Memory By William Wordsworth

Memory By William Wordsworth A pen–to register; a key–That winds through secret wardsAre well assigned to MemoryBy allegoric Bards. As aptly, also, might be givenA Pencil to her hand;That, softening objects, sometimes evenOutstrips the heart’s demand; That smooths foregone distress, the linesOf lingering care subdues,Long-vanished happiness refines,And clothes in brighter hues; Yet, like a tool […]

The Birth Of Love By William Wordsworth

The Birth Of Love By William Wordsworth When Love was born of heavenly line,What dire intrigues disturbed Cythera’s joy!Till Venus cried, ‘A mother’s heart is mine;None but myself shall nurse my boy,’ But, infant as he was, the childIn that divine embrace enchanted lay;And, by the beauty of the vase beguiled,Forgot the beverage–and pined away. […]

Inside Of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge By William Wordsworth

Inside Of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge By William Wordsworth Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense,With ill-matched aims the Architect who planned—Albeit labouring for a scanty bandOf white-robed Scholars only—this immenseAnd glorious Work of fine intelligence!Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the loreOf nicely-calculated less or more;So deemed the man who fashioned for […]

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud By William Wordsworth

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud By William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloudThat 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. Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched […]

My Sister By William Wordsworth

My Sister By William Wordsworth It is the first mild day of March:Each minute sweeter than beforeThe redbreast sings from the tall larchThat stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air,Which seems a sense of joy to yieldTo the bare trees, and mountains bare,And grass in the green field. My sister! (’tis […]

Anecdote For Father By William Wordsworth

Anecdote For Father By William Wordsworth At this, my boy hung down his head,He blushed with shame, nor made reply;And three times to the child I said,‘Why, Edward, tell me why?’ His head he raised – there was in sight,It caught his eye, he saw it plain –Upon the house-top, glittering bright,A broad and gilded […]

To A Butterfly By William Wordsworth

To A Butterfly By William Wordsworth I’VE watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. Share on facebook Share on twitter Share on whatsapp Share on telegram Share on email Copyright © by the author. Discover More Poetry

To A Butterfly By William Wordsworth

To A Butterfly By William Wordsworth I’ve watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! Indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless! – not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And […]

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud By William Wordsworth

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud By William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloudThat 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. Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in […]

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud By William Wordsworth

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud By William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloudThat 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. Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in […]