The imperial Stature, the colossal stride,Are yet before me; yet do I beholdThe broad full visage, chest of amplest mould,The vestments 'broidered with barbaric pride:And lo! a poniard, at the Monarch's side,Hangs ready to be grasped in sympathyWith the keen threatenings of that fulgent eye,Below the white-rimmed bonnet, far-descried,Who trembles now at thy capricious mood?'Mid … [Read more...] about Recollection Of The Portrait Of King Henry Eighth, Trinity Lodge, Cambridge, By: William Wordsworth
Pure Element Of Waters!, By: William Wordsworth
Pure element of waters! wheresoe'erThou dost forsake thy subterranean haunts,Green herbs, bright flowers, and berry-bearing plants,Rise into life and in thy train appear:And, through the sunny portion of the year,Swift insects shine, thy hovering pursuivants:And, if thy bounty fail, the forest pants;And hart and hind and hunter with his spear,Languish and droop together. Nor … [Read more...] about Pure Element Of Waters!, By: William Wordsworth
Proud Were Ye, Mountains, When, In Times Of Old, By: William Wordsworth
Proud were ye, Mountains, when, in times of old,Your patriot sons, to stem invasive war,Intrenched your brows; ye gloried in each scar:Now, for your shame, a Power, the Thirst of Gold,That rules o'er Britain like a baneful star,Wills that your peace, your beauty, shall be sold,And clear way made for her triumphal carThrough the beloved retreats your arms enfold!Heard Ye that … [Read more...] about Proud Were Ye, Mountains, When, In Times Of Old, By: William Wordsworth
Let Go, By: Samuel Okereke
Was everything a dream or did it happenThe memories are so distant I can’t remember living themIt’s a cold December but the warmth of you still sits with meLook as far ahead as your eyes can seeSo I was told because I kept stumbling on the memories of yesterdayBut is my reminiscent mind an excuse or just a byproduct of my realityWhat I mean by that is, am I missing … [Read more...] about Let Go, By: Samuel Okereke
Protest Against The Ballot, By: William Wordsworth
Forth rushed from Envy sprung and Self-conceit,A Power misnamed the spirit of reform,And through the astonished Island swept in storm,Threatening to lay all orders at her feetThat crossed her way. Now stoops she to entreatLicense to hide at intervals her headWhere she may work, safe, undisquieted,In a close Box, covert for Justice meet.St, George of England! keep a watchful … [Read more...] about Protest Against The Ballot, By: William Wordsworth