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'Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfoldThe likeness of whate'er on land is seen;But, if the Nereid Sisters and their Queen,Above whose heads the tide so long hath rolled,The Dames resemble whom we here behold,How fearful were it down through opening wavesTo sink, and meet them in their fretted caves,Withered grotesque, immeasurably old,And shrill and fierce in accent! Fear it … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – I. Fish-Women – On Landing At Calais, By: William Wordsworth

Dear Fellow-travellers! think not that the Muse,To You presenting these memorial Lays,Can hope the general eye thereon would gaze,As on a mirror that gives back the huesOf living Nature; no, though free to chooseThe greenest bowers, the most inviting ways,The fairest landscapes and the brightest days,Her skill she tried with less ambitious views.For You she wrought: Ye only can … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – Dedication, By: William Wordsworth

In this still place, remote from men,Sleeps Ossian, in the NARROW GLEN;In this still place, where murmurs onBut one meek streamlet, only one:He sang of battles, and the breathOf stormy war, and violent death;And should, methinks, when all was past,Have rightfully been laid at lastWhere rocks were rudely heaped, and rentAs by a spirit turbulent;Where sights were rough, and … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour Of Scotland, 1803 VI. Glen-Almain, Or, The Narrow Glen. By: William Wordsworth

Now we are tired of boisterous joy,Have romped enough, my little Boy!Jane hangs her head upon my breast,And you shall bring your stool and rest;This corner is your own. There! take your seat, and let me seeThat you can listen quietly:And, as I promised, I will tellThat strange adventure which befellA poor blind Highland Boy. A 'Highland' Boy! why call him so?Because, my … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 XV. The Blind Highland Boy – A Tale Told By The Fire-Side, After Returning To The Vale Of Grasmere, By: William Wordsworth

Fly, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale!Say that we come, and come by this day's light;Fly upon swiftest wing round field and height,But chiefly let one Cottage hear the tale;There let a mystery of joy prevail,The kitten frolic, like a gamesome sprite,And Rover whine, as at a second sightOf near-approaching good that shall not fail:And from that Infant's face let joy … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 XIV. Fly, Some Kind Haringer, To Grasmere-Dale, By: William Wordsworth