Her Eyes Are Wild, by William Wordsworth
I Her eyes are wild, her head is bare,
The...
I Her eyes are wild, her head is bare,
The...
I There was a roaring in the wind all night; ...
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight ap...
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the ...
Canto the First 'Tis spentthis burning day of ...
I First, London, for its myriads; for its he...
Guest from a holier world,
O, tell me where ...
Love has wings as light as a bird,
Guileless ...
Tell me, why, my sweetest dove,
Thus your h...
Doubtless you have heard the saying, Kansas la...
When first I saw him, I but saw
The shadow on...
A blaze of glory, or a demon wild,
A phantom...
Before your gate from dawn to late
The cheery ...
A dream, and yet--was it a dream?
It vanished...
The wedding day of long ago
Is ever new to hea...
My fancy's queen, the muse, one day,
Presse...
I look within thine eyes,
My little child,
...
Folding the earth in its mantle
Pure and undef...
I Oh to be naked!
My body? Yes, if need be.
...
The world has outlived all its passion,
Its m...
There are two angels, messengers of light,
B...
I hold it true that thoughts are things
Endowe...
Chorus from Hippolytus Could I take me to some...
Fear not, grand eagle,
The bay of the beagle...
I "One day we wander'd to the western side
O'...