9 William Wordsworth Quotes on Death

William Wordsworth quotes on death

45. And mighty poets in their misery dead.

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.

90. - A simple child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?

101. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!

103. A slumber did my spirit seal; I had no human fears: She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force; She neither hears nor sees; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.

113. May no rude hand deface it, And its forlorn Hic jacet!

134. There is One great society alone on earth: The noble Living and the noble Dead.

172. And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

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