Fallings from us, vanishings;

Blank misgivings of a Creature

Moving about in worlds not realized,

High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised.

Ode. Intimations of Immortality. St. 9.

Truths that wake,

To perish never.

Though inland far we be,

Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither.

In years that bring the philosophic mind.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid. St. 10.

The Clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Ibid. St. 11.

The vision and the faculty divine;
Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse.

The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way!1

Society became my glittering bride,
And airy hopes my children.

There is a luxury in self-dispraise;
And inward self-disparagement affords
To meditative spleen a grateful feast.

Pan himself,

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid. Book iv.

The simple shepherd's awe-inspiring god!

I have seen

Ibid.

A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract
Of inland ground, applying to his ear
The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell;
To which, in silence hushed, his very soul

1 Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on, Through words and things, a dim and perilous way. The Borderers, Act iv. Sc. 2.

""remember it, august airdes

And murmurs as the occan murmurs there"

Listened intensely; and his countenance soon
Brightened with joy; for from within were heard
Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed
Mysterious union with its native sea.

x

The Excursion. Book vi.

One in whom persuasion and belief

Had ripened into faith, and faith become
A passionate intuition..

Ibid.

Spires whose "silent finger points to heaven."

Ibid. Book vi.

Ah! what a warning for a thoughtless man,
Could field or grove, could any spot of earth,
Show to his eye an image of the pangs
Which it hath witnessed; render back an echo
Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod !

Ibid. Book vi.

And, when the stream

Which overflowed the soul was passed away,
A consciousness remained that it had left,
Deposited upon the silent shore

Of memory, images and precious thoughts
That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.

Ibid.

Wisdom married to immortal verse."

Book vii.

Ibid.

1 An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches in flat countries with spire-steeples, which, as they cannot be referred to any other object, point as with silent finger to the sky and stars. Coleridge, The Friend, No. 14

2 Lap me in soft Lydian airs,

Married to immortal verse.

Milton, L'Allegro.

A Man he seems of cheerful yesterdays
And confident to-morrows.

The primal duties shine aloft, like stars;
The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless,
Are scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers.

Ibid. Book ix.

By happy chance we saw

A twofold image; on a grassy bank

A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood
Another and the same!1

Ibid.

Another morn

Risen on mid-noon.2

The Prelude. Book vi.

Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,

But to be young was very Heaven!

Ibid. Book xi.

The budding rose above the rose full blown.

And thou art long, and lank, and brown,
As is the ribbed sea sand.

And listens like a three years' child.

Ibid.

Lines added to the Ancient Mariner.3

1 Mounts from her funeral pyre on wings of flame. And soars and shines another and the same.

Darwin, The Botanic Garden. An equivalent of the Latin phrase "alter et idem," Joseph Hall's Mundus alter et idem, published circa 1600. 2 Verbatim from Paradise Lost, Book v. Line 310.

Wordsworth, in his notes to We are Seven, claims to have written these lines in the Ancient Mariner.

ROBERT SOUTHEY.

How beautiful is night!

1774-1843

A dewy freshness fills the silent air;
No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain,
Breaks the serene of heaven:

In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine
Rolls through the dark-blue depths.
Beneath her steady ray

The desert-circle spreads,

Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky.
How beautiful is night!

They sin who tell us Love can die :

With Life all other passions fly,

All others are but vanity.

Thalaba.

The Curse of Kehama. Canto x. St. 10.

Love is indestructible:

Its holy flame for ever burneth ;

From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth;

It soweth here with toil and care, But the harvest-time of Love is there.

Ibid.

Oh! when a Mother meets on high
The Babe she lost in infancy,
Hath she not then, for pains and fears,
The day of woe, the watchful night,
For all her sorrow, all her tears,

An over-payment of delight?

Ibid. Canto x. St. 11.