Nutting, by William Wordsworth
It seems a day
(I...
Animal Poems
The Oak and the Broom, by William Wordsworth
I
His simple truths did Andrew glean
Be...
The Old Cumberland Beggar, by William Wordsworth
I saw an aged Beggar in my walk;
And he was s...
The Pet Lamb, by William Wordsworth
A Pastoral The dew was falling fast, the star...
The Redbreast Chasing the Butterfly, by William Wordsworth
Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,
The pi...
Repentance, by William Wordsworth
A Pastoral Ballad The fields which with coveto...
Resolution and Independence, by William Wordsworth
I There was a roaring in the wind all night; ...
The Reverie of Poor Susan, by William Wordsworth
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight ap...
Rob Roy's Grave, by William Wordsworth
A famous man is Robin Hood,
The English balla...
Ruth, by William Wordsworth
When Ruth was left half desolate,
Her Father...
The Sailor's Mother, by William Wordsworth
One morning (raw it was and wet
A foggy day in...
The Seven Sisters; or, The Solitude of Binnorie, by William Wordsworth
I Seven Daughters had Lord Archibald,
All c...
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways, by William Wordsworth
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the ...
Simon Lee, the Old Huntsman, by William Wordsworth
In the sweet shire of Cardigan,
Not far from ...
A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal, by William Wordsworth
A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human ...
The Solitary Reaper, by William Wordsworth
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitar...
Song for the Wandering Jew, by William Wordsworth
Though the torrents from their fountains
Roar ...
The Source of the Danube, by William Wordsworth
Not, like his great compeers, indignantly
Do...
The Sparrow's Nest, by William Wordsworth
Behold, within the leafy shade,
Those bright...
Stanzas written in my Pocket Copy of Thomson's Castle of Indolence, by William Wordsworth
Within our happy Castle there dwelt One
Whom w...
Strange Fits of Passion Have I Known, by William Wordsworth
Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I w...
There is a Bondage Worse, Far Worse, to Bear, by William Wordsworth
There is a bondage worse, far worse, to bear
...
Thoughts suggested the Day following, on the Banks of Nith, near the Poet's Residence, by William Wordsworth
Too frail to keep the lofty vow
That must have...
'Tis Said, That Some Have Died for Love, by William Wordsworth
'Tis said, that some have died for love:
And...
To a Butterfly, by William Wordsworth
Stay near medo not take thy flight!
A little l...