William Wordsworth Soul Quotations

A deep distress has humanised my soul.

What is a Poet? He is a man speaking to men: a man, it is true, endued with more lively sensibility, more enthusiasm and tenderness, who has a greater knowledge of human nature, and a more comprehensive soul, than are supposed to be common among mankind; a man pleased with his own passions and volitions, and who rejoices more than other men in the spirit of life that is in him; delighting to contemplate similar volitions and passions as manifested in the goings-on of the universe, and habitually impelled to create them where he does not find them.

While all the future, for thy purer soul, With "sober certainties" of love is blest.

Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee! . . . . . . Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: So didst thou travel on life's common way In cheerful godliness.

Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.

The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.

And when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains,-alas! too few.

And when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory images and precious thoughts That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.

Written in Early Spring I heard a thousand blended notes While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What Man has made of Man.

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

And the most difficult of tasks to keepHeights which the soul is competent to gain.

Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart.

Hence in a season of calm weather/ Though inland far we be,/ Our souls have sight of that immortal sea/ Which brought us hither,/ Can in a moment travel thither,/ And see the children sport upon the shore,/ And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.

To her fair works did Nature linkThe human soul that through me ran. . . .

And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain.

Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! Thou soul, that art the eternity of thought, And giv'st to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion.

One solace yet remains for us who came Into this world in days when story lacked Severe research, that in our hearts we know How, for exciting youth's heroic flame, Assent is power, belief the soul of fact.

One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.

But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant

By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.

And, when the streamWhich overflowed the soul was passed away,A consciousness remained that it had left,Deposited upon the silent shoreOf memory, images and precious thoughtsThat shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.

And, when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left, Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory, images and precious thoughts That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.