Quote

There is a luxury in self-dispraise And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.

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
Self
Disparagement
Spleen
Meditative
Affords
Feast
Inward
Luxury
Grateful
Dispraise

More quotes by William Wordsworth

Image
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'
William Wordsworth
Image
What are fears but voices airy? Whispering harm where harm is not. And deluding the unwary Till the fatal bolt is shot!
William Wordsworth
Image
Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him it was blessedness and love!
William Wordsworth
Image
Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
William Wordsworth
Image
Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.
William Wordsworth
Image
Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice The confidence of reason give, And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!
William Wordsworth
Image
The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, That no philosophy can lift.
William Wordsworth
Image
A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.
William Wordsworth
Image
Delivered from the galling yoke of time.
William Wordsworth
Image
Stop thinking for once in your life!
William Wordsworth
Image
The budding rose above the rose full blown.
William Wordsworth
Image
Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.
William Wordsworth
Image
O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!
William Wordsworth
Image
The world is too much with us late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
William Wordsworth
Image
Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams - can breed such fear and awe as fall upon us often when we look into our Minds, into the Mind of Man.
William Wordsworth
Image
Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
William Wordsworth
Image
My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.
William Wordsworth
Image
Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.
William Wordsworth
Image
A babe, by intercourse of touch I held mute dialogues with my Mother's heart.
William Wordsworth
Image
O dearer far than light and life are dear.
William Wordsworth