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").

Rural Architecture

There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald Shore,Three rosy-cheeked school-boys, the highest not moreThan the height of a counsellor's..

© William Wordsworth

Yarrow Revisited

. The gallant Youth, who may have gained,Or seeks, a "winsome Marrow,"Was but an Infant in the lapWhen first I looked on Yarrow;Once more, by..

© William Wordsworth

Oak And The Broom, The: A Pastoral Poem

IHis simple truths did Andrew gleanBeside the babbling rills;A careful student he had beenAmong the woods and hills.One winter's night, when through..

© William Wordsworth

In Due Observance Of An Ancient Rite

IN due observance of an ancient rite,The rude Biscayans, when their children lieDead in the sinless time of infancy,Attire the peaceful corse in..

© William Wordsworth

November, 1806

. Another year!--another deadly blow!Another mighty Empire overthrown!And We are left, or shall be left, alone;The last that dare to struggle with..

© William Wordsworth

Hart-Leap Well

The Knight had ridden down from Wensley MoorWith the slow motion of a summer's cloud,And now, as he approached a vassal's door,"Bring forth another..

© William Wordsworth

England Ii

MILTON! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,Fireside, the..

© William Wordsworth

For The Spot Where The Hermitage Stood On St. Herbert's Island, Derwentwater.

If thou in the dear love of some one FriendHast been so happy that thou know'st what thoughtsWill sometimes in the happiness of loveMake the heart..

© William Wordsworth

Peter Bell, A Tale

PROLOGUEThere's something in a flying horse,There's something in a huge balloon;But through the clouds I'll never floatUntil I have a little..

© William Wordsworth

Yew-Trees

There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale,Which to this day stands single, in the midstOf its own darkness, as it stood of yore:Not loathe to furnish..

© William Wordsworth

Alice Fell, Or Poverty

THE post-boy drove with fierce career,For threatening clouds the moon had drowned;When, as we hurried on, my earWas smitten with a startling sound.As..

© William Wordsworth

The Last Of The Flock

IIn distant countries have I been,And yet I have not often seenA healthy man, a man full grown,Weep in the public roads, alone.But such a one, on..

© William Wordsworth

Written With A Pencil Upon A Stone In The Wall Of The House, On The Island At Grasmere

Rude is this Edifice, and Thou hast seenBuildings, albeit rude, that have maintainedProportions more harmonious, and approachedTo closer fellowship..

© William Wordsworth

Ode Composed On A May Morning

WHILE from the purpling east departsThe star that led the dawn,Blithe Flora from her couch upstarts,For May is on the lawn.A quickening hope, a..

© William Wordsworth

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

Inside Of King's College Chapel, Cambridge

. Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense,With ill-matched aims the Architect who planned--Albeit labouring for a scanty bandOf white-robed..

© William Wordsworth

Lines Left Upon A Seat In A Yew-Tree

Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree standsFar from all human dwelling: what if hereNo sparkling rivulet spread the verdant herb?What if the..

© William Wordsworth

Elegiac Stanzas Suggested By A Picture Of Peele Castle

. I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile!Four summer weeks I dwelt in sight of thee:I saw thee every day; and all the whileThy Form was sleeping..

© William Wordsworth

England V

WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamed Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts depart When men change swords for ledgers, and desertThe..

© William Wordsworth

Inscriptions Written With A Slate Pencil Upon A Stone

THE LARGEST OF A HEAP LYING NEAR A DESERTED QUARRY, UPON ONE OF THE ISLANDS AT RYDALStranger! this hillock of mis-shapen stonesIs not a Ruin spared..

© William Wordsworth

Laodamia

. "With sacrifice before the rising mornVows have I made by fruitless hope inspired;And from the infernal Gods, 'mid shades forlornOf night, my..

© William Wordsworth

Lines Written As A School Exercise At Hawkshead, Anno Aetatis

'And has the Sun his flaming chariot drivenTwo hundred times around the ring of heaven,Since Science first, with all her sacred train,Beneath yon..

© William Wordsworth

The Danish Boy: A Fragment

IBetween two sister moorland rillsThere is a spot that seems to lieSacred to flowerets of the hills,And sacred to the sky.And in this smooth and open..

© William Wordsworth

Dion

. See Plutarch.Serene, and fitted to embrace,Where'er he turned, a swan-like graceOf haughtiness without pretence,And to unfold a still..

© William Wordsworth

Surprised By Joy

Surprised By JoySurprised by joy — impatient as the WindI turned to share the transport--Oh! with whomBut Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb,That..

© William Wordsworth