William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

William Wordsworth Poems

41. To A Young Lady Who Had Been Reproached For Taking Long Walks In The Country 4/5/2010
42. The Highland Broach 4/5/2010
43. When I Have Borne In Memory 4/5/2010
44. The French Army In Russia, 1812-13 4/5/2010
45. To M.H. 12/31/2002
46. To Lady Beaumont 4/5/2010
47. The Force Of Prayer, Or, The Founding Of Bolton, A Tradition 4/5/2010
48. The Horn Of Egremont Castle 4/5/2010
49. To Dora 4/5/2010
50. To H. C. 4/5/2010
51. When To The Attractions Of The Busy World 4/5/2010
52. Where Lies The Land To Which Yon Ship Must Go? 4/5/2010
53. Upon Perusing The Forgoing Epistle Thirty Years After Its Composition 4/5/2010
54. Siege Of Vienna Raised By John Sobieski 4/5/2010
55. Weak Is The Will Of Man, His Judgement Blind 4/5/2010
56. View From The Top Of Black Comb 4/5/2010
57. The Germans On The Heighs Of Hochheim 4/5/2010
58. The French And The Spanish Guerillas 4/5/2010
59. Thought Of A Briton On The Subjugation Of Switzerland 4/5/2010
60. To The Daisy (Fourth Poem) 12/31/2002
61. To The Daisy (Third Poem) 12/31/2002
62. The Primrose Of The Rock 1/1/2004
63. Who Fancied What A Pretty Sight 4/5/2010
64. To Sleep 4/5/2010
65. The Power Of Armies Is A Visible Thing 1/3/2003
66. Spanish Guerillas 4/5/2010
67. The Cottager To Her Infant 4/5/2010
68. The Shepherd, Looking Eastward, Softly Said 1/3/2003
69. The Fairest, Brightest, Hues Of Ether Fade 4/5/2010
70. To B. R. Haydon 4/5/2010
71. To A Distant Friend 4/5/2010
72. Though Narrow Be That Old Man’s Cares . 4/5/2010
73. Vernal Ode 4/5/2010
74. To May 5/17/2001
75. Vaudracour And Julia 4/5/2010
76. To The Daisy (2) 5/17/2001
77. The Russian Fugitive 5/17/2001
78. Those Words Were Uttered As In Pensive Mood 4/5/2010
79. The Eagle And The Dove 4/5/2010
80. O’erweening Statesmen Have Full Long Relied 4/5/2010
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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