Poems

Motions and Means, on land and sea at warWith old poetic feeling, not for this,Shall ye, by Poets even, be judged amiss!Nor shall your presence, howsoe'er it marThe loveliness of Nature, prove a barTo the Mind's gaining that prophetic senseOf future change, that point of vision, whenceMay be discovered what in soul ye are.In spite of all that beauty may disownIn your harsh … [Read more...] about Steamboats, Viaducts, And Railways, By: William Wordsworth

What crowd is this? what have we here! we must not pass it by;A Telescope upon its frame, and pointed to the sky:Long is it as a barber's pole, or mast of little boat,Some little pleasure-skiff, that doth on Thames's waters float. The Showman chooses well his place, 'tis Leicester's busy Square;And is as happy in his night, for the heavens are blue and fair;Calm, though … [Read more...] about Star-Gazers, By: William Wordsworth

Within our happy Castle there dwelt OneWhom without blame I may not overlook;For never sun on living creature shoneWho more devout enjoyment with us took:Here on his hours he hung as on a book,On his own time here would he float away,As doth a fly upon a summer brook;But go to-morrow, or belike to-day,Seek for him, he is fled; and whither none can say. Thus often would he … [Read more...] about Stanzas Written In My Pocket Copy Of Thomson’s “Castle Of Indolence,” By: William Wordsworth

The way its mist sprays from the wakeFormidable force that will give and take Gazing out from beyond the bowMesmerized in the here and now Sunrise sizzles and melts awayNo better place to exalt a day Lips stained with the taste of saltFriend and foe it’s not her fault Some days calm and so sereneBut mood swings bring a wrath marine Shimmering blue, tremendous and … [Read more...] about The Sea, By: Steven Mcdonald

If Life were slumber on a bed of down,Toil unimposed, vicissitude unknown,Sad were our lot: no hunter of the hareExults like him whose javelin from the lairHas roused the lion; no one plucks the rose,Whose proffered beauty in safe shelter blows'Mid a trim garden's summer luxuries,With joy like his who climbs, on hands and knees,For some rare plant, yon Headland of St. … [Read more...] about Stanzas Suggested In A Steamboat Off Saint Bees’ Heads, On The Coast Of Cumberland, By: William Wordsworth