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").
November 1813
Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright,Our aged Sovereign sits, to the ebb and flowOf states and kingdoms, to their joy or woe,Insensible. He..
© William Wordsworth
The Prelude. (Book V )
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
September 1815
WHILE not a leaf seems faded; while the fields,With ripening harvest prodigally fair,In brightest sunshine bask; this nipping air,Sent from some..
© William Wordsworth
Hail, Twilight, Sovereign Of One Peaceful Hour
HAIL Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour!Not dull art Thou as undiscerning Night;But studious only to remove from sightDay's mutable..
© William Wordsworth
From The Italian Of Michael Angelo
YES! hope may with my strong desire keep pace,And I be undeluded, unbetrayed;For if of our affections none finds graceIn sight of Heaven, then..
© William Wordsworth
Here Pause: The Poet Claims At Least This Praise
HERE pause: the poet claims at least this praise,That virtuous Liberty hath been the scopeOf his pure song, which did not shrink from hopeIn the..
© William Wordsworth
I Grieved For Buonaparte
I GRIEVED for Buonaparte, with a vainAnd an unthinking grief! The tenderest moodOf that Man's mind--what can it be? what foodFed his first hopes?..
© William Wordsworth
Book Fourth [summer Vacation]
BRIGHT was the summer's noon when quickening stepsFollowed each other till a dreary moorWas crossed, a bare ridge clomb, upon whose topStanding..
© William Wordsworth
How Sweet It Is, When Mother Fancy Rocks
HOW sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocksThe wayward brain, to saunter through a wood!An old place, full of many a lovely brood,Tall trees, green..
© William Wordsworth
England! The Time Is Come When Thou Should’st Wean
ENGLAND! the time is come when thou should'st weanThy heart from its emasculating food;The truth should now be better understood;Old things have been..
© William Wordsworth
It Is No Spirit Who From Heaven Hath Flown
IT is no Spirit who from heaven hath flown,And is descending on his embassy;Nor Traveller gone from earth the heavens to espy!'Tis Hesperus--there he..
© William Wordsworth
The Wishing Gate
[In the vale of Grasmere, by the side of an old highwayleading to Ambleside, is a gate, which, from time out ofmind, has been called the..
© William Wordsworth
British Freedom
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
Look Now On That Adventurer Who Hath Paid
LOOK now on that Adventurer who hath paidHis vows to Fortune; who, in cruel slightOf virtuous hope, of liberty, and right,Hath followed wheresoe'er a..
© William Wordsworth
Calais, August 15, 1802
FESTIVALS have I seen that were not names:This is young Buonaparte's natal day,And his is henceforth an established sway-Consul for life. With..
© William Wordsworth
Ode
IIMAGINATION--ne'er before content,But aye ascending, restless in her prideFrom all that martial feats could yieldTo her desires, or to her hopes..
© William Wordsworth
Emperors And Kings, How Oft Have Temples Rung
EMPERORS and Kings, how oft have temples rungWith impious thanksgiving, the Almighty's scorn!How oft above their altars have been hungTrophies that..
© William Wordsworth
Michael Angelo In Reply To The Passage Upon His Staute Of Sleeping Night
'Night Speaks'GRATEFUL is Sleep, my life in stone bound fast;More grateful still: while wrong and shame shall last,On me can Time no happier state..
© William Wordsworth
To A Distant Friend
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plantOf such weak fibre that the treacherous airOf absence withers what was once so fair?Is there no debt to pay..
© William Wordsworth
Book Seventh [residence In London]
SIX changeful years have vanished since I firstPoured out (saluted by that quickening breezeWhich met me issuing from the City's walls)A glad..
© William Wordsworth
Calais, August 1802
IS it a reed that's shaken by the wind,Or what is it that ye go forth to see?Lords, lawyers, statesmen, squires of low degree,Men known, and men..
© William Wordsworth
I Lost A World - The Other Day!
181I lost a World - the other day!Has Anybody found?You'll know it by the Row of StarsAround its forehead bound.A Rich man—might not notice it—Yet—to..
© Emily Dickinson
The Cricket Sang
The cricket sang,And set the sun,And workmen finished, one by one,Their seam the day upon.The low grass loaded with the dew,The twilight stood as..
© Emily Dickinson
Presentiment Is That Long Shadow On The Lawn
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawnIndicative that suns go down;The notice to the startled grassThat darkness is about to pass.
© Emily Dickinson
Snow Beneath Whose Chilly Softness
942Snow beneath whose chilly softnessSome that never layMake their first Repose this WinterI admonish TheeBlanket Wealthier the NeighborWe so new..
© Emily Dickinson