Jesu! bless our slender Boat,By the current swept along;Loud its threatenings, let them notDrown the music of a songBreathed thy mercy to implore,Where these troubled waters roar! Saviour, for our warning, seenBleeding on that precious Rood;If, while through the meadows greenGently wound the peaceful flood,We forgot Thee, do not ThouDisregard thy Suppliants now! Hither, … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – IX. – Hymn – For The Boatmen, As They Approach The Rapids Under The Castle Of Heidelberg, By: William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – IV. – After Visiting The Field Of Waterloo, By: William Wordsworth
A winged Goddess, clothed in vesture wroughtOf rainbow colours; One whose port was bold,Whose overburthened hand could scarcely holdThe glittering crowns and garlands which it broughtHovered in air above the far-famed Spot.She vanished; leaving prospect blank and coldOf wind-swept corn that wide around us rolledIn dreary billows; wood, and meagre cot,And monuments that soon … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – IV. – After Visiting The Field Of Waterloo, By: William Wordsworth
A Poem For Oxymorons, By: Nathan Mallon
It's old newsBut in recent history,A civil war broke outIn the United KingdomIt got pretty uglyAnd became a tragic comedyBut it's awfully goodBecause we've got aDeeply superficialGenuine imitationOf a modern VictorianWho's looking forBrexit benefits … [Read more...] about A Poem For Oxymorons, By: Nathan Mallon
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – III. – Bruges, By: William Wordsworth
The Spirit of Antiquity, enshrinedIn sumptuous buildings, vocal in sweet song,In picture, speaking with heroic tongue,And with devout solemnities entwined,Mounts to the seat of grace within the mind:Hence Forms that glide with swan-like ease along,Hence motions, even amid the vulgar throng,To an harmonious decency confined:As if the streets were consecrated ground,The city one … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – III. – Bruges, By: William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – II. – Bruges, By: William Wordsworth
Bruges I saw attired with golden light(Streamed from the west) as with a robe of power:The splendour fled; and now the sunless hour,That, slowly making way for peaceful night,Best suits with fallen grandeur, to my sightOffers the beauty, the magnificence,And sober graces, left her for defenseAgainst the injuries of time, the spiteOf fortune, and the desolating stormsOf future … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – II. – Bruges, By: William Wordsworth
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