The Enfolded Prelude: Book Third

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Book Third

Residence at Cambridge

    It was a dreary morning when the chaisewheels
    Rolled over the flat plains of Huntingdona wide plain o' erhung with clouds,
    And through the open windows nothing cheered our way till first I we saw
    The long-backed long-roofed chapel of King's College rearlift
    His Turrets and pinnacles in answering files,
    Extended high
above the a dusky groves.grove.
    Soon afterwards Advancing, we espied upon the road
    A student clothed in gown and tasselled cap;cap,
    Striding along as if o'ertasked by Time,
    Or covetous of exercise and air;
He passed nor was I master of my eyes
    Till he was left a hundred yards an arrow's flight behind.
    The place as we approached seemed more As near and morenearer to the spot we drew,
    To have It seemed to suck us in with an eddy's force, and sucked us in
    More eagerly at every step we took.
    Onward we drove beneath the castle, downCastle; caught,
    By While crossing Magdalene Bridge we went and crossed the Cam,Bridge, a glimpse of Cam;
    And at the Hoop we landed, "Hoop" alighted, famous inn.Inn.
    My spirit was up, my thoughts were full of hope;
    Some friends I had had, acquaintances who there
    Seemed friends friends, poor simple schoolboys schoolboys, now hung round
    With honour and importance. In importance: in a world
    Of welcome faces up and down I rovedroved;
    Questions, directions, counsel warnings and adviceadvice,
    Flowed in upon me me, from all sides. Fresh sides; fresh day
    Of pride and pleasure: pleasure! to myself I seemed
    A man of business and expense, and went
    From shop to shop about my own affairs,
    To tutors Tutor or to tailors Tailor, as befel,befell,
    From street to street with loose and careless heart.mind.
    I was the dreamer, Dreamer, they the dream; Dream; I roamed
    Delighted through the motley spectacle:spectacle;
    Gowns grave grave, or gaudy, doctors, students, streets,
    Lamps, gateways, Courts, cloisters, flocks of churches, courts and towers—
    Strange transformation for a mountain youth,
    A northern villager.
gateways, towers:
    Migration strange for a stripling of the hills,
    A northern villager.
As if by wordthe change
    Of magic or Had waited on some fairy's power, Fairy's wand, at once
    Behold me rich in monies monies, and attired
    In splendid clothes, garb, with hose of silk, and hair
    Glittering Powdered like rimy trees trees, when frost is keen—
    My lordly dressing-gown, I pass it by,
    With other signs of manhood which supplied
    The lack of beard.
    My lordly dressing-gown, I pass it by,
    With other signs of manhood that supplied
The lack of beard. The weeks went roundly on,
    With invitations, suppers, wine, wine and fruit,
    Smooth housekeeping within, and all without
    Liberal Liberal, and suiting gentleman's array.
    The Evangelist St. John my patron was;was:
    Three gloomy Gothic courts are his, and in the first
    Was my abiding-place, a nook obscure.obscure;
    Right underneath, the college College kitchens made
    A humming sound, less tuneable than beesbees,
    But hardly less industrious; with shrill notes
    Of sharp command and scolding intermixed.
    Near me was hung Trinity's loquacious clockclock,
    Who never let the quarters, night or day,
    Slip by him unproclaimed, and told the hours
    Twice over with a male and female voice.
    Her pealing organ was my neighbour too;
    And from my bedroom I in moonlight nightspillow, looking forth by light
    Could see right opposite, a few yards off,Of moon or favouring stars, I could behold
    The antechapel, antechapel where the statue stood
    Of Newton with his prism and silent face.face,
    The marble index of a mind for ever
    Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
Of college College labours, of the lecturer's Lecturer's room
    All studded round, as thick as chairs could stand,
    With loyal students students, faithful to their books,
    Half-and-half idlers, hardy recusants,
    And honest dunces; dunces of important days,
    Examinations, when the man was weighed
    As in the balance a balance! of excessive hopes,
    Tremblings withal and commendable fears,
    Small jealousies jealousies, and triumphs good or bad
    I make short mention. Things they were which then
    I did not love, nor do I love them now:

    Let others that know more speak as they know.

    Such glory was but little sought by me,
    And little won. But it is right to say
    That even so early,
Yet from the first crude days
    Of settling-time settling time in this my new untried abode,
    Not seldom I had melancholy thoughts
    From personal and family regards,
was disturbed at times by prudent thoughts,
    Wishing to hope without a hope hope, some fears
    About my future worldly maintenance,
    And, more than all, a strangeness in my the mind,
    A feeling that I was not for that hourhour,
    Nor for that place. But wherefore be cast down,
    Why should I grieve? I was a chosen son.
