Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
Let the moon shine on the in thy solitary walk and let the misty mountain-winds be free to blow against thee.
William Wordsworth
Share
Change background
T
T
T
Change font
Original
TAGS & TOPICS
William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
Lyricist
Poet
Cockermouth
Cumbria
Wordsworth
Mountain
Moon
Misty
Walk
Winds
Wind
Shine
Walks
Solitary
Free
Shining
Nature
Thee
Blow
More quotes by William Wordsworth
Books are yours, Within whose silent chambers treasure lies Preserved from age to age more precious far Than that accumulated store of gold And orient gems, which, for a day of need, The Sultan hides deep in ancestral tombs. These hoards of truth you can unlock at will.
William Wordsworth
Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her.
William Wordsworth
Mark the babe not long accustomed to this breathing world One that hath barely learned to shape a smile, though yet irrational of soul, to grasp with tiny finger - to let fall a tear And, as the heavy cloud of sleep dissolves, To stretch his limbs, becoming, as might seem. The outward functions of intelligent man.
William Wordsworth
Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray.
William Wordsworth
Plain living and high thinking are no more.
William Wordsworth
Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future.
William Wordsworth
Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn
William Wordsworth
Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
William Wordsworth
Brothers all In honour, as in one community, Scholars and gentlemen.
William Wordsworth
Books! tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it.
William Wordsworth
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
We Poets in our youth begin in gladness But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
William Wordsworth
And I am happy when I sing.
William Wordsworth
Departing summer hath assumed An aspect tenderly illumed, The gentlest look of spring That calls from yonder leafy shade Unfaded, yet prepared to fade, A timely carolling.
William Wordsworth
Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.
William Wordsworth
Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet
William Wordsworth
The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky!
William Wordsworth
Poetry is most just to its divine origin, when it administers the comforts and breathes the thoughts of religion.
William Wordsworth
Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound.
William Wordsworth
How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!
William Wordsworth
