...living presence of the earth, Surpassing the most f.iir ideal forms Which craft of delicate spirit hast composed From earth's materials, waits upon my steps...; Pitches her tents before me as I move, An hourly neighbor. WORDSWORTH. Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege Through...

...living presence of the earth, Surpassing the most fair ide.il forms Which craft of delicate spirit hast composed From earth's materials, waits upon my steps ; Pitches her tents before tue as I move, An hourly neighbor. WORDSWORTH. Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis...

...my song. — Beauty — a living Presence of the earth, Surpassing the most fair ideal Forms Which craft of delicate Spirits hath composed From earth's...groves Elysian, Fortunate Fields — like those of old Songht in the Atlantic Main — why should they be A history only of departed things, Or a mere fiction...

...insight and not of tradition, and a religion by revelation to us, and not the history of theirs ? " " Paradise, and groves Elysian, Fortunate Fields, —...departed things, Or a mere fiction of what never was ? " "Nature " is a reflective prose poem. It is divided into eight chapters, which might almost as...

...insight and not of tradition, and a religion by revelation to us, and not the history of theirs? " " Paradise, and groves Elysian, Fortunate Fields, —...departed things, Or a mere fiction of what never was ? " " Nature " is a reflective prose poem. It is divided into eight chapters, which might almost as...

...insight and not of tradition, and a religion by revelation to us, and not the history of theirs ? " " Paradise, and groves Elysian, Fortunate Fields, —...departed things, Or a mere fiction of what never was ? " "Nature " is a reflective prose poem. It is divided into eight chapters, which might almost as...

...they wish to tell their truths, and it is. precisely then that they write some of their finest poetry: Paradise, and groves Elysian, Fortunate Fields —...departed things, Or a mere fiction of what never was? The greatest poverty is not to live In a physical world, to feel that one's desire Is too difficult...

...my Song. — Beauty — a living Presence of the earth, Surpassing the most fair ideal Forms Which craft of delicate Spirits hath composed From earth's materials — waits upon my steps; 45 Pitches her tents before me as I move, An hourly neighbour. Paradise, and groves Elysian, Fortunate...

...great flash of vision which is all that is left to us of Wordsworth's Recluse uses the same imagery. Paradise, and groves Elysian, Fortunate Fields —...departed things, Or a mere fiction of what never was ? . . . — I, long before the blissful hour arrives, Would chant, in lonely peace, the spousal verse...

...Paradise, and groves Elysian, Fortunate Fields—like those of old Sought in the Atlantic Main—why should they be A history only of departed things, Or a mere fiction of what never was ? For thé discerning intellect of man, When wedded to this goodly universe In love and holy passion, shall...