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By Leonardo Da Vinci, In The Refectory Of The Convent Of Maria Della Grazia - Milan. Tho' searching damps and many an envious flawHave marred this Work; the calm ethereal grace,The love deep-seated in the Saviour's face,The mercy, goodness, have not failed to aweThe Elements; as they do melt and thawThe heart of the Beholder and erase(At least for one rapt moment) every … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXV. – The Last Supper, By: William Wordsworth

Vallombrosa! I longed in thy shadiest woodTo slumber, reclined on the moss-covered floor,To listen to Anio's precipitous flood,When the stillness of evening hath deepened its roar;To range through the Temples of Paestum, to museIn Pompeii preserved by her burial in earth;On pictures to gaze where they drank in their hues;And murmur sweet songs on the ground of their … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXIX. – Stanzas – Composed In The Simplon Pass, By: William Wordsworth

I With nodding plumes, and lightly drestLike foresters in leaf-green vest,The Helvetian Mountaineers, on groundFor Tell's dread archery renowned,Before the target stood, to claimThe guerdon of the steadiest aim.Loud was the rifle-gun's reportA startling thunder quick and short!But, flying through the heights around,Echo prolonged a tell-tale soundOf hearts and hands alike … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXIV. – The Italian Itinerant And The Swiss Goatherd. – Part II, By: William Wordsworth

I Now that the farewell tear is dried,Heaven prosper thee, be hope thy guideHope be thy guide, adventurous Boy;The wages of thy travel, joy!Whether for London bound, to trillThy mountain notes with simple skill;Or on thy head to poise a showOf Images in seemly row;The graceful form of milk-white Steed,Or Bird that soared with Ganymede;Or through our hamlets thou wilt bearThe … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXIV. – The Italian Itinerant And The Swiss Goatherd. – Part I, By: William Wordsworth

Seen From The Lake Of Lugano Thou sacred Pile! whose turrets riseFrom yon steep mountain's loftiest stage,Guarded by lone San Salvador;Sink (if thou must) as heretofore,To sulphurous bolts a sacrifice,But ne'er to human rage! On Horeb's top, on Sinai, deignedTo rest the universal Lord:Why leap the fountains from their cellsWhere everlasting Bounty dwells?That, while the … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXIII. – The Church Of San Salvador, By: William Wordsworth