    For hither I had come with holy powers
    And faculties, whether
(not to work or feel:
    To apprehend all passions and all moods
    Which time, and place,
speak of Reason and season do impressher pure
    Upon Reflective acts to fix the visible universe, and workmoral law
    Like changes there by force Deep in the conscience, nor of my own mind.Christian Hope,
    I was a freeman, in the purest senseBowing her head before her sister Faith
    Was free, and to majestic ends was strong—
    I do not speak of learning, moral truth,
    Or understanding 'twas enough for me
    To know that I was otherwise endowed.
As one far mightier), hither I had come,
    When the first glitter of the show was passed,Bear witness Truth, endowed with holy powers
    And the first dazzle of the taper-light,faculties, whether to work or feel.
    As if with a rebound my mind returnedOft when the dazzling show no longer new
    Into its former self. Oft Had ceased to dazzle, ofttimes did I leavequit
    My comrades, and leave the crowd, buildings and groves,
    And walked along the fields, as I paced alone the level fields,
    With heaven's blue concave reared above my head.
    And now it was that through such change entire,
    And this first absence Far from those shapes lovely sights and sounds sublime
    Wherewith With which I had been conversant, my the mind
    Seemed busier in itself than heretofore—
    At least I more directly recognised
    My powers and habits. Let
Drooped not; but there into herself returning,
    With prompt rebound seemed fresh as heretofore.
    At least I more distinctly recognised
    Her native instincts: let
me dare to speak
    A higher language, say that now I felt
    The strength and consolation which What independent solaces were mine.mine,
    To mitigate the injurious sway of place
    Or circumstance, how far soever changed
    In youth, or 'to' be changed in after years.
As if awakened, summoned, rouzed, sununoned, roused, constrained,
    I looked for universal things, things; perused
    The common countenance of earth and heaven,sky:
    And, Earth, nowhere unembellished by some trace
    Of that first Paradise whence man was driven;
    And sky, whose beauty and bounty are expressed
    By the proud name she bears the name of Heaven.
    I called on both to teach me what they might;
turning the mind in upon itself,herself,
    Pored, watched, expected, listened, spread my thoughts,thoughts
    And spread them with a wider creeping, creeping; felt
    Incumbencies more awful, visitings
    Of the upholder, Upholder of the tranquil soul,
    Which underneath all passion lives secureThat tolerates the indignities of Time,
    A steadfast life. And, from the centre of Eternity
    All finite motions overruling, lives
    In glory immutable.
But peace, it is peace! enough
    To notice Here to record that I was ascending mounting now
    To such community with highest truth.
    A track pursuing not untrod before,
    From deep analogies by thought supplied,
    Or consciousnesses not to be subdued,
    A track pursuing, not untrod before,
    From strict analogies by thought supplied
    Or consciousnesses not to be subdued.

    To every natural form, rock, fruit fruits, or flower,
    Even the loose stones that cover the highway,
    I gave a moral life life: I saw them feel,
    Or linked them to some feeling. The feeling: the great mass
    Lay bedded in a quickening soul, and all
    That I beheld respired with inward meaning.
    Thus much for the one presence, and the life
    Of the great whole; suffice it here to add
    That whatsoe'er
Add that whate'er of terror, Terror or of love,Love
    Or beauty, Beauty, Nature's daily face put on
    From transitory passion, unto this
    I was as wakeful even sensitive as waters are
    To the sky's motion, influence in a kindred sensemood
    Of passion passion; was obedient as a lute
    That waits upon the touches of the wind.
    So it was with me in my solitude:
    So often among multitudes of men.
Unknown, unthought of, yet I was most rich,rich—
    I had a world about me 'twas my own;
    I made it, for it only lived to me,
    And to the God who sees into the heart.

    I had a world about me 'twas my own,Such sympathies, though rarely, were betrayed
    I made it; for By outward gestures and by visible looks:
    Some called
it only lived to me,madness so indeed it was,
    And to the God who looked into my mind.If child-like fruitfulness in passing joy,
    Such sympathies would sometimes shew themselvesIf steady moods of thoughtfulness matured
    To inspiration, sort with such a name;
    If prophecy be madness; if things viewed
By outward gestures poets in old time, and by visible looks—
    Some called it madness; such indeed it was,
    If childlike fruitfulness in passing joy,
    If steady moods of thoughtfulness matured
    To inspiration, sort with such a name;
    If prophesy be madness, if things viewed
    By poets of old time, and higher up
    By the first men, earth's first inhabitants,
    May in these tutored days no more be seen
    With undisordered sight.
higher up
    By the first men, earth's first inhabitants,
    May in these tutored days no more be seen
    With undisordered sight.
