What beast of chase hath broken from the cover?Stern Gemmi listens to as full a cry,As multitudinous a harmonyOf sounds as rang the heights of Latmos over,When, from the soft couch of her sleeping Lover,Up-starting, Cynthia skimmed the mountain dewIn keen pursuit, and gave, where'er she flew,Impetuous motion to the Stars above her.A solitary Wolf-dog, ranging onThrough the … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXX. – Echo, Upon The Gemmi, By: William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXVII. – The Three Cottage Girls, By: William Wordsworth
I How blest the Maid whose heart, yet freeFrom Love's uneasy sovereigntyBeats with a fancy running high,Her simple cares to magnify;Whom Labour, never urged to toil,Hath cherished on a healthful soil;Who knows not pomp, who heeds not pelf;Whose heaviest sin it is to lookAskance upon her pretty SelfReflected in some crystal brook;Whom grief hath spared, who sheds no tearBut … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXVII. – The Three Cottage Girls, By: William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXVIII. – The Column Intended By Buonaparte For A Triumphal Edifice In Milan, Now Lying By The Way-Side In The Simplon Pass, By: William Wordsworth
Ambition, following down this far-famed slopeHer Pioneer, the snow-dissolving Sun,While clarions prate of kingdoms to be wonPerchance, in future ages, here may stop;Taught to mistrust her flattering horoscopeBy admonition from this prostrate Stone!Memento uninscribed of Pride o'erthrown;Vanity's hieroglyphic; a choice tropeIn Fortune's rhetoric. Daughter of the Rock,Rest where … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXVIII. – The Column Intended By Buonaparte For A Triumphal Edifice In Milan, Now Lying By The Way-Side In The Simplon Pass, By: William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXVI. – The Eclipse Of The Sun, 1820, By: William Wordsworth
High on her speculative towerStood Science waiting for the hourWhen Sol was destined to endure'That' darkening of his radiant faceWhich Superstition strove to chase,Erewhile, with rites impure. Afloat beneath Italian skies,Through regions fair as ParadiseWe gaily passed, till Nature wroughtA silent and unlooked-for change,That checked the desultory rangeOf joy and sprightly … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXVI. – The Eclipse Of The Sun, 1820, By: William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXV. – The Last Supper, By: William Wordsworth
By Leonardo Da Vinci, In The Refectory Of The Convent Of Maria Della Grazia - Milan. Tho' searching damps and many an envious flawHave marred this Work; the calm ethereal grace,The love deep-seated in the Saviour's face,The mercy, goodness, have not failed to aweThe Elements; as they do melt and thawThe heart of the Beholder and erase(At least for one rapt moment) every … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXV. – The Last Supper, By: William Wordsworth