William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

William Wordsworth Poems

1. Young England--What Is Then Become Of Old 4/5/2010
2. Yew-Trees 4/5/2010
3. Yes, It Was The Mountain Echo 4/5/2010
4. Yes! Thou Art Fair, Yet Be Not Moved 4/5/2010
5. Yarrow Visited 1/3/2003
6. Yarrow Unvisited 1/1/2004
7. Yarrow Revisited 1/1/2004
8. Written With A Pencil Upon A Stone In The Wall Of The House, On The Island At Grasmere 12/31/2002
9. Written Upon A Blank Leaf In 4/5/2010
10. Written In Very Early Youth 4/5/2010
11. Written In March 1/3/2003
12. Written In London. September, 1802 1/1/2004
13. Written In Germany, On One Of The Coldest Days Of The Century 12/31/2002
14. Written In Early Spring 1/3/2003
15. Written In A Blank Leaf Of Macpherson's Ossian 4/5/2010
16. With Ships The Sea Was Sprinkled Far And Nigh 12/31/2002
17. With Ships The Sea Was Sprinkled 5/17/2001
18. With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st The Sky 1/3/2003
19. Who Fancied What A Pretty Sight 4/5/2010
20. Where Lies The Land To Which Yon Ship Must Go? 4/5/2010
21. When To The Attractions Of The Busy World 4/5/2010
22. When I Have Borne In Memory 4/5/2010
23. Weak Is The Will Of Man, His Judgement Blind 4/5/2010
24. We Are Seven 12/31/2002
25. Water-Fowl Observed Frequently Over The Lakes Of Rydal And Grasmere 4/5/2010
26. View From The Top Of Black Comb 4/5/2010
27. Vernal Ode 4/5/2010
28. Vaudracour And Julia 4/5/2010
29. Valedictory Sonnet To The River Duddon 1/4/2003
30. Upon Westminster Bridge 1/4/2003
31. Upon The Sight Of A Beautiful Picture Painted By Sir G. H. Beaumont, Bart 4/5/2010
32. Upon The Same Event 4/5/2010
33. Upon The Punishment Of Death 4/5/2010
34. Upon Perusing The Forgoing Epistle Thirty Years After Its Composition 4/5/2010
35. Troilus And Cresida 4/5/2010
36. Tribute To The Memory Of The Same Dog 4/5/2010
37. Translation Of Part Of The First Book Of The Aeneid 4/5/2010
38. To Thomas Clarkson 4/5/2010
39. To The Supreme Being From The Italian Of Michael Angelo 4/5/2010
40. To The Spade Of A Friend (An Agriculturist) 4/5/2010
Best Poem of William Wordsworth

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

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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