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It was a 'moral' end for which they fought;Else how, when mighty Thrones were put to shame,Could they, poor Shepherds, have preserved an aim,A resolution, or enlivening thought?Nor hath that moral good been 'vainly' sought;For in their magnanimity and famePowers have they left, an impulse, and a claimWhich neither can be overturned nor bought.Sleep, Warriors, sleep! among your … [Read more...] about On The Final Submission Of The Tyrolese, By: William Wordsworth

Once did She hold the gorgeous east in fee;And was the safeguard of the west: the worthOf Venice did not fall below her birth,Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty.She was a maiden City, bright and free;No guile seduced, no force could violate;And, when she took unto herself a Mate,She must espouse the everlasting Sea.And what if she had seen those glories fade,Those titles … [Read more...] about On The Extinction Of The Venetian Republic, By: William Wordsworth

A book came forth of late, called PETER BELL;Not negligent the style; the matter? goodAs aught that song records of Robin Hood;Or Roy, renowned through many a Scottish dell;But some (who brook those hackneyed themes full well,Nor heat, at Tam o' Shanter's name, their blood)Waxed wroth, and with foul claws, a harpy brood,On Bard and Hero clamorously fell.Heed not, wild Rover … [Read more...] about On The Detraction Which Followed The Publication Of A Certain Poem, By: William Wordsworth

A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain,Nor of the setting sun's pathetic lightEngendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height:Spirits of Power, assembled there, complainFor kindred Power departing from their sight;While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain,Saddens his voice again, and yet again.Lift up your hearts, ye Mourners! for the mightOf the whole world's good … [Read more...] about On The Departure Of Sir Walter Scott From Abbotsford, By: William Wordsworth

Ward of the Law! dread Shadow of a King!Whose realm had dwindled to one stately room;Whose universe was gloom immersed in gloom,Darkness as thick as life o'er life could fling,Save haply for some feeble glimmeringOf Faith and Hope if thou, by nature's doom,Gently hast sunk into the quiet tomb,Why should we bend in grief, to sorrow cling,When thankfulness were best? … [Read more...] about On The Death Of His Majesty (George The Third), By: William Wordsworth