One of my new quote journals features an excerpt from a favourite Wordsworth poem, Tintern Abbey (1798) coupled with a print of one of my original photographs of a sunset taken here on the Atlantic coast of beautiful in Nova Scotia, Canada. Perfect for the nature lover!
And I have felt a presence that disturbs me
With the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air...
- excerpt from Tintern Abbey (1798), William Wordsworth
With the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air...
- excerpt from Tintern Abbey (1798), William Wordsworth
I've also resurrected an old favourite - an excerpt from Alfred Lord Tennyson's The Lady of Shalott (1833), featuring a print of John Williams Waterhouse's Lady of Shalott painted in 1888.
And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance --
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance --
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right --
The leaves upon her falling light --
Thro' the noises of the night,
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.
- excerpt from The Lady of Shalott, Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
That loosely flew to left and right --
The leaves upon her falling light --
Thro' the noises of the night,
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.
- excerpt from The Lady of Shalott, Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
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