With an incident in which he was concernedIn the sweet shire of Cardigan,Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall,An old Man dwells, a little man,'Tis said he once was tall.For five-and-thirty years he livedA running huntsman merry;And still the centre of his cheekIs red as a ripe cherry.No man like him the horn could sound,And hill and valley rang with gleeWhen Echo bandied, round and … [Read more...] about Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman, By: William Wordsworth
Siege Of Vienna Raised By Jihn Sobieski, By: William Wordsworth
February 1816 Oh, for a kindling touch from that pure flameWhich ministered, erewhile, to a sacrificeOf gratitude, beneath Italian skies,In words like these: 'Up, Voice of song! proclaim'Thy saintly rapture with celestial aim:'For lo! the Imperial City stands released'From bondage threatened by the embattled East,'And Christendom respires; from guilt and shame'Redeemed, from … [Read more...] about Siege Of Vienna Raised By Jihn Sobieski, By: William Wordsworth
She Was A Phantom Of Delight, By: William Wordsworth
She was a Phantom of delightWhen first she gleamed upon my sight;A lovely Apparition, sentTo be a moment's ornament;Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair;But all things else about her drawnFrom May-time and the cheerful Dawn;A dancing Shape, an Image gay,To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.I saw her upon nearer view,A Spirit, yet a Woman too!Her … [Read more...] about She Was A Phantom Of Delight, By: William Wordsworth
She Dwelt Among Untrodden Ways, By: William Wordsworth
She dwelt among the untrodden waysBeside the springs of Dove,Maid whom there were none to praiseAnd very few to love: A violet by a mossy stoneHalf hidden from the eye!Fair as a star, when only oneIs shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could knowWhen Lucy ceased to be;But she is in her grave, and, oh,The difference to me! … [Read more...] about She Dwelt Among Untrodden Ways, By: William Wordsworth
Sequel To The “Beggars,” 1802 – Composed Many Years After, By: William Wordsworth
Where are they now, those wanton Boys?For whose free range the daedal earthWas filled with animated toys,And implements of frolic mirth;With tools for ready wit to guide;And ornaments of seemlier pride,More fresh, more bright, than princes wear;For what one moment flung aside,Another could repair;What good or evil have they seenSince I their pastime witnessed here,Their daring … [Read more...] about Sequel To The “Beggars,” 1802 – Composed Many Years After, By: William Wordsworth