William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

Comments about William Wordsworth

  • Gokul Krishnan (7/3/2014 5:46:00 AM)

    Wordsworth is a poet who could make a difference in my mood, his poems are too gentle.

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  • Anamta Ali Pasha Anamta Ali Pasha (7/2/2014 2:50:00 AM)

    Its my favourite poet..........ever in english poetry.......

  • S B (5/5/2014 5:41:00 PM)

    amazing poet! A Character is a very good one of his

  • Elena Pfeifer (3/28/2014 5:01:00 AM)

    I am going to learn this poem by heart (as in the 60´s in high school!) to refresh my mind and soul. What a beautiful trip down memory lane!

  • John Tatum John Tatum (2/12/2014 2:19:00 AM)

    The rhyme scheme of this sonnet is unusual...does anyone know the name of this particular one?

  • Zohaib Khan (10/25/2013 2:51:00 PM)

    wen ever i read william poems refresh my childhood memories..nice poems ever green

  • Aparna Ajay (8/29/2013 7:48:00 AM)

    His poems are amazing! Who is the one who uploaded them?

  • Vineet Chhikara Vineet Chhikara (5/27/2013 1:42:00 AM)

    Have a look at my poems... and rate them... i am sure you will like them.... :)

  • Seon King (4/29/2013 7:31:00 AM)

    this is a beautiful poem my aunt use to tell me this poem everyday she tells that in this poem the poet describes a lot about nature and she loves this poem so much but now she is dead the last word on her mouth was daffodils

  • Selim Reza (1/12/2013 4:27:00 AM)

    He is often called the poet of nature. No poet is so successful like him in composing poems on nature.he loved nature.he had the quality of pantieism that is so much familier to us.

Best Poem of William Wordsworth

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud (Daffodils)

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I ...

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The Mother's Return

A MONTH, sweet Little-ones, is past
Since your dear Mother went away,---
And she tomorrow will return;
Tomorrow is the happy day.

O blessed tidings! thought of joy!
The eldest heard with steady glee;
Silent he stood; then laughed amain,---
And shouted, ' Mother, come to me!'

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