William Wordsworth
England
7 Apr 1770 // 23 Apr 1850
Poet
7 Apr 1770 // 23 Apr 1850
Poet
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Who, doomed to go in company with Pain
And Fear and Bloodshed, - miserable train! -
Turns his necessity to glorious gain.
And Fear and Bloodshed, - miserable train! -
Turns his necessity to glorious gain.
Character of the Happy Warrior
When his veering gait
And every motion of his starry train
Seem governed by a strain
Of music, audible to him alone.
And every motion of his starry train
Seem governed by a strain
Of music, audible to him alone.
The Triad
Often have I sighed to measure
By myself a lonely pleasure,
Sighed to think I read a book,
Only read, perhaps, by me.
By myself a lonely pleasure,
Sighed to think I read a book,
Only read, perhaps, by me.
To the Small Celandine
Yet tears to human suffering are due;
And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown
Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.
And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown
Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.
Laodamia
Babylon,
Learned and wise, hath perished utterly,
Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh
That would lament her.
Learned and wise, hath perished utterly,
Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh
That would lament her.
Ecclesiastical Sonnets
By happy chance we saw
A twofold image: on a grassy bank
A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood
Another and the same!
A twofold image: on a grassy bank
A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood
Another and the same!
The Excursion
Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned,
Mindless of its just honours; with this key
Shakespeare unlocked his heart.
Mindless of its just honours; with this key
Shakespeare unlocked his heart.
Scorn not the Sonnet
Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows
That for oblivion take their daily birth
From all the fuming vanities of earth.
That for oblivion take their daily birth
From all the fuming vanities of earth.
Sky-Prospect from the Plain of France
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love.
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
The clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.
Intimations of Immortality
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
Essays
Essays
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
Essays
Essays