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").
Extract From The Conclusion Of A Poem Composed In Anticipation Of Leaving School
DEAR native regions, I foretell,From what I feel at this farewell,That, wheresoe'er my steps may tend,And whensoe'er my course shall end,If in that..
© William Wordsworth
Repentance
A PASTORAL BALLADTHE fields which with covetous spirit we sold,Those beautiful fields, the delight of the day,Would have brought us more good than a..
© William Wordsworth
Book Fifth-Books
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
Yes, It Was The Mountain Echo
YES, it was the mountain Echo,Solitary, clear, profound,Answering to the shouting Cuckoo,Giving to her sound for sound!Unsolicited replyTo a babbling..
© William Wordsworth
Louisa: After Accompanying Her On A Mountain Excursion
I MET Louisa in the shade,And, having seen that lovely Maid,Why should I fear to sayThat, nymph-like, she is fleet and strong,And down the rocks can..
© William Wordsworth
Valedictory Sonnet To The River Duddon
I THOUGHT of Thee, my partner and my guide, As being pass'd away.--Vain sympathies! For, backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes,I see what was, and..
© William Wordsworth
The Virgin
. Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrostWith the least shade of thought to sin allied.Woman! above all women glorified,Our tainted nature's solitary..
© William Wordsworth
Composed While The Author Was Engaged In Writing A Tract Occasioned By The Convention Of Cintra
NOT 'mid the world's vain objects that enslaveThe free-born Soul--that World whose vaunted skillIn selfish interest perverts the will,Whose factions..
© William Wordsworth
At Applewaite, Near Keswick 1804
BEAUMONT! it was thy wish that I should rearA seemly Cottage in this sunny Dell,On favoured ground, thy gift, where I might dwellIn neighbourhood..
© William Wordsworth
To A Sexton
Let thy wheel-barrow alone--Wherefore, Sexton, piling stillIn thy bone-house bone on bone?'Tis already like a hillIn a field of battle made,Where..
© William Wordsworth
To A Highland Girl (At Inversneyde, Upon Loch Lomond)
. Sweet Highland Girl, a very showerOf beauty is thy earthly dower!Twice seven consenting years have shedTheir utmost bounty on thy head:And these..
© William Wordsworth
'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love
'Tis said, that some have died for love:And here and there a churchyard grave is foundIn the cold north's unhallowed ground,Because the wretched man..
© William Wordsworth
The Two Thieves
O now that the genius of Bewick were mine,And the skill which he learned on the banks of the Tyne.Then the Muses might deal with me just as they..
© William Wordsworth
Even As A Dragon’s Eye That Feels The Stress
EVEN as a dragon's eye that feels the stressOf a bedimming sleep, or as a lampSuddenly glaring through sepulchral damp,So burns yon Taper 'mid a..
© William Wordsworth
Song At The Feast Of Brougham Castle Upon The Restoration O
High in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate,And Emont's murmur mingled with the Song.--The words of ancient time I thus translate,A festal strain..
© William Wordsworth
Power Of Music
AN Orpheus! an Orpheus! yes, Faith may grow bold,And take to herself all the wonders of old;--Near the stately Pantheon you'll meet with the sameIn..
© William Wordsworth
The Two April Mornings
We walked along, while bright and redUprose the morning sun;And Matthew stopped, he looked, and said,'The will of God be done!'A village schoolmaster..
© William Wordsworth
To My Sister
It is the first mild day of March:Each minute sweeter than beforeThe redbreast sings from the tall larchThat stands beside our door.There is a..
© William Wordsworth
Song For The Wandering Jew
Though the torrents from their fountainsRoar down many a craggy steep,Yet they find among the mountainsResting-places calm and deep.Clouds that love..
© William Wordsworth
The Sparrow's Nest
BEHOLD, within the leafy shade,Those bright blue eggs together laid!On me the chance-discovered sightGleamed like a vision of delight.I..
© William Wordsworth
September, 1819
. Departing summer hath assumedAn aspect tenderly illumed,The gentlest look of spring;That calls from yonder leafy shadeUnfaded, yet prepared to..
© William Wordsworth
Bothwell Castle
Immured in Bothwell's Towers, at times the Brave(So beautiful is the Clyde) forgot to mournThe liberty they lost at Bannockburn.Once on those..
© William Wordsworth
Incident Characteristic Of A Favorite Dog
ON his morning rounds the MasterGoes to learn how all things fare;Searches pasture after pasture,Sheep and cattle eyes with care;And, for silence or..
© William Wordsworth
To Joanna
Amid the smoke of cities did you passThe time of early youth; and there you learned,From years of quiet industry, to loveThe living Beings by your..
© William Wordsworth
Young England--What Is Then Become Of Old
YOUNG ENGLAND--what is then become of OldOf dear Old England? Think they she is dead,Dead to the very name? Presumption fedOn empty air! That name..
© William Wordsworth