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Book Twelfth [Imagination And Taste, How Impaired And Restored ]

LONG time have human ignorance and guilt
Detained us, on what spectacles of woe
Compelled to look, and inwardly oppressed
With sorrow, disappointment, vexing thoughts,
Confusion of the judgment, zeal decayed,
And, lastly, utter loss of hope itself
And things to hope for! Not with these began
Our song, and not with these our song must end.
Ye motions of delight, that haunt the sides
Of the green hills; ye breezes and soft airs,
Whose subtle intercourse with breathing flowers,
Feelingly watched, might teach Man's haughty race
How without Injury to take, to give
Without offence; ye who, as if to show
The wondrous influence of power gently used,
Bend the complying heads of lordly pines,
And, with a touch, shift the stupendous clouds
Through the whole compass of the sky; ye brooks,
Muttering along the stones, a busy noise
By day, a quiet sound in silent night;
Ye waves, that out of the great deep steal forth
In a calm hour to kiss the pebbly shore,
Not mute, and then retire, fearing no storm;
And you, ye groves, whose ministry it is
To interpose the covert of your shades,
Even as a sleep, between the heart of man
And outward troubles, between man himself,
Not seldom, and his own uneasy heart:
Oh! that I had a music and a voice
Harmonious as your own, that I might tell
What ye have done for me. The morning shines,
Nor heedeth Man's perverseness; Spring returns,--
I saw the Spring return, and could rejoice,
In common with the children of her love,
Piping on boughs, or sporting on fresh fields,
Or boldly seeking pleasure nearer heaven
On wings that navigate cerulean skies.
So neither were complacency, nor peace,
Nor tender yearnings, wanting for my good
Through these distracted times; in Nature still
Glorying, I found a counterpoise in her,
Which, when the spirit of evil reached its height,
Maintained for me a secret happiness.

This narrative, my Friend! hath chiefly told
Of intellectual power, fostering love,
Dispensing truth, and, over men and things,
Where reason yet might hesitate, diffusing
Prophetic sympathies of genial faith:
So was I favoured--such my happy lot--
Until that natural graciousness of mind
Gave way to overpressure from the times
And their disastrous issues. What availed,
When spells forbade the voyager to land,
That fragrant notice of a pleasant shore
Wafted, at intervals, from many a bower
Of blissful gratitude and fearless love?
Dare I avow that wish was mine to see,
And hope that future times 'would' surely see,
The man to come, parted, as by a gulph,
From him who had been; that I could no more
Trust the elevation which had made me one
With the great family that still survives
To illuminate the abyss of ages past,
Sage, warrior, patriot, hero; for it seemed
That their best virtues were not free from taint
Of something false and weak, that could not stand
The open eye of Reason. Then I said,
'Go to the Poets, they will speak to thee
More perfectly of purer creatures;--yet
If reason be nobility in man,
Can aught be more ignoble than the man
Whom they delight in, blinded as he is
By prejudice, the miserable slave
Of low ambition or distempered love?'

In such strange passion, if I may once more
Review the past, I warred against myself--
A bigot to a new idolatry--
Like a cowled monk who hath forsworn the world,
Zealously laboured to cut off my heart
From all the sources of her former strength;
And as, by simple waving of a wand,
The wizard instantaneously dissolves
Palace or grove, even so could I unsoul
As readily by syllogistic words
Those mysteries of being which have made,
And shall continue evermore to make,
Of the whole human race one brotherhood.

What wonder, then, if, to a mind so far
Perverted, even the visible Universe
Fell under the dominion of a taste
Less spiritual, with microscopic view
Was scanned, as I had scanned the moral world?

