The Prelude - Book First Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze | B |
A visitant that while it fans my cheek | C |
Doth seem half conscious of the joy it brings | D |
From the green fields and from yon azure sky | E |
Whate'er its mission the soft breeze can come | F |
To none more grateful than to me escaped | G |
From the vast city where I long had pined | H |
A discontented sojourner now free | I |
Free as a bird to settle where I will | J |
What dwelling shall receive me in what vale | K |
Shall be my harbour underneath what grove | L |
Shall I take up my home and what clear stream | M |
Shall with its murmur lull me into rest | N |
The earth is all before me With a heart | O |
Joyous nor scared at its own liberty | I |
I look about and should the chosen guide | P |
Be nothing better than a wandering cloud | Q |
I cannot miss my way I breathe again | R |
Trances of thought and mountings of the mind | H |
Come fast upon me it is shaken off | S |
That burthen of my own unnatural self | T |
The heavy weight of many a weary day | U |
Not mine and such as were not made for me | I |
Long months of peace if such bold word accord | V |
With any promises of human life | W |
Long months of ease and undisturbed delight | X |
Are mine in prospect whither shall I turn | Y |
By road or pathway or through trackless field | Z |
Up hill or down or shall some floating thing | A2 |
Upon the river point me out my course | B2 |
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Dear Liberty Yet what would it avail | K |
But for a gift that consecrates the joy | C2 |
For I methought while the sweet breath of heaven | D2 |
Was blowing on my body felt within | E2 |
A correspondent breeze that gently moved | F2 |
With quickening virtue but is now become | F |
A tempest a redundant energy | I |
Vexing its own creation Thanks to both | G2 |
And their congenial powers that while they join | H2 |
In breaking up a long continued frost | I2 |
Bring with them vernal promises the hope | J2 |
Of active days urged on by flying hours | K2 |
Days of sweet leisure taxed with patient thought | L2 |
Abstruse nor wanting punctual service high | E |
Matins and vespers of harmonious verse | M2 |
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Thus far O Friend did I not used to make | N2 |
A present joy the matter of a song | O2 |
Pour forth that day my soul in measured strains | P2 |
That would not be forgotten and are here | Q2 |
Recorded to the open fields I told | R2 |
A prophecy poetic numbers came | S2 |
Spontaneously to clothe in priestly robe | T2 |
A renovated spirit singled out | U2 |
Such hope was mine for holy services | V2 |
My own voice cheered me and far more the mind's | W2 |
Internal echo of the imperfect sound | X2 |
To both I listened drawing from them both | G2 |
A cheerful confidence in things to come | F |
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Content and not unwilling now to give | Y2 |
A respite to this passion I paced on | Z2 |
With brisk and eager steps and came at length | A3 |
To a green shady place where down I sate | B3 |
Beneath a tree slackening my thoughts by choice | C3 |
And settling into gentler happiness | D3 |
'Twas autumn and a clear and placid day | U |
With warmth as much as needed from a sun | D2 |
Two hours declined towards the west a day | U |
With silver clouds and sunshine on the grass | E3 |
And in the sheltered and the sheltering grove | L |
A perfect stillness Many were the thoughts | F3 |
Encouraged and dismissed till choice was made | G3 |
Of a known Vale whither my feet should turn | Y |
Nor rest till they had reached the very door | H3 |
Of the one cottage which methought I saw | I3 |
No picture of mere memory ever looked | J3 |
So fair and while upon the fancied scene | K3 |
I gazed with growing love a higher power | L3 |
Than Fancy gave assurance of some work | M3 |
Of glory there forthwith to be begun | D2 |
Perhaps too there performed Thus long I mused | N3 |
Nor e'er lost sight of what I mused upon | Z2 |
Save when amid the stately grove of oaks | O3 |
Now here now there an acorn from its cup | P3 |
Dislodged through sere leaves rustled or at once | Q3 |
To the bare earth dropped with a startling sound | X2 |
From that soft couch I rose not till the sun | D2 |
Had almost touched the horizon casting then | R |
A backward glance upon the curling cloud | Q |
Of city smoke by distance ruralised | Q |
Keen as a Truant or a Fugitive | Y2 |
But as a Pilgrim resolute I took | R3 |
Even with the chance equipment of that hour | L3 |
