Top 400 William Wordsworth Quotes (2023 Update)
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51. “Let the moon shine on the in thy solitary walk; and let the misty mountain-winds be free to blow against thee.”

— William Wordsworth

52. “A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity.”

— William Wordsworth

53. “May books and nature be their early joy!”

— William Wordsworth

54. “The ocean is a mighty harmonist.”

— William Wordsworth

55. “To begin, begin.”

— William Wordsworth

56. “On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life, Musing in solitude, I oft perceive Fair trains of images before me rise, Accompanied by feelings of delight Pure, or with no unpleasing sadness mixed.”

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

58. “Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.”

— William Wordsworth

59. “The eye – it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where’er they be, against or with our will.”

— William Wordsworth

60. “Books! tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There’s more of wisdom in it.”

— William Wordsworth

61. “Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch’d in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.”

— William Wordsworth

62. “Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.”

— William Wordsworth

63. “Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.”

— William Wordsworth

64. “And when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory images and precious thoughts That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.”

— William Wordsworth

65. “There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream.”

— William Wordsworth

66. “Sweet childish days, that were as long, As twenty days are now.”

— William Wordsworth

67. “Earth has not anything to show more fair.”

— William Wordsworth

68. “Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.”

— William Wordsworth

69. “Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.”

— William Wordsworth

70. “Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.”

— William Wordsworth

71. “Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away.”

— William Wordsworth

72. “Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.”

— William Wordsworth

73. “Great God! I’d rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.”

— William Wordsworth

74. “Two voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.”

— William Wordsworth

75. “A primrose by the river’s brim A yellow rose was to him. And it was nothing more.”

— William Wordsworth

76. “And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner’s eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.”

— William Wordsworth

77. “To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.”

— William Wordsworth

78. “Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this green earth.”

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

81. “Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.”

— William Wordsworth

82. “We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.”

— William Wordsworth

83. “We murder to dissect.”

— William Wordsworth

84. “She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh The difference to me!”

— William Wordsworth

85. “What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.”

— William Wordsworth

86. “And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.”

— William Wordsworth

87. “When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude.”

— William Wordsworth

88. “Of friends, however humble, scorn not one.”

— William Wordsworth

89. “O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?”

— William Wordsworth

90. “Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.”

— William Wordsworth

91. “But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity.”

— William Wordsworth

92. “My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man;.”

— William Wordsworth

93. “His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless.”

— William Wordsworth

94. “Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind – But how could I forget thee?”

— William Wordsworth

95. “A brotherhood of venerable trees.”

— William Wordsworth

96. “I wandered lonely as a cloud.”

— William Wordsworth

97. “Truth takes no account of centuries.”

— William Wordsworth

98. “A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.”

— William Wordsworth

99. “The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.”

— William Wordsworth

100. “Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!”

— William Wordsworth