Top 400 William Wordsworth Quotes (2026 Update)
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351. “Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.”

— William Wordsworth

352. “One solace yet remains for us who came Into this world in days when story lacked Severe research, that in our hearts we know How, for exciting youth’s heroic flame, Assent is power, belief the soul of fact.”

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

358. “The good die first.”

— William Wordsworth

359. “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

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

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

364. “But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant.”

— William Wordsworth

365. “The very flowers are sacred to the poor.”

— William Wordsworth

366. “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

367. “Nature’s old felicities.”

— William Wordsworth

368. “The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest – Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast.”

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

372. “Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold.”

— William Wordsworth

373. “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

374. “The heavy weight of many a weary day Not mine, and such as were not made for me.”

— William Wordsworth

375. “Often have I sighed to measure By myself a lonely pleasure,- Sighed to think I read a book, Only read, perhaps, by me.”

— William Wordsworth

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376. “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

377. “I should dread to disfigure the beautiful ideal of the memories of illustrious persons with incongruous features, and to sully the imaginative purity of classical works with gross and trivial recollections.”

— William Wordsworth

378. “The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth: Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.”

— William Wordsworth

379. “For all things are less dreadful than they seem.”

— William Wordsworth

380. “Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness.”

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

382. “And what if thou, sweet May, hast known Mishap by worm and blight; If expectations newly blown Have perished in thy sight; If loves and joys, while up they sprung, Were caught as in a snare; Such is the lot of all the young, However bright and fair.”

— William Wordsworth

383. “Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial.”

— William Wordsworth

384. “Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children.”

— William Wordsworth

385. “That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner’s crime, The most resplendent hair.”

— William Wordsworth

386. “And he is oft the wisest manWho is not wise at all.”

— William Wordsworth

387. “What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love?”

— William Wordsworth

388. “But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.”

— William Wordsworth

389. “A poet does not see or hear or feel things that others do not see or hear or feel. What makes a person a poet is the ability to recall what she has felt and seen and heard. And to relive it and describe it in such a way that others can then see and feel and hear again what they may have missed.”

— William Wordsworth

390. “Alas! how little can a moment show Of an eye where feeling plays In ten thousand dewy rays: A face o’er which a thousand shadows go!”

— William Wordsworth

391. “Oft in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.”

— William Wordsworth

392. “Our meddlesome intellect misshapen the beauteous form of things.”

— William Wordsworth

393. “While all the future, for thy purer soul, With “sober certainties” of love is blest.”

— William Wordsworth

394. “I’m not talking about a “show me other walls of this thing” button, I mean a “stumble” button for wallbase.”

— William Wordsworth

395. “Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history?”

— William Wordsworth

396. “On a fair prospect some have looked, And felt, as I have heard them say, As if the moving time had been A thing as steadfast as the scene On which they gazed themselves away.”

— William Wordsworth

397. “Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives.”

— William Wordsworth

398. “Burn all the statutes and their shelves: They stir us up against our kind; And worse, against ourselves.”

— William Wordsworth

399. “Earth helped him with the cry of blood.”

— William Wordsworth

400. “Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel To self-reproach.”

— William Wordsworth