William Wordsworth Quotes About Birds

Quotes about: Birds

• Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
  The periwinkle trails its wreath;
  And 'tis my faith that every flower
  Enjoys the air it breathes.
  
  The birds around me hopped and played,
  Their thoughts I cannot measure;
  But the least motion which they made,
  It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
  
  The budding twigs spread out their fan,
  To catch the breezy air;
  And I must think, do all I can
  That there was pleasure there.
  
  If this belief from heaven be sent,
  If such be Nature's holy plan,
  Have I not reason to lament
  What man has made of man?

  William Wordsworth

  Spring, Flower, Men

  William Wordsworth, “Written In Early Spring”

• Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze, A visitant that while it fans my cheek Doth seem half-conscious of the joy it brings From the green fields, and from yon azure sky. Whate'er its mission, the soft breeze can come To none more grateful than to me; escaped From the vast city, where I long had pined A discontented sojourner: now free, Free as a bird to settle where I will.

  William Wordsworth

  Grateful, Blessing, Cities

  1799-1805 The Prelude, bk.1, l.1-9 (published 1850).

• In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat And birds and flowers once more to greet. . . .

  William Wordsworth

  Sweet, Flower, Bird

  William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.118

• Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
  Their snow-white blossoms on my head,
  With brightest sunshine round me spread
  Of spring's unclouded weather,
  In this sequestered nook how sweet
  To sit upon my orchard-seat!
  And birds and flowers once more to greet,
  My last year's friends together.

  William Wordsworth

  Sweet, Spring, Flower

  William Wordsworth (2008). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, In: 1801-1805”, p.124, Cosimo, Inc.

• O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?

  William Wordsworth

  Voice, Bird, Cuckoos

  'To the Cuckoo' (O blithe new-comer!, 1807)

• Free as a bird to settle where I will.

  William Wordsworth

  Bird, Settling

  1799-1805 The Prelude, bk.1, l.1-9 (published 1850).

• Two voices are there: one is of the deep; It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody, Now roars, now murmurs with the changing sea, Now bird-like pipes, now closes soft in sleep: And one is of an old half-witted sheep Which bleats articulate monotony, And indicates that two and one are three, That grass is green, lakes damp, and mountains steep And, Wordsworth, both are thine.

  William Wordsworth

  Sleep, Two, Voice

  William Wordsworth (1954). “The prelude: with a selection from the shorter poems, the sonnets, The recluse, and The excursion, and three essays on the art of poetry”, Harcourt College Pub

• Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my casement sing, Though it should prove a farewell lay And this our parting spring. * * * * * Then, little Bird, this boon confer, Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger Of everlasting spring.

  William Wordsworth

  Spring, Farewell, Bird

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