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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of -the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at -www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth -- Volume 8 (of 8) - -Author: William Wordsworth - -Editor: William Knight - -Release Date: August 18, 2016 [EBook #52836] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POETICAL WORKS--WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, VOL 8 *** - - - - -Produced by Jonathan Ingram and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - - - - - - -</pre> - - -<h1>THE POETICAL WORKS<br /> -<span class="smaller">OF</span><br /> -WILLIAM WORDSWORTH<br /> -<br /> -<span class="smaller">VOL. VIII</span></h1> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[i]</a><br /> -<a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii">[ii]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> - -<img src="images/frontispiece.jpg" width="533" height="700" alt="" /> - -<p class="caption"><i>William Wordsworth</i></p> - -<p class="caption"><i>after Thomas Woolner</i></p> - -<p class="caption"><i>Printed by Ch Wittmann Paris</i></p> - -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[iii]</a></span></p> - -<p class="titlepage">THE POETICAL WORKS<br /> -<span class="smaller">OF</span><br /> -<span class="larger">WILLIAM WORDSWORTH</span></p> - -<p class="titlepage"><span class="smaller">EDITED BY</span><br /> -WILLIAM KNIGHT</p> - -<p class="titlepage">VOL. VIII</p> - -<div class="figcenter"> - -<img src="images/titlepage.jpg" width="500" height="350" alt="" /> - -<p class="caption"><i>Gallow Hill</i></p> - -<p class="caption"><i>Yorkshire</i></p> - -</div> - -<p class="titlepage">London<br /> -<span class="smcap">MACMILLAN AND CO., Ltd.</span><br /> -New York: Macmillan & Co.<br /> -1896</p> - -<p class="titlepage smaller"><i>All rights reserved.</i></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[iv]</a></span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[v]</a></span></p> - -<h2>CONTENTS</h2> - -<table summary="Contents"> - <tr> - <td></td><td class="tdr">PAGE</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1834">1834</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lines suggested by a Portrait from the Pencil of F. Stone</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The foregoing Subject resumed</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_6">6</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To a Child</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lines written in the Album of the Countess of Lonsdale, Nov. 5, 1834</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1835">1835</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Why art thou silent? Is thy love a plant”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To the Moon</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To the Moon</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Written after the Death of Charles Lamb</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Upon seeing a Coloured Drawing of the Bird of Paradise in an Album</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Desponding Father! mark this altered bough”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Four fiery steeds impatient of the rein”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To ——</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Roman Antiquities discovered at Bishopstone, Herefordshire</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>St. Catherine of Ledbury</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“By a blest Husband guided, Mary came”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[vi]</a></span>“Oh what a Wreck! how changed in mien and speech!”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1836">1836</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>November 1836</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To a Redbreast—(In Sickness)</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1837">1837</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Six months to six years added he remained”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Memorials of a Tour in Italy, 1837—To Henry Crabb Robinson</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">I.</span> Musings near Aquapendente, April, 1837</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">II.</span> The Pine of Monte Mario at Rome</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">III.</span> At Rome</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">IV.</span> At Rome—Regrets—in Allusion to Niebuhr and other Modern Historians</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">V.</span> Continued</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">VI.</span> Plea for the Historian</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">VII.</span> At Rome</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_62">62</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">VIII.</span> Near Rome, in Sight of St. Peter’s</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">IX.</span> At Albano</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_64">64</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">X.</span> “Near Anio’s stream, I spied a gentle Dove”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">XI.</span> From the Alban Hills, looking towards Rome</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">XII.</span> Near the Lake of Thrasymene</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_66">66</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">XIII.</span> Near the same Lake</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">XIV.</span> The Cuckoo at Laverna</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">XV.</span> At the Convent of Camaldoli</td><td class="tdr">72</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">XVI.</span> Continued</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">XVII.</span> At the Eremite or Upper Convent of Camaldoli</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_74">74</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">XVIII.</span> At Vallombrosa</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">XIX.</span> At Florence</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">XX.</span> Before the Picture of the Baptist, by Raphael, in the Gallery at Florence</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[vii]</a></span>XXI.</span> At Florence—From Michael Angelo</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_80">80</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">XXII.</span> At Florence—From Michael Angelo</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_81">81</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">XXIII.</span> Among the Ruins of a Convent in the Apennines</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">XXIV.</span> In Lombardy</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">XXV.</span> After leaving Italy</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_84">84</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">XXVI.</span> Continued</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>At Bologna, in Remembrance of the late Insurrections, 1837.—<span class="smcapuc">I.</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">II.</span> Continued</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">III.</span> Concluded</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“What if our numbers barely could defy”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A Night Thought</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_88">88</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Widow on Windermere Side</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_89">89</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1838">1838</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To the Planet Venus</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_92">92</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Hark! ’tis the Thrush, undaunted, undeprest”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_93">93</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“’Tis He whose yester-evening’s high disdain”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Composed at Rydal on May Morning, 1838</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Composed on a May Morning, 1838</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_97">97</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A Plea for Authors, May 1838</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Blest Statesman He, whose Mind’s unselfish will”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Valedictory Sonnet</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_102">102</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1839">1839</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sonnets upon the Punishment of Death—</td><td></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">I.</span> Suggested by the View of Lancaster Castle (on the Road from the South)</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_103">103</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">II.</span> “Tenderly do we feel by Nature’s law”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_104">104</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[viii]</a></span><span class="smcapuc">III.</span> “The Roman Consul doomed his sons to die”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">IV.</span> “Is <i>Death</i>, when evil against good has fought”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_106">106</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">V.</span> “Not to the object specially designed”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_106">106</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">VI.</span> “Ye brood of conscience—Spectres! that frequent”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">VII.</span> “Before the world had past her time of youth”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">VIII.</span> “Fit retribution, by the moral code”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_108">108</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">IX.</span> “Though to give timely warning and deter”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_109">109</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">X.</span> “Our bodily life, some plead, that life the shrine”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_109">109</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">XI.</span> “Ah, think how one compelled for life to abide”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">XII.</span> “See the Condemned alone within his cell”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">XIII.</span> Conclusion</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_111">111</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><span class="smcapuc">XIV.</span> Apology</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Men of the Western World! in Fate’s dark book”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1840">1840</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To a Painter</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>On the same Subject</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_115">115</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Poor Robin</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_116">116</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>On a Portrait of the Duke of Wellington upon the Field of Waterloo, by Haydon</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1841">1841</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Epitaph in the Chapel-Yard of Langdale, Westmoreland</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_120">120</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1842">1842</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Intent on gathering wool from hedge and brake”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_122">122</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Prelude, prefixed to the Volume entitled “Poems chiefly of Early and Late Years”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_123">123</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Floating Island</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_125">125</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“The Crescent-moon, the Star of Love”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_127">127</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[ix]</a></span>“<i>A Poet!</i>—He hath put his heart to school”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_127">127</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“The most alluring clouds that mount the sky”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_128">128</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Feel for the wrongs to universal ken”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_129">129</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In Allusion to various Recent Histories and Notices of the French Revolution</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_130">130</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Continued</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_131">131</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Concluded</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_131">131</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Lo! where she stands fixed in a saint-like trance”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_132">132</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Norman Boy</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_132">132</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Poet’s Dream</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_135">135</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Suggested by a Picture of the Bird of Paradise</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_140">140</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To the Clouds</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_142">142</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Airey-Force Valley</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_146">146</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Lyre! though such power do in thy magic live”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_147">147</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Love lies Bleeding</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_148">148</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“They call it Love lies bleeding! rather say”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_150">150</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Companion to the Foregoing</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_150">150</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Cuckoo-Clock</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_151">151</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Wansfell! this Household has a favoured lot”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_153">153</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Though the bold wings of Poesy affect”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_154">154</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Glad sight wherever new with old”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_154">154</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1843">1843</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“While beams of orient light shoot wide and high”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_156">156</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Inscription for a Monument in Crosthwaite Church, in the Vale of Keswick</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_157">157</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To the Rev. Christopher Wordsworth, D.D., Master of Harrow School</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_162">162</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1844">1844</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_164">164</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[x]</a></span>On the projected Kendal and Windermere Railway</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_166">166</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Proud were ye, Mountains, when, in times of old”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_167">167</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>At Furness Abbey</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_168">168</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1845">1845</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Forth from a jutting ridge, around whose base”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_170">170</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Westmoreland Girl</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_172">172</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>At Furness Abbey</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_176">176</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Yes! thou art fair, yet be not moved”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_176">176</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“What heavenly smiles! O Lady mine”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_177">177</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To a Lady</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_177">177</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To the Pennsylvanians</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_179">179</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Young England—what is then become of Old”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_180">180</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1846">1846</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sonnet</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_181">181</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Where lies the truth? has Man, in wisdom’s creed”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_182">182</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To Lucca Giordano</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_183">183</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Who but is pleased to watch the moon on high”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_184">184</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Illustrated Books and Newspapers</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_184">184</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sonnet. To an Octogenarian</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_185">185</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“I know an aged Man constrained to dwell”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_186">186</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“The unremitting voice of nightly streams”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_187">187</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“How beautiful the Queen of Night, on high”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_188">188</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>On the Banks of a Rocky Stream</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_188">188</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ode. Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_189">189</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[xi]</a></span>POEMS BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AND BY DOROTHY WORDSWORTH<br />NOT INCLUDED IN THE EDITION OF 1849-50</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1787">1787</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sonnet, on seeing Miss Helen Maria Williams weep at a Tale of Distress</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_209">209</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lines written by William Wordsworth as a School Exercise at Hawkshead, Anno Ætatis 14</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_211">211</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1792">1792 (or earlier)</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Sweet was the walk along the narrow lane”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_214">214</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“When Love was born of heavenly line”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_215">215</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Convict</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_217">217</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1798">1798</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“The snow-tracks of my friends I see”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_219">219</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Old Cumberland Beggar (MS. Variants, not inserted in Vol. I.)</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_220">220</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1800">1800</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Andrew Jones</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_221">221</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“There is a shapeless crowd of unhewn stones”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_223">223</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1802">1802</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Among all lovely things my Love had been”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_231">231</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[xii]</a></span>“Along the mazes of this song I go”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_233">233</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“The rains at length have ceas’d, the winds are still’d”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_233">233</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Witness thou”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_234">234</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wild-Fowl</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_234">234</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Written in a Grotto</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_234">234</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Home at Grasmere</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_235">235</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Shall he who gives his days to low pursuits”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_257">257</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1803">1803</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“I find it written of Simonides”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_258">258</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1804">1804</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“No whimsey of the purse is here”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_258">258</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1805">1805</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Peaceful our valley, fair and green”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_259">259</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Ah! if I were a lady gay”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_262">262</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1806">1806</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To the Evening Star over Grasmere Water, July 1806</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_263">263</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Michael Angelo in Reply to the Passage upon his Statue of Night sleeping</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_263">263</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Come, gentle Sleep, Death’s image tho’ thou art”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_264">264</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Brook, that hast been my solace days and week”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_265">265</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Translation from Michael Angelo</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_265">265</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1808">1808</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">[xiii]</a></span>George and Sarah Green</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_266">266</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1818">1818</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“The Scottish Broom on Bird-nest brae”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_270">270</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Placard for a Poll bearing an old Shirt</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_271">271</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Critics, right honourable Bard, decree”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_271">271</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1819">1819</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Through Cumbrian wilds, in many a mountain cove”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_272">272</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“My Son! behold the tide already spent”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_273">273</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1820">1820</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Author’s Voyage down the Rhine</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_273">273</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1822">1822</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“These vales were saddened with no common gloom”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_275">275</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Translation of Part of the First Book of the <i>Æneid</i></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_276">276</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1823">1823</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Arms and the Man I sing, the first who bore”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_281">281</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1826">1826</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lines addressed to Joanna H. from Gwerndwffnant in June 1826</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_282">282</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Holiday at Gwerndwffnant, May 1826</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_284">284</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Composed when a Probability existed of our being obliged to quit Rydal Mount as a Residence</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_289">289</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiv" id="Page_xiv">[xiv]</a></span>“I, whose pretty Voice you hear”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_295">295</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1827">1827</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To my Niece Dora</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_297">297</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1829">1829</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“My Lord and Lady Darlington”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_298">298</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1833">1833</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To the Utilitarians</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_299">299</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1835-2">1835</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Throned in the Sun’s descending car”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_300">300</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“And oh! dear soother of the pensive breast”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_301">301</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1836-2">1836</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Said red-ribboned Evans”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_301">301</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1837-2">1837</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>On an Event in Col. Evans’s Redoubted Performances in Spain</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_303">303</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1838-2">1838</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Wouldst thou be gathered to Christ’s chosen flock”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_303">303</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Protest against the Ballot, 1838</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_304">304</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Said Secrecy to Cowardice and Fraud”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_304">304</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A Poet to his Grandchild</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_305">305</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1840-2">1840</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>On a Portrait of I.F., painted by Margaret Gillies</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_306">306</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To I.F.</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_307">307</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xv" id="Page_xv">[xv]</a></span>“Oh Bounty without measure, while the Grace”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_308">308</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1842-2">1842</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Eagle and the Dove</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_309">309</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Grace Darling</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_310">310</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“When Severn’s sweeping flood had overthrown”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_314">314</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Pillar of Trajan</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_314">314</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1846-2">1846</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Deign, Sovereign Mistress! to accept a lay”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_319">319</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc top-pad"><a href="#ch1847">1847</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ode, performed in the Senate-House, Cambridge, on the 6th of July 1847, at the First Commencement after the Installation of His Royal Highness the Prince Albert, Chancellor of the University</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_320">320</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To Miss Sellon</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_325">325</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“The worship of this Sabbath morn”</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_325">325</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#A_WORDSWORTH_BIBLIOGRAPHY"><span class="smcap">Bibliographies</span>—</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><a href="#I_GREAT_BRITAIN"><span class="smcapuc">I.</span> Great Britain</a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_329">329</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><a href="#II_AMERICA"><span class="smcapuc">II.</span> America</a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_380">380</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class="indented"><a href="#III_FRANCE"><span class="smcapuc">III.</span> France</a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_421">421</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#ERRATA_AND_ADDENDA_LIST"><span class="smcap">Errata and Addenda List</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_431">431</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#INDEX_TO_THE_POEMS"><span class="smcap">Index to the Poems</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_433">433</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><a href="#INDEX_TO_FIRST_LINES"><span class="smcap">Index to the First Lines</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_451">451</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvi" id="Page_xvi">[xvi]</a></span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvii" id="Page_xvii">[xvii]</a></span></p> - -<h2>PREFATORY NOTE</h2> - -<p>The American Bibliography is almost entirely the -work of Mrs. St. John of Ithaca, and is the result of -laborious and careful critical research on her part. -The French Bibliography is not so full. I have been -assisted in it mainly by M. Legouis at Lyons, and -by workers at the British Museum. I have also collected -a German Bibliography, but it is in too incomplete -a state for publication in its present form.</p> - -<p>The English Bibliography is fuller than any of its -predecessors; but there is no such thing as finality in -such work, especially when an addition to the literature -of the subject is made nearly every week. Many kind -friends, and coadjutors, have assisted me in it, amongst -whom I may mention Dr. Garnett of the British Museum, -and <i>very specially</i> Mr. Tutin, of Hull, and also -Mr. John J. Smith, St. Andrews, and Mr. Maclauchlan, -Dundee. If I omit, either here or elsewhere, to record -the assistance which I have received from any one, in -my efforts to make this edition of Wordsworth as -perfect as is possible at this stage of literary criticism -and editorship, I sincerely regret it; but many of my -correspondents have specially requested that no mention -should be made of their names or their services.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xviii" id="Page_xviii">[xviii]</a></span></p> - -<p>In the Preface to the first volume of this edition -there was an unfortunate omission. In returning the -final proofs to press, I accidentally transmitted an uncorrected -one, in which two names did not appear. They -were those of Mr. Thomas Hutchinson, Dublin, and -Mr. S. C. Hill, of Hughli College, Bengal. The former -kindly revised most of the sheets of Volumes I. and II., -and corrected errors, besides making other valuable suggestions -and additions. When his own Clarendon Press -edition of Wordsworth was being prepared for press, -Mr. Hutchinson asked permission to incorporate in it -materials which were not afterwards inserted. This I -granted cordially, as a similar permission had been -given to Professor Dowden for his Aldine edition. The -unfortunate omission of Mr. Hutchinson’s name was -not discovered by me till after the issue of volumes -<span class="smcapuc">I.</span> and <span class="smcapuc">II.</span> (which appeared simultaneously), and it was -first brought under my notice by Mr. Hutchinson’s -own letters to the newspapers. My debt to -Mr. Hutchinson is great; and, although I have already -thanked him for the services which he has rendered -to the world in connection with Wordsworthian literature, -I may perhaps be allowed to repeat the acknowledgment -now. The revised sheets of Vols. <span class="smcapuc">I.</span> and -<span class="smcapuc">II.</span> of this edition were, however, submitted to others at -the same time that they were sent to Mr. Hutchinson; -more especially to the late Mr. Dykes Campbell, and on -his death to Mr. Belinfante, and then to the late -Mr. Kinghorn, all of whom were engaged by my publishers -to assist in the work entrusted to me. They “turned -on the microscope” on my own work, and Mr. -Hutchinson’s; and to them I have been indebted in -many ways.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xix" id="Page_xix">[xix]</a></span></p> - -<p>Mr. Hill’s services, in tracing the sources of numerous -quotations from other poets which occur in Wordsworth’s -text, have been great. He sent me his discoveries, -unsolicited, and I wish to express very cordially my -indebtedness to him. To discover some of these quotations—there -are several hundreds of them—cost me -much labour, before I had the pleasure of hearing from, -or knowing, Mr. Hill; and his assistance in this matter -has been greater than that of any other person. It will -be seen that I have failed—after much study and -extensive correspondence—to discover them all.</p> - -<p>In addition to actual quotations—indicated by -Wordsworth by inverted commas in his poems—to trace -parallel passages from other poets, or phrases which -may have suggested to him what he recast and glorified, -has seemed to me work not unworthy of accomplishment. -At the same time, and in the same connection, -to discover the somewhat similar debts of later poets -to Wordsworth, and to indicate this here and there in -footnotes, may not be wholly useless to posterity.</p> - -<p>My obligations to my friend, Mr. Dykes Campbell, -are greater than I can adequately express. He supplied -me with much material, drawn from many quarters; -and, although he did not always mention his sources, I -had implicit confidence in him, both as a literary man -and a friend. After his death, through the kindness -of Mrs. Campbell, I examined some MS. volumes of -<i>Wordsworthiana</i> written by him, which were of much -use to me.</p> - -<p>Some of these were from unknown sources, which -I should perhaps have traced out before making use -of them, but, in all my Wordsworth work, I have acted -from first to last on the legal opinion of a distinguished<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xx" id="Page_xx">[xx]</a></span> -Judge, that the heir of the writer of literary work could -alone authorise its subsequent publication; and, since -the heirs of the Poet had kindly given me permission -to collect and publish his works, I did so, with a view -to the benefit of posterity.</p> - -<p>Some of Mr. Campbell’s material was derived from -MSS. now in the possession of Mr. T. Norton Longman, -and I have to express my sincere regret that in the -earlier volumes I copied from Mr. Campbell’s transcripts -of these MSS.—which were lent to him on the condition -that no public use should be made of them without -Mr. Longman’s permission—some variations of the -text, without mentioning the source whence they were -derived.</p> - -<p>I was unaware that these MSS. were lent to Mr. Campbell -with the condition attached, and regret very -much that I am unable to trust my memory to indicate -now what variations of text I have quoted from them. -But I may add that Mr. Longman is about to publish -a work which will enable Wordsworth students to -become practically acquainted with the contents of -his MSS.</p> - -<p>In reference to the poems not published by Wordsworth -or his sister during their lifetime, I have included -in this volume not only fugitive pieces printed in -Magazines and elsewhere, but also those which have -been since recovered from numerous manuscript sources. -They are of varying merit. It would be interesting -to know, and to record in every instance, where these -manuscripts now are; but this is impossible. In many -cases the manuscripts have recently changed ownership. -I have obtained a sight of many of them, and -have been granted permission to transcribe them, from<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxi" id="Page_xxi">[xxi]</a></span> -the fortunate possessors of large autograph collections, -and also from dealers in autographs; but, after the -sale of manuscripts at public auction-rooms, it is, as a -rule, impossible to trace them.</p> - -<p>In many cases the MS. variants which have been -published in previous volumes occur in copies of the -poems, transcribed by the Wordsworth household in -private letters to friends. I have occasionally indicated -this in footnotes; but, to have done so always would -have disfigured the pages, and frequently the notes -would have been longer than the text. To trace the -present possessors of the MSS. would be well-nigh impossible. -It is perhaps worth mentioning that in several -cases Wordsworth entered as “misprints” in future -editions, what some of his editors have considered “new -readings.” <i>E.g.</i> in <i>The Excursion</i>, book ix. l. 679, -“wild” demeanour, instead of “mild” demeanour.</p> - -<p>On Nov. 4, 1893, Mr. Aubrey de Vere wrote to me—</p> - -<div class="blockquote"> - -<p>“I earnestly hope that, in your ‘monumental edition,’ you -will restore the <i>Ode, Intimations of Immortality</i>, to the place -which Wordsworth always assigned to it, that of the High -Altar of his poetic Cathedral; remitting Quillinan’s laureate -Ode on an unworthy, because ‘occasional,’ subject to an -Appendix, as a work that at the time of publication was attributed -to Wordsworth, but was written by another, though it -probably was seen by him, and had a line or two of his in it, -and corrections by him.</p> - -<p>“This is certainly the truth; and I should think that he -probably himself told all that truth to the officials, when transmitting -the Ode; but that they concealed the circumstance; -and that Wordsworth, then profoundly depressed in spirits, -gave no more thought to the subject, and soon forgot all -about it.…</p> - -<p class="center">“Yours very sincerely,</p> - -<p class="right">“<span class="smcap">Aubrey de Vere</span>.”</p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxii" id="Page_xxii">[xxii]</a></span></p> - -<p>It was in compliance with Mr. Aubrey de Vere’s -request that, in this edition, I departed, in a single -instance, from the chronological arrangement of the -poems.</p> - -<p>It may not be too trivial a detail to mention that I -gladly gave permission to other editors of Wordsworth -to make use of any of the material which I discovered, -and brought together, in former editions; <i>e.g.</i> to Mr. -George, in Boston, for his edition of <i>The Prelude</i> (in -which, if the reader, or critic, compares my original -edition with his notes, he will see what Mr. George -has done); and to Professor Dowden, Trinity College, -Dublin, for his most admirable Aldine edition. For the -latter—which will always hold a high place in Wordsworth -literature—I placed everything asked from me at -the disposal of Mr. Dowden.</p> - -<p>While these sheets are passing through the press, -Dr. Garnett, of the British Museum—one of the -kindest and ablest of bibliographers—has forwarded -to me a contribution, previously sent by him to -<i>The Academy</i>, and printed in its issue of January 2, -1897.</p> - -<p>I have no means of knowing—or of ultimately -discovering—whether that sonnet, printed as Wordsworth’s, -is really his. Dr. Garnett says, in his letter to me, -“The verses were undoubtedly in Wordsworth’s hand”;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxiii" id="Page_xxiii">[xxiii]</a></span> -and, he adds, “I think they should be preserved, because -they are Wordsworth’s, and as an additional proof -of his regard for Camoens, whom he enumerates elsewhere -among great sonnet-writers. I have added a -version of the quatrains, that the piece may be complete. -From the character of the handwriting, the lines would -seem to have been written down in old age; and I am -not quite certain of the word which I have transcribed -as ‘Austral.’”</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Vasco, whose bold and happy mainyard spread</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sunward thy sails where dawning glory dyed</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Heaven’s Orient gate; whose westering prow the tide</div> -<div class="verse">Clove, where the day star bows him to his bed:</div> -<div class="verse">Not sterner toil than thine, or strife more dread,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or nobler laud to nobler lyre allied,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His, who did baffled Polypheme deride;</div> -<div class="verse">Or his, whose scaring shaft the Harpy fled.</div> -<div class="verse">Camoens, he the accomplished and the good,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Gave to thy fame a more illustrious flight</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Than that brave vessel, though she sailed so far.</div> -<div class="verse">Through him her course along the Austral flood</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Is known to all beneath the polar star,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Through him the Antipodes in thy name delight.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcap">William Knight.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxiv" id="Page_xxiv">[xxiv]</a></span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> - -<p class="center larger">WORDSWORTH’S POETICAL WORKS</p> - -<h2 id="ch1834">1834</h2> - -<h3>LINES<br /> -<span class="smcap">Suggested by a Portrait from the Pencil of -F. Stone</span></h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1834.—Published 1835</p> - -<p>[This Portrait has hung for many years in our principal -sitting-room, and represents J. Q.<a name="FNanchor_1" id="FNanchor_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> as she was when a girl. -The picture, though it is somewhat thinly painted, has much -merit in tone and general effect: it is chiefly valuable, however, -from the sentiment that pervades it. The anecdote of the -saying of the monk in sight of Titian’s picture was told in this -house by Mr. Wilkie, and was, I believe, first communicated to -the public in this poem, the former portion of which I was -composing at the time. Southey heard the story from Miss -Hutchinson, and transferred it to the <i>Doctor</i>; but it is not -easy to explain how my friend Mr. Rogers, in a note subsequently -added to his <i>Italy</i>, was led to speak of the same remarkable -words having many years before been spoken in his hearing by -a monk or priest in front of a picture of the Last Supper, -placed over a Refectory-table in a convent at Padua.—I.F.]</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Poems of Sentiment and Reflection.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Beguiled into forgetfulness of care</div> -<div class="verse">Due to the day’s unfinished task; of pen</div> -<div class="verse">Or book regardless, and of that fair scene</div> -<div class="verse">In Nature’s prodigality displayed</div> -<div class="verse">Before my window, oftentimes and long <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">I gaze upon a Portrait whose mild gleam</div> -<div class="verse">Of beauty never ceases to enrich</div> -<div class="verse">The common light; whose stillness charms the air,</div> -<div class="verse">Or seems to charm it, into like repose;</div> -<div class="verse">Whose silence, for the pleasure of the ear, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Surpasses sweetest music. There she sits</div> -<div class="verse">With emblematic purity attired</div> -<div class="verse">In a white vest, white as her marble neck</div> -<div class="verse">Is, and the pillar of the throat would be</div> -<div class="verse">But for the shadow by the drooping chin <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">Cast into that recess—the tender shade,</div> -<div class="verse">The shade and light, both there and every where,</div> -<div class="verse">And through the very atmosphere she breathes,</div> -<div class="verse">Broad, clear, and toned harmoniously, with skill</div> -<div class="verse">That might from nature have been learnt in the hour <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">When the lone shepherd sees the morning spread</div> -<div class="verse">Upon the mountains. Look at her, whoe’er</div> -<div class="verse">Thou be that, kindling with a poet’s soul,</div> -<div class="verse">Hast loved the painter’s true Promethean craft</div> -<div class="verse">Intensely—from Imagination take <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">The treasure,—what mine eyes behold see thou,</div> -<div class="verse">Even though the Atlantic ocean roll between.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">A silver line, that runs from brow to crown</div> -<div class="verse">And in the middle parts the braided hair,</div> -<div class="verse">Just serves to show how delicate a soil <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">The golden harvest grows in; and those eyes,</div> -<div class="verse">Soft and capacious as a cloudless sky</div> -<div class="verse">Whose azure depth their colour emulates,</div> -<div class="verse">Must needs be conversant with upward looks,</div> -<div class="verse">Prayer’s voiceless service; but now, seeking nought <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">And shunning nought, their own peculiar life</div> -<div class="verse">Of motion they renounce, and with the head</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Partake its inclination towards earth</div> -<div class="verse">In humble grace, and quiet pensiveness</div> -<div class="verse">Caught at the point where it stops short of sadness. <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Offspring of soul-bewitching Art, make me</div> -<div class="verse">Thy confidant! say, whence derived that air</div> -<div class="verse">Of calm abstraction? Can the ruling thought</div> -<div class="verse">Be with some lover far away, or one</div> -<div class="verse">Crossed by misfortune, or of doubted faith? <span class="linenum">45</span></div> -<div class="verse">Inapt conjecture! Childhood here, a moon</div> -<div class="verse">Crescent in simple loveliness serene,</div> -<div class="verse">Has but approached the gates of womanhood,</div> -<div class="verse">Not entered them; her heart is yet unpierced</div> -<div class="verse">By the blind Archer-god; her fancy free: <span class="linenum">50</span></div> -<div class="verse">The fount of feeling, if unsought elsewhere,</div> -<div class="verse">Will not be found.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent10">Her right hand, as it lies</div> -<div class="verse">Across the slender wrist of the left arm</div> -<div class="verse">Upon her lap reposing, holds—but mark</div> -<div class="verse">How slackly, for the absent mind permits <span class="linenum">55</span></div> -<div class="verse">No firmer grasp—a little wild-flower, joined</div> -<div class="verse">As in a posy, with a few pale ears</div> -<div class="verse">Of yellowing corn, the same that overtopped</div> -<div class="verse">And in their common birthplace sheltered it</div> -<div class="verse">’Till they were plucked together; a blue flower <span class="linenum">60</span></div> -<div class="verse">Called by the thrifty husbandman a weed;</div> -<div class="verse">But Ceres, in her garland, might have worn</div> -<div class="verse">That ornament, unblamed. The floweret, held</div> -<div class="verse">In scarcely conscious fingers, was, she knows,</div> -<div class="verse">(Her Father told her so) in youth’s gay dawn <span class="linenum">65</span></div> -<div class="verse">Her Mother’s favourite; and the orphan Girl,</div> -<div class="verse">In her own dawn—a dawn less gay and bright,</div> -<div class="verse">Loves it, while there in solitary peace</div> -<div class="verse">She sits, for that departed Mother’s sake.</div> -<div class="verse">—Not from a source less sacred is derived <span class="linenum">70</span></div> -<div class="verse">(Surely I do not err) that pensive air</div> -<div class="verse">Of calm abstraction through the face diffused</div> -<div class="verse">And the whole person.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent11">Words have something told</div> -<div class="verse">More than the pencil can, and verily</div> -<div class="verse">More than is needed, but the precious Art <span class="linenum">75</span></div> -<div class="verse">Forgives their interference—Art divine,</div> -<div class="verse">That both creates and fixes, in despite</div> -<div class="verse">Of Death and Time, the marvels it hath wrought.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Strange contrasts have we in this world of ours!</div> -<div class="verse">That posture, and the look of filial love <span class="linenum">80</span></div> -<div class="verse">Thinking of past and gone, with what is left</div> -<div class="verse">Dearly united, might be swept away</div> -<div class="verse">From this fair Portrait’s fleshly Archetype,</div> -<div class="verse">Even by an innocent fancy’s slightest freak</div> -<div class="verse">Banished, nor ever, haply, be restored <span class="linenum">85</span></div> -<div class="verse">To their lost place, or meet in harmony</div> -<div class="verse">So exquisite; but <i>here</i> do they abide,</div> -<div class="verse">Enshrined for ages. Is not then the Art</div> -<div class="verse">Godlike, a humble branch of the divine,</div> -<div class="verse">In visible quest of immortality, <span class="linenum">90</span></div> -<div class="verse">Stretched forth with trembling hope?—In every realm,</div> -<div class="verse">From high Gibraltar to Siberian plains,</div> -<div class="verse">Thousands, in each variety of tongue</div> -<div class="verse">That Europe knows, would echo this appeal;</div> -<div class="verse">One above all, a Monk who waits on God <span class="linenum">95</span></div> -<div class="verse">In the magnific Convent built of yore</div> -<div class="verse">To sanctify the Escurial palace. He—</div> -<div class="verse">Guiding, from cell to cell and room to room,</div> -<div class="verse">A British Painter (eminent for truth</div> -<div class="verse">In character,<a name="FNanchor_2" id="FNanchor_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> and depth of feeling, shown <span class="linenum">100</span></div> -<div class="verse">By labours that have touched the hearts of kings,</div> -<div class="verse">And are endeared to simple cottagers)—</div> -<div class="verse">Came, in that service, to a glorious work,<a name="FNanchor_3" id="FNanchor_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Our Lord’s Last Supper, beautiful as when first</div> -<div class="verse">The appropriate Picture, fresh from Titian’s hand, <span class="linenum">105</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Graced the Refectory: and there, while both</div> -<div class="verse">Stood with eyes fixed upon that masterpiece,</div> -<div class="verse">The hoary Father in the Stranger’s ear</div> -<div class="verse">Breathed out these words:—“Here daily do we sit,</div> -<div class="verse">Thanks given to God for daily bread, and here <span class="linenum">110</span></div> -<div class="verse">Pondering the mischiefs of these restless times,</div> -<div class="verse">And thinking of my Brethren, dead, dispersed,</div> -<div class="verse">Or changed and changing, I not seldom gaze</div> -<div class="verse">Upon this solemn Company unmoved</div> -<div class="verse">By shock of circumstance, or lapse of years, <span class="linenum">115</span></div> -<div class="verse">Until I cannot but believe that they—</div> -<div class="verse">They are in truth the Substance, we</div> -<div class="verse">the Shadows.”<a name="FNanchor_4" id="FNanchor_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">So spake the mild Jeronymite, his griefs</div> -<div class="verse">Melting away within him like a dream</div> -<div class="verse">Ere he had ceased to gaze, perhaps to speak: <span class="linenum">120</span></div> -<div class="verse">And I, grown old, but in a happier land,</div> -<div class="verse">Domestic Portrait! have to verse consigned</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span> -<div class="verse">In thy calm presence those heart-moving words:</div> -<div class="verse">Words that can soothe, more than they agitate;</div> -<div class="verse">Whose spirit, like the angel that went down <span class="linenum">125</span></div> -<div class="verse">Into Bethesda’s pool, with healing virtue</div> -<div class="verse">Informs the fountain in the human breast</div> -<div class="verse">Which<a name="FNanchor_5" id="FNanchor_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> by the visitation was disturbed.</div> -<div class="verse">——But why this stealing tear? Companion mute,</div> -<div class="verse">On thee I look, not sorrowing; fare thee well, <span class="linenum">130</span></div> -<div class="verse">My Song’s Inspirer, once again farewell!<a name="FNanchor_6" id="FNanchor_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_1" id="Footnote_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> Jemima Quillinan, the eldest daughter of Edward Quillinan, Wordsworth’s -future son-in-law. The portrait was taken when she was a -school-girl, and while her father resided at Oporto.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_2" id="Footnote_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> Wilkie. See the Fenwick note.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_3" id="Footnote_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> 1837.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Left not unvisited a glorious work,</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1835.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_4" id="Footnote_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> “When Wilkie was in the Escurial, looking at Titian’s famous picture of -the Last Supper, in the Refectory there, an old Jeronymite said to him: ‘I -have sate daily in sight of that picture for now nearly three score years; -during that time my companions have dropt off, one after another—all who -were my seniors, all who were my contemporaries, and many, or most of -those who were younger than myself; more than one generation has passed -away, and there the figures in the picture have remained unchanged! I -look at them till I sometimes think that they are the realities, and we but -shadows!’</p> - -<p>I wish I could record the name of the monk by whom that natural -feeling was so feelingly and strikingly expressed.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The shows of things are better than themselves,</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">says the author of the tragedy of Nero, whose name also I could wish had -been forthcoming; and the classical reader will remember the lines of -Sophocles:</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">ὁρῶ γὰρ ἡμᾶς οὐδὲν ὄντας ἄλλο, πλὴν</div> -<div class="verse">εἴδωλ’, ὅσοιπερ ζῶμεν, ὴ κούφην σκιάν.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>These are reflections which should make us think</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Of that same time when no more change shall be</div> -<div class="verse">But steadfast rest of all things, firmly stayd</div> -<div class="verse">Upon the pillars of Eternity,</div> -<div class="verse">That is contrain to mutability;</div> -<div class="verse">For all that moveth doth in change delight:</div> -<div class="verse">But henceforth all shall rest eternally</div> -<div class="verse">With Him that is the God of Sabaoth hight,</div> -<div class="verse">O that great Sabaoth God grant me that Sabbath’s sight.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcap">Spenser.</span>”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>(Southey, <i>The Doctor</i>, vol. iii. p. 235.)—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_5" id="Footnote_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> 1837.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1835.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_6" id="Footnote_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> The pile of buildings, composing the palace and convent of San -Lorenzo, has, in common usage, lost its proper name in that of the <i>Escurial</i>, -a village at the foot of the hill upon which the splendid edifice, built by -Philip the Second, stands. It need scarcely be added, that Wilkie is the -painter alluded to.—W.W. 1835.</p> - -</div> - -<h3>THE FOREGOING SUBJECT RESUMED</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1834.—Published 1835.</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Poems of Sentiment and Reflection.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Among a grave fraternity of Monks,</div> -<div class="verse">For One, but surely not for One alone,</div> -<div class="verse">Triumphs, in that great work, the Painter’s skill,</div> -<div class="verse">Humbling the body, to exalt the soul;</div> -<div class="verse">Yet representing, amid wreck and wrong <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">And dissolution and decay, the warm</div> -<div class="verse">And breathing life of flesh, as if already</div> -<div class="verse">Clothed with impassive majesty, and graced</div> -<div class="verse">With no mean earnest of a heritage</div> -<div class="verse">Assigned to it in future worlds. Thou, too, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">With thy memorial flower, meek Portraiture!</div> -<div class="verse">From whose serene companionship I passed</div> -<div class="verse">Pursued by thoughts that haunt me still; thou also—</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Though but a simple object, into light</div> -<div class="verse">Called forth by those affections that endear <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">The private hearth; though keeping thy sole seat</div> -<div class="verse">In singleness, and little tried by time,</div> -<div class="verse">Creation, as it were, of yesterday—</div> -<div class="verse">With a congenial function art endued</div> -<div class="verse">For each and all of us, together joined <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">In course of nature under a low roof</div> -<div class="verse">By charities and duties that proceed</div> -<div class="verse">Out of the bosom of a wiser vow.</div> -<div class="verse">To a like salutary sense of awe</div> -<div class="verse">Or sacred wonder, growing with the power <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of meditation that attempts to weigh,</div> -<div class="verse">In faithful scales, things and their opposites,</div> -<div class="verse">Can thy enduring quiet gently raise</div> -<div class="verse">A household small and sensitive,—whose love,</div> -<div class="verse">Dependent as in part its blessings are <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">Upon frail ties dissolving or dissolved</div> -<div class="verse">On earth, will be revived, we trust, in heaven.<a name="FNanchor_7" id="FNanchor_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_7" id="Footnote_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> In the class entitled “Musings,” in Mr. Southey’s Minor Poems, is one -upon his own miniature picture, taken in childhood, and another upon a -landscape painted by Gaspar Poussin. It is possible that every word of the -above verses, though similar in subject, might have been written had the -author been unacquainted with those beautiful effusions of poetic sentiment. -But, for his own satisfaction, he must be allowed thus publicly to acknowledge -the pleasure those two poems of his Friend have given him, and the -grateful influence they have upon his mind as often as he reads them, or -thinks of them.—W.W. 1835.</p> - -</div> - -<h3>TO A CHILD<br /> -<span class="smcap">Written in her Album</span><a name="FNanchor_8" id="FNanchor_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a></h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1834.—Published 1835</p> - -<p>[This quatrain was extempore on observing this image, as I -had often done, on the lawn of Rydal Mount. It was first -written down in the Album of my God-daughter, Rotha -Quillinan.—I.F.]</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span></p> - -<p>In 1837 this was one of the “Inscriptions.” In 1845 it -was transferred to the “Miscellaneous Poems.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Small service is true service while it lasts:</div> -<div class="verse">Of humblest Friends, bright Creature! scorn not one!<a name="FNanchor_9" id="FNanchor_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a></div> -<div class="verse">The Daisy, by the shadow that it casts,</div> -<div class="verse">Protects the lingering dew-drop from the Sun.<a name="FNanchor_10" id="FNanchor_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_8" id="Footnote_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> The original title (1835) was “Written in an Album.” In -1837 it was “Written in the Album of a Child.” In 1845 the -title was reconstructed as above.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_9" id="Footnote_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Of Friends, however humble, scorn not one:</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1835.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_10" id="Footnote_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> Compare the lines, written in 1845, beginning—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>LINES<br /> -<span class="smcap">Written in the Album of the Countess of -Lonsdale,<a name="FNanchor_11" id="FNanchor_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> Nov. 5, 1834</span></h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1834.—Published 1835</p> - -<p>[This is a faithful picture of that amiable Lady, as she then -was. The youthfulness of figure and demeanour and habits, -which she retained in almost unprecedented degree, departed a -very few years after, and she died without violent disease by -gradual decay before she reached the period of old age.—I.F.]</p> - -<p>This was placed, in 1845, among the “Miscellaneous -Poems.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lady! a Pen (perhaps with thy regard,</div> -<div class="verse">Among the Favoured, favoured not the least)</div> -<div class="verse">Left, ’mid the Records of this Book inscribed,</div> -<div class="verse">Deliberate traces, registers of thought</div> -<div class="verse">And feeling, suited to the place and time <span class="linenum">5</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span> -<div class="verse">That gave them birth:—months passed, and still this hand,</div> -<div class="verse">That had not been too timid to imprint</div> -<div class="verse">Words which the virtues of thy Lord inspired,</div> -<div class="verse">Was yet not bold enough to write of Thee.</div> -<div class="verse">And why that scrupulous reserve? In sooth <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">The blameless cause lay in the Theme itself.</div> -<div class="verse">Flowers are there many that delight to strive</div> -<div class="verse">With the sharp wind, and seem to court the shower,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet are by nature careless of the sun</div> -<div class="verse">Whether he shine on them or not; and some, <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">Where’er he moves along the unclouded sky,</div> -<div class="verse">Turn a broad front full on his flattering beams:</div> -<div class="verse">Others do rather from their notice shrink,</div> -<div class="verse">Loving the dewy shade,—a humble band,</div> -<div class="verse">Modest and sweet, a progeny of earth, <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">Congenial with thy mind and character,</div> -<div class="verse">High-born Augusta!</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Witness Towers, and Groves!</div> -<div class="verse">And Thou, wild Stream, that giv’st the honoured name<a name="FNanchor_12" id="FNanchor_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Of Lowther to this ancient Line, bear witness<a name="FNanchor_13" id="FNanchor_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a></div> -<div class="verse">From thy most secret haunts; and ye Parterres, <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Which She is pleased and proud to call her own,</div> -<div class="verse">Witness how oft upon my noble Friend</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Mute</i> offerings, tribute from an inward sense</div> -<div class="verse">Of admiration and respectful love,</div> -<div class="verse">Have waited—till the affections could no more <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">Endure that silence, and broke out in song,</div> -<div class="verse">Snatches of music taken up and dropt</div> -<div class="verse">Like those self-solacing, those under, notes</div> -<div class="verse">Trilled by the redbreast, when autumnal leaves</div> -<div class="verse">Are thin upon the bough. Mine, only mine, <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">The pleasure was, and no one heard the praise,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Checked, in the moment of its issue, checked</div> -<div class="verse">And reprehended, by a fancied blush</div> -<div class="verse">From the pure qualities that called it forth.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Thus Virtue lives debarred from Virtue’s meed; <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -<div class="verse">Thus, Lady, is retiredness a veil</div> -<div class="verse">That, while it only spreads a softening charm</div> -<div class="verse">O’er features looked at by discerning eyes,</div> -<div class="verse">Hides half their beauty from the common gaze;</div> -<div class="verse">And thus,<a name="FNanchor_14" id="FNanchor_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> even on the exposed and breezy hill <span class="linenum">45</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of lofty station, female goodness walks,</div> -<div class="verse">When side by side with lunar gentleness,</div> -<div class="verse">As in a cloister. Yet the grateful Poor</div> -<div class="verse">(Such the immunities of low estate,</div> -<div class="verse">Plain Nature’s enviable privilege, <span class="linenum">50</span></div> -<div class="verse">Her sacred recompense for many wants)</div> -<div class="verse">Open their hearts before Thee, pouring out</div> -<div class="verse">All that they think and feel, with tears of joy;</div> -<div class="verse">And benedictions not unheard in heaven:</div> -<div class="verse">And friend in the ear of friend, where speech is free <span class="linenum">55</span></div> -<div class="verse">To follow truth, is eloquent as they.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Then let the Book receive in these prompt lines</div> -<div class="verse">A just memorial; and thine eyes consent</div> -<div class="verse">To read that they, who mark thy course, behold</div> -<div class="verse">A life declining with the golden light <span class="linenum">60</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of summer, in the season of sere leaves;<a name="FNanchor_15" id="FNanchor_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a></div> -<div class="verse">See cheerfulness undamped by stealing Time;</div> -<div class="verse">See studied kindness flow with easy stream,</div> -<div class="verse">Illustrated with inborn courtesy;</div> -<div class="verse">And an habitual disregard of self <span class="linenum">65</span></div> -<div class="verse">Balanced by vigilance for others’ weal.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">And shall the Verse not tell of lighter gifts</div> -<div class="verse">With these ennobling attributes conjoined</div> -<div class="verse">And blended, in peculiar harmony,</div> -<div class="verse">By Youth’s surviving spirit? What agile grace! <span class="linenum">70</span></div> -<div class="verse">A nymph-like liberty, in nymph-like form,</div> -<div class="verse">Beheld with wonder; whether floor or path</div> -<div class="verse">Thou tread; or sweep—borne on the managed steed—<a name="FNanchor_16" id="FNanchor_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Fleet as the shadows, over down or field,</div> -<div class="verse">Driven by strong winds at play among the clouds. <span class="linenum">75</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Yet one word more—one farewell word—a wish</div> -<div class="verse">Which came, but it has passed into a prayer—</div> -<div class="verse">That, as thy sun in brightness is declining,</div> -<div class="verse">So—at an hour yet distant for <i>their</i> sakes</div> -<div class="verse">Whose tender love, here faltering on the way <span class="linenum">80</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of a diviner love, will be forgiven—</div> -<div class="verse">So may it set in peace, to rise again</div> -<div class="verse">For everlasting glory won by faith.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_11" id="Footnote_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> 1837.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Countess of ——</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1835.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_12" id="Footnote_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> The Lowther stream passes the Castle, and joins the Eamont below -Brougham Hall, near Penrith.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_13" id="Footnote_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> 1837.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent9">Towers, and stately Groves,</div> -<div class="verse">Bear witness for me; thou, too, Mountain-stream!</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1835.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_14" id="Footnote_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14"><span class="label">[14]</span></a></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When hence …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">C.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_15" id="Footnote_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> Compare <i>September, 1819</i>, and <i>Upon the Same Occasion</i>, vol. vi. pp. 201, -202, especially the lines in the latter—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Me, conscious that my leaf is sere,</div> -<div class="verse">And yellow on the bough, etc.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_16" id="Footnote_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> 1837.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thou tread, or on the managed steed art borne,</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1835.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ch1835">1835</h2> - -<p>Two Evening Voluntaries, two Elegies (on the deaths of -Charles Lamb and James Hogg), the lines on the Bird of -Paradise, and a few sonnets, make up the poems belonging to -the year 1835.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<h3>“WHY ART THOU SILENT? IS THY LOVE -A PLANT”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1835 (or earlier).—Published 1835</p> - -<p>[In the month of January,—when Dora and I were walking -from Town-end, Grasmere, across the Vale, snow being on the -ground, she espied, in the thick though leafless hedge, a bird’s -nest half-filled with snow. Out of this comfortless appearance -arose this Sonnet, which was, in fact, written without the least -reference to any individual object, but merely to prove to myself -that I could, if I thought fit, write in a strain that Poets have -been fond of. On the 14th of February in the same year, my -daughter, in a sportive mood, sent it as a Valentine, under a -fictitious name, to her cousin C.W.—I.F.]</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Why art thou silent? Is thy love a plant</div> -<div class="verse">Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air</div> -<div class="verse">Of absence withers what was once so fair?</div> -<div class="verse">Is there no debt to pay, no boon to grant?</div> -<div class="verse">Yet have my thoughts for thee been vigilant— <span class="linenum">5</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Bound to thy service with unceasing care,<a name="FNanchor_17" id="FNanchor_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</a></div> -<div class="verse">The mind’s least generous wish a mendicant</div> -<div class="verse">For nought but what thy happiness could spare.</div> -<div class="verse">Speak—though this soft warm heart, once free to hold</div> -<div class="verse">A thousand tender pleasures, thine and mine, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Be left more desolate, more dreary cold</div> -<div class="verse">Than a forsaken bird’s-nest filled with snow</div> -<div class="verse">’Mid its own bush of leafless eglantine—</div> -<div class="verse">Speak, that my torturing doubts their end may know!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_17" id="Footnote_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… with incessant care,</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">C.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">(As would my deeds have been) with hourly care,</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1835.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<h3>TO THE MOON<br /> -(COMPOSED BY THE SEA-SIDE,—ON THE COAST OF -CUMBERLAND)</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1835.—Published 1837</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Evening Voluntaries.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Wanderer! that stoop’st so low, and com’st so near</div> -<div class="verse">To human life’s unsettled atmosphere;</div> -<div class="verse">Who lov’st with Night and Silence to partake,</div> -<div class="verse">So might it seem, the cares of them that wake;</div> -<div class="verse">And, through the cottage-lattice softly peeping, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Dost shield from harm the humblest of the sleeping;</div> -<div class="verse">What pleasure once encompassed those sweet names</div> -<div class="verse">Which yet in thy behalf the Poet claims,</div> -<div class="verse">An idolizing dreamer as of yore!—</div> -<div class="verse">I slight them all; and, on this sea-beat shore <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Sole-sitting, only can to thoughts attend</div> -<div class="verse">That bid me hail thee as the <span class="smcap">Sailor’s Friend</span>;</div> -<div class="verse">So call thee for heaven’s grace through thee made known</div> -<div class="verse">By confidence supplied and mercy shown,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> -<div class="verse">When not a twinkling star or beacon’s light <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">Abates the perils of a stormy night;</div> -<div class="verse">And for less obvious benefits, that find</div> -<div class="verse">Their way, with thy pure help, to heart and mind;</div> -<div class="verse">Both for the adventurer starting in life’s prime;</div> -<div class="verse">And veteran ranging round from clime to clime, <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">Long-baffled hope’s slow fever in his veins,</div> -<div class="verse">And wounds and weakness oft his labour’s sole remains.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">The aspiring Mountains and the winding Streams,</div> -<div class="verse">Empress of Night! are gladdened by thy beams;</div> -<div class="verse">A look of thine the wilderness pervades, <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">And penetrates the forest’s inmost shades;</div> -<div class="verse">Thou, chequering peaceably the minster’s gloom,</div> -<div class="verse">Guid’st the pale Mourner to the lost one’s tomb;</div> -<div class="verse">Canst reach the Prisoner—to his grated cell</div> -<div class="verse">Welcome, though silent and intangible!— <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">And lives there one, of all that come and go</div> -<div class="verse">On the great waters toiling to and fro,</div> -<div class="verse">One, who has watched thee at some quiet hour</div> -<div class="verse">Enthroned aloft in undisputed power,</div> -<div class="verse">Or crossed by vapoury streaks and clouds that move <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">Catching the lustre they in part reprove—</div> -<div class="verse">Nor sometimes felt a fitness in thy sway</div> -<div class="verse">To call up thoughts that shun the glare of day,</div> -<div class="verse">And make the serious happier than the gay?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Yes, lovely Moon! if thou so mildly bright <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -<div class="verse">Dost rouse, yet surely in thy own despite,</div> -<div class="verse">To fiercer mood the phrenzy-stricken brain,</div> -<div class="verse">Let me a compensating faith maintain;</div> -<div class="verse">That there’s a sensitive, a tender, part</div> -<div class="verse">Which thou canst touch in every human heart, <span class="linenum">45</span></div> -<div class="verse">For healing and composure.—But, as least</div> -<div class="verse">And mightiest billows ever have confessed</div> -<div class="verse">Thy domination; as the whole vast Sea</div> -<div class="verse">Feels through her lowest depths thy sovereignty;</div> -<div class="verse">So shines that countenance with especial grace <span class="linenum">50</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span> -<div class="verse">On them who urge the keel her <i>plains</i> to trace</div> -<div class="verse">Furrowing its way right onward. The most rude,</div> -<div class="verse">Cut off from home and country, may have stood—</div> -<div class="verse">Even till long gazing hath bedimmed his eye,</div> -<div class="verse">Or the mute rapture ended in a sigh— <span class="linenum">55</span></div> -<div class="verse">Touched by accordance of thy placid cheer,</div> -<div class="verse">With some internal lights to memory dear,</div> -<div class="verse">Or fancies stealing forth to soothe the breast</div> -<div class="verse">Tired with its daily share of earth’s unrest,—</div> -<div class="verse">Gentle awakenings, visitations meek; <span class="linenum">60</span></div> -<div class="verse">A kindly influence whereof few will speak,</div> -<div class="verse">Though it can wet with tears the hardiest cheek.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">And when thy beauty in the shadowy cave</div> -<div class="verse">Is hidden, buried in its monthly grave;<a name="FNanchor_18" id="FNanchor_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Then, while the Sailor, ’mid an open sea <span class="linenum">65</span></div> -<div class="verse">Swept by a favouring wind that leaves thought free,</div> -<div class="verse">Paces the deck—no star perhaps in sight,</div> -<div class="verse">And nothing save the moving ship’s own light</div> -<div class="verse">To cheer the long dark hours of vacant night—</div> -<div class="verse">Oft with his musings does thy image blend, <span class="linenum">70</span></div> -<div class="verse">In his mind’s eye thy crescent horns ascend,</div> -<div class="verse">And thou art still, O Moon, that <span class="smcap">Sailor’s Friend</span>!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_18" id="Footnote_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> Compare—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When thou wert hidden in thy monthly grave,</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">in the lines <i>Written in a Grotto</i>, p. 235.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>TO THE MOON<br /> -(RYDAL)</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1835.—Published 1837</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Evening Voluntaries.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Queen of the stars!—so gentle, so benign,</div> -<div class="verse">That ancient Fable did to thee assign,</div> -<div class="verse">When darkness creeping o’er thy silver brow</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Warned thee these upper regions to forego,</div> -<div class="verse">Alternate empire in the shades below— <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">A Bard, who, lately near the wide-spread sea</div> -<div class="verse">Traversed by gleaming ships, looked up to thee</div> -<div class="verse">With grateful thoughts, doth now thy rising hail</div> -<div class="verse">From the close confines of a shadowy vale.</div> -<div class="verse">Glory of night, conspicuous yet serene, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Nor less attractive when by glimpses seen</div> -<div class="verse">Through cloudy umbrage,<a name="FNanchor_19" id="FNanchor_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> well might that fair face,</div> -<div class="verse">And all those attributes of modest grace,</div> -<div class="verse">In days when Fancy wrought unchecked by fear,</div> -<div class="verse">Down to the green earth fetch thee from thy sphere, <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">To sit in leafy woods by fountains clear!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">O still belov’d (for thine, meek Power, are charms</div> -<div class="verse">That fascinate the very Babe in arms,</div> -<div class="verse">While he, uplifted towards thee, laughs outright,</div> -<div class="verse">Spreading his little palms in his glad Mother’s sight) <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">O still belov’d, once worshipped! Time, that frowns</div> -<div class="verse">In his destructive flight on earthly crowns,</div> -<div class="verse">Spares thy mild splendour; still those far-shot beams</div> -<div class="verse">Tremble on dancing waves and rippling streams</div> -<div class="verse">With stainless touch, as chaste as when thy praise <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Was sung by Virgin-choirs in festal lays;</div> -<div class="verse">And through dark trials still dost thou explore</div> -<div class="verse">Thy way for increase punctual as of yore,</div> -<div class="verse">When teeming Matrons—yielding to rude faith</div> -<div class="verse">In mysteries of birth and life and death <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">And painful struggle and deliverance—prayed</div> -<div class="verse">Of thee to visit them with lenient aid.</div> -<div class="verse">What though the rites be swept away, the fanes</div> -<div class="verse">Extinct that echoed to the votive strains;</div> -<div class="verse">Yet thy mild aspect does not, cannot, cease <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">Love to promote and purity and peace;</div> -<div class="verse">And Fancy, unreproved, even yet may trace</div> -<div class="verse">Faint types of suffering in thy beamless face.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Then, silent Monitress! let us—not blind</div> -<div class="verse">To worlds unthought of till the searching mind <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of Science laid them open to mankind—</div> -<div class="verse">Told, also, how the voiceless heavens declare</div> -<div class="verse">God’s glory; and acknowledging thy share</div> -<div class="verse">In that blest charge; let us—without offence</div> -<div class="verse">To aught of highest, holiest, influence— <span class="linenum">45</span></div> -<div class="verse">Receive whatever good ’tis given thee to dispense.</div> -<div class="verse">May sage and simple, catching with one eye</div> -<div class="verse">The moral intimations of the sky,</div> -<div class="verse">Learn from thy course, where’er their own be taken,</div> -<div class="verse">“To look on tempests, and be never shaken”;<a name="FNanchor_20" id="FNanchor_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> <span class="linenum">50</span></div> -<div class="verse">To keep with faithful step the appointed way</div> -<div class="verse">Eclipsing or eclipsed, by night or day,</div> -<div class="verse">And from example of thy monthly range</div> -<div class="verse">Gently to brook decline and fatal change;</div> -<div class="verse">Meek, patient, stedfast, and with loftier scope, <span class="linenum">55</span></div> -<div class="verse">Than thy revival yields, for gladsome hope!<a name="FNanchor_21" id="FNanchor_21"></a><a href="#Footnote_21" class="fnanchor">[21]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_19" id="Footnote_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> Compare <i>The Triad</i>, vol. vii. p. 181.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_20" id="Footnote_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> Compare l. 6 of Shakespeare’s sonnet, beginning—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let me not to the marriage of true minds.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_21" id="Footnote_21"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> See a fragment of ten lines, which was written by Wordsworth in MS. -after the above, in a copy of his poems. They are printed in the Appendix -to this volume.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>WRITTEN AFTER THE DEATH OF CHARLES -LAMB</h3> - -<p>[Light will be thrown upon the tragic circumstance alluded -to in this poem when, after the death of Charles Lamb’s Sister, -his biographer, Mr. Sergeant Talfourd, shall be at liberty to -relate particulars which could not, at the time his Memoir was -written, be given to the public. Mary Lamb was ten years older -than her brother, and has survived him as long a time. Were -I to give way to my own feelings, I should dwell not only on -her genius and intellectual powers, but upon the delicacy and -refinement of manner which she maintained inviolable under -most trying circumstances. She was loved and honoured by -all her brother’s friends; and others, some of them strange -characters, whom his philanthropic peculiarities induced him to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> -countenance. The death of C. Lamb himself was doubtless -hastened by his sorrow for that of Coleridge, to whom he had -been attached from the time of their being school-fellows at -Christ’s Hospital. Lamb was a good Latin scholar, and -probably would have gone to college upon one of the school -foundations but for the impediment in his speech. Had such -been his lot, he would most likely have been preserved from the -indulgences of social humours and fancies which were often -injurious to himself, and causes of severe regret to his friends, -without really benefiting the object of his misapplied kindness.—I.F.]</p> - -<p>In the edition of 1837, these lines had no title. They were -printed privately,—before their first appearance in that edition,—as -a small pamphlet of seven pages without title or heading. -A copy will be found in the fifth volume of the collection of -pamphlets, forming part of the library bequeathed by the late -Mr. John Forster to the South Kensington Museum. There -are several readings to be found only in this privately-printed -edition. The poem was placed among the “Epitaphs and -Elegiac Pieces.