Stretched on the dying Mother's lap, lies deadHer new-born Babe; dire ending of bright hope!But Sculpture here, with the divinest scopeOf luminous faith, heavenward hath raised that headSo patiently; and through one hand has spreadA touch so tender for the insensate Child(Earth's lingering love to parting reconciled,Brief parting, for the spirit is all but fled)That we, who … [Read more...] about Monument Of Mrs. Howard – By Nollekens – In Wetheral Church, Near Corby, On The Banks Of The Eden, By: William Wordsworth
Miscellaneous Sonnets, 1842 – VIII – Lo! Where She Stands Fixed In A Saint-Like Trance, By: William Wordsworth
Lo! where she stands fixed in a saint-like trance,One upward hand, as if she needed restFrom rapture, lying softly on her breast!Nor wants her eyeball an ethereal glance;But not the less, nay more, that countenance,While thus illumined, tells of painful strifeFor a sick heart made weary of this lifeBy love, long crossed with adverse circumstance.Would She were now as when she … [Read more...] about Miscellaneous Sonnets, 1842 – VIII – Lo! Where She Stands Fixed In A Saint-Like Trance, By: William Wordsworth
Miscellaneous Sonnets, 1842 – VII – Men Of The Western World, By: William Wordsworth
Men of the Western World! in Fate's dark bookWhence these opprobrious leaves of dire portent?Think ye your British Ancestors forsookTheir native Land, for outrage provident;From unsubmissive necks the bridle shookTo give, in their Descendants, freer ventAnd wider range to passions turbulent,To mutual tyranny a deadlier look?Nay, said a voice, soft as the south wind's … [Read more...] about Miscellaneous Sonnets, 1842 – VII – Men Of The Western World, By: William Wordsworth
Miscellaneous Sonnets, 1842 – VI – Concluded, By: William Wordsworth
Long-favoured England! be not thou misledBy monstrous theories of alien growth,Lest alien frenzy seize thee, waxing wroth,Self-smitten till thy garments reek dyed redWith thy own blood, which tears in torrents shedFail to wash out, tears flowing ere thy trothBe plighted, not to ease but sullen sloth,Or wan despair the ghost of false hope fledInto a shameful grave. Among thy … [Read more...] about Miscellaneous Sonnets, 1842 – VI – Concluded, By: William Wordsworth
Miscellaneous Sonnets, 1842 – V – Continued, By: William Wordsworth
Who ponders National events shall findAn awful balancing of loss and gain,Joy based on sorrow, good with ill combined,And proud deliverance issuing out of painAnd direful throes; as if the All-ruling Mind,With whose perfection it consists to ordainVolcanic burst, earthquake, and hurricane,Dealt in like sort with feeble human kindBy laws immutable. But woe for himWho thus … [Read more...] about Miscellaneous Sonnets, 1842 – V – Continued, By: William Wordsworth




