Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

— William Wordsworth

Nature never did betray The heart that loved her.

— William Wordsworth

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

— William Wordsworth

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.

— William Wordsworth

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting...

— William Wordsworth

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And comet from afar:Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come

— William Wordsworth

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

Rest and be thankful.

— William Wordsworth

She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament.

— William Wordsworth