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        Companion! by whose buoyant Spirit cheered,        In whose experience trusting, day by day        Treasures I gained with zeal that neither feared        The toils nor felt the crosses of the way,        These records take, and happy should I be        Were but the Gift a meet Return to thee        For kindnesses that never ceased to flow,        And prompt … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Italy, 1837 – To Henry Crabb Robinson, By: William Wordsworth

Days passed and Monte Calvo would not clearHis head from mist; and, as the wind sobbed throughAlbano's dripping Ilex avenue,My dull forebodings in a Peasant's earFound casual vent. She said, "Be of good cheer;Our yesterday's procession did not sueIn vain; the sky will change to sunny blue,Thanks to our Lady's grace." I smiled to hear,But not in scorn: the Matron's Faith may … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Italy, 1837 – IX. – At Albano, By: William Wordsworth

Those old credulities, to nature dear,Shall they no longer bloom upon the stockOf History, stript naked as a rock'Mid a dry desert? What is it we hear?The glory of Infant Rome must disappear,Her morning splendours vanish, and their placeKnow them no more. If Truth, who veiled her faceWith those bright beams yet hid it not, must steerHenceforth a humbler course perplexed and … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Italy, 1837 – IV. – At Rome ‘ Regrets – In Allusion To Niebuhr And Other Modern Historians, By: William Wordsworth

Is this, ye Gods, the Capitolian Hill?Yon petty Steep in truth the fearful Rock,Tarpeian named of yore, and keeping stillThat name, a local Phantom proud to mockThe Traveler's expectation? Could our WillDestroy the ideal Power within, 'twere doneThro' what men see and touch, slaves wandering on,Impelled by thirst of all but Heaven-taught skill.Full oft, our wish obtained, … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Italy, 1837 – III. – At Rome, By: William Wordsworth

I saw far off the dark top of a PineLook like a cloud, a slender stem the tieThat bound it to its native earth, poised high'Mid evening hues, along the horizon line,Striving in peace each other to outshine.But when I learned the Tree was living there,Saved from the sordid axe by Beaumont's care,Oh, what a gush of tenderness was mine!The rescued Pine-Tree, with its sky so … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Italy, 1837 – II. – The Pine Of Monte Mario At Rome, By: William Wordsworth