Amid this dance of objects sadness stealsO'er the defrauded heart while sweeping by,As in a fit of Thespian jollity,Beneath her vine-leaf crown the green Earth reels:Backward, in rapid evanescence, wheelsThe venerable pageantry of Time,Each beetling rampart, and each tower sublime,And what the Dell unwillingly revealsOf lurking cloistral arch, through trees espiedNear the … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – VIII. – In A Carriage, Upon The Banks Of The Rhine, By: William Wordsworth
Poems
We Could All Be Mars, By: Nathan Mallon
A parched absence of love's love for her irregular twins sees a red-faced father detonate his wrath of sins. This universal passion invades the Earth and stars. Thus, maligned by terror and panic, we could all be Mars. … [Read more...] about We Could All Be Mars, By: Nathan Mallon
Crowd Surfing at Rock City, By: Hongwei Bao
Soft Play is anything but soft – it’s hard as rock. Bodies as instruments and tattoos as skinwear, Isaac and Laurie burst into fireworks of their lives. On the floor, an ocean of fans. Suddenly, a stir. A young lad, topless, face up and legs apart, emerges on the horizon, moving swiftly like a sea lion. Another, a third, then a young lass. A … [Read more...] about Crowd Surfing at Rock City, By: Hongwei Bao
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – VII. – In The Cathedral At Cologne, By: William Wordsworth
O for the help of Angels to completeThis Temple, Angels governed by a planThus far pursued (how gloriously!) by Man,Studious that He might not disdain the seatWho dwells in heaven! But that aspiring heatHath failed; and now, ye Powers! whose gorgeous wingsAnd splendid aspect yon emblazoningsBut faintly picture, 'twere an office meetFor you, on these unfinished shafts to tryThe … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – VII. – In The Cathedral At Cologne, By: William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – VI. – Aix-La-Chapelle, By: William Wordsworth
Was it to disenchant, and to undo,That we approached the Seat of Charlemaine?To sweep from many an old romantic strainThat faith which no devotion may renew!Why does this puny Church present to viewHer feeble columns? and that scanty chair!This sword that one of our weak times might wear!Objects of false pretense, or meanly true!If from a traveler's fortune I might claimA … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – VI. – Aix-La-Chapelle, By: William Wordsworth