William Wordsworth cytaty

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„Najlepsza część życia ludzkiego to małe, bezimienne i zapomniane akty dobroci i miłości.”

„Sam wędrowałem, jak obłoczek
Często sam płynie przez przestworza,
Gdy nagle widok mnie zaskoczył
Złotych żonkili tłumu, morza;
Od wód jeziora aż po drzewa
Tańczyły – wiatr im w takt powiewał.”

„Poezja bierze początek ze wzruszenia rozpamiętywanego w spokoju.”

„Gdzie stał posąg Newtona, z pryzmatem, w milczeniu. Marmurowy pomnik umysłu, zawsze samotnie podróżującego przez dziwne morza myśli.”

„Nasze narodziny nie są niczym innym niż snem i zapomnieniem.”

„Każda dobra poezja jest spontanicznym wybuchem głębokich uczuć.”

„Podążaj naprzód, do światła rzeczy, pozwól naturze być twoim nauczycielem.”

“Maidens withering on the stalk.”

“For the gods approve
The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.”

“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.”

“Nor, perchance,
If I were not thus taught, Should I the more
Suffer my genial spirits to decay:
For thou art with me here upon the banks
Of this fair river; thou, my dearest Friend,
My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch
The language of my former heart, and read
My former pleasures in the shooting lights
Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while
May I behold in thee what I was once,
My dear, dear Sister! And this prayer I make,
Knowing that Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege,
Through all the years of this our life, to lead
From joy to joy: for she can so inform
The mind that is within us, so impress
With quietness and beauty, and so feed
With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues,
Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men,
Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all
The dreary intercourse of daily life,
Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb
Our cheerful faith that all which we behold
Is full of blessings.”

“The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!”

“Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.”

“As high as we have mounted in delight,
In our dejection do we sink as low.”

“Life's cares are comforts; such by Heav'n design'd;
He that hath none must make them, or be wretched.”

“Full twenty times was Peter feared,
For once that Peter was respected.”

“A light to guide, a rod
To check the erring, and reprove.”

“Come, blessed barrier between day and day,
Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!”

“Elysian beauty, melancholy grace,
Brought from a pensive though a happy place.”

“But hushed be every thought that springs
From out the bitterness of things.”

“Choice word and measured phrase, above the reach
Of ordinary men.”

“May no rude hand deface it,
And its forlorn Hic jacet!”

“Until a man might travel twelve stout miles,
Or reap an acre of his neighbor's corn.”

“And sings a solitary song
That whistles in the wind.”

“The monumental pomp of age
Was with this goodly personage;
A stature undepressed in size,
Unbent, which rather seemed to rise
In open victory o'er the weight
Of seventy years, to loftier height.”

“In truth the prison, unto which we doom
Ourselves, no prison is.”

“In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.”

“Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stagnant waters.”

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

“And stepping westward seemed to be
A kind of heavenly destiny.”

“From Stirling Castle we had seen
The mazy Forth unravelled;
Had trod the banks of Clyde and Tay,
And with the Tweed had travelled;
And when we came to Clovenford,
Then said "my winsome marrow,"
"Whate'er betide, we'll turn aside,
And see the braes of Yarrow."”

“Give unto me, made lowly wise,
The spirit of self-sacrifice;
The confidence of reason give,
And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!”

“We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,
When such are wanted.”

“Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.”

“Soft is the music that would charm forever;
The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly.”

“The Eagle, he was lord above,
And Rob was lord below.”