"And has the Sun his flaming chariot drivenTwo hundred times around the ring of heaven,Since Science first, with all her sacred train,Beneath yon roof began her heavenly reign?While thus I mused, methought, before mine eyes,The Power of Education seemed to rise;Not she whose rigid precepts trained the boyDead to the sense of every finer joy;Nor that vile wretch who bade the … [Read more...] about Lines Written As A School Exercise, By: William Wordsworth
Gilmour, By: Niall Quinn
Windows, being pregnant at dawn,quiet surrender of the soul of birdssepulchre insinuation, lapsing as sunperforce arrives to dust the air, colourthe happyblind force, thick figures ofconsciousness at none debarred in thisapprehension of time. Joe's in the river in a yellowwhite slantof sun and gulps of spat salt; loamingin the interior where gayly churchbells halea seven … [Read more...] about Gilmour, By: Niall Quinn
Lines Suggested By A Portrait From The Pencil Of F. Stone, By: William Wordsworth
Beguiled into forgetfulness of careDue to the day's unfinished task; of penOr book regardless, and of that fair sceneIn Nature's prodigality displayedBefore my window, oftentimes and longI gaze upon a Portrait whose mild gleamOf beauty never ceases to enrichThe common light; whose stillness charms the air,Or seems to charm it, into like repose;Whose silence, for the pleasure of … [Read more...] about Lines Suggested By A Portrait From The Pencil Of F. Stone, By: William Wordsworth
Winter Wonderland: A Meditative Dive into the Spirit of Divine Love, By: Ari Bliss
As the snow smoothly covers the roof of the buildings on each blockThe sky is currently a clear blue color that is shining slowly as if time has stopped on the clockThe cold air comes across quietly yet synergistically on this early morning February dayBirds fly high in the sky, as few as they may seem, going every which wayTake a deep breath in, and feel the openness of lifeBe … [Read more...] about Winter Wonderland: A Meditative Dive into the Spirit of Divine Love, By: Ari Bliss
Lines On The Expected Invasion, 1803, By: William Wordsworth
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




