Tag Archives: William Wordsworth Poems

Art thou a Statist in the van Of public conflicts …

A poet!–He hath put his heart to school, Nor dares …

——The sky is overcast With a continuous cloud of texture …

Lo! where the Moon along the sky Sails with her …

A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags, A rude …

There is a change–and I am poor; Your love hath …

I marvel how Nature could ever find space For so …

‘Tis said, that some have died for love: And here …