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Hunt and Lee, comps.  The Book of the Sonnet.  1867.
XI. A Parsonage in Oxfordshire
By William Wordsworth (1770–1850)
WHERE holy ground begins, unhallowed ends,
Is marked by no distinguishable line;
The turf unites, the pathways intertwine;
And, wheresoe’er the stealing footstep tends,
Garden, and that domain where kindred, friends,        5
And neighbors rest together, here confound
Their several features, mingled like the sound
Of many waters, or as evening blends
With shady night. Soft airs from shrub and flower
Waft fragrant greetings to each silent grave;        10
And while those lofty poplars gently wave
Their tops, between them comes and goes a sky
Bright as the glimpses of eternity
To saints accorded in their mortal hour. 1
Note 1. There is great merit in the above as a piece of landscape description, illuminated with a very rich moral light, the imagery of the closing lines especially evincing admirable taste. [back]

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