Poetic Openings : William Wordsworth to William Wordsworth
Poet : William Wordsworth :
Poem : The Solitary Reaper :
First Line : Behold her, single in the field,
Poet : William Wordsworth :
Poem : The Sonnet I :
First Line : Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room,
Poet : William Wordsworth :
Poem : The Sonnet Ii :
First Line : Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frown’d,
Poet : William Wordsworth :
Poem : The Tables Turned :
First Line : Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Poet : William Wordsworth :
Poem : The Trosachs :
First Line : There’s not a nook within this solemn Pass,
Poet : William Wordsworth :
Poem : The Virgin :
First Line : Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost
Poet : William Wordsworth :
Poem : The World Is To Much With Us; Late And Soon :
First Line : The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Poet : William Wordsworth :
Poem : The World Is Too Much With Us :
First Line : The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Poet : William Wordsworth :
Poem : There Is An Eminence,--of These Our Hills :
First Line : There is an Eminence,--of these our hills
Poet : William Wordsworth :
Poem : There Was A Boy :
First Line : There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs
