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High on her speculative towerStood Science waiting for the hourWhen Sol was destined to endure'That' darkening of his radiant faceWhich Superstition strove to chase,Erewhile, with rites impure. Afloat beneath Italian skies,Through regions fair as ParadiseWe gaily passed, till Nature wroughtA silent and unlooked-for change,That checked the desultory rangeOf joy and sprightly … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXVI. – The Eclipse Of The Sun, 1820, By: William Wordsworth

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