Heaven Quotes by William Wordsworth

The memory of the just survives in Heaven.

— William Wordsworth

Spires whose "silent finger points to heaven."

— William Wordsworth

Heaven lies about us in our infancy.

— William Wordsworth

To be young was very heaven!

— William Wordsworth

Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven.

— William Wordsworth

Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-caluculated less or more.

— William Wordsworth

Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.

— William Wordsworth

But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!.

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

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

— William Wordsworth

But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad…

— William Wordsworth

I, methought, while the sweet breath of heaven Was blowing on my body, felt within A correspondent breeze, that gently moved With…

— William Wordsworth

Not in Utopia, -- subterranean fields, --Or some secreted island, Heaven knows whereBut in the very world, which is the worldOf all…

— William Wordsworth

Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven; The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour,…

— William Wordsworth

In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.

— William Wordsworth

And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory dowe come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us…

— William Wordsworth

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun…

— William Wordsworth

And oft I thought (my fancy was-so strong) That I, at last, a resting-place had found: 'Here: will I dwell,' said I,'…

— William Wordsworth

Since every mortal power of Coleridge Was frozen at its marvellous source, The rapt one, of the godlike forehead, The heaven-eyed creature…

— William Wordsworth

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trails its wreath; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air…

— William Wordsworth