William Wordsworth Quotes

Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant / Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air / Of absence withers what was once so fair? - William Wordsworth

Who, doomed to go in company with Pain,
And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train!
Turns his necessity to glorious gain. - William Wordsworth

Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he
That every man in arms should wish to be? - William Wordsworth

Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream? - William Wordsworth

Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be. - William Wordsworth

Where the statue stood/ Of Newton with his prism and silent face,/ The marble index of a mind for ever/ Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone. - William Wordsworth

Where lies the land to which yon ship must go? - William Wordsworth

When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign in solitude. - William Wordsworth

When a damp/ Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand/ The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew/ Soul-animating strains - alas, too few! - William Wordsworth

What, you are stepping westward? - William Wordsworth

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