Poems by William Wordsworth

I Where art thou, my beloved Son,
Where art thou, worse to me than dead?
Oh find me, pros...

A wingè d Goddess, clothed in vesture wrought
Of rainbow colours; One whose port was bol...

Was it to disenchant, and to undo,
That we approached the Seat of Charlemaine?
To sweep from ...

The post-boy drove with fierce career,
For threatening clouds the moon had drowned;
When, as...

I have a boy of five years old;
His face is fair and fresh to see;
His limbs are cast in beau...

The little hedgerow birds,
That peck along the road, regard him not.
He travels on, and in h...

Shout, for a mighty Victory is won!
On British ground the Invaders are laid low;
The breath o...

Beaumont! It was thy wish that I should rear
A seemly Cottage in this sunny Dell,
On favoured ...

I shiver, Spirit fierce and bold,
At thought of what I now behold:
As vapours breathed from ...

She had a tall man's height or more;
Her face from summer's noontide heat
No bonnet shaded, b...

Bleak season was it, turbulent and bleak,
When hitherward we journeyed, side by side,
Thro...

Now we are tired of boisterous joy,
Have romped enough, my little Boy!
Jane hangs her head up...

Festivals have I seen that were not names:
This is young Buonaparte's natal day,
And his is h...

Is it a reed that's shaken by the wind,
Or what is it that ye go forth to see?
Lords, lawyers...

I marvel how Nature could ever find space
For so many strange contrasts in one human face:
The...