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Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?

William Wordsworth

Lines Written in Early Spring · 1798

★ 5.4

Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.

William Wordsworth

The Table Turned · 1798

★ 5.4

The best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of Love.

William Wordsworth

Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey · 1798

★ 5.3

Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither.

William Wordsworth

Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollection of Early Childhood · 1807

★ 5.3

The Child is father of the Man.

William Wordsworth

1802

★ 3.7

I wandered lonely as a cloud.

William Wordsworth

1804

★ 3.7

Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to be young was very heaven!

William Wordsworth

1809

★ 3.7

I traveled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee.

William Wordsworth

I Traveled Among Unknown Men · 1807

★ 3.6

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; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud · 1807

★ 3.6

Personal journal

I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew among the mossy stones about and about them; some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness; and the rest tossed and reeled and danced, and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the lake.

Dorothy Wordsworth

1802

★ 3.5

Personal journal

We walked up to the house and stood some minutes watching the swallows that flew about restlessly, and flung their shadows upon the sunbright walls of the old building; the shadows glanced and twinkled, interchanged and crossed each other, expanded and shrunk up, appeared and disappeared every instant.

Dorothy Wordsworth

1803

★ 3.5

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.

William Wordsworth

1807

★ 3.5

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Appareled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore- Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

William Wordsworth

Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollection of Early Childhood · 1807

★ 3.5

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!

William Wordsworth

The World Is Too Much with Us · 1807

★ 3.5

Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now.

William Wordsworth

To a Butterfly (I've Watched You Now a Full Half-Hour) · 1807

★ 2.0

Not choice But habit rules the unreflecting herd.

William Wordsworth

1822

★ 2.0

Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things; We murder to dissect. Enough of science and of art; Close up these barren leaves.

William Wordsworth

1798

★ 1.9

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.

William Wordsworth

1802

★ 1.9