Poems by William Wordsworth

If Nature, for a favourite child,
In thee hath tempered so her clay,
That every hour thy hea...

A Pastoral Poem If from the public way you turn your steps
Up the tumultuous brook of Green-hea...

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it...

A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags,
A rude and natural causeway, interposed
Between th...

It seems a day
(I speak of one from many singled out)
One of those...

I

His simple truths did Andrew glean
Beside the babbling rills;
A careful student he h...

One might believe that natural miseries
Had blasted France, and made of it a land
Unfit for me...

These times strike monied worldlings with dismay:
Even rich men, brave by nature, taint the a...

When, looking on the present face of things,
I see one man, of men the meanest too!
Raised u...

Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!
O Duty! If that name thou love
Who art a light to guide, a...

I saw an aged Beggar in my walk;
And he was seated, by the highway side,
On a low structure ...

Pelion and Ossa flourish side by side,
Together in immortal books enrolled:
His ancient dower...

A Pastoral The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink;
I heard a voice; it said, "Dr...

Art thou a Statist in the van
Of public conflicts trained and bred?
First learn to love one li...

Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,
The pious bird with the scarlet breast,
Our little Eng...