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").
Valedictory Sonnet To The River Duddon
I THOUGHT of Thee, my partner and my guide, As being pass'd away.--Vain sympathies! For, backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes,I see what was, and..
© William Wordsworth
The Virgin
. Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrostWith the least shade of thought to sin allied.Woman! above all women glorified,Our tainted nature's solitary..
© William Wordsworth
Composed While The Author Was Engaged In Writing A Tract Occasioned By The Convention Of Cintra
NOT 'mid the world's vain objects that enslaveThe free-born Soul--that World whose vaunted skillIn selfish interest perverts the will,Whose factions..
© William Wordsworth
At Applewaite, Near Keswick 1804
BEAUMONT! it was thy wish that I should rearA seemly Cottage in this sunny Dell,On favoured ground, thy gift, where I might dwellIn neighbourhood..
© William Wordsworth
To A Sexton
Let thy wheel-barrow alone--Wherefore, Sexton, piling stillIn thy bone-house bone on bone?'Tis already like a hillIn a field of battle made,Where..
© William Wordsworth
To A Highland Girl (At Inversneyde, Upon Loch Lomond)
. Sweet Highland Girl, a very showerOf beauty is thy earthly dower!Twice seven consenting years have shedTheir utmost bounty on thy head:And these..
© William Wordsworth
'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love
'Tis said, that some have died for love:And here and there a churchyard grave is foundIn the cold north's unhallowed ground,Because the wretched man..
© William Wordsworth
The Two Thieves
O now that the genius of Bewick were mine,And the skill which he learned on the banks of the Tyne.Then the Muses might deal with me just as they..
© William Wordsworth
Even As A Dragon’s Eye That Feels The Stress
EVEN as a dragon's eye that feels the stressOf a bedimming sleep, or as a lampSuddenly glaring through sepulchral damp,So burns yon Taper 'mid a..
© William Wordsworth
Song At The Feast Of Brougham Castle Upon The Restoration O
High in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate,And Emont's murmur mingled with the Song.--The words of ancient time I thus translate,A festal strain..
© William Wordsworth
Power Of Music
AN Orpheus! an Orpheus! yes, Faith may grow bold,And take to herself all the wonders of old;--Near the stately Pantheon you'll meet with the sameIn..
© William Wordsworth
The Two April Mornings
We walked along, while bright and redUprose the morning sun;And Matthew stopped, he looked, and said,'The will of God be done!'A village schoolmaster..
© William Wordsworth
To My Sister
It is the first mild day of March:Each minute sweeter than beforeThe redbreast sings from the tall larchThat stands beside our door.There is a..
© William Wordsworth
Song For The Wandering Jew
Though the torrents from their fountainsRoar down many a craggy steep,Yet they find among the mountainsResting-places calm and deep.Clouds that love..
© William Wordsworth
The Sparrow's Nest
BEHOLD, within the leafy shade,Those bright blue eggs together laid!On me the chance-discovered sightGleamed like a vision of delight.I..
© William Wordsworth
September, 1819
. Departing summer hath assumedAn aspect tenderly illumed,The gentlest look of spring;That calls from yonder leafy shadeUnfaded, yet prepared to..
© William Wordsworth
Bothwell Castle
Immured in Bothwell's Towers, at times the Brave(So beautiful is the Clyde) forgot to mournThe liberty they lost at Bannockburn.Once on those..
© William Wordsworth
Incident Characteristic Of A Favorite Dog
ON his morning rounds the MasterGoes to learn how all things fare;Searches pasture after pasture,Sheep and cattle eyes with care;And, for silence or..
© William Wordsworth
To Joanna
Amid the smoke of cities did you passThe time of early youth; and there you learned,From years of quiet industry, to loveThe living Beings by your..
© William Wordsworth
Young England--What Is Then Become Of Old
YOUNG ENGLAND--what is then become of OldOf dear Old England? Think they she is dead,Dead to the very name? Presumption fedOn empty air! That name..
© William Wordsworth
Characteristics Of A Child Three Years Old
LOVING she is, and tractable, though wild;And Innocence hath privilege in herTo dignify arch looks and laughing eyes;And feats of cunning; and the..
© William Wordsworth
The French Revolution As It Appeared To Enthusiasts
. Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy!For mighty were the auxiliars which then stoodUpon our side, we who were strong in love!Bliss was it in that..
© William Wordsworth
Book Eighth: Retrospect--Love Of Nature Leading To Love Of Man
WHAT sounds are those, Helvellyn, that are heardUp to thy summit, through the depth of airAscending, as if distance had the powerTo make the sounds..
© William Wordsworth
There Was A Boy
There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffsAnd islands of Winander!--many a time,At evening, when the earliest stars beganTo move along the edges of..
© William Wordsworth
Indignation Of A High-Minded Spaniard
WE can endure that He should waste our lands,Despoil our temples, and by sword and flameReturn us to the dust from which we came;Such food a Tyrant's..
© William Wordsworth