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Fly, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale!Say that we come, and come by this day's light;Fly upon swiftest wing round field and height,But chiefly let one Cottage hear the tale;There let a mystery of joy prevail,The kitten frolic, like a gamesome sprite,And Rover whine, as at a second sightOf near-approaching good that shall not fail:And from that Infant's face let joy … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 XIV. Fly, Some Kind Haringer, To Grasmere-Dale, By: William Wordsworth

Age! twine thy brows with fresh spring flowers,And call a train of laughing Hours;And bid them dance, and bid them sing;And thou, too, mingle in the ring!Take to thy heart a new delight;If not, make merry in despiteThat there is One who scorns thy power:But dance! for under Jedborough Tower,A Matron dwells who, though she bearsThe weight of more than seventy years,Lives in the … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 XIII. The Matron Of Jedborough And Her Husband, By: William Wordsworth

it was midnight when i felt death sneak into my roomthey entered quietly, the gentle shutting of a windowas they clambered, a little inelegantly, over the silland came to a stop beside my bed their hand was cold as they touched my foreheadice against the warm of my blankets and pillowsbut their skin was soft as silk and ever so gentlefingers brushing away stray hairs from my … [Read more...] about In Death’s Embrace, By: Arlin Mudju

From Stirling castle we had seenThe mazy Forth unravelled;Had trod the banks of Clyde, and Tay,And with the Tweed had travelled;And when we came to Clovenford,Then said my "winsome Marrow,""Whate'er betide, we'll turn aside,And see the Braes of Yarrow." "Let Yarrow folk, 'frae' Selkirk town,Who have been buying, selling,Go back to Yarrow, 'tis their own;Each maiden to her … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 XII. Yarrow Unvisited, By: William Wordsworth

Proof read a mindHalf full with thoughtsAnd you shall findMy conscience caughtSeized by bold dreamsFull with mirthLight's fitful beamsEnvelop my earthIn a stark frameShe stands aloneHer face arcaneYet grand and boldHer silhouetteAcquits the pastOf deep regretThat failed to lastIt weaves its wayThrough every boneReset each dayWhen I'm aloneProof read my mindCrisp and revivedShe … [Read more...] about JNP, By: Nathan Mallon