SONNET BY THE LATE HARTLEY COLERIDGE: то WORDSWORTH. THERE have been poets that in verse display Of Nature's inner shrine thou art the priest, SONNET BY SIR THOMAS NOON TALFOURD: ON THE LECEPTION OF THE POET WORDSWORTH AT OXFORD. O NEVER did a mighty truth prevail With such felicities of place and time, As in those shouts sent forth with joy sublime Ir thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven, And they that from the zenith dart their beams, (Visible though they be to half the earth, Though half a sphere be conscious of their brightness) Are yet of no diviner origin, No purer essence, than the one that burns, Like an untended watch-fire, on the ridge Of some dark mountain; or than those which seem Humbly to hang, like twinkling winter lamps, All are the undying offspring of one Sire: |