But leaving this,
    It was no madness, for I had an the bodily eye
    Which in Amid my strongest workings evermore
    Was looking for searching out the shades lines of difference
    As they lie hid in all exterior external forms,
    Near or remote, minute or vast vast; an eye
    Which Which, from a stone, a tree, a stone, a withered leaf,
    To the broad ocean and the azure heavens
    Spangled with kindred multitudes of stars,
    Could find no surface where its power might sleep,sleep;
    Which spake perpetual logic to my soul,
    And by an unrelenting agency
    Did bind my feelings even as in a chain.
    And here, O friend, Friend! have I retraced my life
    Up to an eminence, and told a tale
    Of matters which not falsely I may callbe called
    The glory of my youth. Of genius, power,
    Creation, Creation and divinity itself,itself
    I have been speaking, for my theme has been
    What passed within me. Not of outward things
    Done visibly for other minds minds, words, signs,
    Symbols or actions actions, but of my own heart
    Have I been speaking, and my youthful mind.
    O heavens, Heavens! how awful is the might of souls,
    And what they do within themselves while yet
    The yoke of earth is new to them, the world
    Nothing but a wild field where they were sown.
    This is is, in truth truth, heroic argument,
    And This genuine prowess prowess, which I wished to touch,touch
    With hand however weak weak, but in the main
    It lies far hidden from the reach of words.
    Points have we all of us within our souls
    Where all stand single; this I feel, and make
    Breathings for incommunicable powers.powers;
    Yet each man But is not each a memory to himself,
    And, therefore, now that I we must quit this theme,
    I am not heartless; heartless, for there's not a man
    That lives who hath not had known his god-like hours,
    And knows feels not what majestic sway an empire we haveinherit
    As natural beings in the strength of Nature.
    Enough, No more: for now into a populous plain
    We must descend. A traveller Traveller I am,
    And all my Whose tale is only of myself himself; even so—
    So be it, if the pure in heart delight
    To follow me, and thou, O honoured friend,
    Who in my thoughts art ever at my side,
    Uphold as heretofore my fainting steps.
    So be it, if the pure of heart be prompt
    To follow, and if thou, my honoured Friend!
    Who in these thoughts art ever at my side,
    Support, as heretofore, my fainting steps.
It hath been told already how my sighttold, that when the first delight
    Was dazzled by the That flashed upon me from this novel show, and howshow
    Erelong I did Had failed, the mind returned into myself return.herself;
    So did it seem, and so in truth Yet true it was—
    Yet this was but short-lived. Thereafter came
    Observance less devout:
is, that I had made a change
    In climate, and my nature's outward coat
    Changed also, also slowly and insensibly.
    To Full oft the deep quiet and majestic exalted thoughts
    Of loneliness succeeded gave way to empty noise
    And superficial pastimes, pastimes; now and then
    Forced labour, and more frequently forced hopes,hopes;
    And, worse than worst of all, a treasonable growth
    Of indecisive judgements judgments, that impaired
    And shook the mind's simplicity. And yet
    This was a gladsome time. Could I behold—
    Who less insensible than sodden clay
    On a sea-river's bed at ebb of tide
    Could have beheld with undelighted heart
    so many happy youths, so wide and fair
    A congregation in its budding-time
    Of health, and hope, and beauty, all at once
    So many divers samples of the growth
    Of life's sweet season, could have seen unmoved
    That miscellaneous garland of wild flowers
    Upon the matron temples of a place
    So famous through the world? To me at least
    It was a goodly prospect; for, through youth,
    Though I had been trained up to stand unpropped,
    And independent musings pleased me so
    That spells seemed on me when I was alone,
    Yet could I only cleave to solitude
    In lonesome places if a throng was near
    That way I leaned by nature, for my heart
    Was social and loved idleness and joy.
    Who, less insensible than sodden clay
    In a sea-river's bed at ebb of tide,
    Could have beheld, with undelighted heart,
    So many happy youths, so wide and fair
    A congregation in its budding-time
    Of health, and hope, and beauty, all at once
    So many divers samples from the growth
    Of life's sweet season could have seen unmoved
    That miscellaneous garland of wild flowers
    Decking the matron temples of a place
    So famous through the world? To me, at least,
    It was a goodly prospect: for, in sooth,
    Though I had learnt betimes to stand unpropped,
    And independent musings pleased me so
    That spells seemed on me when I was alone,
    Yet could I only cleave to solitude
    In lonely places; if a throng was near
    That way I leaned by nature; for my heart
    Was social, and loved idleness and joy.
Not seeking those who might participate
    My deeper pleasures nay, (nay, I had not once,
    Though not unused to mutter lonesome songs,
    Even with myself divided such delight,
    Or looked that way for aught that might be clothed
    In human language language), easily I passed
    From the remembrances of better things,
    And slipped into the weekday works of youth,ordinary works
    Unburthened, unalarmed, and unprofaned.Of careless youth, unburthened, unalarmed.
