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O friend! I know not which way I must lookFor comfort, being, as I am, opprest,To think that now our life is only drestFor show; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook,Or groom! - We must run glittering like a brookIn the open sunshine, or we are unblest:The wealthiest man among us is the best:No grandeur now in nature or in bookDelights us. Rapine, avarice, expense,This is … [Read more...] about England, 1802 (I), By: William Wordsworth

England! the time is come when thou should'st weanThy heart from its emasculating food;The truth should now be better understood;Old things have been unsettled; we have seenFair seed-time, better harvest might have beenBut for thy trespasses; and, at this day,If for Greece, Egypt, India, Africa,Aught good were destined, thou would'st step between.England! all nations in this … [Read more...] about England! The Time Is Come When Thou Should’st Wean, By: William Wordsworth

Emperors and Kings, how oft have temples rungWith impious thanksgiving, the Almighty's scorn!How oft above their altars have been hungTrophies that led the good and wise to mournTriumphant wrong, battle of battle born,And sorrow that to fruitless sorrow clung!Now, from Heaven-sanctioned victory, Peace is sprung;In this firm hour Salvation lifts her horn.Glory to arms! But, … [Read more...] about Emperors And Kings, How Oft Have Temples Rung, By: William Wordsworth

Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sateUpon the braes of Kirtle,Was lovely as a Grecian maidAdorned with wreaths of myrtle;Young Adam Bruce beside her lay,And there did they beguile the dayWith love and gentle speeches,Beneath the budding beeches. From many knights and many squiresThe Bruce had been selected;And Gordon, fairest of them all,By Ellen was rejected.Sad tidings to that … [Read more...] about Ellen Irwin, By: William Wordsworth

I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile!Four summer weeks I dwelt in sight of thee:I saw thee every day; and all the whileThy Form was sleeping on a glassy sea. So pure the sky, so quiet was the air!So like, so very like, was day to day!Whene'er I looked, thy Image still was there;It trembled, but it never passed away. How perfect was the calm! it seemed no sleep;No … [Read more...] about Elegiac Stanzas Suggested By A Picture Of Peele Castle In A Storm, Painted By Sir George Beaumont, By: William Wordsworth