Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant …
William Wordsworth
There is a change—and I am poor; …
A poet!—He hath put his heart to school, …
A slumber did my spirit seal; …
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he …
Earth has not any thing to show more fair: …
I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile! …
When first, descending from the moorlands, …
—Was it for this …
Thus far, O Friend! have we, though leaving much …
I travelled among unknown men, …
I wandered lonely as a cloud …
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! …
Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense, …
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, …
It is not to be thought of that the Flood …
"With sacrifice before the rising morn …
Five years have past; five summers, with the length …
I heard a thousand blended notes, …
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: …
Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes …
From low to high doth dissolution climb, …
Another year!—another deadly blow! …
Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room; …
—It seems a day …
These times strike monied worldlings with dismay: …
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God! …
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, …
A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain, …
Once did She hold the gorgeous east in fee; …
There was a roaring in the wind all night; …
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, …
Departing summer hath assumed …
She dwelt among the untrodden ways …
She was a Phantom of delight …
In the sweet shire of Cardigan, …
High in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate, …
I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide, …
Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind …
Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy! …
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed …
The power of Armies is a visible thing, …
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, …
—Brook and road …
Behold her, single in the field, …
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books; …
I …
Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost …
The world is too much with us; late and soon, …
There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs …
Three years she grew in sun and shower, …
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower …
O blithe New-comer! I have heard, …
Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! …
———A simple Child, …
O Friend! I know not which way I must look …
The gallant Youth, who may have gained, …
From Stirling castle we had seen …
And is this—Yarrow?—This the stream …