Hopes what are they? Beads of morningStrung on slender blades of grass;Or a spider's web adorningIn a strait and treacherous pass. What are fears but voices airy?Whispering harm where harm is not;And deluding the unwaryTill the fatal bolt is shot! What is glory? in the socketSee how dying tapers fare!What is pride? a whizzing rocketThat would emulate a star. What is … [Read more...] about Inscriptions – Supposed To Be Found In And Near A Hermit’s Cell, 1818 – I, By: William Wordsworth
Inscriptions – In A Garden Of Sir George Beaumont, Bart., By: William Wordsworth
Oft is the medal faithful to its trustWhen temples, columns, towers, are laid in dust;And 'tis a common ordinance of fateThat things obscure and small outlive the great:Hence, when yon mansion and the flowery trimOf this fair garden, and its alleys dim,And all its stately trees, are passed away,This little Niche, unconscious of decay,Perchance may still survive. And be it … [Read more...] about Inscriptions – In A Garden Of Sir George Beaumont, Bart., By: William Wordsworth
Inscription For A Monument In Crosthwaite Church, In The Vale Of Keswick, By: William Wordsworth
Ye vales and hills whose beauty hither drewThe poet's steps, and fixed him here, on youHis eyes have closed! And ye, loved books, no moreShall Southey feed upon your precious lore,To works that ne'er shall forfeit their renown,Adding immortal labours of his own,Whether he traced historic truth, with zealFor the State's guidance, or the Church's weal,Or Fancy, disciplined by … [Read more...] about Inscription For A Monument In Crosthwaite Church, In The Vale Of Keswick, By: William Wordsworth
Influence Of Natural Objects, By: William Wordsworth
In Calling Forth and Strengthening the Imaginationin Boyhood and Early Youth Wisdom and Spirit of the Universe!Thou Soul, that art the Eternity of thought!And giv'st to forms and images a breathAnd everlasting motion! not in vain,By day or star-light, thus from my first dawnOf childhood didst thou intertwine for meThe passions that build up our human soul,Not with the mean … [Read more...] about Influence Of Natural Objects, By: William Wordsworth
Indignation Of A High-Minded Spaniard, By: William Wordsworth
We can endure that He should waste our lands,Despoil our temples, and by sword and flameReturn us to the dust from which we came;Such food a Tyrant's appetite demands:And we can brook the thought that by his handsSpain may be overpowered, and he possess,For his delight, a solemn wildernessWhere all the brave lie dead. But, when of bandsWhich he will break for us he dares to … [Read more...] about Indignation Of A High-Minded Spaniard, By: William Wordsworth