Top 400 William Wordsworth Quotes (2026 Update)
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301. “But He is risen, a later star of dawn.”

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

303. “I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man...”

— William Wordsworth

304. “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

305. “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

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

— William Wordsworth

307. “Duty were our games.”

— William Wordsworth

308. “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

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

— William Wordsworth

310. “Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.”

— William Wordsworth

311. “Faith is, necessary to explain anything, and to reconcile the foreknowledge of God with human evil.”

— William Wordsworth

312. “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

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

— William Wordsworth

314. “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

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

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

318. “O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything.”

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

320. “Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!”

— William Wordsworth

321. “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

322. “In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay Tribute to ease; and, of its joy secure, The heart luxuriates with indifferent things, Wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones, And on the vacant air.”

— William Wordsworth

323. “Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven; The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour, And memory of Earth’s bitter leaven Effaced forever.”

— William Wordsworth

324. “For by superior energies; more strict affiance in each other; faith more firm in their unhallowed principles, the bad have fairly earned a victory over the weak, the vacillating, inconsistent good.”

— William Wordsworth

325. “One of those heavenly days that cannot die.”

— William Wordsworth

326. “The streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing, You hear it now, if e’er you can.”

— William Wordsworth

327. “Meek Nature’s evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth.”

— William Wordsworth

328. “The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel’s wing.”

— William Wordsworth

329. “Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him; it was blessedness and love!”

— William Wordsworth

330. “And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.”

— William Wordsworth

331. “Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee.”

— William Wordsworth

332. “Knowledge and increase of enduring joy From the great Nature that exists in works Of mighty Poets.”

— William Wordsworth

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333. “But how can he expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all?”

— William Wordsworth

334. “Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm.”

— William Wordsworth

335. “For mightier far Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway Of magic potent over sun and star, Is love, though oft to agony distrest, And though his favourite be feeble woman’s breast.”

— William Wordsworth

336. “Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o’erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.”

— William Wordsworth

337. “Truths that wake To perish never.”

— William Wordsworth

338. “Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her.”

— William Wordsworth

339. “All men feel a habitual gratitude, and something of an honorable bigotry, for the objects which have long continued to please them.”

— William Wordsworth

340. “Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet.”

— William Wordsworth

341. “The best of what we do and are, Just God, forgive!”

— William Wordsworth

342. “O dearer far than light and life are dear.”

— William Wordsworth

343. “A tale in everything.”

— William Wordsworth

344. “A lawyer art thou? Draw not nigh! Go, carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye, The hardness of that sallow face.”

— William Wordsworth

345. “The mysteries that cups of flowers infold And all the gorgeous sights which fairies do behold.”

— William Wordsworth

346. “But to a higher mark than song can reach, Rose this pure eloquence.”

— William Wordsworth

347. “The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!”

— William Wordsworth

348. “The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives.”

— William Wordsworth

349. “The mightiest lever known to the world: imagination.”

— William Wordsworth

350. “The wind, a sightless laborer, whistles at his task.”

— William Wordsworth