From the Pier's head, musing, and with increaseOf wonder, I have watched this sea-side Town,Under the white cliff's battlemented crown,Hushed to a depth of more than Sabbath peace:The streets and quays are thronged, but why disownTheir natural utterance: whence this strange releaseFrom social noise, silence elsewhere unknown?A Spirit whispered, "Let all wonder cease;Ocean's … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXXVI. – At Dover, By: William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXXV. – After Landing – The Valley Of Dover – Nov. 1820, By: William Wordsworth
Where be the noisy followers of the gameWhich faction breeds; the turmoil where? that passedThrough Europe, echoing from the newsman's blast,And filled our hearts with grief for England's shame.Peace greets us; rambling on without an aimWe mark majestic herds of cattle, freeTo ruminate, couched on the grassy lea;And hear far-off the mellow horn proclaimThe Season's harmless … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXXV. – After Landing – The Valley Of Dover – Nov. 1820, By: William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXXIV. – On Being Stranded Near The Harbour Of Boulogne, By: William Wordsworth
Why cast ye back upon the Gallic shore,Ye furious waves! a patriotic SonOf England, who in hope her coast had won,His project crowned, his pleasant travel o'er?Well, let him pace this noted beach once more,That gave the Roman his triumphal shells;That saw the Corsican his cap and bellsHaughtily shake, a dreaming Conqueror!Enough: my Country's cliffs I can behold,And proudly … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXXIV. – On Being Stranded Near The Harbour Of Boulogne, By: William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXXIII. – Sky-Prospect – From The Plain Of France, By: William Wordsworth
Lo! in the burning west, the craggy napeOf a proud Ararat! and, thereupon,The Ark, her melancholy voyage done!Yon rampant cloud mimics a lion's shape;There, combats a huge crocodile agapeA golden spear to swallow! and that brownAnd massy grove, so near yon blazing town,Stirs and recedes, destruction to escape!Yet all is harmless, as the Elysian shadesWhere Spirits dwell in … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXXIII. – Sky-Prospect – From The Plain Of France, By: William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXXI. – Processions – Suggested On A Sabbath Morning In The Vale Of Chamouny, By: William Wordsworth
To appease the Gods; or public thanks to yield;Or to solicit knowledge of events,Which in her breast Futurity concealed;And that the past might have its true intentsFeelingly told by living monumentsMankind of yore were prompted to deviseRites such as yet Persepolis presentsGraven on her cankered walls, solemnitiesThat moved in long array before admiring eyes. The Hebrews … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXXI. – Processions – Suggested On A Sabbath Morning In The Vale Of Chamouny, By: William Wordsworth