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Quotes from 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; of all the mighty world / Of eye and ear, both what they half create / And what perceive; well pleased to recognize / In nature and the language of the sense, / The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse/ The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul / Of all my moral being.
- William Wordsworth
A deep distress hath humanised my soul.
- William Wordsworth
Look at you comforting others with the words you wish to hear.
- William Wordsworth
If the time should ever come when what is now called science, thus familiarised to men, shall be ready to put on, as it were, a form of flesh and blood, the Poet will lend his divine spirit to aid the transfiguration, and will welcome the Being thus produced, as a dear and genuine inmate of the house of man.
- William Wordsworth
But trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home.
- William Wordsworth
Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives.
- William Wordsworth
we not only wish to be pleased, but to be pleased in that particular way in which we have been accustomed to be pleased.
- William Wordsworth
If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?
- William Wordsworth
He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure: No fears to beat away - no strife to heal, The past unsighed for, and the future sure.
- William Wordsworth
Feeling comes in aid Of feeling, and diversity of strength Attends us, if but once we have been strong.
- William Wordsworth
Society has parted man from man, neglectful of the universal heart.
- William Wordsworth
The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest— Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast.
- William Wordsworth