The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth — Volume 6 (of 8)Wordsworth, William
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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth — Volume 6 (of 8)
Wordsworth, William
English poetry -- 18th century; English poetry -- 19th century
... were thronged, but why disown
Their natural voices ... C.
]
[Footnote 570: 1850.
... peace;
How strange thought I this orderly release
From social noise. What law elsewhere unknown
That stillness guards? Then ocean cried, "I drown
In solemn sounds; let wonder cease!
So through his spiritual ear is man set free
From conscious pressure of life's heaviest din,
When the.... MS.
... release
From social noise, quiet elsewhere unknown:
{ A spirit whispered }
{ Then cried a spirit } "Doth not ocean drown
In solemn sounds; let wonder cease!
So through his overpowering murmurs.... MS.
]
[Footnote 571: 1850.
Deadens--the shocks of { tumult } MS.
{ passion }
]
FOOTNOTES:
[Footnote JF: See Wordsworth's note appended to the poem.--ED.]
[Footnote JG: This sonnet was first published in the edition of
1850.--ED.]
XXXVII
DESULTORY STANZAS,
UPON RECEIVING THE PRECEDING SHEETS FROM THE PRESS
Is then the final page before me spread,
Nor further outlet left to mind or heart?
Presumptuous Book! too forward to be read,
How can I give thee licence to depart?
One tribute more: unbidden feelings start 5
Forth from their coverts; slighted objects rise;
My spirit is the scene of such wild art
As on Parnassus rules, when lightning flies,
Visibly leading on the thunder's harmonies.
All that I saw returns upon my view, 10
All that I heard comes back upon my ear,
All that I felt this moment doth renew;
And where the foot with no unmanly fear
Recoiled--and wings alone could travel--there
I move at ease; and meet contending themes 15
That press upon me, crossing the career
Of recollections vivid as the dreams
Of midnight,--cities, plains, forests, and mighty streams.
Where Mortal never breathed I dare to sit
Among the interior Alps, gigantic crew, 20
Who triumphed o'er diluvian power!--and yet
What are they but a wreck and residue,
Whose only business is to perish!--true
To which sad course, these wrinkled Sons of Time
Labour their proper greatness to subdue; 25
Speaking of death alone, beneath a clime
Where life and rapture flow in plenitude sublime.[JH]
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