...ray, and find no dawn : So thick a drop serene hath quench 'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. 5. Yet not the more, Cease I to wander where the Muses...Nightly I visit : nor sometimes forget Those other two equal'd with me in fate, So were I equal'd with them in renown ! Blind Thamyris, and blind Maeonides...

...vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, e same sad prospect find, And wake to all the griefs...dead calm of fix'd repose : No pulse that riots, and warbting flow, Nightly I visit: nor sometimes forget Those other two equall'd with me in fate, So were...

...no dawn; Or dim suffusion veiled. Yet not the more So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Cease I to wander, where the muses haunt Clear spring,...chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, Nightly I visit: nor sometimes forget That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Those other two...

...vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quench 'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I...haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Sinit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash...

...he is conscious of following in the steps of Milton, who in his own invocation to his Muse declares: Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses...or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song. So Wordsworth, preparing himself like Milton for his task, reminds us of the last lines of Paradise...

...in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quencht thir Orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I...the love of sacred Song; but chief Thee Sion and the flow'ry Brooks beneath That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit: nor sometimes...

...in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quencht thir Orbs, Or dim suffusion veild. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Cleer Spring, or shadie Grove, or Sunnie Hill, Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief Thee Sion...

...18. Magdalo By jointure (the estate given to a wife in lieu of her dower) Mary is called 'Magdalene'. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses...haunt Clear Spring, or shady Grove, or Sunny Hill. 20. sonnets short lyrics, not necessarily, as here, poems fourteen lines in length. 21. beat passion....

...his blindness, but his only persistent action is to wander in search of an agency outside himself: Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses...grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song . . . (III. 26-29) And if the poet's thoughts are at one point said to be voluntary — "thoughts,...

...in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quencht thir Orbs, Or dim suffusion veild. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Cleer Spring, or shadie Grove, or Sunnie Hill, Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief Thee Sion...