    Caverns 'Caverns' there were within my mind which sun
    Could never penetrate, yet did there not
    Want store of leafy arbours 'arbours' where the light
    Might enter in at will. Companionships,
    Friendships, acquaintances, were welcome all;all.
    We sauntered, played, we rioted, or rioted; we talked
    Unprofitable talk at morning hours,hours;
    Drifted about along the streets and walks,
    Read lazily in lazy trivial books, went forth
    To gallop through the country in blind zeal
    Of senseless horsemanship, or on the breast
    Of Cam sailed boisterously, and let the stars
    Come out, forth, perhaps without one quiet thought.
    Such was the tenor of the opening second act
    In this new life. Imagination slept,
    And yet not utterly: utterly. I could not print
    Ground where the grass had yielded to the steps
    Of generations of illustrious men,
    Unmoved; Unmoved. I could not always lightly pass
    Through the same gateways, sleep where they had slept,
    Wake where they waked, range that enclosure inclosure old,
    That garden of great intellects, undisturbed.
    Place also by the side of this dark sense
    Of nobler noble feeling, that those spiritual men,
    Even the great Newton's own etherial ethereal self,
    Seemed humbled in these precincts, precincts thence to be
    The more beloved, invested here with tasksendeared. Their several memories here
    Of life's plain business, as a (Even like their persons in their portraits clothed
    With the accustomed garb of
daily garb.—
    Dictators at the plough a change that left
    All genuine admiration unimpaired.
    Put on a lowly and a touching grace
    Of more distinct humanity, that left
    All genuine admiration unimpaired.
Beside the pleasant mills Mill of Trompington
    I laughed with Chaucer; Chaucer in the hawthorn shadeshade;
    Heard him, while birds were warbling, tell his tales
    Of amorous passion. And that gentle bardBard,
    Chosen by the Muses for their Page of State,
    Sweet Spencer, moving through his clouded heaven
    With the moon's beauty and the moon's soft pace—
    I called him brother, Englishman, and friend.
    Yea, our blind poet, who, in his later day
    Stood almost single, uttering odious truth,
    Darkness before, and danger's voice behind—
    Soul awful, if the earth hath ever lodged
    An awful soul I seemed to see him here
    Familiarly, and in his scholar's dress
    Bounding before me, yet a stripling youth,
    A boy, no better, with his rosy cheeks
    Angelical, keen eye, courageous look,
    And conscious step of purity and pride.
    Sweet Spenser, moving through his clouded heaven
    With the moon's beauty and the moon's soft pace,
    I called him Brother, Englishman, and Friend!
    Yea, our blind Poet, who in his later day,
    Stood almost single; uttering odious truth—
    Darkness before, and danger's voice behind,
    Soul awful if the earth has ever lodged
    An awful soul I seemed to see him here
    Familiarly, and in his scholar's dress
    Bounding before me, yet a stripling youth—
    A boy, no better, with his rosy cheeks
    Angelical, keen eye, courageous look,
    And conscious step of purity and pride.

    Among the band of my compeers was one,one
    My class-fellow at school, whose Whom chance it was
    To lodge
had stationed in the apartments which had beenvery room
    Time out of mind honored Honoured by Milton's name—
    The very shell reputed of the abode
    Which he had tenanted.
name. O Temperate bard!temperate Bard!
    One afternoon, Be it confest that, for the first time I set foottime, seated
    In this they Within thy innocent nest lodge and oratory,
    Seated with others in One of a festive ring
    Of commonplace convention,
circle, I to theepoured out
    Poured out libations, Libations, to thy memory drankdrank, till pride
    Within my private thoughts, till my brain reeled,And gratitude grew dizzy in a brain
    Never so clouded excited by the fumes of wine
    Before that hour, or since. Thence, Then, forth I ran
    From that assembly, the assembly; through a length of streetsstreets,
    Ran ostrich-like Ran, ostrich-like, to reach our chapel door
    In not a desperate or opprobrious time,
    Albeit long after the importunate bell
    Had stopped, with wearisome Cassandra voice
    No longer haunting the dark winter night.
    Call back, O friend, Friend! a moment to thy mindmind,
    The place itself and fashion of the rites.
    Upshouldering in a dislocated lump
With shallow ostentatious carelessnesscareless ostentation shouldering up
    My surplice, gloried in and yet despised,
    I clove in pride
through the inferior throngthrong I clove
    Of the plain burghers, Burghers, who in audience stood
    On the last skirts of their permitted ground,
    Beneath Under the pealing organ. Empty thoughts,thoughts!
