William Wordsworth A Character The World Is Too Much With Us; Late And Soon She Dwelt Among The Untrodden Ways A Night Thought A Poet! He Hath Put His Heart To School It Was An April Morning: Fresh And Clear I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud Share this:Tweet Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp PocketShare on Tumblr Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Like Loading...