Poems by William Wordsworth

When I have borne in memory what has tamed
Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts depart
When m...

A simple Child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What shoul...

I "Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf, "
Exclaimed an angry Voice,
"Nor dare to thrust thy f...

O happy time of youthful lovers (thus
My story may begin) O balmy time,
In which a love-knot o...

Canto the First 'Tis spentthis burning day of June!
Soft darkness o'er its latest gleams is ste...

Sweet Flower! Belike one day to have
A place upon thy Poet's grave,
I welcome thee once more: ...

Vanguard of Liberty, ye men of Kent,
Ye children of a Soil that doth advance
Her haughty brow...

Pleasures newly found are sweet
When they lie about our feet:
February last, my heart
First ...

Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men!
Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough
Within th...

Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies,
Let them live upon their praises;
Long as there's a su...

We walked along, while bright and red
Uprose the morning sun;
And Matthew stopped, he looke...

By antique Fancy trimmed--though lowly, bred
To dignity--in thee, O SCHWYTZ! Are seen
The gen...

Milton! Thou should'st be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stag...

I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when p...

How richly glows the water's breast
Before us, tinged with evening hues,
While, facing thus ...