There Was a Child Went Forth, by Walt Whitman
There was a child went forth every day,
And t...
Flower Poems
These I Singing in Spring, by Walt Whitman
These I singing in spring collect for lovers,
...
This Compost, by Walt Whitman
1 Something startles me where I thought I was...
To Think of Time, by Walt Whitman
1 To think of time--of all that retrospection...
Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night, by Walt Whitman
Vigil strange I kept on the field one night;
...
Warble for Lilac-Time, by Walt Whitman
Warble me now for joy of lilac-time, (returnin...
When I Heard at the Close of the Day, by Walt Whitman
When I heard at the close of the day how my nam...
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd, by Walt Whitman
1 When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,
...
At the Grave of Burns, 1803. Seven Years after his Death, by William Wordsworth
I shiver, Spirit fierce and bold,
At thought...
Descriptive Sketches Taken During a Pedestrian Tour Among the Alps, by William Wordsworth
Were there, below, a spot of holy ground
Whe...
An Evening Walk, by William Wordsworth
Far from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove
...
A Farewell, by William Wordsworth
Farewell, thou little Nook of mountain-ground,...
The Farmer of Tilsbury Vale, by William Wordsworth
'Tis not for the unfeeling, the falsely refine...
Foresight, by William Wordsworth
That is work of waste and ruin
Do as Charles a...
The Fountain, by William Wordsworth
We talked with open heart, and tongue
Affect...
French Revolution, by William Wordsworth
As it Appeared to Enthusiasts at its Commenceme...
Guilt and Sorrow; or, Incidents Upon Salisbury Plain, by William Wordsworth
I A traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
...
The Kitten and Falling Leaves, by William Wordsworth
That way look, my Infant, lo!
What a pretty ...
Michael, by William Wordsworth
A Pastoral Poem If from the public way you tur...
Nutting, by William Wordsworth
It seems a day
(I...
The Old Cumberland Beggar, by William Wordsworth
I saw an aged Beggar in my walk;
And he was s...
Ruth, by William Wordsworth
When Ruth was left half desolate,
Her Father...
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 ...
Stanzas written in my Pocket Copy of Thomson's Castle of Indolence, by William Wordsworth
Within our happy Castle there dwelt One
Whom w...