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<p class="center">Composed November 19, 1835.—Published 1837</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To a good Man of most dear memory<a name="FNanchor_22" id="FNanchor_22"></a><a href="#Footnote_22" class="fnanchor">[22]</a></div> -<div class="verse">This Stone is sacred.<a name="FNanchor_23" id="FNanchor_23"></a><a href="#Footnote_23" class="fnanchor">[23]</a> Here he lies apart</div> -<div class="verse">From the great city where he first drew breath,</div> -<div class="verse">Was reared and taught; and humbly earned his bread,</div> -<div class="verse">To the strict labours of the merchant’s desk <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">By duty chained. Not seldom did those tasks</div> -<div class="verse">Tease, and the thought of time so spent depress,</div> -<div class="verse">His spirit, but the recompense was high;</div> -<div class="verse">Firm Independence, Bounty’s rightful sire;</div> -<div class="verse">Affections, warm as sunshine, free as air; <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">And when the precious hours of leisure came,</div> -<div class="verse">Knowledge and wisdom, gained from converse sweet</div> -<div class="verse">With books, or while he ranged the crowded streets</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> -<div class="verse">With a keen eye, and overflowing heart:</div> -<div class="verse">So genius triumphed over seeming wrong, <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">And poured out truth in works by thoughtful love</div> -<div class="verse">Inspired—works potent over smiles and tears.</div> -<div class="verse">And as round mountain-tops the lightning plays,</div> -<div class="verse">Thus innocently sported, breaking forth</div> -<div class="verse">As from a cloud of some grave sympathy, <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">Humour and wild instinctive wit, and all</div> -<div class="verse">The vivid flashes of his spoken words.</div> -<div class="verse">From the most gentle creature nursed in fields<a name="FNanchor_24" id="FNanchor_24"></a><a href="#Footnote_24" class="fnanchor">[24]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Had been derived the name he bore—a name,</div> -<div class="verse">Wherever christian altars have been raised, <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Hallowed to meekness and to innocence;</div> -<div class="verse">And if in him meekness at times gave way,</div> -<div class="verse">Provoked out of herself by troubles strange,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Many and strange, that hung about his life;<a name="FNanchor_25" id="FNanchor_25"></a><a href="#Footnote_25" class="fnanchor">[25]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Still, at the centre of his being, lodged <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">A soul by resignation sanctified:</div> -<div class="verse">And if too often, self-reproached, he felt</div> -<div class="verse">That innocence belongs not to our kind,</div> -<div class="verse">A power that never ceased to abide in him,</div> -<div class="verse">Charity, ’mid the multitude of sins<a name="FNanchor_26" id="FNanchor_26"></a><a href="#Footnote_26" class="fnanchor">[26]</a> <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">That she can cover, left not his exposed</div> -<div class="verse">To an unforgiving judgment from just Heaven.</div> -<div class="verse">O, he was good, if e’er a good Man lived!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">From a reflecting mind and sorrowing heart</div> -<div class="verse">Those simple lines flowed with an earnest wish, <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -<div class="verse">Though but a doubting hope, that they might serve</div> -<div class="verse">Fitly to guard the precious dust of him</div> -<div class="verse">Whose virtues called them forth. That aim is missed;</div> -<div class="verse">For much that truth most urgently required</div> -<div class="verse">Had from a faltering pen been asked in vain: <span class="linenum">45</span></div> -<div class="verse">Yet, haply, on the printed page received,</div> -<div class="verse">The imperfect record, there, may stand unblamed</div> -<div class="verse">As long as verse of mine shall breathe the air</div> -<div class="verse">Of memory, or see the light of love.<a name="FNanchor_27" id="FNanchor_27"></a><a href="#Footnote_27" class="fnanchor">[27]</a></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Thou wert a scorner of the fields, my Friend, <span class="linenum">50</span></div> -<div class="verse">But more in show than truth;<a name="FNanchor_28" id="FNanchor_28"></a><a href="#Footnote_28" class="fnanchor">[28]</a> and from the fields,</div> -<div class="verse">And from the mountains, to thy rural grave</div> -<div class="verse">Transported, my soothed spirit hovers o’er</div> -<div class="verse">Its green untrodden turf, and blowing flowers;</div> -<div class="verse">And taking up a voice shall speak (tho’ still <span class="linenum">55</span></div> -<div class="verse">Awed by the theme’s peculiar sanctity</div> -<div class="verse">Which words less free presumed not even to touch)</div> -<div class="verse">Of that fraternal love, whose heaven-lit lamp</div> -<div class="verse">From infancy, through manhood, to the last</div> -<div class="verse">Of threescore years, and to thy latest hour, <span class="linenum">60</span></div> -<div class="verse">Burnt on with ever-strengthening light, enshrined<a name="FNanchor_29" id="FNanchor_29"></a><a href="#Footnote_29" class="fnanchor">[29]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Within thy bosom.</div> -<div class="verse indent13">“Wonderful” hath been</div> -<div class="verse">The love established between man and man,</div> -<div class="verse">“Passing the love of women;” and between</div> -<div class="verse">Man and his help-mate in fast wedlock joined <span class="linenum">65</span></div> -<div class="verse">Through God,<a name="FNanchor_30" id="FNanchor_30"></a><a href="#Footnote_30" class="fnanchor">[30]</a> is raised a spirit and soul of love</div> -<div class="verse">Without whose blissful influence Paradise</div> -<div class="verse">Had been no Paradise; and earth were now</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> -<div class="verse">A waste where creatures bearing human form,</div> -<div class="verse">Direst of savage beasts, would roam in fear, <span class="linenum">70</span></div> -<div class="verse">Joyless and comfortless. Our days glide on;<a name="FNanchor_31" id="FNanchor_31"></a><a href="#Footnote_31" class="fnanchor">[31]</a></div> -<div class="verse">And let him grieve who cannot choose but grieve</div> -<div class="verse">That he hath been an Elm without his Vine,</div> -<div class="verse">And her bright dower of clustering charities,</div> -<div class="verse">That, round his trunk and branches, might have clung <span class="linenum">75</span></div> -<div class="verse">Enriching and adorning. Unto thee,</div> -<div class="verse">Not so enriched, not so adorned, to thee</div> -<div class="verse">Was given (say rather thou of later birth</div> -<div class="verse">Wert given to her) a Sister—’tis a word</div> -<div class="verse">Timidly uttered, for she <i>lives</i>, the meek, <span class="linenum">80</span></div> -<div class="verse">The self-restraining, and the ever-kind;</div> -<div class="verse">In whom thy reason and intelligent heart</div> -<div class="verse">Found—for all interests, hopes, and tender cares,</div> -<div class="verse">All softening, humanising, hallowing powers,</div> -<div class="verse">Whether withheld, or for her sake unsought— <span class="linenum">85</span></div> -<div class="verse">More than sufficient recompense!</div> -<div class="verse indent16">Her love</div> -<div class="verse">(What weakness prompts the voice to tell it here?)</div> -<div class="verse">Was as the love of mothers; and when years,</div> -<div class="verse">Lifting the boy to man’s estate, had called</div> -<div class="verse">The long-protected to assume the part <span class="linenum">90</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of a protector, the first filial tie</div> -<div class="verse">Was undissolved; and, in or out of sight,</div> -<div class="verse">Remained imperishably interwoven</div> -<div class="verse">With life itself. Thus, ’mid a shifting world,</div> -<div class="verse">Did they together testify of time<a name="FNanchor_32" id="FNanchor_32"></a><a href="#Footnote_32" class="fnanchor">[32]</a> <span class="linenum">95</span></div> -<div class="verse">And season’s difference—a double tree</div> -<div class="verse">With two collateral stems sprung from one root;</div> -<div class="verse">Such were they—such thro’ life they <i>might</i> have been</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> -<div class="verse">In union, in partition only such;</div> -<div class="verse">Otherwise wrought the will of the Most High; <span class="linenum">100</span></div> -<div class="verse">Yet, thro’ all visitations and all trials,</div> -<div class="verse">Still they were faithful; like two vessels launched</div> -<div class="verse">From the same beach one ocean to explore<a name="FNanchor_33" id="FNanchor_33"></a><a href="#Footnote_33" class="fnanchor">[33]</a></div> -<div class="verse">With mutual help, and sailing—to their league</div> -<div class="verse">True, as inexorable winds, or bars <span class="linenum">105</span></div> -<div class="verse">Floating or fixed of polar ice, allow.<a name="FNanchor_34" id="FNanchor_34"></a><a href="#Footnote_34" class="fnanchor">[34]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">But turn we rather, let my spirit turn</div> -<div class="verse">With thine, O silent and invisible Friend!</div> -<div class="verse">To those dear intervals, nor rare nor brief,</div> -<div class="verse">When reunited, and by choice withdrawn <span class="linenum">110</span></div> -<div class="verse">From miscellaneous converse, ye were taught</div> -<div class="verse">That the remembrance of foregone distress,</div> -<div class="verse">And the worse fear of future ill (which oft</div> -<div class="verse">Doth hang around it, as a sickly child</div> -<div class="verse">Upon its mother) may be both alike <span class="linenum">115</span></div> -<div class="verse">Disarmed of power to unsettle present good</div> -<div class="verse">So prized, and things inward and outward held</div> -<div class="verse">In such an even balance, that the heart</div> -<div class="verse">Acknowledges God’s grace, his mercy feels,</div> -<div class="verse">And in its depth of gratitude is still. <span class="linenum">120</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">O gift divine of quiet sequestration!</div> -<div class="verse">The hermit, exercised in prayer and praise,</div> -<div class="verse">And feeding daily on the hope of heaven,</div> -<div class="verse">Is happy in his vow, and fondly cleaves</div> -<div class="verse">To life-long singleness; but happier far <span class="linenum">125</span></div> -<div class="verse">Was to your souls, and, to the thoughts of others,</div> -<div class="verse">A thousand times more beautiful appeared,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Your <i>dual</i> loneliness. The sacred tie</div> -<div class="verse">Is broken; yet why grieve? for Time but holds</div> -<div class="verse">His moiety in trust, till Joy shall lead <span class="linenum">130</span></div> -<div class="verse">To the blest world where parting is unknown.<a name="FNanchor_35" id="FNanchor_35"></a><a href="#Footnote_35" class="fnanchor">[35]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_22" id="Footnote_22"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> 1837.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>To the dear memory of a frail good Man</i></div> -<div class="verse attribution">In privately printed edition.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_23" id="Footnote_23"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> Charles Lamb died December 27, 1834, and was buried in Edmonton -Churchyard, in a spot selected by himself.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_24" id="Footnote_24"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> This way of indicating the <i>name</i> of my lamented friend has been found -fault with, perhaps rightly so; but I may say in justification of the double -sense of the word, that similar allusions are not uncommon in epitaphs. -One of the best in our language in verse, I ever read, was upon a person -who bore the name of Palmer†; and the course of the thought, throughout, -turned upon the Life of the Departed, considered as a pilgrimage. Nor can -I think that the objection in the present case will have much force with any -one who remembers Charles Lamb’s beautiful sonnet addressed to his own -name, and ending—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No deed of mine shall shame thee, gentle name!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center">W. W. 1837.</p> - -<p>† 1840. Pilgrim; 1837.</p> - -<p>Professor Henry Reed, in his edition of 1837, added the following note to -Wordsworth’s. “In <i>Hierologus</i>, a Church Tour through England and -Wales, I have met with an epitaph which is probably the one alluded to -above … a Kentish epitaph on one Palmer:</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Palmers all our fathers were;</div> -<div class="verse">I, a Palmer lived here,</div> -<div class="verse">And traveyled sore, till worn with age,</div> -<div class="verse">I ended this world’s pilgrimage,</div> -<div class="verse">On the blest Ascension Day</div> -<div class="verse">In the cheerful month of May.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The above is Professor Reed’s note. The following is an exact copy of the -epitaph:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Palmers</i> all our faders were;</div> -<div class="verse">I, a <i>Palmer</i> livyd here</div> -<div class="verse">And travyld still till worne wyth age,</div> -<div class="verse">I endyd this world’s pylgramage,</div> -<div class="verse">On the blyst assention day</div> -<div class="verse">In the cherful month of May;</div> -<div class="verse">A thowsand wyth fowre hundryd seven,</div> -<div class="verse">And took my jorney hense to heven.</div> -<div class="verse">(Printed by Weever.)</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_25" id="Footnote_25"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> Compare Talfourd’s <i>Final Memorials of Charles Lamb</i>, <i>passim</i>.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_26" id="Footnote_26"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> 1837.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>He had a constant friend—in Charity</i>;</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Her</span> <i>who, among</i> a multitude of sins,</div> -<div class="verse attribution">In privately printed edition.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_27" id="Footnote_27"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> 1837.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">From a reflecting mind and sorrowing heart</div> -<div class="verse">This tribute flow’d, with hope that it might guard</div> -<div class="verse">The dust of him whose virtues call’d it forth;</div> -<div class="verse">But ’tis a little space of earth that man,</div> -<div class="verse">Stretch’d out in death, is doom’d to occupy;</div> -<div class="verse">Still smaller space doth modest custom yield,</div> -<div class="verse">On sculptured tomb or tablet, to the claims</div> -<div class="verse">Of the deceased, or rights of the bereft.</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis well; and tho’, the record overstepped</div> -<div class="verse">Those narrow bounds, yet on the printed page</div> -<div class="verse">Received, there may it stand, I trust, unblamed</div> -<div class="verse">As long as verse of mine shall steal from tears</div> -<div class="verse">Their bitterness, or live to shed a gleam</div> -<div class="verse">Of solace over one dejected thought.</div> -<div class="verse attribution">In privately printed edition.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Professor Dowden quotes, from “a slip of MS. in the poet’s hand-writing,” -the following variation of these lines—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Tis well, and if the Record in the strength</div> -<div class="verse">And earnestness of feeling, overpass’d</div> -<div class="verse">Those narrow limits and so miss’d its aim,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet will I trust that on the printed page</div> -<div class="verse">Received, it there may keep a place unblamed.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_28" id="Footnote_28"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> Lamb’s indifference to the country “was a sort of ‘mock apparel,’ in -which it was his humour at times to invest himself.” (H. N. Coleridge, -Supplement to the <i>Biographia Literaria</i>, p. 333.)—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_29" id="Footnote_29"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> 1837.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Burned, and with ever-strengthening light, enshrined</div> -<div class="verse attribution">In privately printed edition.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_30" id="Footnote_30"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30"><span class="label">[30]</span></a> 1837.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">By God, …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">In privately printed edition.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_31" id="Footnote_31"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31"><span class="label">[31]</span></a> 1837.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… Our days pass on;</div> -<div class="verse attribution">In privately printed edition.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_32" id="Footnote_32"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32"><span class="label">[32]</span></a> 1837.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Together stood they witnessing of time</div> -<div class="verse attribution">In privately printed edition.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_33" id="Footnote_33"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33"><span class="label">[33]</span></a> 1837.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yet, in all visitations, through all trials</div> -<div class="verse">Still they were faithful, like two goodly ships</div> -<div class="verse">Launch’d from the beach, …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">In privately printed edition.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_34" id="Footnote_34"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34"><span class="label">[34]</span></a> Compare the testimony borne to Mary Lamb by Mr. Procter (Barry -Cornwall), and by Henry Crabb Robinson.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_35" id="Footnote_35"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35"><span class="label">[35]</span></a> 1837.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent12">… The sacred tie</div> -<div class="verse">Is broken, to become more sacred still.</div> -<div class="verse attribution">In privately printed edition.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Wordsworth originally meant to write an epitaph on Charles Lamb, but -his verse grew into an elegy of some length. A reference to the circumstance -of its “composition” will be found in one of his letters, in a later volume.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>EXTEMPORE EFFUSION UPON THE DEATH -OF JAMES HOGG</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1835.—Published 1835</p> - -<p>[These verses were written extempore, immediately after -reading a notice of the Ettrick Shepherd’s death, in the -Newcastle paper, to the Editor of which I sent a copy for -publication. The persons lamented in these verses were all -either of my friends or acquaintance. In Lockhart’s <i>Life of Sir -Walter Scott</i>, an account is given of my first meeting with -him in 1803. How the Ettrick Shepherd and I became known -to each other has already been mentioned in these notes. He -was undoubtedly a man of original genius, but of coarse manners -and low and offensive opinions. Of Coleridge and Lamb I -need not speak here. Crabbe I have met in London at Mr. -Rogers’s, but more frequently and favourably at Mr. Hoare’s -upon Hampstead Heath. Every spring he used to pay that -family a visit of some length, and was upon terms of intimate -friendship with Mrs. Hoare, and still more with her daughter-in-law, -who has a large collection of his letters addressed to -herself. After the Poet’s decease, application was made to her -to give up these letters to his biographer, that they, or at least -part of them, might be given to the public. She hesitated to -comply, and asked my opinion on the subject. “By no means,” -was my answer, grounded not upon any objection there might -be to publishing a selection from these letters, but from an -aversion I have always felt to meet idle curiosity by calling<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> -back the recently departed to become the object of trivial and -familiar gossip. Crabbe obviously for the most part preferred -the company of women to that of men, for this among other -reasons, that he did not like to be put upon the stretch in -general conversation: accordingly in miscellaneous society his -<i>talk</i> was so much below what might have been expected from a -man so deservedly celebrated, that to me it seemed trifling. It -must upon other occasions have been of a different character, as -I found in our rambles together on Hampstead Heath, and not -so much from a readiness to communicate his knowledge of life -and manners as of natural history in all its branches. His mind -was inquisitive, and he seems to have taken refuge from the -remembrance of the distresses he had gone through, in these -studies and the employments to which they led. Moreover, -such contemplations might tend profitably to counterbalance the -painful truths which he had collected from his intercourse with -mankind. Had I been more intimate with him, I should have -ventured to touch upon his office as a minister of the Gospel, -and how far his heart and soul were in it so as to make him -a zealous and diligent labourer: in poetry, though he wrote -much as we all know, he assuredly was not so. I happened -once to speak of pains as necessary to produce merit of a certain -kind which I highly valued: his observation was—“It is not -worth while.” You are quite right, thought I, if the labour -encroaches upon the time due to teach truth as a steward of the -mysteries of God: if there be cause to fear <i>that</i>, write less: -but, if poetry is to be produced at all, make what you do -produce as good as you can. Mr. Rogers once told me that he -expressed his regret to Crabbe that he wrote in his later works -so much less correctly than in his earlier. “Yes,” replied he, -“but then I had a reputation to make; now I can afford to -relax.” Whether it was from a modest estimate of his own -qualifications, or from causes less creditable, his motives for -writing verse and his hopes and aims were not so high as is to -be desired. After being silent for more than twenty years, he -again applied himself to poetry, upon the spur of applause he -received from the periodical publications of the day, as he -himself tells us in one of his prefaces. Is it not to be lamented -that a man who was so conversant with permanent truth, -and whose writings are so valuable an acquisition to our -country’s literature, should have <i>required</i> an impulse from such -a quarter? Mrs. Hemans was unfortunate as a poetess in being -obliged by circumstances to write for money, and that so<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span> -frequently and so much, that she was compelled to look out -for subjects wherever she could find them, and to write as -expeditiously as possible. As a woman, she was to a considerable -degree a spoilt child of the world. She had been early in life -distinguished for talent, and poems of hers were published while -she was a girl. She had also been handsome in her youth, but -her education had been most unfortunate. She was totally -ignorant of housewifery, and could as easily have managed the -spear of Minerva as her needle. It was from observing these -deficiencies, that, one day while she was under my roof, I -<i>purposely</i> directed her attention to household economy, and -told her I had purchased <i>Scales</i> which I intended to present -to a young lady as a wedding present; pointed out their -utility (for her especial benefit) and said that no ménage -ought to be without them. Mrs. Hemans, not in the least -suspecting my drift, reported this saying, in a letter to a friend -at the time, as a proof of my simplicity. Being disposed to -make large allowances for the faults of her education and the -circumstances in which she was placed, I felt most kindly -disposed towards her, and took her part upon all occasions, and -I was not a little affected by learning that after she withdrew to -Ireland, a long and severe sickness raised her spirit as it -depressed her body. This I heard from her most intimate -friends, and there is striking evidence of it in a poem written -and published not long before her death. These notices of Mrs. -Hemans would be very unsatisfactory to her intimate friends, as -indeed they are to myself, not so much for what is said, but -what for brevity’s sake is left unsaid. Let it suffice to add, -there was much sympathy between us, and, if opportunity had -been allowed me to see more of her, I should have loved and -valued her accordingly; as it is, I remember her with true -affection for her amiable qualities, and, above all, for her -delicate and irreproachable conduct during her long separation -from an unfeeling husband, whom she had been led to marry -from the romantic notions of inexperienced youth. Upon this -husband I never heard her cast the least reproach, nor did I -ever hear her even name him, though she did not wholly -forbear to touch upon her domestic position; but never so that -any fault could be found with her manner of adverting to it. -—I.F.]</p> - -<p>This first appeared in <i>The Athenæum</i>, December 12, 1835, -and in the edition of 1837 it was included among the “Epitaphs -and Elegiac Pieces.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When first, descending from the moorlands,</div> -<div class="verse">I saw the Stream of Yarrow glide</div> -<div class="verse">Along a bare and open valley,</div> -<div class="verse">The Ettrick Shepherd was my guide.<a name="FNanchor_36" id="FNanchor_36"></a><a href="#Footnote_36" class="fnanchor">[36]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When last along its banks I wandered, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Through groves that had begun to shed</div> -<div class="verse">Their golden leaves upon the pathways,</div> -<div class="verse">My steps the Border-minstrel led.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The mighty Minstrel breathes no longer,<a name="FNanchor_37" id="FNanchor_37"></a><a href="#Footnote_37" class="fnanchor">[37]</a></div> -<div class="verse">’Mid mouldering ruins low he lies;<a name="FNanchor_38" id="FNanchor_38"></a><a href="#Footnote_38" class="fnanchor">[38]</a> <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">And death upon the braes of Yarrow,</div> -<div class="verse">Has closed the Shepherd-poet’s eyes:<a name="FNanchor_39" id="FNanchor_39"></a><a href="#Footnote_39" class="fnanchor">[39]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nor has the rolling year twice measured,</div> -<div class="verse">From sign to sign, its stedfast course,</div> -<div class="verse">Since every mortal power of Coleridge <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">Was frozen at its marvellous source;<a name="FNanchor_40" id="FNanchor_40"></a><a href="#Footnote_40" class="fnanchor">[40]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The rapt One, of the godlike forehead,<a name="FNanchor_41" id="FNanchor_41"></a><a href="#Footnote_41" class="fnanchor">[41]</a></div> -<div class="verse">The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth:</div> -<div class="verse">And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle,</div> -<div class="verse">Has vanished from his lonely hearth.<a name="FNanchor_42" id="FNanchor_42"></a><a href="#Footnote_42" class="fnanchor">[42]</a> <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Like clouds that rake the mountain-summits,<a name="FNanchor_43" id="FNanchor_43"></a><a href="#Footnote_43" class="fnanchor">[43]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Or waves that own no curbing hand,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> -<div class="verse">How fast has brother followed brother,</div> -<div class="verse">From sunshine to the sunless land!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yet I, whose lids from infant slumber<a name="FNanchor_44" id="FNanchor_44"></a><a href="#Footnote_44" class="fnanchor">[44]</a> <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Were earlier raised, remain to hear</div> -<div class="verse">A timid voice, that asks in whispers,</div> -<div class="verse">“Who next will drop and disappear?”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our haughty life is crowned with darkness,</div> -<div class="verse">Like London with its own black wreath, <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">On which with thee, O Crabbe! forth-looking,</div> -<div class="verse">I gazed from Hampstead’s breezy heath.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As if but yesterday departed,</div> -<div class="verse">Thou too art gone before;<a name="FNanchor_45" id="FNanchor_45"></a><a href="#Footnote_45" class="fnanchor">[45]</a> but why,</div> -<div class="verse">O’er ripe fruit, seasonably gathered, <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">Should frail survivors heave a sigh?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Mourn rather for that holy Spirit,</div> -<div class="verse">Sweet as the spring, as ocean deep;</div> -<div class="verse">For Her who, ere her summer faded,</div> -<div class="verse">Has sunk into a breathless sleep.<a name="FNanchor_46" id="FNanchor_46"></a><a href="#Footnote_46" class="fnanchor">[46]</a> <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No more of old romantic sorrows,</div> -<div class="verse">For slaughtered Youth or love-lorn Maid!</div> -<div class="verse">With sharper grief is Yarrow smitten,</div> -<div class="verse">And Ettrick mourns with her their Poet dead.<a name="FNanchor_47" id="FNanchor_47"></a><a href="#Footnote_47" class="fnanchor">[47]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_36" id="Footnote_36"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36"><span class="label">[36]</span></a> Compare <i>Yarrow Visited</i> (September, 1814), vol. vi. p. 35.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_37" id="Footnote_37"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37"><span class="label">[37]</span></a> Compare <i>Yarrow Revisited</i> (1831), vol. vii. p. 278.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_38" id="Footnote_38"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38"><span class="label">[38]</span></a> Scott died at Abbotsford, on the 21st September 1832, and was buried -in Dryburgh Abbey.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_39" id="Footnote_39"></a><a href="#FNanchor_39"><span class="label">[39]</span></a> Hogg died at Altrive, on the 21st November 1835.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_40" id="Footnote_40"></a><a href="#FNanchor_40"><span class="label">[40]</span></a> Coleridge died at Highgate, on the 25th July 1834.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_41" id="Footnote_41"></a><a href="#FNanchor_41"><span class="label">[41]</span></a> Compare the <i>Stanzas written in my Pocket Copy of Thomson’s -“Castle of Indolence”</i> (vol. ii. p. 307)—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Profound his forehead was, though not severe.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_42" id="Footnote_42"></a><a href="#FNanchor_42"><span class="label">[42]</span></a> Lamb died in London, on the 27th December 1834.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_43" id="Footnote_43"></a><a href="#FNanchor_43"><span class="label">[43]</span></a> “This expression is borrowed from a sonnet by Mr. G. Bell, the author -of a small volume of poems lately printed at Penrith. Speaking of Skiddaw -he says—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yon dark cloud ‘rakes,’ and shrouds its noble brow.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right">(Henry Reed, 1837.)—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_44" id="Footnote_44"></a><a href="#FNanchor_44"><span class="label">[44]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… slumbers</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1837.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_45" id="Footnote_45"></a><a href="#FNanchor_45"><span class="label">[45]</span></a> George Crabbe died at Trowbridge, Wiltshire, on the 3rd of February -1832.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_46" id="Footnote_46"></a><a href="#FNanchor_46"><span class="label">[46]</span></a> Felicia Hemans died 16th May 1835.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_47" id="Footnote_47"></a><a href="#FNanchor_47"><span class="label">[47]</span></a></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Grieve rather for that holy Spirit</div> -<div class="verse">Pure as the sky, as ocean deep;</div> -<div class="verse">For her who ere the summer faded</div> -<div class="verse">Has sunk into a breathless sleep.</div> -<div class="verse">No more of old romantic sorrows</div> -<div class="verse">For slaughtered Youth or love-lorn Maid!</div> -<div class="verse">With sharper grief is Yarrow smitten,</div> -<div class="verse">And Ettrick mourns her Shepherd Poet dead.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">C.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p> - -<h3>UPON SEEING A COLOURED DRAWING OF -THE BIRD OF PARADISE IN AN ALBUM</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1835.—Published 1836</p> - -<p>[I cannot forbear to record that the last seven lines of this -Poem were composed in bed during the night of the day on -which my sister Sara Hutchinson died about 6 <span class="smcap">P.M.</span>, and it -was the thought of her innocent and beautiful life that, through -faith, prompted the words——</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">On wings that fear no glance of God’s pure sight,</div> -<div class="verse">No tempest from his breath.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The reader will find two poems on pictures of this bird among -my Poems. I will here observe that in a far greater number of -instances than have been mentioned in these notes one poem -has, as in this case, grown out of another, either because I felt -the subject had been inadequately treated, or that the thoughts -and images suggested in course of composition have been such -as I found interfered with the unity indispensable to every work -of art, however humble in character.—I.F.]</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Poems of Sentiment and Reflection.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Who rashly strove thy Image to portray?</div> -<div class="verse">Thou buoyant minion of the tropic air;</div> -<div class="verse">How could he think of the live creature——gay</div> -<div class="verse">With a divinity of colours, drest</div> -<div class="verse">In all her brightness, from the dancing crest <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Far as the last gleam of the filmy train</div> -<div class="verse">Extended and extending to sustain</div> -<div class="verse">The motions that it graces——and forbear</div> -<div class="verse">To drop his pencil! Flowers of every clime</div> -<div class="verse">Depicted on these pages smile at time; <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">And gorgeous insects copied with nice care</div> -<div class="verse">Are here, and likenesses of many a shell</div> -<div class="verse">Tossed ashore by restless waves,</div> -<div class="verse">Or in the diver’s grasp fetched up from caves</div> -<div class="verse">Where sea-nymphs might be proud to dwell: <span class="linenum">15</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> -<div class="verse">But whose rash hand (again I ask) could dare,</div> -<div class="verse">’Mid casual tokens and promiscuous shows,</div> -<div class="verse">To circumscribe this Shape in fixed repose;</div> -<div class="verse">Could imitate for indolent survey,</div> -<div class="verse">Perhaps for touch profane, <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">Plumes that might catch, but cannot keep, a stain;</div> -<div class="verse">And, with cloud-streaks lightest and loftiest, share</div> -<div class="verse">The sun’s first greeting, his last farewell ray!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Resplendent Wanderer! followed with glad eyes</div> -<div class="verse">Where’er her course; mysterious Bird! <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">To whom, by wondering Fancy stirred,</div> -<div class="verse">Eastern Islanders have given</div> -<div class="verse">A holy name——the Bird of Heaven!</div> -<div class="verse">And even a title higher still,</div> -<div class="verse">The Bird of God!<a name="FNanchor_48" id="FNanchor_48"></a><a href="#Footnote_48" class="fnanchor">[48]</a> whose blessed will <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">She seems performing as she flies</div> -<div class="verse">Over the earth and through the skies</div> -<div class="verse">In never-wearied search of Paradise——</div> -<div class="verse">Region that crowns her beauty with the name</div> -<div class="verse">She bears for <i>us</i>——for us how blest, <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">How happy at all seasons, could like aim</div> -<div class="verse">Uphold our Spirits urged to kindred flight</div> -<div class="verse">On wings that fear no glance of God’s pure sight,</div> -<div class="verse">No tempest from his breath, their promised rest</div> -<div class="verse">Seeking with indefatigable quest <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -<div class="verse">Above a world that deems itself most wise</div> -<div class="verse">When most enslaved by gross realities!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_48" id="Footnote_48"></a><a href="#FNanchor_48"><span class="label">[48]</span></a> Compare, in Robert Browning’s poem on Guercino’s picture of <i>The -Guardian-Angel at Fano</i>——</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thou bird of God.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></p> - -<h3>“DESPONDING FATHER! MARK THIS -ALTERED BOUGH”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1835.—Published 1835</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Desponding Father! mark this altered bough,<a name="FNanchor_49" id="FNanchor_49"></a><a href="#Footnote_49" class="fnanchor">[49]</a></div> -<div class="verse">So beautiful of late, with sunshine warmed,</div> -<div class="verse">Or moist with dews; what more unsightly now,</div> -<div class="verse">Its blossoms shrivelled, and its fruit, if formed,</div> -<div class="verse">Invisible? yet Spring her genial brow <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Knits not o’er that discolouring and decay</div> -<div class="verse">As false to expectation. Nor fret thou</div> -<div class="verse">At like unlovely process in the May</div> -<div class="verse">Of human life: a Stripling’s graces blow,</div> -<div class="verse">Fade and are shed, that from their timely fall <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">(Misdeem it not a cankerous change) may grow</div> -<div class="verse">Rich mellow bearings, that for thanks shall call:</div> -<div class="verse">In all men, sinful is it to be slow</div> -<div class="verse">To hope——in Parents, sinful above all.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_49" id="Footnote_49"></a><a href="#FNanchor_49"><span class="label">[49]</span></a> Compare <i>The Excursion</i> (book iii. l. 649), and the sonnet (vol. vi. p. 72) -beginning——</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Surprised by joy——impatient as the Wind.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>“FOUR FIERY STEEDS IMPATIENT OF THE -REIN”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1835.—Published 1835</p> - -<p>[Suggested on the road between Preston and Lancaster -where it first gives a view of the Lake country, and composed -on the same day, on the roof of the coach.—I.F.]</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Four fiery steeds impatient of the rein</div> -<div class="verse">Whirled us o’er sunless ground beneath a sky</div> -<div class="verse">As void of sunshine, when, from that wide plain,</div> -<div class="verse">Clear tops of far-off mountains we descry,</div> -<div class="verse">Like a Sierra of cerulean Spain, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">All light and lustre. Did no heart reply?</div> -<div class="verse">Yes, there was One;—for One, asunder fly</div> -<div class="verse">The thousand links of that ethereal chain;</div> -<div class="verse">And green vales open out, with grove and field,</div> -<div class="verse">And the fair front of many a happy Home; <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Such tempting spots as into vision come</div> -<div class="verse">While Soldiers, weary of the arms they wield</div> -<div class="verse">And sick at heart<a name="FNanchor_50" id="FNanchor_50"></a><a href="#Footnote_50" class="fnanchor">[50]</a> of strifeful Christendom,</div> -<div class="verse">Gaze on the moon by parting clouds revealed.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_50" id="Footnote_50"></a><a href="#FNanchor_50"><span class="label">[50]</span></a> 1837.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">While Soldiers, of the weapons that they wield</div> -<div class="verse">Weary, and sick of strifeful …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1835.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<h3>TO ——</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1835.—Published 1835</p> - -<p>[The fate of this poor Dove, as described, was told to me at -Brinsop Court, by the young lady to whom I have given the -name of Lesbia.—I.F.]</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">[Miss not the occasion: by the forelock take</div> -<div class="verse">That subtle Power, the never-halting Time,</div> -<div class="verse">Lest a mere moment’s putting-off should make</div> -<div class="verse">Mischance almost as heavy as a crime.]</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Wait, prithee, wait!” this answer Lesbia<a name="FNanchor_51" id="FNanchor_51"></a><a href="#Footnote_51" class="fnanchor">[51]</a> threw</div> -<div class="verse">Forth to her Dove, and took no further heed.</div> -<div class="verse">Her eye was busy, while her fingers flew</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Across the harp, with soul-engrossing speed;</div> -<div class="verse">But from that bondage when her thoughts were freed <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">She rose, and toward the close-shut casement drew,</div> -<div class="verse">Whence the poor unregarded Favourite, true</div> -<div class="verse">To old affections, had been heard to plead</div> -<div class="verse">With flapping wing for entrance. What a shriek</div> -<div class="verse">Forced from that voice so lately tuned to a strain <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of harmony!——a shriek of terror, pain,</div> -<div class="verse">And self-reproach! for, from aloft, a Kite</div> -<div class="verse">Pounced,——and the Dove, which from its ruthless beak</div> -<div class="verse">She could not rescue, perished in her sight!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_51" id="Footnote_51"></a><a href="#FNanchor_51"><span class="label">[51]</span></a> Miss Loveday Walker, daughter of the Rector of Brinsop. See the -Fenwick note to the next sonnet.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>ROMAN ANTIQUITIES DISCOVERED AT -BISHOPSTONE, HEREFORDSHIRE</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1835.—Published 1835</p> - -<p>[My attention to these antiquities was directed by Mr. -Walker, son to the itinerant Eidouranian Philosopher. The -beautiful pavement was discovered within a few yards of the -front door of his parsonage, and appeared from the site (in -full view of several hills upon which there had formerly been -Roman encampments) as if it might have been the villa of the -commander of the forces, at least such was Mr. Walker’s -conjecture.—I.F.]</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">While poring Antiquarians search the ground</div> -<div class="verse">Upturned with curious pains, the Bard, a Seer,</div> -<div class="verse">Takes fire:——The men that have been reappear;</div> -<div class="verse">Romans for travel girt, for business gowned;</div> -<div class="verse">And some recline on couches, myrtle-crowned, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">In festal glee: why not? For fresh and clear,</div> -<div class="verse">As if its hues were of the passing year,</div> -<div class="verse">Dawns this time-buried pavement. From that mound</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Hoards may come forth of Trajans, Maximins,</div> -<div class="verse">Shrunk into coins with all their warlike toil: <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Or a fierce impress issues with its foil</div> -<div class="verse">Of tenderness—the Wolf, whose suckling Twins</div> -<div class="verse">The unlettered ploughboy pities when he wins</div> -<div class="verse">The casual treasure from the furrowed soil.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>ST. CATHERINE OF LEDBURY</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1835.—Published 1835</p> - -<p>[Written on a journey from Brinsop Court, Herefordshire.—I.F.]</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When human touch (as monkish books attest)</div> -<div class="verse">Nor was applied nor could be, Ledbury bells</div> -<div class="verse">Broke forth in concert flung adown the dells,</div> -<div class="verse">And upward, high as Malvern’s cloudy crest;<a name="FNanchor_52" id="FNanchor_52"></a><a href="#Footnote_52" class="fnanchor">[52]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Sweet tones, and caught by a noble Lady blest <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">To rapture! Mabel listened at the side</div> -<div class="verse">Of her loved mistress: soon the music died,</div> -<div class="verse">And Catherine said, Here I set up my rest.</div> -<div class="verse">Warned in a dream, the Wanderer long had sought</div> -<div class="verse">A home that by such miracle of sound <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Must be revealed:—she heard it now, or felt</div> -<div class="verse">The deep, deep joy of a confiding thought;</div> -<div class="verse">And there, a saintly Anchoress, she dwelt</div> -<div class="verse">Till she exchanged for heaven that happy ground.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_52" id="Footnote_52"></a><a href="#FNanchor_52"><span class="label">[52]</span></a> The Ledbury bells are easily audible on the Malvern hills.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span></p> - -<h3>“BY A BLEST HUSBAND GUIDED, MARY -CAME”<a name="FNanchor_53" id="FNanchor_53"></a><a href="#Footnote_53" class="fnanchor">[53]</a></h3> - -<p class="center">Published 1835</p> - -<p>[This lady was named Carleton; she, along with a sister, was -brought up in the neighbourhood of Ambleside. The epitaph, -a part of it at least, is in the church at Bromsgrove, where she -resided after her marriage.—I.F.]</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Epitaphs and Elegiac Pieces.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">By a blest Husband guided, Mary came</div> -<div class="verse">From nearest kindred, Vernon<a name="FNanchor_54" id="FNanchor_54"></a><a href="#Footnote_54" class="fnanchor">[54]</a> her new name;</div> -<div class="verse">She came, though meek of soul, in seemly pride</div> -<div class="verse">Of happiness and hope, a youthful Bride.</div> -<div class="verse">O dread reverse! if aught <i>be</i> so, which proves <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">That God will chasten whom he dearly loves.</div> -<div class="verse">Faith bore her up through pains in mercy given,</div> -<div class="verse">And troubles that were each a step to Heaven:</div> -<div class="verse">Two Babes were laid in earth before she died;</div> -<div class="verse">A third now slumbers at the Mother’s side; <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Its Sister-twin survives, whose smiles afford</div> -<div class="verse">A trembling solace to her widowed Lord.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Reader! if to thy bosom cling the pain</div> -<div class="verse">Of recent sorrow combated in vain;</div> -<div class="verse">Or if thy cherished grief have failed to thwart <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">Time still intent on his insidious part,</div> -<div class="verse">Lulling the mourner’s best good thoughts asleep,</div> -<div class="verse">Pilfering regrets we would, but cannot, keep;</div> -<div class="verse">Bear with Him—judge <i>Him</i> gently who makes known</div> -<div class="verse">His bitter loss by this memorial Stone; <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">And pray that in his faithful breast the grace</div> -<div class="verse">Of resignation find a hallowed place.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_53" id="Footnote_53"></a><a href="#FNanchor_53"><span class="label">[53]</span></a> 1837.</p> - -<p>In the edition of 1835 the title was “Epitaph.”</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_54" id="Footnote_54"></a><a href="#FNanchor_54"><span class="label">[54]</span></a> 1837.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">From nearest kindred, …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1835.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p> - -<h3>“OH WHAT A WRECK! HOW CHANGED -IN MIEN AND SPEECH!”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1835.—Published 1838</p> - -<p>[The sad condition of poor Mrs. Southey<a name="FNanchor_55" id="FNanchor_55"></a><a href="#Footnote_55" class="fnanchor">[55]</a> put me upon -writing this. It has afforded comfort to many persons whose -friends have been similarly affected.—I.F.]</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh what a Wreck! how changed in mien and speech!</div> -<div class="verse">Yet—though dread Powers, that work in mystery, spin</div> -<div class="verse">Entanglings of<a name="FNanchor_56" id="FNanchor_56"></a><a href="#Footnote_56" class="fnanchor">[56]</a> the brain; though shadows stretch</div> -<div class="verse">O’er the chilled heart—reflect; far, far within</div> -<div class="verse">Hers is a holy Being, freed from Sin. <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">She is not what she seems, a forlorn wretch,</div> -<div class="verse">But delegated Spirits comfort fetch</div> -<div class="verse">To Her from heights that Reason may not win.</div> -<div class="verse">Like Children, She is privileged to hold</div> -<div class="verse">Divine communion;<a name="FNanchor_57" id="FNanchor_57"></a><a href="#Footnote_57" class="fnanchor">[57]</a> both do live and move, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Whate’er to shallow Faith their ways unfold,</div> -<div class="verse">Inly illumined by Heaven’s pitying love;</div> -<div class="verse">Love pitying innocence not long to last,</div> -<div class="verse">In them—in Her our sins and sorrows past.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_55" id="Footnote_55"></a><a href="#FNanchor_55"><span class="label">[55]</span></a> Mrs. Southey died 16th November 1837. She had long been an invalid. -See Southey’s <i>Life and Correspondence</i>, vol. vi. p. 347.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_56" id="Footnote_56"></a><a href="#FNanchor_56"><span class="label">[56]</span></a> 1842.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… for …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1838.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_57" id="Footnote_57"></a><a href="#FNanchor_57"><span class="label">[57]</span></a> Compare a remark of Wordsworth’s that he never saw those with mind -unhinged, but he thought of the words, “Life hid in God.” It is a curious -oriental belief that idiots are in closer communion with the Infinite than the -sane are.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ch1836">1836</h2> - -<p>So far as can be ascertained, only one sonnet was written by -Wordsworth in 1836. The verses <i>To a Redbreast</i>, by his sister-in-law, -Sarah Hutchinson, may however be placed alongside -of the sonnet addressed to her.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<h3>NOVEMBER 1836</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1836.—Published 1837.</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Even so for me a Vision sanctified</div> -<div class="verse">The sway of Death; long ere mine eyes had seen</div> -<div class="verse">Thy countenance—the still rapture of thy mien—</div> -<div class="verse">When thou, dear Sister!<a name="FNanchor_58" id="FNanchor_58"></a><a href="#Footnote_58" class="fnanchor">[58]</a> wert become Death’s Bride:</div> -<div class="verse">No trace of pain or languor could abide <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">That change:—age on thy brow was smoothed—thy cold</div> -<div class="verse">Wan cheek at once was privileged to unfold</div> -<div class="verse">A loveliness to living youth denied.</div> -<div class="verse">Oh! if within me hope should e’er decline,</div> -<div class="verse">The lamp of faith, lost Friend! too faintly burn; <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Then may that heaven-revealing smile of thine,</div> -<div class="verse">The bright assurance, visibly return:</div> -<div class="verse">And let my spirit in that power divine</div> -<div class="verse">Rejoice, as, through that power, it ceased to mourn.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_58" id="Footnote_58"></a><a href="#FNanchor_58"><span class="label">[58]</span></a> Sarah Hutchinson—Mrs. Wordsworth’s sister—died at Rydal on the -23rd June 1836. It was after her that the poet named one of the two -“heath-clad rocks” referred to in the “Poems on the naming of Places,” -and which he called respectively “Mary-Point” and “Sarah-Point.” In -1827 he inscribed to her the sonnet beginning—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Excuse is needless when with love sincere,</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">and the lines she wrote <i>To a Redbreast</i>, beginning—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay,</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">were published among Wordsworth’s own poems.</p> - -<p>The sonnet written in 1806, beginning—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne,</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">was, Wordsworth tells us, a great favourite with S. H. He adds, “When I -saw her lying in death I could not resist the impulse to compose the sonnet -that follows it.” (See vol. iv. p. 46.)</p> - -<p>In a letter to Southey (unpublished), Wordsworth refers to her death, and -adds: “I saw her within an hour after her decease, in the silence and peace -of death, with as heavenly an expression on her countenance as ever human -creature had. Surely there is food for faith in these appearances: for -myself, I can say that I have passed a wakeful night, more in joy than in -sorrow, with that blessed face before my eyes perpetually as I lay in bed.”</p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span></p> - -<h3>TO A REDBREAST—(IN SICKNESS)</h3> - -<p class="center">Published 1842</p> - -<p>[Almost the only verses by our lamented sister Sara Hutchinson.—I.F.]</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Poems.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And at my casement sing,</div> -<div class="verse">Though it should prove a farewell lay</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And this our parting spring.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Though I, alas! may ne’er enjoy <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">The promise in thy song;</div> -<div class="verse">A charm, <i>that</i> thought can not destroy,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Doth to thy strain belong.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Methinks that in my dying hour</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thy song would still be dear, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">And with a more than earthly power</div> -<div class="verse indent1">My passing Spirit cheer.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then, little Bird, this boon confer,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Come, and my requiem sing,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor fail to be the harbinger <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of everlasting Spring.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse attribution">S.H.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ch1837">1837</h2> - -<p>The poems belonging to the year 1837 include the “Memorials -of a Tour in Italy” with Henry Crabb Robinson in that year, and -one or two additional sonnets.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<h3>“SIX MONTHS TO SIX YEARS ADDED -HE REMAINED”</h3> - -<p class="center">Published 1837</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Epitaphs and Elegiac Pieces.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Six months to six years added he remained</div> -<div class="verse">Upon this sinful earth, by sin unstained:</div> -<div class="verse">O blessed Lord! whose mercy then removed</div> -<div class="verse">A Child whom every eye that looked on loved;</div> -<div class="verse">Support us, teach us calmly to resign <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">What we possessed, and now is wholly thine!<a name="FNanchor_59" id="FNanchor_59"></a><a href="#Footnote_59" class="fnanchor">[59]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_59" id="Footnote_59"></a><a href="#FNanchor_59"><span class="label">[59]</span></a> This refers to the poet’s son Thomas, who died December 1, 1812. He -was buried in Grasmere churchyard, beside his sister Catherine; and Wordsworth -placed these lines upon his tombstone. They may have been written -much earlier than 1836, probably in 1813, but it is impossible to ascertain -the date, and they were not published till 1837.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>MEMORIALS OF A TOUR IN ITALY -1837</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1837.—Published 1842</p> - -<p>[During my whole life I had felt a strong desire to visit -Rome and the other celebrated cities and regions of Italy, but<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span> -did not think myself justified in incurring the necessary expense -till I received from Mr. Moxon, the publisher of a large edition -of my poems, a sum sufficient to enable me to gratify my wish -without encroaching upon what I considered due to my family. -My excellent friend H.C. Robinson readily consented to -accompany me, and in March 1837, we set off from London, -to which we returned in August, earlier than my companion -wished or I should myself have desired had I been, like him, a -bachelor. These Memorials of that tour touch upon but a very -few of the places and objects that interested me, and, in what -they do advert to, are for the most part much slighter than I -could wish. More particularly do I regret that there is no -notice in them of the South of France, nor of the Roman -antiquities abounding in that district, especially of the Pont de -Degard, which, together with its situation, impressed me full -as much as any remains of Roman architecture to be found in -Italy. Then there was Vaucluse, with its Fountain, its -Petrarch, its rocks of all seasons, its small plots of lawn in -their first vernal freshness, and the blossoms of the peach and -other trees embellishing the scene on every side. The beauty -of the stream also called forcibly for the expression of sympathy -from one who, from his childhood, had studied the brooks and -torrents of his native mountains. Between two and three hours -did I run about climbing the steep and rugged crags from whose -base the water of Vaucluse breaks forth. “Has Laura’s -Lover,” often said I to myself, “ever sat down upon this stone? -or has his foot ever pressed that turf?” Some, especially of -the female sex, would have felt sure of it: my answer was -(impute it to my years) “I fear, not.” Is it not in fact obvious -that many of his love verses must have flowed, I do not say -from a wish to display his own talent, but from a habit of -exercising his intellect in that way rather than from an impulse -of his heart? It is otherwise with his Lyrical poems, and -particularly with the one upon the degradation of his country: -there he pours out his reproaches, lamentations, and aspirations -like an ardent and sincere patriot. But enough: it is time to -turn to my own effusions such as they are.—I.F.]</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p> - -<h3>TO HENRY CRABB ROBINSON<a name="FNanchor_60" id="FNanchor_60"></a><a href="#Footnote_60" class="fnanchor">[60]</a></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Companion! by whose buoyant Spirit cheered,</div> -<div class="verse">In<a name="FNanchor_61" id="FNanchor_61"></a><a href="#Footnote_61" class="fnanchor">[61]</a> whose experience trusting, day by day</div> -<div class="verse">Treasures I gained with zeal that neither feared</div> -<div class="verse">The toils nor felt the crosses of the way,</div> -<div class="verse">These records take, and happy should I be <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Were but the Gift a meet Return to thee</div> -<div class="verse">For kindnesses that never ceased to flow,</div> -<div class="verse">And prompt self-sacrifice to which I owe</div> -<div class="verse">Far more than any heart but mine can know.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcap">W. Wordsworth.</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Rydal Mount</span>, <i>Feb. 14th, 1842.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_60" id="Footnote_60"></a><a href="#FNanchor_60"><span class="label">[60]</span></a> The following is the Itinerary of the Italian Tour of 1837, supplied by -Mr. Henry Crabb Robinson. (See <i>Memoirs of Wordsworth</i>, vol. ii. pp. 316, -317.) The spelling of the names of places is Robinson’s.</p> - -<ul> -<li class="month">March, 1837.</li> -<li>19. By steam to Calais.</li> -<li>20. Posting to Samer.</li> -<li>21. Posting to Granvilliers.</li> -<li>22. Through Beauvais to Paris.</li> -<li>26. To Fontainbleau.</li> -<li>27. Through Nemours to Cosne.</li> -<li>28. To Moulins.</li> -<li>29. To Tarare.</li> -<li>30. To Lyons.</li> -<li>31. Through Vienne to Tain.</li> -<li class="month">April.</li> -<li>1. Through Valence to Orange.</li> -<li>2. To Avignon; to Vaucluse and back.</li> -<li>3, 4. By Pont du Gard to Nismes.</li> -<li>5, 6. By St. Remi to Marseilles.</li> -<li>7. To Toulon.</li> -<li>8. To Luc.</li> -<li>9. By Frejus to Cannes.</li> -<li>10, 11. To Nice.</li> -<li>12. Through Mentone to St. Remo.</li> -<li>13. Through Finale to Savone.</li> -<li>14-16. To Genoa.</li> -<li>17. To Chiaveri.</li> -<li>18. To Spezia.</li> -<li>19. By Carrara to Massa.</li> -<li>20. To Lucca.</li> -<li>21. To Pisa.</li> -<li>22. To Volterra.</li> -<li>23. By Castiglonacco and Sienna.</li> -<li>24. To Radicofani.</li> -<li>25. By Aquapendente to Viterbo.</li> -<li>26. To Rome.</li> -<li class="month">May.</li> -<li>13. Excursion to Tivoli with Dr. Carlyle.</li> -<li>17-21. Excursion to Albano, etc., etc., with Miss Mackenzie.</li> -<li>23. To Terni.</li> -<li>24. After seeing the Falls, to Spoleto.</li> -<li>25. To Cortona and Perugia.</li> -<li>26. To Arezzo.</li> -<li>27. To Bibiena and Laverna.</li> -<li>28. To Camaldoli.</li> -<li>29. From Muselea to Ponte Sieve.</li> -<li>30. From Ponte Sieve to Val Ombrosa and Florence.</li> -<li class="month">June.</li> -<li>6, 7. To Bologna.</li> -<li>8. Parma.</li> -<li>9. Through Piacenza to Milan.</li> -<li>11. To the Certosa and back.</li> -<li>12. To the Lake of Como and back.</li> -<li>13. To Bergamo.</li> -<li>14. To Pallazuola and Isco.</li> -<li>15. Excursion to Riveri and back.</li> -<li>16. To Brescia and Desinzano.</li> -<li>17. On Lake of Garda to Riva.</li> -<li>19. To Verona.</li> -<li>20. Vicenza.</li> -<li>21. Padua.</li> -<li>22. Venice.</li> -<li>28. To Logerone.</li> -<li>29. To Sillian.</li> -<li>30. Spittal (in Carinthia).</li> -<li class="month">July.</li> -<li>1. Over Kazenberg to Tweng.</li> -<li>2. Through Werfen to Hallein.</li> -<li>3. Excursion to Konigsee.</li> -<li>4, 5. To Saltzburg.</li> -<li>6. To Ischl. A week’s stay in the Salzkammer Gut, viz.—</li> -<li>8. Gmund.</li> -<li>9. Travenfalls and back.</li> -<li>10. Aussee.</li> -<li>11. Excursion to lakes, then to Hallstadt.</li> -<li>13. Through Ischl to St. Gilgin.</li> -<li>14. Through Salzburg to Trauenstein.</li> -<li>15. To Miesbach.</li> -<li>16. To Tegernsee and Holzkirken.</li> -<li>17. To Munich.</li> -<li>21. To Augsburg.</li> -<li>22. To Ulm.</li> -<li>23. To Stuttgard.</li> -<li>24. To Besigham.</li> -<li>25. To Heidelberg.</li> -<li>28. Through Worms to Mayence.</li> -<li>29. To Coblenz.</li> -<li>30. To Bonn.</li> -<li>31. Through Cologne to Aix-la-Chapelle.</li> -<li class="month">August.</li> -<li>1. To Louvain</li> -<li>2. To Brussels.</li> -<li>3. To Antwerp.</li> -<li>4. To Liege.</li> -<li>5. Through Lille to Cassell.</li> -<li>6. Calais.</li> -<li>7. London.</li> -</ul> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_61" id="Footnote_61"></a><a href="#FNanchor_61"><span class="label">[61]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p> - -<p>The Tour of which the following Poems are very inadequate -remembrances was shortened by report, too well founded, of -the prevalence of Cholera at Naples. To make some amends -for what was reluctantly left unseen in the South of Italy, we -visited the Tuscan Sanctuaries among the Apennines, and the -principal Italian Lakes among the Alps. Neither of those -lakes, nor of Venice, is there any notice in these Poems, chiefly -because I have touched upon them elsewhere. See, in particular, -<i>Descriptive Sketches</i>, “Memorials of a Tour on the -Continent in 1820,” and a Sonnet upon the extinction of the -Venetian Republic.—W.W.</p> - -<h4>I<br /> -MUSINGS NEAR AQUAPENDENTE</h4> - -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">April, 1837</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent10">[Not the less</div> -<div class="verse">Had his sunk eye kindled at those dear words</div> -<div class="verse">That spake of bards and minstrels.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span></p> - -<p>His, Sir Walter Scott’s, eye, <i>did</i> in fact kindle at them, for the -lines, “Places forsaken now” and the two that follow, were -adopted from a poem of mine which nearly forty years ago was -<i>in part</i> read to him, and he never forgot them.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent10">Old Helvellyn’s brow</div> -<div class="verse">Where once together, in his day of strength,</div> -<div class="verse">We stood rejoicing.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Sir Humphry Davy was with us at the time. We had -ascended from Patterdale, and I could not but admire the -vigour with which Scott scrambled along that horn of the -mountain called “Striding Edge.” Our progress was necessarily -slow, and was beguiled by Scott’s telling many stories -and amusing anecdotes, as was his custom. Sir H. Davy -would have probably been better pleased if other topics had -occasionally been interspersed, and some discussion entered -upon: at all events he did not remain with us long at the top -of the mountain, but left us to find our way down its steep side -together into the Vale of Grasmere, where, at my cottage, Mrs. -Scott was to meet us at dinner.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent10">With faint smile</div> -<div class="verse">…</div> -<div class="verse">He said, “When I am there, although ’tis fair,</div> -<div class="verse">’Twill be another Yarrow.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>See among these notes the one on <i>Yarrow Revisited</i>.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A few short steps (painful they were) apart</div> -<div class="verse">From Tasso’s Convent-haven, and retired grave.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>This, though introduced here, I did not know till it was told -me at Rome by Miss Mackenzie of Seaforth, a lady whose -friendly attentions during my residence at Rome I have gratefully -acknowledged with expressions of sincere regret that she -is no more. Miss M. told me that she accompanied Sir -Walter to the Janicular Mount, and, after showing him the -grave of Tasso in the church upon the top, and a mural -monument, there erected to his memory, they left the church -and stood together on the brow of the hill overlooking the -City of Rome: his daughter Anne was with them, and she, -naturally desirous, for the sake of Miss Mackenzie especially, -to have some expression of pleasure from her father, half -reproached him for showing nothing of that kind either by his -looks or voice: “How can I,” replied he,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span> “having only one -leg to stand upon, and that in extreme pain!” so that the -prophecy was more than fulfilled.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Over waves rough and deep.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>We took boat near the lighthouse at the point of the right -horn of the bay which makes a sort of natural port for Genoa; -but the wind was high, and the waves long and rough, so that -I did not feel quite recompensed by the view of the city, -splendid as it was, for the danger apparently incurred. The -boatman (I had only one) encouraged me saying we were quite -safe, but I was not a little glad when we gained the shore, -though Shelley and Byron—one of them at least, who seemed -to have courted agitation from any quarter—would have probably -rejoiced in such a situation: more than once I believe -were they both in extreme danger even on the lake of Geneva. -Every man, however, has his fears of some kind or other; and -no doubt they had theirs: of all men whom I have ever known, -Coleridge had the most of passive courage in bodily peril, but -no one was so easily cowed when moral firmness was required -in miscellaneous conversation or in the daily intercourse of -social life.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">How lovely robed in forenoon light and shade,</div> -<div class="verse">Each ministering to each, didst thou appear,</div> -<div class="verse">Savona.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>There is not a single bay along this beautiful coast that might -not raise in a traveller a wish to take up his abode there, each -as it succeeds seems more inviting than the other; but the -desolated convent on the cliff in the bay of Savona struck my -fancy most; and had I, for the sake of my own health or that -of a dear friend, or any other cause, been desirous of a residence -abroad, I should have let my thoughts loose upon a -scheme of turning some part of this building into a habitation -provided as far as might be with English comforts. There is -close by it a row or avenue, I forget which, of tall cypresses. -I could not forbear saying to myself—“What a sweet family -walk, or one for lonely musings, would be found under the -shade!” but there, probably, the trees remained little noticed -and seldom enjoyed.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">This flowering broom’s dear neighbourhood.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The broom is a great ornament through the months of March -and April to the vales and hills of the Apennines, in the wild<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span> -parts of which it blows in the utmost profusion, and of course -successively at different elevations as the season advances. It -surpasses ours in beauty and fragrance,<a name="FNanchor_62" id="FNanchor_62"></a><a href="#Footnote_62" class="fnanchor">[62]</a> but, speaking from my -own limited observations only, I cannot affirm the same of -several of their wild spring flowers, the primroses in particular, -which I saw not unfrequently but thinly scattered and languishing -compared to ours.</p> - -<p>The note at the end of this poem, upon the Oxford movement, -was entrusted to my friend, Mr. Frederick Faber.<a name="FNanchor_63" id="FNanchor_63"></a><a href="#Footnote_63" class="fnanchor">[63]</a> I told him -what I wished to be said, and begged that, as he was intimately -acquainted with several of the Leaders of it, he would express -my thought in the way least likely to be taken amiss by them. -Much of the work they are undertaking was grievously wanted, -and God grant their endeavours may continue to prosper as -they have done.—I.F.]</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ye Apennines! with all your fertile vales</div> -<div class="verse">Deeply embosomed, and your winding shores</div> -<div class="verse">Of either sea, an Islander by birth,</div> -<div class="verse">A Mountaineer by habit, would resound</div> -<div class="verse">Your praise, in meet accordance with your claims <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Bestowed by Nature, or from man’s great deeds</div> -<div class="verse">Inherited:—presumptuous thought!—it fled</div> -<div class="verse">Like vapour, like a towering cloud, dissolved.</div> -<div class="verse">Not, therefore, shall my mind give way to sadness;—</div> -<div class="verse">Yon snow-white torrent-fall, plumb down it drops <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Yet ever hangs or seems to hang in air,</div> -<div class="verse">Lulling the leisure of that high perched town,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Aquapendente</span>, in her lofty site</div> -<div class="verse">Its neighbour and its namesake—town, and flood</div> -<div class="verse">Forth flashing out of its own gloomy chasm <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">Bright sunbeams—the fresh verdure of this lawn</div> -<div class="verse">Strewn with grey rocks, and on the horizon’s verge,</div> -<div class="verse">O’er intervenient waste, through glimmering haze,</div> -<div class="verse">Unquestionably kenned, that cone-shaped hill</div> -<div class="verse">With fractured summit,<a name="FNanchor_64" id="FNanchor_64"></a><a href="#Footnote_64" class="fnanchor">[64]</a> no indifferent sight <span class="linenum">20</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span> -<div class="verse">To travellers, from such comforts as are thine,</div> -<div class="verse">Bleak Radicofani!<a name="FNanchor_65" id="FNanchor_65"></a><a href="#Footnote_65" class="fnanchor">[65]</a> escaped with joy—</div> -<div class="verse">These are before me; and the varied scene</div> -<div class="verse">May well suffice, till noon-tide’s sultry heat</div> -<div class="verse">Relax, to fix and satisfy the mind <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Passive yet pleased. What! with this Broom in flower</div> -<div class="verse">Close at my side! She bids me fly to greet</div> -<div class="verse">Her sisters, soon like her to be attired</div> -<div class="verse">With golden blossoms opening at the feet</div> -<div class="verse">Of my own Fairfield.<a name="FNanchor_66" id="FNanchor_66"></a><a href="#Footnote_66" class="fnanchor">[66]</a> The glad greeting given, <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">Given with a voice and by a look returned</div> -<div class="verse">Of old companionship, Time counts not minutes</div> -<div class="verse">Ere, from accustomed paths, familiar fields,</div> -<div class="verse">The local Genius hurries me aloft,</div> -<div class="verse">Transported over that cloud-wooing hill, <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">Seat Sandal, a fond suitor of the clouds,<a name="FNanchor_67" id="FNanchor_67"></a><a href="#Footnote_67" class="fnanchor">[67]</a></div> -<div class="verse">With dream-like smoothness, to Helvellyn’s top,<a name="FNanchor_68" id="FNanchor_68"></a><a href="#Footnote_68" class="fnanchor">[68]</a></div> -<div class="verse">There to alight upon crisp moss and range,</div> -<div class="verse">Obtaining ampler boon, at every step,</div> -<div class="verse">Of visual sovereignty—hills multitudinous, <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -<div class="verse">(Not Apennine can boast of fairer) hills</div> -<div class="verse">Pride of two nations, wood and lake and plains,</div> -<div class="verse">And prospect right below of deep coves shaped<a name="FNanchor_69" id="FNanchor_69"></a><a href="#Footnote_69" class="fnanchor">[69]</a></div> -<div class="verse">By skeleton arms, that, from the mountain’s trunk</div> -<div class="verse">Extended, clasp the winds, with mutual moan <span class="linenum">45</span></div> -<div class="verse">Struggling for liberty, while undismayed</div> -<div class="verse">The shepherd struggles with them. Onward thence</div> -<div class="verse">And downward by the skirt of Greenside fell,<a name="FNanchor_70" id="FNanchor_70"></a><a href="#Footnote_70" class="fnanchor">[70]</a></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> -<div class="verse">And by Glenridding-screes,<a name="FNanchor_71" id="FNanchor_71"></a><a href="#Footnote_71" class="fnanchor">[71]</a> and low Glencoign,<a name="FNanchor_72" id="FNanchor_72"></a><a href="#Footnote_72" class="fnanchor">[72]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Places forsaken now, though<a name="FNanchor_73" id="FNanchor_73"></a><a href="#Footnote_73" class="fnanchor">[73]</a> loving still <span class="linenum">50</span></div> -<div class="verse">The muses, as they loved them in the days</div> -<div class="verse">Of the old minstrels and the border bards.—</div> -<div class="verse">But here am I fast bound; and let it pass,</div> -<div class="verse">The simple rapture;—who that travels far</div> -<div class="verse">To feed his mind with watchful eyes could share <span class="linenum">55</span></div> -<div class="verse">Or wish to share it?—One there surely was,</div> -<div class="verse">“The Wizard of the North,” with anxious hope</div> -<div class="verse">Brought to this genial climate, when disease</div> -<div class="verse">Preyed upon body and mind—yet not the less</div> -<div class="verse">Had his sunk eye kindled at those dear words <span class="linenum">60</span></div> -<div class="verse">That spake of bards and minstrels; and his spirit</div> -<div class="verse">Had flown with mine to old Helvellyn’s brow,</div> -<div class="verse">Where once together, in his day of strength,</div> -<div class="verse">We stood rejoicing,<a name="FNanchor_74" id="FNanchor_74"></a><a href="#Footnote_74" class="fnanchor">[74]</a> as if earth were free</div> -<div class="verse">From sorrow, like the sky above our heads. <span class="linenum">65</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Years followed years, and when, upon the eve</div> -<div class="verse">Of his last going from Tweed-side, thought turned,</div> -<div class="verse">Or by another’s sympathy was led,</div> -<div class="verse">To this bright land, Hope was for him no friend,</div> -<div class="verse">Knowledge no help; Imagination shaped <span class="linenum">70</span></div> -<div class="verse">No promise. Still, in more than ear-deep seats,</div> -<div class="verse">Survives for me, and cannot but survive</div> -<div class="verse">The tone of voice which wedded borrowed words</div> -<div class="verse">To sadness not their own, when, with faint smile</div> -<div class="verse">Forced by intent to take from speech its edge, <span class="linenum">75</span></div> -<div class="verse">He said, “When I am there, although ’tis fair,</div> -<div class="verse">’Twill be another Yarrow.”<a name="FNanchor_75" id="FNanchor_75"></a><a href="#Footnote_75" class="fnanchor">[75]</a> Prophecy</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span> -<div class="verse">More than fulfilled, as gay Campania’s shores</div> -<div class="verse">Soon witnessed, and the city of seven hills,</div> -<div class="verse">Her sparkling fountains, and her mouldering tombs; <span class="linenum">80</span></div> -<div class="verse">And more than all, that Eminence<a name="FNanchor_76" id="FNanchor_76"></a><a href="#Footnote_76" class="fnanchor">[76]</a> which showed</div> -<div class="verse">Her splendours, seen, not felt, the while he stood</div> -<div class="verse">A few short steps (painful they were) apart</div> -<div class="verse">From Tasso’s Convent-haven, and retired grave.<a name="FNanchor_77" id="FNanchor_77"></a><a href="#Footnote_77" class="fnanchor">[77]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Peace to their Spirits! why should Poesy <span class="linenum">85</span></div> -<div class="verse">Yield to the lure of vain regret, and hover</div> -<div class="verse">In gloom on wings with confidence outspread</div> -<div class="verse">To move in sunshine?—Utter thanks, my Soul!</div> -<div class="verse">Tempered with awe, and sweetened by compassion</div> -<div class="verse">For them who in the shades of sorrow dwell, <span class="linenum">90</span></div> -<div class="verse">That I—so near the term to human life</div> -<div class="verse">Appointed by man’s common heritage,<a name="FNanchor_78" id="FNanchor_78"></a><a href="#Footnote_78" class="fnanchor">[78]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Frail as the frailest, one withal (if that</div> -<div class="verse">Deserve a thought) but little known to fame—</div> -<div class="verse">Am free to rove where Nature’s loveliest looks, <span class="linenum">95</span></div> -<div class="verse">Art’s noblest relics, history’s rich bequests,</div> -<div class="verse">Failed to reanimate and but feebly cheered</div> -<div class="verse">The whole world’s Darling—free to rove at will</div> -<div class="verse">O’er high and low, and if requiring rest,</div> -<div class="verse">Rest from enjoyment only.</div> -<div class="verse indent13">Thanks poured forth <span class="linenum">100</span></div> -<div class="verse">For what thus far hath blessed my wanderings, thanks</div> -<div class="verse">Fervent but humble as the lips can breathe</div> -<div class="verse">Where gladness seems a duty—let me guard</div> -<div class="verse">Those seeds of expectation which the fruit</div> -<div class="verse">Already gathered in this favoured Land <span class="linenum">105</span></div> -<div class="verse">Enfolds within its core. The faith be mine,</div> -<div class="verse">That He who guides and governs all, approves</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> -<div class="verse">When gratitude, though disciplined to look</div> -<div class="verse">Beyond these transient spheres, doth wear a crown</div> -<div class="verse">Of earthly hope put on with trembling hand; <span class="linenum">110</span></div> -<div class="verse">Nor is least pleased, we trust, when golden beams,</div> -<div class="verse">Reflected through the mists of age, from hours</div> -<div class="verse">Of innocent delight, remote or recent,</div> -<div class="verse">Shoot but a little way—’tis all they can—</div> -<div class="verse">Into the doubtful future. Who would keep <span class="linenum">115</span></div> -<div class="verse">Power must resolve to cleave to it through life,</div> -<div class="verse">Else it deserts him, surely as he lives.</div> -<div class="verse">Saints would not grieve nor guardian angels frown</div> -<div class="verse">If one—while tossed, as was my lot to be,</div> -<div class="verse">In a frail bark urged by two slender oars <span class="linenum">120</span></div> -<div class="verse">Over waves rough and deep,<a name="FNanchor_79" id="FNanchor_79"></a><a href="#Footnote_79" class="fnanchor">[79]</a> that, when they broke,</div> -<div class="verse">Dashed their white foam against the palace walls</div> -<div class="verse">Of Genoa the superb—should there be led</div> -<div class="verse">To meditate upon his own appointed tasks,</div> -<div class="verse">However humble in themselves, with thoughts <span class="linenum">125</span></div> -<div class="verse">Raised and sustained by memory of Him</div> -<div class="verse">Who oftentimes within those narrow bounds</div> -<div class="verse">Rocked on the surge, there tried his spirit’s strength</div> -<div class="verse">And grasp of purpose, long ere sailed his ship</div> -<div class="verse">To lay a new world open.</div> -<div class="verse indent13">Nor less prized <span class="linenum">130</span></div> -<div class="verse">Be those impressions which incline the heart</div> -<div class="verse">To mild, to lowly, and to seeming weak,</div> -<div class="verse">Bend that way her desires. The dew, the storm—</div> -<div class="verse">The dew whose moisture fell in gentle drops</div> -<div class="verse">On the small hyssop destined to become, <span class="linenum">135</span></div> -<div class="verse">By Hebrew ordinance devoutly kept,</div> -<div class="verse">A purifying instrument—the storm</div> -<div class="verse">That shook on Lebanon the cedar’s top,</div> -<div class="verse">And as it shook, enabling the blind roots</div> -<div class="verse">Further to force their way, endowed its trunk <span class="linenum">140</span></div> -<div class="verse">With magnitude and strength fit to uphold</div> -<div class="verse">The glorious temple—did alike proceed</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> -<div class="verse">From the same gracious will, were both an offspring</div> -<div class="verse">Of bounty infinite.</div> -<div class="verse indent11">Between Powers that aim</div> -<div class="verse">Higher to lift their lofty heads, impelled <span class="linenum">145</span></div> -<div class="verse">By no profane ambition, Powers that thrive</div> -<div class="verse">By conflict, and their opposites, that trust</div> -<div class="verse">In lowliness—a mid-way tract there lies</div> -<div class="verse">Of thoughtful sentiment for every mind</div> -<div class="verse">Pregnant with good. Young, Middle-aged, and Old, <span class="linenum">150</span></div> -<div class="verse">From century on to century, must have known</div> -<div class="verse">The emotion—nay, more fitly were it said—</div> -<div class="verse">The blest tranquillity that sunk so deep</div> -<div class="verse">Into my spirit, when I paced, enclosed</div> -<div class="verse">In Pisa’s Campo Santo,<a name="FNanchor_80" id="FNanchor_80"></a><a href="#Footnote_80" class="fnanchor">[80]</a> the smooth floor <span class="linenum">155</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of its Arcades paved with sepulchral slabs,<a name="FNanchor_81" id="FNanchor_81"></a><a href="#Footnote_81" class="fnanchor">[81]</a></div> -<div class="verse">And through each window’s open fret-work looked</div> -<div class="verse">O’er the blank Area of sacred earth</div> -<div class="verse">Fetched from Mount Calvary,<a name="FNanchor_82" id="FNanchor_82"></a><a href="#Footnote_82" class="fnanchor">[82]</a> or haply delved</div> -<div class="verse">In precincts nearer to the Saviour’s tomb, <span class="linenum">160</span></div> -<div class="verse">By hands of men, humble as brave, who fought</div> -<div class="verse">For its deliverance—a capacious field</div> -<div class="verse">That to descendants of the dead it holds</div> -<div class="verse">And to all living mute memento breathes,</div> -<div class="verse">More touching far than aught which on the walls <span class="linenum">165</span></div> -<div class="verse">Is pictured, or their epitaphs can speak,</div> -<div class="verse">Of the changed City’s long-departed power,</div> -<div class="verse">Glory, and wealth, which, perilous as they are,</div> -<div class="verse">Here did not kill, but nourished, Piety.</div> -<div class="verse">And, high above that length of cloistral roof, <span class="linenum">170</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Peering in air and backed by azure sky,</div> -<div class="verse">To kindred contemplations ministers</div> -<div class="verse">The Baptistery’s dome,<a name="FNanchor_83" id="FNanchor_83"></a><a href="#Footnote_83" class="fnanchor">[83]</a> and that which swells</div> -<div class="verse">From the Cathedral pile;<a name="FNanchor_84" id="FNanchor_84"></a><a href="#Footnote_84" class="fnanchor">[84]</a> and with the twain</div> -<div class="verse">Conjoined in prospect mutable or fixed <span class="linenum">175</span></div> -<div class="verse">(As hurry on in eagerness the feet,</div> -<div class="verse">Or pause) the summit of the Leaning-tower.<a name="FNanchor_85" id="FNanchor_85"></a><a href="#Footnote_85" class="fnanchor">[85]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Nor<a name="FNanchor_86" id="FNanchor_86"></a><a href="#Footnote_86" class="fnanchor">[86]</a> less remuneration waits on him</div> -<div class="verse">Who having left the Cemetery stands</div> -<div class="verse">In the Tower’s shadow, of decline and fall <span class="linenum">180</span></div> -<div class="verse">Admonished not without some sense of fear,</div> -<div class="verse">Fear that soon vanishes before the sight</div> -<div class="verse">Of splendour unextinguished, pomp unscathed,</div> -<div class="verse">And beauty unimpaired. Grand in itself,</div> -<div class="verse">And for itself, the assemblage, grand and fair <span class="linenum">185</span></div> -<div class="verse">To view, and for the mind’s consenting eye</div> -<div class="verse">A type of age in man, upon its front</div> -<div class="verse">Bearing the world-acknowledged evidence</div> -<div class="verse">Of past exploits, nor fondly after more</div> -<div class="verse">Struggling against the stream of destiny, <span class="linenum">190</span></div> -<div class="verse">But with its peaceful majesty content.