Ye vales and hills whose beauty hither drewThe poet's steps, and fixed him here, on youHis eyes have closed! And ye, loved books, no moreShall Southey feed upon your precious lore,To works that ne'er shall forfeit their renown,Adding immortal labours of his own,Whether he traced historic truth, with zealFor the State's guidance, or the Church's weal,Or Fancy, disciplined by … [Read more...] about Inscription For A Monument In Crosthwaite Church, In The Vale Of Keswick, By: William Wordsworth
Red, By: Allison Walters Luther
Actions speak louder than wordsOr so we’re toldYour actions screamedWhile your words whisperedEach weighed carefullyAnd marked down It was a ledger of sortsLies versus truthsDreams versus nightmaresJoy versus misery Tally marks on my heartPromisesBroken vowsAnd all things in betweenBig and small And at the end,When the counting was doneYour ledger bledRed … [Read more...] about Red, By: Allison Walters Luther
Influence Of Natural Objects, By: William Wordsworth
In Calling Forth and Strengthening the Imaginationin Boyhood and Early Youth Wisdom and Spirit of the Universe!Thou Soul, that art the Eternity of thought!And giv'st to forms and images a breathAnd everlasting motion! not in vain,By day or star-light, thus from my first dawnOf childhood didst thou intertwine for meThe passions that build up our human soul,Not with the mean … [Read more...] about Influence Of Natural Objects, By: William Wordsworth
Busy Days, By: Samuel Okereke
Sorry I missed your call, I was busyToday I will be busy, tomorrow and the day afterWe all have stories to tellWe all have places we’ve been and destinations to arriveI am no different, busy days keeps the devil awayMy ex told me I am escaping I call it survivingI can’t fight this feeling so I run from itUnread text messages and unconfessed feelings I’m having a … [Read more...] about Busy Days, By: Samuel Okereke
Indignation Of A High-Minded Spaniard, By: William Wordsworth
We can endure that He should waste our lands,Despoil our temples, and by sword and flameReturn us to the dust from which we came;Such food a Tyrant's appetite demands:And we can brook the thought that by his handsSpain may be overpowered, and he possess,For his delight, a solemn wildernessWhere all the brave lie dead. But, when of bandsWhich he will break for us he dares to … [Read more...] about Indignation Of A High-Minded Spaniard, By: William Wordsworth