ONE THOUSAND FAMOUS THINGS
The Wise Man in the Shadow of Defeat

NOT unconsoled, I wait—in hope
To see the moment when the righteous cause
Shall gain defenders zealous and devout
As they who have opposed her ; in which Virtue
Will to her efforts tolerate no bounds
That are not lofty as her rights ; aspiring
By impulse of her own ethereal zeal.
That spirit only can redeem mankind ;
And when that sacred spirit shall appear,
Then shall our triumph be complete as theirs,
Yet shall this confidence prove vain, the wise
Have still the keeping of their proper peace,
Are guardians of their own tranquillity.

Wordsworth*'$ Excursion

Whose Dwelling is the Light of Setting Suns
FOR I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity,
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue. And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts ; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean, and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man ;
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things.
Wordsworth's Tintern Abbey
To One Dying in a Great Cause
-r IVE and take comfort. Thou hast left behind
JLf Powers that will work for thee ; air, earth, and skies ;
There's not a breathing of the common wind
That will forget thee ; thou hast great allies :
Thy friends are exultations, agonies,
And love, and man's unconquerable mind.
Wordsworth* on Toussaynt L'Ouverttwe,
starved to death in a dungeon by Napoleon