"What know we of the Blest aboveBut that they sing and that they love?"Yet, if they ever did inspireA mortal hymn, or shaped the choir,Now, where those harvest Damsels floatHomeward in their rugged Boat,(While all the ruffling winds are fledEach slumbering on some mountain's head)Now, surely, hath that gracious aidBeen felt, that influence is displayed.Pupils of Heaven, in … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XVI. – Scene On The Lake Of Brientz, By: William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XV. – After-Thought, By: William Wordsworth
O life! without thy chequered sceneOf right and wrong, of weal and woe,Success and failure, could a groundFor magnanimity be found;For faith, 'mid ruined hopes, serene?Or whence could virtue flow? Pain entered through a ghastly breachNor while sin lasts must effort cease;Heaven upon earth's an empty boast;But, for the bowers of Eden lost,Mercy has placed within our reachA … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XV. – After-Thought, By: William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XIX. – Effusion, By: William Wordsworth
In Presence Of The Painted Tower Of Tell, At Altorf. What though the Italian pencil wrought not here,Nor such fine skill as did the meed bestowOn Marathonian valour, yet the tearSprings forth in presence of this gaudy show,While narrow cares their limits overflow.Thrice happy, burghers, peasants, warriors old,Infants in arms, and ye, that as ye goHomeward or schoolward, ape … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XIX. – Effusion, By: William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XIV. – Composed In One Of The Catholic Cantons, By: William Wordsworth
Doomed as we are our native dustTo wet with many a bitter shower,It ill befits us to disdainThe altar, to deride the fane,Where simple Sufferers bend, in trustTo win a happier hour. I love, where spreads the village lawn,Upon some knee-worn cell to gaze:Hail to the firm unmoving cross,Aloft, where pines their branches toss!And to the chapel far withdrawn,That lurks by lonely … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XIV. – Composed In One Of The Catholic Cantons, By: William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XIII. – Memorial, By: William Wordsworth
Near The Outlet Of The Lake Of Thun "Dem Andenken Meines Freundes Aloys Reding MDCCCXVIII." Around a wild and woody hillA gravelled pathway treading,We reached a votive Stone that bearsThe name of Aloys Reding. Well judged the Friend who placed it thereFor silence and protection;And haply with a finer careOf dutiful affection. The Sun regards it from the … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XIII. – Memorial, By: William Wordsworth