</div> -<div class="verse">—Oh what a spectacle at every turn</div> -<div class="verse">The Place unfolds, from pavement skinned with moss,</div> -<div class="verse">Or grass-grown spaces, where the heaviest foot</div> -<div class="verse">Provokes no echoes, but must softly tread; <span class="linenum">195</span></div> -<div class="verse">Where Solitude with Silence paired stops short</div> -<div class="verse">Of Desolation, and to Ruin’s scythe</div> -<div class="verse">Decay submits not.</div> -<div class="verse indent11">But where’er my steps</div> -<div class="verse">Shall wander, chiefly let me cull with care</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Those images of genial beauty, oft <span class="linenum">200</span></div> -<div class="verse">Too lovely to be pensive in themselves</div> -<div class="verse">But by reflection made so, which do best</div> -<div class="verse">And fitliest serve to crown with fragrant wreaths</div> -<div class="verse">Life’s cup when almost filled with years, like mine.</div> -<div class="verse">—How lovely robed in forenoon light and shade, <span class="linenum">205</span></div> -<div class="verse">Each ministering to each, didst thou appear</div> -<div class="verse">Savona,<a name="FNanchor_87" id="FNanchor_87"></a><a href="#Footnote_87" class="fnanchor">[87]</a> Queen of territory fair</div> -<div class="verse">As aught that marvellous coast thro’ all its length</div> -<div class="verse">Yields to the Stranger’s eye. Remembrance holds</div> -<div class="verse">As a selected treasure thy one cliff, <span class="linenum">210</span></div> -<div class="verse">That, while it wore for melancholy crest</div> -<div class="verse">A shattered Convent, yet rose proud to have</div> -<div class="verse">Clinging to its steep sides a thousand herbs</div> -<div class="verse">And shrubs, whose pleasant looks gave proof how kind</div> -<div class="verse">The breath of air can be where earth had else <span class="linenum">215</span></div> -<div class="verse">Seemed churlish. And behold, both far and near,</div> -<div class="verse">Garden and field all decked with orange bloom,</div> -<div class="verse">And peach and citron, in Spring’s mildest breeze</div> -<div class="verse">Expanding; and, along the smooth shore curved</div> -<div class="verse">Into a natural port, a tideless sea, <span class="linenum">220</span></div> -<div class="verse">To that mild breeze with motion and with voice</div> -<div class="verse">Softly responsive; and, attuned to all</div> -<div class="verse">Those vernal charms of sight and sound, appeared</div> -<div class="verse">Smooth space of turf which from the guardian fort</div> -<div class="verse">Sloped seaward, turf whose tender April green, <span class="linenum">225</span></div> -<div class="verse">In coolest climes too fugitive, might even here</div> -<div class="verse">Plead with the sovereign Sun for longer stay</div> -<div class="verse">Than his unmitigated beams allow,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor plead in vain, if beauty could preserve,</div> -<div class="verse">From mortal change, aught that is born on earth <span class="linenum">230</span></div> -<div class="verse">Or doth on time depend.</div> -<div class="verse indent12">While on the brink</div> -<div class="verse">Of that high Convent-crested cliff I stood,</div> -<div class="verse">Modest Savona! over all did brood</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span> -<div class="verse">A pure poetic Spirit—as the breeze,</div> -<div class="verse">Mild—as the verdure, fresh—the sunshine, bright— <span class="linenum">235</span></div> -<div class="verse">Thy gentle Chiabrera!<a name="FNanchor_88" id="FNanchor_88"></a><a href="#Footnote_88" class="fnanchor">[88]</a>—not a stone,</div> -<div class="verse">Mural or level with the trodden floor,</div> -<div class="verse">In Church or Chapel, if my curious quest</div> -<div class="verse">Missed not the truth, retains a single name</div> -<div class="verse">Of young or old, warrior, or saint, or sage, <span class="linenum">240</span></div> -<div class="verse">To whose dear memories his sepulchral verse<a name="FNanchor_89" id="FNanchor_89"></a><a href="#Footnote_89" class="fnanchor">[89]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Paid simple tribute, such as might have flowed</div> -<div class="verse">From the clear spring of a plain English heart,</div> -<div class="verse">Say rather, one in native fellowship</div> -<div class="verse">With all who want not skill to couple grief <span class="linenum">245</span></div> -<div class="verse">With praise, as genuine admiration prompts.</div> -<div class="verse">The grief, the praise, are severed from their dust,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet in his page the records of that worth</div> -<div class="verse">Survive, uninjured;—glory then to words,</div> -<div class="verse">Honour to word-preserving Arts, and hail <span class="linenum">250</span></div> -<div class="verse">Ye kindred local influences that still,</div> -<div class="verse">If Hope’s familiar whispers merit faith,</div> -<div class="verse">Await my steps when they the breezy height</div> -<div class="verse">Shall range of philosophic Tusculum;<a name="FNanchor_90" id="FNanchor_90"></a><a href="#Footnote_90" class="fnanchor">[90]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Or Sabine vales<a name="FNanchor_91" id="FNanchor_91"></a><a href="#Footnote_91" class="fnanchor">[91]</a> explored inspire a wish <span class="linenum">255</span></div> -<div class="verse">To meet the shade of Horace by the side</div> -<div class="verse">Of his Bandusian fount;<a name="FNanchor_92" id="FNanchor_92"></a><a href="#Footnote_92" class="fnanchor">[92]</a>—or I invoke</div> -<div class="verse">His presence to point out the spot where once</div> -<div class="verse">He sate, and eulogized with earnest pen</div> -<div class="verse">Peace, leisure, freedom, moderate desires; <span class="linenum">260</span></div> -<div class="verse">And all the immunities of rural life</div> -<div class="verse">Extolled, behind Vacuna’s crumbling fane.<a name="FNanchor_93" id="FNanchor_93"></a><a href="#Footnote_93" class="fnanchor">[93]</a></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Or let me loiter, soothed with what is given</div> -<div class="verse">Nor asking more, on that delicious Bay,<a name="FNanchor_94" id="FNanchor_94"></a><a href="#Footnote_94" class="fnanchor">[94]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Parthenope’s Domain—Virgilian haunt, <span class="linenum">265</span></div> -<div class="verse">Illustrated with never-dying verse,<a name="FNanchor_95" id="FNanchor_95"></a><a href="#Footnote_95" class="fnanchor">[95]</a></div> -<div class="verse">And, by the Poet’s laurel-shaded tomb,<a name="FNanchor_96" id="FNanchor_96"></a><a href="#Footnote_96" class="fnanchor">[96]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Age after age to Pilgrims from all lands</div> -<div class="verse">Endeared.</div> -<div class="verse indent6">And who—if not a man as cold</div> -<div class="verse">In heart as dull in brain—while pacing ground <span class="linenum">270</span></div> -<div class="verse">Chosen by Rome’s legendary Bards, high minds</div> -<div class="verse">Out of her early struggles well inspired</div> -<div class="verse">To localize heroic acts—could look</div> -<div class="verse">Upon the spots with undelighted eye,</div> -<div class="verse">Though even to their last syllable the Lays <span class="linenum">275</span></div> -<div class="verse">And very names of those who gave them birth</div> -<div class="verse">Have perished?—Verily, to her utmost depth,</div> -<div class="verse">Imagination feels what Reason fears not</div> -<div class="verse">To recognize, the lasting virtue lodged</div> -<div class="verse">In those bold fictions that, by deeds assigned <span class="linenum">280</span></div> -<div class="verse">To the Valerian, Fabian, Curian Race,</div> -<div class="verse">And others like in fame, created Powers</div> -<div class="verse">With attributes from History derived,</div> -<div class="verse">By Poesy irradiate, and yet graced,</div> -<div class="verse">Through marvellous felicity of skill, <span class="linenum">285</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span> -<div class="verse">With something more propitious to high aims</div> -<div class="verse">Than either, pent within her separate sphere,</div> -<div class="verse">Can oft with justice claim.</div> -<div class="verse indent14">And not disdaining</div> -<div class="verse">Union with those primeval energies</div> -<div class="verse">To virtue consecrate, stoop ye from your height <span class="linenum">290</span></div> -<div class="verse">Christian Traditions! at my Spirit’s call</div> -<div class="verse">Descend, and, on the brow of ancient Rome</div> -<div class="verse">As she survives in ruin, manifest</div> -<div class="verse">Your glories mingled with the brightest hues</div> -<div class="verse">Of her memorial halo, fading, fading, <span class="linenum">295</span></div> -<div class="verse">But never to be extinct while Earth endures.</div> -<div class="verse">O come, if undishonoured by the prayer,</div> -<div class="verse">From all her Sanctuaries!—Open for my feet</div> -<div class="verse">Ye Catacombs, give to mine eyes a glimpse</div> -<div class="verse">Of the Devout, as, ’mid your glooms convened <span class="linenum">300</span></div> -<div class="verse">For safety, they of yore enclasped the Cross<a name="FNanchor_97" id="FNanchor_97"></a><a href="#Footnote_97" class="fnanchor">[97]</a></div> -<div class="verse">On knees that ceased from trembling, or intoned</div> -<div class="verse">Their orisons with voices half-suppressed,</div> -<div class="verse">But sometimes heard, or fancied to be heard,</div> -<div class="verse">Even at this hour.</div> -<div class="verse indent9">And thou Mamertine prison,<a name="FNanchor_98" id="FNanchor_98"></a><a href="#Footnote_98" class="fnanchor">[98]</a> <span class="linenum">305</span></div> -<div class="verse">Into that vault receive me from whose depth</div> -<div class="verse">Issues, revealed in no presumptuous vision,</div> -<div class="verse">Albeit lifting human to divine,</div> -<div class="verse">A saint, the Church’s Rock, the mystic Keys</div> -<div class="verse">Grasped in his hand;<a name="FNanchor_99" id="FNanchor_99"></a><a href="#Footnote_99" class="fnanchor">[99]</a> and lo! with upright sword <span class="linenum">310</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Prefiguring his own impendent doom,</div> -<div class="verse">The Apostle of the Gentiles; both prepared</div> -<div class="verse">To suffer pains with heathen scorn and hate</div> -<div class="verse">Inflicted;—blessed Men, for so to Heaven</div> -<div class="verse">They follow their dear Lord!</div> -<div class="verse indent16">Time flows—nor winds, <span class="linenum">315</span></div> -<div class="verse">Nor stagnates, nor precipitates his course,</div> -<div class="verse">But many a benefit borne upon his breast</div> -<div class="verse">For human-kind sinks out of sight, is gone,</div> -<div class="verse">No one knows how; nor seldom is put forth</div> -<div class="verse">An angry arm that snatches good away, <span class="linenum">320</span></div> -<div class="verse">Never perhaps to reappear. The Stream</div> -<div class="verse">Has to our generation brought and brings</div> -<div class="verse">Innumerable gains; yet we, who now</div> -<div class="verse">Walk in the light of day, pertain full surely</div> -<div class="verse">To a chilled age, most pitiably shut out <span class="linenum">325</span></div> -<div class="verse">From that which <i>is</i> and actuates, by forms,</div> -<div class="verse">Abstractions, and by lifeless fact to fact</div> -<div class="verse">Minutely linked with diligence uninspired,</div> -<div class="verse">Unrectified, unguided, unsustained,</div> -<div class="verse">By godlike insight. To this fate is doomed <span class="linenum">330</span></div> -<div class="verse">Science, wide-spread and spreading still as be</div> -<div class="verse">Her conquests, in the world of sense made known.</div> -<div class="verse">So with the internal mind it fares; and so</div> -<div class="verse">With morals, trusting, in contempt or fear</div> -<div class="verse">Of vital principle’s controlling law, <span class="linenum">335</span></div> -<div class="verse">To her purblind guide Expediency; and so</div> -<div class="verse">Suffers religious faith. Elate with view</div> -<div class="verse">Of what is won, we overlook or scorn</div> -<div class="verse">The best that should keep pace with it, and must,</div> -<div class="verse">Else more and more the general mind will droop, <span class="linenum">340</span></div> -<div class="verse">Even as if bent on perishing. There lives</div> -<div class="verse">No faculty within us which the Soul</div> -<div class="verse">Can spare,<a name="FNanchor_100" id="FNanchor_100"></a><a href="#Footnote_100" class="fnanchor">[100]</a> and humblest earthly Weal demands,</div> -<div class="verse">For dignity not placed beyond her reach,</div> -<div class="verse">Zealous co-operation of all means <span class="linenum">345</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Given or acquired, to raise us from the mire,</div> -<div class="verse">And liberate our hearts from low pursuits.</div> -<div class="verse">By gross Utilities enslaved we need</div> -<div class="verse">More of ennobling impulse from the past,</div> -<div class="verse">If to the future aught of good must come <span class="linenum">350</span></div> -<div class="verse">Sounder and therefore holier than the ends</div> -<div class="verse">Which, in the giddiness of self-applause,</div> -<div class="verse">We covet as supreme. O grant the crown</div> -<div class="verse">That Wisdom wears, or take his treacherous staff</div> -<div class="verse">From Knowledge!—If the Muse, whom I have served <span class="linenum">355</span></div> -<div class="verse">This day, be mistress of a single pearl</div> -<div class="verse">Fit to be placed in that pure diadem;</div> -<div class="verse">Then, not in vain, under these chesnut boughs</div> -<div class="verse">Reclined, shall I have yielded up my soul</div> -<div class="verse">To transports from the secondary founts <span class="linenum">360</span></div> -<div class="verse">Flowing of time and place, and paid to both</div> -<div class="verse">Due homage; nor shall fruitlessly have striven,</div> -<div class="verse">By love of beauty moved, to enshrine in verse</div> -<div class="verse">Accordant meditations, which in times</div> -<div class="verse">Vexed and disordered, as our own, may shed <span class="linenum">365</span></div> -<div class="verse">Influence, at least among a scattered few,</div> -<div class="verse">To soberness of mind and peace of heart</div> -<div class="verse">Friendly; as here to my repose hath been</div> -<div class="verse">This flowering broom’s dear neighbourhood,<a name="FNanchor_101" id="FNanchor_101"></a><a href="#Footnote_101" class="fnanchor">[101]</a> the light</div> -<div class="verse">And murmur issuing from yon pendent flood, <span class="linenum">370</span></div> -<div class="verse">And all the varied landscape. Let us now</div> -<div class="verse">Rise, and to-morrow greet magnificent Rome.<a name="FNanchor_102" id="FNanchor_102"></a><a href="#Footnote_102" class="fnanchor">[102]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_62" id="Footnote_62"></a><a href="#FNanchor_62"><span class="label">[62]</span></a> Wordsworth himself, his nephew tells us, had no sense of smell (see -the <i>Memoirs</i>, by his nephew Christopher, vol. ii. p. 322).—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_63" id="Footnote_63"></a><a href="#FNanchor_63"><span class="label">[63]</span></a> Afterwards Father Faber, priest of the Oratory of St. Philip Neri.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_64" id="Footnote_64"></a><a href="#FNanchor_64"><span class="label">[64]</span></a> Monte Amiata,—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_65" id="Footnote_65"></a><a href="#FNanchor_65"><span class="label">[65]</span></a> On the old high road from Siena to Rome.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_66" id="Footnote_66"></a><a href="#FNanchor_66"><span class="label">[66]</span></a> The mountain between Rydal Head and Helvellyn.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_67" id="Footnote_67"></a><a href="#FNanchor_67"><span class="label">[67]</span></a> Seat Sandal is the mountain between Tongue Ghyll and Grisedale -Tarn on the south and east, and the Dunmail Raise road on the west.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_68" id="Footnote_68"></a><a href="#FNanchor_68"><span class="label">[68]</span></a> Compare <i>The Eclipse of the Sun</i>, l. 78, in “Memorials of a Tour on the -Continent in 1820” (vol. vi. p. 345).—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_69" id="Footnote_69"></a><a href="#FNanchor_69"><span class="label">[69]</span></a> Keppelcove, Nethermost cove, and the cove in which Red Tarn lies -bounded by the “skeleton arms” of Striding Edge and Swirrel Edge. -Compare <i>Fidelity</i>, l. 17, vol. iii. p. 45—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It was a cove, a huge recess,</div> -<div class="verse">That keeps, till June, December’s snow.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_70" id="Footnote_70"></a><a href="#FNanchor_70"><span class="label">[70]</span></a> Descending to Ullswater from Helvellyn, Greenside Fell and Mines are -passed.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_71" id="Footnote_71"></a><a href="#FNanchor_71"><span class="label">[71]</span></a> The Glenridding Screes are bold rocks on the left as you descend Helvellyn -to Patterdale.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_72" id="Footnote_72"></a><a href="#FNanchor_72"><span class="label">[72]</span></a> Glencoign is an offshoot of the Patterdale valley between Glenridding -and Goldbarrow.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_73" id="Footnote_73"></a><a href="#FNanchor_73"><span class="label">[73]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… but …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_74" id="Footnote_74"></a><a href="#FNanchor_74"><span class="label">[74]</span></a> See the Fenwick note.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_75" id="Footnote_75"></a><a href="#FNanchor_75"><span class="label">[75]</span></a> These words were quoted to me from <i>Yarrow Unvisited</i>, by Sir -Walter Scott, when I visited him at Abbotsford, a day or two before his -departure for Italy: and the affecting condition in which he was when he -looked upon Rome from the Janicular Mount, was reported to me by a lady -who had the honour of conducting him thither.—W.W. 1842. See also -the Fenwick note to this poem, and compare Lockhart’s <i>Memoirs of the Life -of Sir Walter Scott</i> (chapter lxxx. vol. x. p. 104).—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_76" id="Footnote_76"></a><a href="#FNanchor_76"><span class="label">[76]</span></a> The Janicular Mount.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_77" id="Footnote_77"></a><a href="#FNanchor_77"><span class="label">[77]</span></a> See the Fenwick note prefixed to this poem.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_78" id="Footnote_78"></a><a href="#FNanchor_78"><span class="label">[78]</span></a> He was then sixty-seven years of age.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_79" id="Footnote_79"></a><a href="#FNanchor_79"><span class="label">[79]</span></a> See the Fenwick note.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_80" id="Footnote_80"></a><a href="#FNanchor_80"><span class="label">[80]</span></a> The Campo Santo, or Burial Ground, founded by Archbishop Ubaldo -(1188-1200).—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_81" id="Footnote_81"></a><a href="#FNanchor_81"><span class="label">[81]</span></a> “There are forty-three flat arcades, resting on forty-four pilasters.… -In the interior there is a spacious hall, the open round-arched windows of -which, with their beautiful tracery, sixty-two in number, look out upon a -green quadrangle.… The walls are covered with frescoes by the Tuscan -School of the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries, below which is a collection -of Roman, Etruscan, and mediaeval sculptures.… The tombstones of -persons interred here form the pavement.” (Baedeker’s <i>Northern Italy</i>, -p. 324.)—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_82" id="Footnote_82"></a><a href="#FNanchor_82"><span class="label">[82]</span></a> Ubaldo conveyed hither fifty-three ship-loads of earth from Mount -Calvary, in the Holy Land, in order that the dead might repose in holy -ground.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_83" id="Footnote_83"></a><a href="#FNanchor_83"><span class="label">[83]</span></a> The Baptistery in Pisa was begun in 1153 by Diotisalvi, and completed -in 1278. It is a circular structure, covered by a conical dome, 190 feet high.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_84" id="Footnote_84"></a><a href="#FNanchor_84"><span class="label">[84]</span></a> The Cathedral of Pisa is a basilica, built in 1063, in the Tuscan style, -and has an elliptical dome.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_85" id="Footnote_85"></a><a href="#FNanchor_85"><span class="label">[85]</span></a> The Campanile, or Clock-Tower, rises in eight stories to the height of -179 feet, and (from its oblique position) is known as the Leaning-Tower.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_86" id="Footnote_86"></a><a href="#FNanchor_86"><span class="label">[86]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Not …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_87" id="Footnote_87"></a><a href="#FNanchor_87"><span class="label">[87]</span></a> See the Fenwick note to this poem. Savona is a town on the Gulf of -Genoa, capital of the Montenotte Department under Napoleon.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_88" id="Footnote_88"></a><a href="#FNanchor_88"><span class="label">[88]</span></a> The theatre in Savona is dedicated to Chiabrera, who was a native of -the place.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_89" id="Footnote_89"></a><a href="#FNanchor_89"><span class="label">[89]</span></a> If any English reader should be desirous of knowing how far I am -justified in thus describing the epitaphs of Chiabrera, he will find translated -specimens of them in this Volume, under the head of “Epitaphs and Elegiac -Pieces.”—W.W. 1842.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_90" id="Footnote_90"></a><a href="#FNanchor_90"><span class="label">[90]</span></a> Tusculum was the birthplace of the elder Cato, and the residence of -Cicero.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_91" id="Footnote_91"></a><a href="#FNanchor_91"><span class="label">[91]</span></a> “Satis beatus unicis Sabinis.” <i>Odes</i>, ii. 18, 14.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_92" id="Footnote_92"></a><a href="#FNanchor_92"><span class="label">[92]</span></a> See Horace, <i>Odes</i>, iii. 13.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_93" id="Footnote_93"></a><a href="#FNanchor_93"><span class="label">[93]</span></a> See Horace, <i>Epistles</i>, i. 10, 49—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Haec tibi dictabam post fanum putre Vacunae.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Vacuna was a Sabine divinity. She had a sanctuary near Horace’s Villa. -(Compare Pliny, <i>Nat. Hist.</i> iii. 42, 47.) A traveller in Italy writes: -“Following a path along the brink of the torrent Digentia, we passed a -towering rock, on which once stood Vacuna’s shrine.” See also Ovid, <i>Fasti</i>, -vi. 307.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_94" id="Footnote_94"></a><a href="#FNanchor_94"><span class="label">[94]</span></a> The Bay of Naples. Neapolis (the new city) received its ancient name -of Parthenope from one of the Sirens, whose body was said to have been -washed ashore in that bay. Sil. 12, 33.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_95" id="Footnote_95"></a><a href="#FNanchor_95"><span class="label">[95]</span></a> See <i>Georgics</i>, iv. 564.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_96" id="Footnote_96"></a><a href="#FNanchor_96"><span class="label">[96]</span></a> Virgil died at Brundusium, but his remains were carried to his favourite -residence, Naples, and were buried by the side of the road leading to -Puteoli—the Via Puteolana. His tomb is still pointed out near Posilipo,—close -to the sea, and about half way from Naples to Puteoli, the <i>Scuola -di Virgilio</i>.</p> - -<p>“The monument, now called the tomb of Virgil, is not on the road which -passes through the tunnel of Posilipo; but if the Via Puteolana ascended -the hill of Posilipo, as it may have done, the situation of the monument -would agree very well with the description of Donatus.” (George Long, in -Smith’s <i>Dictionary of Greek and Roman Biography</i>.)</p> - -<p>The inscription said to have been placed on the tomb was as follows:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Mantua me genuit, Calabri rapuere, tenet nunc</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Parthenope. Cecini pascua, rura, duces.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_97" id="Footnote_97"></a><a href="#FNanchor_97"><span class="label">[97]</span></a> The catacombs were subterranean chambers and passages, usually cut -out of the solid rock, and used as places of burial, or of refuge. The early -Christians made use of the catacombs in the Appian Way for worship, as -well as for sepulture.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_98" id="Footnote_98"></a><a href="#FNanchor_98"><span class="label">[98]</span></a> The Carcer Mamertinus,—one of the most ancient Roman structures,—overhung -the Forum, as Livy tells us, “imminens foro,” underneath the -Capitoline hill. It still exists, and is entered from the sacristy of the -church of S. Giuseppe de Falagnami, to the left of the arch of Severus. It -was originally a well (the <i>Tullianum</i> of Livy), and afterwards a prison, in -which Jugurtha was starved to death, and Catiline’s accomplices perished. -There are two chambers in the prison, one beneath the other; the lower-most -containing, in its rock floor, a spring, which rises nearly to the surface. -For the legend connected with it see the next note.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_99" id="Footnote_99"></a><a href="#FNanchor_99"><span class="label">[99]</span></a> According to the legend, St. Peter, who was imprisoned in the <i>Carcer -Mamertinus</i> under Nero, caused this spring to flow miraculously in order to -baptize his jailors. Hence the building is called <i>S. Pietro in Carcere.</i>—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_100" id="Footnote_100"></a><a href="#FNanchor_100"><span class="label">[100]</span></a> Compare “Despondency Corrected,” <i>The Excursion</i>, book iv. l. 1058—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Within the soul a faculty abides, etc.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_101" id="Footnote_101"></a><a href="#FNanchor_101"><span class="label">[101]</span></a> See the Fenwick note.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_102" id="Footnote_102"></a><a href="#FNanchor_102"><span class="label">[102]</span></a> It would be ungenerous not to advert to the religious movement that, -since the composition of these verses in 1837, has made itself felt, more or -less strongly, throughout the English Church;—a movement that takes, -for its first principle, a devout deference to the voice of Christian antiquity. -It is not my office to pass judgment on questions of theological detail; but -my own repugnance to the spirit and system of Romanism has been so -repeatedly and, I trust, feelingly expressed, that I shall not be suspected of -a leaning that way, if I do not join in the grave charge, thrown out, perhaps -in the heat of controversy, against the learned and pious men to whose -labours I allude. I speak apart from controversy; but, with strong faith -in the moral temper which would elevate the present by doing reverence -to the past, I would draw cheerful auguries for the English Church from -this movement, as likely to restore among us a tone of piety more earnest -and real than that produced by the mere formalities of the understanding, -refusing, in a degree, which I cannot but lament, that its own temper and -judgment shall be controlled by those of antiquity.—W.W. 1842.</p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p> - -<h4>II<br /> -THE PINE OF MONTE MARIO<a name="FNanchor_103" id="FNanchor_103"></a><a href="#Footnote_103" class="fnanchor">[103]</a> AT ROME</h4> - -<p>[Sir George Beaumont told me that, when he first visited -Italy, pine-trees of this species abounded, but that on his -return thither, which was more than thirty years after, they had -disappeared from many places where he had been accustomed -to admire them, and had become rare all over the country, -especially in and about Rome. Several Roman villas have -within these few years passed into the hands of foreigners, who, -I observed with pleasure, have taken care to plant this tree, -which in course of years will become a great ornament to the -city and to the general landscape. May I venture to add -here, that having ascended the Monte Mario, I could not resist -embracing the trunk of this interesting monument of my -departed friend’s feelings for the beauties of nature, and the -power of that art which he loved so much, and in the practice -of which he was so distinguished?—I.F.]</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I saw far off the dark top of a Pine</div> -<div class="verse">Look like a cloud—a slender stem the tie</div> -<div class="verse">That bound it to its native earth—poised high</div> -<div class="verse">’Mid evening hues, along the horizon line,</div> -<div class="verse">Striving in peace each other to outshine. <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">But when I learned the Tree was living there,</div> -<div class="verse">Saved from the sordid axe by Beaumont’s care,<a name="FNanchor_104" id="FNanchor_104"></a><a href="#Footnote_104" class="fnanchor">[104]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Oh, what a gush of tenderness was mine!</div> -<div class="verse">The rescued Pine-tree, with its sky so bright</div> -<div class="verse">And cloud-like beauty, rich in thoughts of home, <span class="linenum">10</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Death-parted friends, and days too swift in flight,</div> -<div class="verse">Supplanted the whole majesty of Rome</div> -<div class="verse">(Then first apparent from the Pincian Height)<a name="FNanchor_105" id="FNanchor_105"></a><a href="#Footnote_105" class="fnanchor">[105]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Crowned with St. Peter’s everlasting dome.<a name="FNanchor_106" id="FNanchor_106"></a><a href="#Footnote_106" class="fnanchor">[106]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_103" id="Footnote_103"></a><a href="#FNanchor_103"><span class="label">[103]</span></a> The Monte Mario is to the north-west of Rome, beyond the Janiculus -and the Vatican. The view from the summit embraces Rome, the Campagna, -and the sea. It is capped by the villa Millini, in which the “magnificent -solitary pine-tree” of this sonnet still stands, amidst its cypress plantations.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_104" id="Footnote_104"></a><a href="#FNanchor_104"><span class="label">[104]</span></a> “It was Mr. Theed, the sculptor, who informed us of the pine-tree -being the gift of Sir George Beaumont.” H.C. Robinson. (See <i>Memoirs -of Wordsworth</i>, by his nephew, vol. ii. p. 330.)—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_105" id="Footnote_105"></a><a href="#FNanchor_105"><span class="label">[105]</span></a> From the <i>Mons Pincius</i>, “collis hortorum,” where were the gardens of -Lucullus, there is a remarkable view of modern Rome.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_106" id="Footnote_106"></a><a href="#FNanchor_106"><span class="label">[106]</span></a> Within a couple of hours of my arrival at Rome, I saw from Monte -Pincio, the Pine tree as described in the sonnet; and, while expressing -admiration at the beauty of its appearance, I was told by an acquaintance -of my fellow-traveller, who happened to join us at the moment, that a price -had been paid for it by the late Sir G. Beaumont, upon condition that the -proprietor should not act upon his known intention of cutting it down.—W.W. -1842.</p> - -</div> - -<h4>III<br /> -AT ROME</h4> - -<p>[Sight is at first sight a sad enemy to imagination and to -those pleasures belonging to old times with which some exertions -of that power will always mingle: nothing perhaps brings -this truth home to the feelings more than the city of Rome; -not so much in respect to the impression made at the moment -when it is first seen and looked at as a whole, for then the -imagination may be invigorated and the mind’s eye quickened; -but when particular spots or objects are sought out, disappointment -is I believe invariably felt. Ability to recover from this -disappointment will exist in proportion to knowledge, and the -power of the mind to reconstruct out of fragments and parts, and -to make details in the present subservient to more adequate -comprehension of the past.—I.F.]</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Is this, ye Gods, the Capitolian Hill?</div> -<div class="verse">Yon petty Steep in truth the fearful Rock,</div> -<div class="verse">Tarpeian named of yore,<a name="FNanchor_107" id="FNanchor_107"></a><a href="#Footnote_107" class="fnanchor">[107]</a> and keeping still</div> -<div class="verse">That name, a local Phantom proud to mock</div> -<div class="verse">The Traveller’s expectation?—Could our Will</div> -<div class="verse">Destroy the ideal Power within, ’twere done</div> -<div class="verse">Thro’ what men see and touch,—slaves wandering on,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Impelled by thirst of all but Heaven-taught skill.</div> -<div class="verse">Full oft, our wish obtained, deeply we sigh;</div> -<div class="verse">Yet not unrecompensed are they who learn, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">From that depression raised, to mount on high</div> -<div class="verse">With stronger wing, more clearly to discern</div> -<div class="verse">Eternal things; and, if need be, defy</div> -<div class="verse">Change, with a brow not insolent, though stern.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_107" id="Footnote_107"></a><a href="#FNanchor_107"><span class="label">[107]</span></a> The Tarpeian rock, from which those condemned to death were hurled, -is not now precipitous, as it used to be: the ground having been much -raised by successive heaps of ruin.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h4>IV<br /> -AT ROME—REGRETS—IN ALLUSION TO -NIEBUHR AND OTHER MODERN HISTORIANS</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Those old credulities, to nature dear,</div> -<div class="verse">Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock</div> -<div class="verse">Of History, stript naked as a rock</div> -<div class="verse">’Mid a dry desert? What is it we hear?</div> -<div class="verse">The glory of Infant Rome must disappear,<a name="FNanchor_108" id="FNanchor_108"></a><a href="#Footnote_108" class="fnanchor">[108]</a> <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Her morning splendours vanish, and their place</div> -<div class="verse">Know them no more. If Truth, who veiled her face</div> -<div class="verse">With those bright beams yet hid it not, must steer</div> -<div class="verse">Henceforth a humbler course perplexed and slow;</div> -<div class="verse">One solace yet remains for us who came <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Into this world in days when story lacked</div> -<div class="verse">Severe research, that in our hearts we know</div> -<div class="verse">How, for exciting youth’s heroic flame,</div> -<div class="verse">Assent is power, belief the soul of fact.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_108" id="Footnote_108"></a><a href="#FNanchor_108"><span class="label">[108]</span></a> Niebuhr, in his Lectures on Roman History (1826-29), was one of the -first to point out the legendary character of much of the earlier history, and -its “historical impossibility.” He explained the way in which much of it -had originated in family and national vanity, etc.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span></p> - -<h4>V<br /> -CONTINUED</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Complacent Fictions were they, yet the same</div> -<div class="verse">Involved a history of no doubtful sense,</div> -<div class="verse">History that proves by inward evidence</div> -<div class="verse">From what a precious source of truth it came.</div> -<div class="verse">Ne’er could the boldest Eulogist have dared <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Such deeds to paint, such characters to frame,</div> -<div class="verse">But for coeval sympathy prepared</div> -<div class="verse">To greet with instant faith their loftiest claim.</div> -<div class="verse">None but a noble people could have loved</div> -<div class="verse">Flattery in Ancient Rome’s pure-minded style: <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Not in like sort the Runic Scald was moved;</div> -<div class="verse">He, nursed ’mid savage passions that defile</div> -<div class="verse">Humanity, sang feats that well might call</div> -<div class="verse">For the blood-thirsty mead of Odin’s riotous Hall.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h4>VI<br /> -PLEA FOR THE HISTORIAN</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Forbear to deem the Chronicler unwise,</div> -<div class="verse">Ungentle, or untouched by seemly ruth,</div> -<div class="verse">Who, gathering up all that Time’s envious tooth</div> -<div class="verse">Has spared of sound and grave realities,</div> -<div class="verse">Firmly rejects those dazzling flatteries, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Dear as they are to unsuspecting Youth,</div> -<div class="verse">That might have drawn down Clio from the skies</div> -<div class="verse">To vindicate the majesty of truth.</div> -<div class="verse">Such was her office while she walked with men,<a name="FNanchor_109" id="FNanchor_109"></a><a href="#Footnote_109" class="fnanchor">[109]</a></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span> -<div class="verse">A Muse, who,<a name="FNanchor_110" id="FNanchor_110"></a><a href="#Footnote_110" class="fnanchor">[110]</a> not unmindful of her Sire <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">All-ruling Jove, whate’er the<a name="FNanchor_111" id="FNanchor_111"></a><a href="#Footnote_111" class="fnanchor">[111]</a> theme might be</div> -<div class="verse">Revered her Mother, sage Mnemosyne,</div> -<div class="verse">And taught her faithful servants how the lyre</div> -<div class="verse">Should<a name="FNanchor_112" id="FNanchor_112"></a><a href="#Footnote_112" class="fnanchor">[112]</a> animate, but not mislead, the pen.<a name="FNanchor_113" id="FNanchor_113"></a><a href="#Footnote_113" class="fnanchor">[113]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_109" id="Footnote_109"></a><a href="#FNanchor_109"><span class="label">[109]</span></a> Clio, daughter of Zeus and Mnemosyne, the first-born of the Muses, -presided over History. It was her office to record the actions of illustrious -heroes.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_110" id="Footnote_110"></a><a href="#FNanchor_110"><span class="label">[110]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Her rights to claim, and vindicate the truth.</div> -<div class="verse">Her faithful Servants while she walked with men</div> -<div class="verse">Were they who, …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_111" id="Footnote_111"></a><a href="#FNanchor_111"><span class="label">[111]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… their …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_112" id="Footnote_112"></a><a href="#FNanchor_112"><span class="label">[112]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And, at the Muse’s will, invoked the lyre</div> -<div class="verse">To animate, …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_113" id="Footnote_113"></a><a href="#FNanchor_113"><span class="label">[113]</span></a></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Quem virum—lyra—</div> -<div class="verse">—sumes celebrare Clio?</div> -<div class="verse attribution">W. W. 1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<h4>VII<br /> -AT ROME</h4> - -<p>[I have a private interest in this Sonnet, for I doubt whether it -would ever have been written but for the lively picture given me -by Anna Ricketts of what she had witnessed of the indignation -and sorrow expressed by some Italian noblemen of their -acquaintance upon the surrender, which circumstances had -obliged them to make, of the best portion of their family -mansions to strangers.—I.F.]</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They—who have seen the noble Roman’s scorn</div> -<div class="verse">Break forth at thought of laying down his head,</div> -<div class="verse">When the blank day is over, garreted</div> -<div class="verse">In his ancestral palace, where, from morn</div> -<div class="verse">To night, the desecrated floors are worn <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">By feet of purse-proud strangers; they—who have read</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> -<div class="verse">In one meek smile, beneath a peasant’s shed,</div> -<div class="verse">How patiently the weight of wrong is borne;</div> -<div class="verse">They—who have heard some learned Patriot treat<a name="FNanchor_114" id="FNanchor_114"></a><a href="#Footnote_114" class="fnanchor">[114]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Of freedom, with mind grasping the whole theme <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">From ancient Rome, downwards through that bright dream</div> -<div class="verse">Of Commonwealths, each city a starlike seat</div> -<div class="verse">Of rival glory; they—fallen Italy—</div> -<div class="verse">Nor must, nor will, nor can, despair of Thee!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h4>VIII<br /> -NEAR ROME, IN SIGHT OF ST. PETER’S</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Long has the dew been dried on tree and lawn;</div> -<div class="verse">O’er man and beast a not unwelcome boon</div> -<div class="verse">Is shed, the languor of approaching noon;</div> -<div class="verse">To shady rest withdrawing or withdrawn</div> -<div class="verse">Mute are all creatures, as this couchant fawn, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Save insect-swarms that hum in air afloat,</div> -<div class="verse">Save that the Cock is crowing, a shrill note,</div> -<div class="verse">Startling and shrill as that which roused the dawn.</div> -<div class="verse">—Heard in that hour, or when, as now, the nerve</div> -<div class="verse">Shrinks from the note<a name="FNanchor_115" id="FNanchor_115"></a><a href="#Footnote_115" class="fnanchor">[115]</a> as from a mis-timed thing, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Oft for a holy warning may it serve,</div> -<div class="verse">Charged with remembrance of <i>his</i> sudden sting,</div> -<div class="verse">His bitter tears, whose name the Papal Chair</div> -<div class="verse">And yon resplendent Church are proud to bear.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_114" id="Footnote_114"></a><a href="#FNanchor_114"><span class="label">[114]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They—who have heard thy lettered sages treat</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_115" id="Footnote_115"></a><a href="#FNanchor_115"><span class="label">[115]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">… voice …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p> - -<h4>IX<br /> -AT ALBANO<a name="FNanchor_116" id="FNanchor_116"></a><a href="#Footnote_116" class="fnanchor">[116]</a></h4> - -<p>[This Sonnet is founded on simple fact, and was written -to enlarge, if possible, the views of those who can see nothing -but evil in the intercessions countenanced by the Church of -Rome. That they are in many respects lamentably pernicious -must be acknowledged; but, on the other hand, they who -reflect, while they see and observe, cannot but be struck with -instances which will prove that it is a great error to condemn -in all cases such mediation as purely idolatrous. This remark -bears with especial force upon addresses to the Virgin.—I.F.]</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Days passed—and Monte Calvo would not clear</div> -<div class="verse">His head from mist; and, as the wind sobbed through</div> -<div class="verse">Albano’s dripping Ilex avenue,<a name="FNanchor_117" id="FNanchor_117"></a><a href="#Footnote_117" class="fnanchor">[117]</a></div> -<div class="verse">My dull forebodings in a Peasant’s ear</div> -<div class="verse">Found casual vent. She said, “Be of good cheer; <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Our yesterday’s procession did not sue</div> -<div class="verse">In vain; the sky will change to sunny blue,</div> -<div class="verse">Thanks to our Lady’s grace.” I smiled to hear,</div> -<div class="verse">But not in scorn:—the Matron’s Faith may lack</div> -<div class="verse">The heavenly sanction needed to ensure <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Fulfilment; but, we trust, her upward track<a name="FNanchor_118" id="FNanchor_118"></a><a href="#Footnote_118" class="fnanchor">[118]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Stops not at this low point, nor wants the lure</div> -<div class="verse">Of flowers the Virgin without fear may own,</div> -<div class="verse">For by her Son’s blest hand the seed was sown.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_116" id="Footnote_116"></a><a href="#FNanchor_116"><span class="label">[116]</span></a> Albano, 10 miles south-east of Rome, is a small town and episcopal -residence, a favourite autumnal resort of Roman citizens. It is on the site -of the ruins of the villa of Pompey. Monte Carlo (the Monte Calvo of this -sonnet) is the ancient <i>Mons Latialis</i>, 3127 feet high. At its summit a -convent of Passionist Monks occupies the site of the ancient temple of -Jupiter.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_117" id="Footnote_117"></a><a href="#FNanchor_117"><span class="label">[117]</span></a> The ilex-grove of the Villa Doria is one of the most marked features of -Albano.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_118" id="Footnote_118"></a><a href="#FNanchor_118"><span class="label">[118]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Its own fulfilment; but her upward track</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span></p> - -<h4>X<br /> -“NEAR ANIO’S STREAM, I SPIED A GENTLE -DOVE”</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Near Anio’s stream,<a name="FNanchor_119" id="FNanchor_119"></a><a href="#Footnote_119" class="fnanchor">[119]</a> I spied a gentle Dove</div> -<div class="verse">Perched on an olive branch, and heard her cooing</div> -<div class="verse">’Mid new-born blossoms that soft airs were wooing,</div> -<div class="verse">While all things present told of joy and love.</div> -<div class="verse">But restless Fancy left that olive grove <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">To hail the exploratory Bird renewing</div> -<div class="verse">Hope for the few, who, at the world’s undoing,</div> -<div class="verse">On the great flood were spared to live and move.</div> -<div class="verse">O bounteous Heaven! signs true as dove and bough</div> -<div class="verse">Brought to the ark are coming evermore, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Given though we seek them not, but, while we plough<a name="FNanchor_120" id="FNanchor_120"></a><a href="#Footnote_120" class="fnanchor">[120]</a></div> -<div class="verse">This sea of life without a visible shore,</div> -<div class="verse">Do neither promise ask nor grace implore</div> -<div class="verse">In what alone is ours, the living Now.<a name="FNanchor_121" id="FNanchor_121"></a><a href="#Footnote_121" class="fnanchor">[121]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_119" id="Footnote_119"></a><a href="#FNanchor_119"><span class="label">[119]</span></a> The Anio joins the Tiber north of Rome, flowing from the north-east -past Tivoli.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_120" id="Footnote_120"></a><a href="#FNanchor_120"><span class="label">[120]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Even though men seek them not, but, while they plough</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_121" id="Footnote_121"></a><a href="#FNanchor_121"><span class="label">[121]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… the vouchsafed Now.</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<h4>XI<br /> -FROM THE ALBAN HILLS, LOOKING -TOWARDS ROME</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Forgive, illustrious Country! these deep sighs,</div> -<div class="verse">Heaved less for thy bright plains and hills bestrown</div> -<div class="verse">With monuments decayed or overthrown,</div> -<div class="verse">For all that tottering stands or prostrate lies,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Than for like scenes in moral vision shown, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Ruin perceived for keener sympathies;</div> -<div class="verse">Faith crushed, yet proud of weeds, her gaudy crown</div> -<div class="verse">Virtues laid low, and mouldering energies.</div> -<div class="verse">Yet why prolong this mournful strain?—Fallen Power,</div> -<div class="verse">Thy fortunes, twice exalted,<a name="FNanchor_122" id="FNanchor_122"></a><a href="#Footnote_122" class="fnanchor">[122]</a> might provoke <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Verse to glad notes prophetic of the hour</div> -<div class="verse">When thou, uprisen, shalt break thy double yoke,</div> -<div class="verse">And enter, with prompt aid from the Most High,</div> -<div class="verse">On the third stage of thy great destiny.<a name="FNanchor_123" id="FNanchor_123"></a><a href="#Footnote_123" class="fnanchor">[123]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_122" id="Footnote_122"></a><a href="#FNanchor_122"><span class="label">[122]</span></a> The ancient Classic period, and that of the Renaissance.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_123" id="Footnote_123"></a><a href="#FNanchor_123"><span class="label">[123]</span></a> This period seems to have been already entered. Compare Mrs. -Browning’s “Poems before Congress,” <i>passim</i>.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h4>XII<br /> -NEAR THE LAKE OF THRASYMENE</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When here with Carthage Rome to conflict came,<a name="FNanchor_124" id="FNanchor_124"></a><a href="#Footnote_124" class="fnanchor">[124]</a></div> -<div class="verse">An earthquake, mingling with the battle’s shock,</div> -<div class="verse">Checked not its rage;<a name="FNanchor_125" id="FNanchor_125"></a><a href="#Footnote_125" class="fnanchor">[125]</a> unfelt the ground did rock,</div> -<div class="verse">Sword dropped not, javelin kept its deadly aim.—</div> -<div class="verse">Now all is sun-bright peace. Of that day’s shame, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Or glory, not a vestige seems to endure,</div> -<div class="verse">Save in this Rill that took from blood the name<a name="FNanchor_126" id="FNanchor_126"></a><a href="#Footnote_126" class="fnanchor">[126]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Which yet it bears, sweet Stream! as crystal pure.</div> -<div class="verse">So may all trace and sign of deeds aloof</div> -<div class="verse">From the true guidance of humanity, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Thro’ Time and Nature’s influence, purify</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Their spirit; or, unless they for reproof</div> -<div class="verse">Or warning serve, thus let them all, on ground</div> -<div class="verse">That gave them being, vanish to a sound.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_124" id="Footnote_124"></a><a href="#FNanchor_124"><span class="label">[124]</span></a> The Carthaginian general Hannibal defeated the Roman Consul C. -Flaminius, near the lacus Trasimenus, 217 <span class="smcap">B.C.</span>, with a loss of 15,000 men. -(See Livy, book xxii. 4, etc.)—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_125" id="Footnote_125"></a><a href="#FNanchor_125"><span class="label">[125]</span></a> Compare <i>Hannibal, A Historical Drama</i>, by the late Professor John -Nichol, act II. scene vi. p. 107—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent12">Here shall shepherds tell</div> -<div class="verse">To passing travellers, when we are dust,</div> -<div class="verse">How, by the shores of reedy Thrasymene,</div> -<div class="verse">We fought and conquered, while the earthquake shook</div> -<div class="verse">The walls of Rome.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_126" id="Footnote_126"></a><a href="#FNanchor_126"><span class="label">[126]</span></a> Sanguinetto.—W.W. 1845.</p> - -</div> - -<h4>XIII<br /> -NEAR THE SAME LAKE</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For action born, existing to be tried,</div> -<div class="verse">Powers manifold we have that intervene</div> -<div class="verse">To stir the heart that would too closely screen</div> -<div class="verse">Her peace from images to pain allied.</div> -<div class="verse">What wonder if at midnight, by the side <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of Sanguinetto or broad Thrasymene,<a name="FNanchor_127" id="FNanchor_127"></a><a href="#Footnote_127" class="fnanchor">[127]</a></div> -<div class="verse">The clang of arms is heard, and phantoms glide,</div> -<div class="verse">Unhappy ghosts in troops by moonlight seen;</div> -<div class="verse">And singly thine, O vanquished Chief!<a name="FNanchor_128" id="FNanchor_128"></a><a href="#Footnote_128" class="fnanchor">[128]</a> whose corse,</div> -<div class="verse">Unburied, lay hid under heaps of slain: <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">But who is He?—the Conqueror. Would he force</div> -<div class="verse">His way to Rome? Ah, no,—round hill and plain</div> -<div class="verse">Wandering, he haunts, at fancy’s strong command,</div> -<div class="verse">This spot—his shadowy death-cup in his hand.<a name="FNanchor_129" id="FNanchor_129"></a><a href="#Footnote_129" class="fnanchor">[129]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_127" id="Footnote_127"></a><a href="#FNanchor_127"><span class="label">[127]</span></a> Lake Thrasymene is the largest of the Etrurian lakes, being ten miles -in length and three in breadth.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_128" id="Footnote_128"></a><a href="#FNanchor_128"><span class="label">[128]</span></a> C. Flaminius.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_129" id="Footnote_129"></a><a href="#FNanchor_129"><span class="label">[129]</span></a> After the battle of Lake Thrasymene, Hannibal did not push on to -Rome, but turned through the Apennines to Apulia, just as subsequently -after the battle of Cannas he remained inactive.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h4>XIV<br /> -THE CUCKOO AT LAVERNA<a name="FNanchor_130" id="FNanchor_130"></a><a href="#Footnote_130" class="fnanchor">[130]</a></h4> - -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">May 25th 1837</span></p> - -<p>[Among a thousand delightful feelings connected in my -mind with the voice of the cuckoo, there is a personal one<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> -which is rather melancholy. I was first convinced that age -had rather dulled my hearing, by not being able to catch the -sound at the same distance as the younger companions of my -walks; and of this failure I had a proof upon the occasion that -suggested these verses. I did not hear the sound till Mr. -Robinson had twice or thrice directed my attention to it.]</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">List—’twas the Cuckoo.—O with what delight</div> -<div class="verse">Heard I that voice! and catch it now, though faint,<a name="FNanchor_131" id="FNanchor_131"></a><a href="#Footnote_131" class="fnanchor">[131]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Far off and faint, and melting into air,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet not to be mistaken. Hark again!</div> -<div class="verse">Those louder cries give notice that the Bird, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Although invisible as Echo’s self,<a name="FNanchor_132" id="FNanchor_132"></a><a href="#Footnote_132" class="fnanchor">[132]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Is wheeling hitherward. Thanks, happy Creature,</div> -<div class="verse">For this unthought-of greeting!</div> -<div class="verse indent16">While allured</div> -<div class="verse">From vale to hill, from hill to vale led on,</div> -<div class="verse">We have pursued, through various lands, a long <span class="linenum">10</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> -<div class="verse">And pleasant course; flower after flower has blown,</div> -<div class="verse">Embellishing the ground that gave them birth</div> -<div class="verse">With aspects novel to my sight; but still</div> -<div class="verse">Most fair, most welcome, when they drank the dew</div> -<div class="verse">In a sweet fellowship with kinds beloved, <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">For old remembrance sake. And oft—where Spring</div> -<div class="verse">Display’d her richest blossoms among files</div> -<div class="verse">Of orange-trees bedecked with glowing fruit</div> -<div class="verse">Ripe for the hand, or under a thick shade</div> -<div class="verse">Of Ilex, or, if better suited to the hour, <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">The lightsome Olive’s twinkling canopy—<a name="FNanchor_133" id="FNanchor_133"></a><a href="#Footnote_133" class="fnanchor">[133]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Oft have I heard the Nightingale and Thrush</div> -<div class="verse">Blending as in a common English grove</div> -<div class="verse">Their love-songs; but, where’er my feet might roam,</div> -<div class="verse">Whate’er assemblages of new and old, <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Strange and familiar, might beguile the way,</div> -<div class="verse">A gratulation from that vagrant Voice</div> -<div class="verse">Was wanting;—and most happily till now.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For see, Laverna! mark the far-famed Pile,</div> -<div class="verse">High on the brink of that precipitous rock,<a name="FNanchor_134" id="FNanchor_134"></a><a href="#Footnote_134" class="fnanchor">[134]</a> <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">Implanted like a Fortress, as in truth</div> -<div class="verse">It is, a Christian Fortress, garrisoned</div> -<div class="verse">In faith and hope, and dutiful obedience,</div> -<div class="verse">By a few Monks, a stern society,</div> -<div class="verse">Dead to the world and scorning earth-born joys. <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">Nay—though the hopes that drew, the fears that drove,</div> -<div class="verse">St. Francis, far from Man’s resort, to abide</div> -<div class="verse">Among these sterile heights of Apennine, <a name="FNanchor_135" id="FNanchor_135"></a><a href="#Footnote_135" class="fnanchor">[135]</a></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Bound him, nor, since he raised yon House, have ceased</div> -<div class="verse">To bind his spiritual Progeny, with rules <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -<div class="verse">Stringent as flesh can tolerate and live;<a name="FNanchor_136" id="FNanchor_136"></a><a href="#Footnote_136" class="fnanchor">[136]</a></div> -<div class="verse">His milder Genius (thanks to the good God</div> -<div class="verse">That made us) over those severe restraints</div> -<div class="verse">Of mind, that dread heart-freezing discipline,</div> -<div class="verse">Doth sometimes here predominate, and works <span class="linenum">45</span></div> -<div class="verse">By unsought means for gracious purposes;</div> -<div class="verse">For earth through heaven, for heaven, by changeful earth,</div> -<div class="verse">Illustrated, and mutually endeared.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Rapt though He were above the power of sense,</div> -<div class="verse">Familiarly, yet out of the cleansed heart <span class="linenum">50</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of that once sinful Being overflowed</div> -<div class="verse">On sun, moon, stars, the nether elements,</div> -<div class="verse">And every shape of creature they sustain,</div> -<div class="verse">Divine affections; and with beast and bird</div> -<div class="verse">(Stilled from afar—such marvel story tells— <span class="linenum">55</span></div> -<div class="verse">By casual outbreak of his passionate words,</div> -<div class="verse">And from their own pursuits in field or grove</div> -<div class="verse">Drawn to his side by look or act of love</div> -<div class="verse">Humane, and virtue of his innocent life)</div> -<div class="verse">He wont to hold companionship so free, <span class="linenum">60</span></div> -<div class="verse">So pure, so fraught with knowledge and delight,</div> -<div class="verse">As to be likened in his Followers’ minds</div> -<div class="verse">To that which our first Parents, ere the fall</div> -<div class="verse">From their high state darkened the Earth with fear,</div> -<div class="verse">Held with all Kinds in Eden’s blissful bowers. <span class="linenum">65</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Then question not that, ’mid the austere Band,</div> -<div class="verse">Who breathe the air he breathed, tread where he trod,</div> -<div class="verse">Some true Partakers of his loving spirit</div> -<div class="verse">Do still survive,<a name="FNanchor_137" id="FNanchor_137"></a><a href="#Footnote_137" class="fnanchor">[137]</a> and, with those gentle hearts</div> -<div class="verse">Consorted, Others, in the power, the faith, <span class="linenum">70</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of a baptized imagination, prompt</div> -<div class="verse">To catch from Nature’s humblest monitors</div> -<div class="verse">Whate’er they bring of impulses sublime.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Thus sensitive must be the Monk, though pale</div> -<div class="verse">With fasts, with vigils worn, depressed by years, <span class="linenum">75</span></div> -<div class="verse">Whom in a sunny glade I chanced to see,</div> -<div class="verse">Upon a pine-tree’s storm-uprooted trunk,</div> -<div class="verse">Seated alone, with forehead sky-ward raised,</div> -<div class="verse">Hands clasped above the crucifix he wore</div> -<div class="verse">Appended to his bosom, and lips closed <span class="linenum">80</span></div> -<div class="verse">By the joint pressure of his musing mood</div> -<div class="verse">And habit of his vow. That ancient Man—</div> -<div class="verse">Nor haply less the Brother whom I marked,</div> -<div class="verse">As we approached the Convent gate, aloft</div> -<div class="verse">Looking far forth from his aerial cell, <span class="linenum">85</span></div> -<div class="verse">A young Ascetic—Poet, Hero, Sage,</div> -<div class="verse">He might have been, Lover belike he was—</div> -<div class="verse">If they received into a conscious ear</div> -<div class="verse">The notes whose first faint greeting startled me,</div> -<div class="verse">Whose sedulous iteration thrilled with joy <span class="linenum">90</span></div> -<div class="verse">My heart—may have been moved like me to think,</div> -<div class="verse">Ah! not like me who walk in the world’s ways,</div> -<div class="verse">On the great Prophet, styled <i>the Voice of One</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Crying amid the wilderness</i>, and given,</div> -<div class="verse">Now that their snows must melt, their herbs and flowers <span class="linenum">95</span></div> -<div class="verse">Revive, their obstinate winter pass away,</div> -<div class="verse">That awful name to Thee, thee, simple Cuckoo,</div> -<div class="verse">Wandering in solitude, and evermore</div> -<div class="verse">Foretelling and proclaiming, ere thou leave</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span> -<div class="verse">This thy last haunt beneath Italian skies <span class="linenum">100</span></div> -<div class="verse">To carry thy glad tidings over heights</div> -<div class="verse">Still loftier, and to climes more near the Pole.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Voice of the Desert, fare-thee-well; sweet Bird!</div> -<div class="verse">If that substantial title please thee more,</div> -<div class="verse">Farewell!—but go thy way, no need hast thou <span class="linenum">105</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of a good wish sent after thee; from bower</div> -<div class="verse">To bower as green, from sky to sky as clear,</div> -<div class="verse">Thee gentle breezes waft—or airs that meet</div> -<div class="verse">Thy course and sport around thee softly fan—</div> -<div class="verse">Till Night, descending upon hill and vale, <span class="linenum">110</span></div> -<div class="verse">Grants to thy mission a brief term of silence,</div> -<div class="verse">And folds thy pinions up in blest repose.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_130" id="Footnote_130"></a><a href="#FNanchor_130"><span class="label">[130]</span></a> Laverna is a corruption of <i>Alverna</i> (now called Alverniac). It is about -five or six hours’ walk from Camaldoli, on a height of the Apennines, not far -from the sources of the Anio. To reach it, “the southern height of the -Monte Valterona is ascended as far as the chapel of St. Romaiald; then a -descent is made to Moggiona, beyond which the path turns to the left, -traversing a long and fatiguing succession of gorges and slopes; the path at -the base of the mountain is therefore preferable. The market town of Soci -in the valley of the Archiano is first reached, then the profound valley of the -Corsaline; beyond it rises a blunted cone, on which the path ascends in -windings to a stony plain with marshy meadows. Above this rises the -abrupt sandstone mass of the <i>Vernia</i>, to the height of 850 feet. On its -S.W. slope, one-third of the way up, and 3906 feet above the sea-level, is -seen a wall with small windows, the oldest part of the monastery, built in -1218 by St. Francis of Assisi. The church dates from 1284.… One of the -grandest points is the <i>Penna della Vernia</i> (4796 feet), the ridge of the -Vernia, also known as <i>l’Apennino</i>, the ‘rugged rock between the sources of -the Tiber and Anio,’ as it is called by Dante (<i>Paradiso</i>, ii. 106).… Near -the monastery are the <i>Luoghi Santi</i>, a number of grottos and rock-hewn -chambers in which St. Francis once lived.” (See Baedeker’s <i>Northern -Italy</i>, 1886, p. 463.)</p> - -<p>“The Monte Alverno, or Monte della Verni is situated on the border of -Tuscany, near the sources of the Tiber and Anio, not far from the Castle -of Chiusi, where Orlando lived.” (Mrs. Oliphant’s <i>Francis of Assisi</i>, chap. -xvi. p. 248.)</p> - -<p>See also Herzog’s <i>Real-Encyklopädie für protestantische Theologie und -Kirche</i>, vol. iv. p. 655.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_131" id="Footnote_131"></a><a href="#FNanchor_131"><span class="label">[131]</span></a> Compare <i>To the Cuckoo</i>, II. 3, 4 (vol. ii. p. 289)—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent9">… Bird,</div> -<div class="verse">Or but a wandering Voice?</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_132" id="Footnote_132"></a><a href="#FNanchor_132"><span class="label">[132]</span></a> Compare <i>To the Cuckoo</i>, l. 15 (vol. ii. p. 290)—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No bird, but an invisible thing.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_133" id="Footnote_133"></a><a href="#FNanchor_133"><span class="label">[133]</span></a> From the difference in the colour of each side of the leaf, a grove of -olives when <i>wind-tossed</i> is pre-eminently a “twinkling canopy.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_134" id="Footnote_134"></a><a href="#FNanchor_134"><span class="label">[134]</span></a> See note, p. 67.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_135" id="Footnote_135"></a><a href="#FNanchor_135"><span class="label">[135]</span></a> St. Francis of Assisi, founder of the order of Friars Minors, after -establishing numerous monasteries in Italy, Spain, and France, resigned his -office and retired to this, one of the highest of the Apennine heights. See -note, p. 67. He was canonised in 1230. Henry Crabb Robinson tells us, -“It was at Laverna that he” [W.W.] “led me to expect that he had found a -subject on which he could write, and that was the love which birds bore to -St. Francis. He repeated to me a short time afterwards a few lines, which -I do not recollect amongst those he has written on St. Francis in this poem. -On the journey, one night only I heard him in bed composing verses, and on -the following day I offered to be his amanuensis; but I was not patient -enough, I fear, and he did not employ me a second time. He made inquiries -for St. Francis’s biography, as if he would dub him his Leibheiliger -(body-saint), as Goethe (saying that every one must have one) declared St. -Philip Neri to be his.” (See the <i>Memoirs of William Wordsworth</i>, by his -nephew, vol. ii. p. 331)—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_136" id="Footnote_136"></a><a href="#FNanchor_136"><span class="label">[136]</span></a> The characteristic feature of the Franciscan order was its vow of -Poverty, and Francis desired that it should be taken in the most rigorous -sense, viz. that no individual member of the fraternity, nor the fraternity -itself, should be allowed to possess any property whatsoever, even in things -necessary to human use.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_137" id="Footnote_137"></a><a href="#FNanchor_137"><span class="label">[137]</span></a> The members of the Franciscan order were the Stoics of Christendom. -The order has been powerful, and of great service to the Roman Church—alike -in literature, and in practical action and enterprise.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h4>XV<br /> -AT THE CONVENT OF CAMALDOLI</h4> - -<p>This famous sanctuary was the original establishment of Saint Romualdo -(or Rumwald, as our ancestors saxonised the name) in the 11th century, the -ground (campo) being given by a Count Maldo. The Camaldolensi, however, -have spread wide as a branch of Benedictines, and may therefore be -classed among the <i>gentlemen</i> of the monastic orders. The society comprehends -two orders, monks and hermits; symbolised by their arms, two doves -drinking out of the same cup. The monastery in which the monks here -reside is beautifully situated, but a large unattractive edifice, not unlike a -factory. The hermitage is placed in a loftier and wilder region of the forest. -It comprehends between 20 and 30 distinct residences, each including for its -single hermit an inclosed piece of ground and three very small apartments. -There are days of indulgence when the hermit may quit his cell, and when -old age arrives, he descends from the mountain and takes his abode among -the monks.</p> - -<p>My companion had, in the year 1831, fallen in with the monk, the subject -of these two sonnets, who showed him his abode among the hermits. It is -from him that I received the following<a name="FNanchor_138" id="FNanchor_138"></a><a href="#Footnote_138" class="fnanchor">[138]</a> particulars. He was then about 40 -years of age, but his appearance was that of an older man. He had been a -painter by profession, but on taking orders changed his name from Santi to -Raffaello, perhaps with an unconscious reference as well to the great Sanzio -d’Urbino as to the archangel. He assured my friend that he had been 13 -years in the hermitage and had never known melancholy or ennui. In the -little recess for study and prayer, there was a small collection of books. “I -read only,” said he, “books of asceticism and mystical theology.” On being -asked the names of the most famous<a name="FNanchor_139" id="FNanchor_139"></a><a href="#Footnote_139" class="fnanchor">[139]</a> mystics, he enumerated <i>Scaramelli</i>, -<i>San Giovanni della Croce</i>, <i>St. Dionysius the Areopagite</i> (supposing the -work which bears his name to be really his),<a name="FNanchor_140" id="FNanchor_140"></a><a href="#Footnote_140" class="fnanchor">[140]</a> and with peculiar emphasis -<i>Ricardo di San Vittori</i>. The works of <i>Saint Theresa</i> are also in high -repute among ascetics.<a name="FNanchor_141" id="FNanchor_141"></a><a href="#Footnote_141" class="fnanchor">[141]</a> These names may interest some of my readers.</p> - -<p>We heard that Raffaello was then living in the convent; my friend sought -in vain to renew his acquaintance with him. It was probably a day of -seclusion. The reader will perceive that these sonnets were supposed to be -written when he was a young man.—W.W. 1842.</p> - -<p>The monastery of Camaldoli is on the highest point of the hills near -Naples (1476 feet), and commands one of the finest views in Italy.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Grieve for the Man who hither came bereft,</div> -<div class="verse">And seeking consolation from above;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Nor grieve the less that skill to him was left</div> -<div class="verse">To paint this picture of his lady-love:</div> -<div class="verse">Can she, a blessed saint, the work approve? <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">And O, good Brethren of the cowl, a thing</div> -<div class="verse">So fair, to which with peril he must cling,</div> -<div class="verse">Destroy in pity, or with care remove.</div> -<div class="verse">That bloom—those eyes—can they assist to bind</div> -<div class="verse">Thoughts that would stray from Heaven? The dream must cease <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">To be; by Faith, not sight, his soul must live;</div> -<div class="verse">Else will the enamoured Monk too surely find</div> -<div class="verse">How wide a space can part from inward peace</div> -<div class="verse">The most profound repose his cell can give.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_138" id="Footnote_138"></a><a href="#FNanchor_138"><span class="label">[138]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">received these particulars.</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_139" id="Footnote_139"></a><a href="#FNanchor_139"><span class="label">[139]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">famous Italian mystics,</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_140" id="Footnote_140"></a><a href="#FNanchor_140"><span class="label">[140]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>San Dionysia</i>, <i>Areopagitica</i>, and with</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_141" id="Footnote_141"></a><a href="#FNanchor_141"><span class="label">[141]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">are among ascetics in high repute, but she was a Spaniard.</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<h4>XVI<br /> -CONTINUED</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The world forsaken, all its busy cares</div> -<div class="verse">And stirring interests shunned with desperate flight,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span> -<div class="verse">All trust abandoned in the healing might</div> -<div class="verse">Of virtuous action; all that courage dares,</div> -<div class="verse">Labour accomplishes, or patience bears— <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Those helps rejected, they, whose minds perceive</div> -<div class="verse">How subtly works man’s weakness, sighs may heave</div> -<div class="verse">For such a One beset with cloistral snares.</div> -<div class="verse">Father of Mercy! rectify his view,</div> -<div class="verse">If with his vows this object ill agree; <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Shed over it thy grace, and thus subdue<a name="FNanchor_142" id="FNanchor_142"></a><a href="#Footnote_142" class="fnanchor">[142]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Imperious passion in a heart set free:—</div> -<div class="verse">That earthly love may to herself be true,</div> -<div class="verse">Give him a soul that cleaveth unto thee.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_142" id="Footnote_142"></a><a href="#FNanchor_142"><span class="label">[142]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… and so subdue</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<h4>XVII<br /> -AT THE EREMITE OR UPPER CONVENT -OF CAMALDOLI</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What aim had they, the Pair of Monks, in size<a name="FNanchor_143" id="FNanchor_143"></a><a href="#Footnote_143" class="fnanchor">[143]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Enormous, dragged, while side by side they sate,</div> -<div class="verse">By panting steers up to this convent gate?</div> -<div class="verse">How, with empurpled cheeks and pampered eyes,</div> -<div class="verse">Dare they confront the lean austerities <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of Brethren, who, here fixed, on Jesu wait</div> -<div class="verse">In sackcloth, and God’s anger deprecate</div> -<div class="verse">Through all that humbles flesh and mortifies?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Strange contrast!—verily the world of dreams,</div> -<div class="verse">Where mingle, as for mockery combined, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Things in their very essences at strife,</div> -<div class="verse">Shows not a sight incongruous as the extremes</div> -<div class="verse">That everywhere, before the thoughtful mind,</div> -<div class="verse">Meet on the solid ground of waking life.<a name="FNanchor_144" id="FNanchor_144"></a><a href="#Footnote_144" class="fnanchor">[144]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_143" id="Footnote_143"></a><a href="#FNanchor_143"><span class="label">[143]</span></a> In justice to the Benedictines of Camaldoli, by whom strangers are so -hospitably entertained, I feel obliged to notice, that I saw among them no -other figures at all resembling, in size and complexion, the two Monks described -in this Sonnet. What was their office, or the motive which brought -them to this place of mortification, which they could not have approached -without being carried in this or some other way, a feeling of delicacy prevented -me from inquiring. An account has before been given of the -hermitage they were about to enter. It was visited by us towards the end -of the month of May; yet snow was lying thick under the pine-trees, within -a few yards of the gate.—W.W. 1842.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_144" id="Footnote_144"></a><a href="#FNanchor_144"><span class="label">[144]</span></a> See note, pp. 72, 73.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h4>XVIII<br /> -AT VALLOMBROSA<a name="FNanchor_145" id="FNanchor_145"></a><a href="#Footnote_145" class="fnanchor">[145]</a></h4> - -<p>[I must confess, though of course I did not acknowledge it -in the few lines I wrote in the Strangers’ book kept at the -convent, that I was somewhat disappointed at Vallombrosa. I -had expected, as the name implies, a deep and narrow valley -overshadowed by enclosing hills; but the spot where the -convent stands is in fact not a valley at all, but a cove or -crescent open to an extensive prospect. In the book before -mentioned, I read the notice in the English language that if -anyone would ascend the steep ground above the convent, and -wander over it, he would be abundantly rewarded by magnificent -views. I had not time to act upon this recommendation, -and only went with my young guide to a point, nearly on a -level with the site of the convent, that overlooks the Vale of -Arno for some leagues. To praise great and good men has -ever been deemed one of the worthiest employments of poetry,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span> -but the objects of admiration vary so much with time and -circumstances, and the noblest of mankind have been found, -when intimately known, to be of characters so imperfect, that -no eulogist can find a subject which he will venture upon with -the animation necessary to create sympathy, unless he confines -himself to a particular part or he takes something of a one-sided -view of the person he is disposed to celebrate. This is a -melancholy truth, and affords a strong reason for the poetic -mind being chiefly exercised in works of fiction: the poet can -then follow wherever the spirit of admiration leads him, unchecked -by such suggestions as will be too apt to cross his way -if all that he is prompted to utter is to be tested by fact. -Something in this spirit I have written in the note attached to -the Sonnet on the King of Sweden; and many will think that -in this poem and elsewhere I have spoken of the author of -<i>Paradise Lost</i> in a strain of panegyric scarcely justifiable by -the tenor of some of his opinions, whether theological or -political, and by the temper he carried into public affairs, in -which, unfortunately for his genius, he was so much concerned.—I.F.]</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thick as autumnal leaves that strew the brooks</div> -<div class="verse">In Vallombrosa, where Etrurian shades</div> -<div class="verse">High over-arch’d embower.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcap">Paradise Lost.</span><a name="FNanchor_146" id="FNanchor_146"></a><a href="#Footnote_146" class="fnanchor">[146]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Vallombrosa—I longed in thy shadiest wood</div> -<div class="verse">To slumber, reclined on the moss-covered floor!”<a name="FNanchor_147" id="FNanchor_147"></a><a href="#Footnote_147" class="fnanchor">[147]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Fond wish that was granted at last, and the Flood,</div> -<div class="verse">That lulled me asleep, bids me listen once more.</div> -<div class="verse">Its murmur how soft! as it falls down the steep, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Near that Cell—yon sequestered Retreat high in air—<a name="FNanchor_148" id="FNanchor_148"></a><a href="#Footnote_148" class="fnanchor">[148]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Where our Milton was wont lonely vigils to keep</div> -<div class="verse">For converse with God, sought through study and prayer.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> -<div class="verse">The Monks still repeat the tradition with pride,</div> -<div class="verse">And its truth who shall doubt? for his Spirit is here;<a name="FNanchor_149" id="FNanchor_149"></a><a href="#Footnote_149" class="fnanchor">[149]</a> <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">In the cloud-piercing rocks doth her grandeur abide,</div> -<div class="verse">In the pines pointing heavenward her beauty austere;</div> -<div class="verse">In the flower-besprent meadows his genius we trace</div> -<div class="verse">Turned to humbler delights, in which youth might confide,</div> -<div class="verse">That would yield him fit help while prefiguring that Place <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">Where, if Sin had not entered, Love never had died.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When with life lengthened out came a desolate time,</div> -<div class="verse">And darkness and danger had compassed him round,</div> -<div class="verse">With a thought he would<a name="FNanchor_150" id="FNanchor_150"></a><a href="#Footnote_150" class="fnanchor">[150]</a> flee to these haunts of his prime,</div> -<div class="verse">And here once again a kind shelter be found. <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">And let me believe that when nightly the Muse</div> -<div class="verse">Did<a name="FNanchor_151" id="FNanchor_151"></a><a href="#Footnote_151" class="fnanchor">[151]</a> waft him to Sion, the glorified hill,<a name="FNanchor_152" id="FNanchor_152"></a><a href="#Footnote_152" class="fnanchor">[152]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Here also, on some favoured height, he<a name="FNanchor_153" id="FNanchor_153"></a><a href="#Footnote_153" class="fnanchor">[153]</a> would choose</div> -<div class="verse">To wander, and drink inspiration at will.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Vallombrosa! of thee I first heard in the page <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of that holiest of Bards, and the name for my mind</div> -<div class="verse">Had a musical charm, which the winter of age</div> -<div class="verse">And the changes it brings had no power to unbind.</div> -<div class="verse">And now, ye Miltonian shades! under you</div> -<div class="verse">I repose, nor am forced from sweet fancy to part, <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">While your leaves I behold and the brooks they will strew,</div> -<div class="verse">And the realised vision is clasped to my heart.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Even so, and unblamed, we rejoice as we may</div> -<div class="verse">In Forms that must perish, frail objects of sense;</div> -<div class="verse">Unblamed—if the Soul be intent on the day <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">When the Being of Beings shall summon her hence.</div> -<div class="verse">For he and he only with wisdom is blest</div> -<div class="verse">Who, gathering true pleasures wherever they grow,</div> -<div class="verse">Looks up in all places, for joy or for rest,</div> -<div class="verse">To the Fountain whence Time and Eternity flow. <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_145" id="Footnote_145"></a><a href="#FNanchor_145"><span class="label">[145]</span></a> The name of Milton is pleasingly connected with Vallombrosa in many -ways. The pride with which the Monk, without any previous question -from me, pointed out his residence, I shall not readily forget. It may be -proper here to defend the Poet from a charge which has been brought -against him, in respect to the passage in <i>Paradise Lost</i>, where this place is -mentioned. It is said, that he has erred in speaking of the trees there -being deciduous, whereas they are, in fact, pines. The fault-finders are -themselves mistaken; the <i>natural</i> woods of the region of Vallombrosa <i>are</i> -deciduous, and spread to a great extent; those near the convent are, indeed, -mostly pines; but they are avenues of trees <i>planted</i> within a few steps of -each other, and thus composing large tracts of wood; plots of which are -periodically cut down. The appearance of those narrow avenues, upon -steep slopes open to the sky, on account of the height which the trees attain -by being <i>forced</i> to grow upwards, is often very impressive. My guide, a -boy of about fourteen years old, pointed this out to me in several places.—W.W. -1842.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_146" id="Footnote_146"></a><a href="#FNanchor_146"><span class="label">[146]</span></a> Compare <i>Paradise Lost</i>, book i. l. 302. Vallombrosa—the shady valley—is -18 miles distant from Florence. Wordsworth’s quotation from Milton -was from memory. It is not quite accurate.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_147" id="Footnote_147"></a><a href="#FNanchor_147"><span class="label">[147]</span></a> See for the two <i>first lines</i>, <i>Stanzas composed in the Simplon Pass</i>.—W.W. -1842. (See vol. vi. p. 357.)—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_148" id="Footnote_148"></a><a href="#FNanchor_148"><span class="label">[148]</span></a> The monastery of Vallombrosa was founded about 1050, by S. Giovanni -Gnalberto. It was suppressed in 1869, and is now converted into the R. -Instituto Forestale, or forest school. The “cell,” the “sequestered retreat” -referred to by Wordsworth, is doubtless <i>Il Paradisino</i>, or <i>Le Celle</i>, a small -hermitage 266 feet above the monastery, which is itself 2980 feet above the -sea.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_149" id="Footnote_149"></a><a href="#FNanchor_149"><span class="label">[149]</span></a> Compare Milton’s letter to Benedetto Bonmattei of Florence, written -during his stay in the city, September 10, 1638.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_150" id="Footnote_150"></a><a href="#FNanchor_150"><span class="label">[150]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… might …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_151" id="Footnote_151"></a><a href="#FNanchor_151"><span class="label">[151]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Would …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_152" id="Footnote_152"></a><a href="#FNanchor_152"><span class="label">[152]</span></a> Compare <i>Paradise Lost</i>, book iii. l. 29—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent14">… but chief</div> -<div class="verse">Thee, Sion, and the flourie Brooks beneath,</div> -<div class="verse">That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow,</div> -<div class="verse">Nightly I visit.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_153" id="Footnote_153"></a><a href="#FNanchor_153"><span class="label">[153]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… they …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<h4>XIX<br /> -AT FLORENCE</h4> - -<p>[Upon what evidence the belief rests that this stone was a -favourite seat of Dante, I do not know; but a man would -little consult his own interest as a traveller, if he should busy -himself with doubts as to the fact. The readiness with which -traditions of this character are received, and the fidelity with -which they are preserved from generation to generation, are an -evidence of feelings honourable to our nature. I remember -how, during one of my rambles in the course of a college -vacation, I was pleased on being shown a seat near a kind of -rocky cell at the source of the river, on which it was said that -Congreve wrote his <i>Old Bachelor</i>. One can scarcely hit on -any performance less in harmony with the scene; but it was a -local tribute paid to intellect by those who had not troubled -themselves to estimate the moral worth of that author’s comedies; -and why should they? He was a man distinguished in his day; -and the sequestered neighbourhood in which he often resided -was perhaps as proud of him as Florence of her Dante: it is -the same feeling, though proceeding from persons one cannot -bring together in this way without offering some apology to the -Shade of the great Visionary.