William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

William Wordsworth Poems

81. Vernal Ode 4/5/2010
82. To The Daisy 5/17/2001
83. The Emigrant Mother 4/5/2010
84. The Fairest, Brightest, Hues Of Ether Fade 4/5/2010
85. To The Daisy (Fourth Poem) 12/31/2002
86. Stray Pleasures 4/5/2010
87. To The Same Flower (Second Poem) 12/31/2002
88. Sonnet: On Seeing Miss Helen Maria Williams Weep At A Tale Of Distress 4/5/2010
89. The Eagle And The Dove 4/5/2010
90. O’erweening Statesmen Have Full Long Relied 4/5/2010
91. Book Twelfth [imagination And Taste, How Impaired And Restored ] 4/5/2010
92. The Sailor's Mother 5/17/2001
93. Who Fancied What A Pretty Sight 4/5/2010
94. The Farmer Of Tilsbury Vale 4/5/2010
95. Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 I. Departure From The Vale Of Grasmere, August 1803 4/5/2010
96. Book Thirteenth [imagination And Taste, How Impaired And Restored Concluded] 4/5/2010
97. Lines On The Expected Invasion, 1803 4/5/2010
98. The Table Turned 12/31/2002
99. Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 Xiv. Fly, Some Kind Haringer, To Grasmere-Dale 4/5/2010
100. Written In A Blank Leaf Of Macpherson's Ossian 4/5/2010
101. Book Second [school-Time Continued] 4/5/2010
102. Mark The Concentrated Hazels That Enclose 4/5/2010
103. The Simplon Pass 12/31/2002
104. Star-Gazers 4/5/2010
105. Memorials Of A Tour Of Scotland, 1803 Vi. Glen-Almain, Or, The Narrow Glen 4/5/2010
106. Book Eleventh: France [concluded] 4/5/2010
107. Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 Xii. Sonnet Composed At ---- Castle 4/5/2010
108. Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 X. Rob Roy’s Grave . 4/5/2010
109. O’er The Wide Earth, On Mountain And On Plain 4/5/2010
110. On The Final Submission Of The Tyrolese 4/5/2010
111. Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 Xii. Yarrow Unvisited 4/5/2010
112. The Russian Fugitive 5/17/2001
113. The Seven Sisters 5/17/2001
114. There Is A Bondage Worse, Far Worse, To Bear 4/5/2010
115. Feelings Of A Noble Biscayan At One Of Those Funerals 4/5/2010
116. Invocation To The Earth, February 1816 4/5/2010
117. Sonnet: 4/5/2010
118. The Kitten And Falling Leaves 5/17/2001
119. Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland 1814 I. Suggested By A Beautiful Ruin Upon One Of The Islands Of Loch Lomond, 4/5/2010
120. Book Ninth [residence In France] 4/5/2010

Comments about William Wordsworth

  • Anik monadal (4/26/2018 5:14:00 AM)

    A brilliant poet and wrote so many poems

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  • ARPITA TIWARI (3/13/2018 3:52:00 AM)

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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 Sparrow's Nest

BEHOLD, within the leafy shade,
Those bright blue eggs together laid!
On me the chance-discovered sight
Gleamed like a vision of delight.
I started---seeming to espy
The home and sheltered bed,
The Sparrow's dwelling, which, hard by
My Father' house, in wet or dry
My sister Emmeline and I

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