So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive,Would that the little Flowers were born to live,Conscious of half the pleasure which they give; That to this mountain-daisy's self were knownThe beauty of its star-shaped shadow, thrownOn the smooth surface of this naked stone! And what if hence a bold desire should mountHigh as the Sun, that he could take accountOf all that issues … [Read more...] about So Fair, So Sweet, Withal So Sensitive, By: William Wordsworth
Six Months To Six Years Added He Remained, By: WIlliam Wordsworth
Six months to six years added he remainedUpon this sinful earth, by sin unstained:O blessed Lord! whose mercy then removedA Child whom every eye that looked on loved;Support us, teach us calmly to resignWhat we possessed, and now is wholly thine! … [Read more...] about Six Months To Six Years Added He Remained, By: WIlliam Wordsworth
Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman, By: William Wordsworth
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




