Quote

Nature's old felicities.

William Wordsworth

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
Lyricist
Poet
Cockermouth
Cumbria
Wordsworth
Nature
Felicities
Felicity

More quotes by William Wordsworth

Image
Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither.
William Wordsworth
Image
As generations come and go, Their arts, their customs, ebb and flow Fate, fortune, sweep strong powers away, And feeble, of themselves, decay.
William Wordsworth
Image
Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains and of all that we behold from this green earth.
William Wordsworth
Image
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
William Wordsworth
Image
A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.
William Wordsworth
Image
How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!
William Wordsworth
Image
This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
William Wordsworth
Image
Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
William Wordsworth
Image
The first cuckoo's melancholy cry.
William Wordsworth
Image
The wealthiest man among us is the best
William Wordsworth
Image
Serene will be our days, and bright and happy will our nature be, when love is an unerring light, and joy its own security.
William Wordsworth
Image
To be a Prodigal's favourite,-then, worse truth, A Miser's pensioner,-behold our lot!
William Wordsworth
Image
Wisdom and spirit of the Universe!
William Wordsworth
Image
Give all thou canst high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-caluculated less or more.
William Wordsworth
Image
Far from the world I walk, and from all care.
William Wordsworth
Image
And he is oft the wisest manWho is not wise at all.
William Wordsworth
Image
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?
William Wordsworth
Image
Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away.
William Wordsworth
Image
Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my casement sing, Though it should prove a farewell lay And this our parting spring. * * * * * Then, little Bird, this boon confer, Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger Of everlasting spring.
William Wordsworth
Image
Because the good old rule Sufficeth them,-the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can.
William Wordsworth