William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

William Wordsworth Poems

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

Comments about William Wordsworth

  • kenny (12/17/2018 9:26:00 AM)

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  • kenny (12/17/2018 9:26:00 AM)

    ITs the best poem i have ever read

  • Prabir Gayen Prabir Gayen (12/14/2018 1:00:00 AM)

    Poet of nature and man...poet by birth..

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  • heida (11/27/2018 8:13:00 AM)

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  • heida (11/27/2018 8:11:00 AM)

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  • Shreyas (11/21/2018 3:28:00 AM)

    The Solitary Reaper

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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 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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