It is a lofty feeling, yet a kind, | a | ||||
Thus to be topped with leaves; — to have a sense | b | ||||
Of honour-shaded thought, — an influence | b | ||||
As from great nature's fingers, and be twined | a | ||||
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With her old, sacred, verdurous ivy-bind, | a | |||
As though she hallowed with that sylvan fence | b | ||||
A head that bows to her benevolence, | b | ||||
Midst pomp of fancied trumpets in the wind. | a | ||||
It is what's within us crowned. And kind and great | c | ||||
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Are all the conquering wishes it inspires, | d | |||
Love of things lasting, love of the tall woods, | e | ||||
Love of love's self, and ardour for a state | c | ||||
Of natural good befitting such desires, | d | ||||
Towns without gain, and hunted solitudes. | e | ||||
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