William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

William Wordsworth Poems

41. View From The Top Of Black Comb 4/5/2010
42. The French Army In Russia, 1812-13 4/5/2010
43. Argument For Suicide 1/14/2015
44. To B. R. Haydon 4/5/2010
45. To Lady Beaumont 4/5/2010
46. The Force Of Prayer, Or, The Founding Of Bolton, A Tradition 4/5/2010
47. The Horn Of Egremont Castle 4/5/2010
48. Though Narrow Be That Old Man’s Cares . 4/5/2010
49. To H. C. 4/5/2010
50. When To The Attractions Of The Busy World 4/5/2010
51. Where Lies The Land To Which Yon Ship Must Go? 4/5/2010
52. The Cottager To Her Infant 4/5/2010
53. The Stars Are Mansions Built By Nature's Hand 4/5/2010
54. Weak Is The Will Of Man, His Judgement Blind 4/5/2010
55. Vernal Ode 4/5/2010
56. When I Have Borne In Memory 4/5/2010
57. Vaudracour And Julia 4/5/2010
58. The Germans On The Heighs Of Hochheim 4/5/2010
59. The French And The Spanish Guerillas 4/5/2010
60. Thought Of A Briton On The Subjugation Of Switzerland 4/5/2010
61. To The Daisy (Fourth Poem) 12/31/2002
62. To The Daisy (Third Poem) 12/31/2002
63. Upon Perusing The Forgoing Epistle Thirty Years After Its Composition 4/5/2010
64. Sonnet: On Seeing Miss Helen Maria Williams Weep At A Tale Of Distress 4/5/2010
65. The Idle Shepherd Boys 5/17/2001
66. Siege Of Vienna Raised By John Sobieski 4/5/2010
67. Upon The Sight Of A Beautiful Picture Painted By Sir G. H. Beaumont, Bart 4/5/2010
68. Troilus And Cresida 4/5/2010
69. Who Fancied What A Pretty Sight 4/5/2010
70. To Sleep 4/5/2010
71. To A Distant Friend 4/5/2010
72. The Highland Broach 4/5/2010
73. Upon The Same Event 4/5/2010
74. To Dora 4/5/2010
75. To M.H. 12/31/2002
76. The Power Of Armies Is A Visible Thing 1/3/2003
77. O’erweening Statesmen Have Full Long Relied 4/5/2010
78. Book Twelfth [imagination And Taste, How Impaired And Restored ] 4/5/2010
79. Sonnet: 4/5/2010
80. The Primrose Of The Rock 1/1/2004
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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A Complaint

There is a change--and I am poor;
Your love hath been, nor long ago,
A fountain at my fond heart's door,
Whose only business was to flow;
And flow it did; not taking heed
Of its own bounty, or my need.

What happy moments did I count!
Blest was I then all bliss above!

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