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Whose high endeavors are an inward light | Whose powers shed round him in the comThat makes the path before him always mon strife, bright:

| Or mild concerns of ordinary life, Who, with a natural instinct to discern | A constant influence, a peculiar grace; What knowledge can perform, is diligent But who, if he be called upon to face to learn;

Some awful moment to which Heaven has Abides by this resolve, and stops not I joined there,

10 | Great issues, good or bad for human kind, But makes his moral being his prime care; Is happy as a lover; and attired

51 Who, doomed to go in company with With sudden brightness, like a man inPain,

spired; And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable And, through the heat of conflict keeps the train!

law Turns his necessity to glorious gain; In calmness made, and sees what he foreIn face of these doth exercise a power 15 saw; Which is our human nature's highest | Or if an unexpected call succeed, dower;

Come when it will, is equal to the need: Controls them and subdues, transmutes, He who though thus endued as with a sense bereaves,

And faculty for storm and turbulence, Of their bad influence, and their good re- Is yet a soul whose master-bias leans ceives;

To homefelt pleasures and to gentle By objects, which might force the soul to scenes;

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Sweet images! which, wheresoe'er he be, Her feeling, rendered more compassionate; | Are at his heart; and such fidelity Is placable because occasions rise 21 It is his darling passion to approve; So often that demand such sacrifice; More brave for this that he hath much to More skilful in self-knowledge, even more love: pure,

'Tis, finally, the man, who, lifted high 65 As tempted more; more able to endure, Conspicuous object in a nation's eye, As more exposed to suffering and dis- Or left unthought-of in obscurity, tress;

25 / Who, with a toward or untoward lot, Thence, also more alive to tenderness. Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not, 'Tis he whose law is reason; who depends Plays, in the many games of life, that one Upon that law as on the best of friends; | Where what he most doth value must be Whence, in a state where men are tempted won: still

Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, To evil for a guard against worse ill, 30 Nor thought of tender happiness betray; And what in quality or act is best

Who, not content that former worth stand Doth seldom on a right foundation rest,

fast, He labors good on good to fix, and owes Looks forward, persevering to the last, 75 To virtue every triumph that he knows; From well to better, daily self-surpassed: Who, if he rise to station of command, 35 Who, whether praise of him must walk the Rises by open means; and there will stand On honorable terms, or else retire,

For ever, and to noble deeds give birth, And in himself possess his own desire; Or he must fall to sleep without his fame, Who comprehends his trust, and to the And leave a dead unprofitable name, 80 same

Finds comfort in himself and in his cause; Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim; 40 And, while the mortal mist is gathering, And therefore does not stoop, nor lie in draws wait

His breath in confidence of Heaven's ap For wealth or honors, or for worldly state; I plause: Whom they must follow; on 'whose head This is the happy Warrior; this is he must fall,

Whom every man in arms should wish to Like showers of manna, if they come at all: be.

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ODE

INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY

FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF
EARLY CHILDHOOD

The winds come to me from the fields of

sleep,
And all the earth is gay;

Land and sea
Give themselves up to jollity,

And with the heart of May
Doth every beast keep holiday;- .

Thou child of joy,
Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts,

thou happy shepherd-boy!35

“The child is father of the man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.”

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. There was a time when meadow, grove

and stream, The earth, and every common sight,

Ye blessèd creatures, I have heard the call
To me did seem

Ye to each other make; I see
Apparelled in celestial light,

The heavens laugh with you in your jubi

lee:
The glory and the freshness of a dream. 5
It is not now as it hath been of yore;-

My heart is at your festival,
Turn wheresoe'er I may,

My head hath its coronal,
By night or day,

The fullness of your bliss, I feel—I feel it The things which I have seen I now can

all.

Oh evil day! if I were sullen see no more.

While Earth herself is adorning,

This sweet May-morning,

And the children are culling 45
The Rainbow comes and goes, 10

On every side,
And lovely is the Rose;

In a thousand valleys far and wide,
The Moon doth with delight

Fresh flowers; while the sun shines Look round her when the heavens are

warm, bare;

And the babe leaps up on his mother's Waters on a starry night

arm: Are beautiful and fair; 15

I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! 50 The sunshine is a glorious birth;

-But there's a tree, of many, one, But yet I know, where'er I go,

A single field which I have looked upon, That there hath passed away a glory from Both of them speak of something that is the earth.

gone:

The pansy at my feet
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Doth the same tale repeat:

Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

song,
And while the young lambs bound 20

As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: grief;

The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, A timely utterance gave that thought re Hath had elsewhere its setting, 60

And cometh from afar:
And I again am strong:

Not in entire forgetfulness, The cataracts blow their trumpets from And not in utter nakedness, the steep;

25 But trailing clouds of glory do we come No more shall grief of mine the season From God, who is our home: 65 wrong;

Heaven lies about us in our infancy! I hear the echoes through the mountains Shades of the prison-house begin to close throng,

Upon the growing boy,

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lief,

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But he beholds the light, and whence it

VIII flows,

Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie He sees it in his joy;

Thy soul's immensity; The youth, who daily farther from the

| Thou best philosopher, who yet dost east

keep Must travel, still is Nature's priest.

Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, And by the vision splendid

That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal Is on his way attended; At length the man perceives it die away, 75 | Haunted forever by the eternal mind.

deep, And fade into the light of common day.

Mighty prophet! Seer blest!

On whom those truths do rest, 115 VI

Which we are toiling all our lives to find, Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her In darkness lost, the darkness of the own;

grave; Yearnings she hath in her own natural | Thou, over whom thy immortality kind,

Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave, And, even with something of a mother's A presence which is not to be put by; 120 mind,

Thou little child, yet glorious in the might And no unworthy aim,

80 Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's The homely nurse doth all she can I height, To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, | Why with such earnest pains dost thou Forget the glories he hath known,

provoke And that imperial palace whence he The years to bring the inevitable yoke, came.

Thus blindly with thy blessedness at VII strife?

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Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly Behold the Child among his new-born

freight, blisses,

And custom lie upon thee with a weight, A six years' darling of a pigmy size!

Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he

lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's O joy! that in our embers eyes!

Is something that doth live, 130 See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, 90 That nature yet remembers Some fragment from his dream of human What was so fugitive! life,

The thought of our past years in me doth Shaped by himself with newly-learnèd art; breed A wedding or a festival,

Perpetual benediction: not indeed A mourning or a funeral;

For that which is most worthy to be And this hath now his heart, 95

blest, And unto this he frames his song: Delight and liberty, the simple creed

Then will he fit his tongue Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, To dialogues of business, love, or strife; With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his But it will not be long

breast: Ere this be thrown aside,

Not for these I raise And with new joy and pride

The song of thanks and praise; 140 The little actor cons another part;

But for those obstinate questionings Filling from time to time his “humorous Of sense and outward things, stage”

Fallings from us, vanishings; With all the persons, down to palsied Age, Blank misgivings of a creature That Life brings with her in her equipage; Moving about in worlds not realised, 145 As if his whole vocation

106 High instincts before which our mortal Were endless imitation.

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Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquished one delight 190 To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the brooks which down their chan

nels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as

they; The innocent brightness of a new-born day Is lovely yet;

195 The clouds that gather round the setting

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Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised:

But for those first affections,

Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, 150 Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to

make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake,

To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad en

deavor,

Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! 160

Hence in a season of calm weather

Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea

Which brought us hither,

Can in a moment travel thither, 165 And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.

x Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous

song!
And let the young lambs bound
As to the tabor's sound!

170 We in thought will join your throng,

Ye that pipe and ye that play,
Ye that through your hearts to-day

Feel the gladness of the May!
What though the radiance which was once

so bright Be now forever taken from my sight,

Though nothing can bring back the

hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the

flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind; 180
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;

184 In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.

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Those quivering wings composed, that

music still! Leave to the nightingale her shady wood; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a

flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; 10 Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and

Home!

SONNETS

XI And 0 ye fountains, meadows, hills, and

groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves!

ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE

VENETIAN REPUBLIC Once did she hold the gorgeous east in fee; And was the safeguard of the west: the

worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth,

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Venice, the eldest child of Liberty. All bright and glittering in the smokeless
She was a maiden city, bright and free; 5 air.
No guile seduced, no force could violate; Never did sun more beautifully steep
And, when she took unto herself a mate, In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill;
She must espouse the everlasting sea. Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! 11
And what if she had seen those glories The river glideth at his own sweet will:
fade,

Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; Those titles vanish, and that strength de- | And all that mighty heart is lying still! cay;

10 Yet shall some tribute of regret be paid When her long life hath reached its final

ON THE SEA-SHORE NEAR CALAIS day: Men are we, and must grieve when even

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, the shade

The holy time is quiet as a Nun Of that which once was great is passed

Breathless with adoration; the broad sun away.

Is sinking down in its tranquillity;
The gentleness of heaven broods o'er

the Sea:
LONDON, 1802

Listen! the mighty Being is awake,

And doth with his eternal motion make Milton! thou should'st be living at this A sound like thunder-everlastingly. hour:

Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with England hath need of thee: she is a fen

me here, Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, If thou appear untouched by solemn Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and thought,

10 bower,

Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Have forfeited their ancient English Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the dower

year; Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; And worship’st at the temple's inner Oh! raise us up, return to us again;

shrine, And give us manners, virtue, freedom, God being with thee when we know it not.

power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like

THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH the sea:

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Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free,
So didst thou travel on life's common way,

The world is too much with us: late and In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart

soon, The lowliest duties on herself did lay.

Getting and spending, we lay waste our

powers:

Little we see in Nature that is ours; COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER We have given our hearts away, a sordid BRIDGE, SEPT. 3, 1802

boon!

This Sea that bares her bosom to the Earth has not anything to show more moon; fair:

The winds that will be howling at all Dull would he be of soul who could pass by hours, A sight so touching in its majesty: And are up-gathered now like sleeping This city now doth, like a garment, wear flowers; The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, 5 For this, for everything, we are out of Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and tem tune; ples lie

It moves us not.-Great God! I'd rather be Open unto the fields, and to the sky; | A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; 10

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