William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт)

The Brownie

“HOW disappeared he?” Ask the newt and toad;
Ask of his fellow-men, and they will tell
How he was found, cold as an icicle,
Under an arch of that forlorn abode;
Where he, unpropped, and by the gathering flood	
Of years hemmed round, had dwelt, prepared to try
Privation’s worst extremities, and die
With no one near save the omnipresent God.
Verily so to live was an awful choice,—	
A choice that wears the aspect of a doom;
But in the mould of mercy all is cast
For souls familiar with the eternal voice;
And this forgotten taper to the last
Drove from itself, we trust, all frightful gloom.

1. Roman Antiquities
2. Inscription Intended for a Stone in the Grounds of Rydal Mount
3. Iona
4. Monument of Mrs. Howard
5. Filial Piety

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