—I.F.]</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Under the shadow of a stately Pile,</div> -<div class="verse">The dome of Florence, pensive and alone,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor giving heed to aught that passed the while,</div> -<div class="verse">I stood, and gazed upon a marble stone,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span> -<div class="verse">The laurelled Dante’s favourite seat.<a name="FNanchor_154" id="FNanchor_154"></a><a href="#Footnote_154" class="fnanchor">[154]</a> A throne, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">In just esteem, it rivals; though no style</div> -<div class="verse">Be there of decoration to beguile</div> -<div class="verse">The mind, depressed by thought of greatness flown.</div> -<div class="verse">As a true man, who long had served the lyre,</div> -<div class="verse">I gazed with earnestness, and dared no more. <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">But in his breast the mighty Poet bore</div> -<div class="verse">A Patriot’s heart, warm with undying fire.</div> -<div class="verse">Bold with the thought, in reverence I sate down,</div> -<div class="verse">And, for a moment, filled that empty Throne.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_154" id="Footnote_154"></a><a href="#FNanchor_154"><span class="label">[154]</span></a> The <i>Sasso di Dante</i> is built into the wall of the house, No. 29 Casa dei -Canonici, close to the Duomo.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h4>XX<br /> -BEFORE THE PICTURE OF THE BAPTIST, -BY RAPHAEL, IN THE GALLERY AT -FLORENCE<a name="FNanchor_155" id="FNanchor_155"></a><a href="#Footnote_155" class="fnanchor">[155]</a></h4> - -<p>[It was very hot weather during the week we stayed at -Florence; and, never having been there before, I went through -much hard service, and am not therefore <i>ashamed</i> to confess -I fell asleep before this picture and sitting with my back -towards the Venus de Medicis. Buonaparte—in answer to one -who had spoken of his being in a sound sleep up to the moment -when one of his great battles was to be fought, as a proof of -the calmness of his mind and command over anxious thoughts—said -frankly, that he slept because from bodily exhaustion he -could not help it. In like manner it is noticed that criminals -on the night previous to their execution seldom awake before -they are called, a proof that the body is the master of us far -more than we need be willing to allow. Should this note by -any possible chance be seen by any of my countrymen who<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> -might have been in the gallery at the time (and several persons -were there) and witnessed such an indecorum, I hope he will -give up the opinion which he might naturally have formed to -my prejudice.—I.F.]</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Baptist might have been ordain’d to cry</div> -<div class="verse">Forth from the towers of that huge Pile, wherein</div> -<div class="verse">His Father served Jehovah; but how win</div> -<div class="verse">Due audience, how for aught but scorn defy</div> -<div class="verse">The obstinate pride and wanton revelry <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of the Jerusalem below, her sin</div> -<div class="verse">And folly, if they with united din</div> -<div class="verse">Drown not at once mandate and prophecy?</div> -<div class="verse">Therefore the Voice spake from the Desert, thence</div> -<div class="verse">To Her, as to her opposite in peace, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Silence, and holiness, and innocence,</div> -<div class="verse">To Her and to all Lands its warning sent,</div> -<div class="verse">Crying with earnestness that might not cease,</div> -<div class="verse">“Make straight a highway for the Lord—repent!”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_155" id="Footnote_155"></a><a href="#FNanchor_155"><span class="label">[155]</span></a> This sonnet refers to the picture of the young St. John the Baptist, -now in the Tribuna, Florence, designed about the same time as the -Madonna di San Sisto, for Cardinal Colonna, who is said to have presented -it to his doctor, Jacopo da Carpi. It has been much admired, and often -copied; but it is inferior, both in drawing and in colouring, to the great -works of Raphael. How much of it was actually from his hand is uncertain; -and Baptist is painted rather like a Bacchus than a Saint.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h4>XXI<br /> -AT FLORENCE—FROM MICHAEL ANGELO</h4> - -<p>[However at first these two sonnets from Michael Angelo -may seem in their spirit somewhat inconsistent with each other, -I have not scrupled to place them side by side as characteristic -of their great author, and others with whom he lived. I feel, -nevertheless, a wish to know at what periods of his life they -were respectively composed.<a name="FNanchor_156" id="FNanchor_156"></a><a href="#Footnote_156" class="fnanchor">[156]</a> The latter, as it expresses, was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span> -written in his advanced years, when it was natural that the -Platonism that pervades the one should give way to the -Christian feeling that inspired the other: between both there -is more than poetic affinity.—I.F.]</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Rapt above earth by power of one fair face,</div> -<div class="verse">Hers in whose sway alone my heart delights,</div> -<div class="verse">I mingle with the blest on those pure heights</div> -<div class="verse">Where Man, yet mortal, rarely finds a place.</div> -<div class="verse">With Him who made the Work that Work accords <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">So well, that by its help and through his grace</div> -<div class="verse">I raise my thoughts, inform my deeds and words,</div> -<div class="verse">Clasping her beauty in my soul’s embrace.</div> -<div class="verse">Thus, if from two fair eyes mine cannot turn,</div> -<div class="verse">I feel how in their presence doth abide <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Light which to God is both the way and guide;</div> -<div class="verse">And, kindling at their lustre, if I burn,</div> -<div class="verse">My noble fire emits the joyful ray</div> -<div class="verse">That through the realms of glory shines for aye.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_156" id="Footnote_156"></a><a href="#FNanchor_156"><span class="label">[156]</span></a> The second of the two sonnets translated by Wordsworth is No. lxxiii. -in Signor Cesare Guastî’s edition of Michael Angelo (1863).</p> - -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">At the Foot of the Cross.</span></p> - -<p class="center"><i>Scaro d’un’ importuna.</i></p> - -<p>It was evidently written in old age. The following is Mr. John -Addington Symond’s translation of the same sonnet.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Freed from a burden sore and grievous band,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Dear Lord, and from this wearying world untied,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Like a frail bark I turn me to Thy side,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As from a fierce storm to a tranquil land.</div> -<div class="verse">Thy thorns, Thy nails, and either bleeding hand,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With Thy mild gentle piteous face, provide</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Promise of help and mercies multiplied,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And hope that yet my soul secure may stand.</div> -<div class="verse">Let not Thy holy eyes be just to see</div> -<div class="verse indent1">My evil part, Thy chastened ears to hear,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And stretch the arm of judgment to my crime:</div> -<div class="verse">Let Thy blood only love and succour me,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Yielding more perfect pardon, better cheer,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As older still I grow with lengthening time.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><i>The Sonnets of Michael Angelo Buonarroti and Tomaso Campanella</i>, -by John Addington Symonds, p. 110.</p> - -<p>Compare Wordsworth’s translation of other three sonnets by Michael -Angelo (vol. iii. pp. 380-384).—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h4>XXII<br /> -AT FLORENCE—FROM M. ANGELO</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Eternal Lord! eased of a cumbrous load,</div> -<div class="verse">And loosened from the world, I turn to Thee;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Shun, like a shattered bark, the storm, and flee</div> -<div class="verse">To thy protection for a safe abode.</div> -<div class="verse">The crown of thorns, hands pierced upon the tree, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">The meek, benign, and lacerated face,</div> -<div class="verse">To a sincere repentance promise grace,</div> -<div class="verse">To the sad soul give hope of pardon free.</div> -<div class="verse">With justice mark not Thou, O Light divine,</div> -<div class="verse">My fault, nor hear it with thy sacred ear; <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Neither put forth that way thy arm severe;</div> -<div class="verse">Wash with thy blood my sins; thereto incline</div> -<div class="verse">More readily the more my years require</div> -<div class="verse">Help, and forgiveness speedy and entire.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h4>XXIII<br /> -AMONG THE RUINS OF A CONVENT IN -THE APENNINES</h4> - -<p>[The political revolutions of our time have multiplied, on the -Continent, objects that unavoidably call forth reflections such as -are expressed in these verses, but the Ruins in those countries -are too recent to exhibit, in anything like an equal degree, the -beauty with which time and nature have invested the remains -of our Convents and Abbeys. These verses, it will be observed, -take up the beauty long before it is matured, as one cannot but -wish it may be among some of the desolations of Italy, France, -and Germany.—I.F.]</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ye Trees! whose slender roots entwine</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Altars that piety neglects;</div> -<div class="verse">Whose infant arms enclasp the shrine</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which no devotion now respects;</div> -<div class="verse">If not a straggler from the herd <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Here ruminate, nor shrouded bird,</div> -<div class="verse">Chanting her low-voiced hymn, take pride</div> -<div class="verse">In aught that ye would grace or hide—</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span> -<div class="verse">How sadly is your love misplaced,</div> -<div class="verse">Fair Trees, your bounty run to waste! <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ye, too,<a name="FNanchor_157" id="FNanchor_157"></a><a href="#Footnote_157" class="fnanchor">[157]</a> wild Flowers! that no one heeds,</div> -<div class="verse">And ye—full often spurned as weeds—</div> -<div class="verse">In beauty clothed, or breathing sweetness</div> -<div class="verse">From fractured arch and mouldering wall—</div> -<div class="verse">Do but more touchingly recal <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">Man’s headstrong violence and Time’s fleetness,</div> -<div class="verse">Making<a name="FNanchor_158" id="FNanchor_158"></a><a href="#Footnote_158" class="fnanchor">[158]</a> the precincts ye adorn</div> -<div class="verse">Appear to sight still more forlorn.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_157" id="Footnote_157"></a><a href="#FNanchor_157"><span class="label">[157]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And ye, …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_158" id="Footnote_158"></a><a href="#FNanchor_158"><span class="label">[158]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And make …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<h4>XXIV<br /> -IN LOMBARDY</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">See, where his difficult way that Old Man wins</div> -<div class="verse">Bent by a load of Mulberry leaves!—most hard</div> -<div class="verse">Appears <i>his</i> lot, to the small Worm’s compared,</div> -<div class="verse">For whom his toil with early day begins.</div> -<div class="verse">Acknowledging no task-master, at will <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">(As if her labour and her ease were twins)</div> -<div class="verse"><i>She</i> seems to work, at pleasure to lie still;—</div> -<div class="verse">And softly sleeps within the thread she spins.</div> -<div class="verse">So fare they—the Man serving as her Slave.</div> -<div class="verse">Ere long their fates do each to each conform: <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Both pass into new being,—but the Worm,</div> -<div class="verse">Transfigured, sinks into a hopeless grave;</div> -<div class="verse"><i>His</i> volant Spirit will, he trusts, ascend</div> -<div class="verse">To bliss unbounded, glory without end.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span></p> - -<h4>XXV<br /> -AFTER LEAVING ITALY</h4> - -<p>[I had proof in several instances that the Carbonari, if I may -still call them so, and their favourers, are opening their eyes to -the necessity of patience, and are intent upon spreading knowledge -actively but quietly as they can. May they have -resolution to continue in this course! for it is the only one by -which they can truly benefit their country. We left Italy by -the way which is called the “Nuova Strada de Allmagna,” to -the east of the high passes of the Alps, which take you at once -from Italy into Switzerland. This road leads across several -smaller heights, and winds down different vales in succession, -so that it was only by the accidental sound of a few German -words that I was aware we had quitted Italy, and hence the -unwelcome shock alluded to in the two or three last lines of -the latter sonnet.—I.F.]</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fair Land! Thee all men greet with joy; how few,</div> -<div class="verse">Whose souls take pride in freedom, virtue, fame,</div> -<div class="verse">Part from thee without pity dyed in shame:</div> -<div class="verse">I could not—while from Venice we withdrew,</div> -<div class="verse">Led on till an Alpine strait confined our view<a name="FNanchor_159" id="FNanchor_159"></a><a href="#Footnote_159" class="fnanchor">[159]</a> <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Within its depths, and to the shore we came</div> -<div class="verse">Of Lago Morto, dreary sight and name,</div> -<div class="verse">Which o’er sad thoughts a sadder colouring threw.</div> -<div class="verse">Italia! on the surface of thy spirit,</div> -<div class="verse">(Too aptly emblemed by that torpid lake) <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Shall a few partial breezes only creep?—</div> -<div class="verse">Be its depths quickened; what thou dost inherit</div> -<div class="verse">Of the world’s hopes, dare to fulfil; awake,</div> -<div class="verse">Mother of Heroes, from thy death-like sleep!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_159" id="Footnote_159"></a><a href="#FNanchor_159"><span class="label">[159]</span></a> They left Venice by the Nuova Strada de Allmagna, resting at Logerone, -Sillian, Spittal (in Carinthia), and thence on to Salzburg.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></p> - -<h4>XXVI<br /> -CONTINUED</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As indignation mastered grief, my tongue</div> -<div class="verse">Spake bitter words; words that did ill agree</div> -<div class="verse">With those rich stores of Nature’s imagery,</div> -<div class="verse">And divine Art, that fast to memory clung—</div> -<div class="verse">Thy gifts, magnificent Region, ever young <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">In the sun’s eye, and in his sister’s sight</div> -<div class="verse">How beautiful! how worthy to be sung</div> -<div class="verse">In strains of rapture, or subdued delight!</div> -<div class="verse">I feign not; witness that unwelcome shock</div> -<div class="verse">That followed the first sound of German speech, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Caught the far-winding barrier Alps among.</div> -<div class="verse">In that announcement, greeting seemed to mock<a name="FNanchor_160" id="FNanchor_160"></a><a href="#Footnote_160" class="fnanchor">[160]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Parting; the casual word had power to reach</div> -<div class="verse">My heart, and filled that heart with conflict strong.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_160" id="Footnote_160"></a><a href="#FNanchor_160"><span class="label">[160]</span></a> See the Fenwick note to the last sonnet.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>AT BOLOGNA, IN REMEMBRANCE OF THE -LATE INSURRECTIONS, 1837<a name="FNanchor_161" id="FNanchor_161"></a><a href="#Footnote_161" class="fnanchor">[161]</a><a name="FNanchor_162" id="FNanchor_162"></a><a href="#Footnote_162" class="fnanchor">[162]</a></h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1837.—Published 1842</p> - -<p>This was originally (1842) included in the “Memorials of a -Tour in Italy,” but, in 1845, it was transferred, along with the -two which follow it, to the “Sonnets dedicated to Liberty and -Order.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span></p> - -<h4>I</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ah why deceive ourselves! by no mere fit</div> -<div class="verse">Of sudden passion roused shall men attain</div> -<div class="verse">True freedom where for ages they have lain</div> -<div class="verse">Bound in a dark abominable pit,</div> -<div class="verse">With life’s best sinews more and more unknit. <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Here, there, a banded few who loathe the chain</div> -<div class="verse">May rise to break it: effort worse than vain</div> -<div class="verse">For thee, O great Italian nation, split</div> -<div class="verse">Into those jarring fractions.—Let thy scope</div> -<div class="verse">Be one fixed mind for all; thy rights approve <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">To thy own conscience gradually renewed;</div> -<div class="verse">Learn to make Time the father of wise Hope;</div> -<div class="verse">Then trust thy cause to the arm of Fortitude,</div> -<div class="verse">The light of Knowledge, and the warmth of Love.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h4>II<br /> -CONTINUED</h4> - -<p class="center">Composed 1837.—Published 1842</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hard task! exclaim the undisciplined, to lean</div> -<div class="verse">On Patience coupled with such slow endeavour,</div> -<div class="verse">That long-lived servitude must last for ever.</div> -<div class="verse">Perish the grovelling few, who, prest between</div> -<div class="verse">Wrongs and the terror of redress, would wean <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Millions from glorious aims. Our chains to sever</div> -<div class="verse">Let us break forth in tempest now or never!—</div> -<div class="verse">What, is there then no space for golden mean</div> -<div class="verse">And gradual progress?—Twilight leads to day,</div> -<div class="verse">And, even within the burning zones of earth, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">The hastiest sunrise yields a temperate ray;</div> -<div class="verse">The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth:</div> -<div class="verse">Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes,</div> -<div class="verse">She scans the future with the eye of gods.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span></p> - -<h4>III<br /> -CONCLUDED</h4> - -<p class="center">Composed 1837.—Published 1842</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As leaves are to the tree whereon they grow</div> -<div class="verse">And wither, every human generation</div> -<div class="verse">Is to the Being of a mighty nation,</div> -<div class="verse">Locked in our world’s embrace through weal and woe;</div> -<div class="verse">Thought that should teach the zealot to forego <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Rash schemes, to abjure all selfish agitation,</div> -<div class="verse">And seek through noiseless pains and moderation</div> -<div class="verse">The unblemished good they only can bestow.</div> -<div class="verse">Alas! with most, who weigh futurity</div> -<div class="verse">Against time present, passion holds the scales: <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Hence equal ignorance of both prevails,</div> -<div class="verse">And nations sink; or, struggling to be free,</div> -<div class="verse">Are doomed to flounder on, like wounded whales</div> -<div class="verse">Tossed on the bosom of a stormy sea.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_161" id="Footnote_161"></a><a href="#FNanchor_161"><span class="label">[161]</span></a> This date was omitted in the edition of 1842.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_162" id="Footnote_162"></a><a href="#FNanchor_162"><span class="label">[162]</span></a> The three sonnets, <i>At Bologna, in remembrance of the late Insurrections</i>, -1837, are printed as a sequel to the Italian Tour of that year.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>“WHAT IF OUR NUMBERS BARELY COULD -DEFY”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1837.—Published 1837</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Poems dedicated to National Independence and -Liberty.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What if our numbers barely could defy</div> -<div class="verse">The arithmetic of babes, must foreign hordes,</div> -<div class="verse">Slaves, vile as ever were befooled by words,</div> -<div class="verse">Striking through English breasts the anarchy</div> -<div class="verse">Of Terror, bear us to the ground, and tie <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Our hands behind our backs with felon cords?</div> -<div class="verse">Yields every thing to discipline of swords?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Is man as good as man, none low, none high?—</div> -<div class="verse">Nor discipline nor valour can withstand</div> -<div class="verse">The shock, nor quell<a name="FNanchor_163" id="FNanchor_163"></a><a href="#Footnote_163" class="fnanchor">[163]</a> the inevitable rout, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">When in some great extremity breaks out</div> -<div class="verse">A people, on their own beloved Land</div> -<div class="verse">Risen, like one man, to combat in the sight</div> -<div class="verse">Of a just God for liberty and right.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_163" id="Footnote_163"></a><a href="#FNanchor_163"><span class="label">[163]</span></a> 1837.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… nor stem …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">C.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<h3>A NIGHT THOUGHT</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1837.—Published 1837</p> - -<p>[These verses were thrown off extempore upon leaving Mrs. -Luff’s house at Fox Ghyll one evening. The good woman is -not disposed to look at the bright side of things, and there -happened to be present certain ladies who had reached the -point of life where <i>youth</i> is ended, and who seemed to contend -with each other in expressing their dislike of the country and -climate. One of them had been heard to say she could not -endure a country where there was “neither sunshine nor -cavaliers.”—I.F.]</p> - -<p>This poem was first published in <i>The Tribute, a Collection of -Miscellaneous unpublished Poems by various Authors, edited by -Lord Northampton</i>, in 1837, “for the benefit of the widow and -family of the Rev. Edward Smedley.” (The same volume -contained a poem by Southey on Brough Bells.) It next -found a place in “Poems chiefly of Early and Late Years” -(1842). A stanza given in <i>The Tribute</i>, No. 2 (see below), -was omitted afterwards.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lo! where the Moon along the sky</div> -<div class="verse">Sails with her happy destiny;<a name="FNanchor_164" id="FNanchor_164"></a><a href="#Footnote_164" class="fnanchor">[164]</a></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Oft is she hid from mortal eye</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Or dimly seen,</div> -<div class="verse">But when the clouds asunder fly <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse indent3">How bright her mien!<a name="FNanchor_165" id="FNanchor_165"></a><a href="#Footnote_165" class="fnanchor">[165]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Far different we—a froward race,<a name="FNanchor_166" id="FNanchor_166"></a><a href="#Footnote_166" class="fnanchor">[166]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Thousands though rich in Fortune’s grace</div> -<div class="verse">With cherished sullenness of pace</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Their way pursue, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Ingrates who wear a smileless face</div> -<div class="verse indent3">The whole year through.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If kindred humours e’er would make<a name="FNanchor_167" id="FNanchor_167"></a><a href="#Footnote_167" class="fnanchor">[167]</a></div> -<div class="verse">My spirit droop for drooping’s sake,</div> -<div class="verse">From Fancy following in thy wake, <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse indent3">Bright ship of heaven!</div> -<div class="verse">A counter impulse let me take</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And be forgiven.<a name="FNanchor_168" id="FNanchor_168"></a><a href="#Footnote_168" class="fnanchor">[168]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_164" id="Footnote_164"></a><a href="#FNanchor_164"><span class="label">[164]</span></a> 1842.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The moon that sails along the sky</div> -<div class="verse">Moves with a happy destiny,</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1837.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_165" id="Footnote_165"></a><a href="#FNanchor_165"><span class="label">[165]</span></a> 1837.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Not flagging when the winds all sleep,</div> -<div class="verse">Not hurried onward, when they sweep</div> -<div class="verse">The bosom of th’ ethereal deep,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Not turned aside,</div> -<div class="verse">She knows an even course to keep,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Whate’er betide.</div> -<div class="verse attribution">In the text of 1837 only.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_166" id="Footnote_166"></a><a href="#FNanchor_166"><span class="label">[166]</span></a> 1842.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Perverse are we—a froward race;</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1837.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_167" id="Footnote_167"></a><a href="#FNanchor_167"><span class="label">[167]</span></a> 1842.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If kindred humour e’er should make</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1837.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_168" id="Footnote_168"></a><a href="#FNanchor_168"><span class="label">[168]</span></a> Compare the poem <i>To the Daisy</i> (1802), beginning—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Bright Flower! whose home is everywhere.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>THE WIDOW ON WINDERMERE SIDE</h3> - -<p class="center">Published 1842</p> - -<p>[The facts recorded in this Poem were given me, and the -character of the person described, by my friend the Rev. R. P.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span> -Graves,<a name="FNanchor_169" id="FNanchor_169"></a><a href="#Footnote_169" class="fnanchor">[169]</a> who has long officiated as curate at Bowness, to the -great benefit of the parish and neighbourhood. The individual -was well known to him. She died before these verses were composed. -It is scarcely worth while to notice that the stanzas are -written in the sonnet form, which was adopted when I thought -the matter might be included in twenty-eight lines.—I.F.]</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Poems founded on the Affections.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">I</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">How beautiful when up a lofty height</div> -<div class="verse">Honour ascends among the humblest poor,</div> -<div class="verse">And feeling sinks as deep! See there the door</div> -<div class="verse">Of One, a Widow, left beneath a weight</div> -<div class="verse">Of blameless debt. On evil Fortune’s spite <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">She wasted no complaint, but strove to make</div> -<div class="verse">A just repayment, both for conscience-sake</div> -<div class="verse">And that herself and hers should stand upright</div> -<div class="verse">In the world’s eye. Her work when daylight failed</div> -<div class="verse">Paused not, and through the depth of night she kept <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Such earnest vigils, that belief prevailed</div> -<div class="verse">With some, the noble Creature never slept;</div> -<div class="verse">But, one by one, the hand of death assailed</div> -<div class="verse">Her children from her inmost heart bewept.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">II</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Mother mourned, nor ceased her tears to flow, <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">Till a winter’s noon-day placed her buried Son</div> -<div class="verse">Before her eyes, last child of many gone—</div> -<div class="verse">His raiment of angelic white, and lo!</div> -<div class="verse">His very feet bright as the dazzling snow</div> -<div class="verse">Which they are touching; yea far brighter, even <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">As that which comes, or seems to come, from heaven,</div> -<div class="verse">Surpasses aught these elements can show.</div> -<div class="verse">Much she rejoiced, trusting that from that hour</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Whate’er befel she could not grieve or pine;</div> -<div class="verse">But the Transfigured, in and out of season, <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Appeared, and spiritual presence gained a power</div> -<div class="verse">Over material forms that mastered reason.</div> -<div class="verse">Oh, gracious Heaven, in pity make her thine!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">III</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But why that prayer? as if to her could come</div> -<div class="verse">No good but by the way that leads to bliss <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">Through Death,—so judging we should judge amiss.</div> -<div class="verse">Since reason failed want is her threatened doom,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet frequent transports mitigate the gloom:</div> -<div class="verse">Nor of those maniacs is she one that kiss</div> -<div class="verse">The air or laugh upon a precipice; <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">No, passing through strange sufferings toward the tomb,</div> -<div class="verse">She smiles as if a martyr’s crown were won:</div> -<div class="verse">Oft, when light breaks through clouds or waving trees,</div> -<div class="verse">With outspread arms and fallen upon her knees</div> -<div class="verse">The Mother hails in her descending Son <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -<div class="verse">An Angel, and in earthly ecstasies</div> -<div class="verse">Her own angelic glory seems begun.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_169" id="Footnote_169"></a><a href="#FNanchor_169"><span class="label">[169]</span></a> The late Archdeacon of Dublin, author of <i>Life of Sir William Rowan -Hamilton</i>, etc. He gives the date of the composition of the poem as 1837.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ch1838">1838</h2> - -<p>In 1838 Wordsworth wrote ten sonnets. These were published -(along with the one suggested by Mrs. Southey) for the -first time in the volume of collected Sonnets, several being -inserted out of their intended place, while the book was passing -through the press.</p> - -<p>The <i>Protest against the Ballot</i>, which appeared in 1838, -was never republished.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<h3>TO THE PLANET VENUS<br /> -<span class="smcap">Upon its Approximation (as an Evening Star) -to the Earth, January 1838</span></h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1838.—Published 1838<a name="FNanchor_170" id="FNanchor_170"></a><a href="#Footnote_170" class="fnanchor">[170]</a></p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What strong allurement draws, what spirit guides,</div> -<div class="verse">Thee, Vesper! brightening still, as if the nearer</div> -<div class="verse">Thou com’st to man’s abode the spot grew dearer</div> -<div class="verse">Night after night? True is it Nature hides</div> -<div class="verse">Her treasures less and less.—Man now presides <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">In power, where once he trembled in his weakness;</div> -<div class="verse">Science<a name="FNanchor_171" id="FNanchor_171"></a><a href="#Footnote_171" class="fnanchor">[171]</a> advances with gigantic strides;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span> -<div class="verse">But are we aught enriched in love and meekness?<a name="FNanchor_172" id="FNanchor_172"></a><a href="#Footnote_172" class="fnanchor">[172]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Aught dost thou see, bright Star! of pure and wise</div> -<div class="verse">More than in humbler times graced human story; <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">That makes our hearts more apt to sympathise</div> -<div class="verse">With heaven, our souls more fit for future glory,</div> -<div class="verse">When earth shall vanish from our closing eyes,</div> -<div class="verse">Ere we lie down in our last dormitory?<a name="FNanchor_173" id="FNanchor_173"></a><a href="#Footnote_173" class="fnanchor">[173]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_170" id="Footnote_170"></a><a href="#FNanchor_170"><span class="label">[170]</span></a> It was afterwards printed in the <i>Saturday Magazine</i>, Oct. 24, 1840.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_171" id="Footnote_171"></a><a href="#FNanchor_171"><span class="label">[171]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Knowledge</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1838.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_172" id="Footnote_172"></a><a href="#FNanchor_172"><span class="label">[172]</span></a> Compare Tennyson’s <i>In Memoriam</i>, stanza cxx.—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let Science prove we are, and then</div> -<div class="verse">What matters Science unto men, etc.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_173" id="Footnote_173"></a><a href="#FNanchor_173"><span class="label">[173]</span></a> Compare the poem in vol. vii. p. 299, <i>To the Planet Venus, an Evening -Star</i>.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>“HARK! ’TIS THE THRUSH, UNDAUNTED, -UNDEPREST”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1838.—Published 1838</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hark! ’tis the Thrush, undaunted, undeprest,</div> -<div class="verse">By twilight premature of cloud and rain;</div> -<div class="verse">Nor does that roaring wind deaden his strain<a name="FNanchor_174" id="FNanchor_174"></a><a href="#Footnote_174" class="fnanchor">[174]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Who carols thinking of his Love and nest,</div> -<div class="verse">And seems, as more incited, still more blest. <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Thanks; thou hast snapped a fire-side Prisoner’s chain,</div> -<div class="verse">Exulting Warbler! eased a fretted brain,</div> -<div class="verse">And in a moment charmed my cares to rest.</div> -<div class="verse">Yes, I will forth, bold Bird! and front the blast,</div> -<div class="verse">That we may sing together, if thou wilt, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">So loud, so clear, my Partner through life’s day,</div> -<div class="verse">Mute in her nest love-chosen, if not love-built</div> -<div class="verse">Like thine, shall gladden, as in seasons past,</div> -<div class="verse">Thrilled by loose snatches of the social Lay.</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Rydal Mount</span>, 1838.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_174" id="Footnote_174"></a><a href="#FNanchor_174"><span class="label">[174]</span></a> 1838.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent7">… undaunted, unopprest,</div> -<div class="verse">Struggling with twilight premature and rain.</div> -<div class="verse">Loud roars the wind, but smothers not his strain</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span></p> - -<h3>“’TIS HE WHOSE YESTER-EVENING’S HIGH -DISDAIN”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1838.—Published 1838</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Tis He whose yester-evening’s high disdain</div> -<div class="verse">Beat back the roaring storm—but how subdued</div> -<div class="verse">His day-break note, a sad vicissitude!</div> -<div class="verse">Does the hour’s drowsy weight his glee restrain?</div> -<div class="verse">Or, like the nightingale, her joyous vein <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Pleased to renounce, does this dear Thrush attune</div> -<div class="verse">His voice to suit the temper of yon Moon</div> -<div class="verse">Doubly depressed, setting, and in her wane?</div> -<div class="verse">Rise, tardy Sun! and let the Songster prove</div> -<div class="verse">(The balance trembling between night and morn <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">No longer) with what ecstasy upborne</div> -<div class="verse">He can pour forth his spirit. In heaven above,</div> -<div class="verse">And earth below, they best can serve true gladness</div> -<div class="verse">Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>COMPOSED AT RYDAL ON MAY -MORNING, 1838<a name="FNanchor_175" id="FNanchor_175"></a><a href="#Footnote_175" class="fnanchor">[175]</a></h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1st May 1838.—Published 1838</p> - -<p>[This and the following sonnet were composed on what we -call the “Far Terrace” at Rydal Mount, where I have murmured -out many thousands of verses.—I.F.]</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span></p> - -<p>This sonnet was first published in the Volume of Collected -Sonnets in 1838. In 1842 it was classed among the “Miscellaneous -Sonnets”; but in 1845 it was transferred to the -“Memorials of a Tour in Italy, 1837.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If with old love of you, dear Hills! I share</div> -<div class="verse">New love of many a rival image brought</div> -<div class="verse">From far, forgive the wanderings of my thought:</div> -<div class="verse">Nor art thou wronged, sweet May! when I compare<a name="FNanchor_176" id="FNanchor_176"></a><a href="#Footnote_176" class="fnanchor">[176]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Thy present birth-morn with thy last,<a name="FNanchor_177" id="FNanchor_177"></a><a href="#Footnote_177" class="fnanchor">[177]</a><a name="FNanchor_178" id="FNanchor_178"></a><a href="#Footnote_178" class="fnanchor">[178]</a> so fair, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">So rich to me in favours. For my lot</div> -<div class="verse">Then was, within the famed Egerian Grot</div> -<div class="verse">To sit and muse, fanned by its dewy air</div> -<div class="verse">Mingling with thy soft breath! That morning too,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Warblers I heard their joy unbosoming <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Amid the sunny, shadowy, Coliseum;<a name="FNanchor_179" id="FNanchor_179"></a><a href="#Footnote_179" class="fnanchor">[179]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Heard them, unchecked by aught of saddening hue,<a name="FNanchor_180" id="FNanchor_180"></a><a href="#Footnote_180" class="fnanchor">[180]</a></div> -<div class="verse">For victories there won by flower-crowned Spring,<a name="FNanchor_181" id="FNanchor_181"></a><a href="#Footnote_181" class="fnanchor">[181]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Chant in full choir their innocent Te Deum.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_175" id="Footnote_175"></a><a href="#FNanchor_175"><span class="label">[175]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<p>The title in 1838 was “<span class="smcap">Composed on May-Morning</span>, -1838”; and “<span class="smcap">Rydal Mount</span>” was written at the foot of -the sonnet.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_176" id="Footnote_176"></a><a href="#FNanchor_176"><span class="label">[176]</span></a> 1838.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">May, if from these thy northern haunts I share</div> -<div class="verse">Fond looks of mind for images remote</div> -<div class="verse">Fetched out of milder climates, blame me not,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor that, upris’n thus early, I compare</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let those who will or can, dear May, forbear</div> -<div class="verse">To rise and hail thy coming, I could not.</div> -<div class="verse">The vivid images of scenes remote</div> -<div class="verse">Rushing on memory urge me to compare</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Dear native Hills, the love of you I share</div> -<div class="verse">With …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Dear fields and native mountains, if I share</div> -<div class="verse">My love of youth with love of objects brought</div> -<div class="verse">{From far, by faithful memory, blame me not. }</div> -<div class="verse">{Fetched from a milder climate, blame me not.}</div> -<div class="verse">{From a distant land by memory, blame me not.}</div> -<div class="verse">{Nor that, upris’n thus early, }</div> -<div class="verse">{Nor be displeased, sweet May, if} I compare</div> -<div class="verse">{May,}</div> -<div class="verse">{Thy } present …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_177" id="Footnote_177"></a><a href="#FNanchor_177"><span class="label">[177]</span></a> 1838.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… past,</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_178" id="Footnote_178"></a><a href="#FNanchor_178"><span class="label">[178]</span></a> On May morning, 1837, Wordsworth was in Rome with Henry Crabb -Robinson.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_179" id="Footnote_179"></a><a href="#FNanchor_179"><span class="label">[179]</span></a> The Flavian Amphitheatre, begun by Vespasian, <span class="smcap">A.D.</span> 72, and continued -by his son Titus, one of the noblest structures in Rome, now a ruin. -—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_180" id="Footnote_180"></a><a href="#FNanchor_180"><span class="label">[180]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… of sombre hue,</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1838.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… by thoughts of sombre hue,</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_181" id="Footnote_181"></a><a href="#FNanchor_181"><span class="label">[181]</span></a> 1838.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent16">… too,</div> -<div class="verse">How my heart swelled when in the mighty ring,</div> -<div class="verse">The mouldering, shadowy, sunny Collosseum,</div> -<div class="verse">I heard with some sad thoughts of local hue</div> -<div class="verse">Warblers there lodged, for victories won by spring</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent16">… too,</div> -<div class="verse">Here did I a deathless joy embosoming,</div> -<div class="verse">{Mid } the shadowy Collosseum,</div> -<div class="verse">{Within}</div> -<div class="verse">Hear not without sad thoughts of local hue</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent16">… too,</div> -<div class="verse">Heard I, a deathless joy embosoming,</div> -<div class="verse">Tho’ not without sad thoughts of local hue,</div> -<div class="verse">Amid the shadowy, sunny, Collosseum,</div> -<div class="verse">Warblers there lodged, for victories won by Spring</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span></p> - -<h3>COMPOSED ON A MAY MORNING, 1838<a name="FNanchor_182" id="FNanchor_182"></a><a href="#Footnote_182" class="fnanchor">[182]</a></h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1838.—Published 1838<a name="FNanchor_183" id="FNanchor_183"></a><a href="#Footnote_183" class="fnanchor">[183]</a></p> - -<p class="center">This was one of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Life with yon Lambs, like day, is just begun,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet Nature seems to them a heavenly guide.<a name="FNanchor_184" id="FNanchor_184"></a><a href="#Footnote_184" class="fnanchor">[184]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Does joy approach? they meet the coming tide;</div> -<div class="verse">And sullenness avoid, as now they shun<a name="FNanchor_185" id="FNanchor_185"></a><a href="#Footnote_185" class="fnanchor">[185]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Pale twilight’s lingering glooms,—and in the sun <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Couch near their dams, with quiet satisfied;<a name="FNanchor_186" id="FNanchor_186"></a><a href="#Footnote_186" class="fnanchor">[186]</a></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Or gambol—each with his shadow at his side,<a name="FNanchor_187" id="FNanchor_187"></a><a href="#Footnote_187" class="fnanchor">[187]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Varying its shape wherever he may run.</div> -<div class="verse">As they from turf yet hoar with sleepy dew</div> -<div class="verse">All turn, and court the shining and the green, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Where herbs look up, and opening flowers are seen;</div> -<div class="verse">Why to God’s goodness cannot We be true,</div> -<div class="verse">And so, His<a name="FNanchor_188" id="FNanchor_188"></a><a href="#Footnote_188" class="fnanchor">[188]</a> gifts and promises between,</div> -<div class="verse">Feed to the last on pleasures ever new?</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_182" id="Footnote_182"></a><a href="#FNanchor_182"><span class="label">[182]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<p>The title, in 1838, was “<span class="smcap">Composed on the Same Morning</span>”; -referring to the previous sonnet in that edition, -beginning—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If with old love of you, dear Hills! I share.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_183" id="Footnote_183"></a><a href="#FNanchor_183"><span class="label">[183]</span></a> There were so many tentative efforts in the construction of this sonnet, -and the one which follows it, that I feel justified in printing them from MS. -sources.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_184" id="Footnote_184"></a><a href="#FNanchor_184"><span class="label">[184]</span></a> 1838.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Life with yon mountain lambs is just begun,</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yon mountain Lambs whose life is just begun</div> -<div class="verse">Some guidance know to Man’s grave years denied.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Your lives, ye mountain lambs, tho’ just begun</div> -<div class="verse">A guidance know to our best years denied.</div> -<div class="verse attribution">MS. sent to Mr. Clarkson.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_185" id="Footnote_185"></a><a href="#FNanchor_185"><span class="label">[185]</span></a> 1838.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O that by Nature we were prompt the tide</div> -<div class="verse">Of joy to meet, as {they} are who {now } shun</div> -<div class="verse indent9">{ye } <span class="space5">{there}</span></div> -<div class="verse attribution">MS. sent to Mr. Clarkson.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_186" id="Footnote_186"></a><a href="#FNanchor_186"><span class="label">[186]</span></a> 1838.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The lingering glooms of twilight, in the sun</div> -<div class="verse">To couch, with sober quiet satisfied.</div> -<div class="verse attribution">MS. sent to Mr. Clarkson.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent14">… shun</div> -<div class="verse">Hollows unbrightened by the {rising} sun</div> -<div class="verse indent14">{morning}</div> -<div class="verse">On slopes to couch with quiet satisfied.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To couch on slopes where he his beams has tried,</div> -<div class="verse">Sporting and running wheresoe’er ye run.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_187" id="Footnote_187"></a><a href="#FNanchor_187"><span class="label">[187]</span></a> 1838.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Couch near their dams; or frisk in sportive pride</div> -<div class="verse">Each with his playful shadow at his side,</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_188" id="Footnote_188"></a><a href="#FNanchor_188"><span class="label">[188]</span></a> 1838.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As they from turf hoary with unsunned dew</div> -<div class="verse">Turn and do one and all prefer the green</div> -<div class="verse">To chilly nooks, knolls cheered with glistening sheen,</div> -<div class="verse">Why may not we a kindred course pursue</div> -<div class="verse">And so, God’s …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent14">… shun</div> -<div class="verse">Hollows {enlivened } by the rising sun</div> -<div class="verse indent4">{unbrightened}</div> -<div class="verse">On slopes to couch with quiet satisfied,</div> -<div class="verse">Or gambol each, his shadow at his side,</div> -<div class="verse">Running in sport wherever he may run.</div> -<div class="verse">As from dull turf hoary with unsunned dew</div> -<div class="verse">They turn, and one and all prefer the green</div> -<div class="verse">To chilly nooks, knolls {warmed} with glistening sheen,</div> -<div class="verse indent11">{cheered}</div> -<div class="verse">Why may not we a kindred course pursue</div> -<div class="verse">And so, Heaven’s …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent14">… shun</div> -<div class="verse">The lingering gloom of twilight in the sun,</div> -<div class="verse">To couch with sober quiet satisfied,</div> -<div class="verse">Or gambol each, his shadow at his side,</div> -<div class="verse">Varying its shape wherever he may run.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As they from turf with thick and sleepy dew</div> -<div class="verse">{{Yet} whitened o’er, turn and}</div> -<div class="verse">{{All} } prefer the green</div> -<div class="verse">{Turn, and do one and all }</div> -<div class="verse">To chilly nooks, {slopes} warm with glistening sheen,</div> -<div class="verse indent8">{knolls}</div> -<div class="verse">Why may not we thro’ life such course pursue</div> -<div class="verse">And so, God’s …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As they from turf with thick and sleepy dew</div> -<div class="verse">Yet whitened o’er, turn and prefer the green;</div> -<div class="verse">To chilly nooks, slopes warm with glistering sheen,</div> -<div class="verse">Why may not we such course through life pursue,</div> -<div class="verse">And so, God’s gifts and promises between,</div> -<div class="verse">Feed …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p> - -<h3>A PLEA FOR AUTHORS, MAY 1838</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Failing impartial measure to dispense</div> -<div class="verse">To every suitor, Equity is lame;</div> -<div class="verse">And social Justice, stript of reverence</div> -<div class="verse">For natural rights, a mockery and a shame;</div> -<div class="verse">Law but a servile dupe of false pretence, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">If, guarding grossest things from common claim</div> -<div class="verse">Now and for ever, She, to works that came<a name="FNanchor_189" id="FNanchor_189"></a><a href="#Footnote_189" class="fnanchor">[189]</a></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span> -<div class="verse">From mind and spirit, grudge a short-lived fence.</div> -<div class="verse">“What! lengthened privilege, a lineal tie,</div> -<div class="verse">For <i>Books</i>!” Yes, heartless Ones, or be it proved <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">That ’tis a fault in Us to have lived and loved</div> -<div class="verse">Like others, with like temporal hopes to die;</div> -<div class="verse">No public harm that Genius from her course</div> -<div class="verse">Be turned; and streams of truth dried up, even at their source!<a name="FNanchor_190" id="FNanchor_190"></a><a href="#Footnote_190" class="fnanchor">[190]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_189" id="Footnote_189"></a><a href="#FNanchor_189"><span class="label">[189]</span></a> 1838.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">{If} failing one strict measure to dispense</div> -<div class="verse">{When}</div> -<div class="verse">To all her suitors Equity is lame,</div> -<div class="verse">And social justice by fit reverence</div> -<div class="verse">Of natural right unswayed is but a name,</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">{Law but} the servile dupe of false pretence,</div> -<div class="verse">{And Law}</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">{When} guarding grossest things from common claim</div> -<div class="verse">{If}</div> -<div class="verse">Now, and for ever, She for work that came</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent16">… lame,</div> -<div class="verse">Justice unswayed, unmoved by reverence</div> -<div class="verse">For natural right {what is she but a name?}</div> -<div class="verse indent9">{is but an empty name, }</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_190" id="Footnote_190"></a><a href="#FNanchor_190"><span class="label">[190]</span></a> 1838.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent12">… from its course</div> -<div class="verse">Be turned, and streams of truth dried at their source.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">From mind and spirit grudge a short-lived fence.</div> -<div class="verse">But no—{our} sages join in banded force</div> -<div class="verse indent4">{the}</div> -<div class="verse">{That} books by right or wrong {may} glad the isle</div> -<div class="verse">{With} <span class="space12">{to}</span></div> -<div class="verse">Say, {would} this serve the {future should our} course</div> -<div class="verse indent3">{can } <span class="space7">{people if the }</span></div> -<div class="verse">{Of pure domestic hopes be checked the while}</div> -<div class="verse">{Of prejudice be less opposed the while }</div> -<div class="verse">{Should} toil-worn Genius want a cheering smile</div> -<div class="verse">{If }</div> -<div class="verse">And streams of truth be dried up at their source?</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Out of the mind grudges a short-lived fence.</div> -<div class="verse">{But no—the Sages join in banded force }</div> -<div class="verse">{And how preposterous Sages is your course}</div> -<div class="verse">Who cry give books free passage thro’ the isle.</div> -<div class="verse">{Say can this serve the people of our isle, }</div> -<div class="verse">{By right or wrong, for better or for worse,}</div> -<div class="verse">Friends to the people, what care ye the while</div> -<div class="verse">Tho’ toil-worn genius want a cheering smile</div> -<div class="verse">And far-fetched truth be dried up at her source?</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span></p> - -<h3>“BLEST STATESMAN HE, WHOSE MIND’S -UNSELFISH WILL”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1838.—Published 1838</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Sonnets dedicated to Liberty and Order.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Blest Statesman He, whose Mind’s unselfish will</div> -<div class="verse">Leaves him<a name="FNanchor_191" id="FNanchor_191"></a><a href="#Footnote_191" class="fnanchor">[191]</a> at ease among grand thoughts: whose eye</div> -<div class="verse">Sees that, apart from magnanimity,</div> -<div class="verse">Wisdom exists not; nor the humbler skill</div> -<div class="verse">Of Prudence, disentangling good and ill <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">With patient care. What tho’<a name="FNanchor_192" id="FNanchor_192"></a><a href="#Footnote_192" class="fnanchor">[192]</a> assaults run high,</div> -<div class="verse">They daunt not him who holds his ministry,</div> -<div class="verse">Resolute, at all hazards, to fulfil</div> -<div class="verse">Its<a name="FNanchor_193" id="FNanchor_193"></a><a href="#Footnote_193" class="fnanchor">[193]</a> duties;—prompt to move, but firm to wait,—</div> -<div class="verse">Knowing, things rashly sought are rarely found; <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">That, for<a name="FNanchor_194" id="FNanchor_194"></a><a href="#Footnote_194" class="fnanchor">[194]</a> the functions of an ancient State—</div> -<div class="verse">Strong by her charters, free because imbound,</div> -<div class="verse">Servant of Providence, not slave of Fate—</div> -<div class="verse">Perilous is sweeping change, all chance unsound.<a name="FNanchor_195" id="FNanchor_195"></a><a href="#Footnote_195" class="fnanchor">[195]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_191" id="Footnote_191"></a><a href="#FNanchor_191"><span class="label">[191]</span></a> 1842.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… her</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcapuc">C.</span> and 1838.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_192" id="Footnote_192"></a><a href="#FNanchor_192"><span class="label">[192]</span></a> 1838.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… if</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">C.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_193" id="Footnote_193"></a><a href="#FNanchor_193"><span class="label">[193]</span></a> 1838.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">C.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_194" id="Footnote_194"></a><a href="#FNanchor_194"><span class="label">[194]</span></a> 1838.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… in</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">C.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_195" id="Footnote_195"></a><a href="#FNanchor_195"><span class="label">[195]</span></a></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">All change is perilous, and all chance unsound.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcap">Spenser.</span>—W.W. 1838.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The passage will be found in <i>The Faërie Queene</i>, book v. canto xii. -stanza 36.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span></p> - -<h3>VALEDICTORY SONNET<a name="FNanchor_196" id="FNanchor_196"></a><a href="#Footnote_196" class="fnanchor">[196]</a></h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1838.—Published 1838</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Serving no haughty Muse, my hands have here</div> -<div class="verse">Disposed some cultured Flowerets (drawn from spots</div> -<div class="verse">Where they bloomed singly, or in scattered knots),</div> -<div class="verse">Each kind in several beds of one parterre;</div> -<div class="verse">Both to allure the casual Loiterer, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">And that, so placed, my Nurslings may requite</div> -<div class="verse">Studious regard with opportune delight,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor be unthanked, unless I fondly err.</div> -<div class="verse">But metaphor dismissed, and thanks apart,</div> -<div class="verse">Reader, farewell! My last words let them be— <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">If in this book Fancy and Truth agree;</div> -<div class="verse">If simple Nature trained by careful Art</div> -<div class="verse">Through It have won a passage to thy heart;</div> -<div class="verse">Grant me thy love, I crave no other fee!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_196" id="Footnote_196"></a><a href="#FNanchor_196"><span class="label">[196]</span></a> This closed the volume of sonnets published in 1838.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ch1839">1839</h2> - -<p>The fourteen “Sonnets upon the Punishment of Death” -were originally published in the <i>Quarterly Review</i> (in December -1841), in an article on the “Sonnets of William Wordsworth” -by the late Sir Henry Taylor, author of <i>Philip van Artevelde</i>, -and other poems. Towards the close of this article (of 1841), -after reviewing the volume of Sonnets published in 1838, Sir -Henry adds, “There is a short series <i>written two years ago</i>, -which we have been favoured with permission to present to the -public for the first time. It was suggested by the recent discussions -in Parliament, and elsewhere, on the subject of the -‘Punishment of Death.’”</p> - -<p>When republishing this and other critical Essays on Poetry, -in the collected edition of his works in 1878, Sir Henry omitted -the paragraphs relating to these particular sonnets. Wordsworth -published the sonnets in his volume of “Poems chiefly -of Early and Late Years,” in 1842.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<h3>SONNETS UPON THE PUNISHMENT OF -DEATH<br /> -IN SERIES</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1839.—Published 1841</p> - -<p>“In the session of 1836, a report by the Commissioners on -Criminal Law—of which the second part was on this subject (the Punishment -of Death)—was laid before Parliament. In the ensuing session this -was followed by papers presented to Parliament by her Majesty’s command, -and consisting of a correspondence between the Commissioners, Lord John -Russell, and Lord Denman. Upon the foundation afforded by these documents, -the bills of the 17th July 1837—(7th Gul. IV. and 1st Vict. cap. 84 -to 89 and 91)—were brought in and passed. These acts removed the punishment -of death from about 200 offences, and left it applicable to high -treason,—murder and attempts at murder—rape—arson with danger to life—and -to piracies, burglaries, and robberies, when aggravated by cruelty and -violence.” (Sir Henry Taylor, <i>Quarterly Review</i>, Dec. 1841, p. 39.) Some -members of the House of Commons—Mr. Fitzroy Kelly, Mr. Ewart, and -others—desired a further limitation of the punishment of death to the crimes -of murder and treason only: and the question of the entire abolition of -capital punishment being virtually before the country, Wordsworth dealt -with it in the following series of sonnets.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<h4>I<br /> -SUGGESTED BY THE VIEW OF LANCASTER -CASTLE (ON THE ROAD FROM THE SOUTH)</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">This Spot—at once unfolding sight so fair</div> -<div class="verse">Of sea and land, with yon grey towers that still</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Rise up as if to lord it over air—</div> -<div class="verse">Might soothe in human breasts the sense of ill,</div> -<div class="verse">Or charm it out of memory; yea, might fill <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">The heart with joy and gratitude to God</div> -<div class="verse">For all his bounties upon man bestowed:</div> -<div class="verse">Why bears it then the name of “Weeping Hill”?<a name="FNanchor_197" id="FNanchor_197"></a><a href="#Footnote_197" class="fnanchor">[197]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Thousands, as toward yon old Lancastrian Towers,</div> -<div class="verse">A prison’s crown, along this way they past <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">For lingering durance or quick death with shame,</div> -<div class="verse">From this bare eminence thereon have cast</div> -<div class="verse">Their first look—blinded as tears fell in showers</div> -<div class="verse">Shed on their chains; and hence that doleful name.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_197" id="Footnote_197"></a><a href="#FNanchor_197"><span class="label">[197]</span></a> The name given to the spot from which criminals on their way to the -Castle of Lancaster first see it.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h4>II<a name="FNanchor_198" id="FNanchor_198"></a><a href="#Footnote_198" class="fnanchor">[198]</a><br /> -“TENDERLY DO WE FEEL BY NATURE’S LAW”</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Tenderly do we feel by Nature’s law</div> -<div class="verse">For worst offenders: though the heart will heave</div> -<div class="verse">With indignation, deeply moved we grieve,</div> -<div class="verse">In after thought, for Him who stood in awe</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Neither of God nor man, and only saw, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Lost wretch, a horrible device enthroned</div> -<div class="verse">On proud temptations, till the victim groaned</div> -<div class="verse">Under the steel his hand had dared to draw.</div> -<div class="verse">But O, restrain compassion, if its course,</div> -<div class="verse">As oft befalls, prevent or turn aside <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Judgments and aims and acts whose higher source</div> -<div class="verse">Is sympathy with the unforewarned, who died<a name="FNanchor_199" id="FNanchor_199"></a><a href="#Footnote_199" class="fnanchor">[199]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Blameless—with them that shuddered o’er his grave,</div> -<div class="verse">And all who from the law firm safety crave.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_198" id="Footnote_198"></a><a href="#FNanchor_198"><span class="label">[198]</span></a> “The first sonnet prepares the reader to sympathise with the sufferings -of the culprits. The next cautions him as to the limits within which his -sympathies are to be restrained.” (Sir Henry Taylor.)—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_199" id="Footnote_199"></a><a href="#FNanchor_199"><span class="label">[199]</span></a> 1842.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… that died</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1841.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<h4>III<a name="FNanchor_200" id="FNanchor_200"></a><a href="#Footnote_200" class="fnanchor">[200]</a><br /> -“THE ROMAN CONSUL DOOMED HIS SONS -TO DIE”</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Roman Consul doomed his sons to die</div> -<div class="verse">Who had betrayed their country.<a name="FNanchor_201" id="FNanchor_201"></a><a href="#Footnote_201" class="fnanchor">[201]</a> The stern word</div> -<div class="verse">Afforded (may it through all time afford)</div> -<div class="verse">A theme for praise and admiration high.</div> -<div class="verse">Upon the surface of humanity <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">He rested not; its depths his mind explored;</div> -<div class="verse">He felt; but his parental bosom’s lord</div> -<div class="verse">Was Duty,—Duty calmed his agony.</div> -<div class="verse">And some, we know, when they by wilful act</div> -<div class="verse">A single human life have wrongly taken, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Pass sentence on themselves, confess the fact,</div> -<div class="verse">And, to atone for it, with soul unshaken</div> -<div class="verse">Kneel at the feet of Justice, and, for faith</div> -<div class="verse">Broken with all mankind, solicit death.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_200" id="Footnote_200"></a><a href="#FNanchor_200"><span class="label">[200]</span></a> “In the third and fourth sonnets the reader is prepared to regard as -low and effeminate the views which would estimate life and death as the -most important of all sublunary conditions.” (Sir Henry Taylor.)—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_201" id="Footnote_201"></a><a href="#FNanchor_201"><span class="label">[201]</span></a> Lucius Junius Brutus, who condemned his sons to die for the part they -took in the conspiracy to restore the Tarquins. (See Livy, book ii.)—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span></p> - -<h4>IV<br /> -“IS <i>DEATH</i>, WHEN EVIL AGAINST GOOD -HAS FOUGHT”</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Is <i>Death</i>, when evil against good has fought</div> -<div class="verse">With such fell mastery that a man may dare</div> -<div class="verse">By deeds the blackest purpose to lay bare?</div> -<div class="verse">Is Death, for one to that condition brought,</div> -<div class="verse">For him, or any one, the thing that ought <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">To be <i>most</i> dreaded? Lawgivers, beware,</div> -<div class="verse">Lest, capital pains remitting till ye spare</div> -<div class="verse">The murderer, ye, by sanction to that thought</div> -<div class="verse">Seemingly given, debase the general mind;</div> -<div class="verse">Tempt the vague will tried standards to disown, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Nor only palpable restraints unbind,</div> -<div class="verse">But upon Honour’s head disturb the crown,</div> -<div class="verse">Whose absolute rule permits not to withstand</div> -<div class="verse">In the weak love of life his least command.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h4>V<br /> -“NOT TO THE OBJECT SPECIALLY -DESIGNED”</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Not to the object specially designed,</div> -<div class="verse">Howe’er momentous in itself it be,</div> -<div class="verse">Good to promote or curb depravity,</div> -<div class="verse">Is the wise Legislator’s view confined.</div> -<div class="verse">His Spirit, when most severe, is oft most kind; <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">As all Authority in earth depends</div> -<div class="verse">On Love and Fear, their several powers he blends,</div> -<div class="verse">Copying with awe the one Paternal mind.</div> -<div class="verse">Uncaught by processes in show humane,</div> -<div class="verse">He feels how far the act would derogate <span class="linenum">10</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span> -<div class="verse">From even the humblest functions of the State;</div> -<div class="verse">If she, self-shorn of Majesty, ordain</div> -<div class="verse">That never more shall hang upon her breath</div> -<div class="verse">The last alternative of Life or Death.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h4>VI<a name="FNanchor_202" id="FNanchor_202"></a><a href="#Footnote_202" class="fnanchor">[202]</a><br /> -“YE BROOD OF CONSCIENCE—SPECTRES! -THAT FREQUENT”</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ye brood of conscience—Spectres! that frequent</div> -<div class="verse">The bad man’s restless walk, and haunt his bed—</div> -<div class="verse">Fiends in your aspect, yet beneficent</div> -<div class="verse">In act, as hovering Angels when they spread</div> -<div class="verse">Their wings to guard the unconscious Innocent— <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Slow be the Statutes of the land to share</div> -<div class="verse">A laxity that could not but impair</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Your</i> power to punish crime, and so prevent.</div> -<div class="verse">And ye, Beliefs! coiled serpent-like about</div> -<div class="verse">The adage on all tongues, “Murder will out,”<a name="FNanchor_203" id="FNanchor_203"></a><a href="#Footnote_203" class="fnanchor">[203]</a> <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">How shall your ancient warnings work for good</div> -<div class="verse">In the full might they hitherto have shown,</div> -<div class="verse">If for deliberate shedder of man’s blood</div> -<div class="verse">Survive not Judgment that requires his own?</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_202" id="Footnote_202"></a><a href="#FNanchor_202"><span class="label">[202]</span></a> “The sixth sonnet adverts to the effect of the law in preventing the -crime of murder, not merely by fear, but by horror, by investing the -crime itself with the colouring of dark and terrible imaginations.” (Sir -Henry Taylor.)—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_203" id="Footnote_203"></a><a href="#FNanchor_203"><span class="label">[203]</span></a> See Chaucer, <i>The Nonnes Priestes Tale</i>, l. 232.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h4>VII<br /> -“BEFORE THE WORLD HAD PAST HER -TIME OF YOUTH”</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Before the world had past her time of youth</div> -<div class="verse">While polity and discipline were weak,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span> -<div class="verse">The precept eye for eye, and tooth for tooth,</div> -<div class="verse">Came forth—a light, though but as of day-break,</div> -<div class="verse">Strong as could then be borne. A Master meek <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Proscribed the spirit fostered by that rule,</div> -<div class="verse">Patience <i>his</i> law, long-suffering <i>his</i> school,</div> -<div class="verse">And love the end, which all through peace must seek.</div> -<div class="verse">But lamentably do they err who strain</div> -<div class="verse">His mandates, given rash impulse to controul <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">And keep vindictive thirstings from the soul,</div> -<div class="verse">So far that, if consistent in their scheme,</div> -<div class="verse">They must forbid the State to inflict a pain,</div> -<div class="verse">Making of social order a mere dream.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h4>VIII<a name="FNanchor_204" id="FNanchor_204"></a><a href="#Footnote_204" class="fnanchor">[204]</a><br /> -“FIT RETRIBUTION, BY THE MORAL CODE”</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fit retribution, by the moral code</div> -<div class="verse">Determined, lies beyond the State’s embrace,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet, as she may, for each peculiar case</div> -<div class="verse">She plants well-measured terrors in the road</div> -<div class="verse">Of wrongful acts. Downward it is and broad, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">And, the main fear once doomed to banishment,</div> -<div class="verse">Far oftener then, bad ushering worse event,</div> -<div class="verse">Blood would be spilt that in his dark abode</div> -<div class="verse">Crime might lie better hid. And, should the change</div> -<div class="verse">Take from the horror due to a foul deed, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Pursuit and evidence so far must fail,</div> -<div class="verse">And, guilt escaping, passion then might plead</div> -<div class="verse">In angry spirits for her old free range,</div> -<div class="verse">And the “wild justice of revenge”<a name="FNanchor_205" id="FNanchor_205"></a><a href="#Footnote_205" class="fnanchor">[205]</a> prevail.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_204" id="Footnote_204"></a><a href="#FNanchor_204"><span class="label">[204]</span></a> “In the eighth sonnet the doctrine, which would strive to measure out -the punishments awarded by the law in proportion to the degrees of moral -turpitude, is disavowed.” (Sir Henry Taylor.)—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_205" id="Footnote_205"></a><a href="#FNanchor_205"><span class="label">[205]</span></a> See Bacon’s Essay <i>Of Revenge</i>, beginning, “Revenge is a sort of wild -justice.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span></p> - -<h4>IX<br /> -“THOUGH TO GIVE TIMELY WARNING -AND DETER”</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Though to give timely warning and deter</div> -<div class="verse">Is one great aim of penalty, extend</div> -<div class="verse">Thy mental vision further and ascend</div> -<div class="verse">Far higher, else full surely shalt thou err.<a name="FNanchor_206" id="FNanchor_206"></a><a href="#Footnote_206" class="fnanchor">[206]</a></div> -<div class="verse">What is a State? The wise behold in her <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">A creature born of time, that keeps one eye</div> -<div class="verse">Fixed on the statutes of Eternity,</div> -<div class="verse">To which her judgments reverently defer.</div> -<div class="verse">Speaking through Law’s dispassionate voice the State</div> -<div class="verse">Endues her conscience with external life <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">And being, to preclude or quell the strife</div> -<div class="verse">Of individual will, to elevate</div> -<div class="verse">The grovelling mind, the erring to recal,</div> -<div class="verse">And fortify the moral sense of all.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_206" id="Footnote_206"></a><a href="#FNanchor_206"><span class="label">[206]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… thou shalt err.</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<h4>X<br /> -“OUR BODILY LIFE, SOME PLEAD, THAT -LIFE THE SHRINE”</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our bodily life, some plead, that life the shrine</div> -<div class="verse">Of an immortal spirit, is a gift</div> -<div class="verse">So sacred, so informed with light divine,</div> -<div class="verse">That no tribunal, though most wise to sift</div> -<div class="verse">Deed and intent, should turn the Being adrift <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Into that world where penitential tear</div> -<div class="verse">May not avail, nor prayer have for God’s ear</div> -<div class="verse">A voice—that world whose veil no hand can lift</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> -<div class="verse">For earthly sight. “Eternity and Time”</div> -<div class="verse"><i>They</i> urge, “have interwoven claims and rights <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Not to be jeopardised through foulest crime:</div> -<div class="verse">The sentence rule by mercy’s heaven-born lights.”</div> -<div class="verse">Even so; but measuring not by finite sense</div> -<div class="verse">Infinite Power, perfect Intelligence.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h4>XI<a name="FNanchor_207" id="FNanchor_207"></a><a href="#Footnote_207" class="fnanchor">[207]</a><br /> -“AH, THINK HOW ONE COMPELLED FOR -LIFE TO ABIDE”</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ah, think how one compelled for life to abide</div> -<div class="verse">Locked in a dungeon needs must eat the heart</div> -<div class="verse">Out of his own humanity, and part</div> -<div class="verse">With every hope that mutual cares provide;</div> -<div class="verse">And, should a less unnatural doom confide <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">In life-long exile on a savage coast,</div> -<div class="verse">Soon the relapsing penitent may boast</div> -<div class="verse">Of yet more heinous guilt, with fiercer pride.</div> -<div class="verse">Hence thoughtful Mercy, Mercy sage and pure,</div> -<div class="verse">Sanctions the forfeiture that Law demands, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Leaving the final issue in <i>His</i> hands</div> -<div class="verse">Whose goodness knows no change, whose love is sure,</div> -<div class="verse">Who sees, foresees; who cannot judge amiss,</div> -<div class="verse">And wafts at will the contrite soul to bliss.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_207" id="Footnote_207"></a><a href="#FNanchor_207"><span class="label">[207]</span></a> “In the eleventh and twelfth sonnets the alternatives of secondary -punishment,—solitary imprisonment, and transportation,—are adverted to.” -(Sir Henry Taylor.)—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h4>XII<br /> -“SEE THE CONDEMNED ALONE WITHIN -HIS CELL”</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">See the Condemned alone within his cell</div> -<div class="verse">And prostrate at some moment when remorse</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Stings to the quick, and, with resistless force,</div> -<div class="verse">Assaults the pride she strove in vain to quell.</div> -<div class="verse">Then mark him, him who could so long rebel, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">The crime confessed, a kneeling Penitent</div> -<div class="verse">Before the Altar, where the Sacrament</div> -<div class="verse">Softens his heart, till from his eyes outwell</div> -<div class="verse">Tears of salvation. Welcome death! while Heaven</div> -<div class="verse">Does in this change exceedingly rejoice; <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">While yet the solemn heed the State hath given</div> -<div class="verse">Helps him to meet the last Tribunal’s voice</div> -<div class="verse">In faith, which fresh offences, were he cast</div> -<div class="verse">On old temptations, might for ever blast.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h4>XIII<a name="FNanchor_208" id="FNanchor_208"></a><a href="#Footnote_208" class="fnanchor">[208]</a><br /> -CONCLUSION</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yes, though He well may tremble at the sound</div> -<div class="verse">Of his own voice, who from the judgment-seat</div> -<div class="verse">Sends the pale Convict to his last retreat</div> -<div class="verse">In death; though Listeners shudder all around,</div> -<div class="verse">They know the dread requital’s source profound; <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Nor is, they feel, its wisdom obsolete—</div> -<div class="verse">(Would that it were!) the sacrifice unmeet</div> -<div class="verse">For Christian Faith. But hopeful signs abound;</div> -<div class="verse">The social rights of man breathe purer air;</div> -<div class="verse">Religion deepens her preventive care; <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Then, moved by needless fear of past abuse,</div> -<div class="verse">Strike not from Law’s firm hand that awful rod,</div> -<div class="verse">But leave it thence to drop for lack of use:</div> -<div class="verse">Oh, speed the blessed hour, Almighty God!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_208" id="Footnote_208"></a><a href="#FNanchor_208"><span class="label">[208]</span></a> “In the thirteenth sonnet he anticipates that a time may come when -the punishment of death will be needed no longer; but he wishes that the -disuse of it should grow out of the absence of the need, not be imposed by -legislation.” (Sir Henry Taylor.)—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span></p> - -<h4>XIV<br /> -APOLOGY</h4> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The formal World relaxes her cold chain</div> -<div class="verse">For One who speaks in numbers; ampler scope</div> -<div class="verse">His utterance finds; and, conscious of the gain,</div> -<div class="verse">Imagination works with bolder hope</div> -<div class="verse">The cause of grateful reason to sustain; <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">And, serving Truth, the heart more strongly beats</div> -<div class="verse">Against all barriers which his labour meets</div> -<div class="verse">In lofty place, or humble Life’s domain.</div> -<div class="verse">Enough;—before us lay a painful road,</div> -<div class="verse">And guidance have I sought in duteous love <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">From Wisdom’s heavenly Father. Hence hath flowed</div> -<div class="verse">Patience, with trust that, whatsoe’er the way</div> -<div class="verse">Each takes in this high matter, all may move</div> -<div class="verse">Cheered with the prospect of a brighter day.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse attribution">1840.<a name="FNanchor_209" id="FNanchor_209"></a><a href="#Footnote_209" class="fnanchor">[209]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_209" id="Footnote_209"></a><a href="#FNanchor_209"><span class="label">[209]</span></a> In the editions of 1842, 1845, and 1850 the date “1840” follows this -poem. It may have been written in that year.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>“MEN OF THE WESTERN WORLD! IN FATE’S -DARK BOOK”</h3> - -<p class="center">Published 1842</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Sonnets dedicated to Liberty and Order.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Men of the Western World! in Fate’s dark book</div> -<div class="verse">Whence these opprobrious leaves of dire portent?</div> -<div class="verse">Think ye your British Ancestors forsook</div> -<div class="verse">Their native Land, for outrage provident;</div> -<div class="verse">From unsubmissive necks the bridle shook <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">To give, in their Descendants, freer vent</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span> -<div class="verse">And wider range to passions turbulent,</div> -<div class="verse">To mutual tyranny a deadlier look?</div> -<div class="verse">Nay, said a voice, soft as the south wind’s breath,</div> -<div class="verse">Dive through the stormy surface of the flood <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">To the great current flowing underneath;</div> -<div class="verse">Explore the countless springs of silent good;</div> -<div class="verse">So shall the truth be better understood,</div> -<div class="verse">And thy grieved Spirit brighten strong in faith.<a name="FNanchor_210" id="FNanchor_210"></a><a href="#Footnote_210" class="fnanchor">[210]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_210" id="Footnote_210"></a><a href="#FNanchor_210"><span class="label">[210]</span></a> These lines were written several years ago, when reports prevailed of -cruelties committed in many parts of America, by men making a law of their -own passions. A far more formidable, as being a more deliberate mischief, -has appeared among those States, which have lately broken faith with the -public creditor in a manner so infamous. I cannot, however, but look at -both evils under a similar relation to inherent good, and hope that the time -is not distant when our brethren of the West will wipe off this stain from -their name and nation.</p> - -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Additional Note.</span></p> - -<p>I am happy to add that this anticipation is already partly realised; and -that the reproach addressed to the Pennsylvanians is no longer applicable -to them. I trust that those other states to which it may yet apply will soon -follow the example now set them by Philadelphia, and redeem their credit -with the world.—W.W. 1850.</p> - -<p>“This editorial note is on a fly-leaf at the end of the fifth volume of the -edition, which was completed only a short time before the Poet’s death. -It contains probably the last sentences composed by him for the press. It -was promptly added by him in consequence of a suggestion from me, that -the sonnet addressed “<i>To Pennsylvanians</i>” was no longer just—a fact which -is mentioned to shew that the fine sense of truth and justice which distinguish -his writings was active to the last.” (Note to Professor Reed’s American -Edition of 1851.)—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ch1840">1840</h2> - -<p>Only four poems, viz. <i>Poor Robin</i>, two sonnets referring to -Miss Gillies, and one on Haydon’s portrait of the Duke of -Wellington, belong to 1840.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<h3>TO A PAINTER</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1840.—Published 1842</p> - -<p>[The picture which gave occasion to this and the following -sonnet was from the pencil of Miss M. Gillies, who resided for -several weeks under our roof at Rydal Mount.—I.F.]</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">All praise the Likeness by thy skill portrayed;<a name="FNanchor_211" id="FNanchor_211"></a><a href="#Footnote_211" class="fnanchor">[211]</a></div> -<div class="verse">But ’tis a fruitless task to paint for me,</div> -<div class="verse">Who, yielding not to changes Time has made,</div> -<div class="verse">By the habitual light of memory see</div> -<div class="verse">Eyes unbedimmed, see bloom that cannot fade, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">And smiles that from their birth-place ne’er shall flee</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Into the land where ghosts and phantoms be;</div> -<div class="verse">And, seeing this, own nothing in its stead.</div> -<div class="verse">Couldst thou go back into far-distant years,</div> -<div class="verse">Or share with me, fond thought! that inward eye,<a name="FNanchor_212" id="FNanchor_212"></a><a href="#Footnote_212" class="fnanchor">[212]</a> <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Then, and then only, Painter! could thy Art</div> -<div class="verse">The visual powers of Nature satisfy,</div> -<div class="verse">Which hold, whate’er to common sight appears,</div> -<div class="verse">Their sovereign empire in a faithful heart.