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Influence of Natural Objects
(William Wordsworth)

Wisdom and Spirit of the universe!
Thou Soul, that art the Eternity of thought!
And giv'st to forms and images a breath
And everlasting motion! not in vain,
By day or star-light, thus from my first dawn
Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me
The passions that build up our human soul;
Not with the mean and vulgar works of Man;
But with high objects, with enduring things,
With life and nature; purifying thus
The elements of feeling and of thought,
And sanctifying by such discipline
Both pain and fear,--until we recognise
A grandeur in the beatings of the heart.
Nor was this fellowship vouchsafed to me
With stinted kindness. In November days,
When vapours rolling down the valleys made
A lonely scene more lonesome; among woods
At noon; and 'mid the calm of summer nights,
When, by the margin of the trembling lake,
Beneath the gloomy hills, homeward I went
In solitude, such intercourse was mine:
Mine was it in the fields both day and night,
And by the waters, all the summer long.
And in the frosty season, when the sun
Was set, and, visible for many a mile,
The cottage-windows through the twilight blazed,
I heeded not the summons: happy time
It was indeed for all of us; for me
It was a time of rapture! Clear and loud
The village-clock tolled six--I wheeled about,
Proud and exulting like an untired horse
That cares not for his home.--All shod with steel
We hissed along the polished ice, in games
Confederate, imitative of the chase
And woodland pleasures,--the resounding horn,
The pack loud-chiming, and the hunted hare.
So through the darkness and the cold we flew,
And not a voice was idle: with the din
Smitten, the precipices rang aloud;
The leafless trees and every icy crag
Tinkled like iron; while far-distant hills
Into the tumult sent an alien sound
Of melancholy, not unnoticed while the stars,
Eastward, were sparkling clear, and in the west
The orange sky of evening died away.
Not seldom from the uproar I retired
Into a silent bay, or sportively
Glanced sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng,
To cut across the reflex of a star;
Image, that, flying still before me, gleamed
Upon the glassy plain: and oftentimes,
When we had given our bodies to the wind,
And all the shadowy banks on either side
Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still
The rapid line of motion, then at once
Have I, reclining back upon my heels,
Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs
Wheeled by me--even as if the earth had rolled
With visible motion her diurnal round!
Behind me did they stretch in solemn train,
Feebler and feebler, and I stood and watched
Till all was tranquil as a summer sea.


Poems/ Poetry / Quotations by William Wordsworth
 Childless Father, The | Composed During a Storm | Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 | Desideria | Elegiac Stanzas Suggested By A Picture Of Peele Castle In A Storm, Painted By Sir George Beaumont | A Narrow Girdle of Rough Stones and Crags, | "She Dwelt Among Untrodden Ways" | She was a phantom of delight | "Surprised by Joy--Impatient as the Wind" | "The World Is Too Much With Us; Late and Soon" | "'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love" | "With Ships the Sea was Sprinkled Far and Nigh," | A Character | A Poet! He Hath Put his Heart to School | A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal | By the Seaside | Daffodils | Goody Blake and Harry Gill | Idiot Boy, The | Inscriptions Written with a Slate Pencil upon a Stone | It is not to be Thought of | Lament Of Mary Queen Of Scots | Laodamia | Lucy Gray | Memory | Mutability | My Heart Leaps Up | O Nightingale! Thou Surely Art | September, 1819 | Ode Composed On A May Morning | On the Departure of Sir Walter Scott from Abbotsford | On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic | Peter Bell, A Tale | Reverie of Poor Susan, The | Rural Architecture | Russian Fugitive, The | Ruth | Solitary Reaper, The | Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle upon the Restoration of Lord Clifford, the Shepherd, to the Estates and Honours of his Ancestors | Song For The Wandering Jew | Sparrow's Nest, The | Surprised by Joy | French Revolution as it appeared to Enthusiasts, The | Power of Armies Is a Visible Thing, The | Prelude, The - (Book 1) | Prelude, The - (Book 4) | Reaper, The | 'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love | There is an Eminence of these our hills | Wishing Gate, The | Seven Sisters, The (OR Solitude of Binnorie, The) | Sonnet, The (ii) | Shepherd Looking Eastward Softly Said, The | To A Butterfly (second poem) | To M.H. | To May | To The Daisy (second poem) | To The Daisy (third poem) | Two April Mornings, The | We are Seven | With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st the Sky | With ships the sea was sprinkled | Written in Early Spring | Written in Germany, On One of The Coldest Days Of The Century | Written in March | Written With a Pencil Upon a Stone In The Wall of The House, On The Island at Grasmere | Yarrow Unvisited | Yarrow Visited |


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