And, through the turnings intricate of verse,
Present themselves as objects recognised,
In flashes, and with glory not their own.
The Prelude (1850) bk. 5, l. 605
And, through the turnings intricate of verse,
Present themselves as objects recognised,
In flashes, and with glory not their own.
The Prelude (1850) bk. 5, l. 605