Poems by William Wordsworth

She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent...

In the sweet shire of Cardigan,
Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall,
An old Man dwells, a little...

Brook and road
Were fellow-travellers in this gloomy Pass,
And wi...

A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
T...

There is a Flower, the lesser Celandine,
That shrinks, like many more, from cold and rain;
...

Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself; ...

Though the torrents from their fountains
Roar down many a craggy steep,
Yet they find among th...

Degenerate Douglas! Oh, the unworthy Lord!
Whom mere despite of heart could so far please,
An...

Not, like his great compeers, indignantly
Doth DANUBE spring to life! The wandering Stream
(W...

Behold, within the leafy shade,
Those bright blue eggs together laid!
On me the chance-discov...

Within our happy Castle there dwelt One
Whom without blame I may not overlook;
For never sun o...

"What, you are stepping westward?"" Yea."
'Twould be a wildish destiny,
If we, who thus tog...

Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the Lover's ear alone, ...

The sun has long been set,
The stars are out by twos and threes,
The little birds are pipin...

Up! Up! My Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you'll grow double:
Up! Up! My Friend, an...