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_211" id="Footnote_211"></a><a href="#FNanchor_211"><span class="label">[211]</span></a> Miss Gillies told me that she visited Rydal Mount in 1841, at the invitation -of the Wordsworths, to make a miniature portrait of the poet on ivory, -which had been commissioned by Mr. Moon, the publisher, for the purpose -of engraving. An engraving of this portrait was published on the 6th of -August 1841. The original is now in America. I think she must have been -wrong in her memory of the year, which was 1840. Miss Gillies also told -me that the Wordsworths were so pleased with what she had done for Mr. -Moon that they wished a replica for themselves, with Mrs. Wordsworth -added. She painted this; and a copy of it, subsequently taken for Miss -Quillinan, was long in her possession at Loughrigg Holme. It now belongs -to Mr. Gordon Wordsworth. It is to the portrait of Mrs. Wordsworth that -this sonnet and the next refer.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_212" id="Footnote_212"></a><a href="#FNanchor_212"><span class="label">[212]</span></a> Compare the lines in vol. iii. p. 5—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They flash upon that inward eye</div> -<div class="verse">Which is the bliss of solitude.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The fact that these two lines had been added by Mrs. Wordsworth (see -note to the poem, p. 7) was doubtless remembered by the poet, when he -wrote this sonnet suggested by her portrait.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>ON THE SAME SUBJECT</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1840.—Published 1842</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Though I beheld at first with blank surprise</div> -<div class="verse">This Work, I now have gazed on it so long</div> -<div class="verse">I see its truth with unreluctant eyes;</div> -<div class="verse">O, my Belovèd! I have done thee wrong,</div> -<div class="verse">Conscious of blessedness, but, whence it sprung, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Ever too heedless, as I now perceive:</div> -<div class="verse">Morn into noon did pass, noon into eve,</div> -<div class="verse">And the old day was welcome as the young,</div> -<div class="verse">As welcome, and as beautiful—in sooth</div> -<div class="verse">More beautiful, as being a thing more holy: <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Thanks to thy virtues, to the eternal youth</div> -<div class="verse">Of all thy goodness, never melancholy;</div> -<div class="verse">To thy large heart and humble mind, that cast</div> -<div class="verse">Into one vision, future, present, past.<a name="FNanchor_213" id="FNanchor_213"></a><a href="#Footnote_213" class="fnanchor">[213]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_213" id="Footnote_213"></a><a href="#FNanchor_213"><span class="label">[213]</span></a> Compare—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O dearer far than light and life are dear (1824).</div> -<div class="verse">Let other bards of angels sing (1824).</div> -<div class="verse">Such age how beautiful! O Lady bright (1827).</div> -<div class="verse">What heavenly smiles! O Lady mine (1845).</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span></p> - -<h3>POOR ROBIN<a name="FNanchor_214" id="FNanchor_214"></a><a href="#Footnote_214" class="fnanchor">[214]</a></h3> - -<p class="center">Composed March 1840.—Published 1842</p> - -<p>[I often ask myself what will become of Rydal Mount after -our day. Will the old walls and steps remain in front of the -house and about the grounds, or will they be swept away with -all the beautiful mosses and ferns and wild geraniums and other -flowers which their rude construction suffered and encouraged -to grow among them?<a name="FNanchor_215" id="FNanchor_215"></a><a href="#Footnote_215" class="fnanchor">[215]</a>—This little wild flower—“Poor Robin”—is -here constantly courting my attention, and exciting what -may be called a domestic interest with the varying aspects of -its stalks and leaves and flowers.<a name="FNanchor_216" id="FNanchor_216"></a><a href="#Footnote_216" class="fnanchor">[216]</a> Strangely do the tastes of -men differ according to their employment and habits of life. -“What a nice well would that be,” said a labouring man to me -one day, “if all that rubbish was cleared off.” The “<i>rubbish</i>” -was some of the most beautiful mosses and lichens and ferns -and other wild growths that could possibly be seen. Defend -us from the tyranny of trimness and neatness showing itself in -this way! Chatterton says of freedom—“Upon her head wild -weeds were spread,” and depend upon it if “the marvellous -boy” had undertaken to give Flora a garland, he would have -preferred what we are apt to call weeds to garden flowers. True -taste has an eye for both. Weeds have been called flowers out -of place. I fear the place most people would assign to them -is too limited. Let them come near to our abodes, as surely -they may, without impropriety or disorder.—I.F.]</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Poems.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now when the primrose makes a splendid show,</div> -<div class="verse">And lilies face the March-winds in full blow,</div> -<div class="verse">And humbler growths as moved with one desire</div> -<div class="verse">Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Poor Robin is yet flowerless; but how gay <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">With his red stalks upon this sunny day!</div> -<div class="verse">And, as his tufts<a name="FNanchor_217" id="FNanchor_217"></a><a href="#Footnote_217" class="fnanchor">[217]</a> of leaves he spreads, content</div> -<div class="verse">With a hard bed and scanty nourishment,</div> -<div class="verse">Mixed with the green, some shine not lacking power</div> -<div class="verse">To rival summer’s brightest scarlet flower; <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">And flowers they well might seem to passers-by</div> -<div class="verse">If looked at only with a careless eye;</div> -<div class="verse">Flowers—or a richer produce (did it suit</div> -<div class="verse">The season) sprinklings of ripe strawberry fruit.</div> -<div class="verse">But while a thousand pleasures come unsought, <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">Why fix upon his wealth or want<a name="FNanchor_218" id="FNanchor_218"></a><a href="#Footnote_218" class="fnanchor">[218]</a> a thought?</div> -<div class="verse">Is the string touched in prelude to a lay</div> -<div class="verse">Of pretty fancies that would round him play</div> -<div class="verse">When all the world acknowledged elfin sway?</div> -<div class="verse">Or does it suit our humour to commend <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">Poor Robin as a sure and crafty friend,</div> -<div class="verse">Whose practice teaches, spite of names to show</div> -<div class="verse">Bright colours whether they deceive or no?—</div> -<div class="verse">Nay, we would simply praise the free good-will</div> -<div class="verse">With which, though slighted, he, on naked hill <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Or in warm valley, seeks his part to fill;</div> -<div class="verse">Cheerful alike if bare of flowers as now,</div> -<div class="verse">Or when his tiny gems shall deck his brow:</div> -<div class="verse">Yet more, we wish that men by men despised,</div> -<div class="verse">And such as lift their foreheads overprized, <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">Should sometimes think, where’er they chance to spy</div> -<div class="verse">This child of Nature’s own humility,</div> -<div class="verse">What recompense is kept in store or left</div> -<div class="verse">For all that seem neglected or bereft;</div> -<div class="verse">With what nice care equivalents are given, <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">How just, how bountiful, the hand of Heaven.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>March, 1840.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_214" id="Footnote_214"></a><a href="#FNanchor_214"><span class="label">[214]</span></a> The small wild Geranium known by that name.—W.W. 1842.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_215" id="Footnote_215"></a><a href="#FNanchor_215"><span class="label">[215]</span></a> These things remain comparatively unaltered. Rydal Mount has -suffered little in picturesqueness since Wordsworth’s death; while the house, -and the grounds, have gained in many ways by what the present tenant has -done for them. It is impossible to keep such a place exactly as it was left -by its greatest tenant; and Mr. Crewdson has certainly not injured, but -wisely improved the place.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_216" id="Footnote_216"></a><a href="#FNanchor_216"><span class="label">[216]</span></a> Compare what is said of it in the <i>Memoirs of Wordsworth</i>, by his -nephew, vol. i. p. 20.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_217" id="Footnote_217"></a><a href="#FNanchor_217"><span class="label">[217]</span></a> 1849.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… tuft</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_218" id="Footnote_218"></a><a href="#FNanchor_218"><span class="label">[218]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… want or wealth</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span></p> - -<h3>ON A PORTRAIT OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON -UPON THE FIELD OF WATERLOO, -BY HAYDON<a name="FNanchor_219" id="FNanchor_219"></a><a href="#Footnote_219" class="fnanchor">[219]</a></h3> - -<p class="center">Composed August 31, 1840.—Published 1842</p> - -<p>[This was composed while I was ascending Helvellyn in -company with my daughter and her husband. She was on -horseback, and rode to the top of the hill without once dismounting, -a feat which it was scarcely possible to perform except -during a season of dry weather; and a guide, with whom we -fell in on the mountain, told us he believed it had never been -accomplished before by any one.—I.F.]</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets”; but first published in -the “Poems chiefly of Early and Late Years.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">By Art’s bold privilege Warrior and War-horse stand</div> -<div class="verse">On ground yet strewn with their last battle’s wreck;</div> -<div class="verse">Let the Steed glory while his Master’s hand</div> -<div class="verse">Lies fixed for ages on his conscious neck;</div> -<div class="verse">But by the Chieftain’s look, though at his side <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Hangs that day’s treasured sword, how firm a check</div> -<div class="verse">Is given to triumph and all human pride!</div> -<div class="verse">Yon trophied Mound shrinks to a shadowy speck</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span> -<div class="verse">In his calm presence! Him the mighty deed</div> -<div class="verse">Elates not, brought far nearer the grave’s rest, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">As shows that time-worn face, for he such seed</div> -<div class="verse">Has sown as yields, we trust, the fruit of fame</div> -<div class="verse">In Heaven;<a name="FNanchor_220" id="FNanchor_220"></a><a href="#Footnote_220" class="fnanchor">[220]</a> hence no one blushes for thy name,</div> -<div class="verse">Conqueror, ’mid some sad thoughts, divinely blest!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_219" id="Footnote_219"></a><a href="#FNanchor_219"><span class="label">[219]</span></a> Haydon worked at this picture of Wellington from June to November, -1839. (See his Autobiography, vol. iii. pp. 108-131.) He writes under date, -Sept. 4, 1840:—“Hard at work. I heard from dear Wordsworth, with a -glorious sonnet on the Duke, and Copenhagen.† It is very fine, and I began -a new journal directly, and put in the sonnet. God bless him.” The following -is part of Wordsworth’s letter:—</p> - -<p>“<span class="smcap">My dear Haydon</span>,—We are all charmed with your etching. It is both -poetically and pictorially conceived, and finely executed. I should have -written immediately to thank you for it, and for your letter and the enclosed -one, which is interesting, but I wished to gratify you by writing a sonnet. -I now send it, but with an earnest request that it may not be put into -circulation for some little time, as it is warm from the brain, and may require, -in consequence, some little retouching. It has this, at least, remarkable -attached to it, which will add to its value in your eyes, that it was actually -composed while I was climbing Helvellyn last Monday.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<p>† Wellington’s war-horse.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_220" id="Footnote_220"></a><a href="#FNanchor_220"><span class="label">[220]</span></a> 1842.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent12">… Since the mighty deed</div> -<div class="verse">Him years have brought far nearer the grave’s rest,</div> -<div class="verse">He shows that face time-worn. But he such seed</div> -<div class="verse">Has sowed that bears, we trust, the fruit of fame</div> -<div class="verse">In Heaven.…</div> -<div class="verse attribution">From a copy sent to Haydon.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ch1841">1841</h2> - -<h3>EPITAPH<br /> -<span class="smcap">In the Chapel-yard of Langdale, Westmoreland</span></h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1841.—Published 1842</p> - -<p>[<span class="smcap">Owen Lloyd</span>, the subject of this epitaph, was born at Old -Brathay, near Ambleside, and was the son of Charles Lloyd -and his wife Sophia (<i>née</i> Pemberton), both of Birmingham, who -came to reside in this part of the country, soon after their -marriage. They had many children, both sons and daughters, -of whom the most remarkable was the subject of this epitaph. -He was educated under Mr. Dawes, at Ambleside, Dr. Butler, -of Shrewsbury, and lastly at Trinity College, Cambridge, where -he would have been greatly distinguished as a scholar but for -inherited infirmities of bodily constitution, which, from early -childhood, affected his mind. His love for the neighbourhood -in which he was born, and his sympathy with the habits and -characters of the mountain yeomanry, in conjunction with -irregular spirits, that unfitted him for facing duties in situations -to which he was unaccustomed, induced him to accept the -retired curacy of Langdale. How much he was beloved and -honoured there, and with what feelings he discharged his duty -under the oppression of severe malady, is set forth, though -imperfectly, in the epitaph.—I.F.]</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Epitaphs and Elegiac Pieces.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">By playful smiles, (alas! too oft</div> -<div class="verse">A sad heart’s sunshine) by a soft</div> -<div class="verse">And gentle nature, and a free</div> -<div class="verse">Yet modest hand of charity,</div> -<div class="verse">Through life was <span class="smcap">Owen Lloyd</span> endeared <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">To young and old; and how revered</div> -<div class="verse">Had been that pious spirit, a tide</div> -<div class="verse">Of humble mourners testified,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span> -<div class="verse">When, after pains dispensed to prove</div> -<div class="verse">The measure of God’s chastening love, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Here, brought from far, his corse found rest,—</div> -<div class="verse">Fulfilment of his own request;—</div> -<div class="verse">Urged less for this Yew’s shade, though he</div> -<div class="verse">Planted with such fond hope the tree;</div> -<div class="verse">Less for the love of stream and rock, <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">Dear as they were, than that his Flock,</div> -<div class="verse">When they no more their Pastor’s voice</div> -<div class="verse">Could hear to guide them in their choice</div> -<div class="verse">Through good and evil, help might have,</div> -<div class="verse">Admonished, from his silent grave, <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of righteousness, of sins forgiven,</div> -<div class="verse">For peace on earth and bliss in heaven.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>This commemorative epitaph to the Rev. Owen Lloyd—the -friend of Hartley Coleridge and of Faber—is carved on the headstone -over his grave in the churchyard at the small hamlet of -Chapel Stile, Great Langdale, Westmoreland. The stone also -carries the inscription, “To the memory of Owen Lloyd, M.A., -nearly twelve years incumbent of this chapel. Born at Old -Brathay, March 31, 1803, died at Manchester, April 18, 1841, -aged 38.” See a letter of Wordsworth’s referring to Lloyd -amongst his letters in a subsequent volume. In a previous edition -I erred by giving this poem an earlier date. Professor Dowden -has shown the true one conclusively.</p> - -<p>Writing from Rydal on 11th August 1841, to his brother -Christopher, Wordsworth said, “I send you with the last -corrections an epitaph which I have just written for poor Owen -Lloyd. His brother Edward forwarded for my perusal some -verses which he had composed with a view to that object; but -he expressed a wish that I would compose something myself. -Not approving Edward’s lines altogether, though the sentiments -were sufficiently appropriate, I sent him what I now forward to -you, or rather the substance of it, for something has been added, -and some change of expression introduced. I hope you will -approve of it. I find no fault with it myself, the circumstances -considered, except that it is too long for an Epitaph, but this -was inevitable if the memorial was to be as conspicuous as the -subject required, at least according to the light in which it -offered itself to my mind.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ch1842">1842</h2> - -<p>The poems of 1842 include <i>The Floating Island</i>, <i>The -Norman Boy</i>, <i>The Poet’s Dream</i>, <i>Airey-Force Valley</i>, the lines -<i>To the Clouds</i>, and a number of miscellaneous sonnets.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<h3>“INTENT ON GATHERING WOOL FROM -HEDGE AND BRAKE”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 8th March 1842.—Published 1842</p> - -<p>[Suggested by a conversation with Miss Fenwick, who -along with her sister had, during their childhood, found much -delight in such gatherings for the purposes here alluded to.—I.F.]</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Intent on gathering wool from hedge and brake</div> -<div class="verse">Yon busy Little-ones rejoice that soon</div> -<div class="verse">A poor old Dame will bless them for the boon:</div> -<div class="verse">Great is their glee while flake they add to flake</div> -<div class="verse">With rival earnestness; far other strife <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Than will hereafter move them, if they make</div> -<div class="verse">Pastime their idol, give their day of life</div> -<div class="verse">To pleasure snatched for reckless pleasure’s sake.</div> -<div class="verse">Can pomp and show allay one heart-born grief?</div> -<div class="verse">Pains which the World inflicts can she requite? <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Not for an interval however brief;</div> -<div class="verse">The silent thoughts that search for stedfast light,</div> -<div class="verse">Love from her depths,<a name="FNanchor_221" id="FNanchor_221"></a><a href="#Footnote_221" class="fnanchor">[221]</a> and Duty in her might,</div> -<div class="verse">And Faith—these only yield secure relief.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>March 8th, 1842.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_221" id="Footnote_221"></a><a href="#FNanchor_221"><span class="label">[221]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Love from on high, …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span></p> - -<h3>PRELUDE,<br /> -<span class="smcap">Prefixed to the Volume entitled</span> “<span class="smcap">Poems -chiefly of Early and Late Years</span>”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed March 26, 1842.—Published 1842</p> - -<p>[These verses were begun while I was on a visit to my son -John at Brigham, and were finished at Rydal. As the contents -of the volume, to which they are now prefixed, will be -assigned to their respective classes when my poems shall be -collected in one volume, I should be at a loss where with propriety -to place this prelude, being too restricted in its bearing -to serve for a preface for the whole. The lines towards the -conclusion allude to the discontents then fomented through the -country by the agitators of the Anti-Corn-Law League: the -particular causes of such troubles are transitory, but disposition -to excite and liability to be excited are nevertheless permanent, -and therefore proper objects for the poet’s regard.—I.F.]</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Poems.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In desultory walk through orchard grounds,</div> -<div class="verse">Or some deep chestnut grove, oft have I paused</div> -<div class="verse">The while a Thrush, urged rather than restrained</div> -<div class="verse">By gusts of vernal storm, attuned his song</div> -<div class="verse">To his own genial instincts; and was heard <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">(Though not without some plaintive tones between)</div> -<div class="verse">To utter, above showers of blossom swept</div> -<div class="verse">From tossing boughs, the promise of a calm,</div> -<div class="verse">Which the unsheltered traveller might receive</div> -<div class="verse">With thankful spirit. The descant, and the wind <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">That seemed to play with it in love or scorn,</div> -<div class="verse">Encouraged and endeared the strain of words</div> -<div class="verse">That haply flowed from me, by fits of silence</div> -<div class="verse">Impelled to livelier pace. But now, my Book!</div> -<div class="verse">Charged with those lays, and others of like mood, <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">Or loftier pitch if higher rose the theme,</div> -<div class="verse">Go, single—yet aspiring to be joined</div> -<div class="verse">With thy Forerunners that through many a year</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Have faithfully prepared each other’s way—</div> -<div class="verse">Go forth upon a mission best fulfilled <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">When and wherever, in this changeful world,</div> -<div class="verse">Power hath been given to please for higher ends</div> -<div class="verse">Than pleasure only; gladdening to prepare</div> -<div class="verse">For wholesome sadness, troubling to refine,</div> -<div class="verse">Calming to raise; and, by a sapient Art <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Diffused through all the mysteries of our Being,</div> -<div class="verse">Softening the toils and pains that have not ceased</div> -<div class="verse">To cast their shadows on our mother Earth</div> -<div class="verse">Since the primeval doom. Such is the grace</div> -<div class="verse">Which, though unsued for, fails not to descend <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">With heavenly inspiration; such the aim</div> -<div class="verse">That Reason dictates; and, as even the wish</div> -<div class="verse">Has virtue in it, why should hope to me</div> -<div class="verse">Be wanting that sometimes, where fancied ills</div> -<div class="verse">Harass the mind and strip from off the bowers <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of private life their natural pleasantness,</div> -<div class="verse">A Voice—devoted to the love whose seeds</div> -<div class="verse">Are sown in every human breast, to beauty</div> -<div class="verse">Lodged within compass of the humblest sight,</div> -<div class="verse">To cheerful intercourse with wood and field, <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -<div class="verse">And sympathy with man’s substantial griefs—</div> -<div class="verse">Will not be heard in vain? And in those days</div> -<div class="verse">When unforeseen distress spreads far and wide</div> -<div class="verse">Among a People mournfully cast down,</div> -<div class="verse">Or into anger roused by venal words <span class="linenum">45</span></div> -<div class="verse">In recklessness flung out to overturn</div> -<div class="verse">The judgment, and divert the general heart</div> -<div class="verse">From mutual good—some strain of thine, my Book!</div> -<div class="verse">Caught at propitious intervals, may win</div> -<div class="verse">Listeners who not unwillingly admit <span class="linenum">50</span></div> -<div class="verse">Kindly emotion tending to console</div> -<div class="verse">And reconcile; and both with young and old</div> -<div class="verse">Exalt the sense of thoughtful gratitude</div> -<div class="verse">For benefits that still survive, by faith</div> -<div class="verse">In progress, under laws divine, maintained. <span class="linenum">55</span></div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Rydal Mount</span>, <i>March 26, 1842</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span></p> - -<h3>FLOATING ISLAND</h3> - -<p class="center">Published 1842</p> - -<p>These lines are by the Author of the <i>Address to the Wind</i>, -etc., published heretofore along with my Poems. Those to a -Redbreast are by a deceased female Relative.—W.W. 1842.</p> - -<p>[My poor sister takes a pleasure in repeating these verses, -which she composed not long before the beginning of her sad -illness.—I.F.]</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Poems.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Harmonious Powers with Nature work</div> -<div class="verse">On sky, earth, river, lake, and sea;</div> -<div class="verse">Sunshine and cloud, whirlwind and breeze,</div> -<div class="verse">All in one duteous task agree.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Once did I see a slip of earth <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">(By throbbing waves long undermined)</div> -<div class="verse">Loosed from its hold; how, no one knew,</div> -<div class="verse">But all might see it float, obedient to the wind;</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Might see it, from the mossy shore</div> -<div class="verse">Dissevered, float upon the Lake, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Float with its crest of trees adorned</div> -<div class="verse">On which the warbling birds their pastime take.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Food, shelter, safety, there they find;</div> -<div class="verse">There berries ripen, flowerets bloom;</div> -<div class="verse">There insects live their lives, and die; <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">A peopled world it is; in size a tiny room.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And thus through many seasons’ space</div> -<div class="verse">This little Island may survive;</div> -<div class="verse">But Nature, though we mark her not,</div> -<div class="verse">Will take away, may cease to give. <span class="linenum">20</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Perchance when you are wandering forth</div> -<div class="verse">Upon some vacant sunny day,</div> -<div class="verse">Without an object, hope, or fear,</div> -<div class="verse">Thither your eyes may turn—the Isle is passed away;</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Buried beneath the glittering Lake, <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Its place no longer to be found;</div> -<div class="verse">Yet the lost fragments shall remain</div> -<div class="verse">To fertilize some other ground.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse attribution">D. W.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>There is one of these floating islands in Loch Lomond in -Argyll, another in Loch Dochart in Perthshire, and another in -Loch Treig in Inverness. Their origin is probably due to a mass -of peat being detached from the shore, and floated out into the -lake. A mass of vegetable matter, however, has sometimes -risen from the bottom of the water, and assumed for a time all -the appearance of an island. This has been probably due to -an accumulation of gas, within or under the detached portion, -produced by the decay of vegetation in extremely hot weather.</p> - -<p>Southey, in an unpublished letter to Sir George Beaumont -(10th July 1824), thus describes the Island at Derwentwater:<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span> -“You will have seen by the papers that the Floating Island -has made its appearance. It sank again last week, when some -heavy rains had raised the lake four feet. By good fortune -Professor Sedgewick happened to be in Keswick, and examined -it in time. Where he probed it a thin layer of mud -lies upon a bed of peat, which is six feet thick, and this rests -upon a stratum of fine white clay,—the same I believe which -Miss Barker found in Borrowdale when building her unlucky -house. Where the gas is generated remains yet to be discovered, -but when the peat is filled with this gas, it separates -from the clay and becomes buoyant. There must have been a -considerable convulsion when this took place, for a rent was -made in the bottom of the lake, several feet in depth, and not -less than fifty yards long, on each side of which the bottom -rose and floated. It was a pretty sight to see the small fry -exploring this new made strait and darting at the bubbles which -rose as the Professor was probing the bank. The discharge of -air was considerable here, when a pole was thrust down. But at -some distance where the rent did not extend, the bottom had -been heaved up in a slight convexity, sloping equally in an -inclined plane all round: and there, when the pole was introduced, -a rush like a jet followed, as it was withdrawn. The -thing is the more curious, because as yet no example of it is -known to have been observed in any other place.”</p> - -<p>Another of these detached islands used to float about in -Esthwaite Water, and was carried from side to side of the pool -at the north end of the lake—the same pool which the swans, -described in <i>The Prelude</i>, used to frequent. This island had a -few bushes on it: but it became stranded some time ago. One -of the old natives of Hawkeshead described the process of -trying to float it off again, by tying ropes to the bushes on its -surface,—an experiment which was unsuccessful. Compare -the reference to the Floating or “Buoyant” Island of Derwentwater, -and to the “mossy islet” of Esthwaite, in Wordsworth’s -<i>Guide through the District of the Lakes</i>.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<h3>“THE CRESCENT-MOON, THE STAR OF -LOVE”</h3> - -<p class="center">Published 1842</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Evening Voluntaries.”—Ed.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Crescent-moon, the Star of Love,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Glories of evening, as ye there are seen</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With but a span of sky between—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Speak one of you, my doubts remove,</div> -<div class="verse">Which is the attendant Page and which the Queen?</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>“<i>A POET!</i>—HE HATH PUT HIS HEART TO -SCHOOL”</h3> - -<p class="center">Published 1842</p> - -<p>[I was impelled to write this Sonnet by the disgusting -frequency with which the word <i>artistical</i>, imported with other -impertinences from the Germans, is employed by writers of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span> -present day: for artistical let them substitute artificial, and the -poetry written on this system, both at home and abroad, will -be for the most part much better characterised.—I.F.]</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>A Poet!</i>—He hath put his heart to school,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staff</div> -<div class="verse">Which Art hath lodged within his hand—must laugh</div> -<div class="verse">By precept only, and shed tears by rule.</div> -<div class="verse">Thy Art be Nature; the live current quaff, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">And let the groveller sip his stagnant pool,</div> -<div class="verse">In fear that else, when Critics grave and cool</div> -<div class="verse">Have killed him, Scorn should write his epitaph.<a name="FNanchor_222" id="FNanchor_222"></a><a href="#Footnote_222" class="fnanchor">[222]</a></div> -<div class="verse">How does the Meadow-flower its bloom unfold?</div> -<div class="verse">Because the lovely little flower is free <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Down to its root, and, in that freedom, bold;</div> -<div class="verse">And so the grandeur of the Forest-tree</div> -<div class="verse">Comes not by casting in a formal mould,</div> -<div class="verse">But from its <i>own</i> divine vitality.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_222" id="Footnote_222"></a><a href="#FNanchor_222"><span class="label">[222]</span></a> Compare <i>A Poet’s Epitaph</i> (vol. ii. p. 75).—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>“THE MOST ALLURING CLOUDS THAT -MOUNT THE SKY”</h3> - -<p class="center">Published 1842</p> - -<p>[Hundreds of times have I seen, hanging about and above -the vale of Rydal, clouds that might have given birth to this -sonnet, which was thrown off on the impulse of the moment -one evening when I was returning from the favourite walk of -ours, along the Rotha, under Loughrigg.—I.F.]</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The most alluring clouds that mount the sky</div> -<div class="verse">Owe to a troubled element their forms,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Their hues to sunset. If with raptured eye</div> -<div class="verse">We watch their splendour, shall we covet storms,</div> -<div class="verse">And wish the Lord of day his slow decline <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Would hasten, that such pomp may float on high?</div> -<div class="verse">Behold, already they forget to shine,</div> -<div class="verse">Dissolve—and leave to him who gazed a sigh.</div> -<div class="verse">Not loth to thank each moment for its boon</div> -<div class="verse">Of pure delight, come whensoe’er<a name="FNanchor_223" id="FNanchor_223"></a><a href="#Footnote_223" class="fnanchor">[223]</a> it may, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Peace let us seek,—to stedfast things attune</div> -<div class="verse">Calm expectations, leaving to the gay</div> -<div class="verse">And volatile their love of transient bowers,</div> -<div class="verse">The house that cannot pass away be ours.<a name="FNanchor_224" id="FNanchor_224"></a><a href="#Footnote_224" class="fnanchor">[224]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_223" id="Footnote_223"></a><a href="#FNanchor_223"><span class="label">[223]</span></a> 1849</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… whencesoe’er …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_224" id="Footnote_224"></a><a href="#FNanchor_224"><span class="label">[224]</span></a> Compare <i>To the Clouds</i>, I. 94, p. 145.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>“FEEL FOR THE WRONGS TO UNIVERSAL -KEN”</h3> - -<p class="center">Published 1842</p> - -<p>[This Sonnet is recommended to the perusal of those who -consider that the evils under which we groan are to be removed -or palliated by measures ungoverned by moral and religious -principles.—I.F.]</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Sonnets dedicated to Liberty and Order.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Feel for the wrongs to universal ken</div> -<div class="verse">Daily exposed, woe that unshrouded lies;</div> -<div class="verse">And seek the Sufferer in his darkest den,</div> -<div class="verse">Whether conducted to the spot by sighs</div> -<div class="verse">And moanings, or he dwells (as if the wren <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Taught him concealment) hidden from all eyes</div> -<div class="verse">In silence and the awful modesties</div> -<div class="verse">Of sorrow;—feel for all, as brother Men!</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Rest not in hope want’s icy chain to thaw</div> -<div class="verse">By casual boons and formal charities;<a name="FNanchor_225" id="FNanchor_225"></a><a href="#Footnote_225" class="fnanchor">[225]</a> <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Learn to be just, just through impartial law;</div> -<div class="verse">Far as ye may, erect and equalise;</div> -<div class="verse">And, what ye cannot reach by statute, draw</div> -<div class="verse">Each from his fountain of self-sacrifice!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_225" id="Footnote_225"></a><a href="#FNanchor_225"><span class="label">[225]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent16">… Men!—</div> -<div class="verse">Feel for the Poor,—but not to still your qualms</div> -<div class="verse">By formal charity or dole of alms;</div> -<div class="verse">Learn …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<h3>IN ALLUSION TO VARIOUS RECENT HISTORIES -AND NOTICES OF THE FRENCH -REVOLUTION</h3> - -<p class="center">Published 1842</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Sonnets dedicated to Liberty and Order.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Portentous change when History can appear</div> -<div class="verse">As the cool Advocate of foul device;<a name="FNanchor_226" id="FNanchor_226"></a><a href="#Footnote_226" class="fnanchor">[226]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Reckless audacity extol, and jeer</div> -<div class="verse">At consciences perplexed with scruples nice!</div> -<div class="verse">They who bewail not, must abhor, the sneer <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Born of Conceit, Power’s blind Idolater;</div> -<div class="verse">Or haply sprung from vaunting Cowardice</div> -<div class="verse">Betrayed by mockery of holy fear.</div> -<div class="verse">Hath it not long been said the wrath of Man</div> -<div class="verse">Works not the righteousness of God? Oh bend, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Bend, ye Perverse! to judgments from on High,</div> -<div class="verse">Laws that lay under Heaven’s perpetual ban</div> -<div class="verse">All principles of action that transcend</div> -<div class="verse">The sacred limits of humanity.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_226" id="Footnote_226"></a><a href="#FNanchor_226"><span class="label">[226]</span></a> Wordsworth wrote this sonnet against Carlyle’s <i>French Revolution</i> -in particular. Carlyle knew it, and this may in part—although only in part—account -for Carlyle’s indifference to Wordsworth.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span></p> - -<h4>CONTINUED</h4> - -<p class="center">Published 1842</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Sonnets dedicated to Liberty and Order.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Who ponders National events shall find</div> -<div class="verse">An awful balancing of loss and gain,</div> -<div class="verse">Joy based on sorrow, good with ill combined,</div> -<div class="verse">And proud deliverance issuing out of pain</div> -<div class="verse">And direful throes; as if the All-ruling Mind, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">With whose perfection it consists to ordain</div> -<div class="verse">Volcanic burst, earthquake, and hurricane,</div> -<div class="verse">Dealt in like sort with feeble human kind</div> -<div class="verse">By laws immutable. But woe for him</div> -<div class="verse">Who thus deceived shall lend an eager hand <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">To social havoc. Is not Conscience ours,</div> -<div class="verse">And Truth, whose eye guilt only can make dim;</div> -<div class="verse">And Will, whose office, by divine command,</div> -<div class="verse">Is to control and check disordered Powers?</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h4>CONCLUDED</h4> - -<p class="center">Published 1842</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Sonnets dedicated to Liberty and Order.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Long-favoured England! be not thou misled</div> -<div class="verse">By monstrous theories of alien growth,</div> -<div class="verse">Lest alien frenzy seize thee, waxing wroth,</div> -<div class="verse">Self-smitten till thy garments reek dyed red</div> -<div class="verse">With thy own blood, which tears in torrents shed <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Fail to wash out, tears flowing ere thy troth</div> -<div class="verse">Be plighted, not to ease but sullen sloth,</div> -<div class="verse">Or wan despair—the ghost of false hope fled</div> -<div class="verse">Into a shameful grave. Among thy youth,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span> -<div class="verse">My Country! if such warning be held dear, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Then shall a Veteran’s heart be thrilled with joy,</div> -<div class="verse">One who would gather from eternal truth,</div> -<div class="verse">For time and season, rules that work to cheer—</div> -<div class="verse">Not scourge, to save the People—not destroy.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>“LO! WHERE SHE STANDS FIXED IN A -SAINT-LIKE TRANCE”</h3> - -<p class="center">Published 1842</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lo! where she stands fixed in a saint-like trance,</div> -<div class="verse">One upward hand, as if she needed rest</div> -<div class="verse">From rapture, lying softly on her breast!</div> -<div class="verse">Nor wants her eyeball an ethereal glance;</div> -<div class="verse">But not the less—nay more—that countenance, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">While thus illumined, tells of painful strife</div> -<div class="verse">For a sick heart made weary of this life</div> -<div class="verse">By love, long crossed with adverse circumstance.</div> -<div class="verse">—Would She were now as when she hoped to pass</div> -<div class="verse">At God’s appointed hour to them who tread <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Heaven’s sapphire pavement, yet breathed well content,</div> -<div class="verse">Well pleased, her foot should print earth’s common grass,</div> -<div class="verse">Lived thankful for day’s light, for daily bread,</div> -<div class="verse">For health, and time in obvious duty spent.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>THE NORMAN BOY</h3> - -<p class="center">Published 1842</p> - -<p>[The subject of this poem was sent me by Mrs. Ogle, to -whom I was personally unknown, with a hope on her part that -I might be induced to relate the incident in verse; and I do<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span> -not regret that I took the trouble, for not improbably the fact -is illustrative of the boy’s early piety, and may concur with my -other little pieces on children to produce profitable reflection -among my youthful readers. This is said, however, with an -absolute conviction that children will derive most benefit from -books which are not unworthy the perusal of persons of any -age. I protest with all my heart against those productions, so -abundant in the present day, in which the doings of children -are dwelt upon as if they were incapable of being interested in -anything else. On this subject I have dwelt at length in the -poem on the growth of my own mind.—I.F.]</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Poems referring to the Period of Childhood.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">High on a broad unfertile tract of forest-skirted Down,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor kept by Nature for herself, nor made by man his own,</div> -<div class="verse">From home and company remote and every playful joy,</div> -<div class="verse">Served, tending a few sheep and goats, a ragged Norman boy.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Him never saw I, nor the spot; but from an English Dame, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Stranger to me and yet my friend, a simple notice came,</div> -<div class="verse">With suit that I would speak in verse of that sequestered child</div> -<div class="verse">Whom, one bleak winter’s day, she met upon the dreary Wild.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His flock, along the woodland’s edge with relics sprinkled o’er</div> -<div class="verse">Of last night’s snow, beneath a sky threatening the fall of more, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Where tufts of herbage tempted each, were busy at their feed,</div> -<div class="verse">And the poor Boy was busier still, with work of anxious heed.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There <i>was</i> he, where of branches rent and withered and decayed,</div> -<div class="verse">For covert from the keen north wind, his hands a hut had made.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span> -<div class="verse">A tiny tenement, forsooth, and frail, as needs must be <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">A thing of such materials framed, by a builder such as he.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The hut stood finished by his pains, nor seemingly lacked aught</div> -<div class="verse">That skill or means of his could add, but the architect had wrought</div> -<div class="verse">Some limber twigs into a Cross, well-shaped with fingers nice,</div> -<div class="verse">To be engrafted on the top of his small edifice. <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That Cross he now was fastening there, as the surest power and best</div> -<div class="verse">For supplying all deficiencies, all wants of the rude nest</div> -<div class="verse">In which, from burning heat, or tempest driving far and wide,</div> -<div class="verse">The innocent Boy, else shelterless, his lonely head must hide.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That Cross belike he also raised as a standard for the true <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">And faithful service of his heart in the worst that might ensue</div> -<div class="verse">Of hardship and distressful fear, amid the houseless waste</div> -<div class="verse">Where he, in his poor self so weak, by Providence was placed.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">——Here, Lady! might I cease; but nay, let <i>us</i> before we part</div> -<div class="verse">With this dear holy shepherd-boy breathe a prayer of earnest heart, <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">That unto him, where’er shall lie his life’s appointed way,</div> -<div class="verse">The Cross, fixed in his soul, may prove an all-sufficing stay.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span></p> - -<h3>THE POET’S DREAM<a name="FNanchor_227" id="FNanchor_227"></a><a href="#Footnote_227" class="fnanchor">[227]</a><br /> -<span class="smcap">Sequel To the Norman Boy</span></h3> - -<p class="center">Published 1842</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Poems referring to the Period of Childhood.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Just as those final words were penned, the sun broke out in power,</div> -<div class="verse">And gladdened all things; but, as chanced, within that very hour,</div> -<div class="verse">Air blackened, thunder growled, fire flashed from clouds that hid the sky,</div> -<div class="verse">And, for the Subject of my Verse, I heaved a pensive sigh.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nor could my heart by second thoughts from heaviness be cleared, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">For bodied forth before my eyes the cross-crowned hut appeared;</div> -<div class="verse">And, while around it storm as fierce seemed troubling earth and air,</div> -<div class="verse">I saw, within, the Norman Boy kneeling alone in prayer.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Child, as if the thunder’s voice spake with articulate call,</div> -<div class="verse">Bowed meekly in submissive fear, before the Lord of All; <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">His lips were moving; and his eyes, upraised to sue for grace,</div> -<div class="verse">With soft illumination cheered the dimness of that place.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">How beautiful is holiness!—what wonder if the sight,</div> -<div class="verse">Almost as vivid as a dream, produced a dream at night?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span> -<div class="verse">It came with sleep and showed the Boy, no cherub, not transformed, <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">But the poor ragged Thing whose ways my human heart had warmed.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Me had the dream equipped with wings, so I took him in my arms,</div> -<div class="verse">And lifted from the grassy floor, stilling his faint alarms,</div> -<div class="verse">And bore him high through yielding air my debt of love to pay,</div> -<div class="verse">By giving him, for both our sakes, an hour of holiday. <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I whispered, “Yet a little while, dear Child! thou art my own,</div> -<div class="verse">To show thee some delightful thing, in country or in town.</div> -<div class="verse">What shall it be? a mirthful throng? or that holy place and calm</div> -<div class="verse">St. Denis, filled with royal tombs,<a name="FNanchor_228" id="FNanchor_228"></a><a href="#Footnote_228" class="fnanchor">[228]</a> or the Church of Notre Dame?<a name="FNanchor_229" id="FNanchor_229"></a><a href="#Footnote_229" class="fnanchor">[229]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“St. Ouen’s golden Shrine?<a name="FNanchor_230" id="FNanchor_230"></a><a href="#Footnote_230" class="fnanchor">[230]</a> Or choose what else would please thee most <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of any wonder Normandy, or all proud France, can boast!”</div> -<div class="verse">“My Mother,” said the Boy, “was born near to a blessèd Tree,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span> -<div class="verse">The Chapel Oak of Allonville;<a name="FNanchor_231" id="FNanchor_231"></a><a href="#Footnote_231" class="fnanchor">[231]</a> good Angel, show it me!”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">On wings, from broad and stedfast poise let loose by this reply,</div> -<div class="verse">For Allonville, o’er down and dale, away then did we fly; <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">O’er town and tower we flew, and fields in May’s fresh verdure drest;</div> -<div class="verse">The wings they did not flag; the Child, though grave, was not deprest.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But who shall show, to waking sense, the gleam of light that broke</div> -<div class="verse">Forth from his eyes, when first the Boy looked down on that huge oak,</div> -<div class="verse">For length of days so much revered, so famous where it stands <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">For twofold hallowing—Nature’s care, and work of human hands?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Strong as an Eagle with my charge I glided round and round</div> -<div class="verse">The wide-spread boughs, for view of door, window, and stair that wound</div> -<div class="verse">Gracefully up the gnarled trunk; nor left we unsurveyed</div> -<div class="verse">The pointed steeple peering forth from the centre of the shade. <span class="linenum">40</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I lighted—opened with soft touch the chapel’s iron door,<a name="FNanchor_232" id="FNanchor_232"></a><a href="#Footnote_232" class="fnanchor">[232]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Past softly, leading in the Boy; and, while from roof to floor</div> -<div class="verse">From floor to roof all round his eyes the Child with wonder cast,<a name="FNanchor_233" id="FNanchor_233"></a><a href="#Footnote_233" class="fnanchor">[233]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Pleasure on pleasure crowded in, each livelier than the last.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For, deftly framed within the trunk, the<a name="FNanchor_234" id="FNanchor_234"></a><a href="#Footnote_234" class="fnanchor">[234]</a> sanctuary showed, <span class="linenum">45</span></div> -<div class="verse">By light of lamp and precious stones, that glimmered here, there glowed,</div> -<div class="verse">Shrine, Altar, Image, Offerings hung in sign of gratitude;</div> -<div class="verse">Sight that inspired accordant thoughts; and speech<a name="FNanchor_235" id="FNanchor_235"></a><a href="#Footnote_235" class="fnanchor">[235]</a> I thus renewed:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Hither the Afflicted come, as thou hast heard thy Mother say,</div> -<div class="verse">And, kneeling, supplication make to our Lady de la Paix;<a name="FNanchor_236" id="FNanchor_236"></a><a href="#Footnote_236" class="fnanchor">[236]</a> <span class="linenum">50</span></div> -<div class="verse">What mournful sighs have here been heard, and, when the voice was stopt</div> -<div class="verse">By sudden pangs; what bitter tears have on this pavement dropt!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Poor Shepherd of the naked Down, a favoured lot is thine,</div> -<div class="verse">Far happier lot, dear Boy, than brings full many to this shrine;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span> -<div class="verse">From body pains and pains of soul thou needest no release, <span class="linenum">55</span></div> -<div class="verse">Thy hours as they flow on are spent, if not in joy, in peace.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Then offer up thy heart to God in thankfulness and praise,</div> -<div class="verse">Give to Him prayers, and many thoughts, in thy most busy days;</div> -<div class="verse">And in His sight the fragile Cross, on thy small hut, will be</div> -<div class="verse">Holy as that which long hath crowned the Chapel of this Tree; <span class="linenum">60</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Holy as that far seen which crowns the sumptuous Church in Rome</div> -<div class="verse">Where thousands meet to worship God under a mighty Dome;<a name="FNanchor_237" id="FNanchor_237"></a><a href="#Footnote_237" class="fnanchor">[237]</a></div> -<div class="verse">He sees the bending multitude, He hears the choral rites,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet not the less, in children’s hymns and lonely prayer, delights.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“God for His service needeth not proud work of human skill; <span class="linenum">65</span></div> -<div class="verse">They please Him best who labour most to do in peace His will:</div> -<div class="verse">So let us strive to live, and to our Spirits will be given</div> -<div class="verse">Such wings as, when our Saviour calls, shall bear us up to heaven.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Boy no answer made by words, but, so earnest was his look,</div> -<div class="verse">Sleep fled, and with it fled the dream—recorded in this book, <span class="linenum">70</span></div> -<div class="verse">Lest all that passed should melt away in silence from my mind,</div> -<div class="verse">As visions still more bright have done, and left no trace behind.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But oh! that Country-man of thine, whose eye, loved Child, can see</div> -<div class="verse">A pledge of endless bliss in acts of early piety,</div> -<div class="verse">In verse, which to thy ear might come, would treat this simple theme, <span class="linenum">75</span></div> -<div class="verse">Nor leave untold our happy flight in that adventurous dream.<a name="FNanchor_238" id="FNanchor_238"></a><a href="#Footnote_238" class="fnanchor">[238]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Alas the dream,<a name="FNanchor_239" id="FNanchor_239"></a><a href="#Footnote_239" class="fnanchor">[239]</a> to thee, poor Boy! to thee from whom it flowed,</div> -<div class="verse">Was nothing, scarcely can be aught, yet ’twas<a name="FNanchor_240" id="FNanchor_240"></a><a href="#Footnote_240" class="fnanchor">[240]</a> bounteously bestowed,</div> -<div class="verse">If I may dare to cherish hope that gentle eyes will read</div> -<div class="verse">Not loth, and listening Little-ones, heart-touched, their fancies feed. <span class="linenum">80</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_227" id="Footnote_227"></a><a href="#FNanchor_227"><span class="label">[227]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<p>The title in 1842 was “<span class="smcap">Sequel To the Norman Boy</span>.”</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_228" id="Footnote_228"></a><a href="#FNanchor_228"><span class="label">[228]</span></a> The Abbey Church of St. Denis, to the north of Paris,—one of the finest -specimens of French Gothic,—was the burial-place of the French Kings for -many generations.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_229" id="Footnote_229"></a><a href="#FNanchor_229"><span class="label">[229]</span></a> In Paris.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_230" id="Footnote_230"></a><a href="#FNanchor_230"><span class="label">[230]</span></a> The Church of St. Ouen, in Rouen, is the most perfect edifice of its -kind in Europe.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_231" id="Footnote_231"></a><a href="#FNanchor_231"><span class="label">[231]</span></a> “Among ancient Trees there are few, I believe, at least in France, so -worthy of attention as an Oak which may be seen in the ‘Pays de Caux,’ -about a league from Yvetot, close to the church, and in the burial-ground of -Allonville.</p> - -<p>The height of this Tree does not answer to its girth; the trunk, from the -roots to the summit, forms a complete cone; and the inside of this cone is -hollow throughout the whole of its height.</p> - -<p>Such is the Oak of Allonville, in its state of nature. The hand of Man, -however, has endeavoured to impress upon it a character still more interesting, -by adding a religious feeling to the respect which its age naturally -inspires.</p> - -<p>The lower part of its hollow trunk has been transformed into a Chapel of -six or seven feet in diameter, carefully wainscotted and paved, and an open -iron gate guards the humble Sanctuary.</p> - -<p>Leading to it there is a staircase, which twists round the body of the -Tree. At certain seasons of the year divine service is performed in this -Chapel.</p> - -<p>The summit has been broken off many years, but there is a surface at -the top of the trunk, of the diameter of a very large tree, and from it rises -a pointed roof, covered with slates, in the form of a steeple, which is -surmounted with an iron Cross, that rises in a picturesque manner from -the middle of the leaves, like an ancient Hermitage above the surrounding -Wood.</p> - -<p>Over the entrance to the Chapel an Inscription appears, which informs us -it was erected by the Abbé du Détroit, Curate of Allonville, in the year -1696; and over a door is another, dedicating it ‘To Our Lady of Peace.’”—Vide -14 <i>No. Saturday Magazine</i>.—W.W. 1842.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_232" id="Footnote_232"></a><a href="#FNanchor_232"><span class="label">[232]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… touch a grated iron door,</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_233" id="Footnote_233"></a><a href="#FNanchor_233"><span class="label">[233]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… his eyes the wondering creature cast,</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_234" id="Footnote_234"></a><a href="#FNanchor_234"><span class="label">[234]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… a …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_235" id="Footnote_235"></a><a href="#FNanchor_235"><span class="label">[235]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And swift as lightning went the time, ere speech</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_236" id="Footnote_236"></a><a href="#FNanchor_236"><span class="label">[236]</span></a> See note, p. 137.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_237" id="Footnote_237"></a><a href="#FNanchor_237"><span class="label">[237]</span></a> St. Peter’s Church.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_238" id="Footnote_238"></a><a href="#FNanchor_238"><span class="label">[238]</span></a> This stanza was added in the edition of 1845.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_239" id="Footnote_239"></a><a href="#FNanchor_239"><span class="label">[239]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And though the dream, …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_240" id="Footnote_240"></a><a href="#FNanchor_240"><span class="label">[240]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Was nothing, nor e’er can be aught, ’twas …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<h3>SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF THE BIRD -OF PARADISE</h3> - -<p class="center">Published 1842</p> - -<p>[This subject has been treated of in another note. I will -here only, by way of comment, direct attention to the fact, that -pictures of animals and other productions of Nature, as seen in -conservatories, menageries, and museums, etc., would do little for -the national mind, nay, they would be rather injurious to it, if -the imagination were excluded by the presence of the object, -more or less out of a state of Nature. If it were not that we -learn to talk and think of the lion and the eagle, the palm-tree, -and even the cedar, from the impassioned introduction of them -so frequently into Holy Scripture, and by great poets, and -divines who wrote as poets, the spiritual part of our nature,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span> -and therefore the higher part of it, would derive no benefit -from such intercourse with such subjects.—I.F.]</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Poems of the Imagination.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The gentlest Poet, with free thoughts endowed,</div> -<div class="verse">And a true master of the glowing strain,</div> -<div class="verse">Might scan the narrow province with disdain</div> -<div class="verse">That to the Painter’s skill is here allowed.</div> -<div class="verse">This, this the Bird of Paradise! disclaim <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">The daring thought, forget the name;</div> -<div class="verse">This the Sun’s Bird, whom Glendoveers might own</div> -<div class="verse">As no unworthy Partner in their flight</div> -<div class="verse">Through seas of ether, where the ruffling sway</div> -<div class="verse">Of nether air’s rude billows is unknown; <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Whom Sylphs, if e’er for casual pastime they</div> -<div class="verse">Through India’s spicy regions wing their way,</div> -<div class="verse">Might bow to as their Lord. What character,</div> -<div class="verse">O sovereign Nature! I appeal to thee,</div> -<div class="verse">Of all thy feathered progeny <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">Is so unearthly, and what shape so fair?</div> -<div class="verse">So richly decked in variegated down,</div> -<div class="verse">Green, sable, shining yellow, shadowy brown,</div> -<div class="verse">Tints softly with each other blended,</div> -<div class="verse">Hues doubtfully begun and ended; <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">Or intershooting, and to sight</div> -<div class="verse">Lost and recovered, as the rays of light</div> -<div class="verse">Glance on the conscious plumes touched here and there?</div> -<div class="verse">Full surely, when with such proud gifts of life</div> -<div class="verse">Began the pencil’s strife, <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">O’erweening Art was caught as in a snare.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">A sense of seemingly presumptuous wrong</div> -<div class="verse">Gave the first impulse to the Poet’s song;</div> -<div class="verse">But, of his scorn repenting soon, he drew</div> -<div class="verse">A juster judgment from a calmer view; <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">And, with a spirit freed from discontent,</div> -<div class="verse">Thankfully took an effort that was meant</div> -<div class="verse">Not with God’s bounty, Nature’s love, to vie,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Or made with hope to please that inward eye</div> -<div class="verse">Which ever strives in vain itself to satisfy, <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">But to recal the truth by some faint trace</div> -<div class="verse">Of power ethereal and celestial grace,</div> -<div class="verse">That in the living Creature find on earth a place.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>TO THE CLOUDS<a name="FNanchor_241" id="FNanchor_241"></a><a href="#Footnote_241" class="fnanchor">[241]</a></h3> - -<p class="center">Published 1842</p> - -<p>[These verses were suggested while I was walking on the -foot-road between Rydal Mount and Grasmere. The clouds -were driving over the top of Nab-Scar across the vale: they -set my thoughts a-going, and the rest followed almost immediately.—I.F.]</p> - -<p>First published (1842) in “Poems chiefly of Early and -Late Years,” afterwards included in the “Poems of the Imagination.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Army of Clouds! ye wingèd Host in troops</div> -<div class="verse">Ascending from behind the motionless brow</div> -<div class="verse">Of that tall rock,<a name="FNanchor_242" id="FNanchor_242"></a><a href="#Footnote_242" class="fnanchor">[242]</a> as from a hidden world,</div> -<div class="verse">O whither with<a name="FNanchor_243" id="FNanchor_243"></a><a href="#Footnote_243" class="fnanchor">[243]</a> such eagerness of speed?</div> -<div class="verse">What seek ye, or what shun ye? of the gale<a name="FNanchor_244" id="FNanchor_244"></a><a href="#Footnote_244" class="fnanchor">[244]</a> <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Companions, fear ye to be left behind,</div> -<div class="verse">Or racing o’er<a name="FNanchor_245" id="FNanchor_245"></a><a href="#Footnote_245" class="fnanchor">[245]</a> your blue ethereal field</div> -<div class="verse">Contend ye with each other? of the sea</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Children, thus post ye over vale and height<a name="FNanchor_246" id="FNanchor_246"></a><a href="#Footnote_246" class="fnanchor">[246]</a></div> -<div class="verse">To sink upon your mother’s lap—and rest?<a name="FNanchor_247" id="FNanchor_247"></a><a href="#Footnote_247" class="fnanchor">[247]</a> <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Or were ye rightlier hailed, when first mine eyes</div> -<div class="verse">Beheld in your impetuous march the likeness</div> -<div class="verse">Of a wide army pressing on to meet</div> -<div class="verse">Or overtake some unknown enemy?—</div> -<div class="verse">But your smooth motions suit a peaceful aim; <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">And Fancy, not less aptly pleased, compares</div> -<div class="verse">Your squadrons to an endless flight of birds</div> -<div class="verse">Aerial, upon due migration bound</div> -<div class="verse">To milder climes; or rather do ye urge</div> -<div class="verse">In caravan your hasty pilgrimage <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">To pause at last on more aspiring heights</div> -<div class="verse">Than these,<a name="FNanchor_248" id="FNanchor_248"></a><a href="#Footnote_248" class="fnanchor">[248]</a> and utter your devotion there</div> -<div class="verse">With thunderous voice? Or are ye jubilant,</div> -<div class="verse">And would ye, tracking your proud lord the Sun,</div> -<div class="verse">Be present at his setting; or the pomp <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of Persian mornings would ye fill, and stand</div> -<div class="verse">Poising your splendours high above the heads</div> -<div class="verse">Of worshippers kneeling to their up-risen God?</div> -<div class="verse">Whence, whence, ye Clouds! this eagerness of speed?</div> -<div class="verse">Speak, silent creatures.—They are gone, are fled, <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">Buried together in yon gloomy mass</div> -<div class="verse">That loads the middle heaven; and clear and bright</div> -<div class="verse">And vacant doth the region which they thronged</div> -<div class="verse">Appear; a calm descent of sky conducting</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Down to the unapproachable abyss, <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">Down to that hidden gulf from which they rose</div> -<div class="verse">To vanish—fleet as days and months and years,</div> -<div class="verse">Fleet as the generations of mankind,</div> -<div class="verse">Power, glory, empire, as the world itself,</div> -<div class="verse">The lingering world, when time hath ceased to be. <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -<div class="verse">But the winds roar, shaking the rooted trees,</div> -<div class="verse">And see! a bright precursor to a train</div> -<div class="verse">Perchance as numerous, overpeers the rock</div> -<div class="verse">That sullenly refuses to partake</div> -<div class="verse">Of the wild impulse. From a fount of life <span class="linenum">45</span></div> -<div class="verse">Invisible, the long procession moves</div> -<div class="verse">Luminous or gloomy, welcome to the vale</div> -<div class="verse">Which they are entering, welcome to mine eye</div> -<div class="verse">That sees them, to my soul that owns in them,</div> -<div class="verse">And in the bosom of the firmament <span class="linenum">50</span></div> -<div class="verse">O’er which they move, wherein they are contained,</div> -<div class="verse">A type of her capacious self and all</div> -<div class="verse">Her restless progeny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent11">A humble walk</div> -<div class="verse">Here is my body doomed to tread, this path,</div> -<div class="verse">A little hoary line and faintly traced,<a name="FNanchor_249" id="FNanchor_249"></a><a href="#Footnote_249" class="fnanchor">[249]</a> <span class="linenum">55</span></div> -<div class="verse">Work, shall we call it, of the shepherd’s foot</div> -<div class="verse">Or of his flock?—joint vestige of them both.</div> -<div class="verse">I pace it unrepining, for my thoughts</div> -<div class="verse">Admit no bondage and my words have wings.</div> -<div class="verse">Where is the Orphean lyre, or Druid harp, <span class="linenum">60</span></div> -<div class="verse">To accompany the verse? The mountain blast</div> -<div class="verse">Shall be our <i>hand</i> of music; he shall sweep</div> -<div class="verse">The rocks, and quivering trees, and billowy lake,</div> -<div class="verse">And search the fibres of the caves, and they</div> -<div class="verse">Shall answer, for our song is of the Clouds <span class="linenum">65</span></div> -<div class="verse">And the wind loves them; and the gentle gales—</div> -<div class="verse">Which by their aid re-clothe the naked lawn</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span> -<div class="verse">With annual verdure, and revive the woods,</div> -<div class="verse">And moisten the parched lips of thirsty flowers—</div> -<div class="verse">Love them; and every idle breeze of air <span class="linenum">70</span></div> -<div class="verse">Bends to the favourite burthen. Moon and stars</div> -<div class="verse">Keep their most solemn vigils when the Clouds</div> -<div class="verse">Watch also, shifting peaceably their place</div> -<div class="verse">Like bands of ministering Spirits, or when they lie,</div> -<div class="verse">As if some Protean art the change had wrought, <span class="linenum">75</span></div> -<div class="verse">In listless quiet o’er the ethereal deep</div> -<div class="verse">Scattered, a Cyclades<a name="FNanchor_250" id="FNanchor_250"></a><a href="#Footnote_250" class="fnanchor">[250]</a> of various shapes</div> -<div class="verse">And all degrees of beauty. O ye Lightnings!</div> -<div class="verse">Ye are their perilous offspring;<a name="FNanchor_251" id="FNanchor_251"></a><a href="#Footnote_251" class="fnanchor">[251]</a> and the Sun—</div> -<div class="verse">Source inexhaustible of life and joy, <span class="linenum">80</span></div> -<div class="verse">And type of man’s far-darting reason, therefore</div> -<div class="verse">In old time worshipped as the god of verse,<a name="FNanchor_252" id="FNanchor_252"></a><a href="#Footnote_252" class="fnanchor">[252]</a></div> -<div class="verse">A blazing intellectual deity—</div> -<div class="verse">Loves his own glory in their looks, and showers</div> -<div class="verse">Upon that unsubstantial brotherhood <span class="linenum">85</span></div> -<div class="verse">Visions with all but beatific light</div> -<div class="verse">Enriched—too transient were they not renewed</div> -<div class="verse">From age to age, and did not, while we gaze</div> -<div class="verse">In silent rapture, credulous desire</div> -<div class="verse">Nourish the hope that memory lacks not power <span class="linenum">90</span></div> -<div class="verse">To keep the treasure unimpaired. Vain thought!</div> -<div class="verse">Yet why repine, created as we are</div> -<div class="verse">For joy and rest, albeit to find them only</div> -<div class="verse">Lodged in the bosom of eternal things?</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_241" id="Footnote_241"></a><a href="#FNanchor_241"><span class="label">[241]</span></a> The title in the edition of 1842 was <i>Address to the Clouds</i>.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_242" id="Footnote_242"></a><a href="#FNanchor_242"><span class="label">[242]</span></a> See the Fenwick note and compare Dorothy Wordsworth’s Grasmere -Journal, 31st January 1802.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_243" id="Footnote_243"></a><a href="#FNanchor_243"><span class="label">[243]</span></a> 1842.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… in …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_244" id="Footnote_244"></a><a href="#FNanchor_244"><span class="label">[244]</span></a> 1842.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… wind</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_245" id="Footnote_245"></a><a href="#FNanchor_245"><span class="label">[245]</span></a> 1842.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… on …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_246" id="Footnote_246"></a><a href="#FNanchor_246"><span class="label">[246]</span></a> 1842.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… over dale and mountain height</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_247" id="Footnote_247"></a><a href="#FNanchor_247"><span class="label">[247]</span></a> 1842.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… mother’s joyous lap?</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_248" id="Footnote_248"></a><a href="#FNanchor_248"><span class="label">[248]</span></a> 1842.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Or come ye as I hailed you first, a Flight</div> -<div class="verse">Aerial, on a due migration bound,</div> -<div class="verse">Embodied travellers not blindly led</div> -<div class="verse">To milder climes; or rather do ye urge</div> -<div class="verse">Your Caravan, your hasty pilgrimage</div> -<div class="verse">With hope to pause at last upon the top</div> -<div class="verse">Of some remoter mountains more beloved</div> -<div class="verse">Than these, …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_249" id="Footnote_249"></a><a href="#FNanchor_249"><span class="label">[249]</span></a> Compare, in the “Poems on the Naming of Places” (1805), the lines -beginning, “When, to the attractions of the busy world,” l. 48—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A hoary pathway traced between the trees.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_250" id="Footnote_250"></a><a href="#FNanchor_250"><span class="label">[250]</span></a> The fifty-three small islands in the Ægean surrounding Delos, as with -a circle (κύκλος)—hence the name.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_251" id="Footnote_251"></a><a href="#FNanchor_251"><span class="label">[251]</span></a> Compare Coleridge’s <i>Hymn before Sunrise in the Vale of Chamouni</i>—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_252" id="Footnote_252"></a><a href="#FNanchor_252"><span class="label">[252]</span></a> Sol = Phoebus = Apollo.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span></p> - -<h3>AIREY-FORCE VALLEY</h3> - -<p class="center">Published 1842</p> - -<p>First published (1842) in “Poems, chiefly of Early and Late -Years.” Afterwards one of the “Poems of the Imagination.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent7">——Not a breath of air</div> -<div class="verse">Ruffles the bosom of this leafy glen.</div> -<div class="verse">From the brook’s margin, wide around, the trees</div> -<div class="verse">Are stedfast as the rocks; the brook itself,</div> -<div class="verse">Old as the hills that feed it from afar, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Doth rather deepen than disturb the calm</div> -<div class="verse">Where all things else are still and motionless.</div> -<div class="verse">And yet, even now, a little breeze, perchance</div> -<div class="verse">Escaped from boisterous winds that rage without,</div> -<div class="verse">Has entered, by the sturdy oaks unfelt, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">But to its gentle touch how sensitive</div> -<div class="verse">Is the light ash! that, pendent from the brow</div> -<div class="verse">Of yon dim cave,<a name="FNanchor_253" id="FNanchor_253"></a><a href="#Footnote_253" class="fnanchor">[253]</a> in seeming silence makes</div> -<div class="verse">A soft eye-music of slow-waving boughs,</div> -<div class="verse">Powerful almost as vocal harmony <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">To stay the wanderer’s steps and soothe his thoughts.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The Aira beck rises on the slopes of Great Dodd, passes -Dockray, and enters Ullswater between Glencoin Park and -Gowbarrow Park, about two miles from the head of the lake. -The Force is quite near to <i>Lyulph’s Tower</i>, where the stream -has a fall of about eighty feet. Compare the reference to it in -<i>The Somnambulist</i> (1833), and Wordsworth’s account of “Aira-Force,” -in his <i>Guide through the District of the Lakes</i>, “Here -is a powerful Brook, which dashes among rocks through a deep -glen, hung on every side with a rich and happy intermixture of -native wood; here are beds of luxuriant fern, aged hawthorns -and hollies decked with honeysuckles; and fallow deer glancing -and bounding over the lawns and through the thickets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_253" id="Footnote_253"></a><a href="#FNanchor_253"><span class="label">[253]</span></a> An ash-tree may still be seen at Aira-Force.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span></p> - -<h3>“LYRE! THOUGH SUCH POWER DO IN THY -MAGIC LIVE”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1842 (or earlier).—Published 1842</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Poems of the Imagination.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lyre! though such power do in thy magic live</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As might from India’s farthest plain</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Recal the not unwilling Maid,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Assist me to detain</div> -<div class="verse indent3">The lovely Fugitive: <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Check with thy notes the impulse which, betrayed</div> -<div class="verse">By her sweet farewell looks, I longed to aid.</div> -<div class="verse">Here let me gaze enrapt upon that eye,</div> -<div class="verse">The impregnable and awe-inspiring fort</div> -<div class="verse">Of contemplation, the calm port <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">By reason fenced from winds that sigh</div> -<div class="verse">Among the restless sails of vanity.</div> -<div class="verse">But if no wish be hers that we should part,</div> -<div class="verse">A humbler bliss would satisfy my heart.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Where all things are so fair, <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">Enough by her dear side to breathe the air</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Of this Elysian weather;</div> -<div class="verse">And, on or in, or near, the brook, espy</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Shade upon the sunshine lying</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Faint and somewhat pensively; <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">And downward Image gaily vying</div> -<div class="verse indent3">With its upright living tree</div> -<div class="verse">’Mid silver clouds, and openings of blue sky</div> -<div class="verse">As soft almost and deep as her cerulean eye.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nor less the joy with many a glance <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Cast up the Stream or down at her beseeching,</div> -<div class="verse">To mark its eddying foam-balls prettily distrest</div> -<div class="verse">By ever-changing shape and want of rest;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent3">Or watch, with mutual teaching,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">The current as it plays <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse indent3">In flashing leaps and stealthy creeps</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Adown a rocky maze;</div> -<div class="verse">Or note (translucent summer’s happiest chance!)</div> -<div class="verse">In the slope-channel floored with pebbles bright,</div> -<div class="verse">Stones of all hues, gem emulous of gem, <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">So vivid that they take from keenest sight</div> -<div class="verse">The liquid veil that seeks not to hide them.<a name="FNanchor_254" id="FNanchor_254"></a><a href="#Footnote_254" class="fnanchor">[254]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_254" id="Footnote_254"></a><a href="#FNanchor_254"><span class="label">[254]</span></a> Compare Wordsworth’s description of the Duddon as “diaphanous, -because it travels slowly,”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>LOVE LIES BLEEDING</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1842.—Published 1842</p> - -<p>[It has been said that the English, though their country has -produced so many great poets, is now the most unpoetical nation -in Europe. It is probably true; for they have more temptation -to become so than any other European people. Trade, commerce, -and manufactures, physical science, and mechanic arts, -out of which so much wealth has arisen, have made our countrymen -infinitely less sensible to movements of imagination and -fancy than were our forefathers in their simple state of society. -How touching and beautiful were, in most instances, the names -they gave to our indigenous flowers, or any other they were -familiarly acquainted with!—Every month for many years have -we been importing plants and flowers from all quarters of the -globe, many of which are spread through our gardens, and some -perhaps likely to be met with on the few Commons which we -have left. Will their botanical names ever be displaced by -plain English appellations, which will bring them home to our -hearts by connexion with our joys and sorrows? It can never -be, unless society treads back her steps towards those simplicities -which have been banished by the undue influence of towns -spreading and spreading in every direction, so that city-life with -every generation takes more and more the lead of rural. Among -the ancients, villages were reckoned the seats of barbarism. -Refinement, for the most part false, increases the desire to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span> -accumulate wealth; and while theories of political economy are -boastfully pleading for the practice, inhumanity pervades all our -dealings in buying and selling. This selfishness wars against -disinterested imagination in all directions, and, evils coming -round in a circle, barbarism spreads in every quarter of our -island. Oh for the reign of justice, and then the humblest -man among us would have more power and dignity in and about -him than the highest have now!—I.F.]</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Poems of the Fancy.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">You call it, “Love lies bleeding,”—so you may,<a name="FNanchor_255" id="FNanchor_255"></a><a href="#Footnote_255" class="fnanchor">[255]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Though the red Flower, not prostrate, only droops,</div> -<div class="verse">As we have seen it here from day to day,</div> -<div class="verse">From month to month, life passing not away:</div> -<div class="verse">A flower how rich in sadness! Even thus stoops, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">(Sentient by Grecian sculpture’s marvellous power)</div> -<div class="verse">Thus leans, with hanging brow and body bent</div> -<div class="verse">Earthward in uncomplaining languishment,</div> -<div class="verse">The dying Gladiator. So, sad Flower!</div> -<div class="verse">(’Tis Fancy guides me willing to be led, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Though by a slender thread,)</div> -<div class="verse">So drooped Adonis bathed in sanguine dew</div> -<div class="verse">Of his death-wound, when he from innocent air</div> -<div class="verse">The gentlest breath of resignation drew;</div> -<div class="verse">While Venus in a passion of despair <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">Rent, weeping over him, her golden hair</div> -<div class="verse">Spangled with drops of that celestial shower.</div> -<div class="verse">She suffered, as Immortals sometimes do;</div> -<div class="verse">But pangs more lasting far, <i>that</i> Lover knew</div> -<div class="verse">Who first, weighed down by scorn, in some lone bower <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">Did press this semblance of unpitied smart</div> -<div class="verse">Into the service of his constant heart,</div> -<div class="verse">His own dejection, downcast Flower! could share</div> -<div class="verse">With thine, and gave the mournful name which thou wilt ever bear.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_255" id="Footnote_255"></a><a href="#FNanchor_255"><span class="label">[255]</span></a> Compare <i>Midsummer Night’s Dream</i>, act II. scene i. ll. 165-168.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span></p> - -<h3>“THEY CALL IT LOVE LIES BLEEDING! -RATHER SAY”</h3> - -<p>The previous poem was originally composed in sonnet form; -and it belongs, in that form, to the year 1833. It occurs in a -MS. copy of the sonnets which record the Tour of 1833 to -the Isle of Man and to Scotland.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They call it Love lies bleeding! rather say</div> -<div class="verse">That in this crimson Flower Love bleeding <i>droops</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">A Flower how sick in sadness! Thus it stoops</div> -<div class="verse">With languid head unpropped from day to day</div> -<div class="verse">From month to month, life passing not away. <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Even so the dying Gladiator leans</div> -<div class="verse">On mother earth, and from his patience gleans</div> -<div class="verse">Relics of tender thoughts, regrets that stay</div> -<div class="verse">A moment and are gone. O fate-bowed flower!</div> -<div class="verse">Fair as Adonis bathed in sanguine dew, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of his death-wound, <i>that</i> Lover’s heart was true</div> -<div class="verse">As heaven, who pierced by scorn in some lone bower</div> -<div class="verse">Could press thy semblance of unpitied smart</div> -<div class="verse">Into the service of his constant heart.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>COMPANION TO THE FOREGOING</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed (?)<a name="FNanchor_256" id="FNanchor_256"></a><a href="#Footnote_256" class="fnanchor">[256]</a>—Published 1845</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Never enlivened with the liveliest ray</div> -<div class="verse">That fosters growth or checks or cheers decay,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor by the heaviest rain-drops more deprest,</div> -<div class="verse">This Flower, that first appeared as summer’s guest,</div> -<div class="verse">Preserves her beauty ’mid autumnal leaves <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">And to her mournful habits fondly cleaves.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When files of stateliest plants have ceased to bloom,</div> -<div class="verse">One after one submitting to their doom,</div> -<div class="verse">When her coevals each and all are fled,</div> -<div class="verse">What keeps her thus reclined upon her lonesome bed? <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">The old mythologists, more impress’d than we</div> -<div class="verse">Of this late day by character in tree</div> -<div class="verse">Or herb, that claimed peculiar sympathy,</div> -<div class="verse">Or by the silent lapse of fountain clear,</div> -<div class="verse">Or with the language of the viewless air <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">By bird or beast made vocal, sought a cause</div> -<div class="verse">To solve the mystery, not in Nature’s laws</div> -<div class="verse">But in Man’s fortunes. Hence a thousand tales</div> -<div class="verse">Sung to the plaintive lyre in Grecian vales.