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").
The French Army In Russia, 1812-13
HUMANITY, delighting to beholdA fond reflection of her own decay,Hath painted Winter like a traveller old,Propped on a staff, and, through the sullen..
© William Wordsworth
Thought Of A Briton On The Subjugation Of Switzerland
TWO Voices are there; one is of the sea,One of the mountains; each a mighty Voice:In both from age to age thou didst rejoice,They were thy chosen..
© William Wordsworth
To Lady Beaumont
LADY! the songs of Spring were in the groveWhile I was shaping beds for winter flowers;While I was planting green unfading bowers,And shrubs--to hang..
© William Wordsworth
Those Words Were Uttered As In Pensive Mood
THOSE words were uttered as in pensive moodWe turned, departing from that solemn sight:A contrast and reproach to gross delight,And life's..
© William Wordsworth
The Force Of Prayer, Or, The Founding Of Bolton, A Tradition
'What is good for a bootless bene?'With these dark words begins my Tale;And their meaning is, whence can comfort springWhen Prayer is of no..
© William Wordsworth
The Horn Of Egremont Castle
ERE the Brothers through the gatewayIssued forth with old and young,To the Horn Sir Eustace pointedWhich for ages there had hung.Horn it was which..
© William Wordsworth
The Idle Shepherd Boys
The valley rings with mirth and joy;Among the hills the echoes playA never never ending song,To welcome in the May.The magpie chatters with..
© William Wordsworth
To M.H.
Our walk was far among the ancient trees:There was no road, nor any woodman's path;But a thick umbrage--checking the wild growthOf weed and sapling..
© William Wordsworth
Upon The Sight Of A Beautiful Picture Painted By Sir G. H. Beaumont, Bart
PRAISED be the Art whose subtle power could stayYon cloud, and fix it in that glorious shape;Nor would permit the thin smoke to escape,Nor those..
© William Wordsworth
Upon The Same Event
WHEN, far and wide, swift as the beams of mornThe tidings past of servitude repealed,And of that joy which shook the Isthmian Field,The rough..
© William Wordsworth
The Primrose Of The Rock
A Rock there is whose homely frontThe passing traveller slights;Yet there the glow-worms hang their lamps,Like stars, at various heights;And one coy..
© William Wordsworth
The Power Of Armies Is A Visible Thing
The power of Armies is a visible thing,Formal, and circumscribed in time and space;But who the limits of that power shall traceWhich a brave People..
© William Wordsworth
When I Have Borne In Memory
WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamedGreat Nations, how ennobling thoughts departWhen men change swords for ledgers, and desertThe student's..
© William Wordsworth
Where Lies The Land To Which Yon Ship Must Go?
WHERE lies the Land to which yon Ship must go?Fresh as a lark mounting at break of day,Festively she puts forth in trim array;Is she for tropic suns..
© William Wordsworth
Upon The Punishment Of Death
YE brood of conscience--Spectres! that frequentThe bad Man's restless walk, and haunt his bed--Fiends in your aspect, yet beneficentIn act, as..
© William Wordsworth
When To The Attractions Of The Busy World
WHEN, to the attractions of the busy world,Preferring studious leisure, I had chosenA habitation in this peaceful Vale,Sharp season followed of..
© William Wordsworth
The Stars Are Mansions Built By Nature's Hand
The stars are mansions built by Nature's hand,And, haply, there the spirits of the blestDwell, clothed in radiance, their immortal vest;Huge Ocean..
© William Wordsworth
Vernal Ode
IBENEATH the concave of an April sky,When all the fields with freshest green were dight,Appeared, in presence of the spiritual eyeThat aids or..
© William Wordsworth
To Dora
''A little onward lend thy guiding handTo these dark steps, a little further on!''--What trick of memory to 'my' voice hath broughtThis mournful..
© William Wordsworth
To Sleep
FOND words have oft been spoken to thee, Sleep!And thou hast had thy store of tenderest names;The very sweetest, Fancy culls or frames,When..
© William Wordsworth
To H. C.
SIX YEARS OLDO THOU! whose fancies from afar are brought;Who of thy words dost make a mock apparel,And fittest to unutterable thoughtThe breeze-like..
© William Wordsworth
Vaudracour And Julia
O HAPPY time of youthful lovers (thusMy story may begin) O balmy time,In which a love-knot on a lady's browIs fairer than the fairest star in..
© William Wordsworth
To The Daisy (2)
BRIGHT Flower! whose home is everywhere,Bold in maternal Nature's care,And all the long year through the heirOf joy or sorrow;Methinks that there..
© William Wordsworth
The Germans On The Heighs Of Hochheim
ABRUPTLY paused the strife;--the field throughoutResting upon his arms each warrior stood,Checked in the very act and deed of blood,With breath..
© William Wordsworth
Weak Is The Will Of Man, His Judgement Blind
'WEAK is the will of Man, his judgment blind;'Remembrance persecutes, and Hope betrays;'Heavy is woe;--and joy, for human-kind,'A mournful thing, so..
© William Wordsworth