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Quotes by William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth, born on April 7, 1770, in Cockermouth, England, emerged as a pivotal figure in the Romantic literary movement. His profound connection to nature and the human experience, eloquently expressed in works like "Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey," set a new course for poetry. Co-author of the groundbreaking "Lyrical Ballads" with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Wordsworth championed the use of everyday language in verse. His legacy endures, inspiring generations to find beauty and wisdom in the natural world and the human spirit.
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"In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing."
William Wordsworth

"How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold."
William Wordsworth"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."
William Wordsworth"The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love."
William Wordsworth
"For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity."
William Wordsworth"That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind."
William Wordsworth
"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility."
William Wordsworth
"The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind."
William Wordsworth
"But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave."
William Wordsworth"When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude."
William Wordsworth