Six months to six years added he remainedUpon this sinful earth, by sin unstained:O blessed Lord! whose mercy then removedA Child whom every eye that looked on loved;Support us, teach us calmly to resignWhat we possessed, and now is wholly thine! … [Read more...] about Six Months To Six Years Added He Remained, By: WIlliam Wordsworth
Poems
Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman, By: William Wordsworth
With an incident in which he was concernedIn the sweet shire of Cardigan,Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall,An old Man dwells, a little man,'Tis said he once was tall.For five-and-thirty years he livedA running huntsman merry;And still the centre of his cheekIs red as a ripe cherry.No man like him the horn could sound,And hill and valley rang with gleeWhen Echo bandied, round and … [Read more...] about Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman, By: William Wordsworth
Reading Wisdom, By: Geoffrey Heptonstall
Reading age-old wisdomis new wine in an old bottlepoured by the hands of mercythat opens another door,one that was never there,and all was a blank wall. The pages are as virgin snow.When there are footnotes to follow.the metaphors are arrestingeven in their antiquity.The sun and stars are favouredwhen the moon rests its case,and the snow falls on summer lawns,a sure sign of … [Read more...] about Reading Wisdom, By: Geoffrey Heptonstall
Siege Of Vienna Raised By Jihn Sobieski, By: William Wordsworth
February 1816 Oh, for a kindling touch from that pure flameWhich ministered, erewhile, to a sacrificeOf gratitude, beneath Italian skies,In words like these: 'Up, Voice of song! proclaim'Thy saintly rapture with celestial aim:'For lo! the Imperial City stands released'From bondage threatened by the embattled East,'And Christendom respires; from guilt and shame'Redeemed, from … [Read more...] about Siege Of Vienna Raised By Jihn Sobieski, By: William Wordsworth
She Was A Phantom Of Delight, By: William Wordsworth
She was a Phantom of delightWhen first she gleamed upon my sight;A lovely Apparition, sentTo be a moment's ornament;Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair;But all things else about her drawnFrom May-time and the cheerful Dawn;A dancing Shape, an Image gay,To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.I saw her upon nearer view,A Spirit, yet a Woman too!Her … [Read more...] about She Was A Phantom Of Delight, By: William Wordsworth




