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").

She Was A Phantom Of Delight

She was a phantom of delightWhen first she gleamed upon my sight;A lovely Apparition, sentTo be a moment's ornament;Her eyes as stars of Twilight..

© William Wordsworth

Ellen Irwin

Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sateUpon the braes of Kirtle,Was lovely as a Grecian maidAdorned with wreaths of myrtle;Young Adam Bruce beside her..

© William Wordsworth

Resolution And Independence

IThere was a roaring in the wind all night;The rain came heavily and fell in floods;But now the sun is rising calm and bright;The birds are singing..

© William Wordsworth

Elegiac Stanzas

Lulled by the sound of pastoral bells,Rude Nature's Pilgrims did we go,From the dread summit of the QueenOf mountains, through a deep ravine,Where..

© William Wordsworth

Extempore Effusion Upon The Death Of James Hogg

. When first, descending from the moorlands,I saw the Stream of Yarrow glideAlong a bare and open valley,The Ettrick Shepherd was my guide.When last..

© William Wordsworth

Scorn Not The Sonnet

Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned,Mindless of its just honours; with this keyShakspeare unlocked his heart; the melodyOf this small lute..

© William Wordsworth

Ode To Duty

STERN Daughter of the Voice of God!O Duty! if that name thou love,Who art a light to guide, a rodTo check the erring and reprove;Thou, who art..

© William Wordsworth

To A Butterfly (2)

I'VE watched you now a full half-hour,Self-poised upon that yellow flower;And, little Butterfly! indeedI know not if you sleep or feed.How..

© William Wordsworth

Lucy V

A SLUMBER did my spirit seal; I had no human fears:She seem'd a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years.No motion has she now, no..

© William Wordsworth

Fountain, The: A Conversation

We talked with open heart, and tongueAffectionate and true,A pair of friends, though I was young,And Matthew seventy-two.We lay beneath a spreading..

© William Wordsworth

Lucy Iv

THREE years she grew in sun and shower;Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower On earth was never sown;This child I to myself will take;She shall be..

© William Wordsworth

Lucy Ii

SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove,A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love:A violet by a mossy..

© William Wordsworth

Lucy

I.STRANGE fits of passion have I known:And I will dare to tell,But in the lover's ear alone,What once to me befell.When she I loved look'd every..

© William Wordsworth

Address To The Scholars Of The Village School Of ----

I come, ye little noisy Crew,Not long your pastime to prevent;I heard the blessing which to youOur common Friend and Father sent.I kissed his cheek..

© William Wordsworth

Personal Talk

II AM not One who much or oft delightTo season my fireside with personal talk.--Of friends, who live within an easy walk,Or neighbours, daily..

© William Wordsworth

The Idiot Boy

'Tis eight o'clock,--a clear March night,The moon is up,--the sky is blue,The owlet, in the moonlight air,Shouts from nobody knows where;He lengthens..

© William Wordsworth

To A Butterfly

STAY near me---do not take thy flight!A little longer stay in sight!Much converse do I find I thee,Historian of my infancy !Float near me; do not yet..

© William Wordsworth

I Travelled Among Unknown Men

I travelled among unknown menIn lands beyond the sea;Nor, England! did I know till thenWhat love I bore to thee.'Tis past, that melancholy dream!Nor..

© William Wordsworth

Lucy I

STRANGE fits of passion have I known: And I will dare to tell,But in the lover's ear alone, What once to me befell.When she I loved look'd every..

© William Wordsworth

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