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Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXII. – Fort Fuentes, By: William Wordsworth

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Dread hour! when, upheaved by war's sulphurous blast,This sweet-visaged Cherub of Parian stoneSo far from the holy enclosure was cast,To couch in this thicket of brambles alone, To rest where the lizard may bask in the palmOf his half-open hand pure from blemish or speck;And the green, gilded snake, without troubling the calmOf the beautiful countenance, twine round his … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXII. – Fort Fuentes, By: William Wordsworth

Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXI. – On Hearing The “Ranz Des Vaches” On The Top Of The Pass Of St. Gothard, By: William Wordsworth

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I listen, but no faculty of mineAvails those modulations to detect,Which, heard in foreign lands, the Swiss affectWith tenderest passion; leaving him to pine(So fame reports) and die, his sweet-breathed kineRemembering, and green Alpine pastures deckedWith vernal flowers. Yet may we not rejectThe tale as fabulous. Here while I recline,Mindful how others by this simple StrainAre … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXI. – On Hearing The “Ranz Des Vaches” On The Top Of The Pass Of St. Gothard, By: William Wordsworth

Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XX. – The Town Of Schwytz, By: William Wordsworth

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By antique Fancy trimmed, though lowly, bredTo dignity in thee, O Schwytz! are seenThe genuine features of the golden mean;Equality by Prudence governed,Or jealous Nature ruling in her stead;And, therefore, art thou blest with peace, sereneAs that of the sweet fields and meadows greenIn unambitious compass round thee spread.Majestic Berne, high on her guardian steep,Holding a … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XX. – The Town Of Schwytz, By: William Wordsworth

Anthem Of A Kid Unwanted, By: Andrew Cyr

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It was a Thursday morning.And unlike Wednesday,I knew where I was goingshouldn’t be somewhereI wanted to go, but I did.Go. I wanted to leave this houseand this bustling town of drunksand stochastic manipulation. Besides, I wasn’t what her newhusband wanted, and he saidshe needed to pick.I got the short end of the stick. I didn’t know the route, and anyway,anywhere would … [Read more...] about Anthem Of A Kid Unwanted, By: Andrew Cyr