William Wordsworth
1770–1850
William Wordsworth (1770–1850) was an English Romantic poet from Cockermouth in the Lake District. With Samuel Taylor Coleridge he published Lyrical Ballads (1798), whose preface called for poetry written in “the real language of men” — a turning point in English literature.
His poems draw on nature, memory and childhood, most famously “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” (“Daffodils”), “Lines Written a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey” and the “Ode: Intimations of Immortality”. His long autobiographical poem The Prelude was published after his death. He was Poet Laureate from 1843 until 1850.
Best-known poems
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Daffodils
I wander’d lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd, … -
Tintern Abbey
Five years have past; five summers, with the length
Of five long winters! and again I hear
These waters, 1 rolling from their mountain-springs … -
The Solitary Reaper
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself; … -
Upon Westminster Bridge
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty: … -
The Tables Turned
Up! up, my friend! and quit your books,
Or surely you ’ll grow double;
Up! up, my friend! and clear your looks! … -
To a Butterfly
I’ve watched you now a full half-hour,
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butterfly! indeed …
All poems (46)
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- Ode to DutyStern Daughter of the Voice of God!
- Ode; Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early ChildhoodI.
- On the Departure of Sir Walter Scott from Abbotsford, for NaplesA Trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain,
- On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic, 1802Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee;
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- She Dwelt Among Untrodden WaysShe dwelt among the untrodden ways
- “She was a phantom of delight”When first she gleamed upon my sight;
- SleeplessnessA Flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
- Sonnet Composed upon Westminster Bridge, London, 1802Earth has not anything to show more fair;
- Speak!Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant
- Surprised by Joy - Impatient as the WindI turned to share the transport--Oh! with whom
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- The Inner VisionMost sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
- The RainbowMy heart leaps up when I behold
- The Sea ShellFrom “The Excursion,” Book IV.
- The Solitary ReaperBehold her, single in the field,
- The SonnetNuns fret not at their convent's narrow room,
- The Tables TurnedUp! up, my friend! and quit your books,
- The TrosachsThere 's not a nook within this solemn Pass,
- The WorldThe world is too much with us; late and soon,
- “The world is too much with us”The world is too much with us; late and soon,
- “Three years she grew”Three years she grew in sun and shower;
- Tintern AbbeyFive years have past; five summers, with the length
- To a ButterflyI’ve watched you now a full half-hour,
- To a Highland GirlAt Inversnaid, upon Loch Lomond
- To Hartley ColeridgeSix Years Old
- To Milton“London, 1802”
- To the CuckooO Blithe new-comer! I have heard,
- To the SkylarkEthereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky!