black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.

William Wordsworth

Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Future Life Past Philosphy Present
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Rule Strong
Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Rare Wait
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Light Nature Teacher
True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Till heart with heart in concord beats, and the lover is beloved.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Beauty Heart Love See True
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Dance Flower Lonely Myself Tree
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Divine Grace Nature
And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Death Eyes Life Myself See Travel
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

Ourselves Power Waste World
May books and nature be their early joy!
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Book Joy Nature
My heart leaps up when I behold
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Heart Myself
How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Heart Power Reality Simplicity Value
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

Fear Feeling Future Healing Himself Love Past Spirit World
But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Creation Enemy Herself Imagination Light
That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Eyes Solitude
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Divine Woman

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

More William Wordsworth Quotes