William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт)

The Kirk of Ulpha

THE KIRK of Ulpha to the pilgrim’s eye
Is welcome as a star, that doth present
Its shining forehead through the peaceful rent
Of a black cloud diffused o’er half the sky:
Or as a fruitful palm-tree towering high
O’er the parched waste beside an Arab’s tent;
Or the Indian tree whose branches, downward bent,
Take root again, a boundless canopy.
How sweet were leisure! could it yield no more
Than ’mid that wave-washed Churchyard to recline,
From pastoral graves extracting thoughts divine;
Or there to pace, and mark the summits hoar
Of distant moonlit mountains faintly shine,
Soothed by the unseen River’s gentle roar.

1. On the Frith of Clyde
2. Glen Almain; Or, the Narrow Glen
3. Inside of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge: The Same
4. Chatsworth
5. In Sight of the Town of Cockermouth

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