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Was it to disenchant, and to undo,That we approached the Seat of Charlemaine?To sweep from many an old romantic strainThat faith which no devotion may renew!Why does this puny Church present to viewHer feeble columns? and that scanty chair!This sword that one of our weak times might wear!Objects of false pretense, or meanly true!If from a traveler's fortune I might claimA … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – VI. – Aix-La-Chapelle, By: William Wordsworth

What lovelier home could gentle Fancy choose?Is this the stream, whose cities, heights, and plains,War's favourite playground, are with crimson stainsFamiliar, as the Morn with pearly dews?The Morn, that now, along the silver Meuse,Spreading her peaceful ensigns, calls the swainsTo tend their silent boats and ringing wains,Or strip the bough whose mellow fruit bestrewsThe … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – V. – Between Namur And Liege, By: William Wordsworth

Jesu! bless our slender Boat,By the current swept along;Loud its threatenings, let them notDrown the music of a songBreathed thy mercy to implore,Where these troubled waters roar! Saviour, for our warning, seenBleeding on that precious Rood;If, while through the meadows greenGently wound the peaceful flood,We forgot Thee, do not ThouDisregard thy Suppliants now! Hither, … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – IX. – Hymn – For The Boatmen, As They Approach The Rapids Under The Castle Of Heidelberg, By: William Wordsworth

A winged Goddess, clothed in vesture wroughtOf rainbow colours; One whose port was bold,Whose overburthened hand could scarcely holdThe glittering crowns and garlands which it broughtHovered in air above the far-famed Spot.She vanished; leaving prospect blank and coldOf wind-swept corn that wide around us rolledIn dreary billows; wood, and meagre cot,And monuments that soon … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – IV. – After Visiting The Field Of Waterloo, By: William Wordsworth

The Spirit of Antiquity, enshrinedIn sumptuous buildings, vocal in sweet song,In picture, speaking with heroic tongue,And with devout solemnities entwined,Mounts to the seat of grace within the mind:Hence Forms that glide with swan-like ease along,Hence motions, even amid the vulgar throng,To an harmonious decency confined:As if the streets were consecrated ground,The city one … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – III. – Bruges, By: William Wordsworth