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Nor wanted, when their fortitude had held
It is no Spirit who from Heaven hath flown
And is descending on his embassy;
Nor Traveller gone from Earth the Heavens to espy! 'Tis 'Hesperus-there he stands with glittering
it is broad day-light!
First admonition that the sun is down,
O most ambitious Star! thy Presence brought
Of the distinguished few among mankind,
- that even I might one day trace Some ground not mine; and, strong her strength
My Soul, an Apparition in the place,
Tread there, with steps that no one shall reprove!
THE PASS OF KIRKSTONE.
WITHIN the mind strong fancies work,
Of these fraternal hills:
Where, save the rugged road, we find
Nor hint of man, if stone or rock
Seem not his handy-work to mock
By something cognizably shaped;
And left as if by earthquake strewn,
Ye plough-shares sparkling on the slopes!
Ye snow-white lambs that trip
Imprisoned 'mid the formal props
Ye trees, that may to-morrow fall
Lawns, houses, chattels, groves, and fields,
O care! O guilt! - O vales and plains,
At once all memory of You,
Most potent when mists veil the sky,
Mists that distort and magnify;
While the coarse rushes, to the sweeping breeze,
List to those shriller notes!
Gives to the savage Pass its name.
Be thankful, even though tired and faint,
and yon, whose Church-like frame