Poet
William Wordsworth
English
- 'Beloved Vale!' I Said, 'When I Shall Con'
- 'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love
- _There Is A Pleasure In Poetic Pains_
- A Little Onward Lend Thy Guiding Hand
- A Narrow Girdle Of Rough Stones And Crags
- A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal
- A Volant Tribe Of Bards On Earth Are Found
- A Whirl-Blast From Behind The Hill
- Advance--Come Forth From Thy Tyrolean Ground
- Aerial Rock--Whose Solitary Brow
- Ah! Where Is Palafox? Nor Tongue Nor Pen
- Alas! What Boots The Long Laborious Quest
- And Is It Among Rude Untutored Dales
- As Faith Thus Sanctified The Warrior'S Crest
- Avaunt All Specious Pliancy Of Mind
- Bishops And Priests, Blessèd Are Ye, If Deep
- Brave Schill! By Death Delivered, Take Thy Flight
- Brook! Whose Society The Poet Seeks
- Call Not The Royal Swede Unfortunate
- Calm Is The Fragrant Air, And Loth To Lose
- Change Me, Some God, Into That Breathing Rose!
- Chatsworth! Thy Stately Mansion, And The Pride
- Child Of The Clouds! Remote From Every Taint
- Coldly We Spake. The Saxons, Overpowered
- Deplorable His Lot Who Tills The Ground
- Desire We Past Illusions To Recal
- Despond Who Will--_I_ Heard A Voice Exclaim
- Destined To War From Very Infancy
- Down A Swift Stream, Thus Far, A Bold Design
- Emperors And Kings, How Oft Have Temples Rung
- England! The Time Is Come When Thou Should'St Wean
- Ere With Cold Beads Of Midnight Dew
- Even As A Dragon'S Eye That Feels The Stress
- Fair Prime Of Life! Were It Enough To Gild
- Fallen, And Diffused Into A Shapeless Heap
- "Fly, Some Kind Harbinger, To Grasmere-Dale" [A]
- From False Assumption Rose, And Fondly Hail'D
- From The Dark Chambers Of Dejection Freed
- From This Deep Chasm, Where Quivering Sunbeams Play
- Go Back To Antique Ages, If Thine Eyes
- Great Men Have Been Among Us; Hands That Penned
- Grief, Thou Hast Lost An Ever Ready Friend
- Hail, Twilight, Sovereign Of One Peaceful Hour
- Hail, Zaragoza! If With Unwet Eye
- Hast Thou Seen, With Flash Incessant
- Her Only Pilot The Soft Breeze, The Boat
- Here Pause: The Poet Claims At Least This Praise
- Hopes, What Are They?--Beads Of Morning
- How Rich That Forehead'S Calm Expanse!
- How Shall I Paint Thee?--Be This Naked Stone
- How Soon--Alas! Did Man, Created Pure
- How Sweet It Is, When Mother Fancy Rocks
- I Grieved For Buonaparté
- I Saw The Figure Of A Lovely Maid
- I Travelled Among Unknown Men
- I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
- I Watch, And Long Have Watched, With Calm Regret
- If This Great World Of Joy And Pain
- In Due Observance Of An Ancient Rite
- In My Mind'S Eye A Temple, Like A Cloud
- In These Fair Vales Hath Many A Tree
- Is There A Power That Can Sustain And Cheer
- It Is A Beauteous Evening, Calm And Free
- It Is No Spirit Who From Heaven Hath Flown
- It Is Not To Be Thought Of That The Flood
- It Was An April Morning: Fresh And Clear
- Look Now On That Adventurer Who Hath Paid
- Methinks 'Twere No Unprecedented Feat
- Methought I Saw The Footsteps Of A Throne
- "My Dear Miss Wordsworth,--
- My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold
- No Record Tells Of Lance Opposed To Lance
- Not Envying Latian Shades--If Yet They Throw
- Not Hurled Precipitous From Steep To Steep
- Not In The Lucid Intervals Of Life
- Not Love, Not War, Nor The Tumultuous Swell
- Not Seldom, Clad In Radiant Vest
- Not Without Heavy Grief Of Heart Did He
- Nuns Fret Not At Their Convent'S Narrow Room
- O Flower Of All That Springs From Gentle Blood
- O Mountain Stream! The Shepherd And His Cot
- O Nightingale! Thou Surely Art
- O Thou Who Movest Onward With A Mind
- O'Er The Wide Earth, On Mountain And On Plain
- O'Erweening Statesmen Have Full Long Relied
- On Nature'S Invitation Do I Come
- Once I Could Hail (Howe'Er Serene The Sky)
- "Pause, Courteous Spirit!--Balbi Supplicates"[A]
- Pelion And Ossa Flourish Side By Side
- Perhaps Some Needful Service Of The State
- Poems On The Naming Of Places
- Praised Be The Rivers, From Their Mountain Springs
