More quotes by William Wordsworth

"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,Hath had elsewhere its setting,And cometh from afar:Not in entire forgetfulness,And not in utter nakedness,But trailing clouds of glory do we come"
"Nature never did betrayThe heart that loved her."
"When from our better selves we have too longBeen parted by the hurrying world, and droop,Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,How gracious, how benign, is Solitude"
"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart."
"With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things."