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Dim religious groves embow'r.

Casting a dim religious light.

Etrurian shades High over-arch'd embower.

Desc. Sketches (1793 ed.), 124.
Penseroso, 160.

P. L. i. 303-4.

(Wordsworth also has ten cases of "embowering" and "embowered,"

usually of trees.)

His larum-bell from village-tow'r to tow'r

Swing on th'astounded ear it's dull undying roar.

The solemn curfew swinging long and deep.

I hear the far-off curfew sound ...

Swinging slow with sullen roar.

Through his brain

At once the griding iron passage found.

The griding sword with discontinuous wound
Pass'd through him.

When I behold the ruins of that face,

Those eyeballs dark - dark beyond hope of light.
Nor appear'd Less than Archangel ruin'd. . . .
Darken'd so, yet shone

Above them all the Archangel; but his face.
Oh dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse

Without all hope of day!

But, oh the heavy change!
And, O the change!

And partner of my loss. — O heavy change!

But, O the heavy change, now thou art gone!

Suffer my genial spirits to decay.
So much I feel my genial spirits droep.

Could Father Adam open his eyes
And see this sight beneath the skies,
He'd wish to close them again.

Ib. (1793 ed.), 778-9.

Evening Walk (1793 ed.), 318.

Penseroso, 74-6.

Guilt and Sorrow, 492–3.

P. L. vi. 329-30.

Borderers, i. 135-6.

P. L. i. 592-600.

Samson, 80-82.

Simon Lee, 25.

Mother's Return, 53.
Excursion, iii. 669.
Lycidas, 37.

Tintern Abbey, 113.
Samson, 594.

Redbreast chasing the Butterfly, 12-14.

(A reference, as Wordsworth pointed out, to P. L. xi. 185–90.)

Thou art... a thing "beneath our shoon."

The dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon.

To the Small Celandine (2), 49–50.
Comus, 634-5.

(Of a flower in each case.)

The beetle panoplied in gems and gold,
A mailed angel on a battle-day.

Up rose the victor Angels, and to arms

The matin trumpet sung; in arms they stood
Of golden panoply, refulgent host.

He, in celestial panoply all arm'd

Of radiant Urim, work divinely wrought.
Gems and gold.

Stanzas in "Castle of Indolence," 60-61.

P. L. vi. 525-7, 760-1.
P. L. ii. 271, vi. 475.

(Wordsworth also has "whose panoply is not a thing put on"-"Who
rises on the banks," 17; and "your scaly panoplies"-"The soaring
lark," 23.)

To overleap At will the crystal battlements...

O'er Limbo lake with aëry flight to steer,

And on the verge of Chaos hang in fear.

Departure from Grasmere, 5-12.

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White, black, and grey, with all their trumpery. ...
Cowls, hoods, and habits, with their wearers, tost
And flutter'd into rags; then reliques, beads,
Indulgences, dispenses, pardons, bulls,

The sport of winds: all these, upwhirl'd aloft ...
Into a limbo large and broad.

Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!

God so commanded, and left that command
Sole daughter of his voice.

A watchful heart Still couchant.

Changes oft His couchant watch.

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(Wordsworth also speaks of a "couchant" lion, fawn, doe: To Enterprise,

35; "Long has the dew," 5; White Doe, i. 203.)

Alas! what boots it? — who can hide?
Alas! what boots the long laborious quest?

"What boots," continued she, "to mourn?"
What boots the sculptured tomb?

Alas! what boots it with uncessant care?

The gift of this adventurous song.

Invoke thy aid to my advent'rous song.

The earth is all before me.

The world was all before them.

Immortal verse

Thoughtfully fitted to the Orphean lyre.
Raptures of the lyre;
And wisdom married to immortal verse.
Whose waves the Orphean lyre forbad to meet.
Where is the Orphean lyre, or Druid harp,
To accompany the verse?

With other notes than to the Orphean lyre I sung.
Soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse.
With crosses and with cyphers scribbled o'er.
With centric and eccentric scribbled o'er.

Hence life, and change, and beauty, solitude
More active even than "best society."
Solitude to her Is blithe society.
For solitude sometimes is best society.

Her pealing organ was my neighbour too.
There let the pealing organ blow.

The Waggoner, 702.

Tyrolese Sonnets, iv. 1.

Egyptian Maid, 97.

Excursion, vi. 615.
Lycidas, 64.

The Waggoner, 784.
P. L. i. 13.

Prelude, i. 14.
P. L. xii. 646.

Ib. i. 232-3.

Excursion, vii. 535-6.
Source of the Danube, 9.

To the Clouds, 60-61.
P. L. iii. 17-18.
Allegro, 136-7.

Prelude, i. 511.
P. L. viii. 83.

