Tenets Of Wordsworth In Resolution And Independence — страница 3

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thus bespake”What occupation do you there pursue?This is a lonesome place for one like you.”Ere he replied, a flash of mild surpriseBroke from the sable orbs of his yet-vivid eyes.14His words came feebly, from a feeble chest,But each in solemn order followed each,With something of a lofty utterance drest-Choice word and measured phrase, above the reachOf ordinary men; a stately speech;Such as grave Livers do in Scotland use,Religious men, who give to God and man their dues.15He told, that to these waters he had comeTo gather leeches, being old and poor;Employment hazardous and wearisome!And he had many hardships to endure:From pond to pond he roamed from moor to moor;Housing with God’s good help, by choice or by chance;And in this way he gained honest maintenance.16The old

Man still stood talking by my side;But now his voice to me was like a streamScarce heard; nor word from word could I divide;And the whole body of the man did seemLike one whom I had met with in a dream;Or like a man from some far region sent, To give me human strength by apt admonishment.17My Former thoughts returned: the fear that kills;And hope that is unwilling to be fed;Cold, pain, and labor, and all fleshy ills;And mighty Poets in their misery dead.Perplexed, and longing to be comforted,My question eagerly did I renew,”How is it that you live,and what is it you do?”18He with a smile did then his words repeat;And said, that, gathering leeches, far and wideHe traveled; stirring thus about his feetThe waters of the pools where they abide.”Once I could meet with them on

every side;But they have dwindled long by slow decay;Yet still preserve, and find them where they may.”19While he was talking thus, the lonely place,The old Man’s shape, and speech-all troubled me:In my mind’s eye I seemed to see him paceAbout the weary moors continually,Wandering about alone and silently.While I these thoughts within myself pursued,He, having made a pause, the same discourse renewed.20And soon with this he other matter blended,Cheerfully uttered, with demeanor kind,But stately in the main; and when he ended,I could have laughed myself to scorn to findIn that decrepit Man so firm a mind.”God,” said I, “be my help and stay secure;I’ll think of the leech-gatherer on the lonely moor!”