William Wordsworth

(1770-1850)

"'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love"
'Tis said, that some have died for love:
"A Narrow Girdle of Rough Stones and Crags,"
A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags,
"A Whirl-Blast from Behind the Hill"
A Whirl-Blast from behind the hill
"Calm is all Nature as a Resting Wheel."
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.
"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"
I wandered lonely as a cloud
"It was an April morning: fresh and clear"
It was an April morning: fresh and clear
"She Dwelt Among Untrodden Ways"
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
"She Was a Phantom of Delight"
She Was a phantom of delight
"Strange Fits of Passion Have I Known"
Strange fits of passion have I known:
"Surprised by Joy--Impatient as the Wind"
Surprised by joy — impatient as the Wind
"The World Is To Much With Us; Late and Soon"
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
"There is an Eminence,--of these our hills"
There is an Eminence,--of these our hills
"Three Years She Grew in Sun and Shower,"
Three years she grew in sun and shower,
"With Ships the Sea was Sprinkled Far and Nigh,"
With ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh,
A Character
I marvel how Nature could ever find space
A Night-Piece
------The sky is overcast
A Poet's Epitaph
Art thou a Statist in the van
A Wren's Nest
Among the dwellings framed by birds
Address To The Scholars Of The Village School Of ----
I come, ye little noisy Crew,
An Evening Walk, Addressed to a Young Lady
"Waving his hat, the shepherd, from the vale,
Andrew Jones
I hate that Andrew Jones; he'll breed
Anecdote For Fathers
I have a boy of five years old;
Animal Tranquillity and Decay
The little hedgerow birds,
Birth of Love, The
When Love was born of heavenly line,
Brothers, The
"These Tourists, heaven preserve us! needs must live
Childless Father, The
"Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away!
Complaint Of a Forsaken Indian Woman, The
Before I see another day,
Danish Boy, The: A Fragment
Between two sister moorland rills
Elegiac Stanzas
Lulled by the sound of pastoral bells,
Ellen Irwin
Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sate
Expostulation and Reply
"Why, William, on that old grey stone,
For The Spot Where The Hermitage Stood on St. Herbert's Island, Derwentwater.
If thou in the dear love of some one Friend
Forsaken, The
The peace which other seek they find;
Fountain, The: A Conversation
We talked with open heart, and tongue
Goody Blake and Harry Gill
Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter?
Green Linnet, The
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
Guilt and Sorrow
A traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
Hart-Leap Well
The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor
Her Eyes are Wild
Her eyes are wild, her head is bare,
Idiot Boy, The
'Tis eight o'clock,--a clear March night,
Idle Shepherd Boys, The
The valley rings with mirth and joy;
Influence of Natural Objects
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe!
Kitten And Falling Leaves, The
That way look, my Infant, lo!
Lament of Mary Queen of Scots, on The Eve of a New Year
Smile of the Moon!---for I so name
Last of The Flock, The
In distant countries have I been,
Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey
Five years have past; five summers, with the length
Lines Left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree
Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands
Lines written as a School Exercise at Hawkshead, Anno Aetatis
"And has the Sun his flaming chariot driven
Lines Written In Early Spring
I heard a thousand blended notes,
Lucy Gray
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray:
Michael: A Pastoral Poem
If from the public way you turn your steps
Mother's Return, The
A month, sweet Little-ones, is past
Nutting
---------------------It seems a day
Oak and The Broom, The: A Pastoral Poem
His simple truths did Andrew glean
Ode, Composed On A May Morning
While from the purpling east departs
Ode, On Intimations Of Immortality
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
Old Cumberland Beggar, The
I saw an aged Beggar in my walk;
Pet-Lamb, The: A Pastoral Poem
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink;
Peter Bell, A Tale
There's something in a flying horse,
Rainbow, The
My heart leaps up when I behold
Remembrance of Collins
Glide gently, thus for ever glide,
Reverie of Poor Susan, The
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Rural Architecture
There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald Shore,
Russian Fugitive, The
Enough of rose-bud lips, and eyes
Ruth
When Ruth was left half desolate,
Sailor's Mother, The
One morning (raw it was and wet---
Seven Sisters, The
Seven Daughter had Lord Archibald,
Simon Lee, The Old Huntsman
In the sweet shire of Cardigan,
Simplon Pass, The
------Brook and road
Solitary Reaper, The
Behold her, single in the field,
Song For The Wandering Jew
Though the torrents from their fountains
Sparrow's Nest, The
Behold, within the leafy shade,
Stanzas
ONCE I could hail (howe'er serene the sky)
Stanzas
WITHIN our happy castle there dwelt One
Table Turned, The
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
There was a Boy
There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs
Thorn, The
"There is a Thorn--it looks so old,
To A Butterfly (first poem)
Stay near me---do not take thy flight!
To A Butterfly (second poem)
I've watched you now a full half-hour,
To A Sexton
Let thy wheel-barrow alone--
To Joanna
Amid the smoke of cities did you pass
To M.H.
Our walk was far among the ancient trees:
To May
Though many suns have risen and set
To My Sister
It is the first mild day of March:
To The Cuckoo
O Blithe New-comer! I have heard,
To The Daisy (first poem)
"Her divine skill taught me this,
To The Daisy (fourth poem)
Sweet Flower! belike one day to have
To The Daisy (third poem)
Bright Flower! whose home is everywhere,
To The Same Flower (second poem)
With little here to do or see
Two April Mornings, The
We walked along, while bright and red
Two Thieves, The
O now that the genius of Bewick were mine,
Waterfall and The Eglantine, The
"Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf,"
We are Seven
--------A Simple Child,
Wishing-gate, The
Hope rules a land forever green:
Written in Germany, On One of The Coldest Days Of The Century
A plague on your languages, German and Norse!
Written With a Pencil Upon a Stone In The Wall of The House, On The Island at Grasmere
Rude is this Edifice, and Thou hast seen