William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

William Wordsworth Poems

161. I Grieved For Buonaparte 4/5/2010
162. Book Fourth [summer Vacation] 4/5/2010
163. The Mother's Return 5/17/2001
164. England! The Time Is Come When Thou Should’st Wean 4/5/2010
165. It Is No Spirit Who From Heaven Hath Flown 4/5/2010
166. British Freedom 4/5/2010
167. Look Now On That Adventurer Who Hath Paid 4/5/2010
168. Calais, August 15, 1802 4/5/2010
169. Ode 4/5/2010
170. Emperors And Kings, How Oft Have Temples Rung 4/5/2010
171. Michael Angelo In Reply To The Passage Upon His Staute Of Sleeping Night 4/5/2010
172. Louisa: After Accompanying Her On A Mountain Excursion 4/5/2010
173. Book Seventh [residence In London] 4/5/2010
174. Calais, August 1802 4/5/2010
175. And Is It Among Rude Untutored Dales 4/5/2010
176. From The Dark Chambers Of Dejection Freed 4/5/2010
177. The Seven Sisters 5/17/2001
178. Composed Near Calais, On The Road Leading To Ardres, August 7, 1802 4/5/2010
179. Young England--What Is Then Become Of Old 4/5/2010
180. Composed By The Sea-Side, Near Calais, August 1802 4/5/2010
181. Methought I Saw The Footsteps Of A Throne 4/5/2010
182. Composed On The Eve Of The Marriage Of A Friend In The Vale Of Grasmere 4/5/2010
183. Is There A Power That Can Sustain And Cheer 4/5/2010
184. Call Not The Royal Swede Unfortunate 4/5/2010
185. Inscriptions For A Seat In The Groves Of Coleorton 4/5/2010
186. Maternal Grief 4/5/2010
187. Say, What Is Honour?--‘tis The Finest Sense 4/5/2010
188. Book Tenth {residence In France Continued] 4/5/2010
189. Yes! Thou Art Fair, Yet Be Not Moved 4/5/2010
190. Even As A Dragon’s Eye That Feels The Stress 4/5/2010
191. Matthew 4/5/2010
192. Written Upon A Blank Leaf In 4/5/2010
193. Written In Very Early Youth 4/5/2010
194. September 1, 1802 4/5/2010
195. Gipsies 4/5/2010
196. Book First [introduction-Childhood And School Time] 4/5/2010
197. At Applewaite, Near Keswick 1804 4/5/2010
198. The Trosachs 1/4/2003
199. Composed In The Valley Near Dover, On The Day Of Landing 4/5/2010
200. How Sweet It Is, When Mother Fancy Rocks 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 Mother's Return

A MONTH, sweet Little-ones, is past
Since your dear Mother went away,---
And she tomorrow will return;
Tomorrow is the happy day.

O blessed tidings! thought of joy!
The eldest heard with steady glee;
Silent he stood; then laughed amain,---
And shouted, ' Mother, come to me!'

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