By Art's bold privilege Warrior and War-horse standOn ground yet strewn with their last battle's wreck;Let the Steed glory while his Master's handLies fixed for ages on his conscious neck;But by the Chieftain's look, though at his sideHangs that day's treasured sword, how firm a checkIs given to triumph and all human pride!Yon trophied Mound shrinks to a shadowy speckIn his … [Read more...] about On A Portrait Of The Duke Of Wellington Upon The Field Of Waterloo, By Haydon, By: William Wordsworth
On A Portrait Of I. F., Painted By Margaret Gillies, By: William Wordsworth
We gaze, nor grieve to think that we must die,But that the precious love this friend hath sownWithin our hearts, the love whose flower hath blownBright as if heaven were ever in its eye,Will pass so soon from human memory;And not by strangers to our blood alone,But by our best descendants be unknown,Unthought of this may surely claim a sigh.Yet, blessed Art, we yield not to … [Read more...] about On A Portrait Of I. F., Painted By Margaret Gillies, By: William Wordsworth
On A High Part Of The Coast Of Cumberland – Easter Sunday, April 7 – The Author’s Sixty-Third Birthday, By: William Wordsworth
The Sun, that seemed so mildly to retire,Flung back from distant climes a streaming fire,Whose blaze is now subdued to tender gleams,Prelude of night's approach with soothing dreams.Look round; of all the clouds not one is moving;'Tis the still hour of thinking, feeling, loving.Silent, and steadfast as the vaulted sky,The boundless plain of waters seems to lie:Comes that low … [Read more...] about On A High Part Of The Coast Of Cumberland – Easter Sunday, April 7 – The Author’s Sixty-Third Birthday, By: William Wordsworth
On A Celebrated Event In Ancient History, By: William Wordsworth
A Roman Master stands on Grecian ground,And to the people at the Isthmian GamesAssembled, He, by a herald's voice, proclaimsTHE LIBERTY OF GREECE: the words reboundUntil all voices in one voice are drowned;Glad acclamation by which air was rent!And birds, high-flying in the element,Dropped to the earth, astonished at the sound!Yet were the thoughtful grieved; and still that … [Read more...] about On A Celebrated Event In Ancient History, By: William Wordsworth
Oh What A Wreck! How Changed In Mien And Speech!, By: William Wordsworth
Oh what a Wreck! how changed in mien and speech!Yet, though dread Powers, that work in mystery, spinEntanglings of the brain; though shadows stretchO'er the chilled heart reflect; far, far withinHers is a holy Being, freed from Sin.She is not what she seems, a forlorn wretch;But delegated Spirits comfort fetchTo Her from heights that Reason may not win.Like Children, She is … [Read more...] about Oh What A Wreck! How Changed In Mien And Speech!, By: William Wordsworth