Long-favoured England! be not thou misledBy monstrous theories of alien growth,Lest alien frenzy seize thee, waxing wroth,Self-smitten till thy garments reek dyed redWith thy own blood, which tears in torrents shedFail to wash out, tears flowing ere thy trothBe plighted, not to ease but sullen sloth,Or wan despair the ghost of false hope fledInto a shameful grave. Among thy … [Read more...] about Miscellaneous Sonnets, 1842 – VI – Concluded, By: William Wordsworth
Portwine The Spy, By: WV Sutra
my childrenmy fellow prisonerssome men are falsewe may deny it true the broad day smilesas the rain easesbut the false mansmiles so easily and are we not always toldto give the other manthe benefit of any doubtas he slips the acid into your wine i claim secret knowledge todayto share with any who careof portwine the man and his missionunder formerly levantine … [Read more...] about Portwine The Spy, By: WV Sutra
Miscellaneous Sonnets, 1842 – V – Continued, By: William Wordsworth
Who ponders National events shall findAn awful balancing of loss and gain,Joy based on sorrow, good with ill combined,And proud deliverance issuing out of painAnd direful throes; as if the All-ruling Mind,With whose perfection it consists to ordainVolcanic burst, earthquake, and hurricane,Dealt in like sort with feeble human kindBy laws immutable. But woe for himWho thus … [Read more...] about Miscellaneous Sonnets, 1842 – V – Continued, By: William Wordsworth
Treachery, By: Steven Mcdonald
Treachery is blackAnd blood is red I know many thingsThat remain unsaid Some play checkersWhile I play chessI know I am right I don’t have to guess Behaviors, mannerisms, comments and looksThe shit I read You don’t find in books Whispers that go on Behind my backI’ll figure it out Because I have that knack I like to play … [Read more...] about Treachery, By: Steven Mcdonald
Miscellaneous Sonnets, 1842 – IV – In Allusion To Various Recent Histories And Notices Of The French Revolution, By: William Wordsworth
Portentous change when History can appearAs the cool Advocate of foul device;Reckless audacity extol, and jeerAt consciences perplexed with scruples nice!They who bewail not, must abhor, the sneerBorn of Conceit, Power's blind Idolater;Or haply sprung from vaunting CowardiceBetrayed by mockery of holy fear.Hath it not long been said the wrath of ManWorks not the righteousness … [Read more...] about Miscellaneous Sonnets, 1842 – IV – In Allusion To Various Recent Histories And Notices Of The French Revolution, By: William Wordsworth