Ode To Lycoris. May 1817 By William Wordsworth
Ode To Lycoris. May 1817 I AN age hath been when Earth was proud Of lustre too intense To be sustained; and …
Ode, Composed On A May Morning By William Wordsworth
Ode, Composed On A May Morning While from the purpling east departs The star that led the dawn, Blithe Flora from her …
On The Departure Of Sir Walter Scott From Abbotsford By William Wordsworth
On The Departure Of Sir Walter Scott From Abbotsford . A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting …
Peter Bell, A Tale By William Wordsworth
Peter Bell, A Tale PROLOGUE There’s something in a flying horse, There’s something in a huge balloon; But through the clouds I’ll …
Personal Talk By William Wordsworth
Personal Talk I I AM not One who much or oft delight To season my fireside with personal talk.– Of friends, who …
On A Celebrated Event In Ancient History By William Wordsworth
On A Celebrated Event In Ancient History A ROMAN Master stands on Grecian ground, And to the people at the Isthmian Games …
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 Xiv. Fly, Some Kind Haringer, To Grasmere-Dale By William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 Xiv. Fly, Some Kind Haringer, To Grasmere-Dale FLY, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale! Say that …
It Is No Spirit Who From Heaven Hath Flown By William Wordsworth
It Is No Spirit Who From Heaven Hath Flown IT is no Spirit who from heaven hath flown, And is descending on …
Foresight By William Wordsworth
Foresight That is work of waste and ruin– Do as Charles and I are doing! Strawberry-blossoms, one and all, We must spare …
Composed During A Storm By William Wordsworth
Composed During A Storm One who was suffering tumult in his soul, Yet failed to seek the sure relief of prayer, Went …
Argument For Suicide By William Wordsworth
Argument For Suicide Send this man to the mine, this to the battle, Famish an aged beggar at your gates, And let …
A Fact, And An Imagination, Or, Canute And Alfred, On The Seashore By William Wordsworth
A Fact, And An Imagination, Or, Canute And Alfred, On The Seashore THE Danish Conqueror, on his royal chair, Mustering a face …
Ode To Duty By William Wordsworth
Ode To Duty STERN Daughter of the Voice of God! O Duty! if that name thou love, Who art a light to …
On The Same Occasion By William Wordsworth
On The Same Occasion (The Final Submission Of The Tyrolese) YE Storms, resound the praises of your King! And ye mild Seasons–in …
On The Final Submission Of The Tyrolese By William Wordsworth
On The Final Submission Of The Tyrolese IT was a ‘moral’ end for which they fought; Else how, when mighty Thrones were …
Perfect Woman By William Wordsworth
Perfect Woman SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleam’d upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a …
Pet-Lamb, The A Pastoral Poem By William Wordsworth By William Wordsworth
Pet-Lamb, The A Pastoral Poem The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink; I heard a voice; it said, “Drink, …
Picture Of Daniel In The Lion’s Den At Hamilton Palace By William Wordsworth
Picture Of Daniel In The Lion’s Den At Hamilton Palace Amid a fertile region green with wood And fresh with rivers, well …
On The Extinction Of The Venetian Republic By William Wordsworth
On The Extinction Of The Venetian Republic ONCE did she hold the gorgeous East in fee; And was the safeguard of the …
Lucy Iii By William Wordsworth
Lucy Iii I TRAVELL’D among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I …
In Due Observance Of An Ancient Rite By William Wordsworth
In Due Observance Of An Ancient Rite IN due observance of an ancient rite, The rude Biscayans, when their children lie Dead …
Extempore Effusion Upon The Death Of James Hogg By William Wordsworth
Extempore Effusion Upon The Death Of James Hogg . When first, descending from the moorlands, I saw the Stream of Yarrow glide …
By The Seaside By William Wordsworth
By The Seaside The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest, And the wild storm hath somewhere found a nest; Air …
An Evening Walk, Addressed To A Young Lady By William Wordsworth
An Evening Walk, Addressed To A Young Lady The young Lady to whom this was addressed was my Sister. It was composed …
Yes! Thou Art Fair, Yet Be Not Moved By William Wordsworth
Yes! Thou Art Fair, Yet Be Not Moved YES! thou art fair, yet be not moved To scorn the declaration, That sometimes …
Ruth By William Wordsworth
Ruth When Ruth was left half desolate, Her Father took another Mate; And Ruth, not seven years old, A slighted child, at …
Resolution And Independence By William Wordsworth
Resolution And Independence I There was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily and fell in floods; But …
Remembrance Of Collins By William Wordsworth
Remembrance Of Collins Composed upon the Thames near Richmond Glide gently, thus for ever glide, O Thames! that other bards may see …
Repentance By William Wordsworth
Repentance A PASTORAL BALLAD THE fields which with covetous spirit we sold, Those beautiful fields, the delight of the day, Would have …
Rural Architecture By William Wordsworth
Rural Architecture There’s George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald Shore, Three rosy-cheeked school-boys, the highest not more Than the height of a …
