William Wordsworth Quotes About Sleep

Quotes about: Sleep

• Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.

  William Wordsworth

  Stars, Sleep, Afterlife

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

• Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.

  William Wordsworth

  Inspirational, Baby, Sleep

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

• The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune.

  William Wordsworth

  Flower, Sleep, Heart

  "TheWorld Is Too Much with Us" l. 1 (1807)

• Since every mortal power of Coleridge Was frozen at its marvellous source, The rapt one, of the godlike forehead, The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth: And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from his lonely hearth.

  William Wordsworth

  Lonely, Loneliness, Sleep

  'Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg' (1835)

• Mark the babe not long accustomed to this breathing world; One that hath barely learned to shape a smile, though yet irrational of soul, to grasp with tiny finger - to let fall a tear; And, as the heavy cloud of sleep dissolves, To stretch his limbs, becoming, as might seem. The outward functions of intelligent man.

  William Wordsworth

  Baby, Fall, Sleep

  William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.491

• 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

• Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay,
  And could not win thee, Sleep, by any stealth:
  So do not let me wear to-night away.
  Without thee what is all the morning's wealth?
  Come, blessed barrier between day and day,
  Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!

  William Wordsworth

  Mother, Dream, Morning

  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.181

• The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.

  William Wordsworth

  Heart, Sleep, Eye

  'A Poet's Epitaph' (1800)

• Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.

  William Wordsworth

  Sleep, Afterlife, Infancy Is

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

• I've watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! Indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless! - not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again!

  William Wordsworth

  Flower, Sleep, Butterfly

  William Wordsworth, Stephen Gill (2000). “The Major Works”, p.254, Oxford University Press, USA

• The silence that is in the starry sky, / The sleep that is among the lonely hills.

  William Wordsworth

  Lonely, Sleep, Sky

  'Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle' (1807)

• 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

• Come, blessed barrier between day and day,
  Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!

  William Wordsworth

  Mother, Blessed, Sleep

  William Wordsworth (1992). “Favorite Poems”, p.54, Courier Corporation

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