Poems by William Wordsworth

I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile!
Four summer weeks I dwelt in sight of thee:
I saw...

In Memory of My Brother, John Wordsworth, Commander of the E. I. Company's Ship, The Earl Of A...

Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sate
Upon the braes of Kirtle,
Was lovely as a Grecian maid
Ador...

Once in a lonely hamlet I sojourned
In which a Lady driven from France did dwell;
The big and ...

For gentlest uses, oft-times Nature takes
The work of Fancy from her willing hands;
And such ...

England! The time is come when thou should'st wean
Thy heart from its emasculating food;
The t...

Far from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove
Through bare grey dell, high wood, and pastoral...

"Why, William, on that old grey stone,
Thus for the length of half a day,
Why, William, s...

From the fierce aspect of this River throwing
His giant body o'er the steep rock's brink,
Back...

Farewell, thou little Nook of mountain-ground,
Thou rocky corner in the lowest stair
Of that ...

'Tis not for the unfeeling, the falsely refined,
The squeamish in taste, and the narrow of mi...

A barking sound the Shepherd hears,
A cry as of a dog or fox;
He haltsand searches with his e...

Fly, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale!
Say that we come, and come by this day's light;
...

That is work of waste and ruin
Do as Charles and I are doing!
Strawberry-blossoms, one and all...

The peace which others seek they find;
The heaviest storms not longest last;
Heaven grants ev...