L'allegro and Il Penseroso: Ode on Immortality & Lines on Tintern AbbeyCassell, limited, 1885 |
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Babe behold blessèd bliss bower breath bright bring brooding CASSELL & COMPANY cataract child clouds dark dear deep delight dight display'd doth dread dream earth feel Fretted gleams glory green grove harmony hath Haunted hear thy heart heaven heaven-born hedge-rows holy human hung IL PENSEROSO immortal joyous song L'ALLEGRO landscape light live lofty cliffs lonely loud mansion Melancholy mighty mind Mirth moon morning mountain mourn Nature new-born night nymph o'er organ blow Orpheus pale peace PENSEROSO pleasure quire rapture ring round season shade shadows sight sing a joyous sleep soul spirit steep stream sullen sun begins sweet tabor's sound thou goddess thou then forget thought throng thy wild eyes TINTERN ABBEY trumpet turn'd to thee UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN unremember'd unseen wanton wave wilt thou winds wings wonted woods YORK & MELBOURNE young lambs bound youth
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16 psl. - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
17 psl. - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal Mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
53 psl. - The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring, and dale Edged with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
6 psl. - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose ; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a Starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
33 psl. - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
13 psl. - Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
29 psl. - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato to unfold What worlds, or what vast regions hold The immortal mind, that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
27 psl. - And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
26 psl. - Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustom'd oak. Sw'eet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!
40 psl. - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts ; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man...