Poems by William Wordsworth

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

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

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 ...

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

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

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

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

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
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it...

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

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

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

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

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to ...