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William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

The French Revolution as It Appeared to Enthusiasts at Its Commencement


              1Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy!
              2For mighty were the auxiliars which then stood
              3Upon our side, we who were strong in love!
              4Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
              5But to be young was very heaven!--Oh! times,
              6In which the meagre, stale, forbidding ways
              7Of custom, law, and statute, took at once
              8The attraction of a country in romance!
              9When Reason seemed the most to assert her rights,
            10When most intent on making of herself
            11A prime Enchantress--to assist the work
            12Which then was going forward in her name!
            13Not favoured spots alone, but the whole earth,
            14The beauty wore of promise, that which sets
            15(As at some moment might not be unfelt
            16Among the bowers of paradise itself )
            17The budding rose above the rose full blown.
            18What temper at the prospect did not wake
            19To happiness unthought of? The inert
            20Were roused, and lively natures rapt away!
            21They who had fed their childhood upon dreams,
            22The playfellows of fancy, who had made
            23All powers of swiftness, subtilty, and strength
            24Their ministers,--who in lordly wise had stirred
            25Among the grandest objects of the sense,
            26And dealt with whatsoever they found there
            27As if they had within some lurking right
            28To wield it;--they, too, who, of gentle mood,
            29Had watched all gentle motions, and to these
            30Had fitted their own thoughts, schemers more wild,
            31And in the region of their peaceful selves;--
            32Now was it that both found, the meek and lofty
            33Did both find, helpers to their heart's desire,
            34And stuff at hand, plastic as they could wish;
            35Wcre called upon to exercise their skill,
            36Not in Utopia, subterranean fields,
            37Or some secreted island, Heaven knows where!
            38But in the very world, which is the world
            39Of all of us,--the place where in the end
            40We find our happiness, or not at all!

Notes

1] Composed as part of The Prelude in 1804; eventually in The Prelude, XI, 105-44.

37] E.g., Bacon's New Atlantis.


Online text copyright © 2009, Ian Lancashire (the Department of English) and the University of Toronto.
Published by the Web Development Group, Information Technology Services, University of Toronto Libraries.

Original text: S. T. Coleridge, The Friend: a literary, moral, and political weekly paper (Oct. 26, 1809). PR 4480 F7 1809 Victoria College Library (Toronto).
First publication date: 1809
RPO poem editor: J. R. MacGillivray
RP edition: 3RP 2.385.
Recent editing: 2:2002/3/15

Composition date: 1804
Rhyme: unrhyming


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