Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
The Redbreast Chasing the Butterfly
Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,The pious bird with the scarlet breast,Our little English Robin;The bird that comes about our doorsWhen..
© William Wordsworth
Tribute To The Memory Of The Same Dog
LIE here, without a record of thy worth,Beneath a covering of the common earth!It is not from unwillingness to praise,Or want of love, that here no..
© William Wordsworth
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Dedication
IN trellised shed with clustering roses gay,And, MARY! oft beside our blazing fire,When yeas of wedded life were as a dayWhose current answers to the..
© William Wordsworth
The Female Vagrant
By Derwent's side my Father's cottage stood,(The Woman thus her artless story told)One field, a flock, and what the neighboring floodSupplied, to him..
© William Wordsworth
The King Of Sweden
THE Voice of song from distant lands shall callTo that great King; shall hail the crowned YouthWho, taking counsel of unbending Truth,By one example..
© William Wordsworth
The Highland Broach
If to Tradition faith be due,And echoes from old verse speak true,Ere the meek Saint, Columba, boreGlad tidings to Iona's shore,No common light of..
© William Wordsworth
Upon Perusing The Forgoing Epistle Thirty Years After Its Composition
SOON did he Almighty Giver of all restTake those dear young Ones to a fearless nest;And in Death's arms has long reposed the FriendFor whom this..
© William Wordsworth
To B. R. Haydon
HIGH is our calling, Friend!--Creative Art(Whether the instrument of words she use,Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues,)Demands the service of a..
© William Wordsworth
The Cottager To Her Infant
THE days are cold, the nights are long,The north-wind sings a doleful song;Then hush again upon my breast;All merry things are now at rest,Save thee..
© William Wordsworth
The Shepherd, Looking Eastward, Softly Said
The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said,"Bright is thy veil, O Moon, as thou art bright!"Forthwith, that little cloud, in ether spreadAnd..
© William Wordsworth
Water-Fowl Observed Frequently Over The Lakes Of Rydal And Grasmere
MARK how the feathered tenants of the flood,With grace of motion that might scarcely seemInferior to angelical, prolongTheir curious pastime! shaping..
© William Wordsworth
Though Narrow Be That Old Man’s Cares .
THOUGH narrow be that old Man's cares, and near,The poor old Man is greater than he seems:For he hath waking empire, wide as dreams;An ample..
© William Wordsworth
Siege Of Vienna Raised By John Sobieski
FEBRUARY 1816Oh, for a kindling touch from that pure flameWhich ministered, erewhile, to a sacrificeOf gratitude, beneath Italian skies,In words like..
© William Wordsworth
View From The Top Of Black Comb
THIS Height a ministering Angel might select:For from the summit of BLACK COMB (dread nameDerived from clouds and storms!) the amplest rangeOf..
© William Wordsworth
Troilus And Cresida
FROM CUAUCERNEXT morning Troilus began to clearHis eyes from sleep, at the first break of day,And unto Pandarus, his own Brother dear,For love of..
© William Wordsworth
The French Army In Russia, 1812-13
HUMANITY, delighting to beholdA fond reflection of her own decay,Hath painted Winter like a traveller old,Propped on a staff, and, through the sullen..
© William Wordsworth
Thought Of A Briton On The Subjugation Of Switzerland
TWO Voices are there; one is of the sea,One of the mountains; each a mighty Voice:In both from age to age thou didst rejoice,They were thy chosen..
© William Wordsworth
To Lady Beaumont
LADY! the songs of Spring were in the groveWhile I was shaping beds for winter flowers;While I was planting green unfading bowers,And shrubs--to hang..
© William Wordsworth
Those Words Were Uttered As In Pensive Mood
THOSE words were uttered as in pensive moodWe turned, departing from that solemn sight:A contrast and reproach to gross delight,And life's..
© William Wordsworth
The Force Of Prayer, Or, The Founding Of Bolton, A Tradition
'What is good for a bootless bene?'With these dark words begins my Tale;And their meaning is, whence can comfort springWhen Prayer is of no..
© William Wordsworth
The Horn Of Egremont Castle
ERE the Brothers through the gatewayIssued forth with old and young,To the Horn Sir Eustace pointedWhich for ages there had hung.Horn it was which..
© William Wordsworth
The Idle Shepherd Boys
The valley rings with mirth and joy;Among the hills the echoes playA never never ending song,To welcome in the May.The magpie chatters with..
© William Wordsworth
To M.H.
Our walk was far among the ancient trees:There was no road, nor any woodman's path;But a thick umbrage--checking the wild growthOf weed and sapling..
© William Wordsworth
Upon The Sight Of A Beautiful Picture Painted By Sir G. H. Beaumont, Bart
PRAISED be the Art whose subtle power could stayYon cloud, and fix it in that glorious shape;Nor would permit the thin smoke to escape,Nor those..
© William Wordsworth
Upon The Same Event
WHEN, far and wide, swift as the beams of mornThe tidings past of servitude repealed,And of that joy which shook the Isthmian Field,The rough..
© William Wordsworth