The Enfolded Prelude: Book Ninth
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As oftentimes Even as a river, it might seem,river,—partly (it might seem)
Yielding to old remembrances, and swayed
In part by fear to shape a way direct,
That would engulph him soon in the ravenous sea—
Turns, and will measure back his course, far back,
Seeking the very regions which he crossed
In his first outset; so have we, my Friend!
Turned and returned with intricate delay.
Yielding in part to old remembrances,Or as a traveller, who has gained the brow
Part swayed by fear to tread an onward roadOf some aerial Down, while there he halts
That leads direct For breathing-time, is tempted to the devouring sea,review
Turns The region left behind him; and, if aught
Deserving notice have escaped regard,
Or been regarded with too careless eye,
Strives, from that height, with one and will measure back his course far back,yet one more
Towards Last look, to make the very regions which best amends he crossedmay:
In his first outset so So have we long time
Made motions retrograde, in like pursuit
Detained. But now lingered. Now we start afresh: I feelafresh
An impulse to precipitate my verse.With courage, and new hope risen on our toil.
Fair greetings to this shapeless eagerness,
Whene'er it comes, comes! needful in work so long,
Trice Thrice needful to the argument which now
Awaits us oh, us! Oh, how much unlike the past—
One which though bright the promise, will be found
Ere far we shall advance, ungenial, hard
To treat of, and forbidding in itself.past!
Free as a colt at pasture on the hillshill,
I ranged at large large, through the metropolisLondon's wide domain,
Month after month. Obscurely did I live,
Not courting the society of seeking frequent intercourse with men,
By literature, or elegance, or rank,
Distinguished in Distinguished. Scarcely was a year thus spent
Ere I forsook the midst crowded solitude,
With less regret for its luxurious pomp,
And all the nicely-guarded shows of things, it seemed,art,
Looking as from a distance on Than for the worldhumble book-stalls in the streets,
That moved about me. Yet insensiblyExposed to eye and hand where'er I turned.
False preconceptions were corrected thus,France lured me forth; the realm that I had crossed
And errors of So lately, journeying toward the fancy rectifiedsnow-clad Alps.
(Alike with reference to men But now, relinquishing the scrip and things),staff,
And sometimes from each quarter were poured inall enjoyment which the summer sun
Novel imaginations and profound.Sheds round the steps of those who meet the day
A year thus spent, this field, with small regret—
Save only for the bookstails in the streets
(Wild produce, hedgerow fruit, on all sides hung
To lure the sauntering traveller from his track)—
I quitted, and betook myself to France,
Let thither chiefly by a personal wish
To speak the language more familiarly,
With which intent I chose for my abode
A city on the borders of the Loire.With motion constant as his own, I went
Prepared to sojourn in a pleasant town,
Washed by the current of the stately Loire.
Through Paris lay my readiest path, course, and there
I sojourned Sojourning a few days, and I visited
In haste haste, each spot of old and or recent fame—
The latter chiefly from the field of Mars
Down to the suburbs of St. Anthony,fame,
The latter chiefly, from the field of Mars
Down to the suburbs of St. Antony,
And from Mont Martyr Martre southward to the Dome
Of Genevieve. In both her clamorous halls,Halls,
The National Synod and the Jacobins,
I saw the revolutionary powerRevolutionary Power
Toss like a ship at anchor, rocked by storms,storms;
The Arcades I traversed traversed, in the Palace huge
Of Orleans, Orleans; coasted round and round the line
Of tavern, brothel, gaming-house, Tavern, Brothel, Gaming-house, and shop,Shop,
Great rendezvous of worst and best, the walk
Of all who had a purpose, or had not;
I stared and listened listened, with a stranger's ears,
To hawkers Hawkers and haranguers, Haranguers, hubbub wild,wild!
And hissing factionists Factionists with ardent eyes,
In knots, or pairs, or single, ant-like swarmssingle. Not a look
Of builders Hope takes, or Doubt or Fear is forced to wear,
But seemed there present; and subverters, I scanned them all,
Watched every facegesture uncontrollable,
That hope or apprehension could put on—
Joy, anger, and vexation, in the midst
Of gaiety and dissolute idleness.Of anger, and vexation, and despite,
All side by side, and struggling face to face,
With gaiety and dissolute idleness.
