Poems in Two Volumes, Volume 1

“A perfect Woman; nobly plann'd,   To warn, to comfort, and command;   And yet a Spirit still, and bright   With something of an angel light.””

— William Wordsworth

“Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade   Of that which once was great is pass'd away.””

— William Wordsworth

“Ere we had reach'd the wish'd-for place, night fell:   We were too late at least by one dark hour,””

— William Wordsworth

“could have laugh'd myself to scorn, to find   In that decrepit Man so firm a mind.””

— William Wordsworth

“Choice word, and measured phrase; above the reach   Of ordinary men; a stately speech!””

— William Wordsworth

“Such seem'd this Man, not all alive nor dead,   Nor all asleep; in his extreme old age:   His body was bent double, feet and head   Coming together in their pilgrimage;   As if some dire constraint of pain, or rage   Of sickness felt by him in times long past,   A more than human weight upon his frame had cast.””

— William Wordsworth

“Said I, "Not half an hour ago     Your Mother has had alms of mine.””

— William Wordsworth

“Before me begging did she stand,     Pouring out sorrows like a sea;     Grief after grief:”

— William Wordsworth

“Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;””

— William Wordsworth