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The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

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And clearest insight, amplitude <strong>of</strong> mind,<br />

And Reason in her most exalted mood.<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Prelude’ (1850) bk. 14, l. 190<br />

<strong>The</strong>re was a roaring in the wind all night;<br />

<strong>The</strong> rain came heavily and fell in floods;<br />

But now the sun is rising, calm and bright.<br />

‘Resolution and Independence’ (1807) st. 1<br />

I thought <strong>of</strong> Chatterton, the marvellous boy,<br />

<strong>The</strong> sleepless soul, that perished in his pride;<br />

Of him who walked in glory and in joy,<br />

Following his plough, along the mountain side:<br />

By our own spirits are we deified:<br />

We poets in our youth begin in gladness;<br />

But there<strong>of</strong> comes in the end despondency and madness.<br />

‘Resolution and Independence’ (1807) st. 7<br />

His words came feebly, from a feeble chest,<br />

But each in solemn order followed each,<br />

With something <strong>of</strong> a l<strong>of</strong>ty utterance drest—<br />

Choice words, and measured phrase, above the reach<br />

Of ordinary men; a stately speech;<br />

Such as grave Livers do in Scotland use.<br />

‘Resolution and Independence’ (1807) st. 14<br />

<strong>The</strong> fear that kills;<br />

And hope that is unwilling to be fed;<br />

Cold, pain, and labour, and all fleshly ills;<br />

And mighty Poets in their misery dead.<br />

—Perplexed, and longing to be comforted,<br />

My question eagerly I did renew.<br />

‘How is it that you live, and what is it you do?’<br />

‘Resolution and Independence’ (1807) st. 17<br />

At the corner <strong>of</strong> Wood Street, when daylight appears,<br />

Hangs a thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years:<br />

Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard<br />

In the silence <strong>of</strong> morning the song <strong>of</strong> the bird.<br />

’Tis a note <strong>of</strong> enchantment; what ails her? She sees<br />

A mountain ascending, a vision <strong>of</strong> trees;<br />

Bright volumes <strong>of</strong> vapour through Lothbury glide,<br />

And a river flows on through the vale <strong>of</strong> Cheapside.<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Reverie <strong>of</strong> Poor Susan’<br />

I thought <strong>of</strong> <strong>The</strong>e, my partner and my guide,

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