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Of the old Sea some reverential fear,
With Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh,
I s look; 10
stir: On went She, and due north her journey took.
1806. (?) XXXIII. The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; 5 The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune; It moves us not. --Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; 10 So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
A VOLANT Tribe of Bards on earth are found, Who, while the flattering Zephyrs round them
play, On “coignes of vantage" hang their nests of
XXXV. “ WEAK is the will of Man, his judgment blind; Remembrance persecutes, and Hope betrays; Heavy is woe;—and joy, for human-kind, A mournful thing, so transient is the blaze!” Thus might he paint our lot of mortal days 5 Who wants the glorious faculty assigned To elevate the more-than-reasoning Mind, And colour life's dark cloud with orient rays. Imagination is that sacred power, Imagination lofty and refined:
10 'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of Faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.
TO THE MEMORY OF RAISLEY CALVERT.
1806. )?) PART II.
SCORN not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned,
How sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks
banks,When she stands cresting the Clown's head,
and mocks The crowd beneath her. Verily I think, Such place to me is sometimes like a dream 10 Or map of the whole world: thoughts,link by link, Enterthrough ears and eyesight, with such gleam Of all things, that at last in fear I shrink, And leap at once from the delicious stream.
TO B. R. HAYDON. High is our calling, Friend !-Creative Art (Whether the instrument of words she use, Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues,) Demands the service of a mind and heart, Though sensitive, yet, in their weakest part, 5 Heroically fashioned -to infuse Faith in the whispers of the lonely Muse, While the whole world seems adverse to desert. And, oh! when Nature sinks, as oft she may, Through long-lived pressure of obscure distress, Still to be strenuous for the bright reward, II And in the soul admit of no decay, Brook no continuance of weak-mindednessGreat is the glory, for the strife is hard !
From the dark chambers of dejection freed,
FAIR Prime of life! were it enough to gild
tilled Gathering green weeds to mix with poppy
flower, Thee might thy Minions crown, and chant thy
power, Unpitied by the wise, all censure stilled. Ah! show that worthier honours are thy due; Fair Prime of life! arouse the deeper heart; 10 Confirm the Spirit glorying to pursue Some path of steep ascent and lofty aim ; And, if there be a joy that slights the claim Of grateful memory, bid that joy depart.
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