It is not to be thought of that the floodOf British freedom, which, to the open seaOf the world's praise, from dark antiquityHath flow'd, --with pomp of waters, unwithstood,--Roused though it be full often to a moodWhich spurns the check of salutary bands,That this most famous stream in bogs and sandsShould perish; and to evil and to goodBe lost for ever. In our halls is … [Read more...] about England, 1802 (IV), By: William Wordsworth
England, 1802 (III), By: William Wordsworth
Great men have been among us; hands that penn'dAnd tongues that utter'd wisdom - better none:The later Sidney, Marvel, Harrington,Young Vane, and others who call'd Milton friend.These moralists could act and comprehend:They knew how genuine glory was put on;Taught us how rightfully a nation shoneIn splendour: what strength was, that would not bendBut in magnanimous meekness. … [Read more...] about England, 1802 (III), By: William Wordsworth
England, 1802 (II), By: William Wordsworth
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour:England hath need of thee: she is a fenOf stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,Have forfeited their ancient English dowerOf inward happiness. We are selfish men;O raise us up, return to us again,And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power!Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart;Thou … [Read more...] about England, 1802 (II), By: William Wordsworth
England, 1802 (I), By: William Wordsworth
O friend! I know not which way I must lookFor comfort, being, as I am, opprest,To think that now our life is only drestFor show; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook,Or groom! - We must run glittering like a brookIn the open sunshine, or we are unblest:The wealthiest man among us is the best:No grandeur now in nature or in bookDelights us. Rapine, avarice, expense,This is … [Read more...] about England, 1802 (I), By: William Wordsworth