I met Louisa in the shade,And, having seen that lovely Maid,Why should I fear to sayThat, nymph-like, she is fleet and strong,And down the rocks can leap alongLike rivulets in May? She loves her fire, her cottage-home;Yet o'er the moorland will she roamIn weather rough and bleak;And, when against the wind she strains,Oh! might I kiss the mountain rainsThat sparkle on her … [Read more...] about Louisa After Accompanying Her On A Mountain Excursion, By: William Wordsworth
Look Now On That Adventurer Who Hath Paid, By: William Wordsworth
Look now on that Adventurer who hath paidHis vows to Fortune; who, in cruel slightOf virtuous hope, of liberty, and right,Hath followed wheresoe'er a way was madeBy the blind Goddess, ruthless, undismayed;And so hath gained at length a prosperous height,Round which the elements of worldly mightBeneath his haughty feet, like clouds, are laid.O joyless power that stands by … [Read more...] about Look Now On That Adventurer Who Hath Paid, By: William Wordsworth
London, 1802, 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;Oh! 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 London, 1802, By: William Wordsworth
Lines Written While Sailing In A Boat At Evening, By: William Wordsworth
How richly glows the water's breastBefore us, tinged with evening hues,While, facing thus the crimson west,The boat her silent course pursues!And see how dark the backward stream!A little moment past so smiling!And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam,Some other loiterers beguiling. Such views the youthful Bard allure;But, heedless of the following gloom,He deems their … [Read more...] about Lines Written While Sailing In A Boat At Evening, By: William Wordsworth
Lines Written On A Blank Leaf In A Copy Of The Author’s Poem “The Excursion,” By: William Wordsworth
Upon Hearing Of The Death Of The Late Vicar Of Kendal To public notice, with reluctance strong,Did I deliver this unfinished Song;Yet for one happy issue; and I lookWith self-congratulation on the BookWhich pious, learned, MURFITT saw and read;Upon my thoughts his saintly Spirit fed;He conned the new-born Lay with grateful heartForeboding not how soon he must … [Read more...] about Lines Written On A Blank Leaf In A Copy Of The Author’s Poem “The Excursion,” By: William Wordsworth