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And still new beauties meet his lonely walk,
And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze
Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes
The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain
From all the tenants of the warbling shade
Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake
Fresh pleasure, unreproved. Nor thence partakes
Fresh pleasure only for the attentive mind,
By this harmonious action on her powers,
Becomes herself harmonious : wont so oft
In outward things to meditate the charm
Of sacred order, soon she seeks at home
To find a kindred order, to exert
Within herself this elegance of love,
This fair inspired delight: her temper'd powers
Refine at length, and every passion wears
A chaster, milder, more attractive mien.
But if to ampler prospects, if to gaze
On Nature's form, where, negligent of all
These lesser graces, she assumes the port
Of that eternal majesty that weigh'd
The world's foundations ; if to these the mind
Exalts her daring eye; then mightier far
Will be the change, and nobler. Would the forms
Of servile custom cramp her generous power;
Would sordid policies, the barbarous growth
Of ignorance and rapine, bow her down
To tame pursuits, to indolence and fear ?
Lo! she appeals to Nature, to the winds
And rolling waves, the sun's unwearied course,
The elements and seasons : all declare
For what the eternal Maker has ordain'd
The powers of man ; we feel within ourselves
His energy divine : he tells the heart,
He meant, he made us to behold and love
What He beholds and loves, the general orb
Of life and being ; to be great like Him,
Beneficent and active. Thus the men
Whom Nature's works can charm, with God himself
Hold converse : grow familiar day by day
With his conceptions, act upon his plan,
And form to his the relish of their souls.

AKENSIDE.

Permanence of Beauty. It THING of beauty is a joy for ever; As loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing, Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darken'd ways Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep; and such are daffodils, With the green world they live in ; and clear rills, That for themselves a cooling covert make 'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms : And such is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead; All lovely tales that we have heard or read : An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

Nor do we merely feel these essences
For one short hour; no, even as the trees
That whisper round a temple become soon
Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon,
The passion poesy, glories infinite,
Haunt us till they become a cheering light
Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast,
That, whether there be shine, or gloom o'ercast,
They always must be with us, or we die.

REATS.

Cloudland,
OA! it is pleasant with a heart at ease,

Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies,
To make the shining clouds be what you please,

Or let the easily persuaded eyes
Own each quaint likeness, issuing from the mould

Of a friend's fancy; or with head bent low, And cheek aslant, see rivers flow of gold

'Twixt crimson banks; and then, a traveller, go From mount to mount through Cloudland, gorgeous

land ! Or listening to the tide with closed sight, Be that blind bard who, on the Chian strand,

By those deep sounds possess'd with inward light, Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssee Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.

COLERIDGE.

Fancy.
() sweet Fancy ! let her loose ;
Summer's joys are spoilt by use,
And the enjoying of the Spring
Fades as does its blossoming :
Autumn's red-lipp'd fruitage too,
Blushing through the mists and dew,
Cloys with tasting: What do then ?
Sit thee by the ingle, when
The sear fagot blazes bright,
Spirit of a winter's night;
When the soundless earth is muffled,
And the caked snow is shuffled
From the ploughboy's heavy shoon;
When the Night doth meet the Noon
In a dark conspiracy
To banish Even from her sky.
Sit thee there, and send abroad,
With a mind self-overawed,
Fancy, high commission'd :-send her!

She has vassals to attend her :
She will bring, in spite of frost,
Beauties that the earth hath lost;
She will bring thee, all together,
All delights of summer weather ;
All the buds and bells of May,
From dewy sward or thorny spray;
All the heaped Autumn's wealth,
With a still mysterious stealth;
She will mix these pleasures up
Like three fit wines in a cup,
And thou shalt quaff it :-thou shalt hear
Distant harvest-carols clear ;
Rustle of the reaped corn ;
Sweet birds antheming the morn :
And, in the same moment-hark !
'Tis the early April lark,
Or the rooks, with busy caw,
Foraging for sticks and straw.
Thou shalt, at one glance, behold
The daisy and the marigold ;
White-plumed lilies, and the first
Hedge-grown primrose that hath burst;
Shaded hyacinth, alway
Sapphire queen of the mid-May,
And every leaf, and every flower
Pearl'd with the self-same shower.
Thou shalt see the field-mouse peep
Meagre from its cellèd sleep ;
And the snake all winter-thin
Cast on sunny bank its skin;
Freckled nest-eggs thou shalt see
Hatching in the hawthorn-tree,
When the hen-bird's wing doth rest
Quiet on her mossy nest;
Then the hurry and alarm
When the bee-hive casts its swarm ;
Acorns ripe down-pattering,
While the Autumn breezes sing.

KEATS.

The Ancient Mariner.

PART I.

It is an ancient Mariner,

And he stoppeth one of three. “By thy long gray-beard and glittering eye,

Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?
« The bridegroom's doors are open wide,

And I am next of kin ;
The guests are met, the feast is set :

May'st hear the merry din.”
He holds him with his skinny hand,

“There was a ship," quoth he. “Hold off! unhand me, gray-beard loon!"

Eftsoons his hand dropt he.

He holds him with his glittering eye

The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three-years' child :

The Mariner hath his will.

The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone :

He cannot choose but hear;
And thus spake on that ancient man,

The bright-eyed Mariner. “ The ship was cheer'd, the harbour clear'd,

Merrily did we drop
Below the kirk, below the hill,

Below the light-house top.

“The sun came up upon the left,

Out of the sea came he!
And he shone bright, and on the right

Went down into the sea.

“ Higher and higher every day,

Till over the mast at noon”.
The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast,

For he heard the loud bassoon.

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