Amazzone

AMAZ ZONE Poetical work INSPIRED BY

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH’S POETRY

Sweet dreams

STRANGE FITS OF PASSION HAVE I KNOWN

AND I WILL DARE TO TELL, BUT IN THE LOVER’S EAR ALONE, WHAT ONCE TO ME BEFELL. WHEN SHE I LOVED LOOKED EVERY DAY FRESH AS A ROSE IN JUNE, I TO HER COTTAGE BENT MY WAY, BENEATH AN EVENING-MOON. IN ONE OF THOSE SWEET DREAMS I SLEPT, KIND NATURE’S GENTLEST BOON! AND ALL THE WHILE MY EYES I KEPT ON THE DESCENDING MOON.

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WHEN SHE I LOVED LOOKED EVERY DAY FRESH AS A ROSE IN JUNE

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MEAN AND VULGAR WORKS OF MAN; BUT WITH

HIGH OBJECTS, WITH ENDURING THINGS,

WITH LIFE AND NATURE; PURIFYING THUS THE

ELEMENTS OF FEELING AND OF THOUGHT,

AND SANCTIFYING BY SUCH DISCIPLINE BOTH

PAIN AND FEAR, UNTIL WE RECOGNISE A

GRANDEUR IN THE BEATINGS OF THE HEART.

Happy time

THE BEATING OF THE HEART WISDOM AND SPIRIT OF THE UNIVERSE! THOU

SOUL, THAT ART THE ETERNITY OF THOUGHT!

AND GIV’ST TO FORMS AND IMAGES A BREATH

AND EVERLASTING MOTION! NOT IN VAIN,

BY DAY OR STAR-LIGHT, THUS FROM MY

FIRST DAWN OF CHILDHOOD DIDST THOU

INTERTWINE FOR ME THE PASSIONS THAT

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BUILD UP OUR HUMAN SOUL; NOT WITH THE

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NOR WAS THIS FELLOWSHIP VOUCHSAFED TO ME WITH

STINTED KINDNESS. IN NOVEMBER DAYS, WHEN VAPOURS

ROLLING DOWN THE VALLEYS MADE A LONELY SCENE

MORE LONESOME; AMONG WOODS AT NOON; AND ‘MID

THE CALM OF SUMMER NIGHTS, WHEN, BY THE MARGIN

OF THE TREMBLING LAKE, BENEATH THE GLOOMY HILLS,

HOMEWARD I WENT IN SOLITUDE, SUCH INTERCOURSE

WAS MINE: MINE WAS IT IN THE FIELDS BOTH DAY AND

NIGHT, AND BY THE WATERS, ALL THE SUMMER LONG.

AND IN THE FROSTY SEASON, WHEN THE SUN WAS SET,

AND, VISIBLE FOR MANY A MILE, THE COTTAGE WINDOWS

THROUGH THE TWILIGHT BLAZED, I HEEDED NOT

THE SUMMONS: HAPPY TIME IT WAS INDEED FOR

ALL OF US; FOR ME IT WAS A TIME OF RAPTURE! 6

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THEN TENDERNESS WITH CANDOUR JOINED

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AND GAIETY THE CHARMING OFFICE SOUGHT NOR EVEN DELICACY STAYED BEHIND 12

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Again I hear

THIS WATERS ROLLING WITH A SWEET MURMUR

THE DAY IS COME WHEN I AGAIN REPOSE HERE, UNDER THIS DARK SYCAMORE, AND VIEW THESE PLOTS OF

COTTAGE-GROUND, THESE ORCHARD-TUFTS, WICH, AT THIS SEASONS, WITH THEIR UNRIPE FRUITS, AMAONG THE WOODS

AND COPSES LOSE THEMSELVES, NOR, WITH THEIR GREEN AND SIMPLE HUE, DISTURB THE WILD GREEN LANDSCAPE.

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Deep power

OF HARMONY AND JOY WE SEE INTO THE LIFE OF THINGS

THE HEAVY AND THE WEARY WEIGHT OF ALL THIS UNINTELLIGIBLE

WORLD IS LIGHTENED: THAT SERENE AND BLESSED MOOD,

IN WHICH THE AFFECTIONS GENTLY LEAD US ON, UNTIL,

THE BREATH OF THIS CORPOREAL FRAME AND EVEN THE MOTION

OF OUR HUMAN BLOOD ALMOST SUSPENDED, WE ARE LAID ASLEEP

IN BODY, AND BECOME A LIVING SOUL: WHILE WITH AN EYE MADE

QUIET BY THE POWER OF HARMONY, AND THE DEEP POWER OF JOY,

WE SEE INTO THE LIFE OF THINGS.

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THE PICTURE OF THE MIND REVIVES AGAIN

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CALM IS ALL NATURE AS A RESTING WHEEL. THE KINE ARE

COUCHED UPON THE DEWY GRASS; THE HORSE ALONE,

SEEN DIMLY AS I PASS, IS CROPPING AUDIBLY HIS LATER

MEAL: DARK IS THE GROUND; A SLUMBER SEEMS TO STEAL

O’ER VALE, AND MOUNTAIN, AND THE STARLESS SKY.

NOW, IN THIS BLANK OF THINGS, A HARMONY, HOME-FELT,

AND HOME-CREATED, COMES TO HEAL THAT GRIEF FOR

WHICH THE SENSES STILL SUPPLY FRESH FOOD; FOR

ONLY THEN, WHEN MEMORY IS HUSHED, AM I AT REST.

MY FRIENDS! RESTRAIN THOSE BUSY CARES THAT WOULD

ALLAY MY PAIN; OH! LEAVE ME TO MYSELF, NOR LET ME FEEL

THE OFFICIOUS TOUCH THAT MAKES ME DROOP AGAIN. 22

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CALM IS ALL NATURE AS A RESTING WHEEL

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HAVE I BEEN SO BEGUILED AS TO BE BLIND TO

MY MOST GRIEVOUS LOSS? - THAT THOUGHT’S

RETURN WAS THE WORST PANG THAT SORROW

EVER BORE, SAVE ONE, WHEN I STOOD

FORLORN, KNOWING MY HEART’S BEST

TREASURE WAS NO MORE;

THAT NEITHER

PRESENT TIME, NOR YEARS UNBORN COULD TO

MY SIGHT THAT HEAVENLY FACE RESTORE.

Surprised by joy

FAITHFUL LOVE RECALLED THEE TO MY MIND SURPRISED BY JOY - IMPATIENT AS THE WIND

I TURNED TO SHARE THE TRANSPORT - OH!

WITH WHOM BUT THEE, DEEP BURIED IN

THE SILENT TOMB, THAT SPOT WHICH NO

VICISSITUDE CAN FIND? LOVE, FAITHFUL LOVE,

RECALLED THEE TO MY MIND - BUT HOW COULD

I FORGET THEE? THROUGH WHAT POWER,

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THE ELEMENTS OF FEELING AND OF THOUGHT

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Piano in marmo Ginger Ginger marble top

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William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850) Romantic Movement. Like other Romantics, Wordsworth’s

simplicity.

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