Trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home.
[DZ] Compare book i. l. 200.—ED.
[EA] Compare book i. ll. 215-16.—ED.
[EB] Compare Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey, ll. 83-85 (vol. ii. p. 54)—
That time is past
And all its aching joys are now no more,
And all its dizzy raptures.
[EC] See Matthew Sylvester's Reliquiæ Baxterianæ, or the Life of Richard Baxter, book i. part i. l. 213, p. 32: "To despise earth is easy to me; but not so easy to be acquainted and conversant in Heaven. I have nothing in this world which I could not easily let go: but to get satisfying apprehension of the other world is the great and grievous difficulty."
See also Wordsworth's note, p. 387.—ED.