The road that pointed toward the chosen Vale | K |
It was a splendid evening and my soul | S3 |
Once more made trial of her strength nor lacked | Q |
Aeolian visitations but the harp | T3 |
Was soon defrauded and the banded host | Q |
Of harmony dispersed in straggling sounds | U3 |
And lastly utter silence Be it so | V3 |
Why think of anything but present good | Q |
So like a home bound labourer I pursued | Q |
My way beneath the mellowing sun that shed | Q |
Mild influence nor left in me one wish | W3 |
Again to bend the Sabbath of that time | A |
To a servile yoke What need of many words | X3 |
A pleasant loitering journey through three days | Y3 |
Continued brought me to my hermitage | Z3 |
I spare to tell of what ensued the life | W |
In common things the endless store of things | D |
Rare or at least so seeming every day | Q |
Found all about me in one neighbourhood | Q |
The self congratulation and from morn | A4 |
To night unbroken cheerfulness serene | K3 |
But speedily an earnest longing rose | B4 |
To brace myself to some determined aim | S2 |
Reading or thinking either to lay up | P3 |
New stores or rescue from decay the old | Q |
By timely interference and therewith | A3 |
Came hopes still higher that with outward life | W |
I might endue some airy phantasies | B4 |
That had been floating loose about for years | B4 |
And to such beings temperately deal forth | A3 |
The many feelings that oppressed my heart | Q |
That hope hath been discouraged welcome light | Q |
Dawns from the east but dawns to disappear | C4 |
And mock me with a sky that ripens not | Q |
Into a steady morning if my mind | Q |
Remembering the bold promise of the past | Q |
Would gladly grapple with some noble theme | M |
Vain is her wish where'er she turns she finds | B4 |
Impediments from day to day renewed | Q |
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And now it would content me to yield up | P3 |
Those lofty hopes awhile for present gifts | B4 |
Of humbler industry But oh dear Friend | Q |
The Poet gentle creature as he is | B4 |
Hath like the Lover his unruly times | B4 |
His fits when he is neither sick nor well | D4 |
Though no distress be near him but his own | E4 |
Unmanageable thoughts his mind best pleased | Q |
While she as duteous as the mother dove | F4 |
Sits brooding lives not always to that end | Q |
But like the innocent bird hath goadings on | Z2 |
That drive her as in trouble through the groves | B4 |
With me is now such passion to be blamed | Q |
No otherwise than as it lasts too long | O2 |
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When as becomes a man who would prepare | G4 |
For such an arduous work I through myself | T |
Make rigorous inquisition the report | Q |
Is often cheering for I neither seem | M |
To lack that first great gift the vital soul | S3 |
Nor general Truths which are themselves a sort | Q |
Of Elements and Agents Under powers | B4 |
Subordinate helpers of the living mind | Q |
Nor am I naked of external things | B4 |
Forms images nor numerous other aids | B4 |
Of less regard though won perhaps with toil | H4 |
And needful to build up a Poet's praise | B4 |
Time place and manners do I seek and these | B4 |
Are found in plenteous store but nowhere such | I4 |
As may be singled out with steady choice | B4 |
No little band of yet remembered names | B4 |
Whom I in perfect confidence might hope | J2 |
To summon back from lonesome banishment | Q |
And make them dwellers in the hearts of men | R |
Now living or to live in future years | B4 |
Sometimes the ambitious Power of choice mistaking | A2 |
Proud spring tide swellings for a regular sea | B4 |
Will settle on some British theme some old | Q |
Romantic tale by Milton left unsung | J4 |
More often turning to some gentle place | B4 |
Within the groves of Chivalry I pipe | K4 |
To shepherd swains or seated harp in hand | Q |
Amid reposing knights by a river side | Q |
Or fountain listen to the grave reports | B4 |
Of dire enchantments faced and overcome | F |
By the strong mind and tales of warlike feats | B4 |
Where spear encountered spear and sword with sword | Q |
Fought as if conscious of the blazonry | G4 |
That the shield bore so glorious was the strife | W |
Whence inspiration for a song that winds | B4 |
Through ever changing scenes of votive quest | Q |
Wrongs to redress harmonious tribute paid | Q |
To patient courage and unblemished truth | A3 |
To firm devotion zeal unquenchable | H4 |
And Christian meekness hallowing faithful loves | B4 |
Sometimes more sternly moved I would relate | Q |
