Memorials Of A Tour In Italy, 1837 - I. - Musings Near Aquapendente - April 1837 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Deeply embosomed and your winding shores | B |
Of either sea an Islander by birth | C |
A Mountaineer by habit would resound | D |
Your praise in meet accordance with your claims | E |
Bestowed by Nature or from man's great deeds | F |
Inherited presumptuous thought it fled | G |
Like vapour like a towering cloud dissolved | H |
Not therefore shall my mind give way to sadness | I |
Yon snow white torrent fall plumb down it drops | J |
Yet ever hangs or seems to hang in air | K |
Lulling the leisure of that high perched town | L |
Aquadendente in her lofty site | M |
Its neighbour and its namesake town and flood | N |
Forth flashing out of its own gloomy chasm | O |
Bright sunbeams the fresh verdure of this lawn | P |
Strewn with grey rocks and on the horizon's verge | Q |
O'er intervenient waste through glimmering haze | R |
Unquestionably kenned that cone shaped hill | S |
With fractured summit no indifferent sight | M |
To travelers from such comforts as are thine | T |
Bleak Radicofani escaped with joy | U |
These are before me and the varied scene | V |
May well suffice till noon tide's sultry heat | W |
Relax to fix and satisfy the mind | X |
Passive yet pleased What with this Broom in flower | Y |
Close at my side She bids me fly to greet | W |
Her sisters soon like her to be attired | Z |
With golden blossoms opening at the feet | W |
Of my own Fairfield The glad greeting given | A2 |
Given with a voice and by a look returned | B2 |
Of old companionship Time counts not minutes | C2 |
Ere from accustomed paths familiar fields | D2 |
The local Genius hurries me aloft | E2 |
Transported over that cloud wooing hill | S |
Seat Sandal a fond suitor of the clouds | F2 |
With dream like smoothness to Helvellyn's top | G2 |
There to alight upon crisp moss and range | H2 |
Obtaining ampler boon at every step | I2 |
Of visual sovereignty hills multitudinous | F2 |
Not Apennine can boast of fairer hills | F2 |
Pride of two nations wood and lake and plains | F2 |
And prospect right below of deep coves shaped | J2 |
By skeleton arms that from the mountain's trunk | K2 |
Extended clasp the winds with mutual moan | L2 |
Struggling for liberty while undismayed | J2 |
The shepherd struggles with them Onward thence | F2 |
And downward by the skirt of Greenside fell | M2 |
And by Glenridding screes and low Glencoign | L2 |
Places forsaken now though loving still | S |
The muses as they loved them in the days | F2 |
Of the old minstrels and the border bards | F2 |
But here am I fast bound and let it pass | F2 |
The simple rapture who that travels far | N2 |
To feed his mind with watchful eyes could share | K |
Or wish to share it One there surely was | F2 |
The Wizard of the North with anxious hope | O2 |
Brought to this genial climate when disease | F2 |
Preyed upon body and mind yet not the less | F2 |
Had his sunk eye kindled at those dear words | F2 |
That spake of bards and minstrels and his spirit | J2 |
Had flown with mine to old Helvellyn's brow | P2 |
Where once together in his day of strength | Q2 |
We stood rejoicing as if earth were free | R2 |
From sorrow like the sky above our heads | F2 |
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Years followed years and when upon the eve | S2 |
Of his last going from Tweed side thought turned | J2 |
Or by another's sympathy was led | J2 |
To this bright land Hope was for him no friend | J2 |
Knowledge no help Imagination shaped | J2 |
No promise Still in more than ear deep seats | F2 |
Survives for me and cannot but survive | T2 |
The tone of voice which wedded borrowed words | F2 |
To sadness not their own when with faint smile | U2 |
Forced by intent to take from speech its edge | V2 |
He said When I am there although 'tis fair | K |
'Twill be another Yarrow Prophecy | R2 |
More than fulfilled as gay Campania's shores | F2 |
Soon witnessed and the city of seven hills | F2 |
Her sparkling fountains and her mouldering tombs | F2 |
And more than all that Eminence which showed | J2 |
Her splendours seen not felt the while he stood | J2 |
A few short steps painful they were apart | J2 |
From Tasso's Convent haven and retired grave | W2 |
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Peace to their Spirits why should Poesy | F2 |
Yield to the lure of vain regret and hover | Y |
In gloom on wings with confidence outspread | J2 |
To move in sunshine Utter thanks my Soul | X2 |
Tempered with awe and sweetened by compassion | L2 |
For them who in the shades of sorrow dwell | M2 |
That I so near the term to human life | Y2 |
Appointed by man's common heritage | Z2 |
