William Wordsworth Mind Quotations

The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.

A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.

. . . I would stand, If the night blackened with a coming storm, Beneath some rock, listening to notes that are The ghostly language of the ancient earth, Or make their dim abode in distant winds. Thence did I drink the visionary power; And deem not profitless those fleeting moods Of shadowy exultation: not for this, That they are kindred to our purer mind And intellectual life; but that the soul, Remembering how she felt, but what she felt Remembering not, retains an obscure sense Of possible sublimity. . . .

O Reader! had you in your mindSuch stores as silent thought can bring,O gentle Reader! you would findA tale in everything.

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

Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.

Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind--But how could I forget thee?

Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!

The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.

A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.

O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything.

Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive.

In years that bring the philosophic mind.

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.

To the solid ground Of Nature trusts the mind which builds for aye.

Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness

Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams.