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").
Occasioned By The Battle Of Waterloo February 1816
INTREPID sons of Albion! not by youIs life despised; ah no, the spacious earthNe'er saw a race who held, by right of birth,So many objects to which..
© William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803
Now we are tired of boisterous joy,Have romped enough, my little Boy!Jane hangs her head upon my breast,And you shall bring your stool and rest;This..
© William Wordsworth
Book Sixth [cambridge And The Alps]
THE leaves were fading when to Esthwaite's banksAnd the simplicities of cottage lifeI bade farewell; and, one among the youthWho, summoned by that..
© William Wordsworth
Ode To Lycoris. May 1817
IAN age hath been when Earth was proudOf lustre too intenseTo be sustained; and Mortals bowedThe front in self-defence.Who 'then', if Dian's crescent..
© William Wordsworth
Composed After A Journey Across The Hambleton Hills, Yorkshire
DARK and more dark the shades of evening fell;The wished-for point was reached--but at an hourWhen little could be gained from that rich dowerOf..
© William Wordsworth
Book Fourteenth [conclusion]
In one of those excursions (may they ne'erFade from remembrance!) through the Northern tractsOf Cambria ranging with a youthful friend,I left..
© William Wordsworth
Picture Of Daniel In The Lion's Den At Hamilton Palace
Amid a fertile region green with woodAnd fresh with rivers, well doth it becomeThe Ducal Owner, in his Palace-homeTo naturalise this tawny Lion..
© William Wordsworth
To The Daisy (First Poem)
"Her divine skill taught me this,That from every thing I sawI could some instruction draw,And raise pleasure to the heightThrough the meanest objects..
© William Wordsworth
November 1813
Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright,Our aged Sovereign sits, to the ebb and flowOf states and kingdoms, to their joy or woe,Insensible. He..
© William Wordsworth
The Prelude. (Book V )
WHEN Contemplation, like the night-calm feltThrough earth and sky, spreads widely, and sends deepInto the soul its tranquillising power,Even then I..
© William Wordsworth
September 1815
WHILE not a leaf seems faded; while the fields,With ripening harvest prodigally fair,In brightest sunshine bask; this nipping air,Sent from some..
© William Wordsworth
Hail, Twilight, Sovereign Of One Peaceful Hour
HAIL Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour!Not dull art Thou as undiscerning Night;But studious only to remove from sightDay's mutable..
© William Wordsworth
From The Italian Of Michael Angelo
YES! hope may with my strong desire keep pace,And I be undeluded, unbetrayed;For if of our affections none finds graceIn sight of Heaven, then..
© William Wordsworth
Here Pause: The Poet Claims At Least This Praise
HERE pause: the poet claims at least this praise,That virtuous Liberty hath been the scopeOf his pure song, which did not shrink from hopeIn the..
© William Wordsworth
I Grieved For Buonaparte
I GRIEVED for Buonaparte, with a vainAnd an unthinking grief! The tenderest moodOf that Man's mind--what can it be? what foodFed his first hopes?..
© William Wordsworth
Book Fourth [summer Vacation]
BRIGHT was the summer's noon when quickening stepsFollowed each other till a dreary moorWas crossed, a bare ridge clomb, upon whose topStanding..
© William Wordsworth
How Sweet It Is, When Mother Fancy Rocks
HOW sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocksThe wayward brain, to saunter through a wood!An old place, full of many a lovely brood,Tall trees, green..
© William Wordsworth
England! The Time Is Come When Thou Should’st Wean
ENGLAND! the time is come when thou should'st weanThy heart from its emasculating food;The truth should now be better understood;Old things have been..
© William Wordsworth
It Is No Spirit Who From Heaven Hath Flown
IT is no Spirit who from heaven hath flown,And is descending on his embassy;Nor Traveller gone from earth the heavens to espy!'Tis Hesperus--there he..
© William Wordsworth
The Wishing Gate
[In the vale of Grasmere, by the side of an old highwayleading to Ambleside, is a gate, which, from time out ofmind, has been called the..
© William Wordsworth
British Freedom
It is not to be thought of that the FloodOf British freedom, which, to the open seaOf the world's praise, from dark antiquityHath flowed, 'with pomp..
© William Wordsworth
Look Now On That Adventurer Who Hath Paid
LOOK now on that Adventurer who hath paidHis vows to Fortune; who, in cruel slightOf virtuous hope, of liberty, and right,Hath followed wheresoe'er a..
© William Wordsworth
Calais, August 15, 1802
FESTIVALS have I seen that were not names:This is young Buonaparte's natal day,And his is henceforth an established sway-Consul for life. With..
© William Wordsworth
Ode
IIMAGINATION--ne'er before content,But aye ascending, restless in her prideFrom all that martial feats could yieldTo her desires, or to her hopes..
© William Wordsworth
Emperors And Kings, How Oft Have Temples Rung
EMPERORS and Kings, how oft have temples rungWith impious thanksgiving, the Almighty's scorn!How oft above their altars have been hungTrophies that..
© William Wordsworth