William Wordsworth Quotes About Lying

Quotes about: Lying

• 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

• Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!

  William Wordsworth

  Sweet, Lying, Heart

  1802 Of London. 'Composed upon Westminster Bridge', Complete poem. (Published 1807).

• Heaven lies about us in our infancy.

  William Wordsworth

  Baby, Lying, Heaven

  "Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood" l. 58 (1807)

• A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by One after one; the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky - I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie Sleepless.

  William Wordsworth

  Lying, Rain, Fall

  William Wordsworth, Myles Birket Foster, Sir John Gilbert, Robert Eldridge Aris WILLMOTT, Joseph WOLF (Artist.) (1859). “Poems of William Wordsworth. Selected and edited by Robert Aris Willmott ... Illustrated with one hundred designs by Birket Foster, J. Wolf, and John Gilbert, engraved by the brothers Dalziel”, p.208

• For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude

  William Wordsworth

  Lying, Eye, Solitude

  "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" l. 19 (1815 ed.)

• This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

  William Wordsworth

  Beauty, Morning, Lying

  'Composed upon Westminster Bridge' (1807)

• Books are yours, Within whose silent chambers treasure lies Preserved from age to age; more precious far Than that accumulated store of gold And orient gems, which, for a day of need, The Sultan hides deep in ancestral tombs. These hoards of truth you can unlock at will.

  William Wordsworth

  Lying, Book, Age

  William Wordsworth (1841). “The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth”, p.135

• 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

• But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!.

  William Wordsworth

  Lying, Home, Clouds

  "Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood" l. 58 (1807)

• Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet.

  William Wordsworth

  Sweet, Lying, Feet

  William Wordsworth (1859). “The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Etc”, p.337

• A soul so pitiably forlorn, If such do on this earth abide, May season apathy with scorn, May turn indifference to pride; And still be not unblest- compared With him who grovels, self-debarred From all that lies within the scope Of holy faith and christian hope; Or, shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.

  William Wordsworth

  Christian, Lying, Pride

  William Wordsworth (1848). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Together with a Description of the Country of the Lakes in the North of England”, p.355

• Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.

  William Wordsworth

  Time, Lying, Boys

  "Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood" l. 58 (1807)

• 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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