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Through no disturbance of my soul,
Alas! my journey, rugged and uneven,
30 And hope for higher raptures, when life's day
Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear
TO A SKY-LARK
(1825) As is the smile upon thy face:
Ethereal minst rel! pilgrim of the sky! Flowers laugh before thee on their beds Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound! And fragrance in thy footing treads;
Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong;
Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground? And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, are fresh and strong.
48 Those quivering wings composed, that music
still! To humbler functions, awful Power! I call thee: I myself commend
Leave to the nightingale her shady wood; Unto thy guidance from this hour;
A privacy of glorious light is thine; Oh, let my weakness have an end!
Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Give unto me, made lowly wise,
Of harmony, with instinct more divine; The spirit of self-sacrifice;
Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; The confidence of reason give;
True to the kindred points of Heaven and And in the light of truth thy Bondman let me Home!
INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLEC(1805)
TIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD
There was a time when meadow, grove, and
stream, With clouds and sky about thee ringing,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream. I have walked through wildernesses dreary It is not now as it hath been of yore;And to-day my heart is weary ;
Turn wheresoe'er I may, Had I now the wings of a Faery,
By night or day, Up to thee would I fly.
The things which I have seen I now can see no There is madness about thee, and joy divine
more. In that song of thine; Lift me, guide me high and high
"To that dream-like vividness and splendour
which invest objects of sight in childhood, To thy banqueting-place in the sky,
every one, I believe, if he would look back,
could bear testimony, and I need not dwell Joyous as morning
upon it here; but having in the poem re
garded it as presumptive evidence of a prior Thou art laughing and scorning;
state of existence, I think it right to protest Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest.
against a conclusion, which has given pain to
some good and pious persons, that I meant And, though little troubled with sloth,
to inculcate such a belief. It is far too Drunken Lark! thou would 'st be loth
shadowy a notion to be recommended to faith, To be such a traveller as I.
as more than an element in our instincts of
immortality. A pre-existent state has Happy, happy Liver,
entered into the popular creeds of many nations; and, among all
persons acquainted With a soul as strong as a mountain river
with classic literature, is known as an inPouring out praise to the Almighty Giver,
gredient Platonic philosophy."--Extract from Wordsworth's
Compare Henry Joy and jollity be with us both!
Vaughan's The Retreat, p. 223.
The Rainbow comes and goes,
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath bad elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing Boy,
He sees it in his joy;
Must travel, still is Nature's Priest,
And by the vision splendid
Is on his way attended;
And fade into the light of common day.
And no unworthy aim,
The homely Nurse doth all she can
To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, And with the heart of May
Forget the glories he hath known, Doth every Beast keep holiday ;
And that imperial palace whence he came.
Behold the Child among his new-born blisses,
See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies, Ye blessèd Creatures, I have heard the call
Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, Ye to each other make; I see
With light upon him from his father's eyes! The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee;
See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, My heart is at your festival,
40 Some fragment from his dream of human life, My head hath its coronal,
Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; The fulness of your bliss, I feel-I feel it all.
A wedding or a festival, Oh evil day! if I were sullen
A mourning or a funeral;
And this hath now his heart,
And unto this he frames his song:
Then will he fit his tongue
To dialogues of business, love, or strife;
But it will not be long Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm,
Ere this be thrown aside, And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm:
- And with new joy and pride I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!
51 The little Actor cons another part; -But there's a Tree, of many, one,
Filling from time to time his “humorousi A single Field which I have looked upon,
stage" Both of them speak of something that is gone: With all the Persons, down to palsied Age, The Pansy at my feet
That Life brings with her in her equipage; Doth the same tale repeat:
As if his whole vocation Whither is fled the visionary gleam ?
Were endless imitatior Where is it now, the glory and the dream ?
Hence in a season of calm weather
Though inland far we be, Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie
Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Thy Soul's immensity;
Which brought us hither, Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep
Can in a moment travel thither, Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read’st the eternal deep, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
And see the Children sport upon the shore, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,
Mighty Prophet! Seer blest!
On whom those truths do rest,
Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song! In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave;
And let the young Lambs bound 170
As to the tabor's sound!
Ye that pipe and ye that play,
Ye that through your hearts to-day Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height,
Feel the gladness of the May! Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke What though the radiance which was once so The years to bring the inevitable yoke,
bright Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife?
