William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

William Wordsworth Poems

321. Lucy I 1/4/2003
322. Elegiac Stanzas 12/31/2002
323. A Sketch 4/5/2010
324. Most Sweet It Is 1/1/2004
325. Lucy 4/5/2010
326. Animal Tranquillity And Decay 12/31/2002
327. A Parsonage In Oxfordshire 4/5/2010
328. Evening On Calais Beach 1/4/2003
329. It Is A Beauteous Evening 1/3/2003
330. Lucy Iii 1/4/2003
331. The Birth Of Love 12/31/2002
332. Address To The Scholars Of The Village School Of ---- 12/31/2002
333. The Idiot Boy 12/31/2002
334. Written In Early Spring 1/3/2003
335. Influence Of Natural Objects 12/31/2002
336. A Fact, And An Imagination, Or, Canute And Alfred, On The Seashore 4/5/2010
337. Composed During A Storm 1/3/2003
338. Nutting 12/31/2002
339. Desideria 1/4/2003
340. An Evening Walk, Addressed To A Young Lady 12/31/2002
341. A Gravestone Upon The Floor In The Cloisters Of Worcester Cathedral 4/5/2010
342. Lines Written In Early Spring 5/17/2001
343. Michael: A Pastoral Poem 12/31/2002
344. A Jewish Family In A Small Valley Opposite St. Goar, Upon The Rhine 4/5/2010
345. She Was A Phantom Of Delight 5/17/2001
346. Lucy V 1/4/2003
347. The Childless Father 12/31/2002
348. Nuns Fret Not At Their Convent's Narrow Room 1/3/2003
349. Upon Westminster Bridge 1/4/2003
350. A Flower Garden At Coleorton Hall, Leicestershire. 4/5/2010
351. Perfect Woman 1/4/2003
352. Memory 1/3/2003
353. With Ships The Sea Was Sprinkled Far And Nigh 12/31/2002
354. London, 1802 1/3/2003
355. Character Of The Happy Warrior 1/1/2004
356. After-Thought 1/1/2004
357. A Morning Exercise 4/5/2010
358. A Poet's Epitaph 12/31/2002
359. 'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love 12/31/2002
360. Written In March 1/3/2003

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  • Reema Kumar (2/25/2012 2:22:00 AM)

    wordsworth is a great poet and i m a great fan of his poems......his every poem has a different feeling..

  • Anup Kumar Gupta (1/29/2012 11:23:00 AM)

    Wordsworth was a great nature poet as well as high priset of nature.

  • Arthur Tugman (11/5/2011 4:34:00 PM)

    The child is farthest from the truth
    that yens to outgrow its youth.
    - Arthur Tugman

  • Subrata Ray (2/18/2010 8:06:00 AM)

    Wordsworth is not a visionary poet.He lacks the overseeing power of Blake, and exuberance of Shelley's imagination.He is a poet without tradition and self-devoted-labor.
    His hubris is his mind-born theory of poetic creativity as expounded in The Lyrical Ballads.What his spirit-brother Col ridges criticizes comes every -inch true .
    To the average readers he excels, and even the trained and thoughtful minds of literature at their first reading get enamored.This is because of his power of installing justified words and phrases.Moreover, both in riming verse and blank-verse, his art is next to perfection.
    But a true poet is a seer.Here Wordsworth leaves a self-betrayal. His Tin tern Abbey and Intimation Ode, are nothing but fermentation of morbid -emotion.For the poet in reality neither experienced 'Samadhi' or th estate of oneness with the Ultimate -reality or Divinity, and nor could feel the truth that in childhood the instincts remain hidden in the cells.
    His shorter poems like The Daffodils, and The Solitary Reaper, appear packed with relieving ideas.But how can we memorizes the contact of a good-man or a sight of a beauty, when we are only the profit -hunter of our emotional relief? .
    In my childhood innocence I was a fan to Blake and Wordsworth.But now in growing adulthood I earnestly desire to be a child to the station of Blake's The Lamb.In the truest reality, now Wordsworth seems not readable.He is full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
    Subrata Ray.Mousumipara.Uluberia.West Bengal.India.

  • Tanushree Sarkar (2/3/2010 12:44:00 AM)

    This poem speaks about my life..........

  • Maravan Shelley (1/26/2010 2:22:00 AM)

    Wordsworth - a man who absolutely picturised mother nature through his fine words and adored the nature unto the lease. Made the mortals to adore. Poet is still living in every lines of his poetry.
    Community called Pagans, Nature Lovers, are becoming no more nowadays.but this should change
    Everyone should treat nature as equal to mankind and to grow with it.

  • Vandavasu Vittal (8/14/2009 1:06:00 AM)

    You enchant nature with life and woe with bliss. Thine strife is never undo till dear Coleridge died your source of inspiration. your poetry is charming like the flying doves. You are the poetical genius with incessant clout of emotions on paper.

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (5/23/2009 6:34:00 AM)

    i feel deep within a bliss of imagination which flies high with your verses.

  • Aiswarya. T.anish Aiswarya. T.anish (4/18/2009 10:42:00 AM)

    I worship you. Your poems are sooooo beautiful. I love Daffodils. I got first prize in the Recitation competition in school after I recited this poem. You are a master of poetry.

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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