Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind;In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be...

— William Wordsworth

To begin, begin.

— William Wordsworth

To character and success two things contradictory as they may seem must go together-humble dependence and manly independence humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.

— William Wordsworth

To character and success two things contradictory as they may seem must go together-humble dependence and manly independence: humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.

— William Wordsworth

To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran And much it grieved my heart to think What Man has made of Man.

— William Wordsworth

We must be free or die who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake the faith and morals hold Which Milton held.

— William Wordsworth

We not only wish to be pleased, but to be pleased in that particular way in which we have been accustomed to being pleased.

— William Wordsworth

What is a Poet? He is a man speaking to men: a man, it is true, endued with more lively sensibility, more enthusiasm and tenderness, who has a greater knowledge of human nature, and a more comprehensive soul, than are supposed to be common among mankind; a man pleased with his own passions and volition, and who rejoices more than other men in the spirit of life that is in him; delighting to contemplate similar volition and passions as manifested in the goings-on of the universe, and habitually impelled to create them where he does not find them.

— William Wordsworth

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

— William Wordsworth

What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind.

— William Wordsworth