William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

William Wordsworth Poems

81. Elegiac Stanzas Suggested By A Picture Of Peele Castle 1/1/2004
82. Ellen Irwin 12/31/2002
83. Emperors And Kings, How Oft Have Temples Rung 4/5/2010
84. England I 1/4/2003
85. England Ii 1/4/2003
86. England Iii 1/4/2003
87. England Iv 1/4/2003
88. England V 1/4/2003
89. England! The Time Is Come When Thou Should’st Wean 4/5/2010
90. Epitaphs Translated From Chiabrera 4/5/2010
91. Even As A Dragon’s Eye That Feels The Stress 4/5/2010
92. Evening On Calais Beach 1/4/2003
93. Expostulation And Reply 12/31/2002
94. Extempore Effusion Upon The Death Of James Hogg 1/1/2004
95. Extract From The Conclusion Of A Poem Composed In Anticipation Of Leaving School 4/5/2010
96. Feelings Of A French Royalist, On The Disinterment Of The Remains Of The Duke D’enghien 4/5/2010
97. Feelings Of A Noble Biscayan At One Of Those Funerals 4/5/2010
98. Feelings Of The Tyrolese 4/5/2010
99. Fidelity 4/5/2010
100. For The Spot Where The Hermitage Stood On St. Herbert's Island, Derwentwater. 12/31/2002
101. Foresight 1/3/2003
102. Fountain, The: A Conversation 12/31/2002
103. From The Cuckoo And The Nightingale 4/5/2010
104. From The Dark Chambers Of Dejection Freed 4/5/2010
105. From The Italian Of Michael Angelo 4/5/2010
106. George And Sarah Green 4/5/2010
107. Gipsies 4/5/2010
108. Goody Blake And Harry Gill 12/31/2002
109. Guilt And Sorrow 12/31/2002
110. Hail, Twilight, Sovereign Of One Peaceful Hour 4/5/2010
111. Hail, Zaragoza! If With Unwet Eye 4/5/2010
112. Hart-Leap Well 12/31/2002
113. Here Pause: The Poet Claims At Least This Praise 4/5/2010
114. Hint From The Mountains For Certain Political Pretenders 4/5/2010
115. Hoffer 4/5/2010
116. How Sweet It Is, When Mother Fancy Rocks 4/5/2010
117. I Grieved For Buonaparte 4/5/2010
118. I Know An Old Man Constrained To Dwell 1/3/2003
119. I Travelled Among Unknown Men 1/3/2003
120. I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud (Daffodils) 1/3/2003
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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