Poems by William Wordsworth

Great men have been among us; hands that penned
And tongues that uttered wisdombetter none:
Th...

Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
Their snow white blossoms on my head,
With brightest...

I A traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
Pursued his vagrant way, with feet half bare;
S...

Far from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove
Through bare grey dell, high wood, and pastoral...

Now we are tired of boisterous joy,
Have romped enough, my little Boy!
Jane hangs her head up...

The sky is overcast
With a continuous cloud of texture close,
Heavy and wan, all whitened by ...

Child of loud-throated War! The mountain Stream
Roars in thy hearing; but thy hour of rest
Is c...

On Being Reminded that She was a Month Old that Day, September 16 Hast thou then survived
Mild...

I Where art thou, my beloved Son,
Where art thou, worse to me than dead?
Oh find me, pros...

A wingè d Goddess, clothed in vesture wrought
Of rainbow colours; One whose port was bol...

Was it to disenchant, and to undo,
That we approached the Seat of Charlemaine?
To sweep from ...

The post-boy drove with fierce career,
For threatening clouds the moon had drowned;
When, as...

I have a boy of five years old;
His face is fair and fresh to see;
His limbs are cast in beau...

The little hedgerow birds,
That peck along the road, regard him not.
He travels on, and in h...

Is it a reed that's shaken by the wind,
Or what is it that ye go forth to see?
Lords, lawyers...