William Wordsworth Quotes About Giving

Quotes about: Giving

• Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.

  William Wordsworth

  Happiness, Giving, Earth

  William Wordsworth (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of William Wordsworth (Illustrated)”, p.2107, Delphi Classics

• Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name.

  William Wordsworth

  Fathers Day, Dad, Father Son

  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.307

• To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

  William Wordsworth

  Lying, Flower, Blow

  'Ode. Intimations of Immortality' (1807) st. 11

• Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-caluculated less or more.

  William Wordsworth

  Generosity, Giving, Heaven

  William Wordsworth, “Inside Of King's College Chapel, Cambridge”

• I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power to give: this is a gift which no man can make, it is not in our own power: a sound and healthy friendship is the growth of time and circumstance, it will spring up and thrive like a wildflower when these favour, and when they do not, it is in vain to look for it.

  William Wordsworth

  Spring, Power, Men

  William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth (1907). “Letters of the Wordsworth family from 1787 to 1855”

• Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give, And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!

  William Wordsworth

  Wise, Sacrifice, Light

  William Wordsworth (1849). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.371

• The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.

  William Wordsworth

  Flower, Eye, Dark

  1837 'At Bologna, In Remembrance of the Late Insurrections: Continued', l.12-14 (published 1842).

• 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; another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, to me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

  William Wordsworth

  Lying, Flower, Heart

  'Ode. Intimations of Immortality' (1807) st. 11

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