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The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours. William Wordsworth. Nature, World, Littles. "TheWorld Is Too Much with Us" l. 1 (1807) 'Tis my faith that every flower. Enjoys the air it breathes!
Preface to the Lyrical Ballads Quotes. Several of my Friends are anxious for the success of these Poems from a belief, that if the views, with which they were composed, were indeed realized, a class of Poetry would be produced, well adapted to interest mankind permanently, and not unimportant in the multiplicity and in the quality of its moral ...
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind. William Wordsworth. Sympathy, Grief, Condolences. 'Ode. Intimations of Immortality' (1807) st. 10. Though nothing can bring back the hour. Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower. William Wordsworth. Sympathy, Flower, Condolences.
William Wordsworth. 1770–1850. Lebrecht Music and Arts Photo Library / Alamy Stock Photo. William Wordsworth was one of the founders of English Romanticism and one its most central figures and important intellects. He is remembered as a poet of spiritual and epistemological speculation, a poet concerned with the human relationship to nature ...
53 William Wordsworth Quotes For Romantic Folks. “For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.”. – William Wordsworth. “All things have second birth; the earthquake is not satisfied at ...
William Wordsworth. Mark the babe not long accustomed to this breathing world; One that hath barely learned to shape a smile, though yet irrational of soul, to grasp with tiny finger - to let fall a tear; And, as the heavy cloud of sleep dissolves, To stretch his limbs, becoming, as might seem. The outward functions of intelligent man.
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, Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood. tags: consolation , loss , poetry , strength. 127 likes.