    I am ashamed of them; them: and that great bard,Bard,
    And thou, O friend, Friend! who in thy ample mind
    Hast stationed placed me for reverence and love,high above my best deserts,
    Ye will forgive the weakness of that hour,
    In some of its unworthy vanitiesvanities,
    Brother of to many more.
    In this mixed sort
    The months passed on, remissly, not giving given up
    To wilful alienation from the right,
    Or walks of open scandal, but in vague
    And loose indifference, easy likings, aims
    Of a low pitch duty and zeal dismissed,
    Yet Nature, or a happy course of things,things
    Not doing in their stead the needful work.
    The memory languidly revolved, the heart
    Reposed in noontide rest, the inner pulse
    Of contemplation almost failed to beat.
    Rotted as by a charm, my Such life becamemight not inaptly be compared
    A To a floating island, an amphibious thing,spot
    Unsound, of spungy spongy texture, yet withal
    Not wanting a fair face of water-weedswater weeds
    And pleasant flowers. The thirst of living praise,
    A Fit reverence for the glorious dead, Dead, the sight
    Of those long vistos, catacombs in whichvistas, sacred catacombs,
    Perennial minds Where mighty 'minds' lie visibly entombed,
    Have often stirred the heart of youth, and bred
    A fervent love of rigorous discipline.
    Alas, such high commotion touched not me;

    Alas! such high emotion touched not me.

    No look Look was in there none within these walls to put to shame
    My easy spirits, and discountenance
    Their light composure composure, far less to instil
    A calm resolve of mind, firmly addressed
    To pleasant puissant efforts. Nor was this the blame
    Of others, others but my own; I should should, in truth,
    As far as doth concern my single self,
    Misdeem most widely, lodging it elsewhere.elsewhere:
    For I, bred in up, 'mid Nature's lap, was evenluxuries,
    As Was a spoiled child; child, and, rambling rumbling like the windwind,
    As I had done in daily intercourse
    With those delicious crystalline rivers, solemn heights,
    And mountains, ranging like a fowl of the air,
    I was ill-tutored for captivity—
    To quit my pleasure, and from month to month
    Take up a station calmly on the perch
    Of sedentary peace.
    To quit my pleasure, and, from month to month,
    Take up a station calmly on the perch
    Of sedentary peace.
Those lovely forms
    Had also left less space within my mind,
    Which, wrought upon instinctively, had found
    A freshness in those objects of its her love,
    A winning power power, beyond all other power.
    Not that I slighted books books, that were to lack
    All sense sense, but other passions had been mine,in me ruled,
    More Passions more fervent, making me less prompt perhapsprompt
    To indoor in-door study than was wise or well,
    Or suited to my those years. Yet I could shapeI, though used
    The image In magisterial liberty to rove,
    Culling such flowers
of learning as might tempt
    A random choice, could shadow forth
a place which soothed and lulledplace
    As (If now I had been, trained up in paradiseyield not to a flattering dream)
    Among sweet garlands Whose studious aspect should have bent me down
    To instantaneous service; should at once
    Have made me pay to science
and delightful sounds,to arts
    Accustomed in And written lore, acknowledged my loneliness to walkliege lord,
    With Nature magisterially—yet I
    Methinks could shape the image of a place
    Which with its aspect should have bent me down
    To instantaneous service, should at once
    Have made me pay to science and to arts
    And written lore, acknowledged my liege lord,
    A homage frankly offered up like that
    Which I had paid to Nature.
A homage frankly offered up, like that
    Which I had paid to Nature.
Toil and pains
    In this recess which I have bodied forthrecess, by thoughtful Fancy built,
    Should spread from heart to heart; and stately groves,
    Majestic edifices, should not want
    A corresponding dignity within.
    The congregating temper which that pervades
    Our unripe years, not wasted, should be madetaught
    To minister to works of high attempt,
    Which the enthusiast would perform with love.
    Works which the enthusiast would perform with love.

    Youth should be awed, possessed, as with a sensereligiously possessed
    Religious, With a conviction of what holy joy there isthe power that waits
    In knowledge if it be On knowledge, when sincerely soughtsought and prized
    For its own sake in glory, sake, on glory and in praise,on praise
    If but by labour won, and fit to endure.endure
    The passing day day; should learn to put aside
    Her trappings here, should strip them off abashed
    Before antiquity and stedfast truth,truth
    And strong book-mindedness; and over all
    Should be a A healthy sound simplicity,simplicity should reign,
    A seemly plainness plainness, name it as what you will,
    Republican or pious.
