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").
With Ships The Sea Was Sprinkled
WITH ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh,Like stars in heaven, and joyously it showed;Some lying fast at anchor in the road,Some veering up and..
© William Wordsworth
Address To My Infant Daughter, Dora On Being Reminded That She Was A Month Old That Day, September 1
HAST thou then survived-Mild Offspring of infirm humanity,Meek Infant! among all forlornest thingsThe most forlorn-one life of that bright star,The..
© William Wordsworth
England Iii
GREAT men have been among us; hands that penn'd And tongues that utter'd wisdom--better none: The later Sidney, Marvel, Harrington,Young Vane..
© William Wordsworth
Remembrance Of Collins
Composed upon the Thames near RichmondGlide gently, thus for ever glide,O Thames! that other bards may seeAs lovely visions by thy sideAs now, fair..
© William Wordsworth
England Iv
IT is not to be thought of that the flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea Of the world's praise, from dark antiquityHath flow'd, 'with..
© William Wordsworth
Speak!
WHY art thou silent! Is thy love a plant Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air Of absence withers what was once so fair?Is there no debt to..
© William Wordsworth
Artegal And Elidure
WHERE be the temples which, in Britain's Isle,For his paternal Gods, the Trojan raised?Gone like a morning dream, or like a pileOf clouds that in..
© William Wordsworth
It Is Not To Be Thought Of
. 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..
© William Wordsworth
The Old Cumberland Beggar
I saw an aged Beggar in my walk;And he was seated, by the highway side,On a low structure of rude masonryBuilt at the foot of a huge hill, that..
© William Wordsworth
I Know An Old Man Constrained To Dwell
I know an aged Man constrained to dwellIn a large house of public charity,Where he abides, as in a Prisoner's cell,With numbers near, alas! no..
© William Wordsworth
Admonition
WELL may'st thou halt-and gaze with brightening eye!The lovely Cottage in the guardian nookHath stirred thee deeply; with its own dear brook,Its own..
© William Wordsworth
Ode, Composed On A May Morning
While from the purpling east departsThe star that led the dawn,Blithe Flora from her couch upstarts,For May is on the lawn.A quickening hope, a..
© William Wordsworth
England I
O FRIEND! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, To think that now our life is only drestFor show; mean..
© William Wordsworth
Rural Architecture
There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald Shore,Three rosy-cheeked school-boys, the highest not moreThan the height of a counsellor's..
© William Wordsworth
Yarrow Revisited
. The gallant Youth, who may have gained,Or seeks, a "winsome Marrow,"Was but an Infant in the lapWhen first I looked on Yarrow;Once more, by..
© William Wordsworth
Oak And The Broom, The: A Pastoral Poem
IHis simple truths did Andrew gleanBeside the babbling rills;A careful student he had beenAmong the woods and hills.One winter's night, when through..
© William Wordsworth
In Due Observance Of An Ancient Rite
IN due observance of an ancient rite,The rude Biscayans, when their children lieDead in the sinless time of infancy,Attire the peaceful corse in..
© William Wordsworth
November, 1806
. Another year!--another deadly blow!Another mighty Empire overthrown!And We are left, or shall be left, alone;The last that dare to struggle with..
© William Wordsworth
Hart-Leap Well
The Knight had ridden down from Wensley MoorWith the slow motion of a summer's cloud,And now, as he approached a vassal's door,"Bring forth another..
© William Wordsworth
England Ii
MILTON! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,Fireside, the..
© William Wordsworth
For The Spot Where The Hermitage Stood On St. Herbert's Island, Derwentwater.
If thou in the dear love of some one FriendHast been so happy that thou know'st what thoughtsWill sometimes in the happiness of loveMake the heart..
© William Wordsworth
Peter Bell, A Tale
PROLOGUEThere's something in a flying horse,There's something in a huge balloon;But through the clouds I'll never floatUntil I have a little..
© William Wordsworth
Yew-Trees
There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale,Which to this day stands single, in the midstOf its own darkness, as it stood of yore:Not loathe to furnish..
© William Wordsworth
Alice Fell, Or Poverty
THE post-boy drove with fierce career,For threatening clouds the moon had drowned;When, as we hurried on, my earWas smitten with a startling sound.As..
© William Wordsworth
The Last Of The Flock
IIn distant countries have I been,And yet I have not often seenA healthy man, a man full grown,Weep in the public roads, alone.But such a one, on..
© William Wordsworth