William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth (7 April 1770 – 23 April 1850) was a major English Romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature with their joint publication Lyrical Ballads (1798). Wordsworth's magnum opus is generally considered to be The Prelude, a semiautobiographical poem of his early years that he revised and expanded a number of times. It was posthumously titled and published, before which it was generally known as "the poem to Coleridge". Wordsworth was Britain's Poet Laureate from 1843 until his death in 1850.

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William Wordsworth #Age

Photo of William Wordsworth The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away than what it leaves behind.
William Wordsworth #Age

Photo of William Wordsworth But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
William Wordsworth #Art

Photo of William Wordsworth Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
William Wordsworth #Best

Photo of William Wordsworth That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
William Wordsworth #Power

Photo of William Wordsworth Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
William Wordsworth #Business

Photo of William Wordsworth In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.
William Wordsworth #Poetry

Photo of William Wordsworth Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
William Wordsworth #Faith

Photo of William Wordsworth Faith is a passionate intuition.
William Wordsworth #Hope

Photo of William Wordsworth Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
William Wordsworth #Life #Power

Photo of William Wordsworth With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
William Wordsworth #Music #Nature #Sad

Photo of William Wordsworth For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
William Wordsworth #Music

Photo of William Wordsworth 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.
William Wordsworth #Nature #Teacher

Photo of William Wordsworth Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
William Wordsworth #Nature

Photo of William Wordsworth Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
William Wordsworth #Nature

Photo of William Wordsworth Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
William Wordsworth #Freedom

Photo of William Wordsworth How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
William Wordsworth #Sports

Photo of William Wordsworth Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
William Wordsworth #Wisdom

Photo of William Wordsworth Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
William Wordsworth #Beauty

Photo of William Wordsworth The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.
William Wordsworth #Best #Good

Photo of William Wordsworth The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
William Wordsworth #Dad

Photo of William Wordsworth The child is father of the man.
William Wordsworth #Future #Life

Photo of 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 #Nature

Photo of William Wordsworth 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 #Business

Photo of William Wordsworth When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude.
William Wordsworth #Strength #Sympathy

Photo of William Wordsworth That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.