William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

William Wordsworth Poems

1. To Sir George Howland Beaumont, Bart From The South-West Coast Or Cumberland 1811 4/5/2010
2. To The Supreme Being From The Italian Of Michael Angelo 4/5/2010
3. The Oak Of Guernica Supposed Address To The Same 4/5/2010
4. The Last Supper, by Leonardo da Vinci, in the Refectory of the Convent of Maria della Grazia—Milan 9/28/2015
5. The Prioress’s Tale [from Chaucer] 4/5/2010
6. To The Poet, John Dyer 4/5/2010
7. Translation Of Part Of The First Book Of The Aeneid 4/5/2010
8. To The Memory Of Raisley Calvert 4/5/2010
9. To The Same (John Dyer) 4/5/2010
10. To Thomas Clarkson 4/5/2010
11. The Redbreast Chasing the Butterfly 7/2/2015
12. Descriptive Sketches Taken During A Pedestrian Tour Among The Alps 7/27/2015
13. Tribute To The Memory Of The Same Dog 4/5/2010
14. The Martial Courage Of A Day Is Vain 4/5/2010
15. To Lady Eleanor Butler And The Honourable Miss Ponsonby, 4/5/2010
16. The Faëry Chasm 11/13/2015
17. To The Men Of Kent 4/5/2010
18. The Waggoner - Canto Fourth 4/5/2010
19. The Waggoner - Canto Second 4/5/2010
20. The Morning Of The Day Appointed For A General Thanksgiving. January 18, 1816 4/5/2010
21. The Recluse - Book First 4/5/2010
22. The Passing Of The Elder Bards 4/5/2010
23. To---- On Her First Ascent To The Summit Of Helvellyn 4/5/2010
24. To The Spade Of A Friend (An Agriculturist) 4/5/2010
25. To Mary 4/5/2010
26. The Waggoner - Canto Third 4/5/2010
27. The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Fifth 4/5/2010
28. The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto First 4/5/2010
29. The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Seventh 4/5/2010
30. The Oak And The Broom 4/5/2010
31. To The Small Celandine 4/5/2010
32. The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Sixth 4/5/2010
33. The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Third 4/5/2010
34. The Waggoner - Canto First 4/5/2010
35. The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Second 4/5/2010
36. The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Fourth 4/5/2010
37. The Pet-Lamb 4/5/2010
38. The King Of Sweden 4/5/2010
39. The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Dedication 4/5/2010
40. The Female Vagrant 11/7/2015

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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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