Written in March, while resting on the Bridge at the Foot of Brothers Water, by William Wordsworth
The Cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter,...
Poems by William Wordsworth
Written in Very Early Youth, by William Wordsworth
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.
The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;
The horse alo...
Written with a Pencil upon a Stone in the Wall of the House (an Out-House),on the Island at Grasmere, by William Wordsworth
Rude is this Edifice, and Thou hast seen
Buildings, albeit rude, that have maintained
Propor...
Yarrow Unvisited, by William Wordsworth
From Stirling castle we had seen
The mazy Forth unravelled;
Had trod the banks of Clyde, and ...
Yew-Trees, by William Wordsworth
There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale,
Which to this day stands single, in the midst
Of ...
The Last of the Flock, by William Wordsworth
I In distant countries have I been,
And yet I have not often seen
A healthy man, a man full...
The Last Supper, by Leonardo da Vinci, in the Refectory of the Convent of Maria della Grazia—Milan, by William Wordsworth
Tho' searching damps and many an envious flaw
Have marred this Work, the calm ethereal grace,
...
Lines Left Upon a Seat in a Yew-Tree..., by William Wordsworth
Nay, Traveller! Rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands
Far from all human dwelling: what if here
No...
Lines on the Expected Invasion, 1803, by William Wordsworth
Come yewho, if (which Heaven avert!) the Land
Were with herself at strife, would take your sta...
Lines Written in Early Spring, by William Wordsworth
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when p...
Lines Written While Sailing in a Boat at Evening, by William Wordsworth
How richly glows the water's breast
Before us, tinged with evening hues,
While, facing thus ...
London, 1802, by William Wordsworth
Milton! Thou should'st be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stag...
Louisa, by William Wordsworth
After Accompanying Her on a Mountain Excursion I met Louisa in the shade,
And, having seen th...
Lucy Gray; or, Solitude, by William Wordsworth
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray:
And, when I crossed the wild,
I chanced to see at break of day...
The Matron of Jedborough and her Husband, by William Wordsworth
Age! Twine thy brows with fresh spring flowers,
And call a train of laughing Hours;
And bid t...