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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.

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."1

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. Book vii.

Wisdom married to immortal verse.2

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.

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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 Excursion. Book vii.

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.

By happy chance we saw

A twofold image; on a grassy bank

Book ix.

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. 3 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. II.

Thou hast been called, O sleep! the friend of woe; But 't is the happy that have called thee so.

Ibid.

Canto xv. St. II.

Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue.1

Madoc in Wales. V.

And last of all an Admiral came,

A terrible man with a terrible name,

A name which you all know by sight very well; But which no one can speak, and no one can spell.

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He passed a cottage with a double coach-house, A cottage of gentility;

And he owned with a grin,

That his favourite sin

Is pride that apes humility."

The Satanic school.

The Devil's Walk.

From the Original Preface to the Vision of Judgment.

"But what good came of it at last?”

Quoth little Peterkin.

"Why that I cannot tell," said he ;

"But 't was a famous victory."

The Battle of Blenheim.

Where Washington hath left

His awful memory

A light for after times!

Ode written during the War with America, 1814.

1 Quoted by Byron, p. 489.

2 Cf. Coleridge, The Devil's Thoughts.

[Southey continued.

My days among the Dead are passed;

Around me I behold,

Where'er these casual eyes are cast,

The mighty minds of old;

My never-failing friends are they,
With whom I converse day by day.

Occasional Pieces. xviii.

The march of intellect.1

Colloquies on the Progress and Prospects of Society,
Vol. ii. p. 360. The Doctor, Ch. Extraordinary.

JOSEPH HOPKINSON. 1770-1842.

Hail, Columbia! happy land!

Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band!

Who fought and died in freedom's cause.

WILLIAM PITT.

Hail Columbia.

1840.

A strong nor'-wester's blowing, Bill;
Hark! don't ye hear it roar now!
Lord help 'em, how I pities them
Unhappy folks on shore now!

The Sailor's Consolation.

1 The march of the human mind is slow. - Burke,

Speech on Conciliation with America.

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