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< Return to all Wordsworth poems 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 depart! Dead times revive in thee: Thou bring’st, gay creature as thou art! A solemn […]

< Return to all Wordsworth poems The World Is Too Much With Us The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to […]

< Return to all Wordsworth poems The Sun Has Long Been Set The sun has long been set, The stars are out by twos and threes, The little birds are piping yet Among the bushes and the trees; There’s a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes, And a far-off wind that rushes, And a sound […]

< Return to all Wordsworth poems The Stars Are Mansions Built By Nature’s Hand 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 Ocean shows, within his yellow strand, A habitation marvellously planned, For life to occupy in love and […]

< Return to all Wordsworth poems The Solitary Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did […]

< Return to all Wordsworth poems The Green Linnet Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed Their snow-white blossoms on my head, With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring’s unclouded weather, In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard-seat! And birds and flowers once more to greet, My last year’s friends together. […]

< Return to all Wordsworth poems The Eagle and the Dove Shade of Caractacus, if spirits love The cause they fought for in their earthly home To see the Eagle ruffled by the Dove May soothe thy memory of the chains of Rome. These children claim thee for their sire; the breath Of thy renown, […]

< Return to all Wordsworth poems 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 Skiddaw is glad with the cry of the hounds.’ –Of coats and of jackets grey, scarlet, and green, On […]

< Return to all Wordsworth poems Surprised By Joy 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 vicissitude can find? Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind– But how could I forget thee? Through […]

< Return to all Wordsworth poems Stepping Westward “What, you are stepping westward?”–“Yea.” —‘T would be a wildish destiny, If we, who thus together roam In a strange land, and far from home, Were in this place the guests of Chance: Yet who would stop, or fear to advance, Though home or shelter he had […]

< Return to all Wordsworth poems Song for the Wandering Jew Through the torrents from their fountains Roar down many a craggy steep, Yet they find among the mountains Resting-places calm and deep. Though, as if with eagle pinion O’er the rocks the Chamois roam, Yet he has some small dominion Where he feels himself […]

< Return to all Wordsworth poems Lucy Gray Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray, And when I cross’d the Wild, I chanc’d to see at break of day The solitary Child. No Mate, no comrade Lucy knew; She dwelt on a wild Moor, The sweetest Thing that ever grew Beside a human door! You […]

< Return to all Wordsworth poems She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways 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 stone Half hidden from the eye! —Fair as a star, when only one Is […]

< Return to all Wordsworth poems Strange Fits of Passion Have I Known 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 looked every day Fresh as a rose in June, I to her cottage bent […]

< Return to all Wordsworth poems London 1812 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 heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh! raise […]

< Return to all Wordsworth poems It Is A Beauteous Evening It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquility; The gentleness of heaven broods o’er the Sea; Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth […]

< Return to all Wordsworth poems I Travelled Among Unknown Men I travelled 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 dream! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee […]

< Return to all Wordsworth poems Composed Upon Westminster Bridge Earth has not any thing to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, […]

< Return to all Wordsworth poems A Wren’s Nest AMONG the dwellings framed by birds In field or forest with nice care, Is none that with the little Wren’s In snugness may compare.No door the tenement requires, And seldom needs a laboured roof; Yet is it to the fiercest sun Impervious, and storm-proof.So warm, so […]

< Return to all Wordsworth poems A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal A slumber did my spirit seal I had no human fears: She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force; She neither hears nor sees; Rolled round in earth’s diurnal course, With […]