    If these thoughts
    Be Are a gratuitous emblazonry
    That does but mock this mocks the recreant age, at leastage 'we' live in, then
    Let Be Folly and False-seeming (we might say)
free to affect whatever formal gaitaffect
    Of moral or scholastic Whatever formal gait of discipline
    Shall raise them highest in their own esteem;
    Let them parade among the schools at will,
    But spare the house of God.
    Let them parade among the Schools at will,
    But spare the House of God.
Was ever known
    The witless shepherd who would drive his flock
    With serious repetition
persists to a pooldrive
    Of which 'tis plain A flock that thirsts not to sight they never taste?a pool disliked?
    A weight must surely hang on days begun
    And ended with worst such mockery. Be wise,
    Ye Presidents and Deans, and, till the spirit
    Of ancient times revive,
and youth be trained
    At home in pious service,
to your bells
    Give seasonable rest, for 'tis a sound
    Hollow as ever vexed the tranquil air,air;
    And your officious doings bring disgrace
    On the plain steeples of our English Church,
    Whose worship, 'mid remotest village trees,
    Suffers for this. Even science Science, too, at hand
    In daily sight of such this irreverence,
    Is smitten thence with an unnatural taint,
    Loses her just authority, falls beneath
    Collateral suspicion, else unknown.
    This obvious truth did not escape escaped me then,
    Unthinking as I was,
not, and I confessconfess,
    That having in 'mid my native hills given loose
    To a schoolboy's dreaming vision, I had raised a pile
    Upon the basis of the coming time
    Which now before me melted fast away,
    Which could not live, scarcely had life enough
    To mock the builder. That fell in ruins round me. Oh, what joy it werejoy
    To see a sanctuary for our country's youth
    With Informed with such a spirit in it as might be
    Protection for itself, Its own protection; a virgin primeval grove,
    Primaeval Where, though the shades with cheerfulness were filled,
    Nor indigent of songs warbled from crowds
    In under-coverts, yet the countenance
    Of the whole place should bear a stamp of awe;
    A habitation sober and demure
    For ruminating creatures; a domain
    For quiet things to wander in; a haunt
    In which the heron should delight to feed
    By the shy rivers, and the pelican
    Upon the cypress spire
in its purity lonely thought
    Might sit
and depth—
    Where, though the shades were filled with chearfulness,
    Nor indigent of songs warbled from crowds
    In under-coverts, yet the countenance
    Of the whole place should wear a stamp of awe
    A habitation sober and demure
    For ruminating creatures, a domain
    For quiet things to wander in, a haunt
    In which the heron might delight to feed
    By the shy rivers, and the pelican
    Upon the cypress-spire in lonely thought
    Might sit and sun himself. Alas, alas,
sun himself. Alas! Alas!
    In vain for such solemnity we look;I looked;
    Our Mine eyes are were crossed by butterflies, our earsears vexed
    Hear By chattering popinjays popinjays; the inner heart
    Is Seemed trivial, and the impresses without
    Are of Of a too gaudy region.
    Different sight
    Those venerable doctors Doctors saw of oldold,
    When all who dwelt within these famous walls
    Led in abstemiousness a studious life,life;
    When, in forlorn and naked chambers cooped
    And crowded, o'er their the ponderous books they satehung
    Like caterpillars eating out their way
    In silence, or with keen devouring noise
    Not to be tracked or fathered. Princes then
    At matins froze, and couched at curfew-time,
    Trained up through piety and zeal to prize
    Spare diet, patient labour, and plain weeds.
    O seat of Arts, Arts! renowned throughout the world,world!
    Far different service in those homely days
    The Muses' modest nurslings of the Muses underwent
    From their first childhood. In childhood: in that glorious time
    When Learning, like a stranger come from far,
    Sounding through Christian lands her trumpet, rouzedroused
    The peasant Peasant and the king; when boys and youths,youths, the growth
    The growth of Of ragged villages and crazy huts,
    Forsook their homes and homes, and, errant in the quest
    Of patron, Patron, famous school or friendly nook,
    Where, pensioned, they in shelter might sit down.—
    From town to town and through wide scattered realms
    Journeyed with their huge folios in their hands,
    And often, starting from some covert place,
    Saluted the chance comer on the road,
    Crying, 'An obolus, a penny give
    To a poor scholar'; when illustrious men,
    Lovers of truth, by penury constrained,
    Bucer, Erasmus, or Melancthon, read
    Before the doors or windows of their cells
    By moonshine through mere lack of taper light.
    From town to town and through wide scattered realms
    Journeyed with ponderous folios in their hands;
    And often, starting from some covert place,
    Saluted the chance comer on the road,
    Crying, "An obolus, a penny give
    To a poor scholar!" when illustrious men,
    Lovers of truth, by penury constrained,
    Bucer, Erasmus, or Melancthon, read
    Before the doors or windows of their cells
    By moonshine through mere lack of taper light.
