The French Revolution as It Appeared to Enthusiasts at Its Commencement is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. The French Revolution as It Appeared to Enthusiasts at Its Commencement Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy! For mighty were the auxiliars which then stood Upon our side, we who were strong in love! Bliss was …

The Green Linnet is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. The Green Linnet Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed Their snow-white blossoms on my head, With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring’s unclouded weather, In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard-seat! And birds and flowers once more to greet, My …

Inside of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. Inside of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense, With ill-matched aims the Architect who planned— Albeit labouring for a scanty band Of white-robed Scholars only—this immense And glorious Work of fine intelligence! Give all thou canst; …

A Complaint is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. 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; And flow it did; not taking heed Of its own bounty, or my need.What happy moments did …

Mutability is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. Mutability From low to high doth dissolution climb, And sink from high to low, along a scale Of awful notes, whose concord shall not fail; A musical but melancholy chime, Which they can hear who meddle not with crime, Nor avarice, nor over-anxious care. Truth fails not; …

Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798 is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798 Five years have past; five summers, …

Travelling is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. Travelling This is the spot:—how mildly does the sun Shine in between the fading leaves! the air In the habitual silence of this wood Is more than silent: and this bed of heath, Where shall we find so sweet a resting-place? Come!—let me see thee sink into …

Most Sweet It Is With Unuplifted Eyes is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. Most Sweet It Is With Unuplifted Eyes 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 …

We Are Seven is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. We Are Seven —A simple child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?I met a little cottage girl: She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That …

She Dwelt Among The Untrodden Ways is a poem composed by William Wordsworth. She Dwelt Among The Untrodden Ways She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love:A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! —Fair as …