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 Prioress’s Tale [from Chaucer]
'Call up him who left half toldThe story of Cambuscan bold.'I'O LORD, our Lord! how wondrously,' (quoth she)'Thy name in this large world is spread..
© William Wordsworth
Translation Of Part Of The First Book Of The Aeneid
THE EDITORS OF THE PHILOLOGICAL MUSEUMBUT Cytherea, studious to inventArts yet untried, upon new counsels bent,Resolves that Cupid, changed in form..
© William Wordsworth
To The Poet, John Dyer
BARD of the Fleece, whose skilful genius madeThat work a living landscape fair and bright;Nor hallowed less with musical delightThan those soft..
© William Wordsworth
To The Same (John Dyer)
ENOUGH of climbing toil!--Ambition treadsHere, as 'mid busier scenes, ground steep and rough,Or slippery even to peril! and each step,As we for most..
© William Wordsworth
The Martial Courage Of A Day Is Vain
THE martial courage of a day is vain,An empty noise of death the battle's roar,If vital hope be wanting to restore,Or fortitude be wanting to..
© William Wordsworth
The Morning Of The Day Appointed For A General Thanksgiving. January 18, 1816
IHAIL, orient Conqueror of gloomy Night!Thou that canst shed the bliss of gratitudeOn hearts howe'er insensible or rude;Whether thy punctual..
© William Wordsworth
To Lady Eleanor Butler And The Honourable Miss Ponsonby,
A stream to mingle with your favorite DeeAlong the Vale of Meditation flows;So styled by those fierce Britons, pleased to seeIn Nature's face the..
© William Wordsworth
The Oak And The Broom
A PastoralIHIS simple truths did Andrew gleanBeside the babbling rills;A careful student he had beenAmong the woods and hills.One winter's night..
© William Wordsworth
The Pet-Lamb
A PASTORALTHE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink;I heard a voice; it said, 'Drink, pretty creature, drink!'And, looking o'er the hedge..
© William Wordsworth
To The Small Celandine
PANSIES, lilies, kingcups, daisies,Let them live upon their praises;Long as there's a sun that sets,Primroses will have their glory;Long as there are..
© William Wordsworth
To The Spade Of A Friend (An Agriculturist)
COMPOSED WHILE WE WERE LABOURING TOGETHER IN HIS PLEASURE-GROUNDSPADE! with which Wilkinson hath tilled his lands,And shaped these pleasant walks by..
© William Wordsworth
The Waggoner - Canto Third
RIGHT gladly had the horses stirred,When they the wished-for greeting heard,The whip's loud notice from the door,That they were free to move once..
© William Wordsworth
To The Memory Of Raisley Calvert
CALVERT! it must not be unheard by themWho may respect my name, that I to theeOwed many years of early liberty.This care was thine when sickness did..
© William Wordsworth
The Faëry Chasm
No fiction was it of the antique age:A sky-blue stone, within this sunless cleft,Is of the very footmarks unbereftWhich tiny Elves impressed; - on..
© William Wordsworth
To Thomas Clarkson
ON THE FINAL PASSING OF THE BILL FOR THE ABOLITION OF THE SLAVE TRADEMARCH 1807CLARKSON! it was an obstinate hill to climb:How toilsome--nay, how..
© William Wordsworth
The Waggoner - Canto Second
IF Wytheburn's modest House of prayer,As lowly as the lowliest dwelling,Had, with its belfry's humble stock,A little pair that hang in air,Been..
© William Wordsworth
The Waggoner - Canto Fourth
THUS they, with freaks of proud delight,Beguile the remnant of the night;And many a snatch of jovial songRegales them as they wind along;While to the..
© William Wordsworth
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto First
FROM Bolton's old monastic towerThe bells ring loud with gladsome power;The sun shines bright; the fields are gayWith people in their best arrayOf..
© William Wordsworth
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Seventh
'Powers there areThat touch each other to the quick--in modesWhich the gross world no sense hath to perceive,No soul to dream of.'THOU Spirit, whose..
© William Wordsworth
The Passing Of The Elder Bards
THE MIGHTY Minstrel breathes no longer,Mid mouldering ruins low he lies;And death upon the braes of YarrowHas closed the Shepherd-poet’s eyes:Nor has..
© William Wordsworth
The Waggoner - Canto First
'TIS spent--this burning day of June!Soft darkness o'er its latest gleams is stealing;The buzzing dor-hawk, round and round, is wheeling,--That..
© William Wordsworth
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Third
NOW joy for you who from the towersOf Brancepeth look in doubt and fear,Telling melancholy hours!Proclaim it, let your Masters hearThat Norton with..
© William Wordsworth
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Sixth
WHY comes not Francis?--From the doleful CityHe fled,--and, in his flight, could hearThe death-sounds of the Minster-bell:That sullen stroke..
© William Wordsworth
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Second
THE Harp in lowliness obeyed;And first we sang of the greenwood shadeAnd a solitary Maid;Beginning, where the song must end,With her, and with her..
© William Wordsworth
To---- On Her First Ascent To The Summit Of Helvellyn
INMATE of a mountain-dwelling,Thou hast clomb aloft, and gazedFrom the watch-towers of Helvellyn;Awed, delighted, and amazed!Potent was the spell..
© William Wordsworth