William Wordsworth Quotes About Death

Quotes about: Death

• Death is the quiet haven of us all.

  William Wordsworth

  Death, Quiet, Havens

  William Wordsworth (1855). “Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.179

• Memories... images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.

  William Wordsworth

  Death, Memories, Headstone

  William Wordsworth (1854). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth”, p.615

• No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.

  William Wordsworth

  Death, Rocks, Tree

  'A slumber did my spirit seal' (1800)

• The clouds that gather round the setting sun, Do take a sober colouring from an eye, That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.

  William Wordsworth

  Death, Eye, Men

  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.389

• We must be free or die, who speak the tongue
  That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold
  Which Milton held.

  William Wordsworth

  Death, Faith, Freedom

  'It is not to be thought of' (1807)

• As in the eye of Nature he has lived, So in the eye of Nature let him die!

  William Wordsworth

  Life, Death, Nature

  William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.427

• And mighty poets in their misery dead.

  William Wordsworth

  Death, Misery, Poet

  'Resolution and Independence' (1807) st. 17

• One of those heavenly days that cannot die.

  William Wordsworth

  Death, Heavenly, Dies

  William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.142

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

  William Wordsworth

  Life, Death, Children

  'We are Seven' (1798) (the words 'dear brother Jim' were omitted in the 1815 edition of his poems)

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

  William Wordsworth

  Death, Summer, Heart

  'The Excursion' (1814) bk. 1, l. 500

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