14 William Wordsworth Quotes on Beauty

William Wordsworth quotes on beauty

4. A primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more.

12. Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

25. Thou unassuming Common-place Of Nature, with that homely face, And yet with something of a grace, Which Love makes for thee!

34. She hath smiles to earth unknown- Smiles that with motion of their own Do spread, and sink, and rise.

65. And beauty, for confiding youth, Those shocks of passion can prepare That kill the bloom before its time; And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair.

69. The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly.

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

78. 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.

102. Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower On earth was never sown; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own.'

107. The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door!

124. Fair seedtime had my soul, and I grew up Fostered alike by beauty and by fear.

143. She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament.

162. There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore- Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

163. The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.