William Wordsworth Sad Quotations

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

Written in Early Spring I heard a thousand blended notes While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What Man has made of Man.

Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.