William Wordsworth Poems

  • 651.  
    I wandered lonely as a cloud
    That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd,
  • 652.  
    Advance, come forth from thy Tyrolean ground,
    Dear Liberty! stern Nymph of soul untamed; Sweet Nymph, O rightly of the mountains named!
  • 653.  
    When I have borne in memory what has tamed
    Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts depart When men change swords for ledgers, and desert
  • 654.  
    Hast thou then survived
    Mild Offspring of infirm humanity, Meek Infant! among all forlornest things
  • 655.  
    "And has the Sun his flaming chariot driven
    Two hundred times around the ring of heaven, Since Science first, with all her sacred train,
  • 656.  
    Dear native regions, I foretell,
    From what I feel at this farewell, That, wheresoe'er my steps may tend,
  • 657.  
    What need of clamorous bells, or ribands gay,
    These humble nuptials to proclaim or grace? Angels of love, look down upon the place;
  • 658.  
    It is not to be thought of that the flood
    Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity
  • 659.  
    How richly glows the water's breast
    Before us, tinged with evening hues, While, facing thus the crimson west,
  • 660.  
    LIE here, without a record of thy worth,
    Beneath a covering of the common earth! It is not from unwillingness to praise,
  • 661.  
    FROM the dark chambers of dejection freed,
    Spurning the unprofitable yoke of care, Rise, GILLIES, rise; the gales of youth shall bear
  • 662.  
    When Ruth was left half desolate,
    Her Father took another Mate; And Ruth, not seven years old,
  • 663.  
    WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamed
    Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts depart When men change swords for ledgers, and desert
  • 664.  
    ALAS! what boots the long laborious quest
    Of moral prudence, sought through good and ill; Or pains abstruse-to elevate the will,
  • 665.  
    If thou in the dear love of some one Friend
    Hast been so happy that thou know'st what thoughts Will sometimes in the happiness of love
  • 666.  
    IN youth from rock to rock I went
    From hill to hill in discontent Of pleasure high and turbulent,
  • 667.  
    Wisdom and Spirit of the universe!
    Thou Soul, that art the Eternity of thought! And giv'st to forms and images a breath
  • 668.  
    HOW sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks
    The wayward brain, to saunter through a wood! An old place, full of many a lovely brood,
  • 669.  
    "Her divine skill taught me this,
    That from every thing I saw I could some instruction draw,
  • 670.  
    WITHIN our happy castle there dwelt One
    Whom without blame I may not overlook; For never sun on living creature shone
  • 671.  
    'TIS not for the unfeeling, the falsely refined,
    The squeamish in taste, and the narrow of mind, And the small critic wielding his delicate pen,
  • 672.  
    We talked with open heart, and tongue
    Affectionate and true, A pair of friends, though I was young,
  • 673.  
    Art thou a Statist in the van
    Of public conflicts trained and bred? --First learn to love one living man;
  • 674.  
    Let us quit the leafy arbor,
    And the torrent murmuring by; For the sun is in his harbor,
  • 675.  
    METHOUGHT I saw the footsteps of a throne
    Which mists and vapours from mine eyes did shroud-- Nor view of who might sit thereon allowed;
  • 676.  
    BRIGHT Flower! whose home is everywhere,
    Bold in maternal Nature's care, And all the long year through the heir
  • 677.  
    The sun has long been set,
    The stars are out by twos and threes, The little birds are piping yet
  • 678.  
    That is work of waste and ruin--
    Do as Charles and I are doing! Strawberry-blossoms, one and all,
  • 679.  
    WHO weeps for strangers? Many wept
    For George and Sarah Green; Wept for that pair's unhappy fate,
  • 680.  
    EVEN as a river,--partly (it might seem)
    Yielding to old remembrances, and swayed In part by fear to shape a way direct,
  • 681.  
    Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.
    The kine are couched upon the dewy grass; The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,
  • 682.  
    THEY seek, are sought; to daily battle led,
    Shrink not, though far outnumbered by their Foes, For they have learnt to open and to close
  • 683.  
    IT is not to be thought of that the Flood
    Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity
  • 684.  
    Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sate
    Upon the braes of Kirtle, Was lovely as a Grecian maid
  • 685.  
    PANSIES, lilies, kingcups, daisies,
    Let them live upon their praises; Long as there's a sun that sets,
  • 686.  
    I GRIEVED for Buonaparte, with a vain
    And an unthinking grief! The tenderest mood Of that Man's mind--what can it be? what food
  • 687.  
    THE Land we from our fathers had in trust,
    And to our children will transmit, or die: This is our maxim, this our piety;
  • 688.  
    THIS Height a ministering Angel might select:
    For from the summit of BLACK COMB (dread name Derived from clouds and storms!) the amplest range
  • 689.  
    WHO fancied what a pretty sight
    This Rock would be if edged around With living snow-drops? circlet bright!
  • 690.  
    There is an Eminence,--of these our hills
    The last that parleys with the setting sun; We can behold it from our orchard-seat;
  • 691.  
    WHILE not a leaf seems faded; while the fields,
    With ripening harvest prodigally fair, In brightest sunshine bask; this nipping air,
  • 692.  
    The stars are mansions built by Nature's hand,
    And, haply, there the spirits of the blest Dwell, clothed in radiance, their immortal vest;
  • 693.  
    WITH ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh,
    Like stars in heaven, and joyously it showed; Some lying fast at anchor in the road,
  • 694.  
    SIX changeful years have vanished since I first
    Poured out (saluted by that quickening breeze Which met me issuing from the City's walls)
  • 695.  
    THOUGH narrow be that old Man's cares, and near,
    The poor old Man is greater than he seems: For he hath waking empire, wide as dreams;
  • 696.  
    I
    'REST, rest, perturbed Earth!
  • 697.  
    HOME AT GRASMERE
    ONCE to the verge of yon steep barrier came
  • 698.  
    "What, you are stepping westward?"--"Yea."
    ---'T would be a wildish destiny,
  • 699.  
    IN due observance of an ancient rite,
    The rude Biscayans, when their children lie Dead in the sinless time of infancy,
  • 700.  
    A PASTORAL BALLAD
    THE fields which with covetous spirit we sold,
Total 1015 poems written by William Wordsworth

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Heaped the bank up and cast it in a ring
And hurled the earth above. And Caesar said,
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