Poems by William Wordsworth

"What know we of the Blest above
But that they sing and that they love?"
Yet, if they ever did...

What lovelier home could gentle Fancy choose?
Is this the Stream, whose cities, heights, and ...

We had a female Passenger who came
From Calais with us, spotless in array,
A white-robed Negr...

Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood;
And saw, while sea was calm and air was clear,
The ...

Where are they now, those wanton Boys?
For whose free range the dæ dal earth
Was filled ...

I Seven Daughters had Lord Archibald,
All children of one mother:
You could not say in one ...

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

She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent...

Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself; ...

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

Degenerate Douglas! Oh, the unworthy Lord!
Whom mere despite of heart could so far please,
An...

Though the torrents from their fountains
Roar down many a craggy steep,
Yet they find among th...

A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
T...

Brook and road
Were fellow-travellers in this gloomy Pass,
And wi...

When, looking on the present face of things,
I see one man, of men the meanest too!
Raised u...