William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

Inside Of King's College Chapel, Cambridge - Poem by William Wordsworth

. Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense,
With ill-matched aims the Architect who planned--
Albeit labouring for a scanty band
Of white-robed Scholars only--this immense
And glorious Work of fine intelligence!
Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore
Of nicely-calculated less or more;
So deemed the man who fashioned for the sense
These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof
Self-poised, and scooped into ten thousand cells,
Where light and shade repose, where music dwells
Lingering--and wandering on as loth to die;
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof
That they were born for immortality.


Comments about Inside Of King's College Chapel, Cambridge by William Wordsworth

  • John AgandinJohn Agandin (10/25/2019 6:16:00 AM)

    " this immense
    And glorious Work of fine intelligence! " - great appreciation of the architect's skill!
    (Report)Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Subhas Chandra ChakraSubhas Chandra Chakra (9/21/2017 10:10:00 AM)

    Where light and shade repose, where music dwells
    Lingering- and wandering on as loth to die;
    Beautifully penned with a muse of eternity.
    (Report)Reply

    2 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 2 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: music, work, heaven, light



Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



[Report Error]