William Wordsworth

England
7 Apr 1770 // 23 Apr 1850
Poet

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But an old age serene and bright,
And lovely as a Lapland night,
Shall lead thee to thy grave.

To a Young Lady. Dear Child of Nature
Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves
Of their bad influence, and their good receives.

Character of the Happy Warrior
Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.

The Borderers
The soft blue sky did never melt
Into his heart; he never felt
The witchery of the soft blue sky!

Peter Bell
The fretful stir
Unprofitable, and the fever of the world
Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.

Lines completed a few miles above Tintern Abbey
The common growth of Mother Earth
Suffices me, her tears, her mirth,
Her humblest mirth and tears.

Peter Bell
One in whom persuasion and belief
Had ripened into faith, and faith become
A passionate intuition.

The Excursion
Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;
Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,
Frozen by distance.

Address to Kilchurn Castle

That kill the bloom before its time,
And blanch, without the owner's crime,
The most resplendent hair.

Lament of Mary Queen of Scots
Oft on the dappled turf at ease
I sit, and play with similes,
Loose type of things through all degrees.

To the same Flower
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