Poems

For Louise Cowan Worth warbling, chortles Raven, microdeath,The ancient warning, the ever-echoing tomb,Exactly reckoning his longshadowed roomAnd the breathless count of disappearing breath.So what, cut-rate crow, blown-up blackbird,We wise skeletons do know what you didAnd where all the once-burning eyeballs are hidAnd gasping poets uttered one last word.Ha! I hear your … [Read more...] about Worth Warbling, By: R.W. Haynes

For ever hallowed be this morning fair,Blest be the unconscious shore on which ye tread,And blest the silver Cross, which ye, insteadOf martial banner, in procession bear;The Cross preceding Him who floats in air,The pictured Saviour! By Augustin led,They come, and onward travel without dread,Chanting in barbarous ears a tuneful prayerSung for themselves, and those whom they … [Read more...] about Ecclesiastical Sonnets – Part I. – XIV – Glad Tidings, By: William Wordsworth

A bright-haired company of youthful slaves,Beautiful strangers, stand within the paleOf a sad market, ranged for public sale,Where Tiber's stream the immortal City laves:Angli by name; and not an Angel wavesHis wing who could seem lovelier to man's eyeThan they appear to holy Gregory;Who, having learnt that name, salvation cravesFor Them, and for their Land. The earnest … [Read more...] about Ecclesiastical Sonnets – Part I. – XIII – Casual Incitement, By: William Wordsworth

'The oppression of the tumult, wrath and scornThe tribulation and the gleaming blades'Such is the impetuous spirit that pervadesThe song of Taliesin; Ours shall mournThe 'unarmed' Host who by their prayers would turnThe sword from Bangor's walls, and guard the storeOf Aboriginal and Roman lore,And Christian monuments, that now must burnTo senseless ashes. Mark! how all things … [Read more...] about Ecclesiastical Sonnets – Part I. – XII – Monastery Of Old Bangor, By: William Wordsworth