Zitate von William Wordsworth

Expostulation and Reply - Vorhaltung und Erwiderung, c. 1798, p. 1798 in Lyrical Ballade , william-wordsworth.de http://william-wordsworth.de/translations/expostulation%20and%20Reply.html

Stanza 2.
Quelle: Lyrical Ballads (1798–1800), Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey (1798)
Kontext: These beauteous forms,
Through a long absence, have not been to me
As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:
But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din
Of towns and cities, I have owed to them,
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;
And passing even into my purer mind,
With tranquil restoration:—feelings too
Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps,
As have no slight or trivial influence
On that best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and of love. Nor less, I trust,
To them I may have owed another gift,
Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood,
In which the burthen of the mystery,
In which the heavy and the weary weight
Of all this unintelligible world
Is lighten'd:—that serene and blessed mood,
In which the affections gently lead us on,—
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame
And even the motion of our human blood
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep
In body, and become a living soul:
While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things.

The Solitary Reaper.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

Quelle: The Prelude

Bk. IV, l. 354.
The Prelude (1799-1805)

The World Is Too Much with Us, l. 1 (1806).

Part III, No. 5 - Walton's Book of Lives. Compare: "The pen wherewith thou dost so heavenly sing / Made of a quill from an angel's wing", Henry Constable, Sonnet; "Whose noble praise / Deserves a quill pluckt from an angel's wing", Dorothy Berry, Sonnet.
Ecclesiastical Sonnets (1821)

The Solitary Reaper, st. 4.
Memorials of a Tour in Scotland (1803)

The Tables Turned, st. 4 (1798).
Lyrical Ballads (1798–1800)

Actually Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Driftwood (1857)
Misattributed

Scorn Not the Sonnet, l. 1 (1827).

Lines (1795)
Kontext: If Thou be one whose heart the holy forms
Of young imagination have kept pure
Stranger! henceforth be warned; and know that pride,
Howe'er disguised in its own majesty,
Is littleness; that he who feels contempt
For any living thing, hath faculties
Which he has never used; that thought with him
Is in its infancy. The man whose eye
Is ever on himself doth look on one,
The least of Nature's works, one who might move
The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds
Unlawful, ever. O be wiser, thou!
Instructed that true knowledge leads to love;
True dignity abides with him alone
Who, in the silent hour of inward thought,
Can still suspect, and still revere himself,
In lowliness of heart.

Stanza 1.
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud http://www.bartleby.com/145/ww260.html (1804)
Quelle: I Wander'd Lonely as a Cloud

Stanza 17.
Laodamia (1814)

The Solitary Reaper.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

Letter to his Wife (April 29 1812).

Quelle: The Excursion 1814

Rob Roy's Grave, st. 3.
Memorials of a Tour in Scotland (1803)