I thought of Chatterton, the marvelous boy,
The sleepless soul that perished in his pride;
Of him who walked in glory and in joy Following his plow, along the mountainside:
By our own spirits are we deified:
We Poets in our youth begin in gladness;
But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.


Resolution and Independence (1807), st. 7

William Wordsworth Quotes

I thought of Chatterton, the marvelous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride; Of him who walked in glory and in joy Following his plow,...

I thought of Chatterton, the marvelous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride; Of him who walked in glory and in joy Following his plow,...

I thought of Chatterton, the marvelous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride; Of him who walked in glory and in joy Following his plow,...

I thought of Chatterton, the marvelous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride; Of him who walked in glory and in joy Following his plow,...