To a Butterfly II, by William Wordsworth
I've watch'd you now a full half-hour,
Self-p...
Animal Poems
To a Highland Girl, by William Wordsworth
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower
Of beauty ...
To a Sky-Lark, by William Wordsworth
Up with me! Up with me into the clouds!
For th...
To a Young Lady, who had been Reproached for taking Long Walks in the Country, by William Wordsworth
Dear Child of Nature, let them rail!
There is...
To the Cuckoo, by William Wordsworth
O blithe New-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee...
To the Same Flower, by William Wordsworth
Pleasures newly found are sweet
When they lie ...
To the Sons of Burns, after Visiting the Grave of their Father, by William Wordsworth
'Mid crowded obelisks and urns
I sought the un...
The Two April Mornings, by William Wordsworth
We walked along, while bright and red
Uprose...
Vaudracour and Julia, by William Wordsworth
O happy time of youthful lovers (thus
My story...
The Waggoner, by William Wordsworth
Canto the First 'Tis spentthis burning day of ...
When, to the Attractions of the Busy World, by William Wordsworth
When, to the attractions of the busy world,
...
A Whirl-blast from Behind the Hill, by William Wordsworth
A whirl-blast from behind the hill
Rushed o'er...
Written in Germany, on one of the Coldest Days of the Century, by William Wordsworth
A plague on your languages, German and Norse! ...
Written in March, while resting on the Bridge at the Foot of Brothers Water, by William Wordsworth
The Cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
...
Written in Very Early Youth, by William Wordsworth
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.
The kin...
Written with a Pencil upon a Stone in the Wall of the House (an Out-House), on the Island at Grasmere, by William Wordsworth
Rude is this Edifice, and Thou hast seen
Buil...
Yarrow Unvisited, by William Wordsworth
From Stirling castle we had seen
The mazy Fort...
Amphion, by Alfred Tennyson
My father left a park to me,
But it is wild a...
The Arrival, by Alfred Tennyson
1 All precious things, discover'd late,
To...
Audley Court, by Alfred Tennyson
"The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a ...
Balin and Balan, by Alfred Tennyson
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot
I...
The Charge of the Light Brigade, by Alfred Tennyson
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league ...
Claribel, by Alfred Tennyson
A MELODY
1 Where Claribel low-lieth
The br...
The Coming of Arthur, by Alfred Tennyson
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard,
Had one fa...
Could I Outwear My Present State of Woe, by Alfred Tennyson
Could I outwear my present state of woe
With o...