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 Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp PocketShare on Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Like Loading...