William Wordsworth Quotes About Art

Quotes about: Art

• How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.

  William Wordsworth

  Art, Real, Power

• Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

  William Wordsworth

  Art, Wall, Artist

• Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.

  William Wordsworth

  Art, Garden, Design

  Samuel Taylor Coleridge, William Wordsworth (2015). “Lyrical Ballads and other Poems by Samuel Taylor Coleridge and William Wordsworth (Including Their Thoughts On Poetry Principles and Secrets): Collections of Poetry which marked the beginning of the English Romantic movement in literature, including poems The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, The Dungeon, The Nightingale, Dejection: An Ode”, p.291, e-artnow

• Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

  William Wordsworth

  Art, Pride, Hands

• Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! Thou soul, that art the eternity of thought, And giv'st to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion.

  William Wordsworth

  Art, Soul, Spirit

  1799 'Influence of Natural Objects', l.1-4 (published in The Friend 28 Dec 1809).

• Laying out grounds... may be considered as a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.... it is to assist Nature in moving the affections... the affections of those who have the deepest perception of the beauty of Nature.

  William Wordsworth

  Art, Moving, Perception

  William Wordsworth (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of William Wordsworth (Illustrated)”, p.3779, Delphi Classics

• A lawyer art thou? Draw not nigh! Go, carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye, The hardness of that sallow face.

  William Wordsworth

  Art, Eye, Faces

  William Wordsworth (1857). “The Earlier Poems of William Wordsworth: Corrected as in the Latest Editions. With Preface, and Notes Showing the Text as it Stood in 1815”, p.329

• As generations come and go, Their arts, their customs, ebb and flow; Fate, fortune, sweep strong powers away, And feeble, of themselves, decay.

  William Wordsworth

  Art, Strong, Fate

  William Wordsworth (1849). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.339

• Behold the Child among his new-born blisses
  A six years' Darling of a pigmy size!
  See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies,
  Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses,
  With light upon him from his father's eyes!
  See, at his feet, some little plan or chart,
  Some fragment from his dream of human life,
  Shaped by himself with newly-learned art.

  William Wordsworth

  Mother, Dream, Art

  William Wordsworth (1837). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Together with a Description of the Country of the Lakes in the North of England, Now First Published with His Works ...”, p.388

• The moving accident is not my trade; To freeze the blood I have no ready arts: 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.

  William Wordsworth

  Summer, Song, Art

  'Hart-leap Well' (1800) pt. 2, l.1

• If thou art beautiful, and youth and thought endue thee with all truth-be strong;--be worthy of the grace of God.

  William Wordsworth

  Beauty, Beautiful, Art

  William Wordsworth (1994). “The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.402, Wordsworth Editions

• Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;
  Our meddling intellect
  Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things
  We murder to dissect.
  Enough of Science and of Art;
  Close up these barren leaves;
  Come forth, and bring with you a heart
  That watches and receives.

  William Wordsworth

  Sweet, Nature, Art

  'The Tables Turned' (1798)

• Stern daughter of the voice of God! O Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring and reprove.

  William Wordsworth

  Daughter, Art, Light

  'Ode to Duty' (1807)

• With little here to do or see Of things that in the great world be, Sweet Daisy! oft I talk to thee For thou art worthy, Thou unassuming commonplace Of Nature, with that homely face, And yet with something of a grace Which love makes for thee!

  William Wordsworth

  Sweet, Art, Grace

  1802 'To the Daisy', stanza 1 (published 1807).

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