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 And The Spanish Guerillas
HUNGER, and sultry heat, and nipping blastFrom bleak hill-top, and length of march by nightThrough heavy swamp, or over snow-clad height--These..
© William Wordsworth
To The Daisy (Fourth Poem)
Sweet Flower! belike one day to haveA place upon thy Poet's grave,I welcome thee once more:But He, who was on land, at sea,My Brother, too, in loving..
© William Wordsworth
To The Daisy (Third Poem)
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
To May
THOUGH many suns have risen and setSince thou, blithe May, wert born,And Bards, who hailed thee, may forgetThy gift, thy beauty scorn;There are who..
© William Wordsworth
Sonnet: On Seeing Miss Helen Maria Williams Weep At A Tale Of Distress
She wept.--Life's purple tide began to flowIn languid streams through every thrilling vein;Dim were my swimming eyes--my pulse beat slow,And my full..
© William Wordsworth
The Sonnet Ii
SCORN not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frown'd, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlock'd his heart; the melodyOf this..
© William Wordsworth
Spanish Guerillas
THEY seek, are sought; to daily battle led,Shrink not, though far outnumbered by their Foes,For they have learnt to open and to closeThe ridges of..
© William Wordsworth
The Fairest, Brightest, Hues Of Ether Fade
The fairest, brightest, hues of ether fade;The sweetest notes must terminate and die;O Friend! thy flute has breathed a harmonySoftly resounded..
© William Wordsworth
The Emigrant Mother
ONCE in a lonely hamlet I sojournedIn which a Lady driven from France did dwell;The big and lesser griefs with which she mourned,In friendship she to..
© William Wordsworth
There Is A Bondage Worse, Far Worse, To Bear
THERE is a bondage worse, far worse, to bearThan his who breathes, by roof, and floor, and wall,Pent in, a Tyrant's solitary Thrall:'Tis his who..
© William Wordsworth
To The Daisy
IN youth from rock to rock I wentFrom hill to hill in discontentOf pleasure high and turbulent,Most pleased when most uneasy;But now my own delights..
© William Wordsworth
To A Young Lady Who Had Been Reproached For Taking Long Walks In The Country
DEAR Child of Nature, let them rail!--There is a nest in a green dale,A harbour and a hold;Where thou, a Wife and Friend, shalt seeThy own..
© William Wordsworth
Stray Pleasures
BY their floating mill,That lies dead and still,Behold yon Prisoners three,The Miller with two Dames, on the breast of the Thames!The platform is..
© William Wordsworth
To The Same Flower (Second Poem)
With little here to do or seeOf things that in the great world be,Daisy! again I talk to thee,For thou art worthy,Thou unassuming Common-placeOf..
© William Wordsworth
The Eagle And The Dove
SHADE of Caractacus, if spirits loveThe cause they fought for in their earthly homeTo see the Eagle ruffled by the DoveMay soothe thy memory of the..
© William Wordsworth
O’erweening Statesmen Have Full Long Relied
O'ERWEENING Statesmen have full long reliedOn fleets and armies, and external wealth:But from 'within' proceeds a Nation's health;Which shall not..
© William Wordsworth
Book Twelfth [imagination And Taste, How Impaired And Restored ]
LONG time have human ignorance and guiltDetained us, on what spectacles of woeCompelled to look, and inwardly oppressedWith sorrow, disappointment..
© William Wordsworth
The Sailor's Mother
ONE morning (raw it was and wet---A foggy day in winter time)A Woman on the road I met,Not old, though something past her prime:Majestic in her..
© William Wordsworth
Sonnet:
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
Who Fancied What A Pretty Sight
WHO fancied what a pretty sightThis Rock would be if edged aroundWith living snow-drops? circlet bright!How glorious to this orchard-ground!Who loved..
© William Wordsworth
The Farmer Of Tilsbury Vale
'TIS not for the unfeeling, the falsely refined,The squeamish in taste, and the narrow of mind,And the small critic wielding his delicate pen,That I..
© William Wordsworth
The Longest Day
Let us quit the leafy arbor,And the torrent murmuring by;For the sun is in his harbor,Weary of the open sky.Evening now unbinds the fettersFashioned..
© William Wordsworth
The Seven Sisters
Or, The Solitude Of BinnorieSEVEN Daughter had Lord Archibald,All children of one mother:You could not say in one short dayWhat love they bore each..
© William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 I. Departure From The Vale Of Grasmere, August 1803
THE gentlest Shade that walked Elysian plainsMight sometimes covet dissoluble chains;Even for the tenants of the zone that liesBeyond the stars..
© William Wordsworth
Book Thirteenth [imagination And Taste, How Impaired And Restored Concluded]
FROM Nature doth emotion come, and moodsOf calmness equally are Nature's gift:This is her glory; these two attributesAre sister horns that constitute..
© William Wordsworth