Frail as the frailest one withal if that | J2 |
Deserve a thought but little known to fame | A3 |
Am free to rove where Nature's loveliest looks | F2 |
Art's noblest relics history's rich bequests | F2 |
Failed to reanimate and but feebly cheered | J2 |
The whole world's Darling free to rove at will | S |
O'er high and low and if requiring rest | J2 |
Rest from enjoyment only | R2 |
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Thanks poured forth | B3 |
For what thus far hath blessed my wanderings thanks | F2 |
Fervent but humble as the lips can breathe | C3 |
Where gladness seems a duty let me guard | J2 |
Those seeds of expectation which the fruit | J2 |
Already gathered in this favoured Land | J2 |
Enfolds within its core The faith be mine | L2 |
That He who guides and governs all approves | F2 |
When gratitude though disciplined to look | D3 |
Beyond these transient spheres doth wear a crown | L2 |
Of earthly hope put on with trembling hand | J2 |
Nor is least pleased we trust when golden beams | F2 |
Reflected through the mists of age from hours | F2 |
Of innocent delight remote or recent | J2 |
Shoot but a little way 'tis all they can | L2 |
Into the doubtful future Who would keep | E3 |
Power must resolve to cleave to it through life | Y2 |
Else it deserts him surely as he lives | F2 |
Saints would not grieve nor guardian angels frown | L2 |
If one while tossed as was my lot to be | R2 |
In a frail bark urged by two slender oars | F2 |
Over waves rough and deep that when they broke | F3 |
Dashed their white foam against the palace walls | F2 |
Of Genoa the superb should there be led | J2 |
To meditate upon his own appointed tasks | F2 |
However humble in themselves with thoughts | F2 |
Raised and sustained by memory of Him | G3 |
Who oftentimes within those narrow bounds | F2 |
Rocked on the surge there tried his spirit's strength | Q2 |
And grasp of purpose long ere sailed his ship | H3 |
To lay a new world open | L2 |
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Nor less prized | J2 |
Be those impressions which incline the heart | J2 |
To mild to lowly and to seeming weak | I3 |
Bend that way her desires The dew the storm | J3 |
The dew whose moisture fell in gentle drops | F2 |
On the small hyssop destined to become | O |
By Hebrew ordinance devoutly kept | J2 |
A purifying instrument the storm | J3 |
That shook on Lebanon the cedar's top | G2 |
And as it shook enabling the blind roots | F2 |
Further to force their way endowed its trunk | K2 |
With magnitude and strength fit to uphold | J2 |
The glorious temple did alike proceed | J2 |
From the same gracious will were both an offspring | K3 |
Of bounty infinite | J2 |
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Between Powers that aim | A3 |
Higher to lift their lofty heads impelled | J2 |
By no profane ambition Powers that thrive | T2 |
By conflict and their opposites that trust | J2 |
In lowliness a midway tract there lies | F2 |
Of thoughtful sentiment for every mind | J2 |
Pregnant with good Young Middle aged and Old | J2 |
From century on to century must have known | L2 |
The emotion nay more fitly were it said | J2 |
The blest tranquility that sunk so deep | E3 |
Into my spirit when I paced enclosed | J2 |
In Pisa's Campo Santo the smooth floor | L3 |
Of its Arcades paved with sepulchral slabs | F2 |
And through each window's open fretwork looked | J2 |
O'er the blank Area of sacred earth | C |
Fetched from Mount Calvary or haply delved | J2 |
In precincts nearer to the Saviour's tomb | M3 |
By hands of men humble as brave who fought | J2 |
For its deliverance a capacious field | J2 |
That to descendants of the dead it holds | F2 |
And to all living mute memento breathes | F2 |
More touching far than ought which on the walls | F2 |
Is pictured or their epitaphs can speak | I3 |
Of the changed City's long departed power | Y |
Glory and wealth which perilous as they are | N2 |
Here did not kill but nourished Piety | R2 |
And high above that length of cloistral roof | N3 |
Peering in air and backed by azure sky | O3 |
To kindred contemplations ministers | F2 |
The Baptistery's dome and that which swells | F2 |
From the Cathedral pile and with the twain | L2 |
Conjoined in prospect mutable or fixed | J2 |
As hurry on in eagerness the feet | J2 |
Or pause the summit of the Leaning tower | Y |
Nor less remuneration waits on him | G3 |
Who having left the Cemetery stands | F2 |
In the Tower's shadow of decline and fall | P3 |
Admonished not without some sense of fear | Q3 |
Fear that soon vanishes before the sight | J2 |
Of splendour unextinguished pomp unscathed | J2 |
And beauty unimpaired Grand in itself | R3 |
