|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|William Wordsworth. (17701850) (continued)|
| Mightier far|
Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway
Of magic potent over sun and star,
Is Love, though oft to agony distrest,
And though his favorite seat be feeble womans breast.
| Elysian beauty, melancholy grace,|
Brought from a pensive though a happy place.
| He spake of love, such love as spirits feel|
In worlds whose course is equable and pure;
No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,
The past unsighed for, and the future sure.
| Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there|
In happier beauty; more pellucid streams,
An ampler ether, a diviner air,
And fields invested with purpureal gleams.
| Yet tears to human suffering are due;|
And mortal hopes defeated and oerthrown
Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.
| But shapes that come not at an earthly call|
Will not depart when mortal voices bid.
| But thou that didst appear so fair|
To fond imagination,
Dost rival in the light of day
Her delicate creation.
| Yarrow Visited.|
| T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower|
Of faith, and round the sufferers temples bind
Wreaths that endure afflictions heaviest shower,
And do not shrink from sorrows keenest wind.
| Weak is the Will of Man.|
| We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud|
And magnify thy name Almighty God!
But man is thy most awful instrument
In working out a pure intent.
| Ode. Imagination before Content.|