William Wordsworth was born 7 April 1770, and died 23 April 1850.
- Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
- The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.
- The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.
- Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
- The best portion of a good man’s life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.
- Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity.
- The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.
- Though nothing will bring back the hour of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; we will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
- To begin, begin.
William Wordsworth was Britain’s Poet Laureate from 1843 until his death in 1850. He was a major English Romantic poet who helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature. Wordsworth’s magnum opus is generally considered to be The Prelude, a semi-autobiographical poem of his early years which he revised and expanded a number of times. It was posthumously titled and published, prior to which it was generally known as the poem ‘to Coleridge’.
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