Power Of Music By William Wordsworth
Power Of Music AN Orpheus! an Orpheus! yes, Faith may grow bold, And take to herself all the wonders of old;– Near …
My Heart Leaps Up By William Wordsworth
My Heart Leaps Up My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life …
London, 1802 By William Wordsworth
London, 1802 Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour; England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: …
Hail, Zaragoza! If With Unwet Eye By William Wordsworth
Hail, Zaragoza! If With Unwet Eye HAIL, Zaragoza! If with unwet eye We can approach, thy sorrow to behold, Yet is the …
England Ii By William Wordsworth
England Ii MILTON! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: …
Book Ninth [Residence In France] By William Wordsworth
Book Ninth [residence In France] EVEN as a river,–partly (it might seem) Yielding to old remembrances, and swayed In part by fear …
A Prophecy. February 1807 By William Wordsworth
A Prophecy. February 1807 HIGH deeds, O Germans, are to come from you! Thus in your books the record shall be found, …
Scorn Not The Sonnet By William Wordsworth
Scorn Not The Sonnet Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakspeare unlocked …
September 1, 1802 By William Wordsworth
September 1, 1802 WE had a female Passenger who came From Calais with us, spotless in array,– A white-robed Negro, like a …
September 1815 By William Wordsworth
September 1815 WHILE not a leaf seems faded; while the fields, With ripening harvest prodigally fair, In brightest sunshine bask; this nipping …
September, 1819 By William Wordsworth
September, 1819 . Departing summer hath assumed An aspect tenderly illumed, The gentlest look of spring; That calls from yonder leafy shade …
She Dwelt Among The Untrodden Ways By William Wordsworth
She Dwelt Among The Untrodden Ways She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, Maid whom there were none …
Say, What Is Honour–‘tis The Finest Sense By William Wordsworth
Say, What Is Honour–‘tis The Finest Sense SAY, what is Honour?–‘Tis the finest sense Of ‘justice’ which the human mind can frame, …
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 Xii. Yarrow Unvisited By William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 Xii. Yarrow Unvisited FROM Stirling castle we had seen The mazy Forth unravelled; Had trod …
It Is A Beauteous Evening By William Wordsworth
It Is A Beauteous Evening It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless …
Gipsies By William Wordsworth
Gipsies Yet are they here the same unbroken knot Of human Beings, in the self-same spot! Men, women, children, yea the frame …
Composed By The Side Of Grasmere Lake 1806 By William Wordsworth
Composed By The Side Of Grasmere Lake 1806 CLOUDS, lingering yet, extend in solid bars Through the grey west; and lo! these …
Anticipation, October 1803 By William Wordsworth
Anticipation, October 1803 SHOUT, for a mighty Victory is won! On British ground the Invaders are laid low; The breath of Heaven …
A Poet! He Hath Put His Heart To School By William Wordsworth
A Poet! He Hath Put His Heart To School . A poet!–He hath put his heart to school, Nor dares to move …
Ode On Intimations Of Immortality From Recollections Of Early Childhood By William Wordsworth
Ode On Intimations Of Immortality From Recollections Of Early Childhood The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my …
She Was A Phantom Of Delight By William Wordsworth
She Was A Phantom Of Delight She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, …
Siege Of Vienna Raised By John Sobieski By William Wordsworth
Siege Of Vienna Raised By John Sobieski FEBRUARY 1816 Oh, for a kindling touch from that pure flame Which ministered, erewhile, to …
Simon Lee The Old Huntsman By William Wordsworth
Simon Lee The Old Huntsman . With an incident in which he was concerned In the sweet shire of Cardigan, Not far …
Song At The Feast Of Brougham Castle Upon The Restoration O By William Wordsworth
Song At The Feast Of Brougham Castle Upon The Restoration O , High in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate, And Emont’s …
Song Of The Spinning Wheel By William Wordsworth
Song Of The Spinning Wheel FOUNDED UPON A BELIEF PREVALENT AMONG THE PASTORAL VALES OF WESTMORELAND SWIFTLY turn the murmuring wheel! Night …
Song For The Wandering Jew By William Wordsworth
Song For The Wandering Jew Though the torrents from their fountains Roar down many a craggy steep, Yet they find among the …
Lucy Ii By William Wordsworth
Lucy Ii SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And …
I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud (Daffodils) By William Wordsworth
I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud (Daffodils) I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When …
England! The Time Is Come When Thou Should’st Wean By William Wordsworth
England! The Time Is Come When Thou Should’st Wean ENGLAND! the time is come when thou should’st wean Thy heart from its …
By The Side Of The Grave Some Years After By William Wordsworth
By The Side Of The Grave Some Years After LONG time his pulse hath ceased to beat But benefits, his gift, we …