Who is William WordsworthWilliam Wordsworth (7 April 1770 – 23 April 1850) was a major English Romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature with their joint publication Lyrical Ballads (1798).
Wordsworth's magnum opus is generally considered to be The Prelude, a semi-autobiographical poem of his early years that he revised and expanded a number of times. It was posthumously titled and published by his wife in the year of his death, before which it was generally known as "the poem to Coleridge". Wordsworth was Britain's poet laureate from 1843 until his death from pleurisy on 23 April 1850.
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William Wordsworth Poems
- El Chico Normando
Alto en un amplio tracto no fértil de bosque-bordeó Abajo,
Ni guardado por la naturaleza para sí misma, ni hecho por el hombre suyo,
Desde el hogar y la compañía remota y cada alegría lúdica,
Sirvió, cuidando algunas ovejas y cabras, un Norman Boy desigual. ...
- Sonnets Upon The Punishment Of Death - In Series, 1839 - Xiv - Apology
The formal World relaxes her cold chain
For One who speaks in numbers; ampler scope
His utterance finds; and, conscious of the gain,
Imagination works with bolder hope ...
- The Cuckoo-clock
Wouldst thou be taught, when sleep has taken flight,
By a sure voice that can most sweetly tell,
How far off yet a glimpse of morning light,
And if to lure the truant back be well, ...
- On The Banks Of A Rocky Stream
Behold an emblem of our human mind
Crowded with thoughts that need a settled home,
Yet, like to eddying balls of foam
Within this whirlpool, they each other chase ...
- The Norman Boy
High on a broad unfertile tract of forest-skirted Down,
Nor kept by Nature for herself, nor made by man his own,
From home and company remote and every playful joy,
Served, tending a few sheep and goats, a ragged Norman Boy. ...
Top 10 most used topics by William WordsworthHeart 385 Love 351 I Love You 351 Life 292 Heaven 285 Nature 280 Time 277 Earth 273 Power 256 Light 252
William Wordsworth Quotes
- Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present to live better in the future.
- What though the radiance which was once so bright Be not forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower Strength in what remains behind, In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of Human suffering, In the faith that looks through death In years that bring philophic mind.
- A mind forever voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.
- How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold Because the lovely little flower is free Down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
- Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop Than when we soar.
Comments about William Wordsworth
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- Growthcottage: “fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” – william wordsworth
- Swamivivekanad_: come grow old with me. the best is yet to be. - william wordsworth
- Swamivivekanad_: come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher. - william wordsworth
- Belindagreb: "she seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years." william wordsworth
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Charles W Spurgeon, professor emeritus: Sometimes I feel as if Wordsworth gave me that which I call my soul; he so informed my psyche that I intuit my humanity at home with Nature. His poetry creates "heart-mindfulness".
Jishu Dolui: His full poem ❝ We are seven ❞ my photo album
Jill Bulman: Wondered why there is no listing for Wordsworth's most famous and probably most loved poem, 'I wandered lonely as a cloud' ?!
Written in London, September, 1902: high thinking and simple living
RALlB: 'apt admonishment', from Resolution and Independence, so he was a teacher and humble too, though a Johnian he recognised the sublime beauty and excess of King's College chapel 'glorious work of fine intelligence' and 'give all thy canst, High Heaven rejects the lore of nicely calculated less or more'