< 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 […]
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“Composed Upon Westminster Bridge” by William Wordsworth
< 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, […]
Poets and Poems: James Sale and “StairWell”
In “StairWell,” poet James Sale continues his Dante-like epic poem, a marvel of imagination and insight into postmodernism.
Poetry Prompt: How To Write A French Poem
Join author Callie Feyen as she explores a few French form poems! And play with how to write a French poem for yourself.
Happy Birthday, Every Day Poems!
Every Day Poems turns twelve today. A dozen years of poetry love. A dozen years of inspiration. Come write a birthday poem in celebration!
Poet Laura: A Tribute to Laura Barkat—and All the Other “Lauras”
One of the Poet Laura’s tasks each year is to write poems about Lauras. This month, Dheepa R. Maturi pays tribute to the special Lauras who bring light to the world.
“Intimations of Immortality” by William Wordsworth
< Return to all Wordsworth poems Intimations of Immortality The earth, and every common sight, To me did seemApparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;— Turn wheresoe’er I may,By night or day. The things which I have seen I now […]
“The Cottager to Her Infant” by William Wordsworth
< Return to all Wordsworth poems The Cottager to Her Infant The days are cold, the nights are long, The north-wind sings a doleful song; Then hush again upon my breast; All merry things are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty Love! The kitten sleeps upon the hearth, The crickets long have ceased their […]
“The French Revolution” by William Wordsworth
< Return to all Wordsworth poems The French Revolution Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy! For mighty were the auxiliars which then stood Upon our side, we who were strong in love! Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to be young was very heaven!—Oh! times, In which the meagre, stale, […]
“The Kitten and Falling Leaves” by William Wordsworth
< Return to all Wordsworth poems The Kitten and Falling Leaves That way look, my Infant, lo! What a pretty baby-show! See the Kitten on the wall, Sporting with the leaves that fall, Withered leaves—one—two—and three— From the lofty elder-tree! Through the calm and frosty air Of this morning bright and fair, Eddying round and […]
“I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” by William Wordsworth
< Return to all Wordsworth poems I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud 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, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars […]
“To a Skylark” by William Wordsworth
< Return to all Wordsworth poems To a Skylark Up with me! up with me into the clouds! For thy song, Lark, is strong; Up with me, up with me into the clouds! Singing, singing, With all the heav’ns about thee ringing, Lift me, guide me, till I find That spot which seems so to […]
Poetry Prompt: Weekend Keeping
How many ways can we keep what’s precious, asks author Callie Feyen. Come along and keep what you love or wish you’d loved, in a poem.
Poet Laura: Happy Earth Day, and Don’t Miss the Trees for the Forest
For Earth Day, Dheepa R. Maturi, Tweetspeak’s Poet Laura, writes about the benefits of forest bathing and the perils of rainforest sleeping.
“To the Daisy” by William Wordsworth
< Return to all Wordsworth poems To the Daisy In youth from rock to rock I went From hill to hill, in discontent Of pleasure high and turbulent, Most pleas’d when most uneasy; But now my own delights I make, My thirst at every rill can slake, And gladly Nature’s love partake Of thee, sweet […]
“The Tables Turned” by William Wordsworth
< Return to all Wordsworth poems The Tables Turned Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books; Or surely you’ll grow double: Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; Why all this toil and trouble? The sun, above the mountain’s head, A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His […]
“To My Sister” by William Wordsworth
< Return to all Wordsworth poems To My Sister It is the first mild day of March: Each minute sweeter than before The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains […]
“Lines Written in Early Spring” by William Wordsworth
< Return to all Wordsworth poems Lines Written in Early Spring 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 fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved […]
“Goody Blake and Harry Gill” by William Wordsworth
< Return to all Wordsworth poems Goody Blake and Harry Gill Oh! what’s the matter? what’s the matter? What is’t that ails young Harry Gill? That evermore his teeth they chatter, Chatter, chatter, chatter still! Of waistcoats Harry has no lack, Good duffle grey, and flannel fine; He has a blanket on his back, […]
“The Reverie of Poor Susan” by William Wordsworth
< Return to all Wordsworth poems The Reverie of Poor Susan At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years: Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the Bird. ‘Tis a note […]