Potential Titles: William Wordsworth

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With laughter on her banners - William Wordsworth "Composed by the Sea-Side, Near Calais, August, 1802"

Earth has not anything to show more fair - William Wordsworth "Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802"

Dull would he be of soul who could pass by - William Wordsworth "Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802"

All bright and glittering in the smokeless air - William Wordsworth "Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802"

Between two sister moorland rills - William Wordsworth "The Danish Boy"

And sacred to the sky - William Wordsworth "The Danish Boy"

As budding pines in Spring - William Wordsworth "The Danish Boy"

No trace of a ferocious air - William Wordsworth "The Danish Boy"

Untouched by solemn thought - William Wordsworth "Evening"

The crags repeat the raven's croak - William Wordsworth "Fidelity"

Through the tarn a lonely cheer - William Wordsworth "Fidelity"

Continuous as the stars that shine - William Wordsworth "[I wandered lonely as a Cloud]"

Stretched in never-ending line along the margin - William Wordsworth "[I wandered lonely as a Cloud]"

They out-did the sparkling waves in glee - William Wordsworth "[I wandered lonely as a Cloud]"

What wealth the show to me had brought - William Wordsworth "[I wandered lonely as a Cloud]"

That inward eye which is the bliss of solitude - William Wordsworth "[I wandered lonely as a Cloud]"

With his eternal motion make a sound like thunder - William Wordsworth "It Is a Beauteous Evening, Calm and Free"

Appear untouched by solemn thought - William Wordsworth "It Is a Beauteous Evening, Calm and Free"

In her upturned eye of fire - William Wordsworth "The Kitten and the Falling Leaves"

Five summers, with the length of five long winters - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

Impress thoughts of more deep seclusion - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

Connect the landscape with the quiet of the sky - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

Little lines of sportive wood run wild - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

Feelings too of unremembered pleasure - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

As have no slight or trivial influence - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

Little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

To them I may have owed another gift - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

The weary weight of all this unintelligible world - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

An eye made quiet by the power of harmony - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

Amid the many shapes of joyless daylight - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

Have hung upon the beatings of my heart - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

With gleams of half-extinguished thought - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

That had no need of a remoter charm - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

Nor any interest borrowed from the eye - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

When these wild ecstasies shall be matured - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"

A sea that could not cease to smile - William Wordsworth "Lines Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm, Painted by Sir George Beaumont"

No motion but the moving tide - William Wordsworth "Lines Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm, Painted by Sir George Beaumont"

In the fond illusion of my heart - William Wordsworth "Lines Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm, Painted by Sir George Beaumont"

Which labours in the deadly swell - William Wordsworth "Lines Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm, Painted by Sir George Beaumont"

In the unfeeling armour of old time - William Wordsworth "Lines Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm, Painted by Sir George Beaumont"

Farewell the heart that lives alone - William Wordsworth "Lines Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm, Painted by Sir George Beaumont"

I heard a thousand blended notes - William Wordsworth "Lines Written in Early Spring"

When pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind - William Wordsworth "Lines Written in Early Spring"

That every flower enjoys the air it breathes - William Wordsworth "Lines Written in Early Spring"

Their thoughts I cannot measure - William Wordsworth "Lines Written in Early Spring"

Reason to lament what man has made of man - William Wordsworth "Lines Written in Early Spring"

Which he forbears again to look upon - William Wordsworth "Most Sweet It Is With Unuplifted Eyes"

Slipping in between the beauty coming and the beauty gone - William Wordsworth "Most Sweet It Is With Unuplifted Eyes"

Break off all commerce with the Muse - William Wordsworth "Most Sweet It Is With Unuplifted Eyes"

Whate'er the sense take or may refuse - William Wordsworth "Most Sweet It Is With Unuplifted Eyes"

Shed her dews of inspiration on the humblest - William Wordsworth "Most Sweet It Is With Unuplifted Eyes"

Along a scale of awful notes, whose concord shall not fail - William Wordsworth "Mutability"

Which they can hear who meddle not with crime - William Wordsworth "Mutability"

Drop like the tower sublime of yesterday - William Wordsworth "Mutability"

Which royally did wear her crown of weeds - William Wordsworth "Mutability"

Or the unimaginable touch of Time - William Wordsworth "Mutability"

Some casual shout that broke the silent air - William Wordsworth "Mutability"

Another mighty empire overthrown - William Wordsworth "November, 1806"

The last that dare to struggle - William Wordsworth "November, 1806"

In ourselves our safety must be sought - William Wordsworth "November, 1806"

To me alone there came a thought of grief - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

A timely utterance gave that thought relief - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

Winds come to me from the fields of sleep - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

Both of them speak of something that is gone - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

But trailing clouds of glory do we come - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

Who daily farther from the east must travel - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

And fade into the light of common day - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

Fit his tongue to dialogues of business, love, or strife - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

Haunted forever by the eternal Mind - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

Those obstinate questionings of sense and outward things - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

A creature moving about in worlds not realized - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

Though nothing can bring back the hour - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

Rather find strength in what remains behind - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears - William Wordsworth "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

Under this dark sycamore - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

Lose themselves mid groves and copses - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

And wreathes of smoke sent up - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

Vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

Unremembered acts of kindness - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

