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").
Written In Very Early Youth
CALM is all nature as a resting wheel.The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,Is cropping audibly his later..
© William Wordsworth
September 1, 1802
WE had a female Passenger who cameFrom Calais with us, spotless in array,--A white-robed Negro, like a lady gay,Yet downcast as a woman fearing..
© William Wordsworth
Gipsies
Yet are they here the same unbroken knotOf human Beings, in the self-same spot!Men, women, children, yea the frameOf the whole spectacle the..
© William Wordsworth
Inscriptions For A Seat In The Groves Of Coleorton
BENEATH yon eastern ridge, the craggy bound,Rugged and high, of Charnwood's forest groundStand yet, but, Stranger! hidden from thy view,The ivied..
© William Wordsworth
Composed In The Valley Near Dover, On The Day Of Landing
HERE, on our native soil, we breathe once more.The cock that crows, the smoke that curls, that soundOf bells; those boys who in yon meadow-groundIn..
© William Wordsworth
The Waterfall And The Eglantine
'Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf,'Exclaimed an angry Voice,'Nor dare to thrust thy foolish selfBetween me and my choice!'A small Cascade fresh..
© William Wordsworth
To The Cuckoo
O BLITHE New-comer! I have heard,I hear thee and rejoice.O Cuckoo! Shall I call thee Bird,Or but a wandering Voice?While I am lying on the grassThy..
© William Wordsworth
From The Cuckoo And The Nightingale
IThe God of Love-'ah, benedicite!'How mighty and how great a Lord is he!For he of low hearts can make high, of highHe can make low, and unto death..
© William Wordsworth
Extract From The Conclusion Of A Poem Composed In Anticipation Of Leaving School
DEAR native regions, I foretell,From what I feel at this farewell,That, wheresoe'er my steps may tend,And whensoe'er my course shall end,If in that..
© William Wordsworth
Repentance
A PASTORAL BALLADTHE fields which with covetous spirit we sold,Those beautiful fields, the delight of the day,Would have brought us more good than a..
© William Wordsworth
Book Fifth-Books
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
Yes, It Was The Mountain Echo
YES, it was the mountain Echo,Solitary, clear, profound,Answering to the shouting Cuckoo,Giving to her sound for sound!Unsolicited replyTo a babbling..
© William Wordsworth
Louisa: After Accompanying Her On A Mountain Excursion
I MET Louisa in the shade,And, having seen that lovely Maid,Why should I fear to sayThat, nymph-like, she is fleet and strong,And down the rocks can..
© William Wordsworth
Valedictory Sonnet To The River Duddon
I THOUGHT of Thee, my partner and my guide, As being pass'd away.--Vain sympathies! For, backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes,I see what was, and..
© William Wordsworth
The Virgin
. Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrostWith the least shade of thought to sin allied.Woman! above all women glorified,Our tainted nature's solitary..
© William Wordsworth
Composed While The Author Was Engaged In Writing A Tract Occasioned By The Convention Of Cintra
NOT 'mid the world's vain objects that enslaveThe free-born Soul--that World whose vaunted skillIn selfish interest perverts the will,Whose factions..
© William Wordsworth
At Applewaite, Near Keswick 1804
BEAUMONT! it was thy wish that I should rearA seemly Cottage in this sunny Dell,On favoured ground, thy gift, where I might dwellIn neighbourhood..
© William Wordsworth
To A Sexton
Let thy wheel-barrow alone--Wherefore, Sexton, piling stillIn thy bone-house bone on bone?'Tis already like a hillIn a field of battle made,Where..
© William Wordsworth
To A Highland Girl (At Inversneyde, Upon Loch Lomond)
. Sweet Highland Girl, a very showerOf beauty is thy earthly dower!Twice seven consenting years have shedTheir utmost bounty on thy head:And these..
© William Wordsworth
'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love
'Tis said, that some have died for love:And here and there a churchyard grave is foundIn the cold north's unhallowed ground,Because the wretched man..
© William Wordsworth
The Two Thieves
O now that the genius of Bewick were mine,And the skill which he learned on the banks of the Tyne.Then the Muses might deal with me just as they..
© William Wordsworth
Even As A Dragon’s Eye That Feels The Stress
EVEN as a dragon's eye that feels the stressOf a bedimming sleep, or as a lampSuddenly glaring through sepulchral damp,So burns yon Taper 'mid a..
© William Wordsworth
Song At The Feast Of Brougham Castle Upon The Restoration O
High in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate,And Emont's murmur mingled with the Song.--The words of ancient time I thus translate,A festal strain..
© William Wordsworth
Power Of Music
AN Orpheus! an Orpheus! yes, Faith may grow bold,And take to herself all the wonders of old;--Near the stately Pantheon you'll meet with the sameIn..
© William Wordsworth
The Two April Mornings
We walked along, while bright and redUprose the morning sun;And Matthew stopped, he looked, and said,'The will of God be done!'A village schoolmaster..
© William Wordsworth