Is then no nook of English ground secureFrom rash assault? Schemes of retirement sownIn youth, and 'mid the busy world kept pureAs when their earliest flowers of hope were blown,Must perish; how can they this blight endure?And must he too the ruthless change bemoanWho scorns a false utilitarian lure'Mid his paternal fields at random thrown?Baffle the threat, bright Scene, from … [Read more...] about On The Projected Kendal And Windermere Railway, By: William Wordsworth
On The Power Of Sound, By: William Wordsworth
I Thy functions are ethereal,As if within thee dwelt a glancing mind,Organ of vision! And a Spirit aerialInforms the cell of Hearing, dark and blind;Intricate labyrinth, more dread for thoughtTo enter than oracular cave;Strict passage, through which sighs are brought,And whispers for the heart, their slave;And shrieks, that revel in abuseOf shivering flesh; and warbled … [Read more...] about On The Power Of Sound, By: William Wordsworth
On The Frith Of Clyde – In A Steamboat, By: William Wordsworth
Arran! a single-crested Teneriffe,A St. Helena next in shape and hue,Varying her crowded peaks and ridges blue;Who but must covet a cloud-seat, or skiffBuilt for the air, or winged Hippogriff?That he might fly, where no one could pursue,From this dull Monster and her sooty crew;And, as a God, light on thy topmost cliff.Impotent wish! which reason would despiseIf the mind knew … [Read more...] about On The Frith Of Clyde – In A Steamboat, By: William Wordsworth
On The Final Submission Of The Tyrolese, By: William Wordsworth
It was a 'moral' end for which they fought;Else how, when mighty Thrones were put to shame,Could they, poor Shepherds, have preserved an aim,A resolution, or enlivening thought?Nor hath that moral good been 'vainly' sought;For in their magnanimity and famePowers have they left, an impulse, and a claimWhich neither can be overturned nor bought.Sleep, Warriors, sleep! among your … [Read more...] about On The Final Submission Of The Tyrolese, By: William Wordsworth
On The Extinction Of The Venetian Republic, By: William Wordsworth
Once did She hold the gorgeous east in fee;And was the safeguard of the west: the worthOf Venice did not fall below her birth,Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty.She was a maiden City, bright and free;No guile seduced, no force could violate;And, when she took unto herself a Mate,She must espouse the everlasting Sea.And what if she had seen those glories fade,Those titles … [Read more...] about On The Extinction Of The Venetian Republic, By: William Wordsworth