O Soul of Nature! excellent and fair!
That didst rejoice with me, with whom I, too,
Rejoiced through early youth, before the winds
And roaring waters, and in lights and shades
That marched and countermarched about the hills
In glorious apparition, Powers on whom
I daily waited, now all eye and now
All ear; but never long without the heart
Employed, and man's unfolding intellect:
O Soul of Nature! that, by laws divine
Sustained and governed, still dost overflow
With an impassioned life, what feeble ones
Walk on this earth! how feeble have I been
When thou wert in thy strength! Nor this through stroke
Of human suffering, such as justifies
Remissness and inaptitude of mind,
But through presumption; even in pleasure pleased
Unworthily, disliking here, and there
Liking; by rules of mimic art transferred
To things above all art; but more,--for this,
Although a strong infection of the age,
Was never much my habit--giving way
To a comparison of scene with scene,
Bent overmuch on superficial things,
Pampering myself with meagre novelties
Of colour and proportion; to the moods
Of time and season, to the moral power,
The affections and the spirit of the place,
Insensible. Nor only did the love
Of sitting thus in judgment interrupt
My deeper feelings, but another cause,
More subtle and less easily explained,
That almost seems inherent in the creature,
A twofold frame of body and of mind.
I speak in recollection of a time
When the bodily eye, in every stage of life
The most despotic of our senses, gained
Such strength in 'me' as often held my mind
In absolute dominion. Gladly here,
Entering upon abstruser argument,
Could I endeavour to unfold the means
Which Nature studiously employs to thwart
This tyranny, summons all the senses each
To counteract the other, and themselves,
And makes them all, and the objects with which all
Are conversant, subservient in their turn
To the great ends of Liberty and Power.
But leave we this: enough that my delights
(Such as they were) were sought insatiably.
Vivid the transport, vivid though not profound;
I roamed from hill to hill, from rock to rock,
Still craving combinations of new forms,
New pleasure, wider empire for the sight,
Proud of her own endowments, and rejoiced
To lay the inner faculties asleep.
Amid the turns and counterturns, the strife
And various trials of our complex being,
As we grow up, such thraldom of that sense
Seems hard to shun. And yet I knew a maid,
A young enthusiast, who escaped these bonds;
Her eye was not the mistress of her heart;
Far less did rules prescribed by passive taste,
Or barren intermeddling subtleties,
Perplex her mind; but, wise as women are
When genial circumstance hath favoured them,
She welcomed what was given, and craved no more;
Whate'er the scene presented to her view
That was the best, to that she was attuned
By her benign simplicity of life,
And through a perfect happiness of soul,
Whose variegated feelings were in this
Sisters, that they were each some new delight.
Birds in the bower, and lambs in the green field,
Could they have known her, would have loved; methought
Her very presence such a sweetness breathed,
That flowers, and trees, and even the silent hills,
And everything she looked on, should have had
An intimation how she bore herself
Towards them and to all creatures. God delights
In such a being; for, her common thoughts
Are piety, her life is gratitude.

Even like this maid, before I was called forth
From the retirement of my native hills,
I loved whate'er I saw: nor lightly loved,
But most intensely; never dreamt of aught
More grand, more fair, more exquisitely framed
Than those few nooks to which my happy feet
Were limited. I had not at that time
Lived long enough, nor in the least survived
The first diviner influence of this world,
As it appears to unaccustomed eyes.
Worshipping them among the depth of things,
As piety ordained, could I submit
To measured admiration, or to aught
That should preclude humility and love?
I felt, observed, and pondered; did not judge,
Yea, never thought of judging; with the gift
Of all this glory filled and satisfied.
And afterwards, when through the gorgeous Alps
Roaming, I carried with me the same heart:
In truth, the degradation--howsoe'er
Induced, effect, in whatsoe'er degree,
Of custom that prepares a partial scale
In which the little oft outweighs the great;
Or any other cause that hath been named;
Or lastly, aggravated by the times
And their impassioned sounds, which well might make
The milder minstrelsies of rural scenes
Inaudible--was transient; I had known
Too forcibly, too early in my life,
Visitings of imaginative power
For this to last: I shook the habit off
Entirely and for ever, and again
In Nature's presence stood, as now I stand,
A sensitive being, a 'creative' soul.

