Dear Reliques! from a pit of vilest mouldUprisen to lodge among ancestral kings;And to inflict shame's salutary stingsOn the remorseless hearts of men grown oldIn a blind worship; men perversely boldEven to this hour, yet, some shall now forsakeTheir monstrous Idol if the dead e'er spake,To warn the living; if truth were ever toldBy aught redeemed out of the hollow grave:O … [Read more...] about Feelings Of A French Royalist, On The Disinterment Of The Remains Of The Duke D’Enghien, By: Willaim Wordsworth
Farewell Lines, By: William Wordsworth
"Hign bliss is only for a higher state,"But, surely, if severe afflictions borneWith patience merit the reward of peace,Peace ye deserve; and may the solid good,Sought by a wise though late exchange, and hereWith bounteous hand beneath a cottage-roofTo you accorded, never be withdrawn,Nor for the world's best promises renounced.Most soothing was it for a welcome Friend,Fresh … [Read more...] about Farewell Lines, By: William Wordsworth
Fancy And Tradition, By: William Wordsworth
The Lovers took within this ancient groveTheir last embrace; beside those crystal springsThe Hermit saw the Angel spread his wingsFor instant flight; the Sage in yon alcoveSate musing; on that hill the Bard would rove,Not mute, where now the linnet only sings:Thus everywhere to truth Tradition clings,Or Fancy localises Powers we love.Were only History licensed to take noteOf … [Read more...] about Fancy And Tradition, By: William Wordsworth
Fair Prime Of Life! Were It Enough To Gild, By: William Wordsworth
Fair Prime of life! were it enough to gildWith ready sunbeams every straggling shower;And, if an unexpected cloud should lower,Swiftly thereon a rainbow arch to buildFor Fancy's errands, then, from fields half-tilledGathering green weeds to mix with poppy flower,Thee might thy Minions crown, and chant thy power,Unpitied by the wise, all censure stilled.Ah! show that worthier … [Read more...] about Fair Prime Of Life! Were It Enough To Gild, By: William Wordsworth