Unit 4: Part 2 Vocabulary I

Not for this
Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts
Have followed; for such loss, I would believe,
Abundant recompense.

What temper at the prospect did not wake
To happiness unthought of? The inert
Were roused, and lively natures rapt away!

While resentment rose
Striving to hide, what nought could heal, the wounds
Of mortified presumption, I adhered
More firmly to old tenets

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

Milton! thou should’st be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stagnant waters

Of my ancestral acres, at the spot
Where a road, scarred by many rainfalls, climbs
The hill, three pine-trees stand—one by itself,
The others close together.

But in the distance
Their solitary comrade stands, morose,
Like some old bachelor, and round its roots
All is barren as before.

Flowers of rarest bloom
Proffering their perfume
Mixed with the vague fragrances of amber

The stream swirls. The wind moans in
The pines. Gray rats scurry over
Broken tiles.

I sit on the grass and
Start a poem, but the pathos of
It overcomes me.

The future
Slips imperceptibly away.
Who can say what the years will bring?