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Said Secrecy to Cowardice and Fraud,Falsehood and Treachery, in close council met,Deep under ground, in Pluto's cabinet,"The frost of England's pride will soon be thawed;"Hooded the open brow that overawed"Our schemes; the faith and honour, never yet"By us with hope encountered, be upset;"For once I burst my bands, and cry, applaud!"Then whispered she, "The Bill is carrying … [Read more...] about Sonnets – VII. – Said Secrecy To Cowardice And Fraud, By: William Wordsworth

"Miss not the occasion: by the forelock takeThat subtile Power, the never-halting Time,Lest a mere moment's putting-off should makeMischance almost as heavy as a crime." "Wait, prithee, wait!" this answer Lesbia threwForth to her Dove, and took no further heed;Her eye was busy, while her fingers flewAcross the harp, with soul-engrossing speed;But from that bondage when her … [Read more...] about Sonnets – VI. – To…, By: William Wordsworth

Four fiery steeds impatient of the reinWhirled us o'er sunless ground beneath a skyAs void of sunshine, when, from that wide plain,Clear tops of far-off mountains we descry,Like a Sierra of cerulean Spain,All light and lustre. Did no heart reply;Yes, there was One; for One, asunder flyThe thousand links of that ethereal chain;And green vales open out, with grove and field,And … [Read more...] about Sonnets – V. – Four Fiery Steeds Impatient Of The Rein, By: William Wordsworth

Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plantOf such weak fibre that the treacherous airOf absence withers what was once so fair?Is there no debt to pay, no boon to grant?Yet have my thoughts for thee been vigilantBound to thy service with unceasing care,The mind's least generous wish a mendicantFor nought but what thy happiness could spare.Speak though this soft warm heart, once … [Read more...] about Sonnets – IV. – Why Art Thou Silent! Is Thy Love A Plant, By: William Wordsworth

When human touch (as monkish books attest)Nor was applied nor could be, Ledbury bellsBroke forth in concert flung adown the dells,And upward, high as Malvern's cloudy crest;Sweet tones, and caught by a noble Lady blestTo rapture! Mabel listened at the sideOf her loved mistress: soon the music died,And Catherine said, "Here I set up my rest."Warned in a dream, the Wanderer long … [Read more...] about Sonnets – III. – St. Catherine Of Ledbury, By: William Wordsworth