Where silent zephyrs sported with the dust
Of the Bastile Bastille, I sate in the open sunsun,
And from the rubbish gathered up a stone,
And pocketed the relick relic, in the guise
Of an enthusiast; yet, in honest truth,
Though I looked for something that I could not without some strong incumbencies,find,
And glad could living man be otherwise?—
I looked for something which I could not find,
Affecting more emotion than I felt.Affecting more emotion than I felt;
For 'tis most certain certain, that the utmost force
Of all these various objects which may shewsights,
The temper of my mind as then it wasHowever potent their first shock, with me
Seemed less Appeared to recompense the traveller's pains,pains
Less moved me, gave me less delight, than did
A single picture merely, hunted out
Among other sights, the painted Magdalene of le Le Brun,
A beauty exquisitely wrought fair facewrought, with hair
And rueful, Dishevelled, gleaming eyes, and rueful cheek
Pale and bedropped with its ever-flowing overflowing tears.
But hence to my more permanent residenceabode
I hasten: hasten; there, by novelties in speech,
Domestic manners, customs, gestures, looks,
And all the attire of ordinary life,
Attention was at first engrossed; and thusand, thus amused,
Amused and satisfied, I scarcely felt
The shock of these stood 'mid those concussions, unconcerned,
Tranquil almost, and careless as a flower
Glassed in a greenhouse, green-house, or a parlour-shrub,parlour shrub
When That spreads its leaves in unmolested peace,
While every bush and tree tree, the country through,
Is shaking to the roots roots: indifference this
Which may seem strange, strange: but I was unprepared
With needful knowledge, had abruptly passed
Into a theatre of which the stagetheatre, whose stage was filled
Was And busy with an action far advanced.
Like others others, I had read, skimmed, and eagerlysometimes read
Sometimes, With care, the master pamphlets of the day,day;
Nor wanted such half-insight as grew wild
Upon that meagre soil, helped out by talk
And public news; but having never chancedseen
To see a regular A chronicle which that might shew—
If any such indeed existed then—
Whence the main organs of the public power
Had sprung, their transmigrations, when and how
Accomplished (giving thus unto events
A form and body), all things were to me
Loose and disjointed, and the affections left
Without a vital interest. suffice to show
Whence the main organs of the public power
Had sprung, their transmigrations, when and how
Accomplished, giving thus unto events
A form and body; all things were to me
Loose and disjointed, and the affections left
Without a vital interest. At that time,
Moreover, the first storm was overblown,
And the strong hand of outward violence
Locked up in quiet. For myself myself, I fear
Now Now, in connection with so great a themetheme,
To speak, as speak (as I must be compelled to do,do)
Of one so unimportant a short time
I loitered, and frequented unimportant; night by night
Routs, card-tables, Did I frequent the formal haunts of menmen,
Whom Whom, in the city city, privilege of birth
Sequestered from the rest, societies
Where, through punctilios of elegancePolished in arts, and in punctilio versed;
And Whence, and from deeper causes, all discourse, alikediscourse
Of good and evil, in evil of the time, time was shunned
With studious care. But 'twas not long ere thisscrupulous care; but these restrictions soon
Proved tedious, and I gradually withdrew
Into a noisier world, and thus did soonere long
Become Became a patriot patriot; and my heart was all
Given to the people, and my love was theirs.
A knot band of military officers
That to a regiment appertained which thenOfficers,
Was Then stationed in the city city, were the chief
Of my associates; associates: some of these wore swords
Which That had been seasoned in the wars, and all
Were men well-born, at least laid claim to such
Distinction, as well-born; the chivalry of France.
In age and temper differing, they had yet
One spirit ruling in them all each heart; alike
(Save only one, hereafter to be named)
Were bent upon undoing what was done.done:
This was their rest, rest and only hope; therewith
No fear had they of bad becoming worse,
For worst to them was come come; nor would have stirred,
Or deemed it worth a moment's while thought to stir,
In any thing, anything, save only as the act
Looked thitherward. One, reckoning by years,
Was in the prime of manhood, and erewhile
He had sate lord in many tender hearts,hearts;
Though heedless of such honours now, and changed:
His temper was quite mastered by the times,
And they had blighted him, had eat eaten away
The beauty of his person, doing wrong
Alike to body and to mind. His mind: his port,
Which once had been erect and open, now
Was stooping and contracted, and a faceface,
By nature lovely in itself, Endowed by Nature with her fairest gifts
Of symmetry and light and bloom, expressed,
As much as any that was ever seen,
A ravage out of season. season, made by thoughts
Unhealthy and vexatious. At With the hour,
The most important That from the press of each day, in whichParis duly brought
The Its freight of public news was read, news, the fever came,
A punctual visitant, to shake this man,
Disarmed his voice and fanned his yellow cheek
Into a thousand colours. While colours; while he read,
Or mused, his sword was haunted by his touch
Continually, like an uneasy place
In his own body. 'Twas in truth an hour
Of universal ferment ferment; mildest men
Were agitated, and commotions, strife
Of passion and opinion, filled the walls
Of peaceful houses with unquiet sounds.
