The formal World relaxes her cold chainFor One who speaks in numbers; ampler scopeHis utterance finds; and, conscious of the gain,Imagination works with bolder hopeThe cause of grateful reason to sustain;And, serving Truth, the heart more strongly beatsAgainst all barriers which his labour meetsIn lofty place, or humble Life's domain.Enough; before us lay a painful road,And … [Read more...] about Sonnets Upon The Punishment Of Death – In Series, 1839 – XIV – Apology, By: William Wordsworth
Navigating Love: When Calls Go Unanswered, By: Andrew Cyr
I sought to nourish my spiritAfter she missed my call.I was stuck on empty, running scared.When I became invisible to Lucia,I lost sleep over it, tossing in my thoughts.Lucia said she loved me naked in bed.She saw right through me.My tongue danced behind my lips,Biting the words that I couldn’t chew.Memory’s damned us between sheets.I was easy to ignore when she thoughtLucia … [Read more...] about Navigating Love: When Calls Go Unanswered, By: Andrew Cyr
Sonnets Upon The Punishment Of Death – In Series, 1839 – XIII – Conclusion – Yes, Though He Well May Tremble At The Sound, By: William Wordsworth
Yes, though He well may tremble at the soundOf his own voice, who from the judgment-seatSends the pale Convict to his last retreatIn death; though Listeners shudder all around,They know the dread requital's source profound;Nor is, they feel, its wisdom obsolete(Would that it were!) the sacrifice unmeetFor Christian Faith. But hopeful signs abound;The social rights of man … [Read more...] about Sonnets Upon The Punishment Of Death – In Series, 1839 – XIII – Conclusion – Yes, Though He Well May Tremble At The Sound, By: William Wordsworth
Sonnets Upon The Punishment Of Death – In Series, 1839 – XII – See The Condemned Alone Within His Cell, By: William Wordsworth
See the Condemned alone within his cellAnd prostrate at some moment when remorseStings to the quick, and, with resistless force,Assaults the pride she strove in vain to quell.Then mark him, him who could so long rebel,The crime confessed, a kneeling PenitentBefore the Altar, where the SacramentSoftens his heart, till from his eyes outwellTears of salvation. Welcome death! while … [Read more...] about Sonnets Upon The Punishment Of Death – In Series, 1839 – XII – See The Condemned Alone Within His Cell, By: William Wordsworth
Sonnets Upon The Punishment Of Death – In Series, 1839 – XI – Ah, Think How One Compelled For Life To Abide, By: William Wordsworth
Ah, think how one compelled for life to abideLocked in a dungeon needs must eat the heartOut of his own humanity, and partWith every hope that mutual cares provide;And, should a less unnatural doom confideIn life-long exile on a savage coast,Soon the relapsing penitent may boastOf yet more heinous guilt, with fiercer pride.Hence thoughtful Mercy, Mercy sage and pure,Sanctions … [Read more...] about Sonnets Upon The Punishment Of Death – In Series, 1839 – XI – Ah, Think How One Compelled For Life To Abide, By: William Wordsworth