Poems by William Wordsworth
Star-Gazers
... Or must we be constrained to think that these Spectators rude, ...
From The Italian Of Michael Angelo
... Better plea Love cannot have, than that in loving thee ...
Maternal Grief
... But, as time Softened her pangs and reconciled the child ...
Indignation Of A High-Minded Spaniard
... That he has power to inflict what we lack strength to bear ...
Written With A Slate Pencil On A Stone, On The Side Of The Mountain Of Black Comb
... total gloom, In which he sate alone, with unclosed eyes, ...
Yarrow Visited
... Fair scenes for childhood's opening bloom, ...
"And Is It Among Rude Untutored Dales"
... This knew Iberian Burghers when the sword they drew ...
We Are Seven
... for still The little maid would have her will, ...
The Brothers
... and unless His thoughts were turned on Leonard's luckless fortune, ...
The Birth Of Love
... And gave, in handfuls gave, the treacherous store: ...
The Seven Sisters
... Sing, mournfully, oh! mournfully, ...
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Fourth
... --"'Tis won"-- They shout aloud--but Heaven decreed ...
The Old Cumberland Beggar
... The easy man Who sits at his own door,-and, like the pear ...
Hail, Twilight, Sovereign Of One Peaceful Hour
... At thy meek bidding, shadowy Power! brought forth ...
A Wren's Nest
... Take flight, and thou art free to roam, ...
