Itisnotmerelythatyoumaynotbeofaccordontheobjectsandcircumstancesthatpresentthemselvesbeforeyou-thesemayrecallanumberofobjects，，andsometimesstillfondlyclutchthem，；andontheotherhand，tohavetounravelthismysteryofourbeingateveryturn，andtomakeotherstakeanequalinterestinit（otherwisetheendisnotanswered），“giveitanunderstanding，butnotongue.”MyoldfriendColeridge，however，’sdayandconvertalandscapeintoadidacticpoemoraPindaricode.“Hetalkedfarabovesinging.”IfIcouldsoclothemyideasinsoundingandflowingwords，Imightperhapswishtohavesomeonewithmetoadmiretheswellingtheme；orIcouldbemorecontent，“thatfinemadnessinthemwhichourfirstpoetshad”；andiftheycouldhavebeencaughtbysomerareinstrument，wouldhavebreathedsuchstainsasthefollowing：“HerebewoodsasgreenAsany，airlikewiseasfreshandsweetAswhensmoothZephyrusplaysonthefleetFaceofthecurledstreams，withflowers’asmanyAstheyoungspringgives，andaschoiceasany；Herebeallnewdelights，coolstreamandwells，Arbourso’ergrownwithwoodbine，cavesanddells；Choosewherethouwilt，whilstIsitbyandsing，Orgatherrushestomakemanyaring，Forthelongfingers；telltheetalesoflove，HowthepalePhoebe，huntinginagrove，FirstsawtheboyEndymion，fromwhoseeyesShetooketernalfirethatneverdies；Howsheconvey’dhimsoftlyinasleepHistemplesboundwithpoppy，tothesteepHeadofoldLatmos，whereshestoopseachnight，Gildingthemountainwithherbrother’slight，Tokisshersweetest.”…
Ihavenoobjectiontogotoseeruins，aqueducts，pictures，incompanywithafriendoraparty，butratherthecontrary，，，，butStonehengewillbearadiscussionantiquarian，picturesque，，thefirstconsiderationalwaysiswhereweshallgoto，intakingasolitaryramble，thequestioniswhatweshallmeetwithbytheway.“Themindisitsownplace”；.IoncetookapartytoOxfordwithnomeanéclat-showedthemthatseatoftheMusesatadistance，“Withglisteringspiresandpinnaclesadorn’d-”descantedonthelearnedairthatbreathesfromthegrassyquadranglesandstonewallsofhallsandcollegeswasathomeintheBodleian；AndatBlenheimquitesupersededthepowderedCiceronethatattendedus，，，thisrelief，whichwasatfirstaluxury，；，sooppositetoallone’sordinarytrainofideas，oneseemsaspeciesbyone’sself，alimbtornofffromsociety，unlessonecanmeetwithinstantfellowshipandsupport.-YetIdidnotfeelthiswantorcravingverypressingonce，，busymurmuroftheplacewaslikeoilandwinepouredintomyears；nordidthemariners’hymn，whichwassungfromthetopofanoldcrazyvesselintheharbour，asthesunwentdown，“thevine-coveredhillsandgayregionsofFrance，”erectandsatisfied；fortheimageofmanwasnotcastdownandchainedtothefootofarbitrarythrones：Iwasatnolossforlanguage，，heroes，glory，freedoms，allarefled，nothingremainsbuttheBourbonsandtheFrenchpeople！-Thereisundoubtedlyasensationintravellingintoforeignpartsthatistobehadnowhereelse，，and，likeadreamoranotherstateofexistence，；andtofeelthepulseofouroldtransportsreviveverykeenly，wemust“jump”，thetimewehavespentthereisbothdelightful，andinonesenseinstructive；butitappearstobecutoutofoursubstantialdownrightexistence，，butanother，andperhapsmoreenviableindividual，，，“OutofmycountryandmyselfIgo.”Thosewhowishtoforgetpainfulthoughts，dowelltoabsentthemselvesforawhilefromthetiesandobjectsthatrecallthem；，ifIcouldanywhereborrowanotherlifetospendafterwardsathome！
