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 Childless Father
'Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away!Not a soul in the village this morning will stay;The hare has just started from Hamilton's grounds,And..
© William Wordsworth
Composed During A Storm
One who was suffering tumult in his soul,Yet failed to seek the sure relief of prayer,Went forth--his course surrendering to the careOf the fierce..
© William Wordsworth
Most Sweet It Is
. Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyesTo pace the ground, if path be there or none,While a fair region round the traveller liesWhich he forbears..
© William Wordsworth
A Sketch
The little hedgerow birds,That peck along the road, regard him not.He travels on, and in his face, his step,His gait, is one expression; every..
© William Wordsworth
Influence Of Natural Objects
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe!Thou Soul, that art the Eternity of thought!And giv'st to forms and images a breathAnd everlasting motion! not in..
© William Wordsworth
Address To Kilchurn Castle, Upon Loch Awe
CHILD of loud-throated War! the mountain StreamRoars in thy hearing; but thy hour of restIs come, and thou art silent in thy age;Save when the wind..
© William Wordsworth
An Evening Walk, Addressed To A Young Lady
The young Lady to whom this was addressed was my Sister. It wascomposed at school, and during my two first College vacations.There is not an image in..
© William Wordsworth
Written In Early Spring
I heard a thousand blended notesWhile in a grove I sat reclined,In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughtsBring sad thoughts to the mind.To her fair..
© William Wordsworth
Nuns Fret Not At Their Convent's Narrow Room
Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room;And hermits are contented with their cells;And students with their pensive citadels;Maids at the wheel..
© William Wordsworth
Desideria
SURPRISED by joy--impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport--O! with whom But Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb,That spot which no..
© William Wordsworth
Animal Tranquillity And Decay
The little hedgerow birds,That peck along the roads, regard him not.He travels on, and in his face, his step,His gait, is one expression: every..
© William Wordsworth
It Is A Beauteous Evening
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,The holy time is quiet as a nunBreathless with adoration; the broad sunIs sinking down in its..
© William Wordsworth
Lucy Iii
I TRAVELL'D among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea;Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee.'Tis past, that melancholy..
© William Wordsworth
A Fact, And An Imagination, Or, Canute And Alfred, On The Seashore
THE Danish Conqueror, on his royal chair,Mustering a face of haughty sovereignty,To aid a covert purpose, cried--'O yeApproaching Waters of the deep..
© William Wordsworth
Expostulation And Reply
"Why, William, on that old grey stone,Thus for the length of half a day,Why, William, sit you thus alone,And dream your time away?"Where are your..
© William Wordsworth
Nutting
It seems a day(I speak of one from many singled out)One of those heavenly days that cannot die;When, in the eagerness of boyish..
© William Wordsworth
London, 1802
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour;England hath need of thee: she is a fenOf stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,Fireside, the heroic..
© William Wordsworth
The Birth Of Love
When Love was born of heavenly line,What dire intrigues disturbed Cythera's joy!Till Venus cried, 'A mother's heart is mine;None but myself shall..
© William Wordsworth
A Gravestone Upon The Floor In The Cloisters Of Worcester Cathedral
'MISERRIMUS,' and neither name nor date,Prayer, text, or symbol, graven upon the stone;Nought but that word assigned to the unknown,That solitary..
© William Wordsworth
Evening On Calais Beach
IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sunIs sinking down in its..
© William Wordsworth
Michael: A Pastoral Poem
If from the public way you turn your stepsUp the tumultuous brook of Greenhead Ghyll,You will suppose that with an upright pathYour feet must..
© William Wordsworth
A Jewish Family In A Small Valley Opposite St. Goar, Upon The Rhine
GENIUS of Raphael! if thy wingsMight bear thee to this glen,With faithful memory left of thingsTo pencil dear and pen,Thou would'st forego the..
© William Wordsworth
Character Of The Happy Warrior
. Who is the happy Warrior? Who is heThat every man in arms should wish to be?--It is the generous Spirit, who, when broughtAmong the tasks of real..
© William Wordsworth
After-Thought
. I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,As being past away.--Vain sympathies!For, backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes,I see what was, and is..
© William Wordsworth
A Parsonage In Oxfordshire
Where holy ground begins, unhallowed ends,Is marked by no distinguishable line;The turf unites, the pathways intertwine;And, wheresoe'er the stealing..
© William Wordsworth