Poems by William Wordsworth

I shiver, Spirit fierce and bold,
At thought of what I now behold:
As vapours breathed from ...

She had a tall man's height or more;
Her face from summer's noontide heat
No bonnet shaded, b...

Bleak season was it, turbulent and bleak,
When hitherward we journeyed, side by side,
Thro...

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

Festivals have I seen that were not names:
This is young Buonaparte's natal day,
And his is h...

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

I marvel how Nature could ever find space
For so many strange contrasts in one human face:
The...

I "Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf, "
Exclaimed an angry Voice,
"Nor dare to thrust thy...

A simple Child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What shoul...

When I have borne in memory what has tamed
Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts depart
When m...

When, to the attractions of the busy world,
Preferring studious leisure, I had chosen
A habi...

A whirl-blast from behind the hill
Rushed o'er the wood with startling sound;
Thenall at once ...

Who fancied what a pretty sight
This Rock would be if edged around
With living snow-drops? Circ...

A plague on your languages, German and Norse!
Let me have the song of the kettle;
And the to...

O Friend! I know not which way I must look
For comfort, being, as I am, opprest,
To think t...