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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e7a5249 | I have brought you to the ring, now dance if you can. | William Wallace | ||
| 8659967 | And, though circuitous and obscure,The feet of Nemesis how sure! | William Watson (poet) | ||
| e138e62 | Man looks at his own bliss, considers it,Weighs it with curious fingers; and 'tis gone. | William Watson (poet) | ||
| 715a1ac | Flower-fondled, clasp'd in ivy's close caress,It seems with Nature, yet apart. | William Watson (poet) | ||
| 88a27a5 | Earth is less fragrant now, and heaven more sweet. | William Watson (poet) | ||
| d1b5325 | Best they honour theeWho honour in thee only what is best. | William Watson (poet) | ||
| 306ee67 | Hate and mistrust are the children of blindness. | William Watson (poet) | ||
| 6aa650a | O be less beautiful, or be less brief. | William Watson (poet) | ||
| 552b89a | The votes of veering crowds are notThe things that are more excellent. | William Watson (poet) | ||
| fdc191c | The stars of heaven are free becauseTheir joy is to obey the laws. | William Watson (poet) | ||
| f3b170c | God on His throne isMoveth the Whole. | William Watson (poet) | ||
| 3aabba0 | Deemest thou, labourSolemn is joy. | William Watson (poet) | ||
| 1606eec | Ladies whose smile embroiled the world. | William Watson (poet) | ||
| ac38b83 | Sea that breakest for ever, that breakest and never art broken. | William Watson (poet) | ||
| a5009b1 | Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds. | William Watson (poet) | ||
| 4937490 | Man is the interpreter of nature, science the right interpretation. | William Whewell | ||
| ba3b4ee | In art, truth is a means to an end; in science, it is the only end. | William Whewell | ||
| b1fa283 | The catastrophist constructs theories, the uniformitarian demolishes them. | William Whewell | ||
| 79e4612 | It is a test of true theories not only to account for but to predict phenomena. | William Whewell | ||
| 67497cc | Doubt is the offspring of knowledge: the savage never doubts at all. | William Winwood Reade | ||
| d186619 | Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now. | William Wordsworth | ||
| 6087193 | O for a single hour of that Dundee, Who on that day the word of onset gave! | William Wordsworth | ||
| 9b5496f | Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet. | William Wordsworth | ||
| 5aed326 | A meal without wine is like a day without sunshine. | Wine | ||
| f7a584c | Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath. | William Wordsworth | ||
| 6f87da1 | Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance. | William Wordsworth | ||
| 569c1a9 | No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery. | William Wordsworth | ||
| 259f3be | The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream. | William Wordsworth | ||
| 031d924 | Dear Child of Nature, let them rail! | William Wordsworth | ||
| 2b073f1 | Like--but oh, how different! | William Wordsworth | ||
| e01b102 | In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is. | William Wordsworth | ||
| a2b1142 | Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health! | William Wordsworth | ||
| ce0c942 | Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade Of that which once was great, is passed away. | William Wordsworth | ||
| 6d982a6 | Two Voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains; each a mighty Voice. | William Wordsworth | ||
| 1a12fb9 | Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. | William Wordsworth | ||
| 521994d | A cheerful life is what the Muses love, A soaring spirit is their prime delight. | William Wordsworth | ||
| 6360ddf | But shapes that come not at an earthly call, Will not depart when mortal voices bid. | William Wordsworth | ||
| badc99e | Surprised by joy--impatient as the Wind. | William Wordsworth | ||
| 678c59e | What is pride? A whizzing rocket That would emulate a star. | William Wordsworth | ||
| d3f9d0d | Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour. | William Wordsworth | ||
| 79d087f | But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things. | William Wordsworth | ||
| 5a38601 | Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home! | William Wordsworth | ||
| bd2fdcc | Ocean is a mighty harmonist. | William Wordsworth | ||
| 3cdb1fb | These feeble and fastidious times. | William Wordsworth |