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