Poems by William Wordsworth

Poems by William Wordsworth

Scene on the Lake of Brientz, by William Wordsworth

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

Scenery Between Namur and Liege, by William Wordsworth

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

September 1, 1802, by William Wordsworth

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

September, 1802, near Dover, by William Wordsworth

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

Sequel to the Foregoing, by William Wordsworth

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

The Seven Sisters; or, The Solitude of Binnorie, by William Wordsworth

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

She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways, by William Wordsworth

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

She Was a Phantom of Delight, by William Wordsworth

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

The Solitary Reaper, by William Wordsworth

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

October, 1803 II, by William Wordsworth

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

Sonnet composed at —— Castle, by William Wordsworth

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

Song for the Wandering Jew, by William Wordsworth

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

A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal, by William Wordsworth

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

The Simplon Pass, by William Wordsworth

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

October, 1803 III, by William Wordsworth

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