Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
To The Memory Of Raisley Calvert
CALVERT! it must not be unheard by themWho may respect my name, that I to theeOwed many years of early liberty.This care was thine when sickness did..
© William Wordsworth
The Faëry Chasm
No fiction was it of the antique age:A sky-blue stone, within this sunless cleft,Is of the very footmarks unbereftWhich tiny Elves impressed; - on..
© William Wordsworth
To Thomas Clarkson
ON THE FINAL PASSING OF THE BILL FOR THE ABOLITION OF THE SLAVE TRADEMARCH 1807CLARKSON! it was an obstinate hill to climb:How toilsome--nay, how..
© William Wordsworth
The Waggoner - Canto Second
IF Wytheburn's modest House of prayer,As lowly as the lowliest dwelling,Had, with its belfry's humble stock,A little pair that hang in air,Been..
© William Wordsworth
The Waggoner - Canto Fourth
THUS they, with freaks of proud delight,Beguile the remnant of the night;And many a snatch of jovial songRegales them as they wind along;While to the..
© William Wordsworth
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto First
FROM Bolton's old monastic towerThe bells ring loud with gladsome power;The sun shines bright; the fields are gayWith people in their best arrayOf..
© William Wordsworth
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Seventh
'Powers there areThat touch each other to the quick--in modesWhich the gross world no sense hath to perceive,No soul to dream of.'THOU Spirit, whose..
© William Wordsworth
The Passing Of The Elder Bards
THE MIGHTY Minstrel breathes no longer,Mid mouldering ruins low he lies;And death upon the braes of YarrowHas closed the Shepherd-poet’s eyes:Nor has..
© William Wordsworth
The Waggoner - Canto First
'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..
© William Wordsworth
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Third
NOW joy for you who from the towersOf Brancepeth look in doubt and fear,Telling melancholy hours!Proclaim it, let your Masters hearThat Norton with..
© William Wordsworth
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Sixth
WHY comes not Francis?--From the doleful CityHe fled,--and, in his flight, could hearThe death-sounds of the Minster-bell:That sullen stroke..
© William Wordsworth
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Second
THE Harp in lowliness obeyed;And first we sang of the greenwood shadeAnd a solitary Maid;Beginning, where the song must end,With her, and with her..
© William Wordsworth
To---- On Her First Ascent To The Summit Of Helvellyn
INMATE of a mountain-dwelling,Thou hast clomb aloft, and gazedFrom the watch-towers of Helvellyn;Awed, delighted, and amazed!Potent was the spell..
© William Wordsworth
To Mary
Let other bards of angels sing,Bright suns without a spot;But thou art no such perfect thing:Rejoice that thou art not!Heed not tho' none should call..
© William Wordsworth
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Fifth
HIGH on a point of rugged groundAmong the wastes of Rylstone FellAbove the loftiest ridge or moundWhere foresters or shepherds dwell,An edifice of..
© William Wordsworth
To The Men Of Kent
OCTOBER 1803VANGUARD of Liberty, ye men of Kent,Ye children of a Soil that doth advanceHer haughty brow against the coast of France,Now is the time..
© William Wordsworth
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Fourth
'Tis night: in silence looking down,The Moon, from cloudless ether, seesA Camp, and a beleaguered Town,And Castle, like a stately crownOn the steep..
© William Wordsworth
The Recluse - Book First
HOME AT GRASMEREONCE to the verge of yon steep barrier cameA roving school-boy; what the adventurer's ageHath now escaped his memory--but the..
© William Wordsworth
The Redbreast Chasing the Butterfly
Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,The pious bird with the scarlet breast,Our little English Robin;The bird that comes about our doorsWhen..
© William Wordsworth
Tribute To The Memory Of The Same Dog
LIE here, without a record of thy worth,Beneath a covering of the common earth!It is not from unwillingness to praise,Or want of love, that here no..
© William Wordsworth
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Dedication
IN trellised shed with clustering roses gay,And, MARY! oft beside our blazing fire,When yeas of wedded life were as a dayWhose current answers to the..
© William Wordsworth
The Female Vagrant
By Derwent's side my Father's cottage stood,(The Woman thus her artless story told)One field, a flock, and what the neighboring floodSupplied, to him..
© William Wordsworth
The King Of Sweden
THE Voice of song from distant lands shall callTo that great King; shall hail the crowned YouthWho, taking counsel of unbending Truth,By one example..
© William Wordsworth
The Highland Broach
If to Tradition faith be due,And echoes from old verse speak true,Ere the meek Saint, Columba, boreGlad tidings to Iona's shore,No common light of..
© William Wordsworth
Upon Perusing The Forgoing Epistle Thirty Years After Its Composition
SOON did he Almighty Giver of all restTake those dear young Ones to a fearless nest;And in Death's arms has long reposed the FriendFor whom this..
© William Wordsworth