Noded poetry by William Wordsworth:
- By the Side of Rydal Mere
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- Cenotaph
- Composed Among the Ruins of a Castle in North Wales
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- Decay of Piety
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- Ere with Cold Beads of Midnight Dew
- Expostulation and Reply
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- Fair Prime of Life! Were it Enough to Gild
- From the Conclusion of a Poem, Composed in Anticipation of Leaving School
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- A Gravestone upon the Floor in the Cloister of Worcester Cathedral
- Go Back to Antique Ages, If Thine Eyes
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- Her Only Pilot the Soft Breeze
- How Rich that Forehead's Calm Expanse
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- In My Mind's Eye a Temple, Like a Cloud
- The Infant M---- M----
- In the Woods of Rydal
- It Is a Beauteous Evening, Calm and Free
- I travelled among unknown men
- I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
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- Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey
- Lines Written While Sailing in a Boat at Evening
- London, 1802
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- Memory
- The Massy Ways, Carried Across these Heights
- My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold
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- Not Love, Not War, nor the Tumultuous Swell
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- Oh Woe is Me
- On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic
- On the Same Occasion
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- The Poet and the Caged Turtledove
- The Power of Armies is a Visible Thing
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- Recollection of the Portrait of King Henry Eighth, Trinity Lodge, Cambridge
- Remembrance of Collins
- Resolution and Independence
- Retirement
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- Scorn Not the Sonnet
- She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
- A Slumber did my Spirit Seal
- Strange Fits of Passion Have I Known
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- The Tables Turned
- Tears, Idle Tears
- There is a Pleasure in Poetic Pains
- This Lawn, a Carpet All Alive
- Thought on the Seasons
- To ------
- To ------, in her Seventieth Year
- To a Butterfly
- To Rotha Q----
- To S.H.
- To Sleep
- To the Cuckoo
- To the Lady E. B. and the Hon. Miss P.
- To the Lady Fleming
- To the Torrent at the Devil's Bridge, North Wales, 1824
- A Tradition of Oker Hill in Darley Dale, Derbyshire
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- A Volant Tribe of Bards on Earth are Found
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- When Philoctetes in the Lemnian Isle
- While Anna's Peers and Early Playmates Tread
- Why, Minstrel, these Untuneful Murmurings
- The World is Too Much With Us