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Wordsworth Poems - Poems about Wordsworth

Premium Member Lake District High
In my New York suburb, I’m mildly fond Of Helvellyn Road, and Gracemere pond But the original Helvellyn called... Ravenglass too, even the name enthralled. Of Lake poets, I eagerly read And I found what Alfred Wainright once said: [chorus] His words echo across time’s bridge That always there will be the lonely ridge, the silent forest, the dancing beck Though we...

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Categories: wordsworth, beauty, mountains, nature,
Form: Lyric
Premium Member CLERIHEW wordsworth
William danced with daffodils amidst his lovely Cumbrian hills Penning poesy 'easy on the ear' is why many hold him dear...

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Categories: wordsworth, people, poetry,
Form: Clerihew



Premium Member William Wordsworth
English poet, William Wordsworth, wrote to serve the common people on the earth. Along with Samuel Coleridge, the Romantic Age he started. Support for free thought his words imparted....

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Categories: wordsworth, poets,
Form: Clerihew
Premium Member William Wordsworth : the Poet of Nature
"Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher" William Wordsworth With the rhythm of his passionate poetry, rolled the silver-crested wave of romanticism, inundating the shore of English literature, where he emerged as the seminal figure. The beauteous natural world imparted didactic quality to his poems, finding correspondence between nature and soul, and between self and matchless imagination. The...

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Categories: wordsworth, nature, poetry, poets, romantic,
Form: Free verse
If I Could
If I could write a poem now A lonely cloud, this page I’d fill With Wordsworth or a word’s worth I’d fill this page with daffodils Now the words, they don’t come easy The great ones tell you it’s a skill But I would rather be a fool And fill my head with daffodils There is no rhyme or reason No belles lettres, no...

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Categories: wordsworth, daffodils, flower, nature, poetry,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member William Wordsworth
Instilled flesh and blood of romance in poesy, That, till then, looked a skeleton-like cogency...! Gave life to Mother Nature who, once, was ignored, From you on, in a new form, nature got adored...! Physical and psychic growth of humanity, You said, like nectar in blooms, secrete sanity...! Should observe and understand nature's mysteries, To give shape to true universal histories...! With sole...

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Categories: wordsworth, poets,
Form: Couplet
Premium Member In the Roaring
In the roaring White pounding cascade I feel the love It flows over me, with me, through me It is me Wordsworth's "transparent eyeball" * Like the bare roots of ancient trees that cover the trail like cobble stones I'm Integral--I belong When the bracing water embraces me I don't shudder--I stroke it gently Glide out into it's energy Feel revived, renewed, invigorated Refreshment not known Since...

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Categories: wordsworth, nature,
Form: Free verse
Andrew Marvel, William Blake To Wordsworth
I What immortal hand or eye Could frame mysteries in the sky! II When the world is too much with us He sends visions, Ramanujans, Christ III Shakespeare had dreams, even awake When humanity was poor in tea & cake IV God gives words to poets: leaves sailing - To begin - loving a pet, sky - urge growing...

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Categories: wordsworth, art, child, earth, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Wordsworth Blues
Ah, dearest Wordsworth, what dost thou think? Of my meaningless poetry, scribbled in purple ink? Fooling myself, that I am an ...

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Categories: wordsworth, fantasy, poetess, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Wordsworth
It arises From a tangled emotional mind through crazy tongues inane from intellectual brain sane or may be straight from heart It dons Rich vocabularies to enrich content; Rare adjectives, the special add-ons And at times archaic words to adorn or sometimes just a simple verse It comes in Perfect meter to look perfect Proper rhymes that read better New forms which form trend setter or sometimes goes just...

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Categories: wordsworth, poems, poetry, poets,
Form: Free verse
Wordsworth's Lament
I wandered lonely as a cloud—Oh dear! I watched the dance of daffodils—Oh my! When on my couch in vacant mood I lie And feel their wealthy fluttering draw near. I see them toss their heads like twinkling stars; A sparkling, sprightly, jocund company. I gaze, I gaze, they outdo waves with glee; A host, a crowd, ten thousand avatars. They flash within...

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Categories: wordsworth, funny, humor, hyperbole, parody,
Form: Sonnet
Premium Member Poetic First Liners Wordsworth
I recite and read aloud, wander, lonely as a cloud, then emulate and create as memory stimulates; Swim against poetry's tide therein,an enigma hide, perhaps,a step too far,with Tennyson,crossing the bar; I dream on Will's sonnet verse, figuratively,sweet and terse, lazing life away,with songs compared to a summer's day. To conjure an opening line ever,remembered,as mine....

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Categories: wordsworth, appreciation, people, poetry,
Form: Verse
Premium Member 'i Wandered Lonely As a Cloud' By William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud Basking in sunlight, feeling proud When by and by on a different side A surging wind frolicked natures door briskly fluttered a peonies tide as my path descends a valley floor It took me to places that I knew wherever fickle wildflowers grew Timeless impression, that I had felt a cast in the grass that was portrayed a fate...

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Categories: wordsworth, character, cheer up, happy,
Form: Rhyme
Prosody
Let me try to go by pioneering heroes' spirit That motored their antique tides of phrase, And treat rapt souls to a mild sublime ode, Forged to rhyme with old sonneteers' pace. Now where does a tottering novice start As he pens such a crystalline work of art, To honor champs in grave's dark repose, And...

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Categories: wordsworth, allegory, allusion, art,
Form: Epic
I Hate That Wordsworth
I HATE THAT WORDSWORTH “I wandered lonely as a cloud”. So starts the famous Wordsworth ode My teacher makes me read out loud. To me that Wordsworth is a pain; For, if I stumble o’er his words, The teacher says, “Again, again.” While children in the class all titter, Enjoying my predicament. No wonder Wordsworth makes me bitter. The poem’s silly and here’s why. How can...

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Categories: wordsworth, daffodils, lonely, teacher,
Form: Terza Rima

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