Be now forever taken from my sight, Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, Though nothing can bring back the hour And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
We will grieve not, rather find
180 Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be; O joy! that in our embers
In the soothing thoughts that spring Is something that doth live,
Out of human suffering; That nature yet remembers
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
And 0, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Delight and liberty, the simple creed
Groves, Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest,
Forebode not any severing of our loves! With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his
Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; breast :
I only have relinquished one delight Not for these I raise
To live beneath your more habitual sway. The song of thanks and praise;
I love the Brooks which down their channels But for those obstinate questionings
fret, Of sense and outward things,
Even more than when I tripped lightly as they; Fallings from us, vanishings;
The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Blank misgivings of a Creature
Is lovely yet;
The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised:
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; But for those first affections,
Another race hath been, and other palms are Those shadowy recollections,
200 Which, be they what they may,
Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Are yet the fountain light of all our day,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, Are yet a master light of all our seeing;
To me the meanest flower that blows can give Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake,
COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour,
BRIDGE, SEPTEMBER 3, 1802 Nor Man nor Boy,
Earth has not anything to show more fair: Nor all that is at enmity with joy,
160 Dull would he be of soul who could pass by Can utterly abolish or destroy!
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
Milton! thou should’st be living at this hour:
IT IS A BEAUTEOUS EVENING,
Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, CALM AND FREE
So didst thou travel on life's common way,
In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart
The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea:
The world is too much with us; late and soon, Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; here,
The winds that will be howling at all hours, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine:
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; Thou liest in Abraham's bosom2 all the year;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune; And worship’st at the Temple's inner shrine,
It moves us not.-Great God! I'd rather be God being with thee when we know it not.
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; VENETIAN REPUBLIC*
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathéd horn.
I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide, She was a maiden City, bright and free;
As being past away.-Vain sympathies! No guile seduced, no force could violate;
For, backward, Duddon, as I cast my eyes, And when she took unto herself a Mate,
I see what was, and is, and will abide; She must espouse the everlasting Sea.†
Still glides the Stream, and shall forever glide; And what if she had seen those glories fade,
The Form remains, the Function never dies; Those titles vanish, and that strength decay;
While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise, Yet shall some tribute of regret be paid
We Men, who in our morn of youth defied When her long life hath reached its final day:
The elements, must vanish ;—be it so! Men are we, and must grieve when even the Enough, if something from our hands have Shade
power Of that which once was great, is passed away. To live, and act, and serve the future hour;
And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, 1 Wordsworth's sister, Dorothy.
Through love, through hope, and faith's tran. 2 See Luke xvi, 22.
scendent dower, • Venice threw off the yoke of the Eastern Em. We feel that we are greater than we know.
pire as early as 809 and remained a republic or an oligarchy until conquered by Napoleon in 1797. At one time she had extensive # Written in despondency over the inert attitude possessions and colonies in the Levant.
of England toward the hopes and ideals of | The ancient Doges annually, on Ascension Day.
revolutionists and the opponents of threw a ring into the Adriatic in formal Napoleon. token of this espousal, or of perpetual do 8 The conclusion of a series of sonnets to the minion.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me (1772-1834)
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air, A stately pleasure-dome decree:
That sunny dome! those caves of ice! Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
50 So twice five miles of fertile ground
Weave a circle round him thrice,
10 Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINERT But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
IN SEVEN PARTS
Pole : and how from thence she made her course And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil to the Tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific seething,
Ocean ; and of the strange things that befell; and
in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back As if this earth in fast thick pants were to his own Country.
breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced : Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
PART I. Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
It is an ancient Mariner, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And he stoppeth one of three. And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
"By thy long gray beard and glittering eye, It flung up momently the sacred river.
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me
1.12. An ancient Mariner meeteth three Gal-
† From the publication, in 1798, of the Lyrical Ancestral voices prophesying war!
Ballads, "the joint production of Coleridge
and Wordsworth, may be dated very defiThe shadow of the dome of pleasure
nitely the recognition of the new spirit in
English literature which is commonly spoken Floated midway on the waves;
of as the Romantic Revival. See Eng. Lit.. Where was heard the mingled measure
pp. 232-235. Coleridge, in the fourteenth
chapter of his Biographia Literaria, writes of From the fountain and the caves.
the occasion of the Lyrical Ballads as follows: It was a miracle of rare device,
"During the first year that Mr. Wordsworth and A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
I were neighbours, our conversations turned fre
quently on the two cardinal points of poetry, the A damsel with a dulcimer
power of exciting the sympathy of the reader by a
faithful adherence to the truth of nature, and In a vision once I saw:
the power of giving the interest of novelty by the
modifying colours of the imagination. The sudIt was an Abyssinian maid,
den charm, which accidents of light and shade, And on her dulcimer she played,
40 which moonlight or sunset, diffused over a known
and familiar landscape, appeared to represent the Coleridge says this poem was composed when practicability of combining both. These are the
he had fallen asleep just after reading from poetry of nature. The thought suggested itself Marco Polo in Purchas's Pilgrimage how "In (to which of us I do not recollect) that a series Xandu did Cublal Can build a stately pal of poems might be composed of two sorts.
In ace," etc. There were more lines which he falled
the one, the incidents and agents were to be. in to record. Charles Lamb spoke of the poem as "a vision which he (Coleridge) repeats so
part at least, supernatural; and the excellence
aimed at was to consist in the interesting of the enchantingly that it irradiates and brings heaven and elysian bowers into my parlour
affections by the dramatic truth of such emotions when he sings or says it."
as would naturally accompany such situations,
supposing them real. And real in this sense they 1A region in Tartary.. 2 Kubla the Cham, or have been to every human being who, from what
ever source of delusion, has at any time believed