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At length the man perceives it die away,
Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 5. The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction.
Blank misgivings of a creature
Ibid. Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.
Stanza 10. In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Ibid. The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality. Stanza 11. To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. Ibid. Two voices are there : one is of the sea, One of the mountains, - each a mighty voice.
Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland. Earth helped him with the cry of blood."
Song at the Feast of Broughton Castle. The silence that is in the starry sky.
1 This line is from Sir John Beaumont's “Battle of Bosworth Field.”
The monumental pomp of age
The White Doe of Rylstone. Canto iii.
Force of Prayer. A few strong instincts, and a few plain rules.
Alas! what boots the ng laborious Quest ? Of blessed consolations in distress.
Preface to the Excursion. (Edition, 1814.) The vision and the faculty divine; Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse.
The Excursion. Book i. The imperfect offices of prayer and praise.
Ibid. That mighty orb of song, The divine Milton.
Ibid. The good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket.
Ibid. This dull product of a scoffer's pen.
Book ii. With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars.
Ibid. Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop Than when we soar.
1 Heaven gives its favourites - early death. – Byron: Childe Harold, canto iv. stanza 102. Also Don Juan, canto iv. stanza 12.
Quem Di diligunt
PLAUTUS: Bacchides, act ir. sc. 7.
Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
The Excursion. Book iii. Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial.
Ibid. The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!
Ibid. Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children.
Ibid. And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain. Book iv. There is a luxury in self-dispraise ; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.
Ibid. Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.
Ibid. Pan himself, The simple shepherd's awe-inspiring god!
Ibid. I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell, To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy, for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with his native sea.?
Ibid. So build we up the being that we are.
1 See page 465.
2 But I have sinuous shells of pearly hue;
Shake one, and it awakens; then apply
LANDOR: Gebir, book v.
One in whom persuasion and belief Had ripened into faith, and faith become A passionate intuition.
The Excursion. Book iv. Spires whose "silent finger points to heaven.” 1 Book vi.
Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man,
And when the stream
Wisdom married to immortal verse.?
A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays
The primal duties shine aloft, like stars;
By happy chance we saw
The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.
1 An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches in flat countries with spire steeples, which, as they cannot be referred to any other object, point as with silent finger to the sky and stars. – COLERIDGE: The Friend, No. 14.
2 See Milton, page 249.
Mightier far Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway Of magic potent over sun and star, Is Love, though oft to agony distrest, And though his favorite seat be feeble woman's breast.
Laodamia. Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive through a happy place. Ibid. He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal, The past unsighed for, and the future sure.
Ibid. Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there In happier beauty; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal gleams.
Ibid. Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.
Ibid. But shapes that come not at an earthly call Will not depart when mortal voices bid.
To fond imagination,
'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower
Weak is the Will of Man.
Ode. Imagination before Content.