- Say, What Is Honour?--'Tis The Finest Sense
- Scorn Not The Sonnet; Critic, You Have Frowned
- She Dwelt Among The Untrodden Ways
- She Was A Phantom Of Delight
- Silvia, let us from the crowd retire
- Soft As A Cloud Is Yon Blue Ridge--The Mere
- Sole Listener, Duddon! To The Breeze That Played
- Strange Fits Of Passion Have I Known
- Surprised By Joy--Impatient As The Wind
- Take, Cradled Nursling Of The Mountain, Take
- The Fairest, Brightest, Hues Of Ether Fade
- The Gallant Youth, Who May Have Gained
- The Kirk Of Ulpha To The Pilgrim'S Eye
- The Leaves That Rustled On This Oak-Crowned Hill
- The Martial Courage Of A Day Is Vain
- The Massy Ways, Carried Across These Heights
- The Power Of Armies Is A Visible Thing
- The Shepherd, Looking Eastward, Softly Said
- The Stars Are Mansions Built By Nature'S Hand
- The Sun Has Long Been Set
- The World Is Too Much With Us; Late And Soon
- There Is A Bondage Worse, Far Worse, To Bear
- There Is A Little Unpretending Rill
- There Is An Eminence,--Of These Our Hills
- There Never Breathed A Man Who, When His Life
- They Called Thee Merry England, In Old Time
- Those Words Were Uttered As In Pensive Mood
- Three Years She Grew In Sun And Shower
- True Is It That Ambrosio Salinero
- Weak Is The Will Of Man, His Judgment Blind
- Weep Not, Belovèd Friends! Nor Let The Air
- What Aspect Bore The Man Who Roved Or Fled
- When Haughty Expectations Prostrate Lie
- When I Have Borne In Memory What Has Tamed
- When Philoctetes In The Lemnian Isle
- When, To The Attractions Of The Busy World
- Whence That Low Voice?--A Whisper From The Heart
- Where Lies The Land To Which Yon Ship Must Go?
- Where Long And Deeply Hath Been Fixed The Root
- While Anna'S Peers And Early Playmates Tread
- Who Fancied What A Pretty Sight
- Who Swerves From Innocence, Who Makes Divorce
- Why Should The Enthusiast, Journeying Through This Isle
- Why, Minstrel, These Untuneful Murmurings
- With Ships The Sea Was Sprinkled Far And Nigh
- Yes, It Was The Mountain Echo
- 'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love
- (A Feeder Of The Annan)
- (A Friend Of The Author)
- (After The Crowd Had Departed)[903]
- (At Inversneyde, Upon Loch Lomond)
- (By My Sister)[757]
- (By The Sea-Side)
- (Composed By The Sea-Side,--On The Coast Of Cumberland)
- (In A Small Valley Opposite St. Goar, Upon The Rhine)
- (In A Steam-Boat)
- (On The Banks Of The Derwent)
- (On The Wayside Between Preston And Liverpool)
- (Rydal)
- (Sent With These Poems, In Ms., To ----)[467]
- (Sequel To The Foregoing)[407]
- (Suggested By A Picture)
- (Suggested In A Westmoreland Cottage)
- (Supposed To Be Written By A Friend)
- (Thirty Years Ago)
- --Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely yew-tree stands
- 1. TO A BUTTERFLY.
- 10. FROM THE ITALIAN OF MICHAEL ANGELO.
- 11. FROM THE SAME.
- 12. FROM THE SAME.
- 2. TO A SKY-LARK.
- 3. With how sad Steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the Sky
- 5. WRITTEN IN MARCH,
- 8. ADDRESS TO THE SONS OF BURNS
- 9. TO THE RIVER DUDDON.
- [B]
- [From The Roman Station At Old Penrith]
- _We Are Seven._
- A Character
- A Complaint
- A Conversation
- A Cry From Derwentwater
- A Fact, And An Imagination, Or, Canute And Alfred, On The Seashore
- A Farewell
- A fig for your languages, German and Norse...
- A Flower Garden - At Coleorton Hall, Leicestershire.
- A FRAGMENT
- A Fragment
- A Gravestone Upon The Floor In The Cloisters Of Worcester Cathedral
- A Jewish Family - In A Small Valley Opposite St. Goar, Upon The Rhine
- A Morning Exercise
- A Narrow Girdle Of Rough Stones And Crags
- A Night Piece
- A Night Thought
- A Parsonage In Oxfordshire
- A Pastoral
- A Pastoral
- A Pastoral Ballad
- A Place Of Burial In The South Of Scotland
- A Plea For Authors, May 1838
- A Poet To His Grandchild - Sequel To The Foregoing
- A Poet! He Hath Put His Heart To School
- A Poet'S Epitaph
- A Prophecy - February 1807
- A Prophecy. February, 1807
- A Sequel To The Foregoing
- A Sketch
- A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal