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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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
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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
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High objects
THE ELEMENTS OF FEELING AND OF THOUGHT
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Piano in marmo Rosso Asiago Rosso Asiago marble top
Piano in marmo Vanila Vanila marble top SCOCCA: TRUCIOLARE NOBILITATO IDROFUGO V100; FINITURA F1 CREAM FRONTALI: IN PVC, FINITURA F1 CREAM ANTA VETRO: VETRO STAMPATO-SATINATO
Glass doors: satin and print glass
MANIGLIA: COD. 340 ORO-CREAM (DISTANZA FORI 3,2 CM)
Handle: Cod. 340 Gold-plated and cream (3,2 cm pitch)
ANTA F1 CREAM Door F1 Cream
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Lavabo Picasso in ceramica “Picasso” washbasin in ceramic
Piano in marmo Chocolat Chocolat marble top
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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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