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.”

“Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel
To self-reproach.”

“Ocean is a mighty harmonist.”

“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 thought supplied, nor any interest
Unborrowed from the eye.”

“Where the statue stood
Of Newton with his prism and silent face,
The marble index of a mind forever
Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone.”

“Something between a hindrance and a help.”

“The best of what we do and are,
Just God, forgive!”

“What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out, which is its exact opposite.”

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

“What is a Poet?…He is a man speaking to men: a man, it is true, endowed with more lively sensibility, more enthusiasm and tenderness, who has a greater knowledge of human nature, and a more comprehensive soul, than are supposed to be common among mankind; a man pleased with his own passions and volitions, and who rejoices more than other men in the spirit of life that is in him; delighting to contemplate similar volitions and passions as manifested in the goings-on of the Universe, and habitually impelled to create them where he does not find them.”

“And 't is my faith, that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.”

“Meek Walton's heavenly memory.”

“And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine.”

“Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!”

“That inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude.”

“Oh, be wise, Thou!
Instructed that true knowledge leads to love.”

“"What is good for a bootless bene?"
With these dark words begins my tale;
And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring
When prayer is of no avail?”

“In spite of difference of soil and climate, of language and manners, of laws and customs—in spite of things silently gone out of mind, and things violently destroyed, the Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society, as it is spread over the whole earth, and over all time.”

“A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye;
Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.”

“Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there
In happier beauty; more pellucid streams,
An ampler ether, a diviner air,
And fields invested with purpureal gleams.”

“For nature then
(The coarser pleasures of my boyish days,
And their glad animal movements all gone by)
To me was all in all.—I cannot paint
What then I was.”

“Sweetest melodies
Are those that are by distance made more sweet.”

“No bird, but an invisible thing,
A voice, a mystery.”

“The gentle Lady married to the Moor,
And heavenly Una with her milk-white lamb.”

“Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.”

“Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.”

“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.”

“Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?”

“Earth helped him with the cry of blood.”

“There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon;
But through the clouds I'll never float
Until I have a little Boat,
Shaped like the crescent-moon.”