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").
To The Daisy
IN youth from rock to rock I wentFrom hill to hill in discontentOf pleasure high and turbulent,Most pleased when most uneasy;But now my own delights..
© William Wordsworth
To A Young Lady Who Had Been Reproached For Taking Long Walks In The Country
DEAR Child of Nature, let them rail!--There is a nest in a green dale,A harbour and a hold;Where thou, a Wife and Friend, shalt seeThy own..
© William Wordsworth
Stray Pleasures
BY their floating mill,That lies dead and still,Behold yon Prisoners three,The Miller with two Dames, on the breast of the Thames!The platform is..
© William Wordsworth
To The Same Flower (Second Poem)
With little here to do or seeOf things that in the great world be,Daisy! again I talk to thee,For thou art worthy,Thou unassuming Common-placeOf..
© William Wordsworth
The Eagle And The Dove
SHADE of Caractacus, if spirits loveThe cause they fought for in their earthly homeTo see the Eagle ruffled by the DoveMay soothe thy memory of the..
© William Wordsworth
O’erweening Statesmen Have Full Long Relied
O'ERWEENING Statesmen have full long reliedOn fleets and armies, and external wealth:But from 'within' proceeds a Nation's health;Which shall not..
© William Wordsworth
Book Twelfth [imagination And Taste, How Impaired And Restored ]
LONG time have human ignorance and guiltDetained us, on what spectacles of woeCompelled to look, and inwardly oppressedWith sorrow, disappointment..
© William Wordsworth
The Sailor's Mother
ONE morning (raw it was and wet---A foggy day in winter time)A Woman on the road I met,Not old, though something past her prime:Majestic in her..
© William Wordsworth
Sonnet:
IT is not to be thought of that the FloodOf British freedom, which, to the open seaOf the world's praise, from dark antiquityHath flowed, 'with pomp..
© William Wordsworth
Who Fancied What A Pretty Sight
WHO fancied what a pretty sightThis Rock would be if edged aroundWith living snow-drops? circlet bright!How glorious to this orchard-ground!Who loved..
© William Wordsworth
The Farmer Of Tilsbury Vale
'TIS not for the unfeeling, the falsely refined,The squeamish in taste, and the narrow of mind,And the small critic wielding his delicate pen,That I..
© William Wordsworth
The Longest Day
Let us quit the leafy arbor,And the torrent murmuring by;For the sun is in his harbor,Weary of the open sky.Evening now unbinds the fettersFashioned..
© William Wordsworth
The Seven Sisters
Or, The Solitude Of BinnorieSEVEN Daughter had Lord Archibald,All children of one mother:You could not say in one short dayWhat love they bore each..
© William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 I. Departure From The Vale Of Grasmere, August 1803
THE gentlest Shade that walked Elysian plainsMight sometimes covet dissoluble chains;Even for the tenants of the zone that liesBeyond the stars..
© William Wordsworth
Book Thirteenth [imagination And Taste, How Impaired And Restored Concluded]
FROM Nature doth emotion come, and moodsOf calmness equally are Nature's gift:This is her glory; these two attributesAre sister horns that constitute..
© William Wordsworth
Song Of The Spinning Wheel
FOUNDED UPON A BELIEF PREVALENT AMONG THE PASTORAL VALES OF WESTMORELANDSWIFTLY turn the murmuring wheel!Night has brought the welcome hour,When the..
© William Wordsworth
Lines On The Expected Invasion, 1803
COME ye--who, if (which Heaven avert!) the LandWere with herself at strife, would take your stand,Like gallant Falkland, by the Monarch's side,And..
© William Wordsworth
The Table Turned
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;Or surely you'll grow double:Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;Why all this toil and trouble?The sun..
© William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 Xiv. Fly, Some Kind Haringer, To Grasmere-Dale
FLY, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale!Say that we come, and come by this day's light;Fly upon swiftest wing round field and height,But chiefly..
© William Wordsworth
Sweet Was The Walk
Sweet was the walk along the narrow laneAt noon, the bank and hedge-rows all the wayShagged with wild pale green tufts of fragrant hay,Caught by the..
© William Wordsworth
The Prelude, Book 2: School-Time (Continued)
. Thus far, O Friend! have we, though leaving muchUnvisited, endeavour'd to retraceMy life through its first years, and measured backThe way I..
© William Wordsworth
Written In A Blank Leaf Of Macpherson's Ossian
OFT have I caught, upon a fitful breeze,Fragments of far-off melodies,With ear not coveting the whole,A part so charmed the pensive soul.While a dark..
© William Wordsworth
Book Second [school-Time Continued]
THUS far, O Friend! have we, though leaving muchUnvisited, endeavoured to retraceThe simple ways in which my childhood walked;Those chiefly that..
© William Wordsworth
Mark The Concentrated Hazels That Enclose
MARK the concentred hazels that encloseYon old grey Stone, protected from the rayOf noontide suns:--and even the beams that playAnd glance, while..
© William Wordsworth
The Simplon Pass
Brook and roadWere fellow-travellers in this gloomy Pass,And with them did we journey several hoursAt a slow step. The immeasurable heightOf..
© William Wordsworth