William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

William Wordsworth Poems

81. To A Young Lady Who Had Been Reproached For Taking Long Walks In The Country 4/5/2010
82. Stray Pleasures 4/5/2010
83. To The Same Flower (Second Poem) 12/31/2002
84. O’erweening Statesmen Have Full Long Relied 4/5/2010
85. The Sailor's Mother 5/17/2001
86. Those Words Were Uttered As In Pensive Mood 4/5/2010
87. The Sonnet Ii 1/4/2003
88. The Power Of Armies Is A Visible Thing 1/3/2003
89. Sonnet: 4/5/2010
90. Spanish Guerillas 4/5/2010
91. Who Fancied What A Pretty Sight 4/5/2010
92. To The Daisy (First Poem) 12/31/2002
93. The Emigrant Mother 4/5/2010
94. Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 I. Departure From The Vale Of Grasmere, August 1803 4/5/2010
95. To A Distant Friend 4/5/2010
96. The Table Turned 12/31/2002
97. Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 Xiv. Fly, Some Kind Haringer, To Grasmere-Dale 4/5/2010
98. Sweet Was The Walk 5/9/2011
99. The Eagle And The Dove 4/5/2010
100. Book Twelfth [imagination And Taste, How Impaired And Restored ] 4/5/2010
101. Written In A Blank Leaf Of Macpherson's Ossian 4/5/2010
102. Mark The Concentrated Hazels That Enclose 4/5/2010
103. The Simplon Pass 12/31/2002
104. To The Cuckoo 5/17/2001
105. Memorials Of A Tour Of Scotland, 1803 Vi. Glen-Almain, Or, The Narrow Glen 4/5/2010
106. The Farmer Of Tilsbury Vale 4/5/2010
107. Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 Xii. Sonnet Composed At ---- Castle 4/5/2010
108. Book Thirteenth [imagination And Taste, How Impaired And Restored Concluded] 4/5/2010
109. Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 X. Rob Roy’s Grave . 4/5/2010
110. O’er The Wide Earth, On Mountain And On Plain 4/5/2010
111. On The Final Submission Of The Tyrolese 4/5/2010
112. Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 Xii. Yarrow Unvisited 4/5/2010
113. The Russian Fugitive 5/17/2001
114. Feelings Of A Noble Biscayan At One Of Those Funerals 4/5/2010
115. The Mother's Return 5/17/2001
116. The Kitten And Falling Leaves 5/17/2001
117. Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland 1814 I. Suggested By A Beautiful Ruin Upon One Of The Islands Of Loch Lomond, 4/5/2010
118. On The Same Occasion 4/5/2010
119. Hoffer 4/5/2010
120. Feelings Of The Tyrolese 4/5/2010

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  • Salini (12/21/2018 7:18:00 AM)

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    I love your work William Wordsworth

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  • kenny (12/17/2018 9:26:00 AM)

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

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

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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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