And for itself the assemblage grand and fair | K |
To view and for the mind's consenting eye | O3 |
A type of age in man upon its front | J2 |
Bearing the world acknowledged evidence | F2 |
Of past exploits nor fondly after more | L3 |
Struggling against the stream of destiny | R2 |
But with its peaceful majesty content | J2 |
Oh what a spectacle at every turn | L2 |
The Place unfolds from pavement skinned with moss | F2 |
Or grass grown spaces where the heaviest foot | J2 |
Provokes no echoes but must softly tread | J2 |
Where Solitude with Silence paired stops short | J2 |
Of Desolation and to Ruin's scythe | S3 |
Decay submits not | J2 |
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But where'er my steps | F2 |
Shall wander chiefly let me cull with care | K |
Those images of genial beauty oft | J2 |
Too lovely to be pensive in themselves | F2 |
But by reflection made so which do best | J2 |
And fitliest serve to crown with fragrant wreaths | F2 |
Life's cup when almost filled with years like mine | L2 |
How lovely robed in forenoon light and shade | J2 |
Each ministering to each didst thou appear | Q3 |
Savona Queen of territory fair | K |
As aught that marvelous coast thro' all its length | Q2 |
Yields to the Stranger's eye Remembrance holds | F2 |
As a selected treasure thy one cliff | T3 |
That while it wore for melancholy crest | J2 |
A shattered Convent yet rose proud to have | U3 |
Clinging to its steep sides a thousand herbs | F2 |
And shrubs whose pleasant looks gave proof how kind | J2 |
The breath of air can be where earth had else | F2 |
Seemed churlish And behold both far and near | Q3 |
Garden and field all decked with orange bloom | M3 |
And peach and citron in Spring's mildest breeze | F2 |
Expanding and along the smooth shore curved | J2 |
Into a natural port a tideless sea | R2 |
To that mild breeze with motion and with voice | F2 |
Softly responsive and attuned to all | P3 |
Those vernal charms of sight and sound appeared | J2 |
Smooth space of turf which from the guardian fort | J2 |
Sloped seaward turf whose tender April green | L2 |
In coolest climes too fugitive might even here | V3 |
Plead with the sovereign Sun for longer stay | J2 |
Than his unmitigated beams allow | P2 |
Nor plead in vain if beauty could preserve | W3 |
From mortal change aught that is born on earth | C |
Or doth on time depend | J2 |
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While on the brink | X3 |
Of that high Convent crested cliff I stood | J2 |
Modest Savona over all did brood | J2 |
A pure poetic Spirit as the breeze | F2 |
Mild as the verdure fresh the sunshine bright | J2 |
Thy gentle Chiabrera not a stone | L2 |
Mural or level with the trodden floor | L3 |
In Church or Chapel if my curious quest | J2 |
Missed not the truth retains a single name | A3 |
Of young or old warrior or saint or sage | Y3 |
To whose dear memories his sepulchral verse | F2 |
Paid simple tribute such as might have flowed | J2 |
From the clear spring of a plain English heart | J2 |
Say rather one in native fellowship | H3 |
With all who want not skill to couple grief | Z3 |
With praise as genuine admiration prompts | F2 |
The grief the praise are severed from their dust | J2 |
Yet in his page the records of that worth | C |
Survive uninjured glory then to words | F2 |
Honour to word preserving Arts and hail | A4 |
Ye kindred local influences that still | S |
If Hope's familiar whispers merit faith | B4 |
Await my steps when they the breezy height | J2 |
Shall range of philosophic Tusculum | A3 |
Or Sabine vales explored inspire a wish | C4 |
To meet the shade of Horace by the side | J2 |
Of his Bandusian fount or I invoke | F3 |
His presence to point out the spot where once | F2 |
He sate and eulogized with earnest pen | L2 |
Peace leisure freedom moderate desires | F2 |
And all the immunities of rural life | Y2 |
Extolled behind Vacuna's crumbling fane | L2 |
Or let me loiter soothed with what is given | L2 |
Nor asking more on that delicious Bay | J2 |
Parthenope's Domain Virgilian haunt | J2 |
Illustrated with never dying verse | F2 |
And by the Poet's laurel shaded tomb | A3 |
Age after age to Pilgrims from all lands | F2 |
Endeared | J2 |
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And who if not a man as cold | J2 |
In heart as dull in brain while pacing ground | J2 |
Chosen by Rome's legendary Bards high minds | F2 |
Out of her early struggles well inspired | J2 |
To localize heroic acts could look | D3 |
Upon the spots with undelighted eye | O3 |
Though even to their last syllable the Lays | F2 |
And very names of those who gave them birth | C |
Have perished Verily to her utmost depth | D4 |
Imagination feels what Reason fears not | J2 |
