William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

William Wordsworth Poems

41. The Stars Are Mansions Built By Nature's Hand 4/5/2010
42. Upon Perusing The Forgoing Epistle Thirty Years After Its Composition 4/5/2010
43. Water-Fowl Observed Frequently Over The Lakes Of Rydal And Grasmere 4/5/2010
44. Argument For Suicide 1/14/2015
45. Troilus And Cresida 4/5/2010
46. View From The Top Of Black Comb 4/5/2010
47. The Highland Broach 4/5/2010
48. The French Army In Russia, 1812-13 4/5/2010
49. The Force Of Prayer, Or, The Founding Of Bolton, A Tradition 4/5/2010
50. The Horn Of Egremont Castle 4/5/2010
51. The Idle Shepherd Boys 5/17/2001
52. The Primrose Of The Rock 1/1/2004
53. Upon The Same Event 4/5/2010
54. To Sleep 4/5/2010
55. To B. R. Haydon 4/5/2010
56. When To The Attractions Of The Busy World 4/5/2010
57. Where Lies The Land To Which Yon Ship Must Go? 4/5/2010
58. The Cottager To Her Infant 4/5/2010
59. Upon The Punishment Of Death 4/5/2010
60. Siege Of Vienna Raised By John Sobieski 4/5/2010
61. Vernal Ode 4/5/2010
62. Vaudracour And Julia 4/5/2010
63. To The Daisy (2) 5/17/2001
64. The Germans On The Heighs Of Hochheim 4/5/2010
65. The French And The Spanish Guerillas 4/5/2010
66. To M.H. 12/31/2002
67. To A Young Lady Who Had Been Reproached For Taking Long Walks In The Country 4/5/2010
68. To The Daisy (Fourth Poem) 12/31/2002
69. To The Daisy (Third Poem) 12/31/2002
70. The Shepherd, Looking Eastward, Softly Said 1/3/2003
71. Sonnet: On Seeing Miss Helen Maria Williams Weep At A Tale Of Distress 4/5/2010
72. Upon The Sight Of A Beautiful Picture Painted By Sir G. H. Beaumont, Bart 4/5/2010
73. Who Fancied What A Pretty Sight 4/5/2010
74. The Power Of Armies Is A Visible Thing 1/3/2003
75. Spanish Guerillas 4/5/2010
76. The Fairest, Brightest, Hues Of Ether Fade 4/5/2010
77. To The Daisy 5/17/2001
78. To The Same Flower (Second Poem) 12/31/2002
79. When I Have Borne In Memory 4/5/2010
80. The Russian Fugitive 5/17/2001
Best Poem of William Wordsworth

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud (Daffodils)

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I ...

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The Trosachs

THERE 's not a nook within this solemn Pass,
   But were an apt confessional for one
   Taught by his summer spent, his autumn gone,
That Life is but a tale of morning grass
Wither'd at eve. From scenes of art which chase
   That thought away, turn, and with watchful eyes
   Feed it 'mid Nature's old felicities,
Rocks, rivers, and smooth lakes more clear than glass
Untouch'd, unbreathed upon. Thrice happy quest,

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