William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

William Wordsworth Poems

161. British Freedom 4/5/2010
162. Look Now On That Adventurer Who Hath Paid 4/5/2010
163. Calais, August 15, 1802 4/5/2010
164. To The Cuckoo 5/17/2001
165. Ode 4/5/2010
166. Emperors And Kings, How Oft Have Temples Rung 4/5/2010
167. Michael Angelo In Reply To The Passage Upon His Staute Of Sleeping Night 4/5/2010
168. Book Seventh [residence In London] 4/5/2010
169. Calais, August 1802 4/5/2010
170. From The Dark Chambers Of Dejection Freed 4/5/2010
171. Composed Near Calais, On The Road Leading To Ardres, August 7, 1802 4/5/2010
172. Avaunt All Specious Pliancy Of Mind 4/5/2010
173. Composed By The Sea-Side, Near Calais, August 1802 4/5/2010
174. To A Distant Friend 4/5/2010
175. Inscriptions In The Ground Of Coleorton, The Seat Of Sir George Beaumont, Bart., Leicestershire 4/5/2010
176. Methought I Saw The Footsteps Of A Throne 4/5/2010
177. Composed On The Eve Of The Marriage Of A Friend In The Vale Of Grasmere 4/5/2010
178. Is There A Power That Can Sustain And Cheer 4/5/2010
179. Call Not The Royal Swede Unfortunate 4/5/2010
180. Maternal Grief 4/5/2010
181. Say, What Is Honour?--‘tis The Finest Sense 4/5/2010
182. Book Tenth {residence In France Continued] 4/5/2010
183. Yes! Thou Art Fair, Yet Be Not Moved 4/5/2010
184. Matthew 4/5/2010
185. Written Upon A Blank Leaf In 4/5/2010
186. The Trosachs 1/4/2003
187. Written In Very Early Youth 4/5/2010
188. September 1, 1802 4/5/2010
189. Gipsies 4/5/2010
190. Book First [introduction-Childhood And School Time] 4/5/2010
191. And Is It Among Rude Untutored Dales 4/5/2010
192. November 1813 4/5/2010
193. Inscriptions For A Seat In The Groves Of Coleorton 4/5/2010
194. Composed In The Valley Near Dover, On The Day Of Landing 4/5/2010
195. The Waterfall And The Eglantine 12/31/2002
196. The Prelude, Book 1: Childhood And School-Time 1/1/2004
197. From The Cuckoo And The Nightingale 4/5/2010
198. Extract From The Conclusion Of A Poem Composed In Anticipation Of Leaving School 4/5/2010
199. Repentance 4/5/2010
200. Book Fifth-Books 4/5/2010

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  • sophie (3/7/2019 10:18:00 AM)

    he is an alright poet i am not a big fan of poetry myself

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    William Worsworth is a great man.His quotes ,poems everything is mind blowing,

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Best Poem of William Wordsworth

A Night Thought

Lo! where the Moon along the sky
Sails with her happy destiny;
Oft is she hid from mortal eye
Or dimly seen,
But when the clouds asunder fly
How bright her mien!

Far different we--a froward race,
Thousands though rich in Fortune's grace
With cherished sullenness of pace
Their way pursue,
Ingrates who wear a smileless face
The whole year through.

If kindred humours e'er would make
My spirit droop for drooping's sake,
From Fancy following in thy wake,
Bright ship of heaven!
A counter impulse let me take
And be forgiven.

Read the full of A Night Thought

A Complaint

There is a change--and I am poor;
Your love hath been, nor long ago,
A fountain at my fond heart's door,
Whose only business was to flow;
And flow it did; not taking heed
Of its own bounty, or my need.

What happy moments did I count!
Blest was I then all bliss above!

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