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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knee-worn cell to gaze:Hail to the firm unmoving cross,Aloft, where pines their branches toss!And to the chapel far withdrawn,That lurks by lonely … [Read more...]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

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

From the fierce aspect of this River, throwingHis giant body o'er the steep rock's brink,Back in astonishment and fear we shrink:But, gradually a calmer look bestowing,Flowers we espy beside the torrent growing;Flowers that peep forth from many a cleft and chink,And, from the whirlwind of his anger, drinkHues ever fresh, in rocky fortress blowing:They suck from breath that, … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XII. – The Fall Of The Aar – Handec, By: William Wordsworth

Uttered by whom, or how inspired designedFor what strange service, does this concert reachOur ears, and near the dwellings of mankind!'Mid fields familiarized to human speech?No Mermaid's warble to allay the windDriving some vessel toward a dangerous beach,More thrilling melodies; Witch answering Witch,To chant a love-spell, never intertwinedNotes shrill and wild with art more … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XI. – On Approaching The Staub-Bach, Lauterbrunnen, By: William Wordsworth

Not, like his great Compeers, indignantlyDoth Danube spring to life! The wandering Stream(Who loves the Cross, yet to the Crescent's gleamUnfolds a willing breast) with infant gleeSlips from his prison walls: and Fancy, freeTo follow in his track of silver light,Mounts on rapt wing, and with a moment's flightHath reached the encincture of that gloomy seaWhose waves the Orphean … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – X. – The Source Of The Danube, By: William Wordsworth