Proud were ye, Mountains, when, in times of old,Your patriot sons, to stem invasive war,Intrenched your brows; ye gloried in each scar:Now, for your shame, a Power, the Thirst of Gold,That rules o'er Britain like a baneful star,Wills that your peace, your beauty, shall be sold,And clear way made for her triumphal carThrough the beloved retreats your arms enfold!Heard Ye that … [Read more...] about Proud Were Ye, Mountains, When, In Times Of Old, By: William Wordsworth
Poems
Let Go, By: Samuel Okereke
Was everything a dream or did it happenThe memories are so distant I can’t remember living themIt’s a cold December but the warmth of you still sits with meLook as far ahead as your eyes can seeSo I was told because I kept stumbling on the memories of yesterdayBut is my reminiscent mind an excuse or just a byproduct of my realityWhat I mean by that is, am I missing … [Read more...] about Let Go, By: Samuel Okereke
Protest Against The Ballot, By: William Wordsworth
Forth rushed from Envy sprung and Self-conceit,A Power misnamed the spirit of reform,And through the astonished Island swept in storm,Threatening to lay all orders at her feetThat crossed her way. Now stoops she to entreatLicense to hide at intervals her headWhere she may work, safe, undisquieted,In a close Box, covert for Justice meet.St, George of England! keep a watchful … [Read more...] about Protest Against The Ballot, By: William Wordsworth
The Seasons Confuse, By: Niall Quinn
The seasons confuse in theirStasis & change, fixing nut-Thatches' eyes in lit permanence,Locked dead on a shed's floor :Where a bicycle and a dirty dollRemain mausoleum limp in herEver-new stare : both sad, shout-Ing feathers glued to stone – notForever – Here. … [Read more...] about The Seasons Confuse, By: Niall Quinn
Presentiments, By: William Wordsworth
Presentiments! they judge not rightWho deem that ye from open lightRetire in fear of shame;All 'heaven-born' Instincts shun the touchOf vulgar sense, and, being such,Such privilege ye claim. The tear whose source I could not guess,The deep sigh that seemed fatherless,Were mine in early days;And now, unforced by time to partWith fancy, I obey my heart,And venture on your … [Read more...] about Presentiments, By: William Wordsworth




