Poems by William Wordsworth

England! The time is come when thou should'st wean
Thy heart from its emasculating food;
The t...

For gentlest uses, oft-times Nature takes
The work of Fancy from her willing hands;
And such ...

Once in a lonely hamlet I sojourned
In which a Lady driven from France did dwell;
The big and ...

Farewell, thou little Nook of mountain-ground,
Thou rocky corner in the lowest stair
Of that ...

Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sate
Upon the braes of Kirtle,
Was lovely as a Grecian maid
Ador...

In Memory of My Brother, John Wordsworth, Commander of the E. I. Company's Ship, The Earl Of A...

I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile!
Four summer weeks I dwelt in sight of thee:
I saw...

High on her speculative Tower
Stood Science waiting for the Hour
When Sol was destined to endur...

The gentlest Shade that walked Elysian plains
Might sometimes covet dissoluble chains;
Even fo...

Doomed as we are our native dust
To wet with many a bitter shower,
It ill befits us to disdain...

"Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away!
Not a soul in the village this morning will stay;
...

Thou sacred Pile! Whose turrets rise
From yon steep Mountain's loftiest stage,
Guarded by lone...

I Before I see another day,
Oh let my body die away!
In sleep I heard the northern gleams;
...

Fair Star of evening, Splendour of the west,
Star of my Country!on the horizon's brink
Thou h...

Earth has not any thing to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight ...