The Excursion: A PoemE. Moxon, 1847 - 374 sider |
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Side xii
... Fear subdued by Faith ; Of blessed consolations in distress ; Of moral strength , and intellectual Power ; Of joy in widest commonalty spread ; Of the individual Mind that keeps her own Inviolate retirement , subject there To Conscience ...
... Fear subdued by Faith ; Of blessed consolations in distress ; Of moral strength , and intellectual Power ; Of joy in widest commonalty spread ; Of the individual Mind that keeps her own Inviolate retirement , subject there To Conscience ...
Side 10
... Fear sate thus , a cherished visitant , Was wanting yet the pure delight of love By sound diffused , or by the breathing air , Or by the silent looks of happy things , Or flowing from the universal face power Of earth and sky . But he ...
... Fear sate thus , a cherished visitant , Was wanting yet the pure delight of love By sound diffused , or by the breathing air , Or by the silent looks of happy things , Or flowing from the universal face power Of earth and sky . But he ...
Side 16
... fears . He could afford to suffer With those whom he saw suffer . Hence it came That in our best experience he was rich , And in the wisdom of our daily life . For hence , minutely , in his various rounds , He had observed the progress ...
... fears . He could afford to suffer With those whom he saw suffer . Hence it came That in our best experience he was rich , And in the wisdom of our daily life . For hence , minutely , in his various rounds , He had observed the progress ...
Side 18
... fear or darker thought Was melted all away ; so true was this , That sometimes his religion seemed to me Self - taught , as of a dreamer in the woods ; Who to the model of his own pure heart Shaped his belief , as grace divine inspired ...
... fear or darker thought Was melted all away ; so true was this , That sometimes his religion seemed to me Self - taught , as of a dreamer in the woods ; Who to the model of his own pure heart Shaped his belief , as grace divine inspired ...
Side 27
... fear came to my heart , Nor had I power to answer ere she told That he had disappeared - not two months gone . He left his house : two wretched days had past , And on the third , as wistfully she raised Her head from off her pillow , to ...
... fear came to my heart , Nor had I power to answer ere she told That he had disappeared - not two months gone . He left his house : two wretched days had past , And on the third , as wistfully she raised Her head from off her pillow , to ...
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age to age aught BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty behold beneath breath bright calm cheerful cloth clouds cottage course dark death delight discourse doth dwell earth EDWARD MOXON epitaph evermore exclaimed fair fair Isle faith fear feel fields flowers frame Friend GEORGIANA FULLERTON grace grave green grove hand happy hath heard heart heaven hills holy honoured hope hour human immortality JUSTIN MARTYR labour less living lofty lonely look mind morocco mortal mountain nature nature's o'er PARACELSUS passed Pastor peace pensive PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE pity pleasure POEMS praise Price pure rest rocks round S. T. Coleridge sate seat shade side sight silent smile smooth Solitary solitude SORDELLO sorrow soul spake spirit stood stream sublime tender things thoughts trees truth turf turned vale virtue voice walk Wanderer whence wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wish words youth
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Side xiii - To noble raptures ; while my voice proclaims How exquisitely the individual Mind (And the progressive powers perhaps no less Of the whole species) to the external World Is fitted :— and how exquisitely, too — Theme this but little heard of among men — The external World is fitted to the Mind ; And the creation (by no lower name Can it be called) which they with blended might Accomplish : — this is our high argument.
Side 115 - One adequate support For the calamities of mortal life Exists — one only — an assured belief That the procession of our fate, howe'er Sad or disturbed, is ordered by a Being Of infinite benevolence and power, Whose everlasting purposes embrace All accidents, converting them to good.
Side 102 - Turned inward, to examine of what stuff Time's fetters are composed ; and life was put To inquisition long and profitless! By pain of heart now checked — and now impelled — The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way...
Side 70 - The appearance, instantaneously disclosed, Was of a mighty city — boldly say A wilderness of building, sinking far And self-withdrawn into a wondrous depth, Far sinking into splendor — without end ! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted ; here, serene pavilions bright, In avenues disposed ; there, towers begirt With...
Side 37 - My Friend ! enough to sorrow you have given, The purposes of wisdom ask no more ; Be wise and cheerful ; and no longer read The forms of things with an unworthy eye. She sleeps in the calm earth, and peace is here.
Side xii - Not Chaos, not The darkest pit of lowest Erebus, Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out By help of dreams — can breed such fear and awe As fall upon us often when we look Into our Minds, into the Mind of Man — My haunt, and the main region of my song.
Side xvi - Where, on a small hereditary farm, An unproductive slip of rugged ground, His Parents, with their numerous offspring, dwelt ; A virtuous household, though exceeding poor...
Side 205 - Whose steps are equity, whose seat is law. — Hail to the State of England ! And conjoin With this a salutation as devout, Made to the spiritual Fabric of her Church ; Founded in truth ; by blood of Martyrdom Cemented; by the hands of Wisdom reared In beauty of Holiness, with ordered pomp, Decent, and unreproved.
Side 11 - All things, responsive to the writing, there Breathed immortality, revolving life, And greatness still revolving ; infinite : There littleness was not ; the least of things Seemed infinite ; and there his spirit shaped Her prospects, nor did he believe, — he saw.
Side 133 - How divine, The liberty, for frail, for mortal, man To roam at large among unpeopled glens And mountainous retirements, only trod By devious footsteps ; regions consecrate To oldest time ! and, reckless of the storm That keeps the raven quiet in h*er nest, Be as a presence or a motion — one Among the many there...