Poems by William Wordsworth

Glide gently, thus for ever glide,
O Thames! That other bards may see
As lovely visions by th...

A Pastoral Ballad The fields which with covetous spirit we sold,
Those beautiful fields, the ...

I There was a roaring in the wind all night;
The rain came heavily and fell in floods;
But ...

At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has s...

A famous man is Robin Hood,
The English ballad-singer's joy!
And Scotland has a thief as good,...

There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald Shore,
Three rosy-cheeked school-boys, ...

When Ruth was left half desolate,
Her Father took another Mate;
And Ruth, not seven years o...

One morning (raw it was and wet
A foggy day in winter time)
A Woman on the road I met,
Not ol...

"What know we of the Blest above
But that they sing and that they love?"
Yet, if they ever did...

What lovelier home could gentle Fancy choose?
Is this the Stream, whose cities, heights, and ...

We had a female Passenger who came
From Calais with us, spotless in array,
A white-robed Negr...

Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood;
And saw, while sea was calm and air was clear,
The ...

Where are they now, those wanton Boys?
For whose free range the dæ dal earth
Was filled ...

I Seven Daughters had Lord Archibald,
All children of one mother:
You could not say in one ...

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to ...