GREAT men have been among us; hands that penn’d
And tongues that utter’d wisdom—better none:
The later Sidney, Marvel, Harrington,
Young Vane, and others who call’d Milton friend.
These moralists could act and comprehend:
They knew how genuine glory was put on;
Taught us how rightfully a nation shone
In splendour: what strength was, that would not bend
But in magnanimous meekness. France, ’tis strange,
Hath brought forth no such souls as we had then.
Perpetual emptiness! unceasing change!
No single volume paramount, no code,
No master spirit, no determined road;
But equally a want of books and men!
|About the poet|
|By the same poet|
|Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey|
|Upon Westminster Bridge|
|Evening on Calais Beach|
|On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic, 1802|
|England, 1802 (i)|
|England, 1802 (ii)|
|England, 1802 (iv)|
|England, 1802 (v)|
|Ode to Duty|
|The Sonnet (i)|
|The Sonnet (ii)|
|Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood|
|Valedictory Sonnet to the River Duddon|
|I Travelled among Unknown Men|
|My Heart Leaps Up|
|The Tables Turned|
|William Wordsworth at amazon.co.uk|