Quotes from William Wordsworth

In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration:—feelings, too, Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love....

We must be free or die, who speak the tongueThat Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals holdWhich Milton held.

Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower.

Where the statue stoodOf Newton with his prism and silent face,The marble index of a mind foreverVoyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.

Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the loreOf nicely calculated less or more.

I listened, motionless and still And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great or original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.

There is one great society alone on earth:The noble Living and the noble Dead.

But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.

She was a phantom of delightWhen first she gleamed upon my sight;A lovely apparition, sentTo be a moment's ornament.

Plain living and high thinking are no more:The homely beauty of the good old causeIs gone; our peace, our fearful innocence,And pure religion breathing household laws.

That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.