Poems

Say, ye far-traveled clouds, far-seeing hillsAmong the happiest-looking homes of menScattered all Britain over, through deep glen,On airy upland, and by forest rills,And o'er wide plains cheered by the lark that trillsHis sky-born warblings, does aught meet your kenMore fit to animate the Poet's pen,Aught that more surely by its aspect fillsPure minds with sinless envy, than … [Read more...] about On The Sight Of A Manse In The South Of Scotland, By: William Wordsworth

Though I beheld at first with blank surpriseThis Work, I now have gazed on it so longI see its truth with unreluctant eyes;O, my Beloved! I have done thee wrong,Conscious of blessedness, but, whence it sprung,Ever too heedless, as I now perceive:Morn into noon did pass, noon into eve,And the old day was welcome as the young,As welcome and as beautiful, in soothMore beautiful, … [Read more...] about On The Same Subject (To A Painter), By: William Wordsworth

Desire and guilt areGhosts manifest – trade-in-hand closing doors, open-ing casements on winter'sDay in the spring, lockingGates-to with a reassuringAccidental snap : primarySteps in sticking mud in coldFields of an eye-adjusted, brainCalming light in the yellow windowBreathing, slow definite and In-Finite silent sliding doors sadly,Locked eternity in step. … [Read more...] about Desire And Guilt, By: Niall Quinn

Picturing Maryanne’s sleek,crossed legs in her black dresskept me from drifting to sleep.I dreamed wide awake.This was our first camping trip.We’d gone from childhood friends to more,but I hadn’t told her I loved her yet.I’d been in love before, but this was differentbecause Maryanne was different.I’d consider her out of my league,but she didn’t see it that way.I interrogated … [Read more...] about Camping Memories: Discovering Love With Maryanne, By: Andrew Cyr

Oh! gather whencesoe'er ye safely mayThe help which slackening Pity requires;Nor deem that he perforce must go astrayWho treads upon the footmarks of his sires. When in the antique age of bow and spearAnd feudal rapine clothed with iron mail,Came ministers of peace, intent to rearThe Mother Church in yon sequestered vale; Then, to her Patron Saint a previous riteResounded … [Read more...] about On The Same Occasion – On Seeing The Foundation Preparing For The Erection Of Rydal Chapel, Westmoreland, By: William Wordsworth