Poems by William Wordsworth

Poems by William Wordsworth

Influence of Natural Objects in calling forth and strengthening the Imagination in Boyhood and Early Youth, by William Wordsworth

Wisdom and Spirit of the universe!
Thou Soul, that art the Eternity of thought!
And giv'st to...

Inscription for the spot where the Hermitage stood on St. Herbert's Island, Derwent-Water, by William Wordsworth

If thou in the dear love of some one Friend
Hast been so happy that thou know'st what thoughts
...

In the Cathedral at Cologne, by William Wordsworth

O for the help of Angels to complete
This Temple--Angels governed by a plan
How gloriously purs...

In the Pass of Killicranky, by William Wordsworth

An invasion being expected, October 1803 Six thousand veterans practised in war's game,
Tried...

It Is a Beauteous Evening, Calm and Free, by William Wordsworth

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with ado...

It is No Spirit who from Heaven hath Flown, by William Wordsworth

It is no Spirit who from heaven hath flown,
And is descending on his embassy;
Nor Traveller g...

It is Not to be Thought of that the Flood, by William Wordsworth

It is not to be thought of that the Flood
Of British freedom, which, to the open sea
Of the w...

I Travelled Among Unknown Men, by William Wordsworth

I travelled among unknown men,
In lands beyond the sea;
Nor, England! Did I know till then
...

It Was an April Morning: Fresh and Clear, by William Wordsworth

It was an April morning: fresh and clear
The Rivulet, delighting in its strength,
Ran with a ...

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud, by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw ...

The King of Sweden, by William Wordsworth

The Voice of song from distant lands shall call
To that great King; shall hail the crownè...

The Kitten and Falling Leaves, by William Wordsworth

That way look, my Infant, lo!
What a pretty baby-show!
See the Kitten on the wall,
Sporting...

1798: A Night Piece, by William Wordsworth

The sky is overcast
With a continuous cloud of texture close,
Heavy and wan, all whitened by ...

Address to Kilchurn Castle, by William Wordsworth

Child of loud-throated War! The mountain Stream
Roars in thy hearing; but thy hour of rest
Is c...

Address to my Infant Daughter, Dora, by William Wordsworth

On Being Reminded that She was a Month Old that Day, September 16 Hast thou then survived
Mild...