William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт)

On Entering Douglas Bay

   “Dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori.”

THE FEUDAL keep, the bastions of Cohorn,
Even when they rose to check or to repel
Tides of aggressive war, oft served as well
Greedy ambition, armed to treat with scorn
Just limits; but yon tower, whose smiles adorn
This perilous bay, stands clear of all offence:
Blest work it is of love and innocence,—
A tower of refuge to the else forlorn.
Spare it, ye waves, and lift the mariner,
Struggling for life, into its saving arms!
Spare, too, the human helpers! Do they stir
Mid your fierce shock like men afraid to die?
No; their dread service nerves the heart it warms,
And they are led by noble Hillary.

1. Processions
2. On Revisiting Dunolly Castle
3. For the Spot Where the Hermitage Stood on St. Herbert’s Island, Derwent Water
4. Roman Antiquities
5. Monastery of Old Bangor

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