Tintern Abbey Flashcards
the blessing of nature
Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze/ A visitant that while it fans my cheek.
sees the landscape when not there
These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me/ As is a landscape to a blind man’s eye.
the sweetness it brings when in rooms in the city
But oft, in lonely rooms, and ‘mid the din/ of towns and cities I have owed to them,/ In hours of weariness, sensations sweet.
it lightens the world
‘That blessed mood,/ In which the burthen of the mystery,/ In which the heavy and weary weight/ of all this unintelligible world,/ is lightened.
remembering how often in spirit he has turned to nature
unprofitable and the fever of the world/ Have hung upon the beatings of my heart/ How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee,/ O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro’ the words, How often has my spirit turned to thee!
the thoughts of nature heal him during ‘solitude, fear, pain or grief.’
When thy mind/ Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms/ Thy memory be as a dwelling-place/ For all sweet sounds and harmonies; Oh! then/ If solitude or fear, or pain, or grief/ Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts/ Of tender joy wilt thou remember me.
Mature response helps him and gives him joy
‘A presence that disturbs me with the joy/ Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime/ Of something far more deeply interfused,’
His rock in life
‘The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,/ The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul/ Of all my moral being.’