But peace to vain regrets. regrets! We see but darkly
    Even when we look behind us; us, and best things
    Are not so pure by nature that they needs
    Must keep to all all, as fondly all believebelieve,
    Their highest promise. If the mariner,
    When at reluctant distance he hath passed
    Some fair enticing tempting island, did could but knowknow the ills
    What fate might That must have been his, could fallen upon him had he have brought
    His bark to land upon the wished-for spot,shore,
    Good cause full often would he have oft be his to blessthank the surf
    The Whose white belt of churlish surf that scared him thence,thence, or wind that blew
    Or haste of the inexorable wind.Inexorably adverse: for myself
    For me, I grieve not; happy is the mangowned youth,
    Who only misses what I missed, who falls
    No lower than I fell. fell.
I did not love,
    As hath been notice heretofore, Judging not ill perhaps, the guisetimid course
    Of our scholastic studies studies; could have wished
    The To see the river to have had an flow with ampler range
    And freer pace. But this pace; but more, far more, I tax not; far,grieved
    Far more I grieved to To see displayed among the bandan eager few,
    Of those who Who in the field of contest stood
    As combatants, passions that did to me
    Seem low and mean from ignorance Passions unworthy of mine,youth's generous heart
    In part, and want of just forbearance; yetAnd mounting spirit, pitiably repaid,
    My wiser mind grieves now for what I saw.When so disturbed, whatever palms are won.
    Willingly did From these I part from these, and turn
    Out of their track
turned to travel with the shoal
    Of more unthinking natures, easy minds
    And pillowy, and pillowy; yet not wanting love that makes
    The day pass lightly on, when foresight sleeps,
    And wisdom and the pledges interchanged
    With our own inner being, being are forgot.
    To books, our daily fare prescribed, I turned
    With sickly appetite; and when I went,
    At other times, in quest of my own food,
    I chaced not steadily the manly deer,
    But laid me down to any casual feast
    Of wild wood-honey; or with truant eyes
    Unruly, peeped about for vagrant fruit.
    And as for what pertains to human life,
    The deeper passions working round me here—
    Whether of envy, jealousy, pride, shame,
    Ambition, emulation, fear, or hope,
    Or those of dissolute pleasure were by me
    Unshared, and only now and then observed,
    So little was their hold upon my being,
    As outward things that might administer
    To knowledge or instruction. Hushed meanwhile
    Was the under-soul, locked up in such a calm,
    That not a leaf of the great nature stirred.
Yet was this deep vacation not given up
    To utter waste. Hitherto I had stood
    In my own mind remote from human social life,
    At (At least from what we commonly so name,name,)
    Even as Like a lone shepherd on a promontory,promontory
    Who, Who lacking occupation, occupation looks far forth
    Into the endless boundless sea, and rather makes
    Than finds what he beholds. And sure it is,
    That this first transit from the smooth delights
    And wild outlandish walks of simple youth
    To something that resembled resembles an approach
    Towards mortal human business, to a privileged world
    Within a world, a midway residence
    With all its intervenient imagery,
    Did better suit my visionary mindmind,
    Far better, than to have been bolted forth,
    Thrust out abruptly into fortune's Fortune's way
    Among the conflicts of substantial life—
    By a more just gradation did lead on
    To higher things, more naturally matured
    For permanent possession, better fruits,
    Whether of truth or virtue, to ensue.
    By a more just gradation did lead on
    To higher things; more naturally matured,
    For permanent possession, better fruits,
    Whether of truth or virtue, to ensue.
In serious mood, but oftener, I confess,
playful zest of fancy fancy, did we note
    How could we less? the manners and the ways
    Of those who in the livery were arrayed
    Of good or evil fame, of those with whom
    By frame of academic discipline
    Perforce we were connected, men whose sway,
    And whose authority of office, served
    To set our minds on edge, and did no more.

    (How could we less?) the manners and the ways
    Of those who lived distinguished by the badge
    Of good or ill report; or those with whom
    By frame of Academic discipline
    We were perforce connected, men whose sway
    And known authority of office served
    To set our minds on edge, and did no more.
Nor wanted we rich pastime of this kindkind,
    Found everywhere, but chiefly in the ring
    Of the grave elders, Elders, men unscoured, grotesque
    In character, tricked out like aged trees
    Which through the lapse of their infirmity
    Give ready place to any random seed
    That chuses chooses to be reared upon their trunks.
