The poetry of William Wordsworth
Wordsworth, William, 1770-1850
The poetry of William Wordsworth - 254 pages - Essentials poetry collection : best loved works from our greatest poets .
Includes index.
Written in very early youth An evening walk The reverie of poor Susan Lines left upon a seat in a yew-tree A night-piece Lines written at a small distance from my house We are seven A whirl-blast from behind the hill Good Blake and Harry Gill Her eyes are wild Lines written in early spring The tables turned Lines written in early spring The tables turned Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey A slumber did my spirit seal The two thieves Nutting A poet's epitaph Strange fits of passion have I known She dwelt among the untrodden ways Simon Lee : the old huntsman I travelled among unknown men Three years she grew in sun and shower The fountain Lucy Gray Ruth On nature's invitation do I come Bleak season was it, turbulent and bleak Hart-leap well It was an April morning : fresh and clear There is an eminence, —of these our hills A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags 'Tis said, that some have died for love Michael The sparrow's nest The sun has long been set Composed upon Westminster Bridge Character of the happy warrior Calais, August, 1802 It is a beauteous evening, calm and free On the extinction of the Venetian Republic London, 1802 Great men have been among us To a butterfly My heart leaps up when I behold It is not to be thought of that the flood When I have borne in memory what has tamed To H. C. Who fancied what a pretty sight The solitary reaper Yarrow unvisited England! The time is come when thou shoud'st wean To the men of Kent, October 1803 The green linnet It is no spirit who from heaven hath flown She was a Phantom of delight I wandered lonely as a cloud The affliction of Margaret The forsaken Repentance French revolution Ode to duty To a sky-lark Elegiac Stanzas When, to the attraction of the busy world Stray pleasures Power of music Star-gazers Yes, it was mountain echo Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room Admonition How sweet it is, when mother fancy rocks Those words were uttered as in pensive mood With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the sky The world is too much with us, late and soon With ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne Ode : intimations of immorality Brook, that hast been my solace days and weeks And is it among rude untutored Dales O'er the wide earth on mountain and on plain The power of armies is a visible thing Laodamia The fairest, brightest, hues of ether fade Weak is the will of man, his judgment blind Hail, twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour Even as a dragon's eye that feels the stress Suprised by joy—impatient as the wind The pilgrims dream The stars are mansions built by nature's hand From this deep chasm, where quivering sunbeams play Mutability Not love, not war, nor the tumultuous swell The wishing gate On the power of sound Calm is the fragrant air The somnambulist Four fiery steed impatient of the rein Scorn not the sonnet Airey-force valley Most sweet it is I know an aged man constrained to dwell The unremitting voice of nightly streams
9781788885201
English poetry--19th century
821
The poetry of William Wordsworth - 254 pages - Essentials poetry collection : best loved works from our greatest poets .
Includes index.
Written in very early youth An evening walk The reverie of poor Susan Lines left upon a seat in a yew-tree A night-piece Lines written at a small distance from my house We are seven A whirl-blast from behind the hill Good Blake and Harry Gill Her eyes are wild Lines written in early spring The tables turned Lines written in early spring The tables turned Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey A slumber did my spirit seal The two thieves Nutting A poet's epitaph Strange fits of passion have I known She dwelt among the untrodden ways Simon Lee : the old huntsman I travelled among unknown men Three years she grew in sun and shower The fountain Lucy Gray Ruth On nature's invitation do I come Bleak season was it, turbulent and bleak Hart-leap well It was an April morning : fresh and clear There is an eminence, —of these our hills A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags 'Tis said, that some have died for love Michael The sparrow's nest The sun has long been set Composed upon Westminster Bridge Character of the happy warrior Calais, August, 1802 It is a beauteous evening, calm and free On the extinction of the Venetian Republic London, 1802 Great men have been among us To a butterfly My heart leaps up when I behold It is not to be thought of that the flood When I have borne in memory what has tamed To H. C. Who fancied what a pretty sight The solitary reaper Yarrow unvisited England! The time is come when thou shoud'st wean To the men of Kent, October 1803 The green linnet It is no spirit who from heaven hath flown She was a Phantom of delight I wandered lonely as a cloud The affliction of Margaret The forsaken Repentance French revolution Ode to duty To a sky-lark Elegiac Stanzas When, to the attraction of the busy world Stray pleasures Power of music Star-gazers Yes, it was mountain echo Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room Admonition How sweet it is, when mother fancy rocks Those words were uttered as in pensive mood With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the sky The world is too much with us, late and soon With ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne Ode : intimations of immorality Brook, that hast been my solace days and weeks And is it among rude untutored Dales O'er the wide earth on mountain and on plain The power of armies is a visible thing Laodamia The fairest, brightest, hues of ether fade Weak is the will of man, his judgment blind Hail, twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour Even as a dragon's eye that feels the stress Suprised by joy—impatient as the wind The pilgrims dream The stars are mansions built by nature's hand From this deep chasm, where quivering sunbeams play Mutability Not love, not war, nor the tumultuous swell The wishing gate On the power of sound Calm is the fragrant air The somnambulist Four fiery steed impatient of the rein Scorn not the sonnet Airey-force valley Most sweet it is I know an aged man constrained to dwell The unremitting voice of nightly streams
9781788885201
English poetry--19th century
821