How vanquished Mithridates northward passed | Q |
And hidden in the cloud of years became | S2 |
Odin the Father of a race by whom | L4 |
Perished the Roman Empire how the friends | B4 |
And followers of Sertorius out of Spain | M4 |
Flying found shelter in the Fortunate Isles | B4 |
And left their usages their arts and laws | B4 |
To disappear by a slow gradual death | A3 |
To dwindle and to perish one by one | D2 |
Starved in those narrow bounds but not the soul | H4 |
Of Liberty which fifteen hundred years | B4 |
Survived and when the European came | S2 |
With skill and power that might not be withstood | Q |
Did like a pestilence maintain its hold | Q |
And wasted down by glorious death that race | B4 |
Of natural heroes or I would record | Q |
How in tyrannic times some high souled man | N4 |
Unnamed among the chronicles of kings | B4 |
Suffered in silence for Truth's sake or tell | H4 |
How that one Frenchman through continued force | B4 |
Of meditation on the inhuman deeds | B4 |
Of those who conquered first the Indian Isles | B4 |
Went single in his ministry across | B4 |
The Ocean not to comfort the oppressed | Q |
But like a thirsty wind to roam about | Q |
Withering the Oppressor how Gustavus sought | Q |
Help at his need in Dalecarlia's mines | B4 |
How Wallace fought for Scotland left the name | S2 |
Of Wallace to be found like a wild flower | G4 |
All over his dear Country left the deeds | B4 |
Of Wallace like a family of Ghosts | B4 |
To people the steep rocks and river banks | B4 |
Her natural sanctuaries with a local soul | H4 |
Of independence and stern liberty | B4 |
Sometimes it suits me better to invent | Q |
A tale from my own heart more near akin | E2 |
To my own passions and habitual thoughts | B4 |
Some variegated story in the main | M4 |
Lofty but the unsubstantial structure melts | B4 |
Before the very sun that brightens it | Q |
Mist into air dissolving Then a wish | W3 |
My last and favourite aspiration mounts | B4 |
With yearning toward some philosophic song | O2 |
Of Truth that cherishes our daily life | W |
With meditations passionate from deep | O4 |
Recesses in man's heart immortal verse | B4 |
Thoughtfully fitted to the Orphean lyre | G4 |
But from this awful burthen I full soon | P4 |
Take refuge and beguile myself with trust | Q |
That mellower years will bring a riper mind | Q |
And clearer insight Thus my days are past | Q |
In contradiction with no skill to part | Q |
Vague longing haply bred by want of power | G4 |
From paramount impulse not to be withstood | Q |
A timorous capacity from prudence | B4 |
From circumspection infinite delay | H4 |
Humility and modest awe themselves | B4 |
Betray me serving often for a cloak | Q4 |
To a more subtle selfishness that now | R4 |
Locks every function up in blank reserve | S4 |
Now dupes me trusting to an anxious eye | E |
That with intrusive restlessness beats off | S |
Simplicity and self presented truth | A3 |
Ah better far than this to stray about | Q |
Voluptuously through fields and rural walks | B4 |
And ask no record of the hours resigned | Q |
To vacant musing unreproved neglect | Q |
Of all things and deliberate holiday | H4 |
Far better never to have heard the name | S2 |
Of zeal and just ambition than to live | T4 |
Baffled and plagued by a mind that every hour | G4 |
Turns recreant to her task takes heart again | R |
Then feels immediately some hollow thought | Q |
Hang like an interdict upon her hopes | B4 |
This is my lot for either still I find | Q |
Some imperfection in the chosen theme | M |
Or see of absolute accomplishment | Q |
Much wanting so much wanting in myself | T |
That I recoil and droop and seek repose | B4 |
In listlessness from vain perplexity | B4 |
Unprofitably travelling toward the grave | U4 |
Like a false steward who hath much received | Q |
And renders nothing back | V4 |
Was it for this | B4 |
That one the fairest of all rivers loved | Q |
To blend his murmurs with my nurse's song | O2 |
And from his alder shades and rocky falls | B4 |
And from his fords and shallows sent a voice | B4 |
That flowed along my dreams For this didst thou | R4 |
O Derwent winding among grassy holms | B4 |
Where I was looking on a babe in arms | B4 |
Make ceaseless music that composed my thoughts | B4 |
To more than infant softness giving me | B4 |
Amid the fretful dwellings of mankind | Q |
A foretaste a dim earnest of the calm | W4 |
That Nature breathes among the hills and groves | B4 |
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When he had left the mountains and received | Q |
