To My Sister, by William Wordsworth
It is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before
The redbreast sings from th...
Poems by William Wordsworth
To the Cuckoo, by William Wordsworth
O blithe New-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice.
O Cuckoo! Shall I call thee Bird,
...
To the Daisy, by William Wordsworth
"Her divine skill taught me this,
That from every thing I saw
I could some instruction draw,
...
To the Daisy II, by William Wordsworth
Bright Flower! Whose home is everywhere,
Bold in maternal Nature's care,
And all the long yea...
To the Daisy (IV),by William Wordsworth
Sweet Flower! Belike one day to have
A place upon thy Poet's grave,
I welcome thee once more: ...
To the Men of Kent. October, 1803, by William Wordsworth
Vanguard of Liberty, ye men of Kent,
Ye children of a Soil that doth advance
Her haughty brow...
To the Same Flower, by William Wordsworth
Pleasures newly found are sweet
When they lie about our feet:
February last, my heart
First ...
To the Small Celandine, by William Wordsworth
Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies,
Let them live upon their praises;
Long as there's a su...
To the Sons of Burns, after Visiting the Grave of their Father, by William Wordsworth
'Mid crowded obelisks and urns
I sought the untimely grave of Burns;
Sons of the Bard, my hea...
To Toussaint L'Ouverture, by William Wordsworth
Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men!
Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough
Within th...
The Town of Schwytz, by William Wordsworth
By antique Fancy trimmed--though lowly, bred
To dignity--in thee, O SCHWYTZ! Are seen
The gen...
The Two April Mornings, by William Wordsworth
We walked along, while bright and red
Uprose the morning sun;
And Matthew stopped, he looke...
Vaudracour and Julia, by William Wordsworth
O happy time of youthful lovers (thus
My story may begin) O balmy time,
In which a love-knot o...
The Waggoner, by William Wordsworth
Canto the First 'Tis spentthis burning day of June!
Soft darkness o'er its latest gleams is ste...
The Eclipse of the Sun, 1820, by William Wordsworth
High on her speculative Tower
Stood Science waiting for the Hour
When Sol was destined to endur...