William Wordsworth Poems

  • 901.  
    RIGHT gladly had the horses stirred,
    When they the wished-for greeting heard,The whip's loud notice from the door,
  • 902.  
    AMONG all lovely things my Love had been;
    Had noted well the stars, all flowers that grewAbout her home; but she had never seen
  • 903.  
    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
  • 904.  
    ------The sky is overcast
    With a continuous cloud of texture close, Heavy and wan, all whitened by the Moon,
  • 905.  
    One who was suffering tumult in his soul,
    Yet failed to seek the sure relief of prayer, Went forth--his course surrendering to the care
  • 906.  
    AH! where is Palafox? Nor tongue no pen
    Reports of him, his dwelling or his grave!Does yet the unheard-of vessel ride the wave?
  • 907.  
    There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale,
    Which to this day stands single, in the midstOf its own darkness, as it stood of yore:
  • 908.  
    WE can endure that He should waste our lands,
    Despoil our temples, and by sword and flameReturn us to the dust from which we came;
  • 909.  
    SIX thousand veterans practised in war's game,
    Tried men, at Killicranky were arrayedAgainst an equal host that wore the plaid,
  • 910.  
    IS it a reed that's shaken by the wind,
    Or what is it that ye go forth to see?Lords, lawyers, statesmen, squires of low degree,
  • 911.  
    HIGH is our calling, Friend!--Creative Art
    (Whether the instrument of words she use,Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues,)
  • 912.  
    FROM CUAUCER

  • 913.  
    EMPERORS and Kings, how oft have temples rung
    With impious thanksgiving, the Almighty's scorn!How oft above their altars have been hung
  • 914.  
    SCORN not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frown'd,
       Mindless of its just honours; with this key    Shakespeare unlock'd his heart; the melody
  • 915.  
    I

  • 916.  
    ONCE in a lonely hamlet I sojourned
    In which a Lady driven from France did dwell;The big and lesser griefs with which she mourned,
  • 917.  
    BEHOLD, within the leafy shade,
    Those bright blue eggs together laid!On me the chance-discovered sight
  • 918.  
    A ROMAN Master stands on Grecian ground,
    And to the people at the Isthmian GamesAssembled, He, by a herald's voice, proclaims
  • 919.  
    SIX YEARS OLD

  • 920.  
    We walked along, while bright and red
    Uprose the morning sun; And Matthew stopped, he looked, and said,
  • 921.  
    ADVANCE-come forth from thy Tyrolean ground,
    Dear Liberty! stern Nymph of soul untamed;Sweet Nymph, O rightly of the mountains named!
  • 922.  
    . Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense,
    With ill-matched aims the Architect who planned-- Albeit labouring for a scanty band
  • 923.  
    WHEN Contemplation, like the night-calm felt
    Through earth and sky, spreads widely, and sends deepInto the soul its tranquillising power,
  • 924.  
    Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray:
    And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day
  • 925.  
    I heard a thousand blended notes
    While in a grove I sat reclined,In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
  • 926.  
    Where holy ground begins, unhallowed ends,
    Is marked by no distinguishable line;The turf unites, the pathways intertwine;
  • 927.  
    IT was a 'moral' end for which they fought;
    Else how, when mighty Thrones were put to shame,Could they, poor Shepherds, have preserved an aim,
  • 928.  
    COME ye--who, if (which Heaven avert!) the Land
    Were with herself at strife, would take your stand,Like gallant Falkland, by the Monarch's side,
  • 929.  
    SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways
       Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise
  • 930.  
    'These Tourists, heaven preserve us! needs must live
    A profitable life: some glance along, Rapid and gay, as if the earth were air,
  • 931.  
    CALL not the royal Swede unfortunate,
    Who never did to Fortune bend the knee;Who slighted fear; rejected steadfastly
  • 932.  
    . Thus far, O Friend! have we, though leaving much
    Unvisited, endeavour'd to retrace My life through its first years, and measured back
  • 933.  
    The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor
    With the slow motion of a summer's cloud, And now, as he approached a vassal's door,
  • 934.  
    HUNGER, and sultry heat, and nipping blast
    From bleak hill-top, and length of march by nightThrough heavy swamp, or over snow-clad height--
  • 935.  
    LADY! the songs of Spring were in the grove
    While I was shaping beds for winter flowers;While I was planting green unfading bowers,
  • 936.  
    Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright,
    Our aged Sovereign sits, to the ebb and flowOf states and kingdoms, to their joy or woe,
  • 937.  
    "Why, William, on that old grey stone,
    Thus for the length of half a day, Why, William, sit you thus alone,
  • 938.  
    Earth has not anything to show more fair:
    Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty:
  • 939.  
    -A simple Child,
    That lightly draws its breath,And feels its life in every limb,
  • 940.  
    I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,
    As being pass'd away.-Vain sympathies! For, backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes,
  • 941.  
    I've watched you now a full half hour
    Self-poised upon that yellow flower;And, little Butterfly! indeed
  • 942.  
    There's not a nook within this solemn Pass,
    But were an apt confessional for one Taught by his summer spent, his autumn gone,
  • 943.  
    Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frown'd,
    Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlock'd his heart; the melody
  • 944.  
    Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room,
    And hermits are contented with their cells, And students with their pensive citadels;
  • 945.  
    My heart leaps up when I behold
    A rainbow in the sky:So was it when my life began;
  • 946.  
    Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant
    Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air Of absence withers what was once so fair?
  • 947.  
    A slumber did my spirit seal;
    I had no human fears:She seem'd a thing that could not feel
  • 948.  
    Three years she grew in sun and shower;
    Then Nature said, ‘A lovelier flower On earth was never sown;
  • 949.  
    I travell'd among unknown men,
    In lands beyond the sea;Nor, England! did I know till then
  • 950.  
    She dwelt among the untrodden ways
    Beside the springs of Dove,A Maid whom there were none to praise
Total 1015 poems written by William Wordsworth

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