Ib. ii. 294-5.
Characteristics of a Child, 12-13.
P. L. ix. 249.
Prelude, iii. 57.
Penseroso, 161.

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A pensive sky, sad days, and piping winds.
While rocking winds are piping loud.

That seemed another morn Risen on mid noon.
Seems another morn Risen on mid-noon.
The mountains more by blackness visible
And their own size, than any outward light.
No light, but rather darkness visible.

Lead his voice through many a maze.
The melting voice through mazes running.

Tract more exquisitely fair

Than that famed paradise of ten thousand trees,

Or Gehol's matchless gardens.

Spot more delicious than those gardens feign'd
Or of revived Adonis, or renown'd
Alcinous, host of old Laertes' son.

And boon nature's lavish help.

Of mountain-quiet and boon nature's grace.

But Nature boon

Ib. vi. 174.
Penseroso, 126.

Ib. vi. 197-8.
P. L. v. 310-11.

Ib. vi. 714-15.
P. L. i. 63.
Ib. vii. 555.
Allegro, 142.

Ib. viii. 75-7.

P. L. ix. 439-41.

Ib. viii. 81.

Eccl. Sonnets, I. i. 4.

P. L. iv. 242-3.

Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain.
The curious traveller . . . sees, or thinks he sees.
Some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees.
(Of the supernatural in each case.)

Such opposition as aroused

The mind of Adam, yet in Paradise

Though fallen from bliss, when in the East he saw
Darkness ere day's mid course, and morning light
More orient in the western cloud, that drew
O'er the blue firmament a radiant white,
Descending slow with something heavenly fraught.

Prelude, viii. 560-65.
P. L. i. 783-4.

Ib. viii. 658-64.

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(Wordsworth also uses "empyrean" twice as an adjective; Milton has

it five times as a noun and once as an adjective.)

And thou, O flowery field Of Enna!

Not that fair field
Of Enna, where Proserpin gathering flowers.

Not like a temple rich with pomp and gold.
With gay religions full of pomp and gold.

That broods Over the dark abyss.
Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast Abyss.

Hence endless occupation for the Soul,
Whether discursive or intuitive.

Whence the soul

Reason receives, and reason is her being,

Discursive, or intuitive.

And substitute a universe of death

For that which moves with light and life informed.

A universe of death.

All alike inform'd With radiant light.

And sought that beauty, which, as Milton sings,
Hath terror in it.

Not terrible, though terror be in love
And beauty.

Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne.
Methought I saw my late espoused saint.

Ib. xi. 419-20.

P. L. iv. 268-9.

Ib. xiii. 229.
P. L. i. 372.

Ib. xiv. 71-2.
P. L. i. 21.

Ib. xiv. 119-20.

P. L. v. 486-8.

Ib. xiv. 160-61.
P. L. ii. 622.

P. L. iii. 593-4.

Ib. xiv. 245-6.

P. L. ix. 490-1.

Sonnet, "Methought I saw," I.
Sonnet, "Methought I saw," 1.

(But cf. Ralegh's sonnet on the Faerie Queene.)

His genius shook the buskined stage.
Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage.

Her duty is to stand and wait.

They also serve who only stand and wait.

But ere the Moon had sunk to rest
In her pale chambers of the west.
Pacing toward the other goal

Of his [the sun's] chamber in the east.

With woollen cincture.

With feather'd cincture.

(Of clothing in each case.

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Wordsworth also has "encincture": Source

of Danube, 8; Excursion, v. 159; Eccl. Sonnets, III. xli. 9.)

A hut, by tufted trees defended.

Upon a rising ground a grey church-tower,

Whose battlements were screened by tufted trees.

[A chapel] tufted with an ivy grove. Towers and battlements it sees

Bosom'd high in tufted trees.

On a plat of rising ground.

Dear Liberty! stern Nymph of soul untamed; Sweet Nymph, O rightly of the mountains named! The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.

For they have learnt to open and to close

The ridges of grim war.

Expert... to... open when, and when to close
The ridges of grim war.

Like the bright confines of another world.
Of those bright confines [heaven].

I sing: "fit audience let me find though few!"
So prayed, more gaining than he asked, the Bard
In holiest mood. Urania, I shall need
Thy guidance, or a greater Muse, if such
Descend to earth or dwell in highest heaven!
Descend from Heaven, Urania....

... Still govern thou my song,
Urania, and fit audience find, though few.
Under the covert of these clustering elms.
Under the covert of some ancient oak.

That left half-told the preternatural tale.
That left half told The story.

Commenced in pain,

In pain commenced, and ended without peace. Though fall'n on evil days,

On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues.

Yet cease I not to struggle, and aspire.
Yet not the more

Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt.

Who dwell on earth, yet breathe empyreal air.

I have presumed,

An earthly guest, and drawn empyreal air.

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