Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised. Ode. Intimations of Immortality. St. 9. Truths that wake, To perish never. Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea In years that bring the philosophic mind. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. St. 10. The Clouds that gather round the setting sun To me the meanest flower that blows can give The vision and the faculty divine; The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way!1 Society became my glittering bride, There is a luxury in self-dispraise; Pan himself, Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Book iv. The simple shepherd's awe-inspiring god! I have seen Ibid. A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract 1 Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on, Through words and things, a dim and perilous way. The Borderers, Act iv. Sc. 2. ""remember it, august airdes And murmurs as the occan murmurs there" Listened intensely; and his countenance soon x The Excursion. Book vi. One in whom persuasion and belief Had ripened into faith, and faith become Ibid. Spires whose "silent finger points to heaven." Ibid. Book vi. Ah! what a warning for a thoughtless man, Ibid. Book vi. And, when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, Of memory, images and precious thoughts Ibid. Wisdom married to immortal verse." Book vii. Ibid. 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 Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse. Milton, L'Allegro. A Man he seems of cheerful yesterdays The primal duties shine aloft, like stars; Ibid. Book ix. By happy chance we saw A twofold image; on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Ibid. Another morn Risen on mid-noon.2 The Prelude. Book vi. Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to be young was very Heaven! Ibid. Book xi. The budding rose above the rose full blown. And thou art long, and lank, and brown, And listens like a three years' child. Ibid. Lines added to the Ancient Mariner.3 1 Mounts from her funeral pyre on wings of flame. And soars and shines another and the same. Darwin, The Botanic Garden. An equivalent of the Latin phrase "alter et idem," Joseph Hall's Mundus alter et idem, published circa 1600. 2 Verbatim from Paradise Lost, Book v. Line 310. Wordsworth, in his notes to We are Seven, claims to have written these lines in the Ancient Mariner. ROBERT SOUTHEY. How beautiful is night! 1774-1843 A dewy freshness fills the silent air; In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine The desert-circle spreads, Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky. They sin who tell us Love can die : With Life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. Thalaba. The Curse of Kehama. Canto x. St. 10. Love is indestructible: Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth; It soweth here with toil and care, But the harvest-time of Love is there. Ibid. Oh! when a Mother meets on high An over-payment of delight? Ibid. Canto x. St. 11. |