Category: William Wordsworth

Ode To Lycoris. May 1817 I AN age hath been when Earth was proud Of lustre too intense To be sustained; and Mortals bowed The…

Ode, Composed On A May Morning While from the purpling east departs The star that led the dawn, Blithe Flora from her couch upstarts, For…

On The Departure Of Sir Walter Scott From Abbotsford . A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun’s pathetic light…

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 never float Until…

Personal Talk I I AM not One who much or oft delight To season my fireside with personal talk.– Of friends, who live within an…

On A Celebrated Event In Ancient History A ROMAN Master stands on Grecian ground, And to the people at the Isthmian Games Assembled, He, by…

Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 Xiv. Fly, Some Kind Haringer, To Grasmere-Dale FLY, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale! Say that we come, and…

It Is No Spirit Who From Heaven Hath Flown IT is no Spirit who from heaven hath flown, And is descending on his embassy; Nor…

Foresight That is work of waste and ruin– Do as Charles and I are doing! Strawberry-blossoms, one and all, We must spare them–here are many:…

Composed During A Storm One who was suffering tumult in his soul, Yet failed to seek the sure relief of prayer, Went forth–his course surrendering…

Argument For Suicide Send this man to the mine, this to the battle, Famish an aged beggar at your gates, And let him die by…

A Fact, And An Imagination, Or, Canute And Alfred, On The Seashore THE Danish Conqueror, on his royal chair, Mustering a face of haughty sovereignty,…

Ode To Duty STERN Daughter of the Voice of God! O Duty! if that name thou love, Who art a light to guide, a rod…

On The Same Occasion (The Final Submission Of The Tyrolese) YE Storms, resound the praises of your King! And ye mild Seasons–in a sunny clime,…

On The Final Submission Of The Tyrolese IT was a ‘moral’ end for which they fought; Else how, when mighty Thrones were put to shame,…

Perfect Woman SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleam’d upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment’s ornament; Her…

Pet-Lamb, The A Pastoral Poem The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink; I heard a voice; it said, “Drink, pretty creature, drink!”…

Picture Of Daniel In The Lion’s Den At Hamilton Palace Amid a fertile region green with wood And fresh with rivers, well doth it become…

On The Extinction Of The Venetian Republic ONCE did she hold the gorgeous East in fee;    And was the safeguard of the West: the worth…

Lucy Iii I TRAVELL’D among unknown men,    In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then    What love I bore to thee….

In Due Observance Of An Ancient Rite IN due observance of an ancient rite, The rude Biscayans, when their children lie Dead in the sinless…

Extempore Effusion Upon The Death Of James Hogg . When first, descending from the moorlands, I saw the Stream of Yarrow glide Along a bare…

By The Seaside The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest, And the wild storm hath somewhere found a nest; Air slumbers–wave with wave…

An Evening Walk, Addressed To A Young Lady The young Lady to whom this was addressed was my Sister. It was composed at school, and…

Yes! Thou Art Fair, Yet Be Not Moved YES! thou art fair, yet be not moved To scorn the declaration, That sometimes I in thee…

Ruth When Ruth was left half desolate, Her Father took another Mate; And Ruth, not seven years old, A slighted child, at her own will…

Resolution And Independence I There was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily and fell in floods; But now the sun…

Remembrance Of Collins Composed upon the Thames near Richmond Glide gently, thus for ever glide, O Thames! that other bards may see As lovely visions…

Repentance A PASTORAL BALLAD THE fields which with covetous spirit we sold, Those beautiful fields, the delight of the day, Would have brought us more…

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 counsellor’s bag; To…

Power Of Music AN Orpheus! an Orpheus! yes, Faith may grow bold, And take to herself all the wonders of old;– Near the stately Pantheon…

My Heart Leaps Up My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is…

London, 1802 Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour; England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and…

Hail, Zaragoza! If With Unwet Eye HAIL, Zaragoza! If with unwet eye We can approach, thy sorrow to behold, Yet is the heart not pitiless…

England Ii MILTON! thou shouldst be living at this hour:    England hath need of thee: she is a fen    Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and…

Book Ninth [residence In France] EVEN as a river,–partly (it might seem) Yielding to old remembrances, and swayed In part by fear to shape a…

A Prophecy. February 1807 HIGH deeds, O Germans, are to come from you! Thus in your books the record shall be found, ‘A watchword was…

Scorn Not The Sonnet Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the…

September 1, 1802 WE had a female Passenger who came From Calais with us, spotless in array,– A white-robed Negro, like a lady gay, Yet…

September 1815 WHILE not a leaf seems faded; while the fields, With ripening harvest prodigally fair, In brightest sunshine bask; this nipping air, Sent from…

September, 1819 . Departing summer hath assumed An aspect tenderly illumed, The gentlest look of spring; That calls from yonder leafy shade Unfaded, yet prepared…

She Dwelt Among The Untrodden Ways She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, Maid whom there were none to praise And…

Say, What Is Honour–‘tis The Finest Sense SAY, what is Honour?–‘Tis the finest sense Of ‘justice’ which the human mind can frame, Intent each lurking…

Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 Xii. Yarrow Unvisited FROM Stirling castle we had seen The mazy Forth unravelled; Had trod the banks of…

It Is A Beauteous Evening It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration; the…

Gipsies Yet are they here the same unbroken knot Of human Beings, in the self-same spot! Men, women, children, yea the frame Of the whole…

Composed By The Side Of Grasmere Lake 1806 CLOUDS, lingering yet, extend in solid bars Through the grey west; and lo! these waters, steeled By…

Anticipation, October 1803 SHOUT, for a mighty Victory is won! On British ground the Invaders are laid low; The breath of Heaven has drifted them…

A Poet! He Hath Put His Heart To School . A poet!–He hath put his heart to school, Nor dares to move unpropped upon the…

Ode On Intimations Of Immortality From Recollections Of Early Childhood The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be…

She Was A Phantom Of Delight She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be…

Siege Of Vienna Raised By John Sobieski FEBRUARY 1816 Oh, for a kindling touch from that pure flame Which ministered, erewhile, to a sacrifice Of…

Simon Lee The Old Huntsman . With an incident in which he was concerned In the sweet shire of Cardigan, Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall,…

Song At The Feast Of Brougham Castle Upon The Restoration O , High in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate, And Emont’s murmur mingled with…

Song Of The Spinning Wheel FOUNDED UPON A BELIEF PREVALENT AMONG THE PASTORAL VALES OF WESTMORELAND SWIFTLY turn the murmuring wheel! Night has brought the…

Song For The Wandering Jew Though the torrents from their fountains Roar down many a craggy steep, Yet they find among the mountains Resting-places calm…

Lucy Ii SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways    Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise    And very few to…

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud (Daffodils) I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once…

England! The Time Is Come When Thou Should’st Wean ENGLAND! the time is come when thou should’st wean Thy heart from its emasculating food; The…

By The Side Of The Grave Some Years After LONG time his pulse hath ceased to beat But benefits, his gift, we trace– Expressed in…