...Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears, ['Ode'] and Nature never did betray The heart that lov'd her: 'tis her privilege. Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy. [Tintern Abbey'] Ideologically speaking, the problem with this view of nature is that it depends on...

...dearest Friend,3 My dear, dear Friend, and in day voice 1 catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a litde while 120 May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister! And this prayer I make,...

...the weary weight / Of all this unintelligible world' (40-1) until a more uplifting claim supervenes, And this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ... (122-4) - a claim which folds the knowledge of betrayal into the heart of prayer, rather...

...(6), the poet seeks at best a temporary, temporal fix for loss, via the mediation of representation: "Oh! yet a little while / May I behold in thee what I was once . . . !" (120-21). The insufficiency of his seeking of comfort from this sororial thou, amid a world...

...all the land. Would this be waste or improvement of time ? Let Wordsworth reply : — " Nature sever did betray The heart that loved her. Tis her privilege, Through all the years of this onr life, to lead From joy to joy ; for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With...

...never did betray The heart that loved her. (lines 11 6-23; WPW, 2:262) The prayer Wordsworth speaks, "yet a little while / May I behold in thee what I was once," cannot but have a certain elegiac quality, despite the elaborate statement about a compensatory exchange...

...repetition, his experience. [. . .] and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy...Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her [....] (11. 116-23) bond than does that "something far more deeply interfused"; continuity...

...dearest Friend, My dear, dear Friend, and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy...May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister!16 At the end of the poem, the speaker instructs Dorothy, his silent companion, to understand...

...dearest Friend, My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy...little while May I behold in thee what I was once, 120 My dear, dear Sister! and this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that...

..."Tintern Abbey," this lunar personification is, in effect, replaced by the human presence of Dorothy: "Oh! yet a little while / May I behold in thee what I was once" (119—20). In the later poem, the moon is never directly perceived but only imagined in the poet's...