Quotes of William Wordsworth

 William Wordsworth (7 April 1770 – 23 April 1850) was an English Romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature with their joint publication Lyrical Ballads (1798).

                                                 

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Wordsworth's work of art is usually considered to be The Prelude, a semiautobiographical poem of his early years that he revised and expanded a number of times. it had been posthumously titled and published by his wife within the year of his death, before which it had been generally referred to as "the poem to Coleridge".

                                                         

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William Wordsworth/Quotes:

The child is the father of the man.

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.

That inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

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.

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man;

Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to be young was very heaven!

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

Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.

Writings Of William Wordsworth:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.-------I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud 

The child is the father of the Man----------------My Heart Leaps Up

Come Forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher-----The Tables Turned

Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge------Preface to Lyrical Ballads

The music in my heart I bore Long after it was heard no more------The Solitary Reaper

  

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her-----------Tintern Abbey