The soil of common life was was, at that timetime,
Too hot to tread upon. Oft said I then,
And not then only, 'What "What a mockery this
Of history, the past and that to come!
Now do I feel how I have been all men are deceived,
Reading of nations and their works works, in faith—
Faith given to vanity and emptiness—
Oh, laughter for the page that would reflect
To future times the face of what now is!'
The land all swarmed with passion, like a plain
Devoured by locusts Carra, Gorsas add
A hundred other names, forgotten now,
Nor to be heard of more; yet were they powers,
Like earthquakes, shocks repeated day by day,
And felt through every nook of town and field.faith,
Faith given to vanity and emptiness;
Oh! laughter for the page that would reflect
To future times the face of what now is!"
The men already spoken land all swarmed with passion, like a plain
Devoured by locusts, Carra, Gorsas, add
A hundred other names, forgotten now,
Nor to be heard of as more; yet, they were powers,
Like earthquakes, shocks repeated day by day,
And felt through every nook of town and field.
Such was the state of things. Meanwhile the chief
Of my associates were stood prepared for flight
To augment the band of emigrants in arms
Upon the borders of the Rhine, and leagued
With foreign foes mustered for instant war.
This was their undisguised intent, and they
Were waiting with the whole of their desires
The moment to depart. depart.
An Englishman,
Born in a land the whose very name of which appeared
To licence license some unruliness of mind,mind;
A stranger, with youth's further privilege,
And that the indulgence which that a half-learned half-learnt speech
Wins from the courteous, I courteous; I, who had been else
Shunned and not tolerated tolerated, freely lived
With these defenders of the crown, Crown, and talked,
And heard their notions; nor did they disdain
The wish to bring me over to their cause.
But though untaught by thinking or by books
To reason well of polity or law,
And nice distinctions distinctions, then on every tonguetongue,
Of natural rights and civil, civil; and to acts
Of nations, nations and their passing interestsinterests,
(I speak comparing these (If with other things)unworldly ends and aims compared)
Almost indifferent, even the historian's tale
Prizing but little otherwise than I prized
Tales of poets the poets, as it made my the heart
Beat high high, and filled my the fancy with fair forms,
Old heroes and their sufferings and their deeds—
Yet in the regal sceptre, and the pomp
Of orders and degrees, I nothing found
Then, or had ever even in crudest youth,
That dazzled me, but rather what my soul
Mourned for, or loathed, beholding that the best
Ruled not, and feeling that they ought to rule.deeds;
Yet in the regal sceptre, and the pomp
Of orders and degrees, I nothing found
Then, or had ever, even in crudest youth,
That dazzled me, but rather what I mourned
And ill could brook, beholding that the best
Ruled not, and feeling that they ought to rule.
For, born in a poor district, and which yet
Retaineth more of ancient homeliness,
Manners erect, and frank simplicity,
Than any other nook of English land,ground,
It was my fortune scarcely to have seenseen,
Through the whole tenor of my schoolday timeschool-day time,
The face of one, who, whether boy or man,
Was vested with attention or respect
Through claims of wealth or blood. Nor blood; nor was it least
Of many debts which afterwards I owedbenefits, in later years
To Cambridge and an Derived from academic life,institutes
That And rules, that they held something there was holden up to view
Of a republic, Republic, where all stood thus far
Upon equal ground, ground; that they we were brothers all
In honour, as of in one community—
Scholars and gentlemen where, furthermore,
Distinction lay open to all that came,
And wealth and titles were in less esteem
Than talents and successful industry.community,
Scholars and gentlemen; where, furthermore,
Distinction open lay to all that came,
And wealth and titles were in less esteem
Than talents, worth, and prosperous industry,
Add unto this, subservience from the first
To God and Nature's single sovereignty
(Familiar presences of awful power),God's mysterious power
Made manifest in Nature's sovereignty,
And fellowship with venerable booksbooks,
To sanction the proud workings of the soul,
And mountain liberty. It could not be
But that one tutored thus, who had been formed
To thought and moral feeling in the way
This story hath described, thus should look with awe
Upon the faculties of man, receive
Gladly the highest promises, and hailhail,
As best best, the government of equal rights
And individual worth. And hence, O friend,Friend!