On his smooth breast the shadow of those towers | B4 |
That yet survive a shattered monument | Q |
Of feudal sway the bright blue river passed | Q |
Along the margin of our terrace walk | X4 |
A tempting playmate whom we dearly loved | Q |
Oh many a time have I a five years' child | Q |
In a small mill race severed from his stream | M |
Made one long bathing of a summer's day | H4 |
Basked in the sun and plunged and basked again | R |
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Alternate all a summer's day or scoured | Q |
The sandy fields leaping through flowery groves | B4 |
Of yellow ragwort or when rock and hill | H4 |
The woods and distant Skiddaw's lofty height | Q |
Were bronzed with deepest radiance stood alone | E4 |
Beneath the sky as if I had been born | A4 |
On Indian plains and from my mother's hut | Q |
Had run abroad in wantonness to sport | Q |
A naked savage in the thunder shower | G4 |
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Fair seed time had my soul and I grew up | P3 |
Fostered alike by beauty and by fear | G4 |
Much favoured in my birth place and no less | B4 |
In that beloved Vale to which erelong | X4 |
We were transplanted there were we let loose | B4 |
For sports of wider range Ere I had told | Q |
Ten birth days when among the mountain slopes | B4 |
Frost and the breath of frosty wind had snapped | Q |
The last autumnal crocus 'twas my joy | C2 |
With store of springes o'er my shoulder hung | X4 |
To range the open heights where woodcocks run | D2 |
Along the smooth green turf Through half the night | Q |
Scudding away from snare to snare I plied | Q |
That anxious visitation moon and stars | B4 |
Were shining o'er my head I was alone | E4 |
And seemed to be a trouble to the peace | B4 |
That dwelt among them Sometimes it befell | H4 |
In these night wanderings that a strong desire | G4 |
O'erpowered my better reason and the bird | Q |
Which was the captive of another's toil | H4 |
Became my prey and when the deed was done | D2 |
I heard among the solitary hills | B4 |
Low breathings coming after me and sounds | B4 |
Of undistinguishable motion steps | B4 |
Almost as silent as the turf they trod | Q |
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Nor less when spring had warmed the cultured Vale | H4 |
Moved we as plunderers where the mother bird | Q |
Had in high places built her lodge though mean | K3 |
Our object and inglorious yet the end | Q |
Was not ignoble Oh when I have hung | X4 |
Above the raven's nest by knots of grass | B4 |
And half inch fissures in the slippery rock | X4 |
But ill sustained and almost so it seemed | Q |
Suspended by the blast that blew amain | K3 |
Shouldering the naked crag oh at that time | A |
While on the perilous ridge I hung alone | K3 |
With what strange utterance did the loud dry wind | Q |
Blow through my ear the sky seemed not a sky | X4 |
Of earth and with what motion moved the clouds | B4 |
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Dust as we are the immortal spirit grows | B4 |
Like harmony in music there is a dark | X4 |
Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles | B4 |
Discordant elements makes them cling together | G4 |
In one society How strange that all | H4 |
The terrors pains and early miseries | B4 |
Regrets vexations lassitudes interfused | Q |
Within my mind should e'er have borne a part | Q |
And that a needful part in making up | P3 |
The calm existence that is mine when I | X4 |
Am worthy of myself Praise to the end | Q |
Thanks to the means which Nature deigned to employ | C2 |
Whether her fearless visitings or those | B4 |
That came with soft alarm like hurtless light | Q |
Opening the peaceful clouds or she would use | B4 |
Severer interventions ministry | B4 |
More palpable as best might suit her aim | S2 |
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One summer evening led by her I found | Q |
A little boat tied to a willow tree | B4 |
Within a rocky cave its usual home | Y4 |
Straight I unloosed her chain and stepping in | K3 |
Pushed from the shore It was an act of stealth | A3 |
And troubled pleasure nor without the voice | B4 |
Of mountain echoes did my boat move on | K3 |
Leaving behind her still on either side | Q |
Small circles glittering idly in the moon | K3 |
Until they melted all into one track | X4 |
Of sparkling light But now like one who rows | B4 |
Proud of his skill to reach a chosen point | Q |
With an unswerving line I fixed my view | Z4 |
Upon the summit of a craggy ridge | |
