Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BLEAK SEASON WAS IT, TURBULENT AND BLEAK, by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: To question us, “whence come ye? To what end?” Subject(s): Travel; Winter; Adversity | ||||||||
Bleak season was it, turbulent and bleak, When hitherward we journeyed, side by side, Through burst of sunshine and through flying showers, Paced the long vales, how long they were, and yet How fast that length of way was left behind, Wensley'''s rich vale and Sedbergh'''s naked heights. The frosty wind, as if to make amends For its keen breath, was aiding to our steps, And drove us onward like two ships at sea; Or, like two birds, companions in mid-air, Parted and reunited by the blast. Stern was the face of nature; we rejoiced In that stern countenance; for our souls thence drew A feeling of their strength. The naked trees, The icy brooks, as on we passed, appeared To question us, '' Whence come ye? To what end?'' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA RONDE DU DIABLE by AMY LOWELL ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON OVER THE HILL TO THE POOR-HOUSE by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON THREE GRAINS OF CORN; THE IRISH FAMINE by AMELIA BLANDFORD EDWARDS HYMN TO ADVERSITY by THOMAS GRAY THE LAST LEAF by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE VOICELESS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER BIRTH by THOMAS HOOD A JEWISH FAMILY; IN A SMALL VALLEY OPPOSITE ST. GOAR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |
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