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.

And, through the turnings intricate of verse, Present themselves as objects recognised, In flashes, and with glory not their own.

And, through the turnings intricate of verse, Present themselves as objects recognised, In flashes, and with glory not their own.

And, through the turnings intricate of verse, Present themselves as objects recognised, In flashes, and with glory not their own.