< 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 […]
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“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 […]
50 States of Generosity- New Jersey
In this latest 50 States of Generosity, join Nikki Rank as she explores New Jersey’s music, food, poetry, and more!
“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, […]
“We are Seven” by William Wordsworth
< Return to all Wordsworth poems We are Seven —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 was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her […]
“A Night Piece” by William Wordsworth
< Return to all Wordsworth poems A Night Piece —The sky is overcast With a continuous cloud of texture close, Heavy and wan, all whitened by the Moon, Which through that veil is indistinctly seen, A dull, contracted circle, yielding light So feebly spread, that not a shadow falls, Chequering the ground—from rock, plant, tree, […]
“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 […]
Poets and Poems: Marly Youmans and “Seren of the Wildwood”
“Seren of the Wildwood” by poet and writer Marly Youmans is a marvelous epic poem of a young girl finding her way through life.
Poets and Poems: Sydell Rosenberg & Amy Losak and “Wing Strokes Haiku”
“Wing Strokes Haiku” is a collection of poems by Amy Losak and her mother, Sydell Rosenberg, and a tribute to Rosenberg.
“Lines Written While Sailing in a Boat at Evening” by W. Wordsworth
< Return to all Wordsworth poems Lines Written While Sailing in a Boat at Evening How richly glows the water’s breast Before us, tinged with evening hues, While, facing thus the crimson west, The boat her silent course pursues! And see how dark the backward stream! A little moment past so smiling! And still, perhaps, […]
William Wordsworth Arts & Experience Library
William Wordsworth Poems A Night Thought A Night Piece A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal A Wren’s Nest Among All Lovely Things My Love Had Been Goody Blake and Harry Gill Intimations of Immortality I Travelled Among Unknown Men I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud It Is A Beauteous Evening Lines Written in Early Spring […]
“The Ballad of the Foxhunter” by WB Yeats
< Return to All WB Yeats The Ballad of the Foxhunter “Now lay me in a cushioned chair “And carry me, you four, “With cushions here and cushions there, “To see the world once more. “And some one from the stables bring “My Dermot dear and brown, “And lead him gently in a ring, “And […]
An Updated Take on Keats’s Odes by Anahid Nersessian
“Keats’s Odes: A Lover’s Discourse” by Anahid Nersessian looks at the poet’s six great idea through a feminist/Marxist lens.
In Praise of Small Museums
London is famous for great museums, but it is the small museums, like one for Charles Dickens, that will steal your heart.
Poet Laura: Sideways on a Boat — on Snafus and Haiku
Tweetspeak’s Poet Laura, Dheepa R. Maturi, finds humor, solace and haiku in the wake of a sinking boat and tragedy avoided.
“The Ballad of Mol Magee” by WB Yeats
< Return to All WB Yeats The Ballad of Mol Magee Come round me, little childer; There, don’t fling stones at me Because I mutter as I go; But pity Moll Magee. My man was a poor fisher With shore lines in the say; My work was saltin’ herrings The whole of the long day. […]
” The Ballad of Father O’Hart” by WB Yeats
< Return to All WB Yeats The Ballad of Father O’Hart Good Father John O’Hart In penal days rode out To a shoneen who had free lands And his own snipe and trout. In trust took he John’s lands; Sleiveens were all his race; And he gave them as dowers to his daughters, And they […]
“The Meditation of the Old Fisherman” by WB Yeats
< Return to All WB Yeats The Meditation of the Old Fisherman You waves, though you dance by my feet like children at play, Though you glow and you glance, though you purr and you dart; In the Junes that were warmer than these are, the waves were more gay, When I was a boy […]