SONNET BY THE LATE HARTLEY COLERIDGE: ΤΟ 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 RECEPTION OF THE POET WORDSWORTH AT OXFORD. O NEVER did a mighty truth prevail As in those shouts sent forth with joy sublime I thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven, And they that from the zenith dart their beams, 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, Among the branches of the leafless trees; |