Poems by William Wordsworth

Poems by William Wordsworth

'Tis Said, That Some Have Died for Love, by William Wordsworth

'Tis said, that some have died for love:
And here and there a church-yard grave is found
In t...

To the Cuckoo, by William Wordsworth

O blithe New-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice.
O Cuckoo! Shall I call thee Bird,
...

To My Sister, by William Wordsworth

It is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before
The redbreast sings from th...

To M. H., by William Wordsworth

Our walk was far among the ancient trees:
There was no road, nor any woodman's path;
But a t...

To Joanna, by William Wordsworth

Amid the smoke of cities did you pass
The time of early youth; and there you learned,
From yea...

To H. C., by William Wordsworth

O thou! Whose fancies from afar are brought;
Who of thy words dost make a mock apparel,
And f...

To a Sky-Lark, by William Wordsworth

Up with me! Up with me into the clouds!
For thy song, Lark, is strong;
Up with me, up with ...

To a Sexton, by William Wordsworth

Let thy wheel-barrow alone
Wherefore, Sexton, piling still
In thy bone-house bone on bone?
'...

To a Highland Girl, by William Wordsworth

Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower
Of beauty is thy earthly dower!
Twice seven consenting year...

To a Butterfly II, by William Wordsworth

I've watch'd you now a full half-hour,
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butt...

To a Butterfly, by William Wordsworth

Stay near medo not take thy flight!
A little longer stay in sight!
Much converse do I find in t...

Stepping Westward, by William Wordsworth

"What, you are stepping westward?"" Yea."
'Twould be a wildish destiny,
If we, who thus tog...

The Sun Has Long Been Set, by William Wordsworth

The sun has long been set,
The stars are out by twos and threes,
The little birds are piping ...

Strange Fits of Passion Have I Known, by William Wordsworth

Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the Lover's ear alone, ...

The Tables Turned, by William Wordsworth

Up! Up! My Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you'll grow double:
Up! Up! My Friend, an...