Poems by William Wordsworth

Poems by William Wordsworth

The Childless Father, by William Wordsworth

"Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away!
Not a soul in the village this morning will stay;

The Church of San Salvador, Seen from the Lake of Lugano, by William Wordsworth

Thou sacred Pile! Whose turrets rise
From yon steep Mountain's loftiest stage,
Guarded by lone...

The Complaint of a Forsaken Indian Woman, by William Wordsworth

I Before I see another day,
Oh let my body die away!
In sleep I heard the northern gleams;

Composed after a Journey across the Hambleton Hills, Yorkshire, by William Wordsworth

Dark and more dark the shades of evening fell;
The wished-for point was reachedbut at an hour

Composed by the Sea-side, near Calais, August, 1802, by William Wordsworth

Fair Star of evening, Splendour of the west,
Star of my Country!on the horizon's brink
Thou h...

Composed in One of the Catholic Cantons of Switzerland, by William Wordsworth

Doomed as we are our native dust
To wet with many a bitter shower,
It ill befits us to disdain...

Composed in the Valley near Dover, on the Day of Landing, by William Wordsworth

Here, on our native soil, we breathe once more.
The cock that crows, the smoke that curls, t...

Composed near Calais, on the Road leading to Ardres, August 7, 1802, by William Wordsworth

Jones! As from Calais southward you and I
Went pacing side by side, this public Way
Streamed w...

Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802, by William Wordsworth

Earth has not any thing to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight ...

The Cottager to her Infant, by William Wordsworth

The days are cold, the nights are long,
The north-wind sings a doleful song;
Then hush again...

The Danish Boy, by William Wordsworth

I Between two sister moorland rills
There is a spot that seems to lie
Sacred to flowerets of ...

Departure from the Vale of Grasmere, by William Wordsworth

The gentlest Shade that walked Elysian plains
Might sometimes covet dissoluble chains;
Even fo...

Descriptive Sketches Taken During a Pedestrian Tour Among the Alps, by William Wordsworth

Were there, below, a spot of holy ground
Where from distress a refuge might be found,
And so...