To recognize the lasting virtue lodged | J2 |
In those bold fictions that by deeds assigned | J2 |
To the Valerian Fabian Curian Race | F2 |
And others like in fame created Powers | F2 |
With attributes from History derived | J2 |
By Poesy irradiate and yet graced | J2 |
Through marvelous felicity of skill | S |
With something more propitious to high aims | F2 |
Than either pent within her separate sphere | Q3 |
Can oft with justice claim | A3 |
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And not disdaining | K3 |
Union with those primeval energies | F2 |
To virtue consecrate stoop ye from your height | J2 |
Christian Traditions at my Spirit's call | P3 |
Descend and on the brow of ancient Rome | A3 |
As she survives in ruin manifest | J2 |
Your glories mingled with the brightest hues | F2 |
Of her memorial halo fading fading | K3 |
But never to be extinct while Earth endures | F2 |
O come if undishonoured by the prayer | K |
From all her Sanctuaries Open for my feet | J2 |
Ye Catacombs give to mine eyes a glimpse | F2 |
Of the Devout as 'mid your glooms convened | J2 |
For safety they of yore enclasped the Cross | F2 |
On knees that ceased from trembling or intoned | J2 |
Their orisons with voices half suppressed | J2 |
But sometimes heard or fancied to be heard | J2 |
Even at this hour | Y |
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And thou Mamertine prison | L2 |
Into that vault receive me from whose depth | D4 |
Issues revealed in no presumptuous vision | L2 |
Albeit lifting human to divine | L2 |
A Saint the Church's Rock the mystic Keys | F2 |
Grasped in his hand and lo with upright sword | J2 |
Prefiguring his own impendent doom | A3 |
The Apostle of the Gentiles both prepared | J2 |
To suffer pains with heathen scorn and hate | J2 |
Inflicted blessed Men for so to Heaven | L2 |
They follow their dear Lord | J2 |
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Time flows nor winds | F2 |
Nor stagnates nor precipitates his course | F2 |
But many a benefit borne upon his breast | J2 |
For human kind sinks out of sight is gone | L2 |
No one knows how nor seldom is put forth | B3 |
An angry arm that snatches good away | J2 |
Never perhaps to reappear The Stream | A3 |
Has to our generation brought and brings | F2 |
Innumerable gains yet we who now | P2 |
Walk in the light of day pertain full surely | R2 |
To a chilled age most pitiably shut out | J2 |
From that which 'is' and actuates by forms | F2 |
Abstractions and by lifeless fact to fact | J2 |
Minutely linked with diligence uninspired | J2 |
Unrectified unguided unsustained | J2 |
By godlike insight To this fate is doomed | J2 |
Science wide spread and spreading still as be | R2 |
Her conquests in the world of sense made known | L2 |
So with the internal mind it fares and so | F2 |
With morals trusting in contempt or fear | Q3 |
Of vital principle's controlling law | E4 |
To her purblind guide Expediency and so | F2 |
Suffers religious faith Elate with view | F4 |
Of what is won we overlook or scorn | L2 |
The best that should keep pace with it and must | J2 |
Else more and more the general mind will droop | G4 |
Even as if bent on perishing There lives | F2 |
No faculty within us which the Soul | X2 |
Can spare and humblest earthly Weal demands | F2 |
For dignity not placed beyond her reach | H4 |
Zealous co operation of all means | F2 |
Given or acquired to raise us from the mire | I4 |
And liberate our hearts from low pursuits | F2 |
By gross Utilities enslaved we need | J2 |
More of ennobling impulse from the past | J2 |
If to the future aught of good must come | A3 |
Sounder and therefore holier than the ends | F2 |
Which in the giddiness of self applause | F2 |
We covet as supreme O grant the crown | L2 |
That Wisdom wears or take his treacherous staff | J4 |
From Knowledge If the Muse whom I have served | J2 |
This day be mistress of a single pearl | K4 |
Fit to be placed in that pure diadem | A3 |
Then not in vain under these chestnut boughs | F2 |
Reclined shall I have yielded up my soul | X2 |
To transports from the secondary founts | F2 |
Flowing of time and place and paid to both | L4 |
Due homage nor shall fruitlessly have striven | L2 |
By love of beauty moved to enshrine in verse | F2 |
Accordant meditations which in times | F2 |
Vexed and disordered as our own may shed | J2 |
Influence at least among a scattered few | F4 |
To soberness of mind and peace of heart | J2 |
Friendly as here to my repose hath been | L2 |
This flowering broom's dear neighbourhood the light | J2 |
And murmur issuing from yon pendent flood | J2 |
And all the varied landscape Let us now | P2 |
William Wordsworth
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