Poems by William Wordsworth

A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags,
A rude and natural causeway, interposed
Between th...

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it...

A Pastoral Poem If from the public way you turn your steps
Up the tumultuous brook of Green-hea...

If Nature, for a favourite child,
In thee hath tempered so her clay,
That every hour thy hea...

Age! Twine thy brows with fresh spring flowers,
And call a train of laughing Hours;
And bid t...

After Accompanying Her on a Mountain Excursion I met Louisa in the shade,
And, having seen th...

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

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

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

Come yewho, if (which Heaven avert!) the Land
Were with herself at strife, would take your sta...

Nay, Traveller! Rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands
Far from all human dwelling: what if here
No...

I In distant countries have I been,
And yet I have not often seen
A healthy man, a man full...

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

Amid this dance of objects sadness steals
O'er the defrauded heart--while sweeping by,
As in a...

I grieved for Buonaparté, with a vain
And an unthinking grief! The tenderest mood
Of tha...