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 Primrose Of The Rock
A Rock there is whose homely frontThe passing traveller slights;Yet there the glow-worms hang their lamps,Like stars, at various heights;And one coy..
©  William Wordsworth
The Power Of Armies Is A Visible Thing
The power of Armies is a visible thing,Formal, and circumscribed in time and space;But who the limits of that power shall traceWhich a brave People..
©  William Wordsworth
When I Have Borne In Memory
WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamedGreat Nations, how ennobling thoughts departWhen men change swords for ledgers, and desertThe student's..
©  William Wordsworth
Where Lies The Land To Which Yon Ship Must Go?
WHERE lies the Land to which yon Ship must go?Fresh as a lark mounting at break of day,Festively she puts forth in trim array;Is she for tropic suns..
©  William Wordsworth
Upon The Punishment Of Death
YE brood of conscience--Spectres! that frequentThe bad Man's restless walk, and haunt his bed--Fiends in your aspect, yet beneficentIn act, as..
©  William Wordsworth
When To The Attractions Of The Busy World
WHEN, to the attractions of the busy world,Preferring studious leisure, I had chosenA habitation in this peaceful Vale,Sharp season followed of..
©  William Wordsworth
The Stars Are Mansions Built By Nature's Hand
The stars are mansions built by Nature's hand,And, haply, there the spirits of the blestDwell, clothed in radiance, their immortal vest;Huge Ocean..
©  William Wordsworth
Vernal Ode
IBENEATH the concave of an April sky,When all the fields with freshest green were dight,Appeared, in presence of the spiritual eyeThat aids or..
©  William Wordsworth
To Dora
''A little onward lend thy guiding handTo these dark steps, a little further on!''--What trick of memory to 'my' voice hath broughtThis mournful..
©  William Wordsworth
To Sleep
FOND words have oft been spoken to thee, Sleep!And thou hast had thy store of tenderest names;The very sweetest, Fancy culls or frames,When..
©  William Wordsworth
To H. C.
SIX YEARS OLDO THOU! whose fancies from afar are brought;Who of thy words dost make a mock apparel,And fittest to unutterable thoughtThe breeze-like..
©  William Wordsworth
Vaudracour And Julia
O HAPPY time of youthful lovers (thusMy story may begin) O balmy time,In which a love-knot on a lady's browIs fairer than the fairest star in..
©  William Wordsworth
To The Daisy (2)
BRIGHT Flower! whose home is everywhere,Bold in maternal Nature's care,And all the long year through the heirOf joy or sorrow;Methinks that there..
©  William Wordsworth
The Germans On The Heighs Of Hochheim
ABRUPTLY paused the strife;--the field throughoutResting upon his arms each warrior stood,Checked in the very act and deed of blood,With breath..
©  William Wordsworth
Weak Is The Will Of Man, His Judgement Blind
'WEAK is the will of Man, his judgment blind;'Remembrance persecutes, and Hope betrays;'Heavy is woe;--and joy, for human-kind,'A mournful thing, so..
©  William Wordsworth
The French And The Spanish Guerillas
HUNGER, and sultry heat, and nipping blastFrom bleak hill-top, and length of march by nightThrough heavy swamp, or over snow-clad height--These..
©  William Wordsworth
To The Daisy (Fourth Poem)
Sweet Flower! belike one day to haveA place upon thy Poet's grave,I welcome thee once more:But He, who was on land, at sea,My Brother, too, in loving..
©  William Wordsworth
To The Daisy (Third Poem)
Bright Flower! whose home is everywhere,Bold in maternal Nature's care,And all the long year through the heirOf joy or sorrow;Methinks that there..
©  William Wordsworth
To May
THOUGH many suns have risen and setSince thou, blithe May, wert born,And Bards, who hailed thee, may forgetThy gift, thy beauty scorn;There are who..
©  William Wordsworth
Sonnet: On Seeing Miss Helen Maria Williams Weep At A Tale Of Distress
She wept.--Life's purple tide began to flowIn languid streams through every thrilling vein;Dim were my swimming eyes--my pulse beat slow,And my full..
©  William Wordsworth
The Sonnet Ii
SCORN not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frown'd,   Mindless of its just honours; with this key   Shakespeare unlock'd his heart; the melodyOf this..
©  William Wordsworth
Spanish Guerillas
THEY seek, are sought; to daily battle led,Shrink not, though far outnumbered by their Foes,For they have learnt to open and to closeThe ridges of..
©  William Wordsworth
The Fairest, Brightest, Hues Of Ether Fade
The fairest, brightest, hues of ether fade;The sweetest notes must terminate and die;O Friend! thy flute has breathed a harmonySoftly resounded..
©  William Wordsworth
The Emigrant Mother
ONCE in a lonely hamlet I sojournedIn which a Lady driven from France did dwell;The big and lesser griefs with which she mourned,In friendship she to..
©  William Wordsworth
There Is A Bondage Worse, Far Worse, To Bear
THERE is a bondage worse, far worse, to bearThan his who breathes, by roof, and floor, and wall,Pent in, a Tyrant's solitary Thrall:'Tis his who..
©  William Wordsworth