William Wordsworth Poems

  • 701.  
    Let other bards of angels sing,
    Bright suns without a spot; But thou art no such perfect thing:
  • 702.  
    If to Tradition faith be due,
    And echoes from old verse speak true, Ere the meek Saint, Columba, bore
  • 703.  
    I
    A traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
  • 704.  
    A MONTH, sweet Little-ones, is past
    Since your dear Mother went away,--- And she tomorrow will return;
  • 705.  
    'TIS spent--this burning day of June!
    Soft darkness o'er its latest gleams is stealing; The buzzing dor-hawk, round and round, is wheeling,--
  • 706.  
    AVAUNT all specious pliancy of mind
    In men of low degree, all smooth pretence! I better like a blunt indifference,
  • 707.  
    OH there is blessing in this gentle breeze,
    A visitant that while it fans my cheek Doth seem half-conscious of the joy it brings
  • 708.  
    . A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain,
    Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height:
  • 709.  
    'Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf,'
    Exclaimed an angry Voice, 'Nor dare to thrust thy foolish self
  • 710.  
    EVEN as a dragon's eye that feels the stress
    Of a bedimming sleep, or as a lamp Suddenly glaring through sepulchral damp,
  • 711.  
    GREAT men have been among us; hands that penn'd
       And tongues that utter'd wisdom--better none:    The later Sidney, Marvel, Harrington,
  • 712.  
    . Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower
    Of beauty is thy earthly dower! Twice seven consenting years have shed
  • 713.  
    Our walk was far among the ancient trees:
    There was no road, nor any woodman's path; But a thick umbrage--checking the wild growth
  • 714.  
    IT is no Spirit who from heaven hath flown,
    And is descending on his embassy; Nor Traveller gone from earth the heavens to espy!
  • 715.  
    Though the torrents from their fountains
    Roar down many a craggy steep, Yet they find among the mountains
  • 716.  
    Is there a power that can sustain and cheer
    The captive chieftain, by a tyrant's doom, Forced to descend into his destined tomb--
  • 717.  
    WE had a female Passenger who came
    From Calais with us, spotless in array,-- A white-robed Negro, like a lady gay,
  • 718.  
    I DROPPED my pen; and listened to the Wind
    That sang of trees uptorn and vessels tost-- A midnight harmony; and wholly lost
  • 719.  
    Amid the smoke of cities did you pass
    The time of early youth; and there you learned, From years of quiet industry, to love
  • 720.  
    In one of those excursions (may they ne'er
    Fade from remembrance!) through the Northern tracts Of Cambria ranging with a youthful friend,
  • 721.  
    --Was it for this
    That one, the fairest of all Rivers, lov'd To blend his murmurs with my Nurse's song,
  • 722.  
    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,
  • 723.  
    LOOK now on that Adventurer who hath paid
    His vows to Fortune; who, in cruel slight Of virtuous hope, of liberty, and right,
  • 724.  
    TELL me, ye Zephyrs! that unfold,
    While fluttering o'er this gay Recess, Pinions that fanned the teeming mould
  • 725.  
    THE MIGHTY Minstrel breathes no longer,
    Mid mouldering ruins low he lies; And death upon the braes of Yarrow
  • 726.  
    'Tis said, that some have died for love:
    And here and there a churchyard grave is found In the cold north's unhallowed ground,
  • 727.  
    SHE was a phantom of delight
    When first she gleam'd upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent
  • 728.  
    O FRIEND! I know not which way I must look
       For comfort, being, as I am, opprest,    To think that now our life is only drest
  • 729.  
    The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink;
    I heard a voice; it said, "Drink, pretty creature, drink!" And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied
  • 730.  
    THE martial courage of a day is vain,
    An empty noise of death the battle's roar, If vital hope be wanting to restore,
  • 731.  
    Immured in Bothwell's Towers, at times the Brave
    (So beautiful is the Clyde) forgot to mourn The liberty they lost at Bannockburn.
  • 732.  
    With little here to do or see
    Of things that in the great world be, Daisy! again I talk to thee,
  • 733.  
    I
    WEEP not, beloved Friends! nor let the air
  • 734.  
    THOUGHTS SUGGESTED THE DAY FOLLOWING, ON THE BANKS OF NITH, NEAR THE POET'S RESIDENCE
    TOO frail to keep the lofty vow
  • 735.  
    CHILD of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream
    Roars in thy hearing; but thy hour of rest Is come, and thou art silent in thy age;
  • 736.  
    . I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,
    As being past away.--Vain sympathies! For, backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes,
  • 737.  
    The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest,
    And the wild storm hath somewhere found a nest; Air slumbers--wave with wave no longer strives,
  • 738.  
    The little hedgerow birds,
    That peck along the roads, regard him not. He travels on, and in his face, his step,
  • 739.  
    The little hedgerow birds,
    That peck along the road, regard him not. He travels on, and in his face, his step,
  • 740.  
    . I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile!
    Four summer weeks I dwelt in sight of thee: I saw thee every day; and all the while
  • 741.  
    Up with me! up with me into the clouds!
    For thy song, Lark, is strong; Up with me, up with me into the clouds!
  • 742.  
    YES! hope may with my strong desire keep pace,
    And I be undeluded, unbetrayed; For if of our affections none finds grace
  • 743.  
    THUS they, with freaks of proud delight,
    Beguile the remnant of the night; And many a snatch of jovial song
  • 744.  
    Strange fits of passion have I known:
    And I will dare to tell, But in the lover's ear alone,
  • 745.  
    IF Wytheburn's modest House of prayer,
    As lowly as the lowliest dwelling, Had, with its belfry's humble stock,
  • 746.  
    Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
    Or surely you'll grow double: Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
  • 747.  
    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;
  • 748.  
    INMATE of a mountain-dwelling,
    Thou hast clomb aloft, and gazed From the watch-towers of Helvellyn;
  • 749.  
    Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.
    The kine are couched upon the dewy grass; The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,
  • 750.  
    She had a tall man's height or more;
    Her face from summer's noontide heat No bonnet shaded, but she wore
Total 1015 poems written by William Wordsworth

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