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Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – IX. – Hymn – For The Boatmen, As They Approach The Rapids Under The Castle Of Heidelberg, By: William Wordsworth

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Jesu! bless our slender Boat,By the current swept along;Loud its threatenings, let them notDrown the music of a songBreathed thy mercy to implore,Where these troubled waters roar! Saviour, for our warning, seenBleeding on that precious Rood;If, while through the meadows greenGently wound the peaceful flood,We forgot Thee, do not ThouDisregard thy Suppliants now! Hither, … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – IX. – Hymn – For The Boatmen, As They Approach The Rapids Under The Castle Of Heidelberg, By: William Wordsworth

Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – IV. – After Visiting The Field Of Waterloo, By: William Wordsworth

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A winged Goddess, clothed in vesture wroughtOf rainbow colours; One whose port was bold,Whose overburthened hand could scarcely holdThe glittering crowns and garlands which it broughtHovered in air above the far-famed Spot.She vanished; leaving prospect blank and coldOf wind-swept corn that wide around us rolledIn dreary billows; wood, and meagre cot,And monuments that soon … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – IV. – After Visiting The Field Of Waterloo, By: William Wordsworth

Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – III. – Bruges, By: William Wordsworth

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The Spirit of Antiquity, enshrinedIn sumptuous buildings, vocal in sweet song,In picture, speaking with heroic tongue,And with devout solemnities entwined,Mounts to the seat of grace within the mind:Hence Forms that glide with swan-like ease along,Hence motions, even amid the vulgar throng,To an harmonious decency confined:As if the streets were consecrated ground,The city one … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – III. – Bruges, By: William Wordsworth

Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – II. – Bruges, By: William Wordsworth

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Bruges I saw attired with golden light(Streamed from the west) as with a robe of power:The splendour fled; and now the sunless hour,That, slowly making way for peaceful night,Best suits with fallen grandeur, to my sightOffers the beauty, the magnificence,And sober graces, left her for defenseAgainst the injuries of time, the spiteOf fortune, and the desolating stormsOf future … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – II. – Bruges, By: William Wordsworth

Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – I. Fish-Women – On Landing At Calais, By: William Wordsworth

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'Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfoldThe likeness of whate'er on land is seen;But, if the Nereid Sisters and their Queen,Above whose heads the tide so long hath rolled,The Dames resemble whom we here behold,How fearful were it down through opening wavesTo sink, and meet them in their fretted caves,Withered grotesque, immeasurably old,And shrill and fierce in accent! Fear it … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – I. Fish-Women – On Landing At Calais, By: William Wordsworth