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...joy ! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive. Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast ; Not for thee I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward...

...! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed, Perpetual benediction: not indeed, SELECTIONS. — MEDIAN STRESS. 259 For that which is most worthy to be blest ; Delight and liberty,...

...that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ! C24 CEFULLY CURLED. I things, Fallings from us, vauishings, Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized,...

...same derivational or inflectional ending on different words.' He gives the following as an example: - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for these obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings, Blank misgivings...

...inevitable yoke, (1. 121—124) 79 O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, (1. 129-130) 80 Utopia, — subterranean Fields,— Or — (1. 133-138) 81 Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain...

...joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual...With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: 140 Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense...

...that in our embers 130 Is something that doth live. That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual...fluttering in his breast: — Not for these I raise 140 The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things,...

...Sonnets (1 633). Repr. in Complete Poetry and Selected Prose, ed. )ohn Hayward (1 929). Closing lines. 2 The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, (1770-1850) British poet. "Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early...

...Internet — to share the excitement. e-mail: john@terninko.com web page: http://www.mv.net/ipusers/rm. "Not for these I raise the song of thanks and praise;...those obstinate questionings of sense and outward things ..." — William Wordsworth from "Intimations of Immortality," 1807 Appendix A The Application...