William Wordsworth

England
7 Apr 1770 // 23 Apr 1850
Poet

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One that would peep and botanize
Upon his mother's grave.

A Poet's Epitaph
A light to guide, a rod
To check the erring, and reprove.

Ode to Duty

With battlements that on their restless fronts
Bore stars.

The Excursion
The holy time is quiet as a nun
Breathless with adoration.

It is a beauteous Evening
Minds that have nothing to confer
Find little to perceive.

Yes, Thou art Fair
Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel
To self-reproach.

The Old Cumberland Beggar

O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird,
Or but a wandering voice?

To the Cuckoo
We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,
When such are wanted.

To the Daisy
The gods approve
The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.

Laodamia
Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.

A narrow Girdle of rough Stones and Crags
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