Poetry Catalog

Rude is this Edifice, and Thou hast seenBuildings, albeit rude, that have maintainedProportions more harmonious, and approachedTo closer fellowship with ideal grace.But take it in good part:, alas! the poorVitruvius of our village had no helpFrom the great City; never, upon leavesOf red Morocco folio, saw displayed,In long succession, pre-existing ghostsOf Beauties yet unborn, … [Read more...] about Inscriptions Written With A Pencil Upon A Stone In The Wall Of The House (An Outhouse), On The Island At Grasmere., By: William Wordsworth

Dawn is a felt-board tableauA climbing black line of silhouetted hillsideon a board of deep bluewith a crescent of waning Moonpasted above a dark riseScattered starry pinpricks higher uplike distant relations of the light pointsthat pepper the silhouetted ridgeand a blue gum climbing black against the blue But there are frequent telltale signsthat this board may be an … [Read more...] about One Felt Dawn, By: Grant Shimmin

The embowering rose, the acacia, and the pine,Will not unwillingly their place resign;If but the Cedar thrive that near them stands,Planted by Beaumont's and by 's hands.One wooed the silent Art with studious pains:These groves have heard the Other's pensive strains;Devoted thus, their spirits did uniteBy interchange of knowledge and delight.May Nature's kindliest powers … [Read more...] about Inscriptions In The Ground Of Coleorton, The Seat Of Sir George Beaumont, Bart., Leicestershire, By: William Wordsworth

You’re so damn lucky I was around So many nights You’d paint the town You wore me out And stretched me thin All those close calls And then you’d grin You seemed to know That you’d be fine And I’d get to you In the nick of time Well I must say I’m very glad that’s done Cuz you finally learned How to have safe fun … [Read more...] about Guardian Angel, By: Steven Mcdonald

If thou in the dear love of some one FriendHast been so happy that thou know'st what thoughtsWill sometimes in the happiness of loveMake the heart sink, then wilt thou reverenceThis quiet spot; and, Stranger! not unmovedWilt thou behold this shapeless heap of stones,The desolate ruins of St. Herbert's Cell.Here stood his threshold; here was spread the roofThat sheltered him, a … [Read more...] about Inscriptions For The Spot Where The Hermitage Stood On St. Herbert’s Island, Derwentwater., By: William Wordsworth