William Wordsworth Home Quotations

And homeless near a thousand homes I stood,And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.

Plain living and high thinking are no more:The homely beauty of the good old causeIs gone.

Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!

And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.

Bright flower! whose home is everywhere Bold in maternal nature's care And all the long year through the heir Of joy or sorrow, Methinks that there abides in thee Some concord with humanity, Given to no other flower I see The forest through.

And oft I thought (my fancy was-so strong) That I, at last, a resting-place had found: 'Here: will I dwell,' said I,' my whole life long, Roaming the illimitable waters round; Here will I live, of all but heaven disowned. And end my days upon the peaceful flood - To break my dream the vessel reached its bound; And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.

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

Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.

Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.