The horizon's utmost boundary far above | F4 |
Was nothing but the stars and the grey sky | X4 |
She was an elfin pinnace lustily | C2 |
I dipped my oars into the silent lake | X4 |
And as I rose upon the stroke my boat | Q |
Went heaving through the water like a swan | K3 |
When from behind that craggy steep till then | K3 |
The horizon's bound a huge peak black and huge | |
As if with voluntary power instinct | Q |
Upreared its head I struck and struck again | K3 |
And growing still in stature the grim shape | |
Towered up between me and the stars and still | C2 |
For so it seemed with purpose of its own | K3 |
And measured motion like a living thing | X4 |
Strode after me With trembling oars I turned | Q |
And through the silent water stole my way | H4 |
Back to the covert of the willow tree | B4 |
There in her mooring place I left my bark | X4 |
And through the meadows homeward went in grave | U4 |
And serious mood but after I had seen | K3 |
That spectacle for many days my brain | K3 |
Worked with a dim and undetermined sense | B4 |
Of unknown modes of being o'er my thoughts | B4 |
There hung a darkness call it solitude | Q |
Or blank desertion No familiar shapes | B4 |
Remained no pleasant images of trees | B4 |
Of sea or sky no colours of green fields | B4 |
But huge and mighty forms that do not live | T4 |
Like living men moved slowly through the mind | Q |
By day and were a trouble to my dreams | B4 |
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Wisdom and Spirit of the universe | B4 |
Thou Soul that art the eternity of thought | Q |
That givest to forms and images a breath | A3 |
And everlasting motion not in vain | K3 |
By day or star light thus from my first dawn | K3 |
Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me | B4 |
The passions that build up our human soul | C2 |
Not with the mean and vulgar works of man | K3 |
But with high objects with enduring things | B4 |
With life and nature purifying thus | B4 |
The elements of feeling and of thought | Q |
And sanctifying by such discipline | K3 |
Both pain and fear until we recognise | B4 |
A grandeur in the beatings of the heart | Q |
Nor was this fellowship vouchsafed to me | B4 |
With stinted kindness In November days | B4 |
When vapours rolling down the valley made | Q |
A lonely scene more lonesome among woods | B4 |
At noon and 'mid the calm of summer nights | B4 |
When by the margin of the trembling lake | X4 |
Beneath the gloomy hills homeward I went | Q |
In solitude such intercourse was mine | K3 |
Mine was it in the fields both day and night | Q |
And by the waters all the summer long | X4 |
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And in the frosty season when the sun | K3 |
Was set and visible for many a mile | C2 |
The cottage windows blazed through twilight gloom | L4 |
I heeded not their summons happy time | A |
It was indeed for all of us for me | B4 |
It was a time of rapture Clear and loud | Q |
The village clock tolled six I wheeled about | Q |
Proud and exulting like an untired horse | B4 |
That cares not for his home All shod with steel | C2 |
We hissed along the polished ice in games | B4 |
Confederate imitative of the chase | B4 |
And woodland pleasures the resounding horn | K3 |
The pack loud chiming and the hunted hare | G4 |
So through the darkness and the cold we flew | C2 |
And not a voice was idle with the din | K3 |
Smitten the precipices rang aloud | Q |
The leafless trees and every icy crag | X4 |
Tinkled like iron while far distant hills | B4 |
Into the tumult sent an alien sound | Q |
Of melancholy not unnoticed while the stars | B4 |
Eastward were sparkling clear and in the west | Q |
The orange sky of evening died away | H4 |
Not seldom from the uproar I retired | Q |
Into a silent bay or sportively | C2 |
Glanced sideway leaving the tumultuous throng | X4 |
To cut across the reflex of a star | G4 |
That fled and flying still before me gleamed | Q |
Upon the glassy plain and oftentimes | B4 |
When we had given our bodies to the wind | Q |
And all the shadowy banks on either side | Q |
Came sweeping through the darkness spinning still | C2 |
The rapid line of motion then at once | B4 |
Have I reclining back upon my heels | B4 |
Stopped short yet still the solitary cliffs | B4 |
Wheeled by me even as if the earth had rolled | Q |
With visible motion her diurnal round | Q |
Behind me did they stretch in solemn train | K3 |
Feebler and feebler and I stood and watched | Q |
Till all was tranquil as a dreamless sleep | O4 |
