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Abbey Alfred ancient appears army battle beauty beneath bold bright Bristol brow called Castle church Coleridge command continued dark death deep delightful distant doth England fair feelings feet field flow forces friends give green hand hath head heard heart height hill hope horse hour hundred interest King land light living lofty lone look Lord marched meet memory miles mind Monmouth mountain nature noble NOTE o'er object observed once PAGE passed plain present remains returned rich rising rock rose round royal ruins Saxon scene seen side silent song soon sound spirit spread stands steep stood stream summit surrounded sweet thou thought thousand tower town trees vale valley village voice walls wander wave whole wild woods
Page 142 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Page 326 - No plot so narrow, be but Nature there, No waste so vacant, but may well employ Each faculty of sense, and keep the heart Awake to Love and Beauty ! and sometimes 'Tis well to be bereft of promised good, That we may lift the soul, and contemplate With lively joy the joys we cannot share.
Page 83 - Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls! A midnight bell, a parting groan...
Page 340 - That summer, under whose indulgent skies, Upon smooth Quantock's airy ridge we roved Unchecked, or loitered 'mid her sylvan combs, Thou in bewitching words, with happy heart, Didst chaunt the vision of that Ancient Man, The bright-eyed Mariner, and rueful woes Didst utter of the Lady Christabel...
Page 326 - Live in the yellow light, ye distant groves! And kindle, thou blue Ocean! So my friend Struck with deep joy may stand, as I have stood, Silent with swimming sense ; yea, gazing round On the wide landscape, gaze till all doth seem Less gross than bodily ; and of such hues As veil the Almighty Spirit, when yet he makes Spirits perceive his presence.
Page 71 - Low was our pretty Cot: our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and eve, and early morn, The Sea's faint murmur.
Page 332 - This ad captandum merit was however by no means a recommendation of it, according to the severe principles of the new school, which reject rather than court popular effect. Wordsworth, looking out of the low, latticed window, said, " How beautifully the sun sets on that yellow bank!
Page 328 - Here he might lie on fern or withered heath, While from the singing lark (that sings unseen The minstrelsy that solitude loves best) , And from the sun, and from the breezy air, Sweet influences trembled o'er his frame; And he, with many feelings, many thoughts, Made up a meditative joy, and found Religious meanings in the forms of Nature!
Page 331 - Coleridge and myself walked hack to Stowey that evening, and his voice sounded high ' Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fix'd fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute...
Page 340 - As we endeavoured to proceed conjointly (I speak of the same evening), our respective manners proved so widely different, that it would have been quite presumptuous in me to do anything but separate from an undertaking upon which I could only have been a clog. We returned after a few days from a delightful tour, of which I have many pleasant, and some of them droll enough, recollections. We returned by Dulverton to Alfoxden. The "Ancient Mariner...