Michael, by William Wordsworth
A Pastoral Poem If from the public way you tur...
Bear 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...
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 Source of the Danube, by William Wordsworth
Not, like his great compeers, indignantly
Do...
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 Highland Girl, by William Wordsworth
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower
Of beauty ...
To the Sons of Burns, after Visiting the Grave of their Father, by William Wordsworth
'Mid crowded obelisks and urns
I sought the un...
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 ...
Balin and Balan, by Alfred Tennyson
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot
I...
The Coming of Arthur, by Alfred Tennyson
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard,
Had one fa...
Geraint and Enid, by Alfred Tennyson
O purblind race of miserable men,
How many am...
The Golden Year, by Alfred Tennyson
Well, you shall have that song which Leonard w...
The Goose, by Alfred Tennyson
I knew an old wife lean and poor,
Her rags sc...
Guinevere, by Alfred Tennyson
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat
T...
The Holy Grail, by Alfred Tennyson
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done
...
Lady Clara Vere de Vere, by Alfred Tennyson
Lady Clara Vere de Vere,
Of me you shall not ...
Lancelot and Elaine, by Alfred Tennyson
Elaine the fair, Elaine the loveable,
Elaine...
Morte d'Arthur, by Alfred Tennyson
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd
Amo...
The Passing of Arthur, by Alfred Tennyson
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere,
First...