William Wordsworth ( 1770-1850 )is one of the philosophical poets in English literature.Love of nature is a mojor theme in his poetry. He wrote about ordinary men and women in the language of the ordianaru people. With Samuel Taylor Coleridge, he published ' Lyrical Ballads ' in 1798 which ushered in a new era in English poetry called the Romantic age.

Poems by William Wordsworth

(Well he has written so many poems but here I have included only few of those)

~~~~TO THE CUCKOO~~~~

O blithe New-comer ! I have heard,

I hear thee and rejoice.

O cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird,

Or put a wandering Voice ?

While I am lying on the grass

Thy twofold shout I hear,

From hill to hill it seems to pass,

At once far off, and near.

Though babbling only to the vale,

Of sunshine and of flowers,

Thou bringest unto me a tale

Of visionary hours.

Thrice welcome, darling of the spring !

Even yet thou art to me

No bird, but an invisible thing,

A voice, a mystery;

The same whom in my school boy days

I listened to; that Cry

Which made me look a thousand ways

In brush, and tree, and sky.

To seek thee did i often rove

Through woods and on the green;

And thou wert still a hope, a love;

Still longed for, never seen.

And I can listen to thee yet;

Can lie upon the plain

And listen, till I do beget

That golden time again.

O blessed Bird ! the earth we pace

Again appears to be

An unsubstantial, faery place;

That is fit home for Thee !

'TO THE CUCKOO' is a fine lyric in which the poet expresses his love for the bird and its song.He remembers how in his childhood he was fascinated by the cuckoo's song and looked for it in the bushes,tress and sky. The bird brings back to him his childhood memories. He goes back to his childhood days, as it were and feels that cuckoo belongs to a world of dreams and innocence.

Another poem wriiten by him

~~~~ MOST SWEET IT IS~~~~

1 Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
2 To pace the ground, if path be there or none,
3 While a fair region round the traveller lies
4 Which he forbears again to look upon;
5 Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene,
6 The work of Fancy, or some happy tone
7 Of meditation, slipping in between
8 The beauty coming and the beauty gone.
9 If Thought and Love desert us, from that day
10 Let us break off all commerce with the Muse:
11 With Thought and Love companions of our way,
12 Whate'er the senses take or may refuse,
13 The Mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews
14 Of inspiration on the humblest lay.

I will add more of his Poems very soon...