The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth — Volume 4 (of 8)Wordsworth, William
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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth — Volume 4 (of 8)
Wordsworth, William
English poetry -- 18th century; English poetry -- 19th century
When, as the Vision gave command,
The Prior of Durham with holy hand
Saint Cuthbert's Relic did uprear
Upon the point of a lofty spear,
And God descended in his power,
While the Monks prayed in Maiden's Bower. 1815.
[86] 1837.
... and uphold."--
--The Chiefs were by his zeal confounded, 1815.
[87] 1837.
... raised so joyfully, 1815.
[88] This line was added in 1837.
[89] 1837.
... frail ... 1815.
[90] 1827.
--So speaking, he upraised his head
Towards that Imagery once more; 1815.
[91] 1827.
Blank fear, ... 1815.
[92] 1837.
She did in passiveness obey, 1815.
[93] 1837.
Her Brother was it who assailed
Her tender spirit and prevailed.
Her other Parent, too, whose head 1815.
[94] 1837.
From reason's earliest dawn beguiled
The docile, unsuspecting Child: 1815.
[95] 1837.
... music sweet
Was played to chear them in retreat;
But Norton lingered in the rear:
Thought followed thought--and ere the last
Of that unhappy train was past,
Before him Francis did appear. 1815.
[96] 1837.
"Now when 'tis not your aim to oppose,"
Said he, "in open field your Foes;
Now that from this decisive day
Your multitude must melt away,
An unarmed Man may come unblamed;
To ask a grace, that was not claimed
Long as your hopes were high, he now
May hither bring a fearless brow;
When his discountenance can do
No injury,--may come to you.
Though in your cause no part I bear,
Your indignation I can share;
Am grieved this backward march to see,
How careless and disorderly!
I scorn your Chieftains, Men who lead,
And yet want courage at their need;
Then look at them with open eyes!
Deserve they further sacrifice?
My Father!..." 1815.
[97] 1837.
... remains ... 1815.
[98] 1837.
At length, the issue of this prayer?
Or how, from his depression raised,
The Father on his Son had gazed; 1815.
[99] 1845.
Suffice it that the Son gave way,
Nor strove that passion to allay, 1815.
[100] 1837.
The like endeavours 1815.
[101] 1837.
From cloudless ether looking down,
The Moon, this tranquil evening, sees 1815.
[102] 1837.
... with moors between,
Hill-tops, and floods, and forests green, 1815.
[103] 1827.
The silver smoke, and mounts in wreaths. 1815.
[104] 1827.
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