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").

Address To The Scholars Of The Village School Of ----

I come, ye little noisy Crew,Not long your pastime to prevent;I heard the blessing which to youOur common Friend and Father sent.I kissed his cheek..

© William Wordsworth

Personal Talk

II AM not One who much or oft delightTo season my fireside with personal talk.--Of friends, who live within an easy walk,Or neighbours, daily..

© William Wordsworth

The Idiot Boy

'Tis eight o'clock,--a clear March night,The moon is up,--the sky is blue,The owlet, in the moonlight air,Shouts from nobody knows where;He lengthens..

© William Wordsworth

To A Butterfly

STAY near me---do not take thy flight!A little longer stay in sight!Much converse do I find I thee,Historian of my infancy !Float near me; do not yet..

© William Wordsworth

I Travelled Among Unknown Men

I travelled among unknown menIn lands beyond the sea;Nor, England! did I know till thenWhat love I bore to thee.'Tis past, that melancholy dream!Nor..

© William Wordsworth

Lucy I

STRANGE fits of passion have I known: And I will dare to tell,But in the lover's ear alone, What once to me befell.When she I loved look'd every..

© William Wordsworth

The Childless Father

'Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away!Not a soul in the village this morning will stay;The hare has just started from Hamilton's grounds,And..

© William Wordsworth

Composed During A Storm

One who was suffering tumult in his soul,Yet failed to seek the sure relief of prayer,Went forth--his course surrendering to the careOf the fierce..

© William Wordsworth

Most Sweet It Is

. Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyesTo pace the ground, if path be there or none,While a fair region round the traveller liesWhich he forbears..

© William Wordsworth

A Sketch

The little hedgerow birds,That peck along the road, regard him not.He travels on, and in his face, his step,His gait, is one expression; every..

© William Wordsworth

Influence Of Natural Objects

Wisdom and Spirit of the universe!Thou Soul, that art the Eternity of thought!And giv'st to forms and images a breathAnd everlasting motion! not in..

© William Wordsworth

Address To Kilchurn Castle, Upon Loch Awe

CHILD of loud-throated War! the mountain StreamRoars in thy hearing; but thy hour of restIs come, and thou art silent in thy age;Save when the wind..

© William Wordsworth

An Evening Walk, Addressed To A Young Lady

The young Lady to whom this was addressed was my Sister. It wascomposed at school, and during my two first College vacations.There is not an image in..

© William Wordsworth

Written In Early Spring

I heard a thousand blended notesWhile in a grove I sat reclined,In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughtsBring sad thoughts to the mind.To her fair..

© William Wordsworth

Nuns Fret Not At Their Convent's Narrow Room

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 wheel..

© William Wordsworth

Desideria

SURPRISED by joy--impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport--O! with whom But Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb,That spot which no..

© William Wordsworth

Animal Tranquillity And Decay

The little hedgerow birds,That peck along the roads, regard him not.He travels on, and in his face, his step,His gait, is one expression: every..

© William Wordsworth

It Is A Beauteous Evening

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,The holy time is quiet as a nunBreathless with adoration; the broad sunIs sinking down in its..

© William Wordsworth

Lucy Iii

I TRAVELL'D among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea;Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee.'Tis past, that melancholy..

© William Wordsworth

A Fact, And An Imagination, Or, Canute And Alfred, On The Seashore

THE Danish Conqueror, on his royal chair,Mustering a face of haughty sovereignty,To aid a covert purpose, cried--'O yeApproaching Waters of the deep..

© William Wordsworth

Expostulation And Reply

"Why, William, on that old grey stone,Thus for the length of half a day,Why, William, sit you thus alone,And dream your time away?"Where are your..

© William Wordsworth

Nutting

It seems a day(I speak of one from many singled out)One of those heavenly days that cannot die;When, in the eagerness of boyish..

© William Wordsworth

London, 1802

Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour;England hath need of thee: she is a fenOf stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,Fireside, the heroic..

© William Wordsworth

The Birth Of Love

When Love was born of heavenly line,What dire intrigues disturbed Cythera's joy!Till Venus cried, 'A mother's heart is mine;None but myself shall..

© William Wordsworth

A Gravestone Upon The Floor In The Cloisters Of Worcester Cathedral

'MISERRIMUS,' and neither name nor date,Prayer, text, or symbol, graven upon the stone;Nought but that word assigned to the unknown,That solitary..

© William Wordsworth