A genial hearth, a hospitable board,And a refined rusticity, belongTo the neat mansion, where, his flock among,The learned Pastor dwells, their watchful Lord.Though meek and patient as a sheathed sword;Though pride's least lurking thought appear a wrongTo human kind; though peace be on his tongue,Gentleness in his heart can earth affordSuch genuine state, pre-eminence so … [Read more...] about Ecclesiastical Sonnets – Part III. – XVIII – Pastoral Character, By: William Wordsworth
Every Day Is Valentine’s Day, By: Andrew Cyr
Valentine’s Day came early this year.And it never left.I tried showing Cupid the door,but Hannah wouldn’t leave.And I started wanting her to stay.We devised an eveningto get this attraction out of our system.Our lust burned our lover’s trust.We promised it’d happen once,and no one would know.I trailed behind the promise I madeThe degree to which I couldn’t carrythe weight of … [Read more...] about Every Day Is Valentine’s Day, By: Andrew Cyr
Ecclesiastical Sonnets – Part III. – XVII – Places Of Worship, By: William Wordsworth
As star that shines dependent upon starIs to the sky while we look up and love;As to the deep fair ships which though they moveSeem fixed, to eyes that watch them from afar;As to the sandy desert fountains are,With palm-groves shaded at wide intervals,Whose fruit around the sun-burnt Native fallsOf roving tired or desultory warSuch to this British Isle her Christian Fanes,Each … [Read more...] about Ecclesiastical Sonnets – Part III. – XVII – Places Of Worship, By: William Wordsworth
Ecclesiastical Sonnets – Part III. – XVI – Bishops And Priests, By: William Wordsworth
Bishops and Priests, blessed are ye, if deep(As yours above all offices is high)Deep in your hearts the sense of duty lie;Charged as ye are by Christ to feed and keepFrom wolves your portion of his chosen sheep:Labouring as ever in your Master's sight,Making your hardest task your best delight,What perfect glory ye in Heaven shall reap!But, in the solemn Office which ye … [Read more...] about Ecclesiastical Sonnets – Part III. – XVI – Bishops And Priests, By: William Wordsworth
Ecclesiastical Sonnets – Part III. – XLVII – Conclusion, By: William Wordsworth
Why sleeps the future, as a snake enrolled,Coil within coil, at noon-tide? For the WORDYields, if with unpresumptuous faith explored,Power at whose touch the sluggard shall unfoldHis drowsy rings. Look forth! that Stream behold,That stream upon whose bosom we have passedFloating at ease while nations have effacedNations, and Death has gathered to his foldLong lines of mighty … [Read more...] about Ecclesiastical Sonnets – Part III. – XLVII – Conclusion, By: William Wordsworth