Sir Thomas Noon Talfourd

XII: On The Reception Of The Poet Wordsworth At Oxford (1839)

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Never till now did mighty truth prevail
With such felicities of place and time,
As in those shouts sent forth with joy sublime
From the full heart of England's Youth, to hail
Her once neglected bard, within the pale
Of Learning's fairest Citadel! That voice,
In which the Future thunders bids rejoice
Some who through wintry fortunes did not fail
To bless with love as deep as life, the name
Thus welcomed;--who, in happy silence, share
The triumph; while their fondest musings claim
Unhoped-for echoes in the joyous air,
That to their long-loved Poet's spirit bear
A Nation's promise of undying fame.

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