Ode on Immortality
Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour,
Nor man nor boy,
Nor all that is at enmity with joy,
Can utterly abolish or destroy!
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—
And see the children sport upon the shore,
And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song!
And let the young lambs bound
As to the tabor's sound!
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 for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind,
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be,
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering,
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves,
Forbode not any severing of our loves!
Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;
I only have relinquish'd one delight
To live beneath your more habitual sway;
Ode on Immortality
I love the brooks which down their channels fret
Even more than when I tripp'd lightly as they;
The innocent brightness of a new-born day
Is lovely yet;
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;
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
W. WORDSWORTH
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory-
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when Thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
Alexander, W., Earl of Sterline, xxii | Fletcher, J., civ
Anon., ix, xl, lxxx, xci, xciv, xcvii, cvi,
Burns, R., cxxv, cxxxii, cxxxix, cxliv, Herbert, G., lxxiv
cxlviii-cli, cliii, clv, clvi
Byron, Lord, clxix, clxxi, clxxiii, cxc,
ссіі, ссіх, ссххіі, ссхххіі
Campbell, T., clxxxi, clxxxiii, clxxxvii,
Herrick, R., lxxxii, lxxxviii, xcii, xciii,
xcvi, cix, cx
Heywood, T., lii
Hood, T., ccxxiv, ccxxxi, ccXXXV
cxcvii, ccvi, ccvii, ccxv, cclvi, cclxii, Jonson, B., lxxiii, lxxviii, xc
cclxvii, cclxxxiii
Carew, T., lxxxvii
Scott, Sir W., cv, clxx, clxxxii, clxxxvi,
cxcii, cxciv, cxcvi, cciv, ccxxx,
ccxxxiv, ccxxxvi, ccxxxix, cclxiii
Sedley, Sir C., lxxxi, xcviii
Sewell, G., clxiii
Shelley, P. B., clxxii, clxxvi, clxxxiv,
clxxxviii, cxcv, cciii, ccxxvi, ccxxvii,
ccxli, ccxliv, ccxlvi, cclii, cclix, cclx,
cclxiv, cclxv, cclxviii, cclxxi, cclxxiv,
cclxxv, cclxxvii, cclxxxv, cclxxxviii
Shakespeare, W., iii, iv, vi, vii, viii, x
xi, xii, xiii, xiv, xviii, xix, xx, xxiii,
xxvi-xxxii, xxxvi, xxxix, xlii, xliv-
xlvi, xlviii-l, lvi, lx
Shirley, J., lxviii, lxix
Sidney, Sir P., xxiv
Southey, R., ccxvi, ccxxviii
Spenser, E., liii
Suckling, Sir J., ci
Sylvester, J., xxv
Thomson, J., cxxii, cxxxvi
Tonie, the Shepherd, xvii
Vaughan, H., lxxv
Vere, E., Earl of Oxford, xli
Waller, E., lxxxix, xcv
Webster, J., xlvii
Wither, G., ciii
Wolfe, C., ccxviii
Wordsworth, W., clxxiv, clxxvii-clxxx,
clxxxix, cc, ccviii, ccx-ccxiv, ccxix,
ccxxiii, ccxxxviii, ccxl, ccxlii, ccxliii,
ccxlv, ccxlvii-ccli, ccliii, ccliv, cclvii,
cclviii, cclxi, cclxvi, cclxix, cclxxï
cclxxiii, cclxxvi, cclxxviii, cclxxix
cclxxxi, cclxxxii, cclxxxvi, cclxxxvii
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Wyat, Sir T., xxi, xxxiii
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