Poems by William Wordsworth

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

When Ruth was left half desolate,
Her Father took another Mate;
And Ruth, not seven years o...

Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!
O Duty! If that name thou love
Who art a light to guide, a...

I saw an aged Beggar in my walk;
And he was seated, by the highway side,
On a low structure ...

Pelion and Ossa flourish side by side,
Together in immortal books enrolled:
His ancient dower...

A Pastoral The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink;
I heard a voice; it said, "Dr...

Art thou a Statist in the van
Of public conflicts trained and bred?
First learn to love one li...

Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,
The pious bird with the scarlet breast,
Our little Eng...

One morning (raw it was and wet
A foggy day in winter time)
A Woman on the road I met,
Not ol...

A Pastoral Ballad The fields which with covetous spirit we sold,
Those beautiful fields, the ...

Glide gently, thus for ever glide,
O Thames! That other bards may see
As lovely visions by th...

There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald Shore,
Three rosy-cheeked school-boys, ...

A famous man is Robin Hood,
The English ballad-singer's joy!
And Scotland has a thief as good,...

I There was a roaring in the wind all night;
The rain came heavily and fell in floods;
But ...

At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has s...