Top 400 William Wordsworth Quotes (2026 Update)
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201. “Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.”

— William Wordsworth

202. “For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.”

— William Wordsworth

203. “And mighty poets in their misery dead.”

— William Wordsworth

204. “Minds that have nothing to confer find little to perceive.”

— William Wordsworth

205. “Who, doomed to go in company with Pain And Fear and Bloodshed,-miserable train!- Turns his necessity to glorious gain.”

— William Wordsworth

206. “Hope smiled when your nativity was cast, Children of Summer!”

— William Wordsworth

207. “Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.”

— William Wordsworth

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208. “His high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright.”

— William Wordsworth

209. “To be a Prodigal’s favourite,-then, worse truth, A Miser’s pensioner,-behold our lot!”

— William Wordsworth

210. “Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men.”

— William Wordsworth

211. “The Man of Science seeks truth as a remote and unknown benefactor; he cherishes and love it in his solitude: the Poet, singing a song in which all human beings join with him, rejoices in the presence of truth as our visible friend and hourly companion.”

— William Wordsworth

212. “Society has parted man from man, neglectful of the universal heart.”

— William Wordsworth

213. “Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.”

— William Wordsworth

214. “Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.”

— William Wordsworth

215. “Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man, Could field or grove, could any spot of earth, Show to his eye an image of the pangs Which it hath witnessed,-render back an echo Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod!”

— William Wordsworth

216. “Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope’s perpetual breath.”

— William Wordsworth

217. “Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time.”

— William Wordsworth

218. “Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting...”

— William Wordsworth

219. “Everything is tedious when one does not read with the feeling of the Author.”

— William Wordsworth

220. “Delivered from the galling yoke of time.”

— William Wordsworth

221. “The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, That no philosophy can lift.”

— William Wordsworth

222. “He who feels contempt for any living thing hath faculties that he hath never used, and thought with him is in its infancy.”

— William Wordsworth

223. “As generations come and go, Their arts, their customs, ebb and flow; Fate, fortune, sweep strong powers away, And feeble, of themselves, decay.”

— William Wordsworth

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224. “With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony.”

— William Wordsworth

225. “And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore.”

— William Wordsworth

226. “He murmurs near the running brooks A music sweeter than their own.”

— William Wordsworth

227. “Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.”

— William Wordsworth

228. “Meek Walton’s heavenly memory.”

— William Wordsworth

229. “When his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of music, audible to him alone.”

— William Wordsworth

230. “We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted.”

— William Wordsworth

231. “But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for humankind, Is happy as a lover.”

— William Wordsworth

232. “Me this uncharted freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance desires, My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same.”

— William Wordsworth

233. “Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.”

— William Wordsworth

234. “Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!”

— William Wordsworth

235. “The budding rose above the rose full blown.”

— William Wordsworth

236. “Plain living and high thinking are no more. The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws.”

— William Wordsworth

237. “Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.”

— William Wordsworth

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238. “The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose.”

— William Wordsworth

239. “A creature not too bright or good For human nature’s daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.”

— William Wordsworth

240. “Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.”

— William Wordsworth

241. “O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!”

— William Wordsworth

242. “Fiction; inner thoughts of Elisha True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved.”

— William Wordsworth

243. “As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.”

— William Wordsworth

244. “Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground?”

— William Wordsworth

245. “Wisdom and spirit of the Universe!”

— William Wordsworth

246. “Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.”

— William Wordsworth

247. “No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth’s diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.”

— William Wordsworth

248. “In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is.”

— William Wordsworth

249. “A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free.”

— William Wordsworth

250. “Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, Loose type of things through all degrees.”

— William Wordsworth