William Wordsworth Summer Quotations

The good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket

There's not a nook within this solemn pass/ But were an apt confessional for one/ Taught by his summer spent, his autumn gone,/ That life is but a tale of morning grass/ Withered at eve.

The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.

Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song.

Hope smiled when your nativity was cast, Children of Summer!

Primroses, the Spring may love them; Summer knows but little of them.

The moving accident is not my trade; To freeze the blood I have no ready arts: 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.

Departing summer hath assumed An aspect tenderly illumed, The gentlest look of spring; That calls from yonder leafy shade Unfaded, yet prepared to fade, A timely carolling.

Bright was the summer's noon when quickening steps Followed each other till a dreary moor Was crossed, a bare ridge clomb, upon whose top Standing alone, as from a rampart's edge, I overlooked the bed of Windermere, Like a vast river, stretching in the sun.