</div> -<div class="verse">Nor doubt that something of their spirit swayed <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">The fancy-stricken Youth or heart-sick Maid,</div> -<div class="verse">Who, while each stood companionless and eyed</div> -<div class="verse">This undeparting Flower in crimson dyed,</div> -<div class="verse">Thought of a wound which death is slow to cure,</div> -<div class="verse">A fate that has endured and will endure, <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">And, patience coveting yet passion feeding,</div> -<div class="verse">Called the dejected Lingerer, <i>Love lies bleeding</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_256" id="Footnote_256"></a><a href="#FNanchor_256"><span class="label">[256]</span></a> The date of the composition of this poem is uncertain, but, as “companion” -to <i>Love lies Bleeding</i>, it must be placed in immediate succession to -it.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>THE CUCKOO-CLOCK</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1842.—Published 1842</p> - -<p>[Of this clock I have nothing further to say than what the -poem expresses, except that it must be here recorded that it -was a present from the dear friend for whose sake these notes -were chiefly undertaken, and who has written them from my -dictation.—I.F.]</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Poems of the Imagination.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Wouldst thou be taught, when sleep has taken flight,</div> -<div class="verse">By a sure voice that can most sweetly tell,</div> -<div class="verse">How far-off yet a glimpse of morning light,</div> -<div class="verse">And if to lure the truant back be well,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Forbear to covet a Repeater’s stroke, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">That, answering to thy touch, will sound the hour;</div> -<div class="verse">Better provide thee with a Cuckoo-clock</div> -<div class="verse">For service hung behind thy chamber-door;</div> -<div class="verse">And in due time the soft spontaneous shock,</div> -<div class="verse">The double note, as if with living power, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Will to composure lead—or make thee blithe as bird in bower.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">List, Cuckoo—Cuckoo!—oft tho’ tempests howl,</div> -<div class="verse">Or nipping frost remind thee trees are bare,</div> -<div class="verse">How cattle pine, and droop the shivering fowl,</div> -<div class="verse">Thy spirits will seem to feed on balmy air: <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">I speak with knowledge,—by that Voice beguiled,</div> -<div class="verse">Thou wilt salute old memories as they throng</div> -<div class="verse">Into thy heart; and fancies, running wild</div> -<div class="verse">Through fresh green fields, and budding groves among,</div> -<div class="verse">Will make thee happy, happy as a child; <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of sunshine wilt thou think, and flowers, and song,</div> -<div class="verse">And breathe as in a world where nothing can go wrong.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And know—that, even for him who shuns the day</div> -<div class="verse">And nightly tosses on a bed of pain;</div> -<div class="verse">Whose joys, from all but memory swept away, <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Must come unhoped for, if they come again;</div> -<div class="verse">Know—that, for him whose waking thoughts, severe</div> -<div class="verse">As his distress is sharp, would scorn my theme,</div> -<div class="verse">The mimic notes, striking upon his ear</div> -<div class="verse">In sleep, and intermingling with his dream, <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">Could from sad regions send him to a dear</div> -<div class="verse">Delightful land of verdure, shower and gleam,</div> -<div class="verse">To mock the <i>wandering</i> Voice<a name="FNanchor_257" id="FNanchor_257"></a><a href="#Footnote_257" class="fnanchor">[257]</a> beside some haunted stream.<a name="FNanchor_258" id="FNanchor_258"></a><a href="#Footnote_258" class="fnanchor">[258]</a></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O bounty without measure! while the grace</div> -<div class="verse">Of Heaven doth in such wise, from humblest springs, <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">Pour pleasure forth, and solaces that trace</div> -<div class="verse">A mazy course along familiar things,</div> -<div class="verse">Well may our hearts have faith that blessings come,</div> -<div class="verse">Streaming from founts above the starry sky,</div> -<div class="verse">With angels when their own untroubled home <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -<div class="verse">They leave, and speed on nightly embassy</div> -<div class="verse">To visit earthly chambers,—and for whom?</div> -<div class="verse">Yea, both for souls who God’s forbearance try,</div> -<div class="verse">And those that seek his help, and for his mercy sigh.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_257" id="Footnote_257"></a><a href="#FNanchor_257"><span class="label">[257]</span></a> Compare <i>To the Cuckoo</i> (vol. ii. p. 289)—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,</div> -<div class="verse">Or but a wandering Voice?</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_258" id="Footnote_258"></a><a href="#FNanchor_258"><span class="label">[258]</span></a> Professor Dowden has appropriately called attention to the fact that the -cuckoo-clock at Rydal Mount was not stopped during Wordsworth’s last -illness.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>“WANSFELL! THIS HOUSEHOLD HAS A -FAVOURED LOT”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1842.—Published 1845</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Wansfell!<a name="FNanchor_259" id="FNanchor_259"></a><a href="#Footnote_259" class="fnanchor">[259]</a> this Household has a favoured lot,</div> -<div class="verse">Living with liberty on thee to gaze,</div> -<div class="verse">To watch while Morn first crowns thee with her rays,</div> -<div class="verse">Or when along thy breast serenely float</div> -<div class="verse">Evening’s angelic clouds. Yet ne’er a note <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Hath sounded (shame upon the Bard!) thy praise</div> -<div class="verse">For all that thou, as if from heaven, hast brought</div> -<div class="verse">Of glory lavished on our quiet days.</div> -<div class="verse">Bountiful Son of Earth! when we are gone</div> -<div class="verse">From every object dear to mortal sight, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">As soon we shall be, may these words attest</div> -<div class="verse">How oft, to elevate our spirits, shone</div> -<div class="verse">Thy visionary majesties of light,</div> -<div class="verse">How in thy pensive glooms our hearts found rest.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Dec. 24, 1842.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_259" id="Footnote_259"></a><a href="#FNanchor_259"><span class="label">[259]</span></a> The Hill that rises to the south-east, above Ambleside.—W.W. 1842.</p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span></p> - -<h3>“THOUGH THE BOLD WINGS OF POESY -AFFECT”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed (?)—Published 1842</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Though the bold wings of Poesy affect</div> -<div class="verse">The clouds, and wheel around the mountain tops</div> -<div class="verse">Rejoicing, from her loftiest height she drops</div> -<div class="verse">Well pleased to skim the plain with wild flowers deckt,</div> -<div class="verse">Or muse in solemn grove whose shades protect <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">The lingering dew—there steals along, or stops</div> -<div class="verse">Watching the least small bird that round her hops,</div> -<div class="verse">Or creeping worm, with sensitive respect.</div> -<div class="verse">Her functions are they therefore less divine,</div> -<div class="verse">Her thoughts less deep, or void of grave intent <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Her simplest fancies? Should that fear be thine,</div> -<div class="verse">Aspiring Votary, ere thy hand present</div> -<div class="verse">One offering, kneel before her modest shrine,</div> -<div class="verse">With brow in penitential sorrow bent!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>“GLAD SIGHT WHEREVER NEW WITH OLD”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1842.<a name="FNanchor_260" id="FNanchor_260"></a><a href="#Footnote_260" class="fnanchor">[260]</a>—Published 1845</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Poems of the Fancy.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Glad sight wherever new with old<a name="FNanchor_261" id="FNanchor_261"></a><a href="#Footnote_261" class="fnanchor">[261]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Is joined through some dear homeborn tie;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The life<a name="FNanchor_262" id="FNanchor_262"></a><a href="#Footnote_262" class="fnanchor">[262]</a> of all that we behold</div> -<div class="verse">Depends upon that mystery.</div> -<div class="verse">Vain is the glory of the sky,<a name="FNanchor_263" id="FNanchor_263"></a><a href="#Footnote_263" class="fnanchor">[263]</a> <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">The beauty vain of field and grove,</div> -<div class="verse">Unless, while with admiring eye<a name="FNanchor_264" id="FNanchor_264"></a><a href="#Footnote_264" class="fnanchor">[264]</a></div> -<div class="verse">We gaze, we also learn to love.<a name="FNanchor_265" id="FNanchor_265"></a><a href="#Footnote_265" class="fnanchor">[265]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_260" id="Footnote_260"></a><a href="#FNanchor_260"><span class="label">[260]</span></a> A MS. copy of this fragment in Wordsworth’s handwriting, 31st December -1842, fixes the date approximately.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_261" id="Footnote_261"></a><a href="#FNanchor_261"><span class="label">[261]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Look up, look round, let things unfold</div> -<div class="verse">Far as they may, their mysteries;</div> -<div class="verse">What profits it if new with old</div> -<div class="verse">Unites not with some homeborn ties.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span> 31st Dec. 1842.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Welcome the sight when new with old</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">C.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Glad sight it is when new with old</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span> 1843.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_262" id="Footnote_262"></a><a href="#FNanchor_262"><span class="label">[262]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The good …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">C.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_263" id="Footnote_263"></a><a href="#FNanchor_263"><span class="label">[263]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… skies,</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span> 1843.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_264" id="Footnote_264"></a><a href="#FNanchor_264"><span class="label">[264]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… eyes</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span> 1843.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_265" id="Footnote_265"></a><a href="#FNanchor_265"><span class="label">[265]</span></a> Compare the lines addressed to Mrs. Wordsworth in 1824, beginning—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">True beauty dwells in deep retreats.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ch1843">1843</h2> - -<p>Two sonnets, and an <i>Inscription</i> for a monument to Southey, -were written in 1843.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<h3>“WHILE BEAMS OF ORIENT LIGHT SHOOT -WIDE AND HIGH”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1st January 1843.—Published 1845</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">While beams of orient light shoot wide and high,</div> -<div class="verse">Deep in the vale a little rural Town<a name="FNanchor_266" id="FNanchor_266"></a><a href="#Footnote_266" class="fnanchor">[266]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Breathes forth a cloud-like creature of its own,</div> -<div class="verse">That mounts not toward the radiant morning sky,</div> -<div class="verse">But, with a less ambitious sympathy, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Hangs o’er its Parent waking to the cares</div> -<div class="verse">Troubles and toils that every day prepares.</div> -<div class="verse">So Fancy, to the musing Poet’s eye,</div> -<div class="verse">Endears that Lingerer. And how blest her sway<a name="FNanchor_267" id="FNanchor_267"></a><a href="#Footnote_267" class="fnanchor">[267]</a></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span> -<div class="verse">(Like influence never may my soul reject)<a name="FNanchor_268" id="FNanchor_268"></a><a href="#Footnote_268" class="fnanchor">[268]</a> <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">If the calm Heaven, now to its zenith decked<a name="FNanchor_269" id="FNanchor_269"></a><a href="#Footnote_269" class="fnanchor">[269]</a></div> -<div class="verse">With glorious forms in numberless array,</div> -<div class="verse">To the lone shepherd on the hills disclose</div> -<div class="verse">Gleams from<a name="FNanchor_270" id="FNanchor_270"></a><a href="#Footnote_270" class="fnanchor">[270]</a> a world in which the saints repose.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Jan. 1, 1843.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_266" id="Footnote_266"></a><a href="#FNanchor_266"><span class="label">[266]</span></a> Ambleside.—W.W. 1845.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_267" id="Footnote_267"></a><a href="#FNanchor_267"><span class="label">[267]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… And blessed be her sway</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So Fancy charms the musing Poet’s eye</div> -<div class="verse">Fixed on that Lingerer …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">C.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_268" id="Footnote_268"></a><a href="#FNanchor_268"><span class="label">[268]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ne’er may my soul like influence reject.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span>†</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_269" id="Footnote_269"></a><a href="#FNanchor_269"><span class="label">[269]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Endear that Lingerer. And how blest her sway,</div> -<div class="verse">The faith how pure and holy in effect,</div> -<div class="verse">If the calm Heavens, now to their summit decked</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span>†</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_270" id="Footnote_270"></a><a href="#FNanchor_270"><span class="label">[270]</span></a></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… of …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span>†</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<p>† These MS. variants occur in a copy of the sonnet written by Wordsworth -for Mrs. Arnold at Foxhowe.</p> - -<h3>INSCRIPTION<br /> -<span class="smcap">For a Monument in Crosthwaite Church, in -the Vale of Keswick</span></h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1843.—Published 1845</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Epitaphs and Elegiac Pieces.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ye vales and hills whose beauty hither drew</div> -<div class="verse">The poet’s steps, and fixed him here, on you,</div> -<div class="verse">His eyes have closed! And ye, lov’d books, no more</div> -<div class="verse">Shall Southey feed upon your precious lore,</div> -<div class="verse">To works that ne’er shall forfeit their renown <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Adding immortal labours of his own—</div> -<div class="verse">Whether he traced historic truth, with zeal</div> -<div class="verse">For the State’s guidance, or the Church’s weal,</div> -<div class="verse">Or Fancy, disciplined by studious art,</div> -<div class="verse">Inform’d his pen, or wisdom of the heart, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Or judgments sanctioned in the Patriot’s mind</div> -<div class="verse">By reverence for the rights of all mankind.</div> -<div class="verse">Wide were his aims, yet in no human breast</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Could private feelings meet for holier rest.</div> -<div class="verse">His joys, his griefs, have vanished like a cloud <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">From Skiddaw’s top; but he to heaven was vowed</div> -<div class="verse">Through his industrious life, and Christian faith</div> -<div class="verse">Calmed in his soul the fear of change and death.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>I received, from the late Lord Coleridge, the following -extracts from letters written by Wordsworth to his father, the -Hon. Justice Coleridge, in reference to the Southey Inscription -in Crosthwaite Church. Wordsworth seems to have submitted -the proposed Inscription to Mr. Coleridge’s judgment, and the -changes he made upon it, in deference to the opinions he -received, shew, as Lord Coleridge says, “the extreme care -Wordsworth took to have the substance, and the expression also, -as perfect as he could make it.” The original draft of the -“Inscription” was as follows:—</p> - -<div class="blockquote"> - -<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Sacred to the Memory of Robert Southey, whose mortal -remains are interred in the adjoining Churchyard. -He was born at Bristol, October ye 4th, 1774, And -died, after a residence of nearly forty years, at -Greta Hall in this Parish. March 21st, 1843.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ye Vales and Hills, whose beauty hither drew</div> -<div class="verse">The Poet’s steps, and fixed him here, on you</div> -<div class="verse">His eyes have closed; and ye, loved Books, no more</div> -<div class="verse">Shall Southey feed upon your precious lore,</div> -<div class="verse">To Works that ne’er shall forfeit their renown</div> -<div class="verse">Adding immortal labours of his own,</div> -<div class="verse">As Fancy, disciplined by studious Art</div> -<div class="verse">Informed his pen, or Wisdom of the heart,</div> -<div class="verse">Or judgments rooted in a Patriot’s mind</div> -<div class="verse">Taught to revere the rights of all mankind.</div> -<div class="verse">Friends, Family—ah wherefore touch that string,</div> -<div class="verse">To them <i>so</i> fondly did the good man cling!</div> -<div class="verse">His joys, his griefs, have vanished like a cloud</div> -<div class="verse">From Skiddaw’s top; but He to Heaven was vowed</div> -<div class="verse">Through a long life; and calmed by Christian faith,</div> -<div class="verse">In his pure soul, the fear of change and death.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hanging">This Memorial was erected by friends of Robert Southey.</p> - -</div> - -<p>Alteration in the Epitaph—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent11">… He to Heaven was vowed</div> -<div class="verse">Through a life long and pure; and Christian faith</div> -<div class="verse">Calmed in his soul the fear of change and death.—W.W.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span></p> - -<div class="blockquote"> - -<p class="right">December the 6th.</p> - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">My dear Mr. Justice Coleridge</span>,</p> - -<p>Notwithstanding what I have written before, I -could not but wish to meet <i>your wishes</i> upon the points which -you mentioned, and, accordingly, have added and altered as on -the other side of this paper. If you approve don’t trouble -yourself to answer.</p> - -<p class="center">Ever faithfully yours,</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">W. Wordsworth</span>.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ye torrents, foaming down the rocky steeps,</div> -<div class="verse">Ye lakes, wherein the spirit of water sleeps,</div> -<div class="verse">Ye vales and hills, etc.</div> -<div class="verse">Or judgments sanctioned in the Patriot’s mind</div> -<div class="verse">By reverence for the rights of all mankind.</div> -<div class="verse">Friends, Family—within no human breast</div> -<div class="verse">Could private feelings need a holier nest.</div> -<div class="verse">His joys, his griefs, have vanished.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>These alterations are approved of by friends here, and I hope -will please you.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="blockquote"> - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">My dear Mr. Justice Coleridge</span>,</p> - -<p>Pray accept my thanks for the pains you have taken -with the Inscription, and excuse the few words I shall have to -say upon your remarks. There are two lakes in the Vale of -Keswick; both which, along with the lateral Vale of Newlands -immediately opposite Southey’s study window, will be included -in the words “Ye <i>Vales</i> and Hills” by everyone who is familiar -with the neighbourhood.</p> - -<p>I quite agree with you that the construction of the lines that -particularize his writings is rendered awkward by so many -participles passive, and the more so on account of the transitive -verb <i>informed</i>. One of these participles may be got rid of, -and, I think, a better couplet produced by this alteration—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Or judgments sanctioned in the Patriot’s mind</div> -<div class="verse">By reverence for the rights of all mankind.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>As I have entered into particulars as to the character of S.’s -writings, and they are so various, I thought his historic works -ought by no means to be omitted, and therefore, though unwilling -to lengthen the Epitaph, I added the two following—</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent11">… Labours of his own,</div> -<div class="verse">Whether he traced historic truth with zeal</div> -<div class="verse">For the State’s guidance, or the Church’s weal,</div> -<div class="verse">Or Fancy, disciplined by studious Art,</div> -<div class="verse">Informed his pen, or wisdom of the heart,</div> -<div class="verse">Or judgments sanctioned in the Patriot’s mind</div> -<div class="verse">By reverence for the rights of all mankind.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>I do not feel with you in respect to the word “so”; it -refers, of course, to the preceding line, and as the reference is -to fireside feelings and intimate friends, there appears to me a -propriety in an expression inclining to the colloquial. The -couplet was the dictate of my own feelings, and the construction -is accordingly broken and rather dramatic,—but too much of -this. If you have any objection to the couplet as altered, be -so kind as let me know; if not, on no account trouble yourself -to answer this letter.</p> - -<p><i>Prematurely</i> I object to as you do. I used the word with -reference to that decay of faculties which is not uncommon in -advanced life, and which often leads to dotage,—but the word -must not be retained.</p> - -<p>We regret much to hear that Lady Coleridge is unwell, pray -present to her our best wishes.</p> - -<p>What could induce the Bishop of London to forbid the -choral service at St. Mark’s? It was in execution, I understand, -above all praise.</p> - -<p class="center">Ever most faithfully yours,</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">W. Wordsworth</span>.</p> - -<p class="noindent"><i>December 2nd, ’43.</i></p> - -</div> - -<div class="blockquote"> - -<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">My dear Mr. Justice Coleridge</span>,</p> - -<p>The first line would certainly have more spirit by -reading “your” as you suggest. I had previously considered -<i>that</i>; but decided in favour of “the,” as “your,” I thought, -would clog the sentence in sound, there being “ye” thrice -repeated, and followed by “<i>you</i>” at the close of the 4th line. -I also thought that “<i>your</i>” would interfere with the application -of “you” at the end of the fourth line, to the <i>whole</i> of the -particular previous images as I intended it to do. But I don’t -trouble you with this Letter on that account, but merely to ask -you whether the couplet now standing:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Large were his aims, yet in no human breast</div> -<div class="verse">Could private feelings find a holier nest,</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span></p> - -<p class="noindent">would not be better thus</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Could private feelings meet in holier rest.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">This alteration does not quite satisfy me, but I can do no better. -The word “<i>nest</i>” both in itself and in conjunction with -“<i>holier</i>” seems to me somewhat bold and rather startling for -marble, particularly in a Church. I should not have thought -of any alteration in a merely printed poem, but this makes a -difference. If you think the proposed alteration better, don’t -trouble yourself to answer this; if not, pray be so kind as to -tell me so by a single line. I would not on any account have -trespassed on your time but for this public occasion. We are -sorry to hear of Lady Coleridge’s indisposition; pray present -to her our kind regards and best wishes for her recovery, united -with the greetings of the season both for her and yourself, and -believe me faithfully,</p> - -<p class="center">Your obliged,</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Wm. Wordsworth</span>.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Rydal Mount</span>, <i>December 23rd, ’43</i>.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="blockquote"> - -<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">To the Memory of Robert Southey, a Man eminent for -genius, versatile talents, extensive and accurate -knowledge, and habits of the most conscientious -industry. Nor was he less distinguished for strict -temperance, pure benevolence, and warm affections; -but his Mind, such are the awful dispensations -of Providence, was prematurely and almost -totally obscured by a slowly-working and inscrutable -malady under which he languished until -released by death in the 69th year of his age.</span></p> - -<p class="indented"><span class="smcap">Reader! ponder the condition to which this -great and good Man, not without merciful alleviations, -was doomed, and learn from his example -to make timely use of thy endowments and opportunities, -and to walk humbly with thy God.</span></p> - -<h4>COPY OF THE PRINTED INSCRIPTION</h4> - -<p class="hanging"><span class="smcap">Sacred to the Memory of Robert Southey, whose mortal -remains are interred in the adjoining churchyard. -He was born at Bristol, October 4th, 1774, and died -after a residence of nearly 40 years at Greta -Hall, in this Parish, March 21st, 1843.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ye torrents, foaming down the rocky steeps,</div> -<div class="verse">Ye lakes, wherein the spirit of water sleeps,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Ye vales and hills, whose beauty hither drew</div> -<div class="verse">The Poet’s steps and fixed him here, on you</div> -<div class="verse">His eyes have closed! and ye, loved books, no more</div> -<div class="verse">Shall Southey feed upon your precious lore,</div> -<div class="verse">To works that ne’er shall forfeit their renown</div> -<div class="verse">Adding immortal labours of his own—</div> -<div class="verse">Whether he traced historic truth, with zeal</div> -<div class="verse">For the State’s guidance or the Church’s weal,</div> -<div class="verse">Or Fancy, disciplined by studious art,</div> -<div class="verse">Informed his pen, or wisdom of the heart,</div> -<div class="verse">Or judgments sanctioned in the Patriot’s mind</div> -<div class="verse">By reverence for the rights of all mankind.</div> -<div class="verse">Wide were his aims, yet in no human breast</div> -<div class="verse">Could private feelings find a holier nest.</div> -<div class="verse">His joys, his griefs, have vanished like a cloud</div> -<div class="verse">From Skiddaw’s top; but he to Heaven was vowed</div> -<div class="verse">Through a long life, and calmed by Christian faith,</div> -<div class="verse">In his pure soul, the fear of change and death.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>This Memorial was erected by friends of Robert Southey.</p> - -</div> - -<p>Edward Quillinan wrote, 25th March 1843, “Yesterday I -drove Mr. Wordsworth early over to Keswick, that he and -I might attend the funeral of Mr. Southey, who was buried in -Crosthwaite churchyard there at eleven <span class="smcap">A.M.</span> It was very affecting -to see Kate Southey with her brother Cuthbert, and brother-in-law -Herbert Hill, at her father’s grave as the coffin was lowered -into it. She looked as if she yearned to be there too. She -says she has now got her father back again.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<h3>TO THE REV. CHRISTOPHER WORDSWORTH, -D.D., MASTER OF HARROW SCHOOL<a name="FNanchor_271" id="FNanchor_271"></a><a href="#Footnote_271" class="fnanchor">[271]</a><br /> -After the perusal of his <i>Theophilus Anglicanus</i>, recently -published.</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1843.—Published 1845</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Enlightened Teacher, gladly from thy hand</div> -<div class="verse">Have I received this proof of pains bestowed</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span> -<div class="verse">By Thee to guide thy Pupils on the road</div> -<div class="verse">That, in our native isle, and every land,</div> -<div class="verse">The Church, when trusting in divine command <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">And in her Catholic attributes, hath trod:</div> -<div class="verse">O may these lessons be with profit scanned</div> -<div class="verse">To thy heart’s wish, thy labour blest by God!</div> -<div class="verse">So the bright faces of the young and gay</div> -<div class="verse">Shall look more bright—the happy, happier still; <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Catch, in the pauses of their keenest play,</div> -<div class="verse">Motions of thought which elevate the will</div> -<div class="verse">And, like the Spire that from your classic Hill</div> -<div class="verse">Points heavenward, indicate the end and way.</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Rydal Mount</span>, <i>Dec. 11, 1843</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_271" id="Footnote_271"></a><a href="#FNanchor_271"><span class="label">[271]</span></a> The poet’s nephew, afterwards Canon of Westminster, and Bishop of -Lincoln, and the biographer of his uncle.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ch1844">1844</h2> - -<p>Only four poems were written in 1844.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<h3>“SO FAIR, SO SWEET, WITHAL SO -SENSITIVE”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed July 1844.—Published 1845</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Poems of Sentiment and Reflection.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive,</div> -<div class="verse">Would that the little Flowers were born to live,</div> -<div class="verse">Conscious of half the pleasure which they give;</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That to this mountain-daisy’s self were known<a name="FNanchor_272" id="FNanchor_272"></a><a href="#Footnote_272" class="fnanchor">[272]</a></div> -<div class="verse">The beauty of its star-shaped shadow, thrown <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">On the smooth surface of this<a name="FNanchor_273" id="FNanchor_273"></a><a href="#Footnote_273" class="fnanchor">[273]</a> naked stone!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And what if hence a bold desire should mount</div> -<div class="verse">High as the Sun, that he could take account</div> -<div class="verse">Of all that issues from his glorious fount!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So might he ken how by his sovereign aid <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">These delicate companionships are made;</div> -<div class="verse">And how he rules the pomp of light and shade;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And were the Sister-power that shines by night</div> -<div class="verse">So privileged, what a countenance of delight</div> -<div class="verse">Would through the clouds break forth on human sight! <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fond fancies! wheresoe’er shall turn thine eye</div> -<div class="verse">On earth, air, ocean, or the starry sky,</div> -<div class="verse">Converse with Nature in pure sympathy;<a name="FNanchor_274" id="FNanchor_274"></a><a href="#Footnote_274" class="fnanchor">[274]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">All vain desires, all lawless wishes quelled,</div> -<div class="verse">Be Thou to love and praise alike impelled, <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">Whatever boon is granted or withheld.<a name="FNanchor_275" id="FNanchor_275"></a><a href="#Footnote_275" class="fnanchor">[275]</a><a name="FNanchor_276" id="FNanchor_276"></a><a href="#Footnote_276" class="fnanchor">[276]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_272" id="Footnote_272"></a><a href="#FNanchor_272"><span class="label">[272]</span></a> Compare the lines <i>To a Child, written in her Album</i>, in 1834.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_273" id="Footnote_273"></a><a href="#FNanchor_273"><span class="label">[273]</span></a> 1844.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Its sole companion on this</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">C.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_274" id="Footnote_274"></a><a href="#FNanchor_274"><span class="label">[274]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fond fancies’ bond, between a smile and sigh,</div> -<div class="verse">Do thou more wise, where’er thou turn’st thine eye</div> -<div class="verse">Converse with Nature in pure sympathy.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">C.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent11">… be taught to fix an eye</div> -<div class="verse">On holy Nature in pure sympathy.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">C.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fond fancies, wheresoe’er shall range thine eye</div> -<div class="verse">Among the forms and powers of earth or sky,</div> -<div class="verse">Converse with Nature in pure sympathy.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">C.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_275" id="Footnote_275"></a><a href="#FNanchor_275"><span class="label">[275]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A thankful heart all lawless wishes quelled,</div> -<div class="verse">To joy, to praise, to love alike compelled,</div> -<div class="verse">Whatever boon be granted or withheld.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">C.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The following variation of the two last stanzas is from a MS. -copy by Wordsworth.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fond fancies! wheresoe’er shall range thine eye</div> -<div class="verse">Among the forms and powers of earth and sky,</div> -<div class="verse">Converse with nature in pure sympathy.</div> -<div class="verse">A thankful heart, all lawless wishes quell’d,</div> -<div class="verse">To joy, to praise, to love alike compell’d,</div> -<div class="verse">Whatever boon be granted or withheld.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><i>August, 1844.</i>—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_276" id="Footnote_276"></a><a href="#FNanchor_276"><span class="label">[276]</span></a> The following account of the circumstance which gave rise to the preceding -poem is from the <i>Memoir</i> of Professor Archer Butler, by Mr. Woodward, -prefixed to the “First Series” of his Sermons. The late Rev. -Archdeacon Graves, of Dublin (in 1849 of Windermere), in writing to Mr. -Woodward, gives an interesting account of a walk, in July 1844, from -Windermere, by Rydal and Grasmere, to Loughrigg Tarn, etc., in which -Butler was accompanied by Wordsworth, Julius Charles Hare, Sir William -Hamilton, etc. He says, “The day was additionally memorable as giving -birth to an interesting minor poem of Mr. Wordsworth’s. When we -reached the side of Loughrigg Tarn (which you may remember he notes for -its similarity, in the peculiar character of its beauty, to the Lago di Nemi—Dianae -Speculum), the loveliness of the scene arrested our steps and fixed -our gaze. The splendour of a July noon surrounded us and lit up the -landscape, with the Langdale Pikes soaring above, and the bright tarn -shining beneath; and when the poet’s eyes were satisfied with their feast on -the beauties familiar to them, they sought relief in the search, to them a -happy vital habit, for new beauty in the flower-enamelled turf at his feet. -There his attention was arrested by a fair smooth stone, of the size of an -ostrich’s egg, seeming to imbed at its centre, and at the same time to display -a dark star-shaped fossil of most distinct outline. Upon closer inspection -this proved to be the shadow of a daisy projected upon it with extraordinary -precision by the intense light of an almost vertical sun. The poet drew the -attention of the rest of the party to the minute but beautiful phenomenon, -and gave expression at the time to thoughts suggested by it, which so -interested our friend Professor Butler, that he plucked the tiny flower, and, -saying that “it should be not only the theme but the memorial of the -thought they had heard,” bestowed it somewhere carefully for preservation. -The little poem, in which some of these thoughts were afterwards crystallised, -commences with the stanza—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive,</div> -<div class="verse">Would that the little flowers were born to live,</div> -<div class="verse">Conscious of half the pleasure that they give.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><i>Memoir</i>, pp. 27, 28.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span></p> - -<h3>ON THE PROJECTED KENDAL AND -WINDERMERE RAILWAY</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed October 12, 1844.—Published 1844<a name="FNanchor_277" id="FNanchor_277"></a><a href="#Footnote_277" class="fnanchor">[277]</a></p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Is then no nook of English ground secure</div> -<div class="verse">From rash assault?<a name="FNanchor_278" id="FNanchor_278"></a><a href="#Footnote_278" class="fnanchor">[278]</a> Schemes of retirement sown</div> -<div class="verse">In youth, and ’mid the busy world kept pure</div> -<div class="verse">As when their earliest flowers of hope were blown,</div> -<div class="verse">Must perish;—how can they this blight endure? <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">And must he too the ruthless change bemoan</div> -<div class="verse">Who scorns a false utilitarian lure</div> -<div class="verse">’Mid his paternal fields at random thrown?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Baffle the threat, bright Scene, from Orrest-head<a name="FNanchor_279" id="FNanchor_279"></a><a href="#Footnote_279" class="fnanchor">[279]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Given to the pausing traveller’s rapturous glance: <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Plead for thy peace, thou beautiful romance</div> -<div class="verse">Of nature; and, if human hearts be dead,</div> -<div class="verse">Speak, passing winds; ye torrents, with your strong</div> -<div class="verse">And constant voice, protest against the wrong.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>October 12th, 1844.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_277" id="Footnote_277"></a><a href="#FNanchor_277"><span class="label">[277]</span></a> In the first edition of his pamphlet “On the projected Kendal and -Windermere Railway.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_278" id="Footnote_278"></a><a href="#FNanchor_278"><span class="label">[278]</span></a> The degree and kind of attachment which many of the yeomanry feel -to their small inheritances can scarcely be over-rated. Near the house of -one of them stands a magnificent tree, which a neighbour of the owner -advised him to fell for profit’s sake. “Fell it!” exclaimed the yeoman, “I -had rather fall on my knees and worship it.” It happens, I believe, that -the intended railway would pass through this little property, and I hope -that an apology for the answer will not be thought necessary by one who -enters into the strength of the feeling.—W.W. 1845.</p> - -<p>Compare the two letters on the Kendal and Windermere Railway, contributed -by Wordsworth to <i>The Morning Post</i> in 1844, at Kendal, revised -and reprinted in the same year. See <i>The Prose Works of Wordsworth</i>, vol. -ii. pp. 383-405.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_279" id="Footnote_279"></a><a href="#FNanchor_279"><span class="label">[279]</span></a> Orresthead is the height close to Windermere, to the north of the -town.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>“PROUD WERE YE, MOUNTAINS, WHEN, -IN TIMES OF OLD”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1844.—Published 1845<a name="FNanchor_280" id="FNanchor_280"></a><a href="#Footnote_280" class="fnanchor">[280]</a></p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Proud were ye, Mountains, when, in times of old,</div> -<div class="verse">Your patriot sons, to stem invasive war,</div> -<div class="verse">Intrenched your brows; ye gloried in each scar:</div> -<div class="verse">Now, for your shame, a Power, the Thirst of Gold,</div> -<div class="verse">That rules o’er Britain like a baneful star, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Wills that your peace, your beauty, shall be sold,</div> -<div class="verse">And clear way made for her triumphal car</div> -<div class="verse">Through the beloved retreats your arms enfold!</div> -<div class="verse">Heard <span class="smcapuc">YE</span> that Whistle? As her long-linked Train</div> -<div class="verse">Swept onwards, did the vision cross your view? <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Yes, ye were startled;—and, in balance true,</div> -<div class="verse">Weighing the mischief with the promised gain,</div> -<div class="verse">Mountains, and Vales, and Floods, I call on you</div> -<div class="verse">To share the passion of a just disdain.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The following by Canon Rawnsley—suggested by an attempt -to introduce a mineral railway into Borrowdale—may be read -in connection with Wordsworth’s two sonnets.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<p class="center">A CRY FROM DERWENTWATER</p> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Shall then the stream of ruinous Lodore</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Not fill the valley with its changeful sound</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Unchallenged! shall grey Derwent’s sacred bound</div> -<div class="verse">Hear the harsh brawl and intermittent roar</div> -<div class="verse">Of mocking waves upon an iron shore,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whereby nor health nor happiness is found!—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">While steam-wains drag from Honister’s heart wound</div> -<div class="verse">The long cooled ashes of its fiery core!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Burst forth ye sulphurous fountains, as ye broke</div> -<div class="verse indent1">On Skiddaw, lick the waters, blast the trees,</div> -<div class="verse">And let men have the earth they would desire,—</div> -<div class="verse">As well go pass our children through the fire</div> -<div class="verse">With shrieks, Cath-Belus, round thine altar’s smoke,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As let old Derwent hear such sounds as these.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcap">H.D. Rawnsley.</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Wray Vicarage, Ambleside.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_280" id="Footnote_280"></a><a href="#FNanchor_280"><span class="label">[280]</span></a> This sonnet was first published in <i>The Morning Post</i>, December 17, -1844.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>AT FURNESS ABBEY</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1844.—Published 1845</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Here, where, of havoc tired and rash undoing,</div> -<div class="verse">Man left this Structure to become Time’s prey</div> -<div class="verse">A soothing spirit follows in the way</div> -<div class="verse">That Nature takes, her counter-work pursuing.</div> -<div class="verse">See how her Ivy clasps the sacred Ruin<a name="FNanchor_281" id="FNanchor_281"></a><a href="#Footnote_281" class="fnanchor">[281]</a> <span class="linenum">5</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Fall to prevent or beautify decay;</div> -<div class="verse">And, on the mouldered walls, how bright, how gay,</div> -<div class="verse">The flowers in pearly dews their bloom renewing!</div> -<div class="verse">Thanks to the place, blessings upon the hour;</div> -<div class="verse">Even as I speak the rising Sun’s first smile <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Gleams on the grass-crowned top of yon tall Tower<a name="FNanchor_282" id="FNanchor_282"></a><a href="#Footnote_282" class="fnanchor">[282]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Whose cawing occupants with joy proclaim</div> -<div class="verse">Prescriptive title to the shattered pile</div> -<div class="verse">Where, Cavendish,<a name="FNanchor_283" id="FNanchor_283"></a><a href="#Footnote_283" class="fnanchor">[283]</a> <i>thine</i> seems nothing but a name!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_281" id="Footnote_281"></a><a href="#FNanchor_281"><span class="label">[281]</span></a> In the chancel of the church at Furness Abbey, ivy almost covers the -north wall. In the Belfry and in the Chapter House, it is the same. The -“tower,” referred to in the sonnet, is evidently the belfry tower to the west. -It is still “grass-crowned.” The sonnet was doubtless composed on the spot, -and if Wordsworth ascended to the top of the belfry tower, he might have -seen the morning sunlight strike the small remaining fragment of the central -tower. But it is more likely that he looked up from the nave, or choir, of -the church to the belfry, when he spoke of the sun’s first smile gleaming from -the top of the tall tower. “Flowers”—crowfoot, campanulas, etc.—still -luxuriate on the mouldered walls. With the line,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fall to prevent or beautify decay;</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">compare,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nature softening and concealing,</div> -<div class="verse">And busy with a hand of healing,</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">in the description of Bolton Abbey in <i>The White Doe of Rylstone</i>, canto -i. I. 118. Compare also the <i>Address from the Spirit of Cockermouth -Castle</i>, vol. vii. p. 347.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_282" id="Footnote_282"></a><a href="#FNanchor_282"><span class="label">[282]</span></a> See preceding note.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_283" id="Footnote_283"></a><a href="#FNanchor_283"><span class="label">[283]</span></a> Furness Abbey is the property of the Duke of Devonshire, whose family -name is Cavendish.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ch1845">1845</h2> - -<p>The Poems of 1845 include one of the group “On the -Naming of Places,” <i>The Westmoreland Girl</i> (addressed to the -Poet’s grandchildren), several fragments addressed to Mrs. -Wordsworth, and to friends, with one or two Sonnets.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<h3>“FORTH FROM A JUTTING RIDGE, AROUND -WHOSE BASE”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1845.—Published 1845</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Poems upon the Naming of Places.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Forth from a jutting ridge, around whose base</div> -<div class="verse">Winds our deep Vale, two heath-clad Rocks ascend<a name="FNanchor_284" id="FNanchor_284"></a><a href="#Footnote_284" class="fnanchor">[284]</a><a name="FNanchor_285" id="FNanchor_285"></a><a href="#Footnote_285" class="fnanchor">[285]</a></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span> -<div class="verse">In fellowship, the loftiest of the pair</div> -<div class="verse">Rising to no ambitious height; yet both,</div> -<div class="verse">O’er lake<a name="FNanchor_286" id="FNanchor_286"></a><a href="#Footnote_286" class="fnanchor">[286]</a> and stream, mountain and flowery mead, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Unfolding prospects fair as human eyes<a name="FNanchor_287" id="FNanchor_287"></a><a href="#Footnote_287" class="fnanchor">[287]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Ever beheld. Up-led with mutual help,</div> -<div class="verse">To one or other brow of those twin Peaks</div> -<div class="verse">Were two adventurous Sisters wont to climb,</div> -<div class="verse">And took no note of the hour while thence they gazed, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">The blooming heath their couch, gazed, side by side,</div> -<div class="verse">In speechless admiration. I, a witness</div> -<div class="verse">And frequent sharer of their calm<a name="FNanchor_288" id="FNanchor_288"></a><a href="#Footnote_288" class="fnanchor">[288]</a> delight</div> -<div class="verse">With thankful heart, to either Eminence</div> -<div class="verse">Gave the baptismal name each Sister bore. <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">Now are they parted,<a name="FNanchor_289" id="FNanchor_289"></a><a href="#Footnote_289" class="fnanchor">[289]</a> far as Death’s cold hand</div> -<div class="verse">Hath power to part the Spirits of those who love</div> -<div class="verse">As they did love. Ye kindred Pinnacles—</div> -<div class="verse">That, while the generations of mankind</div> -<div class="verse">Follow each other to their hiding-place <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">In time’s abyss, are privileged to endure</div> -<div class="verse">Beautiful in yourselves, and richly graced</div> -<div class="verse">With like command of beauty—grant your aid</div> -<div class="verse">For <span class="smcap">Mary’s</span> humble, <span class="smcap">Sarah’s</span> silent, claim,</div> -<div class="verse">That their pure joy in nature may survive <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">From age to age in blended memory.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_284" id="Footnote_284"></a><a href="#FNanchor_284"><span class="label">[284]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Winds our sequestered vale, two rocks ascend</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_285" id="Footnote_285"></a><a href="#FNanchor_285"><span class="label">[285]</span></a> These two rocks rise to the left of the lower high-road from Grasmere -to Rydal, after it leaves the former lake and turns eastwards towards the -latter. They are still “heath-clad,” and covered with the coppice of the old -Bane Riggs Wood, so named because the shortest road from Ambleside to -Grasmere used to pass through it; “bain” or “bane” signifying, in the -Westmoreland dialect, a short cut. Dr. Cradock wrote of them thus:—“They -are now difficult of approach, being enclosed in a wood, with dense -undergrowth, and surrounded by a high, well-built wall. They can be well -seen from the lower road, from a spot close to the three-mile stone from -Ambleside. They are some fifty or sixty feet above the road, about twenty -yards apart, and separated by a slight depression of, say, ten feet. The -view from the easterly one is now much preferable, as it is less encumbered -with shrubs; and for that reason also is more heath-clad. The twin rocks -are also well seen, though at a farther distance, from the hill in White Moss -Common between the roads, which Dr. Arnold used to call ‘Old Corruption,’ -and ‘Bit-by-bit Reform.’ Doubtless the rocks were far more easily -approached fifty years ago, when walls, if any, were low and ill-built. It is -probable, however, that even then they were enclosed and protected; for -heath will not grow on the Grasmere hills, on places much frequented by -sheep.” The best view of these “heath-clad” rocks from the lower carriage -road is at a spot two or three yards to the west of a large rock on the -road-side near the milestone. The view of them from the Loughrigg Terrace -walks is also interesting. The two sisters were Mary and Sarah Hutchinson -(Mrs. Wordsworth and her Sister); and, in the Rydal household, the rocks -were respectively named “Mary-Point,” and “Sarah-Point.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_286" id="Footnote_286"></a><a href="#FNanchor_286"><span class="label">[286]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O’er wood …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_287" id="Footnote_287"></a><a href="#FNanchor_287"><span class="label">[287]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… eye</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_288" id="Footnote_288"></a><a href="#FNanchor_288"><span class="label">[288]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… that deep …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_289" id="Footnote_289"></a><a href="#FNanchor_289"><span class="label">[289]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Gone to a common home, their duty done,</div> -<div class="verse">In this dear vale the Sisters lived, but long</div> -<div class="verse">Have they been parted …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">C.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">True to a common love, their early choice</div> -<div class="verse">In this dear Vale, the sisters lived, but long</div> -<div class="verse">Have they been parted— …</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcapuc">C.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span></p> - -<h3>THE WESTMORELAND GIRL<a name="FNanchor_290" id="FNanchor_290"></a><a href="#Footnote_290" class="fnanchor">[290]</a><br /> -<span class="smcap">To my Grandchildren</span></h3> - -<p class="center">Composed June 6, 1845.—Published 1845</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Poems referring to the Period of Childhood.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center"><span class="smcap">Part I</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Seek who will delight in fable</div> -<div class="verse">I shall tell you truth. A Lamb</div> -<div class="verse">Leapt from this steep bank to follow</div> -<div class="verse">’Cross the brook its thoughtless dam.<a name="FNanchor_291" id="FNanchor_291"></a><a href="#Footnote_291" class="fnanchor">[291]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Far and wide on hill and valley <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Rain had fallen, unceasing rain,</div> -<div class="verse">And the bleating mother’s Young-one</div> -<div class="verse">Struggled with the flood in vain:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But, as chanced, a Cottage-maiden</div> -<div class="verse">(Ten years scarcely had she told) <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Seeing, plunged into the torrent,</div> -<div class="verse">Clasped the Lamb and kept her hold.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Whirled adown the rocky channel,</div> -<div class="verse">Sinking, rising, on they go,</div> -<div class="verse">Peace and rest, as seems, before them <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">Only in the lake below.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh! it was a frightful current</div> -<div class="verse">Whose fierce wrath the Girl had braved;</div> -<div class="verse">Clap your hands with joy my Hearers,</div> -<div class="verse">Shout in triumph, both are saved; <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Saved by courage that with danger</div> -<div class="verse">Grew, by strength the gift of love,</div> -<div class="verse">And belike a guardian angel</div> -<div class="verse">Came with succour from above.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center"><span class="smcap">Part II</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now, to a maturer Audience, <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Let me speak of this brave Child</div> -<div class="verse">Left among her native mountains</div> -<div class="verse">With wild Nature to run wild.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So, unwatched by love maternal,</div> -<div class="verse">Mother’s care no more her guide, <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">Fared this little bright-eyed Orphan</div> -<div class="verse">Even while at her father’s side.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Spare your blame,—remembrance makes him</div> -<div class="verse">Loth to rule by strict command;</div> -<div class="verse">Still upon his cheek are living <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">Touches of her infant hand,</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Dear caresses given in pity,</div> -<div class="verse">Sympathy that soothed his grief,</div> -<div class="verse">As the dying mother witnessed</div> -<div class="verse">To her thankful mind’s relief. <span class="linenum">40</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Time passed on; the Child was happy,</div> -<div class="verse">Like a Spirit of air she moved,</div> -<div class="verse">Wayward, yet by all who knew her</div> -<div class="verse">For her tender heart beloved.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Scarcely less than sacred passions, <span class="linenum">45</span></div> -<div class="verse">Bred in house, in grove, and field,</div> -<div class="verse">Link her with the inferior creatures,</div> -<div class="verse">Urge her powers their rights to shield.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Anglers, bent on reckless pastime,</div> -<div class="verse">Learn how she can feel alike <span class="linenum">50</span></div> -<div class="verse">Both for tiny harmless minnow</div> -<div class="verse">And the fierce and sharp-toothed pike.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Merciful protectress, kindling</div> -<div class="verse">Into anger or disdain;</div> -<div class="verse">Many a captive hath she rescued, <span class="linenum">55</span></div> -<div class="verse">Others saved from lingering pain.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Listen yet awhile;—with patience</div> -<div class="verse">Hear the homely truths I tell,</div> -<div class="verse">She in Grasmere’s old church-steeple</div> -<div class="verse">Tolled this day the passing-bell. <span class="linenum">60</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yes, the wild Girl of the mountains</div> -<div class="verse">To their echoes gave the sound,</div> -<div class="verse">Notice punctual as the minute,</div> -<div class="verse">Warning solemn and profound.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She, fulfilling her sire’s office, <span class="linenum">65</span></div> -<div class="verse">Rang alone the far-heard knell,</div> -<div class="verse">Tribute, by her hand, in sorrow,</div> -<div class="verse">Paid to One who loved her well.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When his spirit was departed</div> -<div class="verse">On that service she went forth; <span class="linenum">70</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Nor will fail the like to render</div> -<div class="verse">When his corse is laid in earth.<a name="FNanchor_292" id="FNanchor_292"></a><a href="#Footnote_292" class="fnanchor">[292]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What then wants the Child to temper,</div> -<div class="verse">In her breast, unruly fire,</div> -<div class="verse">To control the froward impulse <span class="linenum">75</span></div> -<div class="verse">And restrain the vague desire?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Easily a pious training</div> -<div class="verse">And a stedfast outward power</div> -<div class="verse">Would supplant the weeds and cherish,</div> -<div class="verse">In their stead, each opening flower. <span class="linenum">80</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thus the fearless Lamb-deliv’rer,</div> -<div class="verse">Woman-grown, meek-hearted, sage,</div> -<div class="verse">May become a blest example</div> -<div class="verse">For her sex, of every age.<a name="FNanchor_293" id="FNanchor_293"></a><a href="#Footnote_293" class="fnanchor">[293]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Watchful as a wheeling eagle, <span class="linenum">85</span></div> -<div class="verse">Constant as a soaring lark,</div> -<div class="verse">Should the country need a heroine,</div> -<div class="verse">She might prove our Maid of Arc.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Leave that thought; and here be uttered</div> -<div class="verse">Prayer that Grace divine may raise <span class="linenum">90</span></div> -<div class="verse">Her humane courageous spirit</div> -<div class="verse">Up to heaven, thro’ peaceful ways.<a name="FNanchor_294" id="FNanchor_294"></a><a href="#Footnote_294" class="fnanchor">[294]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_290" id="Footnote_290"></a><a href="#FNanchor_290"><span class="label">[290]</span></a> This Westmoreland Girl was Sarah Mackereth of Wyke Cottage, -Grasmere. She married a man named Davis, and died in 1872 at Broughton -in Furness. The swollen “flood” from which she rescued the lamb, was -Wyke Gill beck, which descends from the centre of Silver Howe. The -picturesque cottage, with round chimney,—a yew tree and Scotch fir behind -it,—is on the western side of the road from Grasmere over to Langdale by -Red Bank. The Mackereths have been a well-known Westmoreland family -for some hundred years. They belong to the “gentry of the soil,” and have -been parish clerks in Grasmere for generations. One of them was the tenant -of the Swan Inn referred to in <i>The Waggoner</i>—the host who painted, with -his own hand, the “famous swan,” used as a sign. (See vol. iii. p. 81.)</p> - -<p>The story of <i>The Blind Highland Boy</i>, which gave rise to the poem -bearing that name, was told to Wordsworth by one of these Mackereths of -Grasmere. (See the Fenwick note, vol. ii. p. 420.) In a letter to Professor -Henry Reed (31st July 1845) Wordsworth said this poem might interest him -“as exhibiting what sort of characters our mountains breed. It is truth to -the letter.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_291" id="Footnote_291"></a><a href="#FNanchor_291"><span class="label">[291]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… its simple dam.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_292" id="Footnote_292"></a><a href="#FNanchor_292"><span class="label">[292]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… must lie in earth.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_293" id="Footnote_293"></a><a href="#FNanchor_293"><span class="label">[293]</span></a> Compare <i>Grace Darling</i>, p. 311 in this volume.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_294" id="Footnote_294"></a><a href="#FNanchor_294"><span class="label">[294]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Leave that word—and here be offered</div> -<div class="verse">Prayer that Grace divine would raise</div> -<div class="verse">This humane courageous spirit</div> -<div class="verse">Up to Heaven through peaceful ways.</div> -<div class="verse attribution">In a letter to Henry Reed, July 1845.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span></p> - -<h3>AT FURNESS ABBEY</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1845.—Published 1845</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Sonnets.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Well have yon Railway Labourers to <span class="smcapuc">THIS</span> ground</div> -<div class="verse">Withdrawn for noontide rest. They sit, they walk</div> -<div class="verse">Among the Ruins, but no idle talk</div> -<div class="verse">Is heard; to grave demeanour all are bound;</div> -<div class="verse">And from one voice a Hymn with tuneful sound <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Hallows once more the long-deserted Quire<a name="FNanchor_295" id="FNanchor_295"></a><a href="#Footnote_295" class="fnanchor">[295]</a></div> -<div class="verse">And thrills the old sepulchral earth, around.</div> -<div class="verse">Others look up, and with fixed eyes admire</div> -<div class="verse">That wide-spanned arch, wondering how it was raised,</div> -<div class="verse">To keep, so high in air, its strength and grace: <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">All seem to feel the spirit of the place,</div> -<div class="verse">And by the general reverence God is praised:</div> -<div class="verse">Profane Despoilers, stand ye not reproved,</div> -<div class="verse">While thus these simple-hearted men are moved?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>June 21st, 1845.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_295" id="Footnote_295"></a><a href="#FNanchor_295"><span class="label">[295]</span></a> See the note to the previous sonnet on Furness Abbey, p. 168.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>“YES! THOU ART FAIR, YET BE NOT MOVED”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed possibly in 1845.—Published 1845</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Poems founded on the Affections.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yes! thou art fair, yet be not moved</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To scorn the declaration,</div> -<div class="verse">That sometimes I in thee have loved</div> -<div class="verse indent1">My fancy’s own creation.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Imagination needs must stir; <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Dear Maid, this truth believe,</div> -<div class="verse">Minds that have nothing to confer</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Find little to perceive.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Be pleased that nature made thee fit</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To feed my heart’s devotion, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">By laws to which all Forms submit</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In sky, air, earth, and ocean.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>“WHAT HEAVENLY SMILES! O LADY MINE”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1845.—Published 1845</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Poems founded on the Affections.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What heavenly smiles! O Lady mine</div> -<div class="verse">Through my<a name="FNanchor_296" id="FNanchor_296"></a><a href="#Footnote_296" class="fnanchor">[296]</a> very heart they shine;</div> -<div class="verse">And, if my brow gives back their light,</div> -<div class="verse">Do thou look gladly on the sight;</div> -<div class="verse">As the clear Moon with modest pride</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Beholds her own bright beams</div> -<div class="verse">Reflected from the mountain’s side</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And from the headlong streams.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_296" id="Footnote_296"></a><a href="#FNanchor_296"><span class="label">[296]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… this …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<h3>TO A LADY,<br /> -<span class="smcap">In Answer to a Request that I would write her -a Poem upon some Drawings that she had -made of Flowers in the Island of Madeira</span></h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1845.—Published 1845</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Poems of the Fancy.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fair Lady! can I sing of flowers</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That in Madeira bloom and fade,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span> -<div class="verse">I who ne’er sate within their bowers,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor through their sunny lawns have strayed?</div> -<div class="verse">How they in sprightly dance are worn <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">By Shepherd-groom or May-day queen,</div> -<div class="verse">Or holy festal pomps adorn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">These eyes have never seen.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yet tho’ to me the pencil’s art</div> -<div class="verse indent1">No like remembrances can give, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Your portraits still may reach the heart</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And there for gentle pleasure live;</div> -<div class="verse">While Fancy ranging with free scope</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Shall on some lovely Alien set</div> -<div class="verse">A name with us endeared to hope, <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">To peace, or fond regret.<a name="FNanchor_297" id="FNanchor_297"></a><a href="#Footnote_297" class="fnanchor">[297]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Still as we look with nicer care,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Some new resemblance we may trace:</div> -<div class="verse">A <i>Heart’s-ease</i> will perhaps be there,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A <i>Speedwell</i> may not want its place. <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">And so may we, with charmèd mind</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Beholding what your skill has wrought,</div> -<div class="verse">Another <i>Star-of-Bethlehem</i> find,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A new<a name="FNanchor_298" id="FNanchor_298"></a><a href="#Footnote_298" class="fnanchor">[298]</a> <i>Forget-me-not</i>.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">From earth to heaven with motion fleet <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">From heaven to earth our thoughts will pass,</div> -<div class="verse">A <i>Holy-thistle</i> here we meet</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And there a <i>Shepherd’s weather-glass</i>;</div> -<div class="verse">And haply some familiar name</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Shall grace the fairest, sweetest, plant <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">Whose presence cheers the drooping frame</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of English Emigrant.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Gazing she feels its power beguile</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sad thoughts, and breathes with easier breath;</div> -<div class="verse">Alas! that meek that tender smile <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Is but a harbinger of death:</div> -<div class="verse">And pointing with a feeble hand</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She says, in faint words by sighs broken,</div> -<div class="verse">Bear for me to my native land</div> -<div class="verse indent1">This precious Flower, true love’s last token. <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_297" id="Footnote_297"></a><a href="#FNanchor_297"><span class="label">[297]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">And there in sweet communion live:</div> -<div class="verse">Yet those loved most, in which we own</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A touching likeness which they bear</div> -<div class="verse">To flower or herb, by Nature sown,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To breathe our English air.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">And there in sweet communion live</div> -<div class="verse">Admired for beauty of their own,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Loved for the likeness some may bear</div> -<div class="verse">To flower …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thus tempted Fancy with free scope</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Will range, and on these aliens set</div> -<div class="verse">Names among us endeared to none,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To hearts a fond regret.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So tempted …</div> -<div class="verse indent1">May range, …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_298" id="Footnote_298"></a><a href="#FNanchor_298"><span class="label">[298]</span></a></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nor miss …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<h3>TO THE PENNSYLVANIANS</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1845.—Published 1845</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Sonnets dedicated to Liberty and Order.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Days undefiled by luxury or sloth,</div> -<div class="verse">Firm self-denial, manners grave and staid,</div> -<div class="verse">Rights equal, laws with cheerfulness obeyed,</div> -<div class="verse">Words that require no sanction from an oath,</div> -<div class="verse">And simple honesty a common growth— <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">This high repute, with bounteous Nature’s aid,</div> -<div class="verse">Won confidence, now ruthlessly betrayed</div> -<div class="verse">At will, your power the measure of your troth!—</div> -<div class="verse">All who revere the memory of Penn</div> -<div class="verse">Grieve for the land on whose wild woods his name<a name="FNanchor_299" id="FNanchor_299"></a><a href="#Footnote_299" class="fnanchor">[299]</a> <span class="linenum">10</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Was fondly grafted with a virtuous aim,</div> -<div class="verse">Renounced, abandoned by degenerate Men</div> -<div class="verse">For state-dishonour black as ever came</div> -<div class="verse">To upper air from Mammon’s loathsome den.<a name="FNanchor_300" id="FNanchor_300"></a><a href="#Footnote_300" class="fnanchor">[300]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_299" id="Footnote_299"></a><a href="#FNanchor_299"><span class="label">[299]</span></a> To William Penn, son of Admiral Sir W. Penn, a printer and Quaker, -Charles II. granted lands in America, to which he gave the name of -Pennsylvania.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_300" id="Footnote_300"></a><a href="#FNanchor_300"><span class="label">[300]</span></a> Mr. Ellis Yarnall wrote to me, April 27, 1885: “The three last lines of -the Sonnet <i>To the Pennsylvanians</i>, in regard to which you inquire, I think -refer to what at the time Wordsworth wrote was known as the <i>repudiation</i> -by Pennsylvania of her State debt. The language, however, is too strong, -inasmuch as there was <i>no</i> repudiation. For a year or two the <i>interest</i> on -the debt was unpaid, then payment was resumed. Members of Wordsworth’s -family, or his near friends, held, I believe, some of the Pennsylvania -bonds. They held also, as appears from the <i>Memoirs</i>, Mississippi bonds, -and these <i>were</i> repudiated, or at least five million dollars of a certain class -of Mississippi bonds. No such wrong-doing is chargeable to Pennsylvania. -I remember the delight with which Professor Reed showed me the note on -the fly-leaf at the end of the fifth volume of the edition of 1850—words -written at his request, and the last sentences ever composed by the Poet for -the press.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>“YOUNG ENGLAND—WHAT IS THEN -BECOME OF OLD”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1845.—Published 1845</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Sonnets dedicated to Liberty and Order.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Young England—what is then become of Old</div> -<div class="verse">Of dear Old England? Think they she is dead,</div> -<div class="verse">Dead to the very name? Presumption fed</div> -<div class="verse">On empty air! That name will keep its hold</div> -<div class="verse">In the true filial bosom’s inmost fold <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">For ever.—The Spirit of Alfred, at the head</div> -<div class="verse">Of all who for her rights watch’d, toil’d and bled,</div> -<div class="verse">Knows that this prophecy is not too bold.</div> -<div class="verse">What—how! shall she submit in will and deed</div> -<div class="verse">To Beardless Boys—an imitative race, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">The <i>servum pecus</i> of a Gallic breed?</div> -<div class="verse">Dear Mother! if thou <i>must</i> thy steps retrace,</div> -<div class="verse">Go where at least meek Innocency dwells;</div> -<div class="verse">Let Babes and Sucklings be thy oracles.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ch1846">1846</h2> - -<p>The poems written in 1846 were six sonnets, the lines beginning, -“I know an aged man constrained to dwell,” an -“Evening Voluntary,” and other two short pieces.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<h3>SONNET<a name="FNanchor_301" id="FNanchor_301"></a><a href="#Footnote_301" class="fnanchor">[301]</a></h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1846.—Published 1850</p> - -<p class="center">This was placed among the “Epitaphs and Elegiac -Poems.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Why should we weep or mourn, Angelic boy,</div> -<div class="verse">For such thou wert ere from our sight removed,</div> -<div class="verse">Holy, and ever dutiful—beloved</div> -<div class="verse">From day to day with never-ceasing joy,</div> -<div class="verse">And hopes as dear as could the heart employ <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">In aught to earth pertaining? Death has proved</div> -<div class="verse">His might, nor less his mercy, as behoved—</div> -<div class="verse">Death conscious that he only could destroy</div> -<div class="verse">The bodily frame. That beauty is laid low</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span> -<div class="verse">To moulder in a far-off field of Rome; <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">But Heaven is now, blest Child, thy Spirit’s home:</div> -<div class="verse">When such divine communion, which we know,</div> -<div class="verse">Is felt, thy Roman-burial place will be</div> -<div class="verse">Surely a sweet remembrancer of Thee.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_301" id="Footnote_301"></a><a href="#FNanchor_301"><span class="label">[301]</span></a> This sonnet refers to the poet’s grandchild, who died at Rome in the -beginning of 1846. Wordsworth wrote of it thus to Professor Henry Reed, -“<i>Jan. 23, 1846.</i> … Our daughter-in-law fell into bad health between -three and four years ago. She went with her husband to Madeira, where -they remained nearly a year; she was then advised to go to Italy. After -a prolonged residence there, her six children (whom her husband returned -to England for), went, at her earnest request, to that country, under their -father’s guidance; then he was obliged, on account of his duty as a clergyman, -to leave them. Four of the number resided with their mother at -Rome, three of whom took a fever there, of which the youngest—as noble a -boy of five years as ever was seen—died, being seized with convulsions when -the fever was somewhat subdued.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>“WHERE LIES THE TRUTH? HAS MAN, IN -WISDOM’S CREED”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1846.—Published 1850</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Evening Voluntaries.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Where lies the truth? has Man, in wisdom’s creed,</div> -<div class="verse">A pitiable doom; for respite brief</div> -<div class="verse">A care more anxious, or a heavier grief?</div> -<div class="verse">Is he ungrateful, and doth little heed</div> -<div class="verse">God’s bounty, soon forgotten; or indeed, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Must Man, with labour born, awake to sorrow<a name="FNanchor_302" id="FNanchor_302"></a><a href="#Footnote_302" class="fnanchor">[302]</a></div> -<div class="verse">When Flowers rejoice and Larks with rival speed</div> -<div class="verse">Spring from their nests to bid the Sun good morrow?</div> -<div class="verse">They mount for rapture as their<a name="FNanchor_303" id="FNanchor_303"></a><a href="#Footnote_303" class="fnanchor">[303]</a> songs proclaim</div> -<div class="verse">Warbled in hearing both of earth and sky; <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">But o’er the contrast wherefore heave a sigh?</div> -<div class="verse">Like those aspirants let us soar—our aim,</div> -<div class="verse">Through life’s worst trials, whether shocks or snares,</div> -<div class="verse">A happier, brighter, purer Heaven than theirs.<a name="FNanchor_304" id="FNanchor_304"></a><a href="#Footnote_304" class="fnanchor">[304]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_302" id="Footnote_302"></a><a href="#FNanchor_302"><span class="label">[302]</span></a> 1850.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Who that lies down and may not wake to sorrow</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_303" id="Footnote_303"></a><a href="#FNanchor_303"><span class="label">[303]</span></a> 1850.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They mount for rapture; this their …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_304" id="Footnote_304"></a><a href="#FNanchor_304"><span class="label">[304]</span></a> This sonnet was suggested by the death of Wordsworth’s grandson -commemorated in the previous sonnet, and by the alarming illness of his -brother, the Master of Trinity College, Cambridge, and the expected death -of a nephew (John Wordsworth), at Ambleside, the only son of his eldest -brother, Richard.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span></p> - -<h3>TO LUCCA GIORDANO<a name="FNanchor_305" id="FNanchor_305"></a><a href="#Footnote_305" class="fnanchor">[305]</a></h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1846.—Published 1850</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Evening Voluntaries.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Giordano, verily thy Pencil’s skill</div> -<div class="verse">Hath here portrayed with Nature’s happiest grace</div> -<div class="verse">The fair Endymion couched on Latmos-hill;</div> -<div class="verse">And Dian gazing on the Shepherd’s face</div> -<div class="verse">In rapture,—yet suspending her embrace, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">As not unconscious with what power the thrill</div> -<div class="verse">Of her most timid touch his sleep would chase,</div> -<div class="verse">And, with his sleep, that beauty calm and still.</div> -<div class="verse">O may this work have found its last retreat</div> -<div class="verse">Here in a Mountain-bard’s secure abode, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">One to whom, yet a School-boy, Cynthia showed</div> -<div class="verse">A face of love which he in love would greet,</div> -<div class="verse">Fixed, by her smile, upon some rocky seat;</div> -<div class="verse">Or lured along where green-wood paths he trod.</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Rydal Mount, 1846.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_305" id="Footnote_305"></a><a href="#FNanchor_305"><span class="label">[305]</span></a> Lucca Giordano was born at Naples, in 1629. He was at first a -disciple of Spagnaletto, next of Pietro da Cortona; but after coming under -the influence of Correggio, he went to Venice, where Titian was his inspiring -master. In his own work the influence of all of these predecessors may be -traced, but chiefly that of Titian, whose style of colouring and composition -he followed so closely that many of his works might be mistaken for those of -his greatest master. The picture referred to in this sonnet was brought from -Italy by the poet’s eldest son.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span></p> - -<h3>“WHO BUT IS PLEASED TO WATCH THE -MOON ON HIGH”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1846.—Published 1850</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Evening Voluntaries.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Who but is pleased to watch the moon on high</div> -<div class="verse">Travelling where she from time to time enshrouds</div> -<div class="verse">Her head, and nothing loth her Majesty</div> -<div class="verse">Renounces, till among the scattered clouds</div> -<div class="verse">One with its kindling edge declares that soon <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Will reappear before the uplifted eye</div> -<div class="verse">A Form as bright, as beautiful a moon,</div> -<div class="verse">To glide in open prospect through clear sky.</div> -<div class="verse">Pity that such a promise e’er should prove</div> -<div class="verse">False in the issue, that yon seeming space <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of sky should be in truth the stedfast face</div> -<div class="verse">Of a cloud flat and dense, through which must move</div> -<div class="verse">(By transit not unlike man’s frequent doom)</div> -<div class="verse">The Wanderer lost in more determined gloom.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>ILLUSTRATED BOOKS AND NEWSPAPERS</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1846.—Published 1850</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Poems of Sentiment and Reflection.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Discourse was deemed Man’s noblest attribute,</div> -<div class="verse">And written words the glory of his hand;</div> -<div class="verse">Then followed Printing with enlarged command</div> -<div class="verse">For thought—dominion vast and absolute</div> -<div class="verse">For spreading truth, and making love expand. <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Now prose and verse sunk into disrepute</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Must lacquey a dumb Art that best can suit</div> -<div class="verse">The taste of this once-intellectual Land.</div> -<div class="verse">A backward movement surely have we here,<a name="FNanchor_306" id="FNanchor_306"></a><a href="#Footnote_306" class="fnanchor">[306]</a></div> -<div class="verse">From manhood—back to childhood; for the age— <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Back towards caverned life’s first rude career.</div> -<div class="verse">Avaunt this vile abuse of pictured page!</div> -<div class="verse">Must eyes be all in all, the tongue and ear</div> -<div class="verse">Nothing? Heaven keep us from a lower stage!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_306" id="Footnote_306"></a><a href="#FNanchor_306"><span class="label">[306]</span></a> The <i>Illustrated London News</i>—the pioneer of illustrated newspapers—was -first issued on 14th May 1842. The painter and artist may differ from the -poet, in the judgment here pronounced; but had Wordsworth known the -degradation to which many newspapers would sink in this direction, his -censure would have been more severe.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>SONNET<br /> -<span class="smcap">To an Octogenarian</span></h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1846.—Published 1850</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Affections lose their object; Time brings forth</div> -<div class="verse">No successors; and, lodged in memory,</div> -<div class="verse">If love exist no longer, it must die,—</div> -<div class="verse">Wanting accustomed food must pass from earth,</div> -<div class="verse">Or never hope to reach a second birth.<a name="FNanchor_307" id="FNanchor_307"></a><a href="#Footnote_307" class="fnanchor">[307]</a> <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">This sad belief, the happiest that is left</div> -<div class="verse">To thousands, share not Thou; howe’er bereft,</div> -<div class="verse">Scorned, or neglected, fear not such a dearth.</div> -<div class="verse">Though poor and destitute of friends thou art,</div> -<div class="verse">Perhaps the sole survivor of thy race, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">One to whom Heaven assigns that mournful part</div> -<div class="verse">The utmost solitude of age to face,</div> -<div class="verse">Still shall be left some corner of the heart</div> -<div class="verse">Where Love for living Thing can find a place.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_307" id="Footnote_307"></a><a href="#FNanchor_307"><span class="label">[307]</span></a> Compare Tennyson’s <i>Lines to J.S.</i>—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">God gives us love. Something to love</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He lends us; but, when love is grown</div> -<div class="verse">To ripeness, that on which it throve</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Falls off, and love is left alone.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span></p> - -<h3>“I KNOW AN AGED MAN CONSTRAINED TO -DWELL”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1846.—Published 1850</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Poems.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I know an aged Man constrained to dwell</div> -<div class="verse">In a large house of public charity,</div> -<div class="verse">Where he abides, as in a Prisoner’s cell,</div> -<div class="verse">With numbers near, alas! no company.