If at the first great outbreak I rejoiced
Less than might well befit my youth, the cause
In part lay here, that unto me the events
seemed Seemed nothing out of nature's certain course—
A gift that rather was come late than soon.course,
A gift that was come rather late than soon.
No wonder then wonder, then, if advocates like thesethese,
Whom I have mentioned, Inflamed by passion, blind with prejudice,
And stung with injury, at this riper dayday,
Were impotent to make my hopes put on
The shape of theirs, my understanding bend
In honour to their honour. Zeal honour: zeal, which yet
Had slumbered, now in opposition burst
Forth like a Polar summer. Every summer: every word
They uttered was a dart dart, by counter-winds
Blown back upon themselves; their reason seemed
Confusion-stricken by a higher power
Than human understanding, their discourse
Maimed, spiritless spiritless; and, in their weakness strong,
I triumphed.
Meantime Meantime, day by day day, the roads,
While I consorted with these royalists,roads
Were crowded with the bravest youth of FranceFrance,
And all the promptest of her spirits, linked
In gallant soldiership, and posting on
To meet the war upon her frontier-bounds.frontier bounds.
Yet at this very moment do tears start
Into mine eyes eyes: I do not say I weep,
I wept not then, but tears have dimmed my sight—
In memory of the farewells of that time,
Domestic severings, female fortitude
At dearest separation, patriot love
And self-devotion, and terrestrial hope
Encouraged with a martyr's confidence.
Even files of strangers merely, seen but once
And for a moment, men from far, with sound
Of music, martial tunes, and banners spread,
Entering the city, here and there a face
Or person singled out among the rest
Yet still a stranger, and beloved as such—
Even by these passing spectacles my heart
Was oftentimes uplifted, and they seemed
Like arguments from Heaven that 'twas a cause
Good, and which no one could stand up against
Who was not lost, abandoned, selfish, proud,
Mean, miserable, wilfully depraved,
Hater perverse of equity and truth.weep—
I wept not then, but tears have dimmed my sight,
In memory of the farewells of that time,
Domestic severings, female fortitude
At dearest separation, patriot love
And self-devotion, and terrestrial hope,
Encouraged with a martyr's confidence;
Even files of strangers merely seen but once,
And for a moment, men from far with sound
Of music, martial tunes, and banners spread,
Entering the city, here and there a face,
Or person, singled out among the rest,
Yet still a stranger and beloved as such;
Even by these passing spectacles my heart
Was oftentimes uplifted, and they seemed
Arguments sent from Heaven to prove the cause
Good, pure, which no one could stand up against,
Who was not lost, abandoned, selfish, proud,
Mean, miserable, wilfully depraved,
Hater perverse of equity and truth.
Among that band of officers Officers was one,
Already hinted at, of other mold—
A patriot, thence rejected by the rest,
And with an oriental loathing spurned
As of a different cast. mould
A patriot, thence rejected by the rest,
And with an oriental loathing spurned,
As of a different caste. A meeker man
Than this lived never, or nor a more benign—
Meek, though enthusiastic to the height
Of highest expectation. benign,
Meek though enthusiastic. Injuries
Made him 'him' more gracious, and his nature then
Did breathe its sweetness out most sensibly,
As aromatic flowers on Alpine turfturf,
When foot hath crushed them. He through the events
Of that great change wandered in perfect faith,
As through a book, an old romance, or tale
Of Fairy, or some dream of actions wrought
Behind the summer clouds. By birth he ranked
With the most noble, but unto the poor
Among mankind he was in service boundbound,
As by some tie invisible, oaths professed
To a religious order. Man he loved
As man, and man; and, to the mean and the obscure,
And all the homely in their homely works,
Transferred a courtesy which had no air
Of condescension, condescension; but did rather seem
A passion and a gallantry, like that
Which he, a soldier, in his idler day
Had payed paid to woman. Somewhat woman: somewhat vain he was,
Or seemed so so, yet it was not vanity,
But fondness, and a kind of radiant joy
That covered him about when Diffused around him, while he was bentintent
On works of love or freedom, or revolved
Complacently the progress of a causecause,
Whereof he was a part—yet this was meek
And placid, and took nothing from the man
That was delightful. part: yet this was meek
And placid, and took nothing from the man
That was delightful. Oft in solitude
With him did I discourse about the end
Of civil government, and its wisest forms,forms;
Of ancient prejudice loyalty, and chartered rights,
Allegiance, faith, and laws by time matured,
Custom and habit, novelty and change,change;
Of self-respect, and virtue in the few
For patrimonial honour set apart,