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Ye Presences of Nature in the sky | X4 |
And on the earth Ye Visions of the hills | B4 |
And Souls of lonely places can I think | X4 |
A vulgar hope was yours when ye employed | Q |
Such ministry when ye through many a year | G4 |
Haunting me thus among my boyish sports | B4 |
On caves and trees upon the woods and hills | B4 |
Impressed upon all forms the characters | B4 |
Of danger or desire and thus did make | X4 |
The surface of the universal earth | A3 |
With triumph and delight with hope and fear | G4 |
Work like a sea | B4 |
Not uselessly employed | Q |
Might I pursue this theme through every change | |
Of exercise and play to which the year | G4 |
Did summon us in his delightful round | Q |
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We were a noisy crew the sun in heaven | K3 |
Beheld not vales more beautiful than ours | B4 |
Nor saw a band in happiness and joy | C2 |
Richer or worthier of the ground they trod | Q |
I could record with no reluctant voice | B4 |
The woods of autumn and their hazel bowers | B4 |
With milk white clusters hung the rod and line | K3 |
True symbol of hope's foolishness whose strong | X4 |
And unreproved enchantment led us on | K3 |
By rocks and pools shut out from every star | G4 |
All the green summer to forlorn cascades | B4 |
Among the windings hid of mountain brooks | B4 |
Unfading recollections at this hour | G4 |
The heart is almost mine with which I felt | Q |
From some hill top on sunny afternoons | B4 |
The paper kite high among fleecy clouds | B4 |
Pull at her rein like an impetuous courser | G4 |
Or from the meadows sent on gusty days | B4 |
Beheld her breast the wind then suddenly | B4 |
Dashed headlong and rejected by the storm | |
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Ye lowly cottages wherein we dwelt | Q |
A ministration of your own was yours | B4 |
Can I forget you being as you were | G4 |
So beautiful among the pleasant fields | B4 |
In which ye stood or can I here forget | Q |
The plain and seemly countenance with which | |
Ye dealt out your plain comforts Yet had ye | B4 |
Delights and exultations of your own | K3 |
Eager and never weary we pursued | Q |
Our home amusements by the warm peat fire | G4 |
At evening when with pencil and smooth slate | Q |
In square divisions parcelled out and all | C2 |
With crosses and with cyphers scribbled o'er | G4 |
We schemed and puzzled head opposed to head | Q |
In strife too humble to be named in verse | B4 |
Or round the naked table snow white deal | C2 |
Cherry or maple sate in close array | H4 |
And to the combat Loo or Whist led on | K3 |
A thick ribbed army not as in the world | Q |
Neglected and ungratefully thrown by | X4 |
Even for the very service they had wrought | Q |
But husbanded through many a long campaign | K3 |
Uncouth assemblage was it where no few | C2 |
Had changed their functions some plebeian cards | B4 |
Which Fate beyond the promise of their birth | A3 |
Had dignified and called to represent | Q |
The persons of departed potentates | B4 |
Oh with what echoes on the board they fell | C2 |
Ironic diamonds clubs hearts diamonds spades | B4 |
A congregation piteously akin | K3 |
Cheap matter offered they to boyish wit | Q |
Those sooty knaves precipitated down | K3 |
With scoffs and taunts like Vulcan out of heaven | K3 |
The paramount ace a moon in her eclipse | B4 |
Queens gleaming through their splendour's last decay | H4 |
And monarchs surly at the wrongs sustained | Q |
By royal visages Meanwhile abroad | Q |
Incessant rain was falling or the frost | Q |
Raged bitterly with keen and silent tooth | A3 |
And interrupting oft that eager game | S2 |
From under Esthwaite's splitting fields of ice | B4 |
The pent up air struggling to free itself | T |
Gave out to meadow grounds and hills a loud | Q |
Protracted yelling like the noise of wolves | B4 |
Howling in troops along the Bothnic Main | K3 |
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Nor sedulous as I have been to trace | B4 |
How Nature by extrinsic passion first | Q |
Peopled the mind with forms sublime or fair | G4 |
And made me love them may I here omit | Q |
How other pleasures have been mine and joys | B4 |
Of subtler origin how I have felt | Q |
Not seldom even in that tempestuous time | A |
Those hallowed and pure motions of the sense | B4 |
Which seem in their simplicity to own | K3 |
An intellectual charm that calm delight | Q |
Which if I err not surely must belong | X4 |
To those first born affinities that fit | Q |
Our new existence to existing things | B4 |