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When he could creep about, at will, though poor <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">And forced to live on alms, this old Man fed</div> -<div class="verse">A Redbreast, one that to his cottage door</div> -<div class="verse">Came not, but in a lane partook his bread.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There, at the root of one particular tree,</div> -<div class="verse">An easy seat this worn-out Labourer found <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">While Robin pecked the crumbs upon his knee</div> -<div class="verse">Laid one by one, or scattered on the ground.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Dear intercourse was theirs, day after day;</div> -<div class="verse">What signs of mutual gladness when they met!</div> -<div class="verse">Think of their common peace, their simple play, <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">The parting moment and its fond regret.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Months passed in love that failed not to fulfil,</div> -<div class="verse">In spite of season’s change, its own demand,</div> -<div class="verse">By fluttering pinions here and busy bill;</div> -<div class="verse">There by caresses from a tremulous hand. <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thus in the chosen spot a tie so strong</div> -<div class="verse">Was formed between the solitary pair,</div> -<div class="verse">That when his fate had housed him ’mid a throng</div> -<div class="verse">The Captive shunned all converse proffered there.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Wife, children, kindred, they were dead and gone; <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">But, if no evil hap his wishes crossed,</div> -<div class="verse">One living Stay was left, and on<a name="FNanchor_308" id="FNanchor_308"></a><a href="#Footnote_308" class="fnanchor">[308]</a> that one</div> -<div class="verse">Some recompense for all that he had lost.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O that the good old Man had power to prove,</div> -<div class="verse">By message sent through air or visible token, <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">That still he loves the Bird, and still must love;</div> -<div class="verse">That friendship lasts though fellowship is broken!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_308" id="Footnote_308"></a><a href="#FNanchor_308"><span class="label">[308]</span></a> So all the editions have it; but, as Principal Greenwood suggested to -me, the true reading should be “in that one.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>“THE UNREMITTING VOICE OF NIGHTLY -STREAMS”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1846.—Published 1850</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Poems of Sentiment and Reflection.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The unremitting voice of nightly streams</div> -<div class="verse">That wastes so oft, we think, its tuneful powers,</div> -<div class="verse">If neither soothing to the worm that gleams</div> -<div class="verse">Through dewy grass, nor small birds hushed in bowers,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor unto silent leaves and drowsy flowers,— <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">That voice of unpretending harmony</div> -<div class="verse">(For who what is shall measure by what seems</div> -<div class="verse">To be, or not to be,<a name="FNanchor_309" id="FNanchor_309"></a><a href="#Footnote_309" class="fnanchor">[309]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Or tax high Heaven with prodigality?)</div> -<div class="verse">Wants not a healing influence that can creep <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Into the human breast, and mix with sleep</div> -<div class="verse">To regulate the motion of our dreams</div> -<div class="verse">For kindly issues—as through every clime</div> -<div class="verse">Was felt near murmuring brooks in earliest time;</div> -<div class="verse">As at this day, the rudest swains who dwell <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">Where torrents roar, or hear the tinkling knell</div> -<div class="verse">Of water-breaks, with grateful heart could tell.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_309" id="Footnote_309"></a><a href="#FNanchor_309"><span class="label">[309]</span></a> <i>Hamlet</i>, act <span class="smcapuc">III</span>. scene i. l. 56.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span></p> - -<h3>“HOW BEAUTIFUL THE QUEEN OF NIGHT, -ON HIGH”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1846.—Published 1850</p> - -<p class="center">One of the “Miscellaneous Poems.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">How beautiful the Queen of Night, on high</div> -<div class="verse">Her way pursuing among scattered clouds,</div> -<div class="verse">Where, ever and anon, her head she shrouds</div> -<div class="verse">Hidden from view in dense obscurity.</div> -<div class="verse">But look, and to the watchful eye</div> -<div class="verse">A brightening edge will indicate that soon</div> -<div class="verse">We shall behold the struggling Moon</div> -<div class="verse">Break forth,—again to walk the clear blue sky.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>ON THE BANKS OF A ROCKY STREAM</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1846.—Published 1850</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Behold an emblem of our human mind</div> -<div class="verse">Crowded with thoughts that need a settled home</div> -<div class="verse">Yet, like to eddying balls of foam</div> -<div class="verse">Within this whirlpool, they each other chase</div> -<div class="verse">Round and round, and neither find</div> -<div class="verse">An outlet nor a resting-place!</div> -<div class="verse">Stranger, if such disquietude be thine,</div> -<div class="verse">Fall on thy knees and sue for help divine.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span></p> - -<h3>ODE<br /> -INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS -OF EARLY CHILDHOOD</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1803-6.—Published 1807</p> - -<p>[This was composed during my residence at Town-end, -Grasmere. Two years at least passed between the writing of -the four first stanzas and the remaining part. To the attentive -and competent reader the whole sufficiently explains itself; but -there may be no harm in adverting here to particular feelings -or <i>experiences</i> of my own mind on which the structure of the -poem partly rests. Nothing was more difficult for me in childhood -than to admit the notion of death as a state applicable to -my own being. I have said elsewhere—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent7">A simple child,</div> -<div class="verse">That lightly draws its breath,</div> -<div class="verse">And feels its life in every limb,</div> -<div class="verse">What should it know of death!—</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>But it was not so much from feelings of animal vivacity that -my difficulty came as from a sense of the indomitableness of the -Spirit within me. I used to brood over the stories of Enoch -and Elijah, and almost to persuade myself that, whatever might -become of others, I should be translated, in something of the -same way, to heaven. With a feeling congenial to this, I was -often unable to think of external things as having external -existence, and I communed with all that I saw as something -not apart from, but inherent in, my own immaterial nature. -Many times while going to school have I grasped at a wall or -tree to recall myself from this abyss of idealism to the reality. -At that time I was afraid of such processes. In later periods -of life I have deplored, as we have all reason to do, a subjugation -of an opposite character, and have rejoiced over the -remembrances, as is expressed in the lines—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent5">Obstinate questionings</div> -<div class="verse">Of sense and outward things,</div> -<div class="verse">Fallings from us, vanishings, etc.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>To that dream-like vividness and splendour which invest objects -of sight in childhood, every one, I believe, if he would look<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span> -back, could bear testimony, and I need not dwell upon it here; -but having in the poem regarded it as presumptive evidence of -a prior state of existence, I think it right to protest against a -conclusion, which has given pain to some good and pious -persons, that I meant to inculcate such a belief. It is far too -shadowy a notion to be recommended to faith, as more than -an element in our instincts of immortality. But let us bear in -mind that, though the idea is not advanced in revelation, there -is nothing there to contradict it, and the fall of man presents -an analogy in its favour. Accordingly, a pre-existent state has -entered into the popular creeds of many nations; and, among -all persons acquainted with classic literature, is known as an -ingredient in Platonic philosophy. Archimedes said that he -could move the world if he had a point whereon to rest his -machine. Who has not felt the same aspirations as regards the -world of his own mind?<a name="FNanchor_310" id="FNanchor_310"></a><a href="#Footnote_310" class="fnanchor">[310]</a> Having to wield some of its elements -when I was impelled to write this poem on the “Immortality -of the Soul,” I took hold of the notion of pre-existence as having -sufficient foundation in humanity for authorizing me to make for -my purpose the best use of it I could as a poet.—I.F.]</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Child is Father of the Man;</div> -<div class="verse">And I could wish my days to be</div> -<div class="verse">Bound each to each by natural piety.<a name="FNanchor_311" id="FNanchor_311"></a><a href="#Footnote_311" class="fnanchor">[311]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">I</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,</div> -<div class="verse">The earth, and every common sight,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To me did seem</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Apparelled in celestial light,</div> -<div class="verse">The glory and the freshness of a dream. <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">It is not now as it hath<a name="FNanchor_312" id="FNanchor_312"></a><a href="#Footnote_312" class="fnanchor">[312]</a> been of yore;—</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Turn wheresoe’er I may,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">By night or day,</div> -<div class="verse">The things which I have seen I now can see no more.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">II</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">The Rainbow comes and goes, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">And lovely is the Rose,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The Moon doth with delight</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Look round her when the heavens are bare,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Waters on a starry night</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Are beautiful and fair; <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse indent2">The sunshine is a glorious birth;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But yet I know, where’er I go,</div> -<div class="verse">That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">III</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And while the young lambs bound <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">As to the tabor’s sound,</div> -<div class="verse">To me alone there came a thought of grief:</div> -<div class="verse">A timely utterance gave that thought relief,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And I again am strong:</div> -<div class="verse">The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">No more shall grief of mine the season wrong;</div> -<div class="verse">I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng,</div> -<div class="verse">The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And all the earth is gay;</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Land and sea <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse indent3">Give themselves up to jollity,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And with the heart of May</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Doth every Beast keep holiday;—</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Thou Child of Joy,</div> -<div class="verse">Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy! <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">IV</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Ye to each other make; I see</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span> -<div class="verse">The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">My heart is at your festival,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">My head hath its coronal,<a name="FNanchor_313" id="FNanchor_313"></a><a href="#Footnote_313" class="fnanchor">[313]</a> <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -<div class="verse">The fulness of your bliss, I feel—I feel it all.<a name="FNanchor_314" id="FNanchor_314"></a><a href="#Footnote_314" class="fnanchor">[314]</a></div> -<div class="verse indent3">Oh evil day! if I were sullen</div> -<div class="verse indent3">While Earth herself is adorning,<a name="FNanchor_315" id="FNanchor_315"></a><a href="#Footnote_315" class="fnanchor">[315]</a></div> -<div class="verse indent5">This sweet May-morning,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And the Children are culling<a name="FNanchor_316" id="FNanchor_316"></a><a href="#Footnote_316" class="fnanchor">[316]</a> <span class="linenum">45</span></div> -<div class="verse indent5">On every side,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">In a thousand valleys far and wide,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm,</div> -<div class="verse">And the Babe leaps up on his Mother’s arm:—</div> -<div class="verse indent3">I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! <span class="linenum">50</span></div> -<div class="verse indent3">—But there’s a Tree, of many, one,</div> -<div class="verse">A single Field which I have looked upon,</div> -<div class="verse">Both of them speak of something that is gone:</div> -<div class="verse indent3">The Pansy at my feet</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Doth the same tale repeat: <span class="linenum">55</span></div> -<div class="verse">Whither is fled the visionary gleam?</div> -<div class="verse">Where is it now,<a name="FNanchor_317" id="FNanchor_317"></a><a href="#Footnote_317" class="fnanchor">[317]</a> the glory and the dream?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">V</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:</div> -<div class="verse">The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent3">Hath had elsewhere its setting, <span class="linenum">60</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">And cometh from afar:</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Not in entire forgetfulness,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And not in utter nakedness,</div> -<div class="verse">But trailing clouds of glory do we come</div> -<div class="verse indent3">From God, who is our home: <span class="linenum">65</span></div> -<div class="verse">Heaven lies about us in our infancy!</div> -<div class="verse">Shades of the prison-house begin to close</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Upon the growing Boy,</div> -<div class="verse">But He beholds the light, and whence it flows</div> -<div class="verse indent3">He sees it in his joy; <span class="linenum">70</span></div> -<div class="verse">The Youth, who daily farther from the east</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Must travel, still is Nature’s Priest,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And by the vision splendid</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Is on his way attended;</div> -<div class="verse">At length the Man perceives it<a name="FNanchor_318" id="FNanchor_318"></a><a href="#Footnote_318" class="fnanchor">[318]</a> die away, <span class="linenum">75</span></div> -<div class="verse">And fade into the light of common day.<a name="FNanchor_319" id="FNanchor_319"></a><a href="#Footnote_319" class="fnanchor">[319]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">VI</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Earth fills her lap with pleasures<a name="FNanchor_320" id="FNanchor_320"></a><a href="#Footnote_320" class="fnanchor">[320]</a> of her own;</div> -<div class="verse">Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind,</div> -<div class="verse">And, even with something of a Mother’s mind,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And no unworthy aim, <span class="linenum">80</span></div> -<div class="verse indent3">The homely Nurse doth all she can</div> -<div class="verse">To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Forget the glories he hath known,</div> -<div class="verse">And that imperial palace whence he came.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">VII</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, <span class="linenum">85</span></div> -<div class="verse">A six years’ Darling<a name="FNanchor_321" id="FNanchor_321"></a><a href="#Footnote_321" class="fnanchor">[321]</a> of a pigmy size!</div> -<div class="verse">See, where ’mid work of his own hand he lies,</div> -<div class="verse">Fretted by sallies of his mother’s kisses,</div> -<div class="verse">With light upon him from his father’s eyes!</div> -<div class="verse">See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, <span class="linenum">90</span></div> -<div class="verse">Some fragment from his dream of human life,</div> -<div class="verse">Shaped by himself with newly-learned art;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">A wedding or a festival,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">A mourning or a funeral;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And this hath now his heart, <span class="linenum">95</span></div> -<div class="verse indent2">And unto this he frames his song:</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Then will he fit his tongue</div> -<div class="verse">To dialogues of business, love, or strife;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But it will not be long</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Ere this be thrown aside, <span class="linenum">100</span></div> -<div class="verse indent2">And with new joy and pride</div> -<div class="verse">The little Actor cons another part;</div> -<div class="verse">Filling from time to time his “humorous stage”<a name="FNanchor_322" id="FNanchor_322"></a><a href="#Footnote_322" class="fnanchor">[322]</a></div> -<div class="verse">With all the Persons, down to palsied Age,</div> -<div class="verse">That Life brings with her in her equipage; <span class="linenum">105</span></div> -<div class="verse indent2">As if his whole vocation</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Were endless imitation.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">VIII</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thou, whose exterior semblance<a name="FNanchor_323" id="FNanchor_323"></a><a href="#Footnote_323" class="fnanchor">[323]</a> doth belie</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Thy Soul’s immensity;</div> -<div class="verse">Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep <span class="linenum">110</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind,</div> -<div class="verse">That, deaf and silent, read’st the eternal deep,</div> -<div class="verse">Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,—</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Mighty Prophet! Seer blest!</div> -<div class="verse indent3">On whom those truths do rest, <span class="linenum">115</span></div> -<div class="verse">Which we are toiling all our lives to find,</div> -<div class="verse">In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave;<a name="FNanchor_324" id="FNanchor_324"></a><a href="#Footnote_324" class="fnanchor">[324]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Thou, over whom thy Immortality</div> -<div class="verse">Broods like the Day, a Master o’er a Slave,</div> -<div class="verse">A Presence which is not to be put by;<a name="FNanchor_325" id="FNanchor_325"></a><a href="#Footnote_325" class="fnanchor">[325]</a> <span class="linenum">120</span></div> -<div class="verse">Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might</div> -<div class="verse">Of heaven-born freedom on thy being’s height,<a name="FNanchor_326" id="FNanchor_326"></a><a href="#Footnote_326" class="fnanchor">[326]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke</div> -<div class="verse">The years to bring the inevitable yoke,</div> -<div class="verse">Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? <span class="linenum">125</span></div> -<div class="verse">Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight,</div> -<div class="verse">And custom<a name="FNanchor_327" id="FNanchor_327"></a><a href="#Footnote_327" class="fnanchor">[327]</a> lie upon thee with a weight,<a name="FNanchor_328" id="FNanchor_328"></a><a href="#Footnote_328" class="fnanchor">[328]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">IX</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">O joy! that in our embers</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Is something that doth live, <span class="linenum">130</span></div> -<div class="verse indent4">That nature yet remembers</div> -<div class="verse indent4">What was so fugitive!</div> -<div class="verse">The thought of our past years in me doth breed</div> -<div class="verse">Perpetual benediction;<a name="FNanchor_329" id="FNanchor_329"></a><a href="#Footnote_329" class="fnanchor">[329]</a> not indeed</div> -<div class="verse">For that which is most worthy to be blest; <span class="linenum">135</span></div> -<div class="verse">Delight and liberty, the simple creed</div> -<div class="verse">Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest,</div> -<div class="verse">With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:—<a name="FNanchor_330" id="FNanchor_330"></a><a href="#Footnote_330" class="fnanchor">[330]</a></div> -<div class="verse indent4">Not for these I raise</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The song of thanks and praise; <span class="linenum">140</span></div> -<div class="verse indent3">But for those obstinate questionings</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Of sense and outward things,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Fallings from us, vanishings;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Blank misgivings of a Creature</div> -<div class="verse">Moving about in worlds not realised, <span class="linenum">145</span></div> -<div class="verse">High instincts before which our mortal Nature</div> -<div class="verse">Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised:</div> -<div class="verse indent4">But for those first affections,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Those shadowy recollections,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Which, be they what they may, <span class="linenum">150</span></div> -<div class="verse">Are yet the fountain light of all our day,</div> -<div class="verse">Are yet a master light of all our seeing;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make<a name="FNanchor_331" id="FNanchor_331"></a><a href="#Footnote_331" class="fnanchor">[331]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Our noisy years seem moments in the being</div> -<div class="verse">Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, <span class="linenum">155</span></div> -<div class="verse indent3">To perish never;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Nor Man nor Boy,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor all that is at enmity with joy,</div> -<div class="verse">Can utterly abolish or destroy! <span class="linenum">160</span></div> -<div class="verse indent3">Hence in a season of calm weather,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Though inland far we be,</div> -<div class="verse">Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which brought us hither,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Can in a moment travel thither, <span class="linenum">165</span></div> -<div class="verse">And see the Children sport upon the shore,</div> -<div class="verse">And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">X</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song!</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And let the young Lambs bound</div> -<div class="verse indent3">As to the tabor’s sound! <span class="linenum">170</span></div> -<div class="verse">We in thought will join your throng,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Ye that pipe and ye that play,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Ye that through your hearts to-day</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Feel the gladness of the May!</div> -<div class="verse">What though the radiance which was once so bright <span class="linenum">175</span></div> -<div class="verse">Be now for ever taken from my sight,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Though nothing can bring back the hour</div> -<div class="verse">Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">We will grieve not, rather find</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Strength in what remains behind; <span class="linenum">180</span></div> -<div class="verse indent3">In the primal sympathy</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Which having been must ever be;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">In the soothing thoughts that spring</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Out of human suffering;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">In the faith that looks through death, <span class="linenum">185</span></div> -<div class="verse">In years that bring the philosophic mind.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">XI</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves,</div> -<div class="verse">Forebode not any severing<a name="FNanchor_332" id="FNanchor_332"></a><a href="#Footnote_332" class="fnanchor">[332]</a> of our loves!</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;</div> -<div class="verse">I only have relinquished one delight <span class="linenum">190</span></div> -<div class="verse">To live beneath your more habitual sway.</div> -<div class="verse">I love the Brooks which down their channels fret,</div> -<div class="verse">Even more than when I tripped lightly as they;</div> -<div class="verse">The innocent brightness of a new-born Day</div> -<div class="verse indent7">Is lovely yet; <span class="linenum">195</span></div> -<div class="verse">The Clouds that gather round the setting sun</div> -<div class="verse">Do take a sober colouring from an eye</div> -<div class="verse">That hath kept watch o’er man’s mortality;</div> -<div class="verse">Another race hath been, and other palms are won.<a name="FNanchor_333" id="FNanchor_333"></a><a href="#Footnote_333" class="fnanchor">[333]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Thanks to the human heart by which we live, <span class="linenum">200</span></div> -<div class="verse">Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,</div> -<div class="verse">To me the meanest flower that blows<a name="FNanchor_334" id="FNanchor_334"></a><a href="#Footnote_334" class="fnanchor">[334]</a> can give</div> -<div class="verse">Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.<a name="FNanchor_335" id="FNanchor_335"></a><a href="#Footnote_335" class="fnanchor">[335]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>This great <i>Ode</i> was first printed as the last poem in the second -volume of the edition of 1807. At that date Wordsworth gave -it the simple title <i>Ode</i>, prefixing to it the motto, “Paulò majora -canamus.” In 1815, when he revised the poem throughout, -he named it—in the characteristic manner of many of his titles—diffuse -and yet precise, <i>Ode. Intimations of Immortality -from Recollections of Early Childhood</i>; and he then prefixed to -it the lines of his own earlier poem on the Rainbow (March -1802):—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Child is Father of the Man;</div> -<div class="verse">And I could wish my days to be</div> -<div class="verse">Bound each to each by natural piety.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">It retained this longer title and motto in all subsequent editions.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span> -In the editions 1807 to 1820, it was placed by itself at -the end of the poems, and formed their natural conclusion and -climax. In the editions 1827 and 1832, it was inappropriately -put amongst “Epitaphs and Elegiac Poems.” The evident -mistake of placing it amongst these seems to have suggested -to Wordsworth, in 1836, its having a place by itself,—which -he gave it then and retained in the subsequent editions of 1842 -and 1849,—when it closed the series of minor poems in Volume -<span class="smcapuc">V.</span>, and preceded the <i>Excursion</i> in Volume <span class="smcapuc">VI.</span> The same -arrangement was adopted in the double-columned single volume -edition of 1845.</p> - -<p>Mr. Aubrey de Vere has urged me to take it out of its -chronological place, and let it conclude the whole series of -Wordsworth’s poems, as the greatest, and that to which all -others lead up. Mr. De Vere’s wish is based on conversations -which he had with the poet himself.</p> - -<p>The <i>Ode, Intimations of Immortality</i>, was written at intervals, -between the years 1803 and 1806; and it was subjected to frequent -and careful revision. No poem of Wordsworth’s bears -more evident traces in its structure at once of inspiration and -elaboration; of original flight of thought and <i>afflatus</i> on the one -hand, and on the other of careful sculpture and fastidious choice -of phrase. But it is remarkable that there are very few changes -of text in the successive editions. Most of the alterations were -made before 1815, and the omission of some feeble lines which -originally stood in stanza viii. in the editions of 1807 and 1815, -was a great advantage in disencumbering the poem. The main -revision and elaboration of this Ode, however—an elaboration -which suggests the passage of the glacier ice over the rocks of -White Moss Common, where the poem was murmured out -stanza by stanza—was all finished before it first saw the light -in 1807. In form it is irregular and original. And perhaps -the most remarkable thing in its structure, is the frequent -change of the keynote, and the skill and delicacy with which -the transitions are made. “The feet throughout are iambic. -The lines vary in length from the Alexandrine to the line with -two accents. There is a constant ebb and flow in the full tide -of song, but scarce two waves are alike.” (Hawes Turner, -<i>Selections from Wordsworth</i>.)</p> - -<p>In the “notes” to the <i>Selections</i> just referred to on Immortality, -there is an excellent commentary on this <i>Ode</i>, almost every -line of which is worthy of minute analysis and study. Some -of the following are suggested by Mr. Turner’s notes.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">(1) <i>The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The morning breeze blowing from the fields that were dark -during the hours of sleep.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">(2) —<i>But there’s a Tree, of many, one.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Compare Browning’s <i>May and Death</i>—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Only one little sight, one plant</div> -<div class="verse">Woods have in May, etc.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">(3) <i>The Pansy at my feet</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Doth the same tale repeat.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>French “Pensée.” “Pansies, that’s for thoughts.” Ophelia -in <i>Hamlet</i>.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">(4) <i>Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>This thought Wordsworth owed, consciously or unconsciously, -to Plato. Though he tells us in the Fenwick note that he did -not mean to <i>inculcate</i> the belief, there is no doubt that he clung -to the notion of a life pre-existing the present, on grounds -similar to those on which he believed in a life to come. But -there are some differences in the way in which the idea -commended itself to Plato and to Wordsworth. The stress was -laid by Wordsworth on the effect of terrestrial life in putting -the higher faculties to sleep, and making us “forget the glories -we have known.” Plato, on the other hand, looked upon the -mingled experiences of mundane life as inducing a gradual but -slow remembrance (ἀνάμνεσις) of the past. Compare Tennyson’s -<i>Two Voices</i>, and Wordsworth’s sonnet, beginning—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Man’s life is like a sparrow, mighty king.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">(5) <i>Filling from time to time his “humorous stage”</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>With all the Persons,</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent"><i>i.e.</i> with the <i>dramatis personæ</i>.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">(6) … <i>thou Eye among the blind,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>That, deaf and silent, read’st the eternal deep.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>There is an admirable parallel illustration of Wordsworth’s -use of this figure (describing one sense in terms of another), in -the lines in <i>Airey-Force Valley</i>—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A soft eye-music of slow-waving boughs.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">(7) <i>Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And custom lie upon thee with a weight,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span></p> - -<p>Compare with this, the lines in the fourth book of <i>The -Excursion</i>, beginning—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Alas! the endowment of immortal power</div> -<div class="verse">Is matched unequally with custom, time.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">(8) <i>Fallings from us, vanishings.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The outward sensible universe, visible and tangible, seeming -to fall away from us, as unreal, to vanish in unsubstantially. -See the explanation of this youthful experience in the Fenwick -note. That confession of his boyish days at Hawkshead, -“many times, while going to school, have I grasped at a wall -or tree, <i>to recall myself from this abyss of idealism to the reality</i>” -(by which he explains those—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fallings from us, vanishings, etc.),</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">suggests a similar experience and confession of Cardinal Newman’s -in his <i>Apologia</i> (see p. 67).</p> - -<p>The late Rev. Robert Perceval Graves, of Windermere, and -afterwards of Dublin, wrote to me in 1850:—“I remember Mr. -Wordsworth saying, that at a particular stage of his mental -progress, he used to be frequently so rapt into an unreal transcendental -world of ideas that the external world seemed no -longer to exist in relation to him, and he <i>had to reconvince -himself of its existence by clasping a tree, or something that happened -to be near him</i>. I could not help connecting this fact with that -obscure passage in his great <i>Ode on the Intimations of -Immortality</i>, in which he speaks of—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">Those obstinate questionings</div> -<div class="verse">Of sense and outward things;</div> -<div class="verse">Fallings from us, vanishings; etc.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Professor Bonamy Price further confirms the explanation -which Wordsworth gave of the passage, in a letter written to -me in 1881, giving an account of a conversation he had with -the poet, as follows:—</p> - -<div class="blockquote"> - -<p class="right">“<span class="smcap">Oxford</span>, <i>April 21, 1881</i>.</p> - -<p>“<span class="smcap">My dear Sir</span>,—You will be glad, I am sure, to receive -an interpretation, which chance enabled me to obtain from -Wordsworth himself of a passage in the immortal <i>Ode on -Immortality</i>.…</p> - -<p>“It happened one day that the poet, my wife, and I were -taking a walk together by the side of Rydal Water. We were -then by the sycamores under Nab Scar. The aged poet was in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span> -a most genial mood, and it suddenly occurred to me that I -might, without unwarrantable presumption, seize the golden -opportunity thus offered, and ask him to explain these mysterious -words. So I addressed him with an apology, and begged him -to explain, what my own feeble mother-wit was unable to unravel, -and for which I had in vain sought the assistance of others, -what were those ‘fallings from us, vanishings,’ for which, -above all other things, he gave God thanks. The venerable -old man raised his aged form erect; he was walking in the -middle, and passed across me to a five-barred gate in the wall -which bounded the road on the side of the lake. He clenched -the top bar firmly with his right hand, pushed strongly against -it, and then uttered these ever-memorable words: ‘There was -a time in my life when I had to push against something that -resisted, to be sure that there was anything outside of me. I -was sure of my own mind; everything else fell away, and -vanished into thought.’ Thought, he was sure of; matter for -him, at the moment, was an unreality—nothing but a thought. -Such natural spontaneous idealism has probably never been felt -by any other man.</p> - -<p class="right">“<span class="smcap">Bonamy Price.</span>”</p> - -</div> - -<p>This, however, was not an experience peculiar to Wordsworth, -as Professor Price imagined—and its value would be -much lessened if it had been so—but was one to which (as the -poet said to Miss Fenwick) “every one, if he would look back, -could bear testimony.”</p> - -<p>The following is from S.T. Coleridge’s <i>Biographia Literaria</i> -(chap. xxii. p. 29, edition 1817)—</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span></p> - -<p>“To the <i>Ode on the Intimations of Immortality from -Recollections of Early Childhood</i>, the poet might have prefixed -the lines which Dante addresses to one of his own -Canzoni—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Canzone, i’ credo, che saranno radi</div> -<div class="verse">Color che tua ragione intendan bene:</div> -<div class="verse">Tanto lor sei faticoso ed alto.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O lyric song, there will be few, think I,</div> -<div class="verse">Who may thy import understand aright:</div> -<div class="verse">Thou art for them so arduous and so high!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>But the Ode was intended for such readers only as had been -accustomed to watch the flux and reflux of their inmost nature, -to venture at times into the twilight realms of consciousness, -and to feel a deep interest in modes of inmost being, to which -they know that the attributes of time and space are inapplicable -and alien, but which yet cannot be conveyed, save in symbols -of time and space. For such readers the sense is sufficiently -plain, and they will be as little disposed to charge Mr. Wordsworth -with believing the Platonic pre-existence in the ordinary -interpretation of the words, as I am to believe, that Plato -himself ever meant or taught it.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">πολλά μοι ὑπ’ ἀγκῶνος ὠκέα βέλη</div> -<div class="verse">ἔνδον ἐντὶ φαρέτρας</div> -<div class="verse">φωνᾶντα συνετοῖσιν ἐς</div> -<div class="verse">δὲ τὸ πᾶν ἑρμηνέων</div> -<div class="verse">χατίζει. σοφὸς ὁ πολλὰ εἰδὼς φυᾷ.</div> -<div class="verse">μαθόντες δὲ λάβροι</div> -<div class="verse">παγγλωσσίᾳ, κόρακες ὥς,</div> -<div class="verse">ἄκραντα γαρύετον</div> -<div class="verse">Διὸς πρὸς ὄρνιχα θεῖον.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcap">Pindar</span>, <span class="smcap">Olymp.</span> ii.”<a name="FNanchor_336" id="FNanchor_336"></a><a href="#Footnote_336" class="fnanchor">[336]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The following parallel passages from <i>The Excursion</i>, <i>The -Prelude</i>, Ruskin’s <i>Modern Painters</i>, Keble’s <i>Praelectiones de -Poeticae vi Medica</i> (p. 788, Prael. xxxix.), and the <i>Silex Scintillans</i> -of Henry Vaughan, are quoted, in an interesting note to -the <i>Ode</i> on Immortality, in Professor Henry Reed’s American -edition of the Poems (1851).</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">I</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent9">Ah! why in age</div> -<div class="verse">Do we revert so fondly to the walks</div> -<div class="verse">Of childhood—but that there the Soul discerns</div> -<div class="verse">The dear memorial footsteps unimpaired</div> -<div class="verse">Of her own native vigour—thence can hear</div> -<div class="verse">Reverberations; and a choral song,</div> -<div class="verse">Commingling with the incense that ascends,</div> -<div class="verse">Undaunted, toward the imperishable heavens,</div> -<div class="verse">From her own lonely altar?</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><i>The Excursion</i>, book ix. ll. 36-44.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">II</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent10">Our childhood sits,</div> -<div class="verse">Our simple childhood, sits upon a throne</div> -<div class="verse">That hath more power than all the elements.</div> -<div class="verse">I guess not what this tells of Being past,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor what it augurs of the life to come; etc.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><i>The Prelude</i>, book v. ll. 507-511.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center">III</p> - -<p>“ … There was never yet the child of any promise (so -far as the theoretic faculties are concerned) but awaked to the -sense of beauty with the first gleam of reason; and I suppose -there are few, among those who love Nature otherwise than by -profession and at second-hand, who look not back to their -youngest and least learned days as those of the most intense, -superstitious, insatiable, and beatific perception of her splendours. -And the bitter decline of this glorious feeling, though many -note it not, partly owing to the cares and weight of manhood, -which leave them not the time nor the liberty to look for their -lost treasure, and partly to the human and divine affections -which are appointed to take its place, yet have formed the -subject, not indeed of lamentation, but of holy thankfulness for -the witness it bears to the immortal origin and end of our -nature, to one whose authority is almost without appeal in all -questions relating to the influence of external things upon the -pure human soul.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Not for these I raise</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The song of thanks and praise</div> -<div class="verse">But for those obstinate questionings, etc. etc.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>And if it were possible for us to recollect all the unaccountable -and happy instincts of the careless time, and to reason upon -them with the maturer judgment, we might arrive at more -right results than either the philosophy or the sophisticated -practice of art has yet attained. But we love the perceptions -before we are capable of methodising or comparing them.” -(Ruskin’s <i>Modern Painters</i>, vol. ii. p. 36, part iii. ch. v. -sec. i.)</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span></p> - -<p>“ … Etenim qui velit acutius indagare causas propensae -in antiqua saecula voluntatis, mirum ni conjectura incidat -aliquando in commentum illud Pythagorae, docentis, animarum -nostrarum non tum fieri initium, cum in hoc mundo nascimur; -immo ex ignota quadam regione venire eas, in sua quamque -corpora; neque tam penitus Lethaeo potu imbui, quin permanet -quasi quidam anteactae aetatis sapor; hunc autem excitari -identidem, et nescio quo sensu percipi, tacito quidem illo et -obscuro, sed percipi tamen. Atque hac ferme sententia extat -summi hac memoria Poetae nobilissimum carmen; nempe non -aliam ob causam tangi pueritiae recordationem exquisita illa ac -pervagata dulcedine, quam propter debilem quendam prioris -aevi Deique propioris sensum.</p> - -<p>Quamvis autem hanc opinionem vix ferat divinae philosophiae -ratio, fatemur tamen eam eatenus ad verum accedere, quo -sanctum aliquod et grave tribuit memoriae et caritati puerilium -annorum. Nosmet certe infantes novimus quam prope tetigerit -Divina benignitas; quis porro scit, an omnis illa temporis anteacti -dulcedo habeat quandam significationem Illius Praesentiae?” -(Keble, <i>Praelectiones de Poeticae vi Medica</i>, p. 788, Prael. -xxxix.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<p class="center">“<span class="smcap">Corruption</span></p> -<div class="verse">Sure, it was so. Man in those early days</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Was not all stone and earth;</div> -<div class="verse">He shined a little, and by those weak rays,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Had some glimpse of his birth.</div> -<div class="verse">He saw Heaven o’er his head, and knew from whence</div> -<div class="verse indent4">He came condemned hither,</div> -<div class="verse">And, as first Love draws strongest, so from hence</div> -<div class="verse indent4">His mind sure progressed thither.”</div> -<div class="verse attribution">Henry Vaughan, <i>Silex Scintillans</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Mr. Reed also quotes a passage from Vaughan’s poem <i>Childehood</i>; -but a more apposite passage may be found in <i>The -Retreate</i>, in <i>Silex Scintillans</i>.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Happy those early dayes, when I</div> -<div class="verse">Shined in my Angell-infancy!</div> -<div class="verse">Before I understood this place</div> -<div class="verse">Appointed for my second race,</div> -<div class="verse">Or taught my soul to fancy ought</div> -<div class="verse">But a white celestiall thought;</div> -<div class="verse">When yet I had not walkt above</div> -<div class="verse">A mile or two from my first Love,</div> -<div class="verse">And looking back, at that short space,</div> -<div class="verse">Could see a glimpse of his bright face;</div> -<div class="verse">When on some <i>gilded Cloud or Flowre</i></div> -<div class="verse">My gazing soul would dwell an houre,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span> -<div class="verse">And in those weaker glories spy</div> -<div class="verse">Some shadows of eternity;</div> -<div class="verse">…</div> -<div class="verse">But felt through all this fleshly dresse</div> -<div class="verse">Bright <i>shootes</i> of everlastingnesse.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The extent of Wordsworth’s debt to Vaughan has been -discussed a good deal. There was no copy of the <i>Silex -Scintillans</i> in the Rydal Mount sale-catalogue. I believe that -he had read <i>The Retreate</i>, and forgotten it more completely -perhaps than Coleridge forgot Sir John Davies’ <i>Orchestra, a -Poem on Dancing</i>, when he wrote <i>The Ancient Mariner</i>.</p> - -<p>The following may be added from <i>The Friend</i> (the edition -of 1818), vol. i. p. 183:—“To find no contradiction in the -union of old and new to contemplate the Ancient of Days -with feelings as fresh as if they then sprang forth at his own -fiat, this characterizes the minds that feel the riddle of the -world, and may help to unravel it! To carry on the feelings -of childhood into the powers of manhood, to combine the -child’s sense of wonder and novelty with the appearances which -every day, for perhaps 40 years, had rendered familiar,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With sun and moon and stars throughout the year</div> -<div class="verse">And man and woman——</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>This is the character and privilege of genius, and one of the -marks which distinguish genius from talent.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_310" id="Footnote_310"></a><a href="#FNanchor_310"><span class="label">[310]</span></a> Compare the Atman of the Vedanta Philosophy.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_311" id="Footnote_311"></a><a href="#FNanchor_311"><span class="label">[311]</span></a> See vol. ii. p. 292.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_312" id="Footnote_312"></a><a href="#FNanchor_312"><span class="label">[312]</span></a> 1820.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… has …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1807.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_313" id="Footnote_313"></a><a href="#FNanchor_313"><span class="label">[313]</span></a> Compare <i>The Idle Shepherd Boys</i>, ll. 28-30 (vol. ii. p. 138).—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_314" id="Footnote_314"></a><a href="#FNanchor_314"><span class="label">[314]</span></a> 1807.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Even yet more gladness, I can hold it all.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_315" id="Footnote_315"></a><a href="#FNanchor_315"><span class="label">[315]</span></a> 1836.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">While the Earth herself …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1807.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… itself …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1827.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The text of 1832 returns to that of 1807.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_316" id="Footnote_316"></a><a href="#FNanchor_316"><span class="label">[316]</span></a> 1836.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… pulling</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1807.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_317" id="Footnote_317"></a><a href="#FNanchor_317"><span class="label">[317]</span></a></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Where is it gone, …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_318" id="Footnote_318"></a><a href="#FNanchor_318"><span class="label">[318]</span></a> 1807.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… beholds it …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_319" id="Footnote_319"></a><a href="#FNanchor_319"><span class="label">[319]</span></a> Compare, in Bacon’s Essay <i>Of Youth and Age</i>, “A certaine Rabbine -upon the Text, <i>Your Young Men shall see visions, and your Old Men shall -dream dreames</i>, inferreth that Young Men are admitted nearer to God than -Old, because <i>Vision</i> is a clearer Revelation than a Dreame.”</p> - -<p>See Professor Max Müller’s note to his translation of the Upanishads -(<i>Sacred Books of the East</i>, vol. xv. p. 164), beginning “Drivudagomga uses -a curious argument in support of the existence of another world.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_320" id="Footnote_320"></a><a href="#FNanchor_320"><span class="label">[320]</span></a> 1807.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… pleasure …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_321" id="Footnote_321"></a><a href="#FNanchor_321"><span class="label">[321]</span></a> 1815.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A four years’ Darling …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1807.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_322" id="Footnote_322"></a><a href="#FNanchor_322"><span class="label">[322]</span></a> See, in Daniel’s <i>Musophilus</i>, the introductory sonnet to Fulke Greville, -l. 1.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_323" id="Footnote_323"></a><a href="#FNanchor_323"><span class="label">[323]</span></a> 1807.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… presence …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_324" id="Footnote_324"></a><a href="#FNanchor_324"><span class="label">[324]</span></a> This line is not in the editions of 1807 and 1815.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_325" id="Footnote_325"></a><a href="#FNanchor_325"><span class="label">[325]</span></a> The editions of 1807 and 1815 have, after “put by”:</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent3">To whom the grave</div> -<div class="verse">Is but a lowly bed without the sense or sight</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Of day or the warm light,</div> -<div class="verse">A place of thought where we in waiting lie;</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The subsequent omission of these lines was due to Coleridge’s disapproval -of them, expressed in <i>Biographia Literaria</i>.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_326" id="Footnote_326"></a><a href="#FNanchor_326"><span class="label">[326]</span></a> 1815.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Of untamed pleasures, on thy Being’s height,</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1807.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_327" id="Footnote_327"></a><a href="#FNanchor_327"><span class="label">[327]</span></a> 1807.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The world upon thy noble nature seize</div> -<div class="verse indent4">With all its vanities,</div> -<div class="verse">And custom …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_328" id="Footnote_328"></a><a href="#FNanchor_328"><span class="label">[328]</span></a> Compare <i>The Excursion</i>, book iv. ll. 205, 206—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Alas! the endowment of immortal power</div> -<div class="verse">Is matched unequally with custom, time.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_329" id="Footnote_329"></a><a href="#FNanchor_329"><span class="label">[329]</span></a> 1827.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Perpetual benedictions: …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1807.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_330" id="Footnote_330"></a><a href="#FNanchor_330"><span class="label">[330]</span></a> 1815.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Of Childhood, whether fluttering or at rest,</div> -<div class="verse">With new-born hope for ever in his breast:</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1807.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_331" id="Footnote_331"></a><a href="#FNanchor_331"><span class="label">[331]</span></a> 1815.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Uphold us, cherish us, and make</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1807.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_332" id="Footnote_332"></a><a href="#FNanchor_332"><span class="label">[332]</span></a> 1836.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Think not of any severing …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1807.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_333" id="Footnote_333"></a><a href="#FNanchor_333"><span class="label">[333]</span></a> Professor Dowden writes of this line: “It is a sunset reflection, natural -to one who has ‘kept watch o’er man’s mortality’: the day is closing, as -human lives have closed; the sun went forth out of his chamber as a strong -man to run a race, and now the race is over and the palm has been won: all -things have their hour of fulfilment.” (See vol. v. p. 365, of his edition of -Wordsworth’s Poems.)—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_334" id="Footnote_334"></a><a href="#FNanchor_334"><span class="label">[334]</span></a> Compare the introduction to the first canto of <i>Marmion</i>—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The vernal sun new life bestows</div> -<div class="verse">Upon the meanest flower that blows,</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_335" id="Footnote_335"></a><a href="#FNanchor_335"><span class="label">[335]</span></a> Compare Wither’s <i>The Shepherds Hunting</i>, the fourth eclogue, ll. -368-380.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_336" id="Footnote_336"></a><a href="#FNanchor_336"><span class="label">[336]</span></a> The text of Pindar, as given by S.T.C., is corrected in the above -quotation.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span></p> - -<p class="center larger">POEMS<br /> -<span class="smaller">BY</span><br /> -WILLIAM WORDSWORTH<br /> -<span class="smaller">AND BY</span><br /> -DOROTHY WORDSWORTH<br /> -NOT INCLUDED IN THE EDITION OF 1849-50</p> - -<h2 id="ch1787">1787</h2> - -<h3>SONNET, ON SEEING MISS HELEN MARIA -WILLIAMS WEEP AT A TALE OF DISTRESS<a name="FNanchor_337" id="FNanchor_337"></a><a href="#Footnote_337" class="fnanchor">[337]</a></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She wept.—Life’s purple tide began to flow</div> -<div class="verse">In languid streams through every thrilling vein;</div> -<div class="verse">Dim were my swimming eyes—my pulse beat slow,</div> -<div class="verse">And my full heart was swell’d to dear delicious pain.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Life left my loaded heart, and closing eye; <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">A sigh recall’d the wanderer to my breast;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Dear was the pause of life, and dear the sigh</div> -<div class="verse">That call’d the wanderer home, and home to rest.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That tear proclaims—in thee each virtue dwells,</div> -<div class="verse">And bright will shine in misery’s midnight hour; <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">As the soft star of dewy evening tells</div> -<div class="verse">What radiant fires were drown’d by day’s malignant pow’r,</div> -<div class="verse">That only wait the darkness of the night</div> -<div class="verse">To chear the wand’ring wretch with hospitable light.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcap">Axiologus.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>[European Magazine, 1787, vol. xi. p. 302.]</p> - -<p>S.T.C. addressed some lines to Wordsworth under the -name Axiologus. The following is a sample, sent to me by -the late Mr. Dykes Campbell, <i>Ad Vilmum Axiologum</i>.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span><a name="FNanchor_338" id="FNanchor_338"></a><a href="#Footnote_338" class="fnanchor">[338]</a></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<p class="center">AD VILMUM AXIOLOGUM</p> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">This be the meed, that thy song creates a thousand-fold echo!</div> -<div class="verse">Sweet as the warble of woods, that awakes at the gale of the morning!</div> -<div class="verse">List! the Hearts of the Pure, like caves in the ancient mountains</div> -<div class="verse">Deep, deep <i>in</i> the Bosom, and <i>from</i> the Bosom resound it,</div> -<div class="verse">Each with a different tone, complete or in musical fragments—</div> -<div class="verse">All have welcomed thy Voice, and receive and retain and prolong it!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">This is the word of the Lord! it is spoken and Beings Eternal</div> -<div class="verse">Live and are borne as an Infant, the Eternal begets the Immortal—</div> -<div class="verse">Love is the Spirit of Life, and Music the Life of the Spirit!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_337" id="Footnote_337"></a><a href="#FNanchor_337"><span class="label">[337]</span></a> The only justification for republishing this sonnet is that it is the earliest -authoritative record of Wordsworth’s attempts in Verse. It is a much more -authentic one than the <i>Extract from the conclusion of a Poem, composed in -anticipation of leaving School</i>, or than the lines <i>Written in very early -Youth</i>, and beginning</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Wordsworth dated the former of these poems 1786, but I do not believe that -he wrote that poem, and still less that he wrote “Calm is all nature,” etc., -<i>as we now have it</i>, in that year. Doubtless he wrote verses on these two -subjects; but the best evidence against the notion that the text, as we now -have it, was written in 1786, is this 1787 sonnet on Miss Maria Williams. -It is not only dated authoritatively, but it was <i>published</i> in 1787; and therefore -serves (as nothing else can until we come to 1793) as evidence in regard -to the development of his poetic power. The translation of Francis -Wrangham’s lines—which he called <i>The Birth of Love</i>—in 1795, is further -evidence in the same direction. No doubt there were many poor poetic -utterances by Wordsworth later in life—failures in his manhood, as dismal as -the “Walford Tragedy” was in his youth—but I think that the <i>Lines -written in very early Youth</i>, and the <i>Extract from the Poem composed in -anticipation of leaving School</i>, were rehandled by him, and the text greatly -improved before they were first published. The late Mr. J. Dykes -Campbell wrote to me in 1892: “Poets tell dreadful fibs about their early -verses—as witness S.T.C. who declared he wrote <i>The Advent of Love</i> at -fifteen! I <i>know</i> he didn’t, and am going to print one or two of his prize -school verses of that age, which I have found in his own fifteen-year-old -fist.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_338" id="Footnote_338"></a><a href="#FNanchor_338"><span class="label">[338]</span></a> I should add, in a footnote, that I have no knowledge of the source -whence Mr. Campbell derived this; but I am sure that it must have reached -him from an authentic one.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span></p> - -<h3>LINES WRITTEN BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH -AS A SCHOOL EXERCISE AT HAWKSHEAD, -ANNO ÆTATIS 14</h3> - -<p>In the “Autobiographical Memoranda”—dictated at Rydal -Mount in 1847—Wordsworth said, “The first verses which I -wrote were a task imposed by my master: the subject <i>The -Summer Vacation</i>, and of my own accord I added others upon -<i>Return to School</i>. There was nothing remarkable in either -poem; but I was called upon, among other scholars, to write -verses upon the completion of the second century from the -foundation of the school in 1585, by Archbishop Sandys. -These verses were much admired, far more than they deserved, -for they were but a tame imitation of Pope’s versification, and a -little in his style. This exercise, however, put it into my head -to compose verses from the impulse of my own mind; and I -wrote, while yet a schoolboy, a long poem running upon my -own adventures, and the scenery of the county in which I was -brought up.”</p> - -<p>The <i>Summer Vacation</i>, and the <i>Return to School</i>, were -destroyed by Wordsworth.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And has the Sun his flaming chariot driven</div> -<div class="verse">Two hundred times around the ring of heaven,</div> -<div class="verse">Since Science first, with all her sacred train,</div> -<div class="verse">Beneath yon roof began her heavenly reign?</div> -<div class="verse">While thus I mused, methought, before mine eyes, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">The Power of <span class="smcap">Education</span> seemed to rise;</div> -<div class="verse">Not she whose rigid precepts trained the boy</div> -<div class="verse">Dead to the sense of every finer joy;</div> -<div class="verse">Nor that vile wretch who bade the tender age</div> -<div class="verse">Spurn Reason’s law and humour Passion’s rage; <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">But she who trains the generous British youth</div> -<div class="verse">In the bright paths of fair majestic Truth:</div> -<div class="verse">Emerging slow from Academus’ grove</div> -<div class="verse">In heavenly majesty she seem’d to move.</div> -<div class="verse">Stern was her forehead, but a smile serene <span class="linenum">15</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span> -<div class="verse">“Soften’d the terrors of her awful mien.”<a name="FNanchor_339" id="FNanchor_339"></a><a href="#Footnote_339" class="fnanchor">[339]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Close at her side were all the powers, design’d</div> -<div class="verse">To curb, exalt, reform the tender mind:</div> -<div class="verse">With panting breast, now pale as winter snows,</div> -<div class="verse">Now flushed as Hebe, Emulation rose; <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">Shame follow’d after with reverted eye,</div> -<div class="verse">And hue far deeper than the Tyrian dye;</div> -<div class="verse">Last Industry appear’d with steady pace,</div> -<div class="verse">A smile sat beaming on her pensive face.</div> -<div class="verse">I gazed upon the visionary train, <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Threw back my eyes, return’d, and gazed again.</div> -<div class="verse">When lo! the heavenly goddess thus began,</div> -<div class="verse">Through all my frame the pleasing accents ran.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">When Superstition left the golden light</div> -<div class="verse">And fled indignant to the shades of night; <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">When pure Religion rear’d the peaceful breast</div> -<div class="verse">And lull’d the warring passions into rest,</div> -<div class="verse">Drove far away the savage thoughts that roll</div> -<div class="verse">In the dark mansions of the bigot’s soul,</div> -<div class="verse">Enlivening Hope display’d her cheerful ray, <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">And beam’d on Britain’s sons a brighter day,</div> -<div class="verse">So when on Ocean’s face the storm subsides,</div> -<div class="verse">Hush’d are the winds and silent are the tides;</div> -<div class="verse">The God of day, in all the pomp of light,</div> -<div class="verse">Moves through the vault of heaven, and dissipates the night; <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -<div class="verse">Wide o’er the main a trembling lustre plays,</div> -<div class="verse">The glittering waves reflect the dazzling blaze;</div> -<div class="verse">Science with joy saw Superstition fly</div> -<div class="verse">Before the lustre of Religion’s eye;</div> -<div class="verse">With rapture she beheld Britannia smile, <span class="linenum">45</span></div> -<div class="verse">Clapp’d her strong wings, and sought the cheerful isle.</div> -<div class="verse">The shades of night no more the soul involve,</div> -<div class="verse">She sheds her beam, and, lo! the shades dissolve;</div> -<div class="verse">No jarring monks, to gloomy cell confined,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span> -<div class="verse">With mazy rules perplex the weary mind; <span class="linenum">50</span></div> -<div class="verse">No shadowy forms entice the soul aside,</div> -<div class="verse">Secure she walks, Philosophy her guide.</div> -<div class="verse">Britain, who long her warriors had adored,</div> -<div class="verse">And deemed all merit centred in the sword;</div> -<div class="verse">Britain, who thought to stain the field was fame, <span class="linenum">55</span></div> -<div class="verse">Now honour’d Edward’s less than Bacon’s name.</div> -<div class="verse">Her sons no more in listed fields advance</div> -<div class="verse">To ride the ring, or toss the beamy lance;</div> -<div class="verse">No longer steel their indurated hearts</div> -<div class="verse">To the mild influence of the finer arts; <span class="linenum">60</span></div> -<div class="verse">Quick to the secret grotto they retire</div> -<div class="verse">To court majestic truth, or wake the golden lyre;</div> -<div class="verse">By generous Emulation taught to rise,</div> -<div class="verse">The seats of learning brave the distant skies.</div> -<div class="verse">Then noble Sandys, inspir’d with great design, <span class="linenum">65</span></div> -<div class="verse">Rear’d Hawkshead’s happy roof, and call’d it mine;</div> -<div class="verse">There have I loved to show the tender age</div> -<div class="verse">The golden precepts of the classic page;</div> -<div class="verse">To lead the mind to those Elysian plains</div> -<div class="verse">Where, throned in gold, immortal Science reigns; <span class="linenum">70</span></div> -<div class="verse">Fair to the view is sacred Truth display’d,</div> -<div class="verse">In all the majesty of light array’d,</div> -<div class="verse">To teach, on rapid wings, the curious soul</div> -<div class="verse">To roam from heaven to heaven, from pole to pole,</div> -<div class="verse">From thence to search the mystic cause of things <span class="linenum">75</span></div> -<div class="verse">And follow Nature to her secret springs;</div> -<div class="verse">Nor less to guide the fluctuating youth</div> -<div class="verse">Firm in the sacred paths of moral truth,</div> -<div class="verse">To regulate the mind’s disorder’d frame,</div> -<div class="verse">And quench the passions kindling into flame; <span class="linenum">80</span></div> -<div class="verse">The glimmering fires of Virtue to enlarge,</div> -<div class="verse">And purge from Vice’s dross my tender charge.</div> -<div class="verse">Oft have I said, the paths of Fame pursue,</div> -<div class="verse">And all that virtue dictates, dare to do;</div> -<div class="verse">Go to the world, peruse the book of man, <span class="linenum">85</span></div> -<div class="verse">And learn from thence thy own defects to scan;</div> -<div class="verse">Severely honest, break no plighted trust,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span> -<div class="verse">But coldly rest not here—be more than just;</div> -<div class="verse">Join to the rigours of the sires of Rome</div> -<div class="verse">The gentler manners of the private dome; <span class="linenum">90</span></div> -<div class="verse">When Virtue weeps in agony of woe,</div> -<div class="verse">Teach from the heart the tender tear to flow;</div> -<div class="verse">If Pleasure’s soothing song thy soul entice,</div> -<div class="verse">Or all the gaudy pomp of splendid Vice,</div> -<div class="verse">Arise superior to the Siren’s power, <span class="linenum">95</span></div> -<div class="verse">The wretch, the short-lived vision of an hour;</div> -<div class="verse">Soon fades her cheek, her blushing beauties fly,</div> -<div class="verse">As fades the chequer’d bow that paints the sky,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So shall thy sire, whilst hope his breast inspires,</div> -<div class="verse">And wakes anew life’s glimmering trembling fires, <span class="linenum">100</span></div> -<div class="verse">Hear Britain’s sons rehearse thy praise with joy,</div> -<div class="verse">Look up to heaven, and bless his darling boy.</div> -<div class="verse">If e’er these precepts quell’d the passions’ strife,</div> -<div class="verse">If e’er they smooth’d the rugged walks of life,</div> -<div class="verse">If e’er they pointed forth the blissful way <span class="linenum">105</span></div> -<div class="verse">That guides the spirit to eternal day,</div> -<div class="verse">Do thou, if gratitude inspire thy breast,</div> -<div class="verse">Spurn the soft fetters of lethargic rest.</div> -<div class="verse">Awake, awake! and snatch the slumbering lyre,</div> -<div class="verse">Let this bright morn and Sandys the song inspire. <span class="linenum">110</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">I look’d obedience: the celestial Fair</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Smiled like the morn, and vanished into air.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_339" id="Footnote_339"></a><a href="#FNanchor_339"><span class="label">[339]</span></a> This quotation I am unable to trace—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h2 id="ch1792">1792 (or earlier)</h2> - -<h3>“SWEET WAS THE WALK ALONG THE -NARROW LANE”</h3> - -<p>This sonnet is found in one of Dorothy Wordsworth’s letters -to her friend Miss Jane Polland, written from Forncett Rectory, -on 6th May 1792. She wrote:—</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span></p> - -<p>“I promised to transcribe some of William’s compositions. -As I made the promise I will give you a little sonnet, but all -the same I charge you, as you value our friendship, not to read -it, or to show it to any one—to your sister, or any other person.… -I take the first that offers. It is only valuable to me -because the lane which gave birth to it was the favourite evening -walk of my dear William and me.” … “I have not chosen -this sonnet because of any particular beauty it has; it was the -first I laid my hands upon.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sweet was the walk along the narrow lane</div> -<div class="verse">At noon, the bank and hedgerows all the way</div> -<div class="verse">Shagged with wild pale green tufts of fragrant hay,</div> -<div class="verse">Caught by the hawthorns from the loaded wain</div> -<div class="verse">Which Age, with many a slow stoop, strove to gain; <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">And Childhood seeming still more busy, took</div> -<div class="verse">His little rake with cunning sidelong look,</div> -<div class="verse">Sauntering to pluck the strawberries wild unseen.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Now</i> too, on melancholy’s idle dream</div> -<div class="verse">Musing, the lone spot with my soul agrees <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Quiet and dark; for through the thick-wove trees</div> -<div class="verse">Scarce peeps the curious star till solemn gleams</div> -<div class="verse">The clouded moon, and calls me forth to stray</div> -<div class="verse">Through tall green silent woods and ruins grey.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>“WHEN LOVE WAS BORN OF HEAVENLY -LINE”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1795 (or earlier).—Published 1795</p> - -<p>Translated from some French stanzas by Francis Wrangham, -and Printed in <i>Poems by Francis Wrangham</i>, M.A., Member -of Trinity College, Cambridge, London (1795), Sold by J. -Mawman, 22 Poultry, pp. 106-111. In the edition of 1795, -the original French lines are printed side by side with Wordsworth’s -translation, which closes the volume.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When Love was born of heavenly line,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">What dire intrigues disturb’d Cythera’s joy!</div> -<div class="verse">Till Venus cried, “A mother’s heart is mine;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">None but myself shall nurse my boy.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But, infant as he was, the child <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">In that divine embrace enchanted lay;</div> -<div class="verse">And, by the beauty of the vase beguiled,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Forgot the beverage—and pined away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“And must my offspring languish in my sight?”</div> -<div class="verse indent1">(Alive to all a mother’s pain, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">The Queen of Beauty thus her court address’d)</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“No: Let the most discreet of all my train</div> -<div class="verse">Receive him to her breast:</div> -<div class="verse">Think all, he is the God of young delight.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then <span class="smcap">Tenderness</span> with <span class="smcap">Candour</span> join’d, <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">And <span class="smcap">Gaiety</span> the charming office sought;</div> -<div class="verse">Nor even <span class="smcap">Delicacy</span> stay’d behind:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But none of those fair Graces brought</div> -<div class="verse">Wherewith to nurse the child—and still he pined.</div> -<div class="verse">Some fond hearts to <span class="smcap">Compliance</span> seem’d inclined; <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">But she had surely spoil’d the boy:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And sad experience forbade a thought</div> -<div class="verse">On the wild Goddess of <span class="smcap">Voluptuous Joy</span>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Long undecided lay th’ important choice,</div> -<div class="verse">Till of the beauteous court, at length, a voice <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Pronounced the name of <span class="smcap">Hope</span>:—The conscious child</div> -<div class="verse">Stretch’d forth his little arms, and smiled.<a name="FNanchor_340" id="FNanchor_340"></a><a href="#Footnote_340" class="fnanchor">[340]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Tis said <span class="smcap">Enjoyment</span> (who averr’d</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The charge belong’d to her alone)</div> -<div class="verse">Jealous that <span class="smcap">Hope</span> had been preferr’d <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Laid snares to make the babe her own.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Of <span class="smcap">Innocence</span> the garb she took,</div> -<div class="verse">The blushing mien and downcast look;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And came her services to proffer:</div> -<div class="verse">And <span class="smcap">Hope</span> (what has not Hope believed!) <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">By that seducing air deceived,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Accepted of the offer.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It happen’d that, to sleep inclined,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Deluded <span class="smcap">Hope</span> for one short hour</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To that false <span class="smcap">Innocence’s</span> power <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -<div class="verse">Her little charge consign’d.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Goddess then her lap with sweetmeats fill’d</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And gave, in handfuls gave, the treacherous store:</div> -<div class="verse">A wild delirium first the infant thrill’d;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But soon upon her breast he sunk—to wake no more. <span class="linenum">45</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_340" id="Footnote_340"></a><a href="#FNanchor_340"><span class="label">[340]</span></a> Compare Gray’s <i>Progress of Poesy</i>, iii. I. 87—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent9">The dauntless child</div> -<div class="verse">Stretch’d forth his little arms, and smiled.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>THE CONVICT</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed (?).—Published 1798</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The glory of evening was spread through the west;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">—On the slope of a mountain I stood,</div> -<div class="verse">While the joy that precedes the calm season of rest</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Rang loud through the meadow and wood.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“And must we then part from a dwelling so fair?” <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">In the pain of my spirit I said,</div> -<div class="verse">And with a deep sadness I turned, to repair</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To the cell where the convict is laid.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The thick-ribbed walls that o’ershadow the gate</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Resound; and the dungeons unfold: <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">I pause; and at length, through the glimmering grate,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That outcast of pity behold.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His black matted hair on his shoulder is bent,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And deep is the sigh of his breath,</div> -<div class="verse">And with stedfast dejection his eyes are intent <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">On the fetters that link him to death.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Tis sorrow enough on that visage to gaze,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That body dismiss’d from his care;</div> -<div class="verse">Yet my fancy has pierced to his heart, and pourtrays</div> -<div class="verse indent1">More terrible images there. <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His bones are consumed, and his life-blood is dried,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With wishes the past to undo;</div> -<div class="verse">And his crime, through the pains that o’erwhelm him, descried,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Still blackens and grows on his view.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When from the dark synod, or blood-reeking field, <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">To his chamber the monarch is led,</div> -<div class="verse">All soothers of sense their soft virtue shall yield,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And quietness pillow his head.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But if grief, self-consumed, in oblivion would doze,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And conscience her tortures appease, <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">’Mid tumult and uproar this man must repose,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In the comfortless vault of disease.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When his fetters at night have so press’d on his limbs,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That the weight can no longer be borne,</div> -<div class="verse">If, while a half-slumber his memory bedims, <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">The wretch on his pallet should turn,</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">While the jail-mastiff howls at the dull clanking chain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From the roots of his hair there shall start</div> -<div class="verse">A thousand sharp punctures of cold-sweating pain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And terror shall leap at his heart. <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But now he half-raises his deep-sunken eye,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And the motion unsettles a tear;</div> -<div class="verse">The silence of sorrow it seems to supply,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And asks of me why I am here.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Poor victim! no idle intruder has stood <span class="linenum">45</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">With o’erweening complacence our state to compare,</div> -<div class="verse">But one, whose first wish is the wish to be good,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Is come as a brother thy sorrows to share.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“At thy name though compassion her nature resign,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Though in virtue’s proud mouth thy report be a stain, <span class="linenum">50</span></div> -<div class="verse">My care, if the arm of the mighty were mine,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Would plant thee where yet thou might’st blossom again.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h2 id="ch1798">1798</h2> - -<h3>“THE SNOW-TRACKS OF MY FRIENDS I SEE”</h3> - -<p>The following incomplete stanzas were evidently written -when <i>The Complaint of a Forsaken Indian Woman</i> was being -composed. They were all discarded, but have a biographical -interest. I assign them to the year 1798.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The snow-tracks of my friends I see,</div> -<div class="verse">Their foot-marks do not trouble me,</div> -<div class="verse">For ever left alone am I.</div> -<div class="verse">Then wherefore should I fear to die?</div> -<div class="verse">They to the last my friends did cherish <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">And to the last were good and kind,</div> -<div class="verse">Methinks ’tis strange I did not perish</div> -<div class="verse">The moment I was left behind.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Why do I watch those running deer?</div> -<div class="verse">And wherefore, wherefore come they here? <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">And wherefore do I seem to love</div> -<div class="verse">The things that live, the things that move?</div> -<div class="verse">Why do I look upon the sky?</div> -<div class="verse">I do not live for what I see.</div> -<div class="verse">Why open thus mine eyes? To die <span class="linenum">15</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Is all that now is left for me,</div> -<div class="verse">If I could smother up my heart</div> -<div class="verse">My life would then at once depart.</div> -<div class="verse">My friends, you live, and yet you seem</div> -<div class="verse">To me the people of a dream; <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">A dream in which there is no love,</div> -<div class="verse">And yet, my friends, you live and move.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When I could live without a pain,</div> -<div class="verse">And feel no wish to be alive,</div> -<div class="verse">In quiet hopelessness I sleep, <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Alas! how quiet, and how deep!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh no! I do not, cannot rue,</div> -<div class="verse">I did not strive to follow you.</div> -<div class="verse">I might have dropp’d, and died alone</div> -<div class="verse">On unknown snows, a spot unknown. <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">This spot to me must needs be dear,</div> -<div class="verse">Of my dear friends I see the trace.</div> -<div class="verse">You saw me, friends, you laid me here,</div> -<div class="verse">You know where my poor bones shall be,</div> -<div class="verse">Then wherefore should I fear to die? <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">Alas that one beloved, forlorn,</div> -<div class="verse">Should lie beneath the cold starlight!</div> -<div class="verse">With them I think I could have borne</div> -<div class="verse">The journey of another night,</div> -<div class="verse">And with my friends now far away <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -<div class="verse">I could have lived another day.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>THE OLD CUMBERLAND BEGGAR</h3> - -<p>MS. Variants, not inserted in Vol. I.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">(l. 3) On a small pile of humble masonry</div> -<div class="verse">Placed at the foot of …</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">(l. 24) He travels on, a solitary man.</div> -<div class="verse">His age has no companion. He is weak,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span> -<div class="verse">So helpless in appearance that, for him</div> -<div class="verse">The sauntering horseman-traveller does not throw</div> -<div class="verse">With careless hand his pence upon the ground</div> -<div class="verse">But stops that he may lodge the coin</div> -<div class="verse">Safe in the old man’s hat: nor quits him so,</div> -<div class="verse">But as he goes towards him turns a look</div> -<div class="verse">Sidelong and half-reverted.…</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h2 id="ch1800">1800</h2> - -<h3>ANDREW JONES</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1800.—Published 1800</p> - -<p><i>Andrew Jones</i> was included in the “Lyrical Ballads” of 1800, -1802, 1805, and in the Poems of 1815. It was also printed in -<i>The Morning Post</i>, February 10, 1801. It was not republished -after 1815. With this poem compare <i>The Old Cumberland -Beggar</i>.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I hate that Andrew Jones; he’ll breed</div> -<div class="verse">His children up to waste and pillage.</div> -<div class="verse">I wish the press-gang or the drum</div> -<div class="verse">Would with its rattling music come,<a name="FNanchor_341" id="FNanchor_341"></a><a href="#Footnote_341" class="fnanchor">[341]</a></div> -<div class="verse">And sweep him from the village! <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I said not this, because he loves</div> -<div class="verse">Through the long day to swear and tipple;</div> -<div class="verse">But for the poor dear sake of one</div> -<div class="verse">To whom a foul deed he had done,</div> -<div class="verse">A friendless man, a travelling cripple! <span class="linenum">10</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span> -<div class="verse">For this poor crawling helpless wretch</div> -<div class="verse">Some horseman who was passing by,<a name="FNanchor_342" id="FNanchor_342"></a><a href="#Footnote_342" class="fnanchor">[342]</a></div> -<div class="verse">A penny on the ground had thrown;</div> -<div class="verse">But the poor cripple was alone</div> -<div class="verse">And could not stoop—no help was nigh. <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Inch-thick the dust lay on the ground</div> -<div class="verse">For it had long been droughty weather;</div> -<div class="verse">So with his staff the cripple wrought</div> -<div class="verse">Among the dust till he had brought</div> -<div class="verse">The half-pennies together. <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It chanced that Andrew passed that way</div> -<div class="verse">Just at the time; and there he found</div> -<div class="verse">The cripple in the mid-day heat</div> -<div class="verse">Standing alone, and at his feet</div> -<div class="verse">He saw the penny on the ground. <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He stooped and took the penny up:<a name="FNanchor_343" id="FNanchor_343"></a><a href="#Footnote_343" class="fnanchor">[343]</a></div> -<div class="verse">And when the cripple nearer drew,</div> -<div class="verse">Quoth Andrew, “Under half-a-crown,</div> -<div class="verse">What a man finds is all his own,</div> -<div class="verse">And so, my friend, good-day to you.” <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And <i>hence</i> I said, that Andrew’s boys</div> -<div class="verse">Will all be trained to waste and pillage:</div> -<div class="verse">And wished the press-gang, or the drum</div> -<div class="verse">Would with its rattling music come,<a name="FNanchor_344" id="FNanchor_344"></a><a href="#Footnote_344" class="fnanchor">[344]</a></div> -<div class="verse">And sweep him from the village! <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_341" id="Footnote_341"></a><a href="#FNanchor_341"><span class="label">[341]</span></a> 1815.