William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт)

On Revisiting Dunolly Castle

THE CAPTIVE bird was gone;—to cliff or moor
Perchance had flown, delivered by the storm;
Or he had pined, and sunk to feed the worm:
Him found we not; but, climbing a tall tower,
There saw, impaved with rude fidelity
Of art mosaic, in a roofless floor,
An eagle with stretched wings, but beamless eye,—
An eagle that could neither wail nor soar.
Effigy of the vanished, (shall I dare
To call thee so?) or symbol of fierce deeds
And of the towering courage which past times
Rejoiced in, take, whate’er thou be, a share,
Not undeserved, of the memorial rhymes
That animate my way where’er it leads!

1. Processions
2. Monument of Mrs. Howard
3. Monastery of Old Bangor
4. Remembrance of Collins
5. Inside of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge: Continued

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