And in our dawn of being constitute | Q |
The bond of union between life and joy | C2 |
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Yes I remember when the changeful earth | A3 |
And twice five summers on my mind had stamped | Q |
The faces of the moving year even then | K3 |
I held unconscious intercourse with beauty | B4 |
Old as creation drinking in a pure | G4 |
Organic pleasure from the silver wreaths | B4 |
Of curling mist or from the level plain | K3 |
Of waters coloured by impending clouds | B4 |
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The sands of Westmoreland the creeks and bays | B4 |
Of Cumbria's rocky limits they can tell | C2 |
How when the Sea threw off his evening shade | Q |
And to the shepherd's hut on distant hills | B4 |
Sent welcome notice of the rising moon | K3 |
How I have stood to fancies such as these | B4 |
A stranger linking with the spectacle | C2 |
No conscious memory of a kindred sight | Q |
And bringing with me no peculiar sense | B4 |
Of quietness or peace yet have I stood | Q |
Even while mine eye hath moved o'er many a league | X4 |
Of shining water gathering as it seemed | Q |
Through every hair breadth in that field of light | Q |
New pleasure like a bee among the flowers | B4 |
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Thus oft amid those fits of vulgar joy | C2 |
Which through all seasons on a child's pursuits | B4 |
Are prompt attendants 'mid that giddy bliss | B4 |
Which like a tempest works along the blood | Q |
And is forgotten even then I felt | Q |
Gleams like the flashing of a shield the earth | A3 |
And common face of Nature spake to me | B4 |
Rememberable things sometimes 'tis true | C2 |
By chance collisions and quaint accidents | B4 |
Like those ill sorted unions work supposed | Q |
Of evil minded fairies yet not vain | K3 |
Nor profitless if haply they impressed | Q |
Collateral objects and appearances | B4 |
Albeit lifeless then and doomed to sleep | O4 |
Until maturer seasons called them forth | A3 |
To impregnate and to elevate the mind | Q |
And if the vulgar joy by its own weight | Q |
Wearied itself out of the memory | B4 |
The scenes which were a witness of that joy | C2 |
Remained in their substantial lineaments | B4 |
Depicted on the brain and to the eye | X4 |
Were visible a daily sight and thus | B4 |
By the impressive discipline of fear | G4 |
By pleasure and repeated happiness | B4 |
So frequently repeated and by force | B4 |
Of obscure feelings representative | Y2 |
Of things forgotten these same scenes so bright | Q |
So beautiful so majestic in themselves | B4 |
Though yet the day was distant did become | F |
Habitually dear and all their forms | B4 |
And changeful colours by invisible links | B4 |
Were fastened to the affections | B4 |
I began | K3 |
My story early not misled I trust | Q |
By an infirmity of love for days | B4 |
Disowned by memory ere the breath of spring | X4 |
Planting my snowdrops among winter snows | B4 |
Nor will it seem to thee O Friend so prompt | Q |
In sympathy that I have lengthened out | Q |
With fond and feeble tongue a tedious tale | C2 |
Meanwhile my hope has been that I might fetch | |
Invigorating thoughts from former years | B4 |
Might fix the wavering balance of my mind | Q |
And haply meet reproaches too whose power | G4 |
May spur me on in manhood now mature | G4 |
To honourable toil Yet should these hopes | B4 |
Prove vain and thus should neither I be taught | Q |
To understand myself nor thou to know | K3 |
With better knowledge how the heart was framed | Q |
Of him thou lovest need I dread from thee | B4 |
Harsh judgments if the song be loth to quit | Q |
Those recollected hours that have the charm | |
Of visionary things those lovely forms | B4 |
And sweet sensations that throw back our life | W |
And almost make remotest infancy | B4 |
A visible scene on which the sun is shining | X4 |
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One end at least hath been attained my mind | Q |
Hath been revived and if this genial mood | Q |
Desert me not forthwith shall be brought down | K3 |
Through later years the story of my life | W |
The road lies plain before me 'tis a theme | M |
Single and of determined bounds and hence | B4 |
I choose it rather at this time than work | X4 |
Of ampler or more varied argument | Q |
Where I might be discomfited and lost | Q |
And certain hopes are with me that to thee | B4 |
This labour will be welcome honoured Friend | Q |
William Wordsworth
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