Calais, August 15, 1802, by William Wordsworth
Festivals have I seen that were not names:
Th...
Festivals have I seen that were not names:
Th...
ROME, 15 Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity...
Morning, evening, noon, and night,
"Praise...
CRESCENZIO, the Pope's Legate at the High Coun...
WHAT, he on whom our voices unanimously ran,
...
Festivals have I seen that were not names:
Th...
UPON the terrace where the shadow falls,
Enga...
Robert of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane
And ...
IN the splendid casket of its scarlet lining
H...
A GERMAN FAIRY TALE A fisherman, poor as poor...
Raising Eve from the red earth beneath the shad...
Within the broken Vatican
The murdered Pope is...
Oh! Wherefore come ye forth in triumph from the...
From contemplation in the orange garden
to a h...