...no dawn; Or dim suffusion veiled. Yet not the more So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Cease I to wander, where the muses haunt Clear spring,...Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, Nightly I visit: nor sometimes forget That wash thy hallowed...

...upward towards the throne radiant with glory and with Deity. Though he ceased not, in his own words, ' to wander where the muses haunt, Clear spring or shady...or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song,' yet to this his ' Ionian Mount,' he preferred Sion hill ; to Castalia, Hippocrenex and Aganippe, '...

...neither marked as quotations nor printed as poetry. The reader will easily recollect the following : — he remainder of his punishment ; and if resentment still prevails, make it (what it should have been Par. Lai, Book Hi. Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the mom,...

...ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quench 'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses...haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Sinit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash...

...ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs,. Or dim suffusion veiled. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses...Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit:...

...he is conscious of following in the steps of Milton, who in his own invocation to his Muse declares: Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses...or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song. So Wordsworth, preparing himself like Milton for his task, reminds us of the last lines of Paradise...

...piercing ray, and find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quencht thir Orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses...Smit with the love of sacred Song; but chief Thee Sion and the flow'ry Brooks beneath That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit:...

...18. Magdalo By jointure (the estate given to a wife in lieu of her dower) Mary is called 'Magdalene'. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses...haunt Clear Spring, or shady Grove, or Sunny Hill. 20. sonnets short lyrics, not necessarily, as here, poems fourteen lines in length. 21. beat passion....

...his blindness, but his only persistent action is to wander in search of an agency outside himself: Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses...grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song . . . (III. 26-29) And if the poet's thoughts are at one point said to be voluntary — "thoughts,...

...be Milton's Chapman's Homer: So thick a drop serene hath quencht thir Orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses...Smit with the love of sacred Song; but chief Thee Sion and the flowr'y brooks beneath That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit:...