Quotes by : William Wordsworth

That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing....

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root,....

Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love as if to keep it warm.

The child is father of the man.

The world is too much with us; late and soon,Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;Little we....

The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most....

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away than what it leaves behind.

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