William Wordsworth

"Surprised by joy, impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport, Oh! with whom But Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb, That spot which no"

"Desire we past illusions to recall? To reinstate wild Fancy, would we hide Truths whose thick veil Science has drawn aside? No, let this Age, h"

"Departing summer hath assumed An aspect tenderly illumed, The gentlest look of spring; That calls from yonder leafy shade Unfaded, yet prepared to"

"Brook and road Were fellow-travellers in this gloomy Pass, And with them did we journey several hours At a slow step. The immeasurable height Of w"

"Who rashly strove thy Image to portray? Thou buoyant minion of the tropic air; How could he think of the live creature gay With a divinity of c"

"A pleasant music floats along the Mere, From Monks in Ely chanting service high, While-as Canute the King is rowing by: "My Oarsmen," quoth the"

"While the Poor gather round, till the end of time May this bright flower of Charity display Its bloom, unfolding at the appointed day; Flower t"

"Mark the concentred hazels that enclose Yon old grey Stone, protected from the ray Of noontide suns: and even the beams that play And glance, while"

"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"

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

"From Stirling castle we had seen The mazy Forth unravelled; Had trod the banks of Clyde, and Tay, And with the Tweed had travelled; And when we ca"

"'Tis said that to the brow of yon fair hill Two Brothers clomb, and, turning face from face, Nor one look more exchanging, grief to still Or fe"

"A TALE What's in a 'Name'? . . . . . Brutus will start a Spirit as soon as Caesar! PROLOGUE There's something in a flying horse, There'"

"While not a leaf seems faded; while the fields, With ripening harvest prodigally fair, In brightest sunshine bask; this nipping air, Sent from some"

"Beaumont! it was thy wish that I should rear A seemly Cottage in this sunny Dell, On favoured ground, thy gift, where I might dwell In neighbourhoo"

"Beguiled into forgetfulness of care Due to the day's unfinished task; of pen Or book regardless, and of that fair scene In Nature's prodigality"

"DEDICATION In trellised shed with clustering roses gay, And, MARY! oft beside our blazing fire, When yeas of wedded life were as a day Whose"

"Ere yet our course was graced with social trees It lacked not old remains of hawthorn bowers, Where small birds warbled to their paramours; And"

"I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, b"

"I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her"

"With an incident in which he was concerned In the sweet shire of Cardigan, Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall, An old Man dwells, a little man,"

"Degenerate Douglas! oh, the unworthy Lord! Whom mere despite of heart could so far please, And love of havoc, (for with such disease Fame taxes him"

"Glide gently, thus for ever glide, O Thames! that other bards may see As lovely visions by thy side As now, fair river! come to me. O glide, fair"

""Here Man more purely lives, less oft doth fall, "More promptly rises, walks with stricter heed, "More safely rests, dies happier, is freed "Ea"

"Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet: February last, my heart First at sight of thee was glad; All unheard of as thou art,"

"Ye sacred Nurseries of blooming Youth! In whose collegiate shelter England's Flowers Expand, enjoying through their vernal hours The air of lib"

"I You have heard "a Spanish Lady How she wooed an English man;" Hear now of a fair Armenian, Daughter of the proud Soldan; How she loved a"

"From the Baptismal hour, thro' weal and woe, The Church extends her care to thought and deed; Nor quits the Body when the Soul is freed, The mo"

"I Imagination, ne'er before content, But aye ascending, restless in her pride From all that martial feats could yield To her desires, or to her h"

"I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile! Four summer weeks I dwelt in sight of thee: I saw thee every day; and all the while Thy Form was sleepi"

"Too frail to keep the lofty vow That must have followed when his brow Was wreathed "The Vision" tells us how With holly spray, He faltered, drifte"

"I "There is a Thorn, it looks so old, In truth, you'd find it hard to say How it could ever have been young, It looks so old and grey. Not"

"The tears of man in various measure gush From various sources; gently overflow From blissful transport some, from clefts of woe Some with ungov"

"Down a swift Stream, thus far, a bold design Have we pursued, with livelier stir of heart Than his who sees, borne forward by the Rhine, The li"

"Greta, what fearful listening! when huge stones Rumble along thy bed, block after block: Or, whirling with reiterated shock, Combat, while dark"

"Yes! hope may with my strong desire keep pace, And I be undeluded, unbetrayed; For if of our affections none finds grace In sight of Heaven, then,"

"No mortal object did these eyes behold When first they met the placid light of thine, And my Soul felt her destiny divine, And hope of endless"

"A simple child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? I met a little cottage girl: She"

"Yet are they here the same unbroken knot Of human Beings, in the self-same spot! Men, women, children, yea the frame Of the whole spectacle the sam"

"The Harp in lowliness obeyed; And first we sang of the greenwood shade And a solitary Maid; Beginning, where the song must end, With her, and with"

"The linnet's warble, sinking towards a close, Hints to the thrush 'tis time for their repose; The shrill-voiced thrush is heedless, and again T"

"Mine ear has rung, my spirit sunk subdued, Sharing the strong emotion of the crowd, When each pale brow to dread hosannas bowed While clouds of"

"Sole listener, Duddon! to the breeze that played With thy clear voice, I caught the fitful sound Wafted o'er sullen moss and craggy mound, Unfr"

"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"

"Hail to the crown by Freedom shaped to gird An English Sovereign's brow! and to the throne Whereon he sits! Whose deep foundations lie In vener"

"'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 sol"

"Part fenced by man, part by a rugged steep That curbs a foaming brook, a Grave-yard lies; The hare's best couching-place for fearless sleep; Wh"

"What if our numbers barely could defy The arithmetic of babes, must foreign hordes, Slaves, vile as ever were befooled by words, Striking throu"

"What heavenly smiles! O Lady mine Through my very heart they shine; And, if my brow gives back their light, Do thou look gladly on the sight;"

"Lance, shield, and sword relinquished, at his side A bead-roll, in his hand a clasped book, Or staff more harmless than a shepherd's crook, The"

""'A little onward lend thy guiding hand To these dark steps, a little further on!'" What trick of memory to 'my' voice hath brought This mournful"

"High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you! Thus in your books the record shall be found, "A watchword was pronounced, a potent sound ARMINIUS! a"

"If Life were slumber on a bed of down, Toil unimposed, vicissitude unknown, Sad were our lot: no hunter of the hare Exults like him whose javel"

"Even while I speak, the sacred roofs of France Are shattered into dust; and self-exiled From altars threatened, leveled, or defiled, Wander the"

"The wind is now thy organist; a clank (We know not whence) ministers for a bell To mark some change of service. As the swell Of music reached i"

"Would that our scrupulous Sires had dared to leave Less scanty measure of those graceful rites And usages, whose due return invites A stir of m"

"While beams of orient light shoot wide and high, Deep in the vale a little rural Town Breathes forth a cloud-like creature of its own, That mou"

"Deep is the lamentation! Not alone From Sages justly honoured by mankind; But from the ghostly tenants of the wind, Demons and Spirits, many a"

"The stars are mansions built by Nature's hand, And, haply, there the spirits of the blest Dwell, clothed in radiance, their immortal vest; Huge"

"Now we are tired of boisterous joy, Have romped enough, my little Boy! Jane hangs her head upon my breast, And you shall bring your stool and rest;"