'Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfoldThe likeness of whate'er on land is seen;But, if the Nereid Sisters and their Queen,Above whose heads the tide so long hath rolled,The Dames resemble whom we here behold,How fearful were it down through opening wavesTo sink, and meet them in their fretted caves,Withered grotesque, immeasurably old,And shrill and fierce in accent! Fear it … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – I. Fish-Women – On Landing At Calais, By: William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – Dedication, By: William Wordsworth
Dear Fellow-travellers! think not that the Muse,To You presenting these memorial Lays,Can hope the general eye thereon would gaze,As on a mirror that gives back the huesOf living Nature; no, though free to chooseThe greenest bowers, the most inviting ways,The fairest landscapes and the brightest days,Her skill she tried with less ambitious views.For You she wrought: Ye only can … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – Dedication, By: William Wordsworth
Rock Across The Pond, By: Nova Po
Overloaded these days with mirroring imagery of a potential freedom and a long yearning to fly from this cage.These shallow and rather deep oceanic atmospheric waters are wrapping around my lungs causing a deafening silence.The echoing of my howling caused a ripple like a rock thrown across a peaceful pond, suddenly my howling caused a tsunami then the perfect storm that … [Read more...] about Rock Across The Pond, By: Nova Po
Palolem, By: Lindsay Sweeney
Palolem's whispering waves, a gentle call,Golden sands where sun-kissed shadows fall.Coconut palms sway in the balmy breeze,A symphony of calm, the soul to ease.Azure waters kiss the curving shore,Boats dance on waves, with the horizon they implore.Sunsets paint the sky in hues so bold,Crimson, lavender, and fiery gold.Here, time meanders like the lazy tides,As every moment, in … [Read more...] about Palolem, By: Lindsay Sweeney
Memorials Of A Tour Of Scotland, 1803 VI. Glen-Almain, Or, The Narrow Glen. By: William Wordsworth
In this still place, remote from men,Sleeps Ossian, in the NARROW GLEN;In this still place, where murmurs onBut one meek streamlet, only one:He sang of battles, and the breathOf stormy war, and violent death;And should, methinks, when all was past,Have rightfully been laid at lastWhere rocks were rudely heaped, and rentAs by a spirit turbulent;Where sights were rough, and … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour Of Scotland, 1803 VI. Glen-Almain, Or, The Narrow Glen. By: William Wordsworth