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").
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 Xii. Yarrow Unvisited
FROM Stirling castle we had seenThe mazy Forth unravelled;Had trod the banks of Clyde, and Tay,And with the Tweed had travelled;And when we came to..
© William Wordsworth
The Russian Fugitive
IENOUGH of rose-bud lips, and eyesLike harebells bathed in dew,Of cheek that with carnation vies,And veins of violet hue;Earth wants not beauty that..
© William Wordsworth
Feelings Of A Noble Biscayan At One Of Those Funerals
YET, yet, Biscayans! we must meet our FoesWith firmer soul, yet labour to regainOur ancient freedom; else 'twere worse than vainTo gather round the..
© William Wordsworth
The Mother's Return
A MONTH, sweet Little-ones, is pastSince your dear Mother went away,---And she tomorrow will return;Tomorrow is the happy day.O blessed tidings!..
© William Wordsworth
Invocation To The Earth, February 1816
I'REST, rest, perturbed Earth!O rest, thou doleful Mother of Mankind!'A Spirit sang in tones more plaintive than the wind:'From regions where no evil..
© William Wordsworth
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..
© William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland 1814 I. Suggested By A Beautiful Ruin Upon One Of The Islands Of Loch Lomond,
ITo barren heath, bleak moor, and quaking fen,Or depth of labyrinthine glen;Or into trackless forest setWith trees, whose lofty umbrage..
© William Wordsworth
Book Ninth [residence In France]
EVEN as a river,--partly (it might seem)Yielding to old remembrances, and swayedIn part by fear to shape a way direct,That would engulph him soon in..
© William Wordsworth
On The Same Occasion
(The Final Submission Of The Tyrolese)YE Storms, resound the praises of your King!And ye mild Seasons--in a sunny clime,Midway on some high hill..
© William Wordsworth
Hoffer
OF mortal parents is the Hero bornBy whom the undaunted Tyrolese are led?Or is it Tell's great Spirit, from the deadReturned to animate an age..
© William Wordsworth
By Moscow Self-Devoted To A Blaze
By Moscow self-devoted to a blazeOf dreadful sacrifice, by Russian bloodLavished in fight with desperate hardihood;The unfeeling Elements no claim..
© William Wordsworth
Feelings Of The Tyrolese
THE Land we from our fathers had in trust,And to our children will transmit, or die:This is our maxim, this our piety;And God and Nature say that it..
© William Wordsworth
Composed At The Same Time And On The Same Occasion
I DROPPED my pen; and listened to the WindThat sang of trees uptorn and vessels tost--A midnight harmony; and wholly lostTo the general sense of men..
© William Wordsworth
Feelings Of A French Royalist, On The Disinterment Of The Remains Of The Duke D’enghien
DEAR Reliques! from a pit of vilest mouldUprisen--to lodge among ancestral kings;And to inflict shame's salutary stingsOn the remorseless hearts of..
© William Wordsworth
Epitaphs Translated From Chiabrera
IWEEP not, beloved Friends! nor let the airFor me with sighs be troubled. Not from lifeHave I been taken; this is genuine lifeAnd this alone--the..
© William Wordsworth
Lines Written On A Blank Leaf In A Copy Of The Author’s Poem
Upon Hearing Of The Death Of The Late Vicar Of KendalTO public notice, with reluctance strong,Did I deliver this unfinished Song;Yet for one happy..
© William Wordsworth
Hint From The Mountains For Certain Political Pretenders
'WHO but hails the sight with pleasureWhen the wings of genius rise,Their ability to measureWith great enterprise;But in man was ne'er such daringAs..
© William Wordsworth
George And Sarah Green
WHO weeps for strangers? Many weptFor George and Sarah Green;Wept for that pair's unhappy fate,Whose grave may here be seen.By night, upon these..
© William Wordsworth
The Sonnet I
NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room, And hermits are contented with their cells, And students with their pensive citadels;Maids at the..
© William Wordsworth
Avaunt All Specious Pliancy Of Mind
AVAUNT all specious pliancy of mindIn men of low degree, all smooth pretence!I better like a blunt indifference,And self-respecting slowness..
© William Wordsworth
Hail, Zaragoza! If With Unwet Eye
HAIL, Zaragoza! If with unwet eyeWe can approach, thy sorrow to behold,Yet is the heart not pitiless nor cold;Such spectacle demands not tear or..
© William Wordsworth
On A Celebrated Event In Ancient History
A ROMAN Master stands on Grecian ground,And to the people at the Isthmian GamesAssembled, He, by a herald's voice, proclaimsTHE LIBERTY OF..
© William Wordsworth
Brave Schill! By Death Delivered
BRAVE Schill! by death delivered, take thy flightFrom Prussia's timid region. Go, and restWith heroes, 'mid the islands of the Blest,Or in the fields..
© William Wordsworth
By The Side Of The Grave Some Years After
LONG time his pulse hath ceased to beatBut benefits, his gift, we trace--Expressed in every eye we meetRound this dear Vale, his native place.To..
© William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland,
THOUGHTS SUGGESTED THE DAY FOLLOWING, ON THE BANKS OF NITH, NEAR THE POET'S RESIDENCETOO frail to keep the lofty vowThat must have followed when his..
© William Wordsworth