There are in our existence spots of time,
That with distinct pre-eminence retain
A renovating virtue, whence--depressed
By false opinion and contentious thought,
Or aught of heavier or more deadly weight,
In trivial occupations, and the round
Of ordinary intercourse--our minds
Are nourished and invisibly repaired;
A virtue, by which pleasure is enhanced,
That penetrates, enables us to mount,
When high, more high, and lifts us up when fallen.
This efficacious spirit chiefly lurks
Among those passages of life that give
Profoundest knowledge to what point, and how,
The mind is lord and master--outward sense
The obedient servant of her will. Such moments
Are scattered everywhere, taking their date
From our first childhood. I remember well,
That once, while yet my inexperienced hand
Could scarcely hold a bridle, with proud hopes
I mounted, and we journeyed towards the hills:
An ancient servant of my father's house
Was with me, my encourager and guide:
We had not travelled long, ere some mischance
Disjoined me from my comrade; and, through fear
Dismounting, down the rough and stony moor
I led my horse, and, stumbling on, at length
Came to a bottom, where in former times
A murderer had been hung in iron chains.
The gibbet-mast had mouldered down, the bones
And iron case were gone; but on the turf,
Hard by, soon after that fell deed was wrought,
Some unknown hand had carved the murderer's name.
The monumental letters were inscribed
In times long past; but still, from year to year
By superstition of the neighbourhood,
The grass is cleared away, and to this hour
The characters are fresh and visible:
A casual glance had shown them, and I fled,
Faltering and faint, and ignorant of the road:
Then, reascending the bare common, saw
A naked pool that lay beneath the hills,
The beacon on the summit, and, more near,
A girl, who bore a pitcher on her head,
And seemed with difficult steps to force her way
Against the blowing wind. It was, in truth,
An ordinary sight; but I should need
Colours and words that are unknown to man,
To paint the visionary dreariness
Which, while I looked all round for my lost guide,
Invested moorland waste and naked pool,
The beacon crowning the lone eminence,
The female and her garments vexed and tossed
By the strong wind. When, in the blessed hours
Of early love, the loved one at my side,
I roamed, in daily presence of this scene,
Upon the naked pool and dreary crags,
And on the melancholy beacon, fell
A spirit of pleasure and youth's golden gleam;
And think ye not with radiance more sublime
For these remembrances, and for the power
They had left behind? So feeling comes in aid
Of feeling, and diversity of strength
Attends us, if but once we have been strong.
Oh! mystery of man, from what a depth
Proceed thy honours. I am lost, but see
In simple childhood something of the base
On which thy greatness stands; but this I feel,
That from thyself it comes, that thou must give,
Else never canst receive. The days gone by
Return upon me almost from the dawn
Of life: the hiding-places of man's power
Open; I would approach them, but they close.
I see by glimpses now; when age comes on,
May scarcely see at all; and I would give,
While yet we may, as far as words can give,
Substance and life to what I feel, enshrining,
Such is my hope, the spirit of the Past
For future restoration.--Yet another
Of these memorials:--
One Christmas-time,
On the glad eve of its dear holidays,
Feverish, and tired, and restless, I went forth
Into the fields, impatient for the sight
Of those led palfreys that should bear us home;
My brothers and myself. There rose a crag,
That, from the meeting-point of two highways
Ascending, overlooked them both, far stretched;
Thither, uncertain on which road to fix
My expectation, thither I repaired,
Scout-like, and gained the summit; 'twas a day
Tempestuous, dark, and wild, and on the grass
I sate half-sheltered by a naked wall;
Upon my right hand couched a single sheep,
Upon my left a blasted hawthorn stood;
With those companions at my side, I watched
Straining my eyes intensely, as the mist
Gave intermitting prospect of the copse
And plain beneath. Ere we to school returned,--
That dreary time,--ere we had been ten days
Sojourners in my father's house, he died;
And I and my three brothers, orphans then,
Followed his body to the grave. The event,
With all the sorrow that it brought, appeared
A chastisement; and when I called to mind
That day so lately past, when from the crag
I looked in such anxiety of hope;
With trite reflections of morality,
Yet in the deepest passion, I bowed low
To God, Who thus corrected my desires;
And, afterwards, the wind and sleety rain,
And all the business of the elements,
The single sheep, and the one blasted tree,
And the bleak music from that old stone wall,
The noise of wood and water, and the mist
That on the line of each of those two roads
Advanced in such indisputable shapes;
All these were kindred spectacles and sounds
To which I oft repaired, and thence would drink,
As at a fountain; and on winter nights,
Down to this very time, when storm and rain
Beat on my roof, or, haply, at noon-day,
While in a grove I walk, whose lofty trees,
Laden with summer's thickest foliage, rock
In a strong wind, some working of the spirit,
Some inward agitations thence are brought,
Whate'er their office, whether to beguile
Thoughts over busy in the course they took,
Or animate an hour of vacant ease.

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Long Time

Lasting for a long time, our guesses are true,
The miscellaneous questions are asked
As he jolts us in our speech and uncovers
A new contemplation, a council needed.
There may be cracks in the wall, fining and suing,
But the job surges and sucks, serving and deluding
For the people to be.
This lasts for a long time, an awe is expected
When lights are out, when we believe in this poem.
To shoot a target called soft and cute is enormous task
But the speech may take you, may take you away.

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Robert Louis Stevenson

Long Time I Lay In Little Ease


LONG time I lay in little ease
Where, placed by the Turanian,
Marseilles, the many-masted, sees
The blue Mediterranean.

Now songful in the hour of sport,
Now riotous for wages,
She camps around her ancient port,
As ancient of the ages.

Algerian airs through all the place
Unconquerably sally;
Incomparable women pace
The shadows of the alley.

