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I Where art thou, my beloved Son,Where art thou, worse to me than dead?Oh find me, prosperous or undone!Or, if the grave be now thy bed,Why am I ignorant of the sameThat I may rest; and neither blameNor sorrow may attend thy name? II Seven years, alas! to have receivedNo tidings of an only child;To have despaired, have hoped, believed,And been for evermore … [Read more...] about The Affliction Of Margaret, By: William Wordsworth

Surprised by joy, impatient as the WindI turned to share the transport, Oh! with whomBut Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb,That spot which no vicissitude can find?Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind,But how could I forget thee? Through what power,Even for the least division of an hour,Have I been so beguiled as to be blindTo my most grievous loss! That thought's … [Read more...] about Surprised By Joy, By: William Wordsworth

Tranquility! the sovereign aim wert thouIn heathen schools of philosophic lore;Heart-stricken by stern destiny of yoreThe Tragic Muse thee served with thoughtful vow;And what of hope Elysium could allowWas fondly seized by Sculpture, to restorePeace to the Mourner. But when He who woreThe crown of thorns around his bleeding browWarmed our sad being with celestial light,'Then' … [Read more...] about Suggested By The Foregoing – Monument Of Mrs. Howard, By: William Wordsworth

The forest huge of ancient CaledonIs but a name, no more is Inglewood,That swept from hill to hill, from flood to flood:On her last thorn the nightly moon has shone;Yet still, though unappropriate Wild be none,Fair parks spread wide where Adam Bell might deignWith Clym o' the Clough, were they alive again,To kill for merry feast their venison.Nor wants the holy Abbot's gliding … [Read more...] about Suggested By A View From An Eminence In Inglewood Forest, By: William Wordsworth

The gentlest Poet, with free thoughts endowed,And a true master of the glowing strain,Might scan the narrow province with disdainThat to the Painter's skill is here allowed.This, this the Bird of Paradise! disclaimThe daring thought, forget the name;This the Sun's Bird, whom Glendoveers might ownAs no unworthy Partner in their flightThrough seas of ether, where the ruffling … [Read more...] about Suggested By A Picture Of The Bird Of Paradise, By: William Wordsworth