print header

Wordsworth I


The headstone of
Dorothy Wordsworth

The Wordsworth's family

A cloud in the Lake District

A stream in Grasmere
(the Lake District)

Dove Cottage
(Wordsworth's Home)


The Prelude, V, ll. 391-408.

Fair is the spot, most beautiful the vale
Where he was born; the grassy churchyard hangs
Upon a slope above the village school,
And through that churchyard when my way has led
On summer evenings, I believe that there
A long half hour together I have stood
Mute, looking at the grave in which he lies!
Even now appears before the mind's clear eye
That self-same village church; I see her sit
(The throned Lady whom erewhile we hailed)

On her green hill, forgetful of this Boy
Who slumbers at her feet,--forgetful, too,
Of all her silent neighbourhood of graves,
And listening only to the gladsome sounds
That, from the rural school ascending, play
Beneath her and about her. May she long
Behold a race of young ones like to those
With whom I herded!


I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills . .


Beloved Grasmere (let the wandering streams
Take up, the cloud-capt hills repeat, the name)
One of thy lowly dwellings is my home [Dove Cottage].




The following text was taken from The Recluse (On Wordsworth and his sister settling in Grasmere):

But two are missing, two, a lonely pair
Of milk-white swans….From afar
They came, to sojourn here in solitude,
Choosing this valley, they who had the choice
Of the whole world. We saw them day by day…
Conspicuous on the centre of the Lake
…[T]he whole valley knew them; but to us
They were more dear than may well be believed,
Not only for their beauty, and their still
And placid way of life, and constant love
Inseparable, not for these alone,
But that their state so much resembled ours
They having also chosen this abode;
They strangers, and we strangers, they a pair,
And we a solitary pair like them.

Back to Transatlantic Romantics