...looking forth by light Of moon or favoring stars, I could behold 3* The antechapel where the statue stood Of Newton with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone. Of College labors, of the Lecturer's room...

...forth by light Of moon or favoring stars, I could behold 3* A The antechapel where the statue stood Of Newton with his prism and silent face. The marble index of a mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone. Of College labors, of the Lecturer's room...

...looking forth by light Of moon or favouring stars, I could behold The antechapel where the statue stood Of Newton with his prism and silent face. The marble index of a mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone. Of College labours, of the Lecturer's room...

...favouring stars," and there behold through the majestic windows of Trinity Chapel, the pale statue " Of Newton with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone." It must not be supposed, however, from what...

...looking forth by light Of moon or favoring stars, I could behold The antechapel where the statue stood Of Newton, with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone. Of College labors, — of the Lecturer's...

...rises to grandeur, and then Wordsworth is nobly worthy of it : The antechapel, where the statue stood Of Newton with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone. But the supreme poet is he who is thoroughly...

...rises to grandeur, and then Wordsworth is nobly worthy of it : The antechapel, where the statue stood Of Newton with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone. But the supreme poet is he who is thoroughly...

...the first novelty of college life was over, he grew dissatisfied with idleness. Sometimes, too, he was haunted by prudent fears about his future maintenance....prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone." He read Chaucer under the hawthorn by Trompington...

...of those whom he could not see. As he lay in his bedroom in 1804. Wordsworth : the Man and the Poet. St. John's, he could look into the ante-chapel of...Newton with his prism and silent face, The marble index oT a mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone." He read Chancer under the hawthorn...

...looking forth by light Of moon or favouring stars, I could behold The antechapel where the statue stood Of Newton with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone. Of College labours, of the Lecturer's room...