William Wordsworth

O
HE New-comer
I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice

I travelled among unknown men,         In lands beyond the sea;
Nor,
England
did I know till then        What love I bore to thee

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...

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...

Departing summer hath
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;
That calls from yonder leafy

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...

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, ...

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

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...

———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...

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,

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;

I marvel how Nature could ever find space For so many strange contrasts in one human face:
There's thought and no thought, and there's paleness and bloom And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom
There's weakness, and strength both...

I
RD a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant

The peace which others seek they find;
The heaviest storms not longest last;
Heaven grants even to the guiltiest
An amnesty for what is past;

—It seems a day (I speak of one from many singled out) One of those heavenly days that cannot die; When, in the eagerness of boyish hope, I left our cottage-threshold, sallying forth With a huge wallet o'er my shoulders slung, A nutting-crook in h...