Top 400 William Wordsworth Quotes (2025 Update)
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251. “The wealthiest man among us is the best.”

— William Wordsworth

252. “Poetry is most just to its divine origin, when it administers the comforts and breathes the thoughts of religion.”

— William Wordsworth

253. “Dreams, books, are each a world.”

— William Wordsworth

254. “There is creation in the eye.”

— William Wordsworth

255. “One in whom persuasion and belief Had ripened into faith, and faith become A passionate intuition.”

— William Wordsworth

256. “Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither.”

— William Wordsworth

257. “The thought of our past years in me doth breed perpetual benedictions.”

— William Wordsworth

258. “The sightless Milton, with his hair Around his placid temples curled; And Shakespeare at his side,-a freight, If clay could think and mind were weight, For him who bore the world!”

— William Wordsworth

259. “Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart.”

— William Wordsworth

260. “Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song.”

— William Wordsworth

261. “I, methought, while the sweet breath of heaven Was blowing on my body, felt within A correspondent breeze, that gently moved With quickening virtue, but is now become A tempest, a redundant energy, Vexing its own creation.”

— William Wordsworth

262. “The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.”

— William Wordsworth

263. “As in the eye of Nature he has lived, So in the eye of Nature let him die!”

— William Wordsworth

264. “Serene will be our days, and bright and happy will our nature be, when love is an unerring light, and joy its own security.”

— William Wordsworth

265. “He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure.”

— William Wordsworth

266. “Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.”

— William Wordsworth

267. “Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d And tongues that utter’d wisdom – better none.”

— William Wordsworth

268. “The unconquerable pang of despised love.”

— William Wordsworth

269. “Oh, blank confusion! true epitome Of what the mighty City is herself, To thousands upon thousands of her sons, Living amid the same perpetual whirl Of trivial objects, melted and reduced To one identity.”

— William Wordsworth

270. “Yet sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up, He felt with spirit so profound.”

— William Wordsworth

271. “Spires whose “silent finger points to heaven.””

— William Wordsworth

272. “Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.”

— William Wordsworth

273. “From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.”

— William Wordsworth

274. “With little here to do or see Of things that in the great world be, Sweet Daisy! oft I talk to thee For thou art worthy, Thou unassuming commonplace Of Nature, with that homely face, And yet with something of a grace Which love makes for thee!”

— William Wordsworth

275. “The weight of sadness was in wonder lost.”

— William Wordsworth

276. “At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.”

— William Wordsworth

277. “Milton! thou should’st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters.”

— William Wordsworth

278. “Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke.”

— William Wordsworth

279. “A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows.”

— William Wordsworth

280. “True dignity abides with him alone Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Can still suspect, and still revere himself, In lowliness of heart.”

— William Wordsworth

281. “Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give, And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!”

— William Wordsworth

282. “We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud, And magnify thy name Almighty God! But man is thy most awful instrument, In working out a pure intent.”

— William Wordsworth

283. “Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.”

— William Wordsworth

284. “To be young was very heaven!”

— William Wordsworth

285. “Brothers all In honour, as in one community, Scholars and gentlemen.”

— William Wordsworth

286. “And when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains,-alas! too few.”

— William Wordsworth

287. “Duty were our games.”

— William Wordsworth

288. “But He is risen, a later star of dawn.”

— William Wordsworth

289. “Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.”

— William Wordsworth

290. “When men change swords for ledgers, and desert The student’s bower for gold, some fears unnamed I had, my Country – am I to be blamed?”

— William Wordsworth

291. “That to this mountain-daisy’s self were known The beauty of its star-shaped shadow, thrown On the smooth surface of this naked stone!”

— William Wordsworth

292. “And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain.”

— William Wordsworth

293. “Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray.”

— William Wordsworth

294. “Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there In happier beauty; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal gleams.”

— William Wordsworth

295. “If thou art beautiful, and youth and thought endue thee with all truth-be strong; – be worthy of the grace of God.”

— William Wordsworth

296. “My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.”

— William Wordsworth

297. “The monumental pomp of age Was with this goodly personage; A stature undepressed in size, Unbent, which rather seemed to rise In open victory o’er the weight Of seventy years, to loftier height.”

— William Wordsworth

298. “A power is passing from the earth.”

— William Wordsworth

299. “Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;.”

— William Wordsworth

300. “Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room; And hermits are contented with their cells.”

— William Wordsworth