And let there glide by many a pearly car, Let me write down a line of glorious tone, IX. ADDRESSED TO HAYDON. HIGH-MINDEDNESSfor the great man's fame, IGH-MINDEDNESS, a jealousy for good, Dwells here and there with people of no name, A money-mong'ring, pitiable brood. GR x. ADDRESSED TO THE SAME. REAT spirits now on earth are sojourning; He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake, Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing: He of the rose, the violet, the spring, The social smile, the chain for Freedom's sake: And lo!-whose steadfastness would never take A meaner sound than Raphael's whispering. And other spirits there are standing apart Upon the forehead of the age to come; These, these will give the world another heart, And other pulses. Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings? Listen awhile, ye nations, and be dumb. XI. ON THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET. HE poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; That is the Grasshopper's-he takes the lead In summer luxury-he has never done With his delights; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. The poetry of earth is ceasing never: On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence, from the stove there The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever, G XII. TO KOSCIUSKO. OOD Kosciusko, thy great name alone Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling; It comes upon us like the glorious pealing Of the wide spheres-an everlasting tone. And now it tells me, that in worlds unknown, The name of heroes, burst from clouds concealing, And changed to harmonies, for ever stealing Through cloudless blue, and round each silver throne. It tells me too, that on a happy day, When some good spirit walks upon the earth, HA XIII. APPY is England! I could be content And half forget what world or worlding meant. Enough their whitest arms in silence clinging: Yet do I often warmly burn to see Beauties of deeper glance, and hear their singing, And float with them about the summer waters. XIV. ON THE ELGIN MARBLES. MY Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, spirit too weak; mortality And each imagined pinnacle and steep That I have not the cloudy winds to keep Bring round the heart an indescribable feud; So do these wonders a most dizzy pain, XV. ENCLOSING THE PRECEDING SONNET. Definitely of these mighty things; Forgive me, that I have not eagle's wings, That what I want I know not where to seek. And think that I would not be over-meek, In rolling out upfollowed thunderings, Even to the steep of Heliconian springs, Were I of ample strength for such a freak. Think too, that all these numbers should be thine; Whose else? In this who touch thy vesture's hem? For, when men stared at what was most divine With brainless idiotism and o'erwise phlegm, Thou hadst beheld the full Hesperian shine Of their star in the east, and gone to worship them |