...unfathomable mystery which somehow doubles as a source of clarity: "Those shadowy recollections, /Which, be they what they may, /Are yet the fountain light of all our day, /Are yet a master light of all our seeing." Our understanding of such capacities is limited and mediated,...

...new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: — (1. 133-138) 81 Those shadowy recollections, Which, be o thousands upon thousands of her sons, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; (1. 149—152) 82 Hence in a season of calm weather Though...

...guilty Thing surprised: But for those first affections, 150 Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years...

...guilty Thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, 150 Which, be they what they may. Are yet the fountain light of all our day. Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years...

...Immortality' Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; Lj Ԙ faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. 12814 'Ode. Intimatlons of...

...like a guilty Thing surprised; But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years...

...veil with YEARS which oblivion has covered the past. Shadowy as are these recollections, which, be they what they may Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing,9 they are doubly precious from their association with men...

...like a guilty Thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day; Are yet a master light of all our seeing . . . (142—53) Far more than a mere rhetorical flourish,...

...hidden marker within and that its echo can always return upon us: Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day. Are yet a master light of all our seeing. (153-6) Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of...

...like a guilty thing surprised ! But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us — cherish — and have power to make Our noisy...