Poems by William Wordsworth

Poems by William Wordsworth

Lines on the Expected Invasion, 1803, by William Wordsworth

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

Lines Written in Early Spring, by William Wordsworth

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

Lines Written While Sailing in a Boat at Evening, by William Wordsworth

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

London, 1802, by William Wordsworth

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

Louisa, by William Wordsworth

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

Lucy Gray; or, Solitude, by William Wordsworth

Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray:
And, when I crossed the wild,
I chanced to see at break of day...

The Matron of Jedborough and her Husband, by William Wordsworth

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

Matthew, by William Wordsworth

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

Michael, by William Wordsworth

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

My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold, by William Wordsworth

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

A Narrow Girdle of Rough Stones and Crags, by William Wordsworth

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

Nutting, by William Wordsworth

        It seems a day
(I speak of one from many singled out)
One of those...

The Oak and the Broom, by William Wordsworth

I His simple truths did Andrew glean
Beside the babbling rills;
A careful student he had bee...

October, 1803, by William Wordsworth

One might believe that natural miseries
Had blasted France, and made of it a land
Unfit for me...

October, 1803 II, by William Wordsworth

These times strike monied worldlings with dismay:
Even rich men, brave by nature, taint the a...