That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you think he
never could recapture The first fine
careless rapture! Robert Browning Dramatic Romances and Lyrics,'Home- Thoughts, from Abroad'.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture
on the lonely shore, There is society,
where none intrudes, By the deep sea,
and music in its roar: I love not man
less, but nature more. Rochdale ^18 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, canto 4, stanza178.
'Is there no more?' She cries.'All this
to love, and rapture's due, Must we not paya
debt to pleasure too?' JohnWilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester c.1672 'The Imperfect Enjoyment', l.22^4 (published1680).
Even so for me a vision sanctified The sway of death;
long ere my eyes had seen Thy countenancethe
still rapture of thy mien When thou, dear
Sister! wert become death's bride: No trace of pain or
languor could abide That changeage on
thy brow was smoothedthy cold Wan cheek at once
was privileged to unfold A loveliness to
living youth denied. Oh! if within me
hope should e'er decline, The lamp of faith,
lost Friend! too faintly burn; The may that
heaven-revealing smile of thine, The bright
assurance, visibly return: And let my spirit
in that power divine Rejoice, as,
through that power, it ceased to mourn. William Wordsworth 'November1836', complete poem (published1837).