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The Morning Of The Day Appointed For A General Thanksgiving. January 18, 1816, By: William Wordsworth

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Hail, orient Conqueror of gloomy Night! Thou that canst shed the bliss of gratitude On hearts howe'er insensible or rude; Whether thy punctual visitations smite The haughty towers where monarchs dwell; Or thou, impartial Sun, with presence bright Cheer'st the low threshold of the peasant's cell! Not unrejoiced I see thee climb the sky In naked splendour, clear from mist or … [Read more...] about The Morning Of The Day Appointed For A General Thanksgiving. January 18, 1816, By: William Wordsworth

The Monument Commonly Called Long Meg And Her Daughters, Near The River Eden, By: William Wordsworth

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A weight of awe, not easy to be borne, Fell suddenly upon my Spirit--cast From the dread bosom of the unknown past, When first I saw that family forlorn. Speak Thou, whose massy strength and stature scorn The power of years--pre-eminent, and placed Apart, to overlook the circle vast-- Speak, Giant-mother! tell it to the Morn While she dispels the cumbrous shades of Night; Let … [Read more...] about The Monument Commonly Called Long Meg And Her Daughters, Near The River Eden, By: William Wordsworth

THE Massy Ways, Carried Across These Heights, By: William Wordsworth

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The massy Ways, carried across these heightsBy Roman perseverance, are destroyed,Or hidden under ground, like sleeping worms.How venture then to hope that Time will spareThis humble Walk? Yet on the mountain's sideA POET'S hand first shaped it; and the stepsOf that same Bard--repeated to and froAt morn, at noon, and under moonlight skiesThrough the vicissitudes of many a … [Read more...] about THE Massy Ways, Carried Across These Heights, By: William Wordsworth

The Martial Courage Of A Day Is Vain, By: William Wordsworth

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The martial courage of a day is vain, An empty noise of death the battle's roar, If vital hope be wanting to restore, Or fortitude be wanting to sustain Armies or kingdoms. We have heard a strain Of triumph, how the labouring Danube bore A weight of hostile corses: drenched with gore Were the wide fields, the hamlets heaped with slain. Yet see (the … [Read more...] about The Martial Courage Of A Day Is Vain, By: William Wordsworth