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It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,The holy time is quiet as a nunBreathless with adoration; the broad sunIs sinking down in its tranquility;The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea:Listen! the mighty Being is awake,And doth with his eternal motion makeA sound like thunder, everlastingly.Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here,If thou appear untouched by … [Read more...] about It Is A Beauteous Evening, By: William Wordsworth

A youth too certain of his power to wadeOn the smooth bottom of this clear bright sea,To sight so shallow, with a bather's gleeLeapt from this rock, and but for timely aidHe, by the alluring element betrayed,Had perished. Then might Sea-nymphs (and with sighsOf self-reproach) have chanted elegiesBewailing his sad fate, when he was laidIn peaceful earth: for, doubtless, he was … [Read more...] about Isle Of Man, By: William Wordsworth

Is there a power that can sustain and cheerThe captive chieftain, by a tyrant's doom,Forced to descend into his destined tombA dungeon dark! where he must waste the year,And lie cut off from all his heart holds dear;What time his injured country is a stageWhereon deliberate Valour and the rageOf righteous Vengeance side by side appear,Filling from morn to night the heroic … [Read more...] about Is There A Power That Can Sustain And Cheer, By: William Wordsworth

How sad a welcome! To each voyagerSome ragged child holds up for sale a storeOf wave-worn pebbles, pleading on the shoreWhere once came monk and nun with gentle stir,Blessings to give, news ask, or suit prefer.Yet is yon neat trim church a grateful speckOf novelty amid the sacred wreckStrewn far and wide. Think, proud Philosopher!Fallen though she be, this Glory of the … [Read more...] about Iona – Upon Landing, By: William Wordsworth

On to Iona! What can she affordTo 'us' save matter for a thoughtful sigh,Heaved over ruin with stabilityIn urgent contrast? To diffuse the WORD(Thy Paramount, mighty Nature! and Time's Lord)Her Temples rose, 'mid pagan gloom; but why,Even for a moment, has our verse deploredTheir wrongs, since they fulfilled their destiny?And when, subjected to a common doomOf mutability, those … [Read more...] about Iona, By: William Wordsworth