Post by Nick Odell
On Wed, 20 Nov 2019 08:52:36 +0000, Sid Nuncius
Post by Sid Nuncius
Two voices are there: one is of the deep;
It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody,
Now roars, now murmurs with the changing sea,
And one is of an old half-witted sheep
Which bleats articulate monotony,
And indicates that two and one are three,
And, Wordsworth, both are thine: at certain times
Forth from the heart of thy melodious rhymes,
At other times - good Lord! I'd rather be
Quite unacquainted with the ABC
Than write such hopeless rubbish as thy worst.
That's enough poems - Ed.
Nothing like Wordsworth IMO
- The Poem's about 40,000 words too short.
:o)) So you had to study the boodly Prelude, then?
It's actually based around two of Wordsworth's sonnets:
' Thoughts of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland'
Two Voices are there -one is of the Sea,
One of the Mountains; each a mighty Voice:
In both from age to age thou didst rejoice;
They were thy chosen music, Liberty!
There came a tyrant, and with holy glee
Thou fought'st against him; but hast vainly striven:
Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art driven
Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee.
Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft;
Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left;
For, high-souled Maid, what sorrow would it be
That Mountain floods should thunder as before,
And Ocean bellow from his rocky shore,
And neither awful Voice be heard by Thee!
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Sid (Make sure Matron is away when you reply)