Come ye who, if (which Heaven avert!) the LandWere with herself at strife, would take your stand,Like gallant Falkland, by the Monarch's side,And, like Montrose, make Loyalty your prideCome ye who, not less zealous, might displayBanners at enmity with regal sway,And, like the Pyms and Miltons of that day,Think that a State would live in sounder healthIf Kingship bowed its head … [Read more...] about Lines On The Expected Invasion, 1803, By: William Wordsworth
Empty, By: Michael Hennessy
The seas of my youth have splashed waves of love on to theeAnd the winds of emotion have hurt both you and meThrough a rainfall of unhappy tears we set love freeNow through a strom of loneliness,Does it have to be so empty? … [Read more...] about Empty, By: Michael Hennessy
Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey, By: William Wordsworth
Five years have past; five summers, with the lengthOf five long winters! and again I hearThese waters, rolling from their mountain-springsWith a soft inland murmur., Once againDo I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,That on a wild secluded scene impressThoughts of more deep seclusion; and connectThe landscape with the quiet of the sky.The day is come when I again reposeHere, … [Read more...] about Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey, By: William Wordsworth
Fountainhead, By: Rob Jagodzinski
No one knows where poetry comes from. That's been said before but bears repeating. It is deep within the rocky fissures, a wellspring of emotion of love and pain. It is a bright songbird that flies to your windowsill and offers a moment of its verse in liquid notes. Then it takes flight and disappears. If you did not record that song on your heart it might be gone. No one knows … [Read more...] about Fountainhead, By: Rob Jagodzinski
Lines, By: William Wordsworth
Loud is the Vale! the Voice is upWith which she speaks when storms are gone,A mighty unison of streams!Of all her Voices, One! Loud is the Vale; this inland DepthIn peace is roaring like the SeaYon star upon the mountain-topIs listening quietly. Sad was I, even to pain deprest,Importunate and heavy load!The Comforter hath found me here,Upon this lonely road; And many … [Read more...] about Lines, By: William Wordsworth