    Here on my view, confronting as it werevividly
    Those shepherd swains whom I had lately left,left
    Did flash Appeared a different image aspect of old age—
    How different yet both withal alike
    A book of rudiments for the unpractised sight,
    Objects embossed, and which with sedulous care
    Nature holds up before the eye of youth
    In her great school with further view, perhaps,
    To enter early on her tender scheme
    Of teaching comprehension with delight
    And mingling playful with pathetic thoughts.
    How different! yet both distinctly marked,
    Objects embossed to catch the general eye,
    Or portraitures for special use designed,
    As some might seem, so aptly do they serve
    To illustrate Nature's book of rudiments—
    That book upheld as with maternal care
    When she would enter on her tender scheme
    Of teaching comprehension with delight,
    And mingling playful with pathetic thoughts.
The surfaces of artificial life
    And manners finely spun, wrought, the delicate race
    Of colours, lurking, gleaming up and down
    Through that state arras woven with silk and gold:gold;
    This wily interchange of snaky hues,
    Willingly and or unwillingly revealed,
    I had not learned to watch, neither knew nor cared for; and at this time
    Perhaps, had such been in my daily sight,
as such
    Were wanting here, I took what might have been indifferent thereto
    As hermits are to tales of distant things.
    Hence, for these rarities elaborate
    Having no relish yet, I was content
    With the more homely produce rudely piled
be found
    In this our coarser warehouse. Of less elaborate fabric. At this day
    I smile smile, in many a mountain solitude
    At passages and fragments that remainConjuring up scenes as obsolete in freaks
    Of that inferior exhibition, playedcharacter, in points of wit as broad,
    By As aught by wooden images, a theatreimages performed
    For entertainment of the gaping crowd
wake or fair. And oftentimes do flit
    Remembrances before me of old men,
    Old humourists, who have been long in their graves,
    And, having almost in my mind put off
    Their human names, have into phantoms passed
    Of texture midway betwixt life and books.
    Old humourists, who have been long in their graves,
    And having almost in my mind put off
    Their human names, have into phantoms passed
    Of texture midway between life and books.

    I play the loiterer, loiterer: 'tis enough to note
    That here in dwarf proportions were expressed
    The limbs of the great world world; its goings-oneager strifes
    Collaterally pourtrayed pourtrayed, as in mock fight,
    A tournament of blows, some hardly dealt
    Though short of mortal combat combat; and whate'er
    Might of in this pageant be supposed to hit
    A simple An artless rustic's notice, this way less,
    More that way, was not wasted upon
    And yet this the spectacle may well demand
    A more substantial name, no mimic show,
    Itself a living part of a live whole,
    A creek of in the vast sea. For, sea; for, all degrees
    And shapes of spurious fame and short-lived praise
    Here sate in state, and, and fed with daily alms,alms
    Retainers won away from solid good.good;
    And here was Labour, his own Bond-slave; Hopebond-slave; Hope,
    That never set the pains against the prize;
    Idleness, Idleness halting with his weary clog;clog,
    And poor misguided Shame, and witless Fear,
    And simple Pleasure, Pleasure foraging for Death;
    Honour misplaced, and Dignity astray;
    Feuds, factions, flatteries, Enmity enmity, and Guile,guile,
    Murmuring Submission submission, and bald Governmentgovernment,
    (The idol weak as the idolator)idolater),
    And Decency and Custom starving Truth,
    And blind Authority beating with his staff
    The child that might have led him; Emptiness
    Followed as of good omen, and meek Worth
    Left to itself herself unheard of and unknown.
    Of these and other kindred notices
    I cannot say what portion is in truth
    The naked recollection of that time,
    And what may rather have been called to life
    By after-meditation. But delight,delight
    That, in an easy temper lulled asleep,
    Is still with innocence Innocence its own reward,
    This surely was not wanting. CarelesslyCarelessly I roamed
    I gazed, roving as As through a cabinet
wide museum, thronged with fishes, gems,
    Birds, crocodiles, shells, where little can be seen,
    Well understood, or naturally endeared,
    Yet still does every step bring something forth
    That quickens, pleases, stings and here and there
museum from whose stores
    A casual rarity is singled out
    And has its brief perusal, then gives way
    To others, all supplanted in their turn.turn;
    Meanwhile, amid Till 'mid this gaudy congress framedcrowded neighbourhood of things
    Of things That are by nature most unneighbourly,
    The head turns round, round and cannot right itself;
    And, And though an aching and a barren sense
    Of gay confusion still be uppermost,
    With few wise longings and but little love,
    Yet something to the memory sticks something cleaves at lastlast,
    Whence profit may be drawn in times to come.
    Thus in submissive idleness, my friend,Friend!
    The labouring time of autumn, winter, spring.—
    Nine months rolled pleasingly away, the tenth
    Returned me to my native hills again.
    Eight months! rolled pleasingly away; the ninth
    Came and returned me to my native hills.