William Wordsworth

A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death? ↗

— William Wordsworth

#death

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. ↗

— William Wordsworth

#poetry #nature

The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket. ↗

— William Wordsworth

#life

Books! tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. ↗

— William Wordsworth

#nature #poetry #wisdom #life

I listen'd, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more. ↗

— William Wordsworth

#music #music

Sweet is the lore which nature brings, our meddeling interlect mis-shapes the beautious forms of things. we murder to dissect ↗

— William Wordsworth

#science #nature

Duty were our games. ↗

— William Wordsworth

#life

All that we behold is full of blessings. ↗

— William Wordsworth

#life-quotes #motivational-quotes #inspirational

But trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home. ↗

— William Wordsworth

#home

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

#hour #humanity #i #i have learned #learned