February 1816 Oh, for a kindling touch from that pure flameWhich ministered, erewhile, to a sacrificeOf gratitude, beneath Italian skies,In words like these: 'Up, Voice of song! proclaim'Thy saintly rapture with celestial aim:'For lo! the Imperial City stands released'From bondage threatened by the embattled East,'And Christendom respires; from guilt and shame'Redeemed, from … [Read more...] about Siege Of Vienna Raised By Jihn Sobieski, By: William Wordsworth
She Was A Phantom Of Delight, By: William Wordsworth
She was a Phantom of delightWhen first she gleamed upon my sight;A lovely Apparition, sentTo be a moment's ornament;Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair;But all things else about her drawnFrom May-time and the cheerful Dawn;A dancing Shape, an Image gay,To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.I saw her upon nearer view,A Spirit, yet a Woman too!Her … [Read more...] about She Was A Phantom Of Delight, By: William Wordsworth
I Thought I Caught A Butterfly, By: Wil Petty
but then I felt a sting, slowly I opened up my hands and what I saw was a fairy staring fiercely back at me.. I dared not look away, afraid to even blink, I breathed so very gently, almost unwilling to take the risk, she couldn't be real, this was a dream gone amiss.. ever so tenderly I held her as she stood and spread her wings, up she flew and dazzled me, with bits of … [Read more...] about I Thought I Caught A Butterfly, By: Wil Petty
She Dwelt Among Untrodden Ways, By: William Wordsworth
She dwelt among the untrodden waysBeside the springs of Dove,Maid whom there were none to praiseAnd very few to love: A violet by a mossy stoneHalf hidden from the eye!Fair as a star, when only oneIs shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could knowWhen Lucy ceased to be;But she is in her grave, and, oh,The difference to me! … [Read more...] about She Dwelt Among Untrodden Ways, By: William Wordsworth
Written In Durham, By: Matt Morris Hawkins
she came to me at night.descending after turbulence;seeking the key to unlock her pastand know a heart that had always been her own;she deposited a surge on the back of my necklike an ebbing tide of warm wishes for my safety and pride to be soothed, and tended. I knew her.I had been waiting on her; inside some chance like this.I had been stuck in aftermath of my expired … [Read more...] about Written In Durham, By: Matt Morris Hawkins