Versos English William Wordsworth Iii

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Iii

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List to those shriller notes!--that march Perchance was on the blast, When, through this Height's inverted arch, Rome's earliest legion passed![CW] --They saw, adventurously impelled, And older eyes than theirs beheld, This block--and yon, whose church-like frame Gives to this savage Pass its name.[CX] Aspiring Road! that lov'st to hide Thy daring in a vapoury bourn, Not seldom may the hour return When thou shalt be my guide: And I (as all men may find cause, When life is at a weary pause, And they have panted up the hill Of duty with reluctant will) Be thankful, even though tired and faint, For the rich bounties of constraint; Whence oft invigorating transports flow That choice lacked courage to bestow!