Top 400 William Wordsworth Quotes (2023 Update)
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301. “A tale in everything.”

— William Wordsworth

302. “Truths that wake To perish never.”

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

304. “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

305. “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

306. “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

307. “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

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

— William Wordsworth

309. “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

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

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

313. “There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.”

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

315. “For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone.”

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

317. “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

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

— William Wordsworth

319. “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

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

— William Wordsworth

321. “She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years.”

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

323. “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

324. “Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.”

— William Wordsworth

325. “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

326. “A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.”

— William Wordsworth

327. “With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars.”

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

333. “Worse than idle is compassion if it ends in tears and sighs.”

— William Wordsworth

334. “Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.”

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

336. “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

337. “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

338. “But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.”

— William Wordsworth

339. “Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!”

— William Wordsworth

340. “A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.”

— William Wordsworth

341. “In years that bring the philosophic mind.”

— William Wordsworth

342. “Poetry has never brought me in enough money to buy shoestrings.”

— William Wordsworth

343. “Nature’s old felicities.”

— William Wordsworth

344. “Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Near the lark’s nest, and in their natural hour Have passed away; less happy than the one That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove The tender charm of poetry and love.”

— William Wordsworth

345. “Tis not in battles that from youth we train The Governor who must be wise and good, And temper with the sternness of the brain Thoughts motherly, and meek as womanhood.”

— William Wordsworth

346. “By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!”

— William Wordsworth

347. “Wisdom sits with children round her knees.”

— William Wordsworth

348. “Since every mortal power of Coleridge Was frozen at its marvellous source, The rapt one, of the godlike forehead, The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth: And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from his lonely hearth.”

— William Wordsworth

349. “Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.”

— William Wordsworth

350. “Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality.”

— William Wordsworth