Quotes About William Wordsworth

A fingering slave,One that would peep and botanizeUpon his mother's grave?

And now I see with eye sereneThe very pulse of the machine.

Said I, "Not half an hour ago     Your Mother has had alms of mine.

These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines / Of sportive wood run wild

they should consent to be pleased in spite of that most dreadful enemy to our pleasures, our own pre-established codes of decision.

Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee! . . . . . . Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: So didst thou travel on life's common way In cheerful godliness.

I had melancholy thoughts . . . a strangeness in my mind, A feeling that I was not for that hour, Nor for that place. —William Wordsworth, The Prelude