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").
Star-Gazers
WHAT crowd is this? what have we here! we must not pass it by;A Telescope upon its frame, and pointed to the sky:Long is it as a barber's pole, or..
© William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour Of Scotland, 1803 Vi. Glen-Almain, Or, The Narrow Glen
IN this still place, remote from men,Sleeps Ossian, in the NARROW GLEN;In this still place, where murmurs onBut one meek streamlet, only one:He sang..
© William Wordsworth
Book Eleventh: France [concluded]
FROM that time forth, Authority in FrancePut on a milder face; Terror had ceased,Yet everything was wanting that might giveCourage to them who looked..
© William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 Xii. Sonnet Composed At ---- Castle
DEGENERATE Douglas! oh, the unworthy Lord!Whom mere despite of heart could so far please,And love of havoc, (for with such diseaseFame taxes him,)..
© William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 X. Rob Roy’s Grave .
A FAMOUS man is Robin Hood,The English ballad-singer's joy!And Scotland has a thief as good,An outlaw of as daring mood;She has her brave ROB..
© William Wordsworth
O’er The Wide Earth, On Mountain And On Plain
O'ER the wide earth, on mountain and on plain,Dwells in the affections and the soul of manA Godhead, like the universal PAN;But more exalted, with a..
© William Wordsworth
On The Final Submission Of The Tyrolese
IT was a 'moral' end for which they fought;Else how, when mighty Thrones were put to shame,Could they, poor Shepherds, have preserved an aim,A..
© William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 Xii. Yarrow Unvisited
FROM Stirling castle we had seenThe mazy Forth unravelled;Had trod the banks of Clyde, and Tay,And with the Tweed had travelled;And when we came to..
© William Wordsworth
The Russian Fugitive
IENOUGH of rose-bud lips, and eyesLike harebells bathed in dew,Of cheek that with carnation vies,And veins of violet hue;Earth wants not beauty that..
© William Wordsworth
Feelings Of A Noble Biscayan At One Of Those Funerals
YET, yet, Biscayans! we must meet our FoesWith firmer soul, yet labour to regainOur ancient freedom; else 'twere worse than vainTo gather round the..
© William Wordsworth
The Mother's Return
A MONTH, sweet Little-ones, is pastSince your dear Mother went away,---And she tomorrow will return;Tomorrow is the happy day.O blessed tidings!..
© William Wordsworth
Invocation To The Earth, February 1816
I'REST, rest, perturbed Earth!O rest, thou doleful Mother of Mankind!'A Spirit sang in tones more plaintive than the wind:'From regions where no evil..
© William Wordsworth
The Kitten And Falling Leaves
THAT way look, my Infant, lo!What a pretty baby-show!See the kitten on the wall,Sporting with the leaves that fall,Withered leaves---one---two---and..
© William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland 1814 I. Suggested By A Beautiful Ruin Upon One Of The Islands Of Loch Lomond,
ITo barren heath, bleak moor, and quaking fen,Or depth of labyrinthine glen;Or into trackless forest setWith trees, whose lofty umbrage..
© William Wordsworth
Book Ninth [residence In France]
EVEN as a river,--partly (it might seem)Yielding to old remembrances, and swayedIn part by fear to shape a way direct,That would engulph him soon in..
© William Wordsworth
On The Same Occasion
(The Final Submission Of The Tyrolese)YE Storms, resound the praises of your King!And ye mild Seasons--in a sunny clime,Midway on some high hill..
© William Wordsworth
Hoffer
OF mortal parents is the Hero bornBy whom the undaunted Tyrolese are led?Or is it Tell's great Spirit, from the deadReturned to animate an age..
© William Wordsworth
By Moscow Self-Devoted To A Blaze
By Moscow self-devoted to a blazeOf dreadful sacrifice, by Russian bloodLavished in fight with desperate hardihood;The unfeeling Elements no claim..
© William Wordsworth
Feelings Of The Tyrolese
THE Land we from our fathers had in trust,And to our children will transmit, or die:This is our maxim, this our piety;And God and Nature say that it..
© William Wordsworth
Composed At The Same Time And On The Same Occasion
I DROPPED my pen; and listened to the WindThat sang of trees uptorn and vessels tost--A midnight harmony; and wholly lostTo the general sense of men..
© William Wordsworth
Feelings Of A French Royalist, On The Disinterment Of The Remains Of The Duke D’enghien
DEAR Reliques! from a pit of vilest mouldUprisen--to lodge among ancestral kings;And to inflict shame's salutary stingsOn the remorseless hearts of..
© William Wordsworth
Epitaphs Translated From Chiabrera
IWEEP not, beloved Friends! nor let the airFor me with sighs be troubled. Not from lifeHave I been taken; this is genuine lifeAnd this alone--the..
© William Wordsworth
Lines Written On A Blank Leaf In A Copy Of The Author’s Poem
Upon Hearing Of The Death Of The Late Vicar Of KendalTO public notice, with reluctance strong,Did I deliver this unfinished Song;Yet for one happy..
© William Wordsworth
Hint From The Mountains For Certain Political Pretenders
'WHO but hails the sight with pleasureWhen the wings of genius rise,Their ability to measureWith great enterprise;But in man was ne'er such daringAs..
© William Wordsworth
George And Sarah Green
WHO weeps for strangers? Many weptFor George and Sarah Green;Wept for that pair's unhappy fate,Whose grave may here be seen.By night, upon these..
© William Wordsworth