And high o'er dark and graving yard
And where the sky is paler,
The golden virgin of the guard
Shines, beckoning the sailor.

She hears the city roar on high,
Thief, prostitute, and banker;
She sees the masted vessels lie
Immovably at anchor.

She sees the snowy islets dot
The sea's immortal azure,
And If, that castellated spot,
Tower, turret, and embrasure.

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Your Loves Been A Long Time Coming

(words & music by r. bourke)
The first time I saw you I knew I was hooked on somebody other than me
The first time I held you, your soft lips and blue eyes
Were as far as my eyes could see
Yes here in my arms I knew I had found the reason that Im living for
And I felt the feeling, such a wonderful feeling
That Id never felt before
Baby, youre loves been a long time coming
Baby your loves got a hold on me
Baby your loves sure got me humming
Baby your loves been a long time coming
Deep in my heart theres a feeling I never knew
Until I saw a love that was very new
Im gonna tell everyone what good love can do
Baby, youre loves been a long time coming
Baby your loves got a hold on me
Baby your loves sure got me humming
Baby your loves been a long time coming
Baby, youre loves been a long time coming
Baby your loves got a hold on me

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I Have Gone Long, Long Time

I have gone long, long time
Not knowing where to find you-
Peace was never meant for me,
Only heartache and tears-

I have gone long, long time
Without you, darling,
Losing hope that we'll ever
Be together,
But I walked alone and stayed
The course-

I have gone long, long time
Thinking of you, knowing
It was you who would be
There in the end-

The light that would lead me
Back home.

I have gone long, long time
Loving you and missing you,
Knowing well that the path
Would be winding and filled
With pain.

I have gone long, long time
Through the rivers of solitude,
Through the nights of despair,
Through the crowds of anonymity-

Just to hear your voice crystal clear,
Just to touch your lips and feel
The warmth of your hands,
Embracing me.

I have gone long, long time
Through the hills of pain
And the deserts of banality,
Through the corridors filled
With empty laughter and ignorance.

I have gone long, long time
Just to tell you I love you, darling.

March 7,2006

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In Itself, A Long Time Ago, But Which We Did Not Notice

at the earliest hour of the morning
this first day of January, i hear a faint cry from the
valley, outside this old house, seemingly like a
cry from my imagination,
my mind listening to the sound
of its making

i knew i heard it, it was like
a shrill voice of a little girl,
or was it a parrot, or the vine,
or from the distant wind,

sunlight lands in my skin from its distant flight
no longer a soft shade, or a leaning shadow, a little shallow
it is outside my flesh, this body

it does not come from this daily monologue
of a memory fading with the passage of time
the sun emerges from the hills and mountains
and walls and fences, and boundaries, and markings
outside my body

that faint cry - it has a personal note of its own
like a blow of a horn, it comes from the sun's majesty

surrounded by the laces of its own
magnificent roundness, yet still far away from me
a trillion miles, a number of light years

it is like a fresh awareness, a new way of looking at things, of what
was there a long time ago.

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Wasn't It Sold a Long Time Ago

Why are people so alarmed?
And what is it are they wishing to take back?
And from whom?

When did they lose it,
And who took that away?

Dignity and pride?
The last time I witnessed that...
It was on life support.
And I don't think they were able,
To bring any of it back.

Let's see...mmm,
Oh yeah,
Remember when homelessness, poverty and hunger
Were all associated with the inner city folks?
Now everybody wants to get into the act.
Still has taken two or three steps back!

Why are people so alarmed?
And what is it are they wishing to take back?
And from whom?

Jobs and...well, jobs!
Remember the terms downsized and outsourced?
Can you say...
Betrayal and deceit?
And add corporate greed to that.

High prices?
Low or no wages!
The economy is on the brink.
Banks are closing.
No one dares to mention truth.
Or the pollution done to the environment.

Why are people so alarmed?
And what is it are they wishing to take back?
And from whom?

Not too many are far away from ignorance.
So that can't be what they are wishing to take back.
And if it is the country they refer to?
Wasn't it sold a long time ago...
When racism was used as a distraction?

This country has been ripped to shreds!
With few wishing to prioritize,
A patching of this quilt done.

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I Have Been Going Down A Long Time


I have been going down a long time-
I am going down now-
Down down down down-
To the grave
I am worthy of-

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Green Hills

Green hills,
mist, rich
rising ridge
fog filled
plunging fields
black, weightless
rise poised
from bare bank
the grass of

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After A Long Time Separationn

I want to go home
to fix my mama's broken chair.

I want to go home
to play with my little darling.

I want to go home
after a long time separation
from my two beloved.

