With ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh,
Like stars in heaven, and joyously it showed;
Some lying fast at anchor in the road,
Some veering up and down, one knew not why.
A goodly vessel did I then espy
Come like a giant from a haven broad;
And lustily along the bay she strode,
Her tackling rich, and of apparel high.
The ship was nought to me, nor I to her,
Yet I pursued her with a lover's look;
This ship to all the rest did I prefer:
When will she turn, and whither? She will brook
No tarrying; where she comes the winds must stir:
On went she, and due north her journey took.
written by William Wordsworth, published on Wed 11.04.2009 at 19:50
We talked with open heart, and tongue
Affectionate and true,
A pair of friends, though I was young,
written by William Wordsworth, published on Tue 11.03.2009 at 11:03
One who was suffering tumult in his soul,
Yet failed to seek the sure relief of prayer,
written by William Wordsworth, published on Thu 10.29.2009 at 01:33
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned,
Mindless of its just honours; with this key
written by William Wordsworth, published on Sat 10.24.2009 at 09:02
Up with me! up with me into the clouds!
For thy song, Lark, is strong;
Up with me, up with me into the clouds!
written by William Wordsworth, published on Wed 10.14.2009 at 10:30
Seven Daughter had Lord Archibald,
All children of one mother:
You could not say in one short day