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NOT hurled precipitous from steep to
steep;
Lingering no more 'mid
flower-enamelled lands
And blooming thickets; nor by rocky
bands
Held; but in radiant progress toward
the Deep
Where mightiest rivers into powerless
sleep
Sink, and forget their nature--'now'
expands
Majestic Duddon, over smooth flat
sands
Gliding in silence with unfettered
sweep!
Beneath an ampler sky a region wide
Is opened round him:--hamlets,
towers, and towns, 10
And blue-topped hills, behold him
from afar;
In stately mien to sovereign Thames
allied
Spreading his bosom under Kentish
downs,
With commerce freighted, or
triumphant war.
The series draws to a conclusion in
elegiac mode, the movement and pace of this sonnet is very fine, the journey of
the river is summarised in just a few lines and the slowing current of the
river as it expands towards the estuary is captured with two beautifully
position enjambments ‘Held’ (L.4) and ‘Sink’ (L.6).
Towards the end of the series
Wordsworth asserts the relationship between the local and the national, and
though he states his ‘native stream’ is in ‘stately mien to sovereign Thames’,
nevertheless he is making the case that local landscape is as appropriate a
subject for poetry as the Thames, which is a symbol of national economic and
military power.
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