Poems by William Wordsworth

Poems by William Wordsworth

Elegiac Stanzas, by William Wordsworth

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

Elegiac Verses, by William Wordsworth

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

Ellen Irwin; or, The Braes of Kirtle, by William Wordsworth

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

The Emigrant Mother, by William Wordsworth

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

Engelberg, the Hill of Angels, by William Wordsworth

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, by William Wordsworth

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

An Evening Walk, by William Wordsworth

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

Expostulation and Reply, by William Wordsworth

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

The Fall of the Aar--Handec, by William Wordsworth

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

A Farewell, by William Wordsworth

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

The Farmer of Tilsbury Vale, by William Wordsworth

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

Fidelity, by William Wordsworth

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, by William Wordsworth

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

Foresight, by William Wordsworth

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

The Forsaken, by William Wordsworth

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