
William Wordsworth
Dion [See Plutarch]
Serene, and fitted to embrace, Where'er he turned, a swan-like grace Of haughtiness without pretence, And to unfold a still magnificence, Was princely Dion, in the power And beauty of his happier hour
And what pure homage then did wait On Dio...
Composed Upon Westminster Bridge September 3 1802
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass byA sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment,
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
September 1819
Departing summer hath
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;
That calls from yonder leafy
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
A Complaint
There is a change—and I am poor;
Your love hath been, nor long ago,
A fountain at my fond heart's door,
Whose only business was to flow;
Most Sweet it is
Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes To pace the ground, if path be there or none, While a fair region round the traveller lies Which he forbears again to look upon; Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene, The work of Fancy, or some happy tone...
A Night-Piece
———The sky is overcast With a continuous cloud of texture close,
Heavy and wan, all whitened by the Moon,
Which through that veil is indistinctly seen,
A dull, contracted circle, yielding light So feebly spread, that not a shadow fa...
I Travelled among Unknown Men
I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea;
Nor,
England
did I know till then What love I bore to thee
Written in March
The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising;
There are...
To The Cuckoo
O
HE New-comer
I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice
A Slumber did my Spirit Seal
A slumber did my spirit seal; I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years
No motion has she now, no force; She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, a...
Yarrow Unvisited
From Stirling castle we had seen The mazy Forth unravelled; Had trod the banks of Clyde, and Tay, And with the Tweed had travelled; And when we came to Clovenford, Then said my "winsome Marrow ," "Whate'er betide, we'll turn aside, ...