William Wordsworth Quotes on Love (22 Quotes)

Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour Have passed away less happy than the one That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove The tender charm of poetry and love.

Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.

He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure No fears to beat away, no strife to heal, The past unsighed for, and the future sure.

Enough, if something from our hands have power; To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.

Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm.

'Tis said that some have died for love.

His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless.

There is a comfort in the strength of love Twill make a thing endurable, which else Would overset the brain, or break the heart.

The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite,a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm By thoughts supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.

The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun, Breathless with adoration.

But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for humankind, Is happy as a lover.

That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.

Thou has left behind Powers that will work for thee,air, earth, and skies There 's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee thou hast great allies Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.

Mightier far Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway Of magic potent over sun and star, Is Love, though oft to agony distrest, And though his favorite seat be feeble woman's breast.

A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.

True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved.

The little unremembered acts of kindness and love are the best parts of a person's life.

A Briton even in love should be A subject, not a slave.

Oh, be wiser thou Instructed that true knowledge leads to love.