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It Took Me A Long Time

it took me a very
long time
to realize that i

love you, and now that
my words are
dressed on their
Sunday's best

to let you know
what was unsaid before

the door of your church
is already closed

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Long time no see brother

Long time no see brother
Long time no think about you
Long time no without you
How are you doing?
Still a live?
Long time no see brother
I need you all
I need yours spirit
I need you all beside me
Before I passed
Before I leave you
I need you brother

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But Even Ashes Are Cried Over, Sometimes Even For A Long Time

Life is amazing
in that
it makes us forget....
but even ashes
are sometimes
cried over...

even for
a very long

tell me more
the name
of that ash?

for whom shall
you grieve?

for whom
you have loved?

for whom
you have died?

for whom
you have lived again....

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A Long Time From Now

I make no excuses
for the love I have for my wife.
She is the nearest thing to heaven
that I have in my life.
I dread to think of the time
when she will no longer be there,
and wonder if I will be able to cope
with the longing and despair.
Hopefully it will be
a long, long time from now.

6 March 2008

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The Boy who Sees His Dark Face After a Long Time

A market place where nearby
The old Railway station
Under the hot Sun,
The shoeshine boy
Not yet ten
With his holey satchel
Who shines the old retired
Bachelor Station Master's shoes
And he sees on the toe his dark face
After a long time since the day
Broke the mirror
And kicked his Mom away
By the drunkard father!

(To the Brazilian authoress Carolina Maria de Jesus
for her diary 'Child of Darkness'.)

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A Long Time Ago

we were children splashing water
on the river
our dialogues are nothing but laughter
we put no blame
on anybody

the wind our allies and the sun our god
the moon our mother
the caves our secret homes
the sea our ancestors
the land our father

that was long time ago
now we have different names
and we made them our enemies

we shall miss those times
we sit here gritting our teeth
we sit here
on such loud noise
we wait for the promised destruction.

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It Took a Long Time

I come first.
It took a long time,
For me to thirst for life like that.

For me to realize,
A happiness I wanted...
Was not going to be delivered,
Wrapped in a package.
As a surprise to be gifted...
Off of anyone's back.

And any happiness I would experience...
I had to supply it!
While listening to everyone else,
Say they've been denied...
After doing the trial and error bit.
To be left alone to cry!

And I'm not one to sit and sympathize.

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A Long Time, A Long Way To Go

Its a long time and a long way to go
What was once mine isnt mine anymore
All my fears you would not find me
All behind me
Its a long way and a long time to come
When our hearts stray and the troubles begun
Ill forget it if you make me
Please just take me if you will
I know that if you will
Nothing you can say could block my way
Nothing you can do to make me not want you
And love you for a long time
Its a long time and a long way to go
But in my mind there is one thing I know
For as long as were together
Love forever

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Never Is Such A Long Time

The encounter was so brief.
It's as if some theif
came in and stole it away
and never let it stay.
One year became a lifetime.
Two lives became like one.
There's not a day that will ever pass
and never a night to come
when the lonely ache will leave me
and let me just succumb
to a peaceful existance without you,
one where I'm not numb.

Time now moves so slowly
and my heart beats slower too.
It's like it's forgotten how to race
like it did from the sight of you.
Why do they say 'Time heals all wounds? '
My wound will last forever.
How will I feel like living again?
My mind just answers never.
And never is such a long time,
longer than it should ever be.

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Never Is A Long Time

You build it up and tear it down, theres no reason to follow you. you left the song without a sound, you left the story I made for you. softly angels bow and cry in the stillness of the night.
Never is a long time - goodbye. no answers for the asking. its a long time - goodbye. no mercy for the aching. its a long time - oh I see no light on the forsaken. never is a long time - goodb
Ets spend the night when this dream has come to an end.
Sometimes you laugh, sometimes you cry, and yes, Ive cried over you. youve left me blind in paradise. youve left me hungering for the touch of you. snow white angels run and hide in the black
Of the night.
Never is a long time...

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A Long Long Time Ago

a long long time ago
i agree with you
is a long long time ago
things perish
and those fragile like porcelain
shatter into negligible pieces
and on the ground
everything may cover and conceal
like the grass
or the dust or even a heap of leaves
and i
on this day of our meeting may also pretend
that those of the past
are of the past
and shall no more arise and be ghosts that shall
haunt me
but no, you are face to face with me and we do not mention
the word about it
yet the lines of our thoughts show
on the eyebrows
and they speak about the pain
the broken piece
staying like a thorn, a fish bone,
it is still refusing to leave
and you are scratching it
wanting for cure

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