Made quiet by the power of harmony - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

The many shapes of joyless daylight - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

Haunted me like a passion - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

Interest unborrowed from the eye - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

And all its dizzy raptures - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

As in the hour of thoughtless youth - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

The still, sad music of humanity - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

That disturbs me with the joy - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

The anchor of my purest thoughts - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

Matured into a sober pleasure - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

For all sweet sounds and harmonies - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

Deeper zeal of holier love - William Wordsworth "On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye"

When haughty expectations prostrate lie - William Wordsworth "On Seeing a Tuft of Snowdrops in a Storm"

And grandeur crouches like a guilty thing - William Wordsworth "On Seeing a Tuft of Snowdrops in a Storm"

And Fortune's utmost anger try - William Wordsworth "On Seeing a Tuft of Snowdrops in a Storm"

Smitten by the wing of many a furious whirlblast - William Wordsworth "On Seeing a Tuft of Snowdrops in a Storm"

Some tribute of regret - William Wordsworth "On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic"

Sent to be a moment's ornament - William Wordsworth "Perfect Woman"

To warn, to comfort, and command - William Wordsworth "Perfect Woman"

Dwelt among the untrodden ways - William Wordsworth "She dwelt among the untrodden ways"

A violet by a mossy stone half hidden - William Wordsworth "She dwelt among the untrodden ways"

To cut across the reflex of a star that fled - William Wordsworth "Skating"

Into the tumult sent an alien sound - William Wordsworth "Skating"

When we had given our bodies to the wind - William Wordsworth "Skating"

Rolled round in earth's diurnal course - William Wordsworth "A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal"

Alone she cuts and binds the grain - William Wordsworth "The Solitary Reaper"

Breaking the silence of the seas - William Wordsworth "The Solitary Reaper"

Sang as if her song could have no ending - William Wordsworth "The Solitary Reaper"

Long after it was heard no more - William Wordsworth "The Solitary Reaper"

In the hourly walk of the mind's business - Wordsworth "Sonnet [I grieved for Buonaparte]" [Penny Magazine of the Society for the Diffusion of Useful Knowledge, issue 9, May 26, 1832]

The degrees by which true sway doth mount - Wordsworth "Sonnet [I grieved for Buonaparte]" [Penny Magazine of the Society for the Diffusion of Useful Knowledge, issue 9, May 26, 1832]

Were in this place the guests of chance - William Wordsworth "Stepping Westward"

With such a sky to lead him on - William Wordsworth "Stepping Westward"

A hundred times, by rock or bower - William Wordsworth "To a Daisy"

Some memory that had taken flight - William Wordsworth "To a Daisy"

Some chime of fancy wrong or right - William Wordsworth "To a Daisy"

If stately passions in me burn - William Wordsworth "To a Daisy"

I drink out of a humble urn a lowlier pleasure - William Wordsworth "To a Daisy"

Homely sympathy that heeds the common life - William Wordsworth "To a Daisy"

A wisdom fitted to the needs of hearts at leisure - William Wordsworth "To a Daisy"

My spirits play with kindred motion - William Wordsworth "To a Daisy"

All seasons through another debt - William Wordsworth "To a Daisy"

Coming one knows not how or whence, nor whither going - William Wordsworth "To a Daisy"

Or but a wandering Voice - William Wordsworth "To the Cuckoo"

A tale of visionary hours - William Wordsworth "To the Cuckoo"

Lie upon the plain and listen - William Wordsworth "To the Cuckoo"

An unsubstantial, fairy place - William Wordsworth "To the Cuckoo"

Live upon their praises - William Wordsworth "To the Small Celandine"

In the time before the thrush - William Wordsworth "To the Small Celandine"

Ill befall the yellow flowers - William Wordsworth "To the Small Celandine"

Children of the flaring hours - William Wordsworth "To the Small Celandine"

In the habitual silence of this wood - William Wordsworth "Travelling"

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers - William Wordsworth "The World Is Too Much With Us"

Sea that bares her bosom to the moon - William Wordsworth "The World Is Too Much With Us"

A pagan suckled in a creed outworn - William Wordsworth "The World Is Too Much With Us"

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn - William Wordsworth "The World Is Too Much With Us"

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea - William Wordsworth "The World Is Too Much With Us"

Hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn - William Wordsworth "The World Is Too Much With Us"

No door the tenement requires - William Wordsworth "A Wren's Nest"

A canopy in some still nook - William Wordsworth "A Wren's Nest"

Withered is the guardian flower - William Wordsworth "A Wren's Nest"

Surprised by joy - William Wordsworth "XXIX [Surprised by joy--impatient as the Wind]"

Impatient as the wind - William Wordsworth "XXIX [Surprised by joy--impatient as the Wind]"

Love, faithful love - William Wordsworth "XXIX [Surprised by joy--impatient as the Wind]"

The least division of an hour - William Wordsworth "XXIX [Surprised by joy--impatient as the Wind]"

So beguiled as to be blind - William Wordsworth "XXIX [Surprised by joy--impatient as the Wind]"

That sorrow ever bore - William Wordsworth "XXIX [Surprised by joy--impatient as the Wind]"

My heart's best treasure - William Wordsworth "XXIX [Surprised by joy--impatient as the Wind]"


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