Where lies the truth? has Man, in wisdom’s creed,A pitiable doom; for respite briefA care more anxious, or a heavier grief?Is he ungrateful, and doth little heedGod’s bounty, soon forgotten; or indeed, 5Must Man, with labour born, awake to sorrowWhen Flowers rejoice and Larks with rival speedSpring from their nests to bid the Sun good morrow?They mount for rapture as their … [Read more...] about Where Lies The Truth? Has Man, In Wisdom’s Creed, By: William Wordsworth
Where Lies The Land To Which Yon Ship Must Go?, By: William Wordsworth
Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must go?Fresh as a lark mounting at break of day,Festively she puts forth in trim array;Is she for tropic suns, or polar snow?What boots the inquiry?—Neither friend nor foeShe cares for; let her travel where she may,She finds familiar names, a beaten wayEver before her, and a wind to blow.Yet still I ask, what haven is her mark?And, almost … [Read more...] about Where Lies The Land To Which Yon Ship Must Go?, By: William Wordsworth
When To The Attractions Of The Busy World, By: William Wordsworth
When, to the attractions of the busy world,Preferring studious leisure, I had chosenA habitation in this peaceful Vale,Sharp season followed of continual stormIn deepest winter; and, from week to week,Pathway, and lane, and public road, were cloggedWith frequent showers of snow. Upon a hillAt a short distance from my cottage, standsA stately Fir-grove, whither I was wontTo … [Read more...] about When To The Attractions Of The Busy World, By: William Wordsworth
When Severn’s Sweeping Flood Had Overthrown, By: William Wordsworth
When Severn’s sweeping flood had overthrownSt. Mary’s Church, the preacher then would cry:—“Thus, Christian people, God his might hath shownThat ye to him your love may testify;Haste, and rebuild the pile.”—But not a stone 5Resumed its place. Age after age went by,And Heaven still lacked its due, though pietyIn secret did, we trust, her loss bemoan.But now her Spirit hath put … [Read more...] about When Severn’s Sweeping Flood Had Overthrown, By: William Wordsworth
When Philoctetes In The Lemnian Isle, By: William Wordsworth
When Philoctetes in the Lemnian isleLike a Form sculptured on a monumentLay couched; on him or his dread bow unbentSome wild Bird oft might settle and beguileThe rigid features of a transient smile,Disperse the tear, or to the sigh give vent,Slackening the pains of ruthless banishmentFrom his lov'd home, and from heroic toil.And trust that spiritual Creatures round us … [Read more...] about When Philoctetes In The Lemnian Isle, By: William Wordsworth