TY  - BOOK
AU  - Wordsworth,William
TI  - The poetry of William Wordsworth
T2  - Essentials poetry collection : best loved works from our greatest poets
SN  - 9781788885201
U1  - 821 
PY  - 2019///
CY  - London
PB  - Arcturus Publishing
KW  - English poetry
KW  - 19th century
N1  - 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
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