Poems

Behold an emblem of our human mindCrowded with thoughts that need a settled home,Yet, like to eddying balls of foamWithin this whirlpool, they each other chaseRound and round, and neither findAn outlet nor a resting-place!Stranger, if such disquietude be thine,Fall on thy knees and sue for help divine. … [Read more...] about On The Banks Of A Rocky Stream, By: William Wordsworth

Yellow Warblersdescribearcs in the mildbreeze of June. Circles ofsheer delightexecuted in theskywith aplomb; a blue, clear, cloudlessregionof freedomfor thesoaring ones, the happy soulson wings and fire, the rolling meadowsfar-off birches, pinesand oaks, temporaryterrainsfor the visitorsfrom the heavens. Watching the acrobats,a feelingofbliss overcomesthe lonely … [Read more...] about Dopamine, By: Sunil Sharma

When haughty expectations prostrate lie,And grandeur crouches like a guilty thing,Oft shall the lowly weak, till nature bringMature release, in fair societySurvive, and Fortune's utmost anger try;Like these frail snowdrops that together cling,And nod their helmets, smitten by the wingOf many a furious whirl-blast sweeping by.Observe the faithful flowers! if small to greatMay … [Read more...] about On Seeing A Tuft Of Snowdrops In A Storm, By: William Wordsworth

I see you in the fogI see you in the grassI concentrate on meAnd then the moment passed I see you in the wavesAs they roll upon the beachI see you in my friendsYou are never out of reach I see you in the childrenWhen they laugh, run, and playIt comforts me to knowThat you will always stay I hear you in the windI see you in the rainI know you will relieve meWhen my … [Read more...] about I See You, By: Steven Mcdonald

Frowns are on every Muse's face,Reproaches from their lips are sent,That mimicry should thus disgraceThe noble Instrument. A very Harp in all but size!Needles for strings in apt gradation!Minerva's self would stigmatizeThe unclassic profanation. Even her 'own' needle that subduedArachne's rival spirit,Though wrought in Vulcan's happiest mood,Such honour could not … [Read more...] about On Seeing A Needlecase In The Form Of A Harp – The Work Of E.M.S., By: William Wordsworth