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With its tantara sound would come,</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1800.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_342" id="Footnote_342"></a><a href="#FNanchor_342"><span class="label">[342]</span></a></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It chanc’d some Traveller passing by,</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_343" id="Footnote_343"></a><a href="#FNanchor_343"><span class="label">[343]</span></a> In the text of 1800, this line is, “He stopped and took the penny up,” but -in the list of <i>errata</i>, “stooped” is substituted for “stopped.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_344" id="Footnote_344"></a><a href="#FNanchor_344"><span class="label">[344]</span></a> 1815.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With its tantara sound would come</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1800.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span></p> - -<h3>“THERE IS A SHAPELESS CROWD OF -UNHEWN STONES”</h3> - -<p>Numerous fragments of verse, more or less unfinished, occur -in the Grasmere Journals, written by Dorothy Wordsworth. -One of these—which is broken up into irregular fragments, -and very incomplete—is evidently part of the material which -was written about the old Cumbrian shepherd Michael. The -successive alterations of the text of the poem <i>Michael</i> are in the -Grasmere Journal. These fragments have a special topographical -interest, from their description of Helvellyn, and its -spring, the fountain of the mists, and the stones on the summit. -On the outside leather cover of the MS. book there is written, -“May to Dec. 1802.”</p> - -<p>The following lines come first:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There is a shapeless crowd of unhewn stones<a name="FNanchor_345" id="FNanchor_345"></a><a href="#Footnote_345" class="fnanchor">[345]</a></div> -<div class="verse">That lie together, some in heaps, and some</div> -<div class="verse">In lines, that seem to keep themselves alive</div> -<div class="verse">In the last dotage of a dying form.</div> -<div class="verse">At least so seems it to a man who stands</div> -<div class="verse">In such a lonely place.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>These are followed by a few lines, some of which were afterwards -used in <i>The Prelude</i> (see vol. iii. p. 269):—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Shall he who gives his days to low pursuits,</div> -<div class="verse">Amid the undistinguishable crowd</div> -<div class="verse">Of cities, ’mid the same eternal flow</div> -<div class="verse">Of the same objects, melted and reduced</div> -<div class="verse">To one identity, by differences</div> -<div class="verse">That have no law, no meaning, and no end,</div> -<div class="verse">Shall he feel yearning to those lifeless forms,</div> -<div class="verse">And shall we think that Nature is less kind</div> -<div class="verse">To those, who all day long, through a long life,</div> -<div class="verse">Have walked within her sight? It cannot be.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Mary Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth, William Wordsworth.</div> -<div class="verse">Sat. Eve., 20 past 6, May 29.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Other fragments follow, less worthy of preservation. Then -the passage, which occurs in book xiii. of <i>The Prelude</i>, -beginning—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There are who think that strong affection, love,</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">(see vol. iii. p. 361), with one or two variations from the -final text, which were not improvements.</p> - -<p>Five lines on Helvellyn, afterwards included in the <i>Musings -near Aquapendente</i> (see vol. viii. p. 47, ll. 61-65), come next.</p> - -<p>The fragments referring to <i>Michael</i> are written down, -probably just as the brother dictated them to his sister, and -would be—if not unintelligible—certainly without any literary -connection or unity, were they printed in the order in which -they occur. I therefore transpose them slightly, to give something -like continuity to the whole; which remains, of course, -a torso.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I will relate a tale for those who love</div> -<div class="verse">To lie beside the lonely mountain brooks,</div> -<div class="verse">And hear the voices of the winds and flowers.</div> -<div class="verse">…</div> -<div class="verse indent16">… It befell</div> -<div class="verse">At the first falling of the autumnal snows,</div> -<div class="verse">Old Michael and his son one day went forth</div> -<div class="verse">In search of a stray sheep. It was the time</div> -<div class="verse">When from the heights our shepherds drive their flocks</div> -<div class="verse">To gather all their mountain family</div> -<div class="verse">Into the homestalls, ere they send them back</div> -<div class="verse">There to defend themselves the winter long.</div> -<div class="verse">Old Michael for this purpose had driven down</div> -<div class="verse">His flock into the vale, but as it chanced,</div> -<div class="verse">A single sheep was wanting. They had sought</div> -<div class="verse">The straggler during all the previous day</div> -<div class="verse">All over their own pastures, and beyond.</div> -<div class="verse">And now at sunrise, sallying forth again</div> -<div class="verse">Far did they go that morning: with their search</div> -<div class="verse">Beginning towards the south, where from Dove Crag</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span> -<div class="verse">(Ill home for bird so gentle), they looked down</div> -<div class="verse">On Deep-dale-head, and Brothers water (named</div> -<div class="verse">From those two Brothers that were drowned therein);</div> -<div class="verse">Thence northward did they pass by Arthur’s seat,<a name="FNanchor_346" id="FNanchor_346"></a><a href="#Footnote_346" class="fnanchor">[346]</a></div> -<div class="verse">And Fairfield’s highest summit, on the right</div> -<div class="verse">Leaving St. Sunday’s Crag, to Grisdale tarn</div> -<div class="verse">They shot, and over that cloud-loving hill,</div> -<div class="verse">Seat-Sandal, a fond lover of the clouds;</div> -<div class="verse">Thence up Helvellyn, a superior mount,</div> -<div class="verse">With prospect underneath of Striding edge,</div> -<div class="verse">And Grisdale’s houseless vale, along the brink</div> -<div class="verse">Of Sheep-cot-cove, and those two other coves,</div> -<div class="verse">Huge skeletons of crags which from the coast</div> -<div class="verse">Of old Helvellyn spread their arms abroad</div> -<div class="verse">And make a stormy harbour for the winds.</div> -<div class="verse">Far went these shepherds in their devious quest,</div> -<div class="verse">From mountain ridges peeping as they passed</div> -<div class="verse">Down into every nook; …</div> -<div class="verse indent11">… and many a sheep</div> -<div class="verse">On height or bottom<a name="FNanchor_347" id="FNanchor_347"></a><a href="#Footnote_347" class="fnanchor">[347]</a> did they see, in flocks</div> -<div class="verse">Or single. And although it needs must seem</div> -<div class="verse">Hard to believe, yet could they well discern</div> -<div class="verse">Even at the utmost distance of two miles</div> -<div class="verse">(Such strength of vision to the shepherd’s eye</div> -<div class="verse">Doth practice give) that neither in the flocks</div> -<div class="verse">Nor in the single sheep was what they sought.</div> -<div class="verse">So to Helvellyn’s eastern side they went,</div> -<div class="verse">Down looking on that hollow, where the pool</div> -<div class="verse">Of Thirlmere flashes like a warrior’s shield</div> -<div class="verse">His light high up among the gloomy rocks,</div> -<div class="verse">With sight of now and then a straggling gleam</div> -<div class="verse">On Armath’s<a name="FNanchor_348" id="FNanchor_348"></a><a href="#Footnote_348" class="fnanchor">[348]</a> pleasant fields. And now they came,</div> -<div class="verse">To that high spring which bears no human name,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span> -<div class="verse">As one unknown by others, aptly called</div> -<div class="verse">The fountain of the mists. The father stooped</div> -<div class="verse">To drink of the clear water, laid himself</div> -<div class="verse">Flat on the ground, even as a boy might do,</div> -<div class="verse">To drink of the cold well. When in like sort</div> -<div class="verse">His son had drunk, the old man said to him</div> -<div class="verse">That now he might be proud, for he that day</div> -<div class="verse">Had slaked his thirst out of a famous well,</div> -<div class="verse">The highest fountain known on British land.</div> -<div class="verse">Thence, journeying on a second time, they passed</div> -<div class="verse">Those small flat stones, which, ranged by traveller’s hands</div> -<div class="verse">In cyphers on Helvellyn’s highest ridge,</div> -<div class="verse">Lie loose on the bare turf, some half-o’ergrown</div> -<div class="verse">By the grey moss, but not a single stone</div> -<div class="verse">Unsettled by a wanton blow from foot</div> -<div class="verse">Of shepherd, man or boy. They have respect</div> -<div class="verse">For strangers who have travelled far perhaps,</div> -<div class="verse">For men who in such places, feeling there</div> -<div class="verse">The grandeur of the earth, have left inscribed</div> -<div class="verse">Their epitaph, which rain and snow</div> -<div class="verse">And the strong wind have reverenced.</div> -<div class="verse">…</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But soon as Luke, full ten years old, could stand</div> -<div class="verse">Against the mountain blasts, and to the heights</div> -<div class="verse">Not fearing toil, nor length of weary ways,</div> -<div class="verse">He with his Father daily went, and they</div> -<div class="verse">Were as companions, why should I relate</div> -<div class="verse">That objects which the shepherd lov’d before</div> -<div class="verse">Were dearer now? that from the Boy there came</div> -<div class="verse">Feelings and emanations, things which were</div> -<div class="verse">Light to the sun and music to the wind;</div> -<div class="verse">And that the old man’s heart seem’d born again?</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thus in his Father’s sight the Boy grew up;</div> -<div class="verse">And now when he had reached his eighteenth year,</div> -<div class="verse">He was his comfort and his daily hope.</div> -<div class="verse">…</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Though often thus industriously they passed<a name="FNanchor_349" id="FNanchor_349"></a><a href="#Footnote_349" class="fnanchor">[349]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Whole hours with but small interchange of speech,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet were there times in which they did not want</div> -<div class="verse">Discourse both wise and pleasant,<a name="FNanchor_350" id="FNanchor_350"></a><a href="#Footnote_350" class="fnanchor">[350]</a> shrewd remarks</div> -<div class="verse">Of moral prudence,<a name="FNanchor_351" id="FNanchor_351"></a><a href="#Footnote_351" class="fnanchor">[351]</a> clothed in images</div> -<div class="verse">Lively and beautiful, in rural forms,</div> -<div class="verse">That made their conversation fresh and fair</div> -<div class="verse">As is a landscape; and the shepherd oft</div> -<div class="verse">Would draw out of his heart the mysteries<a name="FNanchor_352" id="FNanchor_352"></a><a href="#Footnote_352" class="fnanchor">[352]</a></div> -<div class="verse">And admirations that were there, of God</div> -<div class="verse">And of his works: or, yielding to the bent</div> -<div class="verse">Of his peculiar humour, would let loose</div> -<div class="verse">His tongue, and give it the wind’s freedom; then,</div> -<div class="verse">Discoursing on remote imaginations, strong</div> -<div class="verse">Conceits, devices, plans, and schemes,<a name="FNanchor_353" id="FNanchor_353"></a><a href="#Footnote_353" class="fnanchor">[353]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Of alterations human hands might make</div> -<div class="verse">Among the mountains, fens which might be drained,</div> -<div class="verse">Mines opened, forests planted, and rocks split,</div> -<div class="verse">The fancies of a solitary man.<a name="FNanchor_354" id="FNanchor_354"></a><a href="#Footnote_354" class="fnanchor">[354]</a></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Not with a waste of words, but for the sake</div> -<div class="verse">Of pleasure which I know that I shall give</div> -<div class="verse">To many living now, have I described</div> -<div class="verse">Old Michael’s manners and discourse, and thus</div> -<div class="verse">Minutely spoken of that aged Lamp</div> -<div class="verse">Round which the Shepherd and his household sate</div> -<div class="verse">—The light was famous in the neighbourhood</div> -<div class="verse">And was a public symbol …</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Then follow four pages of Dorothy Wordsworth’s Journal -(May 4th and 5th, 1802); and then, irregularly written, and -with numerous erasures, the remainder of these unpublished -lines.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent12">… At length the boy</div> -<div class="verse">Said, “Father, ’tis lost labour; with your leave</div> -<div class="verse">I will go back and range a second time</div> -<div class="verse">The grounds which we have hunted through before.”</div> -<div class="verse">So saying, homeward, down the hill the boy</div> -<div class="verse">Sprang like a gust of wind: [and with a heart</div> -<div class="verse">Brimful of glory said within himself,</div> -<div class="verse">“I know where I shall find him, though the storm</div> -<div class="verse">Have driven him twenty miles.”</div> -<div class="verse">For ye must know]<a name="FNanchor_355" id="FNanchor_355"></a><a href="#Footnote_355" class="fnanchor">[355]</a> that though the storm</div> -<div class="verse">Drive one of those poor creatures miles and miles,</div> -<div class="verse">If he can crawl, he will return again</div> -<div class="verse">To his own hills, the spots where when a lamb</div> -<div class="verse">He learned to pasture at his mother’s side.</div> -<div class="verse">Bethinking him of this, again the boy</div> -<div class="verse">Pursued his way toward a brook, whose course</div> -<div class="verse">Was through that unfenced tract of mountain ground</div> -<div class="verse">Which to his father’s little farm belonged,</div> -<div class="verse">The home and ancient birthright of their flock.</div> -<div class="verse">Down the deep channel of the stream he went,</div> -<div class="verse">Prying through every nook. Meanwhile the rain</div> -<div class="verse">Began to fall upon the mountain tops,</div> -<div class="verse">Thick storm, and heavy, which for three hours’ space</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Abated not; and all that time the boy</div> -<div class="verse">Was busy in his search, until at length</div> -<div class="verse">He spied the sheep upon a plot of grass,</div> -<div class="verse">An island in the brook. It was a place</div> -<div class="verse">Remote and deep, piled round with rocks, where foot</div> -<div class="verse">Of man or beast was seldom used to tread.</div> -<div class="verse">But now, when everywhere the summer grass</div> -<div class="verse">Began to fail, this sheep by hunger pressed</div> -<div class="verse">Had left his fellows, made his way alone</div> -<div class="verse">To the green plot of pasture in the brook.</div> -<div class="verse">Before the boy knew well what he had seen</div> -<div class="verse">He leapt upon the island, with proud heart,</div> -<div class="verse">And with a shepherd’s joy. Immediately</div> -<div class="verse">The sheep sprang forward to the further shore,</div> -<div class="verse">And was borne headlong by the roaring flood.</div> -<div class="verse">At this the boy looked round him, and his heart</div> -<div class="verse">Fainted with fear. Thrice did he turn his face</div> -<div class="verse">To either bank, nor could he summon up</div> -<div class="verse">The courage that was needful to leap back</div> -<div class="verse">’Cross the tempestuous torrent; so he stood</div> -<div class="verse">A prisoner on the island, not without</div> -<div class="verse">More than one thought of death, and his last hour.</div> -<div class="verse">Meantime the father had returned alone</div> -<div class="verse">To his own home, and now at the approach</div> -<div class="verse">Of evening he went forth to meet his son,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor could he guess the cause for which the boy</div> -<div class="verse">Had stayed so long. The shepherd took his way</div> -<div class="verse">Up his own mountain grounds, where, as he walked</div> -<div class="verse">Along the steep that overhung the brook,</div> -<div class="verse">He seemed to hear a voice, which was again</div> -<div class="verse">Repeated, like the whistling of a kite.</div> -<div class="verse">At this, not knowing why—as often-times</div> -<div class="verse">The old man afterwards was heard to say—</div> -<div class="verse">Down to the brook he went, and tracked its course</div> -<div class="verse">Upwards among the o’erhanging rocks; nor</div> -<div class="verse">Had he gone far ere he espied the boy</div> -<div class="verse">Right in the middle of the roaring stream.</div> -<div class="verse">Without distress or fear the shepherd heard</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span> -<div class="verse">The outcry of his son: he stretched his staff</div> -<div class="verse">Towards him, bade him leap, which word scarce said</div> -<div class="verse">The boy was safe.…</div> -<div class="verse">…</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Of Michael it is said—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No doubt if you in terms direct had asked</div> -<div class="verse">Whether he loved the mountains, true it is</div> -<div class="verse">That with blunt repetition of your words</div> -<div class="verse">He might have stared at you, and said that they</div> -<div class="verse">Were frightful to behold, but had you then</div> -<div class="verse">Discoursed with him …</div> -<div class="verse">Of his own business, and the goings on</div> -<div class="verse">Of earth and sky, then truly had you seen</div> -<div class="verse">That in his thoughts there were obscurities,</div> -<div class="verse">Wonder, and admiration, things that wrought</div> -<div class="verse">Not less than a religion in his heart.</div> -<div class="verse">And if it was his fortune to converse</div> -<div class="verse">With any who could talk of common things</div> -<div class="verse">In an unusual way, and give to them</div> -<div class="verse">Unusual aspects, or by questions apt</div> -<div class="verse">Wake sudden recognitions, that were like</div> -<div class="verse">Creations in the mind (and were indeed</div> -<div class="verse">Creations often), then when he discoursed</div> -<div class="verse">Of mountain sights, this untaught shepherd stood</div> -<div class="verse">Before the man with whom he so conversed</div> -<div class="verse">And looked at him as with a poet’s eye.</div> -<div class="verse">But speaking of the vale in which he dwelt,</div> -<div class="verse">And those bare rocks, if you had asked if he</div> -<div class="verse">For other pastures would exchange the same</div> -<div class="verse">And dwell elsewhere, …</div> -<div class="verse indent11">… you then had seen</div> -<div class="verse">At once what spirit of love was in his heart.</div> -<div class="verse">…</div> -<div class="verse">I have related that this Shepherd loved</div> -<div class="verse">The fields and mountains, not alone for this</div> -<div class="verse">That from his very childhood he had lived</div> -<div class="verse">Among them, with a body hale and stout,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span> -<div class="verse">And with a vigorous mind …</div> -<div class="verse indent13">… But exclude</div> -<div class="verse">Such reasons, and he had less cause to love</div> -<div class="verse">His native vale and patrimonial fields</div> -<div class="verse">Than others have, for Michael had liv’d on</div> -<div class="verse">Childless, until the time when he began</div> -<div class="verse">To look towards the shutting in of life.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>In this MS. book there are also some of the original stanzas -of <i>Ruth</i>, with a few variations of text.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_345" id="Footnote_345"></a><a href="#FNanchor_345"><span class="label">[345]</span></a> Compare the first line of those <i>Written with a Slate Pencil upon a -Stone, the largest of a Heap lying near a deserted Quarry, upon one of the -Islands at Rydal</i>, vol. ii. p. 63.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_346" id="Footnote_346"></a><a href="#FNanchor_346"><span class="label">[346]</span></a> Stone Arthur. See, in the “Poems on the Naming of Places,” the one -beginning—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There is an Eminence,</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_347" id="Footnote_347"></a><a href="#FNanchor_347"><span class="label">[347]</span></a> Bottom is a common Cumbrian word for valley.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_348" id="Footnote_348"></a><a href="#FNanchor_348"><span class="label">[348]</span></a> Armboth, on the western side of Thirlmere.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_349" id="Footnote_349"></a><a href="#FNanchor_349"><span class="label">[349]</span></a> Though in these occupations they would pass†</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_350" id="Footnote_350"></a><a href="#FNanchor_350"><span class="label">[350]</span></a> … prudent, …†</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_351" id="Footnote_351"></a><a href="#FNanchor_351"><span class="label">[351]</span></a> Of daily Providence …†</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_352" id="Footnote_352"></a><a href="#FNanchor_352"><span class="label">[352]</span></a> … obscurities†</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_353" id="Footnote_353"></a><a href="#FNanchor_353"><span class="label">[353]</span></a> Day-dreams, thoughts, and schemes.†</p> - -</div> - -<p>† These variants occur in a letter of Dorothy Wordsworth to Thomas -Poole.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_354" id="Footnote_354"></a><a href="#FNanchor_354"><span class="label">[354]</span></a> All doubt as to these fragments being originally intended to form part -of <i>Michael</i> is set at rest by a letter from Wordsworth to Thomas Poole, of -Nether Stowey, written from Grasmere on the 9th of April 1801, in which he -gives first some new lines to be added to <i>Michael</i>, at pp. 210 and 211 of vol. -ii. of the “Lyrical Ballads” (ed. 1800); to which letter Dorothy Wordsworth -added the postscript, “My brother has written the following lines, to be -inserted page 206, after the ninth line—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Murmur as with the sound of summer flies;”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">and then follow—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Though in these occupations they would pass</div> -<div class="verse">Whole hours, etc.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">as printed above.</p> - -<p>Dorothy Wordsworth adds, “Tell whether you think the insertion of these -lines an improvement.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_355" id="Footnote_355"></a><a href="#FNanchor_355"><span class="label">[355]</span></a> An erased version.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h2 id="ch1802">1802</h2> - -<h3>“AMONG ALL LOVELY THINGS MY LOVE -HAD BEEN”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed April 12, 1802.—Published 1807</p> - -<p>This poem—known in the Wordsworth household as <i>The -Glowworm</i>—was written on the 12th of April 1802, during a -ride from Middleham to Barnard Castle, and was published in -the edition of 1807. It was never reproduced. The “Lucy” -of this and other poems was his sister Dorothy. In a letter to -Coleridge, written in April 1802, he thus refers to the poem, -and to the incident which gave rise to it:—“I parted from -M—— on Monday afternoon, about six o’clock, a little on this -side Rushyford. Soon after I missed my road in the midst of -the storm.… Between the beginning of Lord Darlington’s park -at Raby, and two or three miles beyond Staindrop, I composed -the poem the opposite page. I reached Barnard Castle -about half-past ten.… The incident of this poem took -place about seven years ago between my sister and me.”</p> - -<p>I think it probable that the “incident” occurred near -Racedown, Dorsetshire, where, in the autumn of 1795 Wordsworth -settled with his sister. The following is Dorothy’s -account of the composition of the poem:—<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</a></span>“Tuesday, April -20, 1802.—We sate in the orchard and repeated <i>The Glowworm</i>, -and other poems. Just when William came to a well, -or trough, which there is in Lord Darlington’s park, he began -to write that poem of <i>The Glowworm</i>; interrupted in going -through the town of Staindrop, finished it about two miles and -a-half beyond Staindrop. He did not feel the jogging of the -horse while he was writing; but, when he had done, he felt -the effect of it.… So much for <i>The Glowworm</i>. It -was written coming from Middleham, on Monday, April 12, -1802.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Among all lovely things my Love had been;</div> -<div class="verse">Had noted well the stars, all flowers that grew</div> -<div class="verse">About her home; but she had never seen</div> -<div class="verse">A glow-worm, never one, and this I knew.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">While riding near her home one stormy night <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">A single glow-worm did I chance to espy;</div> -<div class="verse">I gave a fervent welcome to the sight,</div> -<div class="verse">And from my horse I leapt; great joy had I.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Upon a leaf the glow-worm did I lay,</div> -<div class="verse">To bear it with me through the stormy night: <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">And, as before, it shone without dismay;</div> -<div class="verse">Albeit putting forth a fainter light.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When to the dwelling of my Love I came,</div> -<div class="verse">I went into the orchard quietly;</div> -<div class="verse">And left the glow-worm, blessing it by name, <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">Laid safely by itself, beneath a tree.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The whole next day I hoped, and hoped with fear;</div> -<div class="verse">At night the glow-worm shone beneath the tree;</div> -<div class="verse">I led my Lucy to the spot, “Look here,”</div> -<div class="verse">Oh! joy it was for her, and joy for me! <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</a></span></p> - -<h3>“ALONG THE MAZES OF THIS SONG I GO”</h3> - -<p>This, and the next two fragments, by Wordsworth, are extracted -from his sister’s Grasmere Journal.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Along the mazes of this song I go</div> -<div class="verse">As inward motions of the wandering thought</div> -<div class="verse">Lead me, or outward circumstance impels.</div> -<div class="verse">Thus do I urge a never-ending way</div> -<div class="verse">Year after year, with many a sleep between,</div> -<div class="verse">Through joy and sorrow; if my lot be joy</div> -<div class="verse">More joyful if it be with sorrow sooth’d.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>“THE RAINS AT LENGTH HAVE CEAS’D, -THE WINDS ARE STILL’D”</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The rains at length have ceas’d, the winds are still’d,</div> -<div class="verse">The stars shine brightly between clouds at rest,</div> -<div class="verse">And as a cavern is with darkness fill’d,</div> -<div class="verse">The vale is by a mighty sound possess’d</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[234]</a></span></p> - -<h3>“WITNESS THOU”</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent14">Witness thou</div> -<div class="verse">The dear companion of my lonely walk,</div> -<div class="verse">My hope, my joy, my sister, and my friend,</div> -<div class="verse">Or something dearer still, if reason knows</div> -<div class="verse">A dearer thought, or in the heart of love</div> -<div class="verse">There be a dearer name.<a name="FNanchor_356" id="FNanchor_356"></a><a href="#Footnote_356" class="fnanchor">[356]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_356" id="Footnote_356"></a><a href="#FNanchor_356"><span class="label">[356]</span></a> Compare Byron’s <i>Epistle to Augusta</i>—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My sister! my sweet sister! if a name</div> -<div class="verse">Dearer and purer were, it should be thine.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>It is a mere coincidence, as Byron could not have seen the Wordsworth -MS.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>WILD-FOWL</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent13">The order’d troops</div> -<div class="verse">In spiral circles mount aloft, and soar</div> -<div class="verse">In prospect far above the denser air</div> -<div class="verse">That hangs o’er the moist plain. Again they view</div> -<div class="verse">The glorious sun, and while the light of day</div> -<div class="verse">Still gleams upon their polish’d plumes—the bright</div> -<div class="verse">Sonorous squadrons sing their evening hymn.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>WRITTEN IN A GROTTO</h3> - -<p class="center">Published in <i>The Morning Post</i>, March 9, 1802</p> - -<p>I cannot affirm, with any certainty, that these lines were -written by Wordsworth; but I agree with Mr. Ernest Coleridge -in thinking that they were. He showed them to his relative—the -late Chief Justice—who said that he did not know who else<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span> -<i>could</i> have written them, at that time. Lord Coleridge said -the same to myself.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O moon! if e’er I joyed when thy soft light</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Danc’d to the murmuring rill on Lomond’s wave,</div> -<div class="verse">Or sighed for thy sweet presence some dark night</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When thou wert hidden in thy monthly grave,<a name="FNanchor_357" id="FNanchor_357"></a><a href="#Footnote_357" class="fnanchor">[357]</a></div> -<div class="verse">If e’er on wings which active fancy gave <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">I sought thy golden vale with dancing flight</div> -<div class="verse">Then stretcht at ease in some sequestered cave</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Gaz’d on thy lovely Nymphs with fond delight,</div> -<div class="verse">Thy Nymphs with more than earthly beauty bright,</div> -<div class="verse">If e’er thy beam, as Smyrna’s shepherds tell, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Soft as the gentle kiss of amorous maid</div> -<div class="verse">On the closed eye of young Endymion fell<a name="FNanchor_358" id="FNanchor_358"></a><a href="#Footnote_358" class="fnanchor">[358]</a></div> -<div class="verse indent1">That he might wake to clasp thee in the shade,</div> -<div class="verse">Each night while I recline within this cell</div> -<div class="verse">Guide hither, O sweet Moon, the maid I love so well. <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The shepherds of Smyrna show a cave, where, as they say, -Luna descended to Endymion, laid on a bed under a large oak -which was the scene of their loves. See Chandler’s <i>Travels in -Asia Minor</i>.</p> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_357" id="Footnote_357"></a><a href="#FNanchor_357"><span class="label">[357]</span></a> Compare <i>To the Moon</i>, vol. viii. p. 15, l. 64.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_358" id="Footnote_358"></a><a href="#FNanchor_358"><span class="label">[358]</span></a> Compare, in the “Evening Voluntaries,” <i>To Lucca Giordano</i> (1846), -p. 183.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>HOME AT GRASMERE</h3> - -<p>The canto of Wordsworth’s autobiographical poem, unpublished -in <i>The Prelude</i> (1851), and first given to the world -in 1888, is appropriately entitled “Home at Grasmere.”</p> - -<p>The introduction to <i>The Recluse</i> was not only kept back by -him during his lifetime, but was omitted by his representatives—with -what must be regarded as true critical insight—when -<i>The Prelude</i> was published in 1850. As a whole, it is not -equal to <i>The Prelude</i>. Certain passages are very inferior, but<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</a></span> -there are others that posterity must cherish, and “not willingly -let die.” It was probably a conviction of its inequality and -inferiority that led Wordsworth to give only one or two selected -extracts from this canto to the world, in his own lifetime. Two -passages were printed in his <i>Guide to the District of the Lakes</i>; -another—a description of the flight and movement of birds—was -published in 1827, and subsequent editions, under the title -of <i>Water-Fowl</i>; while the Bishop of Lincoln published other -two passages in the <i>Memoirs</i> of his uncle, beginning respectively—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">On Nature’s invitation do I come,</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">and</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Bleak season was it, turbulent and bleak.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Internal evidence (see the numerous allusions to Dorothy, -and the reference to John Wordsworth) shows that this canto -of <i>The Recluse</i> was written at Grasmere, not long after Wordsworth’s -arrival there, and certainly before his marriage. The -text, as now printed, has been carefully compared with the -original MS. by Mr. Gordon Wordsworth. The MS. heading -is—THE RECLUSE. BOOK FIRST, PART FIRST.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<p class="center">HOME AT GRASMERE</p> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Once to the verge of yon steep barrier came</div> -<div class="verse">A roving school-boy; what the Adventurer’s age</div> -<div class="verse">Hath now escaped his memory—but the hour,</div> -<div class="verse">One of a golden summer holiday,</div> -<div class="verse">He well remembers, though the year be gone. <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Alone and devious from afar he came;</div> -<div class="verse">And, with a sudden influx overpowered</div> -<div class="verse">At sight of this seclusion, he forgot</div> -<div class="verse">His haste, for hasty had his footsteps been</div> -<div class="verse">As boyish his pursuits; and, sighing said, <span class="linenum">10</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span> -<div class="verse">“What happy fortune were it here to live!</div> -<div class="verse">And, (if a thought of dying, if a thought</div> -<div class="verse">Of mortal separation, could intrude</div> -<div class="verse">With paradise before him), here to die!”</div> -<div class="verse">No prophet was he, had not even a hope, <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">Scarcely a wish, but one bright pleasing thought,</div> -<div class="verse">A fancy in the heart of what might be</div> -<div class="verse">The lot of others, never could be his.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The station whence he looked was soft and green,</div> -<div class="verse">Not giddy yet aerial, with a depth <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of vale below, a height of hills above.</div> -<div class="verse">For rest of body, perfect was the spot,</div> -<div class="verse">All that luxurious nature could desire,</div> -<div class="verse">But stirring to the spirit. Who could gaze</div> -<div class="verse">And not feel motions there? He thought of clouds <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">That sail on winds, of breezes that delight</div> -<div class="verse">To play on water, or in endless chase</div> -<div class="verse">Pursue each other through the yielding plain</div> -<div class="verse">Of grass or corn, over and through and through,</div> -<div class="verse">In billow after billow, evermore <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">Disporting. Nor unmindful was the Boy</div> -<div class="verse">Of sunbeams, shadows, butterflies and birds,</div> -<div class="verse">Of fluttering Sylphs, and softly-gliding Fays,</div> -<div class="verse">Genii, and winged Angels that are Lords</div> -<div class="verse">Without restraint of all which they behold. <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">The illusion strengthening as he gazed, he felt</div> -<div class="verse">That such unfettered liberty was his,</div> -<div class="verse">Such power and joy; but only for this end,</div> -<div class="verse">To flit from field to rock, from rock to field,</div> -<div class="verse">From shore to island, and from isle to shore, <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -<div class="verse">From open ground to covert, from a bed</div> -<div class="verse">Of meadow-flowers into a tuft of wood,</div> -<div class="verse">From high to low, from low to high, yet still</div> -<div class="verse">Within the bound of this high concave; here</div> -<div class="verse">Must be his home, this Valley be his world. <span class="linenum">45</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Since that day forth the place to him—<i>to me</i></div> -<div class="verse">(For I who live to register the truth</div> -<div class="verse">Was that same young and happy being) became</div> -<div class="verse">As beautiful to thought, as it had been,</div> -<div class="verse">When present, to the bodily sense; a haunt <span class="linenum">50</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of pure affections, shedding upon joy</div> -<div class="verse">A brighter joy; and through such damp and gloom</div> -<div class="verse">Of the gay mind, as ofttimes splenetic youth</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Mistakes for sorrow darting beams of light</div> -<div class="verse">That no self-cherished sadness could withstand: <span class="linenum">55</span></div> -<div class="verse">And now ’tis mine, perchance for life, dear Vale,</div> -<div class="verse">Beloved Grasmere (let the Wandering Streams</div> -<div class="verse">Take up, the cloud-capped hills repeat, the Name),</div> -<div class="verse">One of thy lowly dwellings is my Home.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And was the cost so great? and could it seem <span class="linenum">60</span></div> -<div class="verse">An act of courage, and the thing itself</div> -<div class="verse">A conquest? who must bear the blame? sage man</div> -<div class="verse">Thy prudence, thy experience—thy desires;</div> -<div class="verse">Thy apprehensions—blush thou for them all.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Yes, the realities of life so cold, <span class="linenum">65</span></div> -<div class="verse">So cowardly, so ready to betray,</div> -<div class="verse">So stinted in the measure of their grace</div> -<div class="verse">As we pronounce them, doing them much wrong,</div> -<div class="verse">Have been to me more bountiful than hope,</div> -<div class="verse">Less timid than desire—but that is passed. <span class="linenum">70</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">On Nature’s invitation do I come,<a name="FNanchor_359" id="FNanchor_359"></a><a href="#Footnote_359" class="fnanchor">[359]</a></div> -<div class="verse">By reason sanctioned—Can the choice mislead,</div> -<div class="verse">That made the calmest, fairest spot of earth,</div> -<div class="verse">With all its unappropriated good,</div> -<div class="verse">My own; and not mine only, for with me <span class="linenum">75</span></div> -<div class="verse">Entrenched, say rather peacefully embowered,</div> -<div class="verse">Under yon orchard, in yon humble cot,</div> -<div class="verse">A younger orphan of a home extinct,</div> -<div class="verse">The only daughter of my parents, dwells.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Aye, think on that, my heart, and cease to stir, <span class="linenum">80</span></div> -<div class="verse">Pause upon that, and let the breathing frame</div> -<div class="verse">No longer breathe, but all be satisfied.</div> -<div class="verse">—Oh if such silence be not thanks to God</div> -<div class="verse">For what hath been bestowed, then where, where then</div> -<div class="verse">Shall gratitude find rest? Mine eyes did ne’er <span class="linenum">85</span></div> -<div class="verse">Fix on a lovely object, nor my mind</div> -<div class="verse">Take pleasure in the midst of happy thoughts,</div> -<div class="verse">But either She whom now I have, who now</div> -<div class="verse">Divides with me this loved abode, was there,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Or not far off. Where’er my footsteps turned, <span class="linenum">90</span></div> -<div class="verse">Her Voice was like a hidden Bird that sang,</div> -<div class="verse">The thought of her was like a flash of light,</div> -<div class="verse">Or an <i>unseen</i> companionship, a breath,</div> -<div class="verse">Or fragrance independent of the wind.</div> -<div class="verse">In all my goings, in the new and old <span class="linenum">95</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of all my meditations, and in this</div> -<div class="verse">Favourite of all, in this the most of all.</div> -<div class="verse">—What Being, therefore, since the birth of man</div> -<div class="verse">Had ever more abundant cause to speak</div> -<div class="verse">Thanks, and if favours of the heavenly Muse <span class="linenum">100</span></div> -<div class="verse">Make him more thankful, then to call on verse</div> -<div class="verse">To aid him, and in Song resound his joy.</div> -<div class="verse">The boon is absolute; surpassing grace</div> -<div class="verse">To me hath been vouchsafed; among the bowers</div> -<div class="verse">Of blissful Eden this was neither given, <span class="linenum">105</span></div> -<div class="verse">Nor could be given, possession of the good</div> -<div class="verse">Which had been sighed for, ancient thought fulfilled</div> -<div class="verse">And dear Imaginations realized</div> -<div class="verse">Up to their highest measure, yea and more.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Embrace me then, ye Hills, and close me in, <span class="linenum">110</span></div> -<div class="verse">Now in the clear and open day I feel</div> -<div class="verse">Your guardianship; I take it to my heart;</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis like the solemn shelter of the night.</div> -<div class="verse">But I would call thee beautiful, for mild</div> -<div class="verse">And soft, and gay, and beautiful thou art, <span class="linenum">115</span></div> -<div class="verse">Dear Valley, having in thy face a smile</div> -<div class="verse">Though peaceful, full of gladness. Thou art pleased,</div> -<div class="verse">Pleased with thy crags, and woody steeps, thy Lake,</div> -<div class="verse">Its one green Island and its winding shores;</div> -<div class="verse">The multitude of little rocky hills, <span class="linenum">120</span></div> -<div class="verse">Thy Church and cottages of mountain stone</div> -<div class="verse">Clustered like stars some few, but single most,</div> -<div class="verse">And lurking dimly in their shy retreats,</div> -<div class="verse">Or glancing at<a name="FNanchor_360" id="FNanchor_360"></a><a href="#Footnote_360" class="fnanchor">[360]</a> each other cheerful looks,</div> -<div class="verse">Like separated stars with clouds between. <span class="linenum">125</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[240]</a></span> -<div class="verse">What want we? have we not perpetual streams,</div> -<div class="verse">Warm woods, and sunny hills, and fresh green fields,</div> -<div class="verse">And mountains not less green, and flocks, and herds,</div> -<div class="verse">And thickets full of songsters, and the voice</div> -<div class="verse">Of lordly birds, an unexpected sound <span class="linenum">130</span></div> -<div class="verse">Heard now and then from morn till latest eve,</div> -<div class="verse">Admonishing the man who walks below</div> -<div class="verse">Of solitude, and silence in the sky?</div> -<div class="verse">These have we, and a thousand nooks of earth</div> -<div class="verse">Have also these, but <i>no</i> where else is found, <span class="linenum">135</span></div> -<div class="verse">No where (or is it fancy?) <i>can</i> be found</div> -<div class="verse">The one sensation that is here; ’tis here,</div> -<div class="verse">Here as it found its way into my heart</div> -<div class="verse">In childhood, here as it abides by day,</div> -<div class="verse">By night, here only; or in chosen minds <span class="linenum">140</span></div> -<div class="verse">That take it with them hence, where’er they go.</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis, but I cannot name it, ’tis the sense</div> -<div class="verse">Of majesty, and beauty, and repose,</div> -<div class="verse">A blended holiness of earth and sky,</div> -<div class="verse">Something that makes this individual Spot, <span class="linenum">145</span></div> -<div class="verse">This small abiding-place of many men,</div> -<div class="verse">A termination, and a last retreat,</div> -<div class="verse">A centre, come from wheresoe’er you will,</div> -<div class="verse">A whole without dependence or defect,</div> -<div class="verse">Made for itself; and happy in itself, <span class="linenum">150</span></div> -<div class="verse">Perfect Contentment, Unity entire.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Bleak season was it, turbulent and bleak,<a name="FNanchor_361" id="FNanchor_361"></a><a href="#Footnote_361" class="fnanchor">[361]</a></div> -<div class="verse">When hitherward we journeyed, side by side,</div> -<div class="verse">Through bursts of sunshine and through flying showers,</div> -<div class="verse">Paced the long Vales—how long they were—and yet <span class="linenum">155</span></div> -<div class="verse">How fast that length of way was left behind,</div> -<div class="verse">Wensley’s rich Vale and Sedbergh’s naked heights.</div> -<div class="verse">The frosty wind, as if to make amends</div> -<div class="verse">For its keen breath, was aiding to our steps,</div> -<div class="verse">And drove us onward like two ships at sea, <span class="linenum">160</span></div> -<div class="verse">Or like two birds, companions in mid air,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[241]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Parted and re-united by the blast.</div> -<div class="verse">Stern was the face of Nature. We rejoiced</div> -<div class="verse">In that stern countenance, for our souls thence drew</div> -<div class="verse">A feeling of their strength. The naked trees, <span class="linenum">165</span></div> -<div class="verse">The icy brooks, as on we passed, appeared</div> -<div class="verse">To question us. “Whence come ye? to what end?”</div> -<div class="verse">They seemed to say; “What would ye,” said the shower,</div> -<div class="verse">“Wild wanderers, whither through my dark domain?”</div> -<div class="verse">The sunbeam said, “Be happy.” When this Vale <span class="linenum">170</span></div> -<div class="verse">We entered, bright and solemn was the sky</div> -<div class="verse">That faced us with a passionate welcoming,</div> -<div class="verse">And led us to our threshold. Daylight failed</div> -<div class="verse">Insensibly, and round us gently fell</div> -<div class="verse">Composing darkness, with a quiet load <span class="linenum">175</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of full contentment, in a little shed</div> -<div class="verse">Disturbed, uneasy in itself as seemed,</div> -<div class="verse">And wondering at its new inhabitants.</div> -<div class="verse">It loves us now, this Vale so beautiful</div> -<div class="verse">Begins to love us! By a sullen storm, <span class="linenum">180</span></div> -<div class="verse">Two months unwearied of severest storm,</div> -<div class="verse">It put the temper of our minds to proof,</div> -<div class="verse">And found us faithful through the gloom, and heard</div> -<div class="verse">The Poet mutter his prelusive songs</div> -<div class="verse">With cheerful heart, an unknown voice of joy, <span class="linenum">185</span></div> -<div class="verse">Among the silence of the woods and hills;</div> -<div class="verse">Silent to any gladsomeness of sound</div> -<div class="verse">With all their Shepherds.</div> -<div class="verse indent12">But the gates of Spring</div> -<div class="verse">Are opened. Churlish Winter hath given leave</div> -<div class="verse">That she should entertain for this one day, <span class="linenum">190</span></div> -<div class="verse">Perhaps for many genial days to come,</div> -<div class="verse">His guests, and make them jocund. They are pleased,</div> -<div class="verse">But most of all the Birds that haunt the flood</div> -<div class="verse">With the mild summons; inmates though they be</div> -<div class="verse">Of winter’s household, they keep festival <span class="linenum">195</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[242]</a></span> -<div class="verse">This day, who drooped, or seemed to droop, so long;</div> -<div class="verse">They shew their pleasure, and shall I do less?</div> -<div class="verse">Happiest of happy though I be, like them</div> -<div class="verse">I cannot take possession of the sky,</div> -<div class="verse">Mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, <span class="linenum">200</span></div> -<div class="verse">One of a mighty multitude, whose way</div> -<div class="verse">Is a perpetual harmony, and dance</div> -<div class="verse">Magnificent. Behold, how with a grace</div> -<div class="verse">Of ceaseless motion,<a name="FNanchor_362" id="FNanchor_362"></a><a href="#Footnote_362" class="fnanchor">[362]</a> that might scarcely seem</div> -<div class="verse">Inferior to angelical, they prolong <span class="linenum">205</span></div> -<div class="verse">Their curious pastime, shaping in mid air,</div> -<div class="verse">And sometimes with ambitious wing that soars</div> -<div class="verse">High as the level of the mountain tops,</div> -<div class="verse">A circuit ampler than the lake beneath,</div> -<div class="verse">Their own domain;—but ever, while intent <span class="linenum">210</span></div> -<div class="verse">On tracing and retracing that large round,</div> -<div class="verse">Their jubilant activity evolves</div> -<div class="verse">Hundreds of curves and circlets, to and fro,</div> -<div class="verse">Upwards and downwards, progress intricate</div> -<div class="verse">Yet unperplexed, as if one spirit swayed <span class="linenum">215</span></div> -<div class="verse">Their indefatigable flight. ’Tis done—</div> -<div class="verse">Ten times and more, I fancied it had ceased;</div> -<div class="verse">But lo! the vanished company again</div> -<div class="verse">Ascending, they approach—I hear their wings</div> -<div class="verse">Faint, faint at first; and then an eager sound <span class="linenum">220</span></div> -<div class="verse">Passed in a moment—and as faint again!</div> -<div class="verse">They tempt the sun to sport among<a name="FNanchor_363" id="FNanchor_363"></a><a href="#Footnote_363" class="fnanchor">[363]</a> their plumes;</div> -<div class="verse">Tempt the smooth water,<a name="FNanchor_364" id="FNanchor_364"></a><a href="#Footnote_364" class="fnanchor">[364]</a> or the gleaming ice,</div> -<div class="verse">To show them a fair image; ’tis themselves,</div> -<div class="verse">Their own fair forms, upon the glimmering plain, <span class="linenum">225</span></div> -<div class="verse">Painted more soft and fair as they descend,</div> -<div class="verse">Almost to touch;—then up again aloft,</div> -<div class="verse">Up with a sally, and a flash of speed,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[243]</a></span> -<div class="verse">As if they scorned both resting-place and rest!<a name="FNanchor_365" id="FNanchor_365"></a><a href="#Footnote_365" class="fnanchor">[365]</a></div> -<div class="verse">This day is a thanksgiving, ’tis a day <span class="linenum">230</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of glad emotion and deep quietness;</div> -<div class="verse">Not upon me alone hath been bestowed,</div> -<div class="verse">Me rich in many onward-looking thoughts,</div> -<div class="verse">The penetrating bliss; oh surely these</div> -<div class="verse">Have felt it, not the happy Quires of Spring, <span class="linenum">235</span></div> -<div class="verse">Her own peculiar family of love</div> -<div class="verse">That sport among green leaves, a blither train.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But two are missing—two, a lonely pair</div> -<div class="verse">Of milk-white Swans, wherefore are <i>they</i> not seen</div> -<div class="verse">Partaking this day’s pleasure? From afar <span class="linenum">240</span></div> -<div class="verse">They came, to sojourn here in solitude,</div> -<div class="verse">Choosing this Valley, they who had the choice</div> -<div class="verse">Of the whole world.<a name="FNanchor_366" id="FNanchor_366"></a><a href="#Footnote_366" class="fnanchor">[366]</a> We saw them day by day,</div> -<div class="verse">Through these two months of unrelenting storm,</div> -<div class="verse">Conspicuous at the centre of the Lake, <span class="linenum">245</span></div> -<div class="verse">Their safe retreat. We knew them well, I guess</div> -<div class="verse">That the whole Valley knew them; but to us</div> -<div class="verse">They were more dear than may be well believed,</div> -<div class="verse">Not only for their beauty, and their still</div> -<div class="verse">And placid way of life, and constant love <span class="linenum">250</span></div> -<div class="verse">Inseparable, not for these alone,</div> -<div class="verse">But that <i>their</i> state so much resembled ours,</div> -<div class="verse">They having also chosen this abode;</div> -<div class="verse">They strangers, and we strangers; they a pair,</div> -<div class="verse">And we a solitary pair like them. <span class="linenum">255</span></div> -<div class="verse">They should not have departed; many days</div> -<div class="verse">Did I look forth in vain, nor on the wing</div> -<div class="verse">Could see them, nor in that small open space</div> -<div class="verse">Of blue unfrozen water, where they lodged,</div> -<div class="verse">And lived so long in quiet, side by side. <span class="linenum">260</span></div> -<div class="verse">Shall we behold them, consecrated friends,</div> -<div class="verse">Faithful companions, yet another year</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[244]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Surviving—they for us, and we for them—</div> -<div class="verse">And neither pair be broken? Nay perchance</div> -<div class="verse">It is too late already for such hope, <span class="linenum">265</span></div> -<div class="verse">The Dalesmen may have aimed the deadly tube,</div> -<div class="verse">And parted them; or haply both are gone</div> -<div class="verse">One death, and that were mercy given to both.</div> -<div class="verse">Recal my song the ungenerous thought; forgive,</div> -<div class="verse">Thrice favoured Region, the conjecture harsh <span class="linenum">270</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of such inhospitable penalty,</div> -<div class="verse">Inflicted upon confidence so pure.</div> -<div class="verse">Ah, if I wished to follow where the sight</div> -<div class="verse">Of all that is before mine eyes, the voice</div> -<div class="verse">Which speaks from a presiding Spirit here, <span class="linenum">275</span></div> -<div class="verse">Would lead me, I should whisper to myself;</div> -<div class="verse">They who are dwellers in this holy place</div> -<div class="verse">Must needs themselves be hallowed, they require</div> -<div class="verse">No benediction from the stranger’s lips,</div> -<div class="verse">For they are blest already. None would give <span class="linenum">280</span></div> -<div class="verse">The greeting “peace be with you” unto them,</div> -<div class="verse">For peace they have, it cannot but be theirs,</div> -<div class="verse">And mercy, and forbearance. Nay—not these,</div> -<div class="verse">Their healing offices a pure goodwill</div> -<div class="verse">Precludes, and charity beyond the bounds <span class="linenum">285</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of charity—an overflowing love,</div> -<div class="verse">Not for the creature only, but for all</div> -<div class="verse">That is around them, love for every thing</div> -<div class="verse">Which in this happy region they behold!</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thus do we soothe ourselves, and when the thought <span class="linenum">290</span></div> -<div class="verse">Is past we blame it not for having come.</div> -<div class="verse">What, if I floated down a pleasant Stream</div> -<div class="verse">And now am landed, and the motion gone,</div> -<div class="verse">Shall I reprove myself? Ah no, the stream</div> -<div class="verse">Is flowing, and will never cease to flow,<a name="FNanchor_367" id="FNanchor_367"></a><a href="#Footnote_367" class="fnanchor">[367]</a> <span class="linenum">295</span></div> -<div class="verse">And I shall float upon that stream again.</div> -<div class="verse">By such forgetfulness the soul becomes,</div> -<div class="verse">Words cannot say, how beautiful. Then hail,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[245]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Hail to the visible Presence, hail to thee,</div> -<div class="verse">Delightful Valley, habitation fair! <span class="linenum">300</span></div> -<div class="verse">And to whatever else of outward form</div> -<div class="verse">Can give us inward help, can purify,</div> -<div class="verse">And elevate, and harmonise, and soothe,</div> -<div class="verse">And steal away, and for a while deceive</div> -<div class="verse">And lap in pleasing rest, and bear us on <span class="linenum">305</span></div> -<div class="verse">Without desire in full complacency,</div> -<div class="verse">Contemplating perfection absolute</div> -<div class="verse">And entertained as in a placid sleep.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But not betrayed by tenderness of mind</div> -<div class="verse">That feared, or wholly overlooked the truth, <span class="linenum">310</span></div> -<div class="verse">Did we come hither, with romantic hope</div> -<div class="verse">To find, in midst of so much loveliness,</div> -<div class="verse">Love, perfect love; of so much majesty</div> -<div class="verse">A like majestic frame of mind in those</div> -<div class="verse">Who here abide, the persons like the place. <span class="linenum">315</span></div> -<div class="verse">Not from such hope, or aught of such belief</div> -<div class="verse">Hath issued any portion of the joy</div> -<div class="verse">Which I have felt this day. An awful voice,</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis true, hath in my walks been often heard,</div> -<div class="verse">Sent from the mountains or the sheltered fields; <span class="linenum">320</span></div> -<div class="verse">Shout after shout—reiterated whoop</div> -<div class="verse">In manner of a bird that takes delight</div> -<div class="verse">In answering to itself; or like a hound</div> -<div class="verse">Single at chase among the lonely woods,</div> -<div class="verse">His yell repeating;<a name="FNanchor_368" id="FNanchor_368"></a><a href="#Footnote_368" class="fnanchor">[368]</a> yet it was in truth <span class="linenum">325</span></div> -<div class="verse">A human voice—a Spirit of coming night,</div> -<div class="verse">How solemn when the sky is dark, and earth</div> -<div class="verse">Not dark, nor yet enlightened, but by snow</div> -<div class="verse">Made visible, amid a noise of winds</div> -<div class="verse">And bleatings manifold of mountain sheep, <span class="linenum">330</span></div> -<div class="verse">Which in that iteration recognise</div> -<div class="verse">Their summons, and are gathering round for food,</div> -<div class="verse">Devoured with keenness ere to grove or bank</div> -<div class="verse">Or rocky <i>bield</i> with patience they retire.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[246]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent1">That very voice, which, in some timid mood <span class="linenum">335</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of superstitious fancy, might have seemed</div> -<div class="verse">Awful as ever stray Demoniac uttered,</div> -<div class="verse">His steps to govern in the Wilderness;</div> -<div class="verse">Or as the Norman Curfew’s regular beat,</div> -<div class="verse">To hearths when first they darkened at the knell: <span class="linenum">340</span></div> -<div class="verse">That Shepherd’s voice, it may have reached mine ear</div> -<div class="verse">Debased and under profanation, made</div> -<div class="verse">The ready Organ of articulate sounds</div> -<div class="verse">From ribaldry, impiety, or wrath</div> -<div class="verse">Issuing when shame hath ceased to check the brawls <span class="linenum">345</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of some abused Festivity—so be it.</div> -<div class="verse">I came not dreaming of unruffled life,</div> -<div class="verse">Untainted manners; born among the hills,</div> -<div class="verse">Bred also there, I wanted not a scale</div> -<div class="verse">To regulate my hopes. Pleased with the good, <span class="linenum">350</span></div> -<div class="verse">I shrink not from the evil with disgust,</div> -<div class="verse">Or with immoderate pain. I look for Man,</div> -<div class="verse">The common creature of the brotherhood,</div> -<div class="verse">Differing but little from the Man elsewhere,</div> -<div class="verse">For selfishness, and envy, and revenge, <span class="linenum">355</span></div> -<div class="verse">Ill neighbourhood—pity that this should be—</div> -<div class="verse">Flattery and double-dealing, strife and wrong.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Yet is it something gained, it is in truth</div> -<div class="verse">A mighty gain, that Labour here preserves</div> -<div class="verse">His rosy face, a servant only here <span class="linenum">360</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of the fire-side, or of the open field,</div> -<div class="verse">A freeman, therefore, sound and unimpaired;</div> -<div class="verse">That extreme penury is here unknown,</div> -<div class="verse">And cold and hunger’s abject wretchedness,</div> -<div class="verse">Mortal to body, and the heaven-born mind; <span class="linenum">365</span></div> -<div class="verse">That they who want, are not too great a weight</div> -<div class="verse">For those who can relieve. Here may the heart</div> -<div class="verse">Breathe in the air of fellow-suffering</div> -<div class="verse">Dreadless, as in a kind of fresher breeze</div> -<div class="verse">Of her own native element, the hand <span class="linenum">370</span></div> -<div class="verse">Be ready and unwearied without plea</div> -<div class="verse">From tasks too frequent, or beyond its power</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</a></span> -<div class="verse">For languor, or indifference, or despair.</div> -<div class="verse">And as these lofty barriers break the force</div> -<div class="verse">Of winds, this deep Vale,—as it doth in part <span class="linenum">375</span></div> -<div class="verse">Conceal us from the storm,—so here abides</div> -<div class="verse">A power and a protection for the mind,</div> -<div class="verse">Dispensed indeed to other solitudes,</div> -<div class="verse">Favoured by noble privilege like this,</div> -<div class="verse">Where kindred independence of estate <span class="linenum">380</span></div> -<div class="verse">Is prevalent, where he who tills the field,</div> -<div class="verse">He, happy man! is master of the field,<a name="FNanchor_369" id="FNanchor_369"></a><a href="#Footnote_369" class="fnanchor">[369]</a></div> -<div class="verse">And treads the mountains which his fathers trod.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Not less than half-way up yon Mountain’s side</div> -<div class="verse">Behold a dusky spot, a grove of Firs, <span class="linenum">385</span></div> -<div class="verse">That seems still smaller than it is. This grove</div> -<div class="verse">Is haunted—by what ghost? a gentle spirit</div> -<div class="verse">Of memory faithful to the call of love;</div> -<div class="verse">For, as reports the dame, whose fire sends up</div> -<div class="verse">Yon curling smoke from the grey cot below, <span class="linenum">390</span></div> -<div class="verse">The trees (her first-born child being then a babe)</div> -<div class="verse">Were planted by her husband and herself,</div> -<div class="verse">That ranging o’er the high and houseless ground</div> -<div class="verse">Their sheep might neither want (from perilous storms</div> -<div class="verse">Of winter, nor from summer’s sultry heat) <span class="linenum">395</span></div> -<div class="verse">A friendly covert. “And they knew it well,”</div> -<div class="verse">Said she, “for thither as the trees grew up,</div> -<div class="verse">We to the patient creatures carried food</div> -<div class="verse">In times of heavy snow.” She then began</div> -<div class="verse">In fond obedience to her private thoughts <span class="linenum">400</span></div> -<div class="verse">To speak of her dead husband. Is there not</div> -<div class="verse">An art, a music, and a strain of words</div> -<div class="verse">That shall be like the acknowledged voice of life,</div> -<div class="verse">Shall speak of what is done among the fields,</div> -<div class="verse">Done truly there, or felt, of solid good <span class="linenum">405</span></div> -<div class="verse">And real evil, yet be sweet withal,</div> -<div class="verse">More grateful, more harmonious than the breath,</div> -<div class="verse">The idle breath of softest pipe attuned</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</a></span> -<div class="verse">To pastoral fancies? Is there such a stream,</div> -<div class="verse">Pure and unsullied, flowing from the heart <span class="linenum">410</span></div> -<div class="verse">With motions of true dignity and grace?</div> -<div class="verse">Or must we seek that stream where Man is not?</div> -<div class="verse">Methinks I could repeat in tuneful verse,</div> -<div class="verse">Delicious as the gentlest breeze that sounds</div> -<div class="verse">Through that aerial fir-grove, could preserve <span class="linenum">415</span></div> -<div class="verse">Some portion of its human history</div> -<div class="verse">As gathered from the Matron’s lips, and tell</div> -<div class="verse">Of tears that have been shed at sight of it,</div> -<div class="verse">And moving dialogues between this pair,</div> -<div class="verse">Who in their prime of wedlock, with joint hands <span class="linenum">420</span></div> -<div class="verse">Did plant the grove, now flourishing, while they</div> -<div class="verse">No longer flourish, he entirely gone,</div> -<div class="verse">She withering in her loneliness. Be this</div> -<div class="verse">A task above my skill; the silent mind</div> -<div class="verse">Has her own treasures, and I think of these, <span class="linenum">425</span></div> -<div class="verse">Love what I see, and honour humankind.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">No, we are not alone, we do not stand,</div> -<div class="verse">My Sister, here misplaced and desolate,</div> -<div class="verse">Loving what no one cares for but ourselves;</div> -<div class="verse">We shall not scatter through the plains and rocks <span class="linenum">430</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of this fair Vale, and o’er its spacious heights</div> -<div class="verse">Unprofitable kindliness, bestowed</div> -<div class="verse">On objects unaccustomed to the gifts</div> -<div class="verse">Of feeling, which were cheerless and forlorn</div> -<div class="verse">But few weeks past, and would be so again <span class="linenum">435</span></div> -<div class="verse">Were we not here; we do not tend a lamp</div> -<div class="verse">Whose lustre we alone participate,</div> -<div class="verse">Which shines dependent upon us alone,</div> -<div class="verse">Mortal though bright, a dying, dying flame.</div> -<div class="verse">Look where we will, some human hand has been <span class="linenum">440</span></div> -<div class="verse">Before us with its offering; not a tree</div> -<div class="verse">Sprinkles these little pastures but the same</div> -<div class="verse">Hath furnished matter for a thought; perchance,</div> -<div class="verse">For some one, serves as a familiar friend.</div> -<div class="verse">Joy spreads, and sorrow spreads; and this whole Vale, <span class="linenum">445</span></div> -<div class="verse">Home of untutored shepherds as it is,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[249]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Swarms with sensation, as with gleams of sunshine,</div> -<div class="verse">Shadows or breezes, scents or sounds. Nor deem</div> -<div class="verse">These feelings, though subservient more than ours</div> -<div class="verse">To every day’s demand for daily bread, <span class="linenum">450</span></div> -<div class="verse">And borrowing more their spirit, and their shape</div> -<div class="verse">From self-respecting interests, deem them not</div> -<div class="verse">Unworthy therefore, and unhallowed: no,</div> -<div class="verse">They lift the animal being, do themselves</div> -<div class="verse">By Nature’s kind and ever-present aid <span class="linenum">455</span></div> -<div class="verse">Refine the selfishness from which they spring,</div> -<div class="verse">Redeem by love the individual sense</div> -<div class="verse">Of anxiousness with which they are combined.</div> -<div class="verse">And thus it is that fitly they become</div> -<div class="verse">Associates in the joy of purest minds, <span class="linenum">460</span></div> -<div class="verse">They blend therewith congenially: meanwhile,</div> -<div class="verse">Calmly they breathe their own undying life</div> -<div class="verse">Through this their mountain sanctuary. Long,</div> -<div class="verse">Oh long may it remain inviolate,</div> -<div class="verse">Diffusing health and sober cheerfulness, <span class="linenum">465</span></div> -<div class="verse">And giving to the moments as they pass</div> -<div class="verse">Their little boons of animating thought</div> -<div class="verse">That sweeten labour, make it seen and felt</div> -<div class="verse">To be no arbitrary weight imposed,</div> -<div class="verse">But a glad function natural to man. <span class="linenum">470</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Fair proof of this, newcomer though I be,</div> -<div class="verse">Already have I gained. The inward frame</div> -<div class="verse">Though slowly opening, opens every day</div> -<div class="verse">With process not unlike to that which cheers</div> -<div class="verse">A pensive stranger, journeying at his leisure <span class="linenum">475</span></div> -<div class="verse">Through some Helvetian dell, when low-hung mists</div> -<div class="verse">Break up, and are beginning to recede;</div> -<div class="verse">How pleased he is where thin and thinner grows</div> -<div class="verse">The veil, or where it parts at once, to spy</div> -<div class="verse">The dark pines thrusting forth their spiky heads; <span class="linenum">480</span></div> -<div class="verse">To watch the spreading lawns with cattle grazed,</div> -<div class="verse">Then to be greeted by the scattered huts,</div> -<div class="verse">As they shine out; and <i>see</i> the streams whose murmur</div> -<div class="verse">Had soothed his ear while <i>they</i> were hidden: how pleased</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[250]</a></span> -<div class="verse">To have about him, which way e’er he goes, <span class="linenum">485</span></div> -<div class="verse">Something on every side concealed from view,</div> -<div class="verse">In every quarter something visible,</div> -<div class="verse">Half-seen or wholly, lost and found again,</div> -<div class="verse">Alternate progress and impediment,</div> -<div class="verse">And yet a growing prospect in the main. <span class="linenum">490</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Such pleasure now is mine, albeit forced,</div> -<div class="verse">Herein less happy than the Traveller</div> -<div class="verse">To cast from time to time a painful look</div> -<div class="verse">Upon unwelcome things, which unawares</div> -<div class="verse">Reveal themselves; not therefore is my heart <span class="linenum">495</span></div> -<div class="verse">Depressed, nor does it fear what is to come,</div> -<div class="verse">But confident, enriched at every glance.</div> -<div class="verse">The more I see the more delight my mind</div> -<div class="verse">Receives, or by reflexion can create.</div> -<div class="verse">Truth justifies herself, and as she dwells <span class="linenum">500</span></div> -<div class="verse">With Hope, who would not follow where she leads?</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor let me pass unheeded other loves</div> -<div class="verse">Where no fear is, and humbler sympathies.</div> -<div class="verse">Already hath sprung up within my heart</div> -<div class="verse">A liking for the small grey horse that bears <span class="linenum">505</span></div> -<div class="verse">The paralytic man, and for the brute—</div> -<div class="verse">In Scripture sanctified—the patient brute,</div> -<div class="verse">On which the cripple, in the quarry maimed,</div> -<div class="verse">Rides to and fro: I know them and their ways.<a name="FNanchor_370" id="FNanchor_370"></a><a href="#Footnote_370" class="fnanchor">[370]</a></div> -<div class="verse">The famous sheep-dog, first in all the Vale, <span class="linenum">510</span></div> -<div class="verse">Though yet to me a stranger, will not be</div> -<div class="verse">A stranger long; nor will the blind man’s guide,</div> -<div class="verse">Meek and neglected thing, of no renown!</div> -<div class="verse">Soon will peep forth the primrose; ere it fades</div> -<div class="verse">Friends shall I have at dawn, blackbird and thrush <span class="linenum">515</span></div> -<div class="verse">To rouse me, and a hundred warblers more;</div> -<div class="verse">And if those eagles to their ancient hold</div> -<div class="verse">Return, Helvellyn’s eagles! with the pair</div> -<div class="verse">From my own door I shall be free to claim</div> -<div class="verse">Acquaintance as they sweep from cloud to cloud. <span class="linenum">520</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[251]</a></span> -<div class="verse">The owl that gives the name to Owlet-Crag</div> -<div class="verse">Have I heard whooping, and he soon will be</div> -<div class="verse">A chosen one of my regards. See there</div> -<div class="verse">The heifer in yon little croft belongs</div> -<div class="verse">To one who holds it dear; with duteous care <span class="linenum">525</span></div> -<div class="verse">She reared it, and in speaking of her charge</div> -<div class="verse">I heard her scatter some endearing words</div> -<div class="verse">Domestic, and in spirit motherly</div> -<div class="verse">She being herself a Mother, happy Beast</div> -<div class="verse">If the caresses of a human voice <span class="linenum">530</span></div> -<div class="verse">Can make it so, and care of human hands.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And ye as happy under Nature’s care,</div> -<div class="verse">Strangers to me, and all men, or at least</div> -<div class="verse">Strangers to all particular amity,</div> -<div class="verse">All intercourse of knowledge or of love <span class="linenum">535</span></div> -<div class="verse">That parts the individual from his kind,</div> -<div class="verse">Whether in large communities ye keep</div> -<div class="verse">From year to year, not shunning Man’s abode,</div> -<div class="verse">A settled residence, or be from far,</div> -<div class="verse">Wild creatures, and of many homes, that come <span class="linenum">540</span></div> -<div class="verse">The gift of winds, and whom the winds again</div> -<div class="verse">Take from us at your pleasure—yet shall ye</div> -<div class="verse">Not want, for this, your own subordinate place</div> -<div class="verse">In my affections. Witness the delight</div> -<div class="verse">With which erewhile I saw that multitude <span class="linenum">545</span></div> -<div class="verse">Wheel through the sky, and see them now at rest,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet not at rest, upon the glassy lake.</div> -<div class="verse">They <i>cannot</i> rest, they gambol like young whelps;</div> -<div class="verse">Active as lambs, and overcome with joy.</div> -<div class="verse">They try all frolic motions; flutter, plunge, <span class="linenum">550</span></div> -<div class="verse">And beat the passive water with their wings.</div> -<div class="verse">Too distant are they for plain view, but lo!</div> -<div class="verse">Those little fountains, sparkling in the sun,</div> -<div class="verse">Betray their occupation, rising up,</div> -<div class="verse">First one and then another silver spout, <span class="linenum">555</span></div> -<div class="verse">As one or other takes the fit of glee,</div> -<div class="verse">Fountains and spouts, yet somewhat in the guise</div> -<div class="verse">Of play-thing fire-works, that on festal nights</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[252]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Sparkle about the feet of wanton boys.</div> -<div class="verse">—How vast the compass of this theatre, <span class="linenum">560</span></div> -<div class="verse">Yet nothing to be seen but lovely pomp</div> -<div class="verse">And silent majesty; the birch-tree woods</div> -<div class="verse">Are hung with thousand thousand diamond drops</div> -<div class="verse">Of melted hoar-frost, every tiny knot</div> -<div class="verse">In the bare twigs, each little budding place <span class="linenum">565</span></div> -<div class="verse">Cased with its several beads, what myriads there</div> -<div class="verse">Upon one tree, while all the distant grove</div> -<div class="verse">That rises to the summit of the steep</div> -<div class="verse">Shows like a mountain built of silver light.</div> -<div class="verse">See yonder the same pageant, and again <span class="linenum">570</span></div> -<div class="verse">Behold the universal imagery</div> -<div class="verse">Inverted, all its sun-bright features touched</div> -<div class="verse">As with the varnish, and the gloss of dreams;</div> -<div class="verse">Dreamlike the blending also of the whole</div> -<div class="verse">Harmonious landscape; all along the shore <span class="linenum">575</span></div> -<div class="verse">The boundary lost, the line invisible</div> -<div class="verse">That parts the image from reality;</div> -<div class="verse">And the clear hills, as high as they ascend</div> -<div class="verse">Heavenward, so piercing deep the lake below.</div> -<div class="verse">Admonished of the days of love to come <span class="linenum">580</span></div> -<div class="verse">The raven croaks, and fills the upper air</div> -<div class="verse">With a strange sound of genial harmony;<a name="FNanchor_371" id="FNanchor_371"></a><a href="#Footnote_371" class="fnanchor">[371]</a></div> -<div class="verse">And in and all about that playful band,</div> -<div class="verse">Incapable although they be of rest,</div> -<div class="verse">And in their fashion very rioters, <span class="linenum">585</span></div> -<div class="verse">There is a stillness, and they seem to make</div> -<div class="verse">Calm revelry in that their calm abode.</div> -<div class="verse">Them leaving to their joyous hours I pass,</div> -<div class="verse">Pass with a thought the life of the whole year</div> -<div class="verse">That is to come, the throng of woodland flowers, <span class="linenum">590</span></div> -<div class="verse">And lilies that will dance upon the waves.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Say boldly then that solitude is not</div> -<div class="verse">Where these things are. He truly is alone,</div> -<div class="verse">He of the multitude whose eyes are doomed</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[253]</a></span> -<div class="verse">To hold a vacant commerce day by day <span class="linenum">595</span></div> -<div class="verse">With objects wanting life, repelling love;</div> -<div class="verse">He by the vast Metropolis immured,</div> -<div class="verse">Where pity shrinks from unremitting calls,</div> -<div class="verse">Where numbers overwhelm humanity,</div> -<div class="verse">And neighbourhood serves rather to divide <span class="linenum">600</span></div> -<div class="verse">Than to unite. What sighs more deep than his,</div> -<div class="verse">Whose nobler will hath long been sacrificed;</div> -<div class="verse">Who must inhabit, under a black sky,</div> -<div class="verse">A City where, if indifference to disgust</div> -<div class="verse">Yield not, to scorn, or sorrow, living men <span class="linenum">605</span></div> -<div class="verse">Are ofttimes to their fellow-men no more</div> -<div class="verse">Than to the forest hermit are the leaves</div> -<div class="verse">That hang aloft in myriads—nay, far less,</div> -<div class="verse">For they protect his walk from sun and shower,</div> -<div class="verse">Swell his devotion with their voice in storms, <span class="linenum">610</span></div> -<div class="verse">And whisper while the stars twinkle among them</div> -<div class="verse">His lullaby. From crowded streets remote,</div> -<div class="verse">Far from the living and dead wilderness</div> -<div class="verse">Of the thronged world, Society is here<a name="FNanchor_372" id="FNanchor_372"></a><a href="#Footnote_372" class="fnanchor">[372]</a></div> -<div class="verse">A true Community, a genuine frame <span class="linenum">615</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of many into one incorporate.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>That</i> must be looked for here, paternal sway,</div> -<div class="verse">One household under God for high and low,</div> -<div class="verse">One family, and one mansion; to themselves</div> -<div class="verse">Appropriate, and divided from the world <span class="linenum">620</span></div> -<div class="verse">As if it were a cave, a multitude</div> -<div class="verse">Human and brute, possessors undisturbed</div> -<div class="verse">Of this recess, their legislative hall,</div> -<div class="verse">Their Temple, and their glorious dwelling-place.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Dismissing therefore, all Arcadian dreams, <span class="linenum">625</span></div> -<div class="verse">All golden fancies of the golden age,</div> -<div class="verse">The bright array of shadowy thoughts from times</div> -<div class="verse">That were before all time, or is to be</div> -<div class="verse">Ere time expire, the pageantry that stirs</div> -<div class="verse">And will be stirring when our eyes are fixed <span class="linenum">630</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[254]</a></span> -<div class="verse">On lovely objects, and we wish to part</div> -<div class="verse">With all remembrance of a jarring world,</div> -<div class="verse">—Take we at once this one sufficient hope,</div> -<div class="verse">What need of more? that we shall neither droop,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor pine for want of pleasure in the life <span class="linenum">635</span></div> -<div class="verse">Scattered about us, nor through dearth of aught</div> -<div class="verse">That keeps in health the insatiable mind;</div> -<div class="verse">That we shall have for knowledge and for love</div> -<div class="verse">Abundance; and that, feeling as we do</div> -<div class="verse">How goodly, how exceeding fair, how pure <span class="linenum">640</span></div> -<div class="verse">From all reproach is yon ethereal vault,</div> -<div class="verse">And this deep vale its earthly counterpart,</div> -<div class="verse">By which, and under which, we are enclosed</div> -<div class="verse">To breathe in peace, we shall moreover find</div> -<div class="verse">(If sound, and what we ought to be ourselves, <span class="linenum">645</span></div> -<div class="verse">If rightly we observe and justly weigh)</div> -<div class="verse">The inmates not unworthy of their home</div> -<div class="verse">The dwellers of their dwelling.</div> -<div class="verse indent16">And if this</div> -<div class="verse">Were otherwise, we have within ourselves</div> -<div class="verse">Enough to fill the present day with joy, <span class="linenum">650</span></div> -<div class="verse">And overspread the future years with hope,</div> -<div class="verse">Our beautiful and quiet home, enriched</div> -<div class="verse">Already with a stranger whom we love</div> -<div class="verse">Deeply, a stranger of our father’s house,</div> -<div class="verse">A never-resting Pilgrim of the Sea,<a name="FNanchor_373" id="FNanchor_373"></a><a href="#Footnote_373" class="fnanchor">[373]</a> <span class="linenum">655</span></div> -<div class="verse">Who finds at last an hour to his content</div> -<div class="verse">Beneath our roof. And others whom we love</div> -<div class="verse">Will seek us also, sisters of our hearts,<a name="FNanchor_374" id="FNanchor_374"></a><a href="#Footnote_374" class="fnanchor">[374]</a></div> -<div class="verse">And one, like them, a brother of our hearts,</div> -<div class="verse">Philosopher and Poet,<a name="FNanchor_375" id="FNanchor_375"></a><a href="#Footnote_375" class="fnanchor">[375]</a> in whose sight <span class="linenum">660</span></div> -<div class="verse">These mountains will rejoice with open joy.</div> -<div class="verse">—Such is our wealth; O Vale of Peace, we are</div> -<div class="verse">And must be, with God’s will, a happy band.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Yet ’tis not to enjoy that we exist,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[255]</a></span> -<div class="verse">For that end only; something must be done. <span class="linenum">665</span></div> -<div class="verse">I must not walk in unreproved delight</div> -<div class="verse">These narrow bounds, and think of nothing more,</div> -<div class="verse">No duty that looks further, and no care.</div> -<div class="verse">Each being has his office, lowly some</div> -<div class="verse">And common, yet all worthy if fulfilled <span class="linenum">670</span></div> -<div class="verse">With zeal, acknowledgment that with the gift</div> -<div class="verse">Keeps pace, a harvest answering to the seed—</div> -<div class="verse">Of ill-advised Ambition and of Pride</div> -<div class="verse">I would stand clear, but yet to me I feel</div> -<div class="verse">That an internal brightness is vouchsafed <span class="linenum">675</span></div> -<div class="verse">That must not die, that must not pass away.</div> -<div class="verse">Why does this inward lustre fondly seek,</div> -<div class="verse">And gladly blend with outward fellowship?</div> -<div class="verse">Why do <i>they</i> shine around me whom I love?</div> -<div class="verse">Why do they teach me whom I thus revere? <span class="linenum">680</span></div> -<div class="verse">Strange question, yet it answers not itself.</div> -<div class="verse">That humble roof embowered among the trees,</div> -<div class="verse">That calm fire-side, it is not even in them,</div> -<div class="verse">—Blest as they are—to furnish a reply,</div> -<div class="verse">That satisfies and ends in perfect rest. <span class="linenum">685</span></div> -<div class="verse">Possessions have I that are solely mine,</div> -<div class="verse">Something within which yet is shared by none,</div> -<div class="verse">Not even the nearest to me and most dear,</div> -<div class="verse">Something which power and effort may impart,</div> -<div class="verse">I would impart it, I would spread it wide, <span class="linenum">690</span></div> -<div class="verse">Immortal in the world which is to come.</div> -<div class="verse">Forgive me if I add another claim,</div> -<div class="verse">And would not wholly perish even in this,</div> -<div class="verse">Lie down and be forgotten in the dust,</div> -<div class="verse">I and the modest partners of my days <span class="linenum">695</span></div> -<div class="verse">Making a silent company in death;</div> -<div class="verse">Love, knowledge, all my manifold delights</div> -<div class="verse">All buried with me without monument</div> -<div class="verse">Or profit unto any but ourselves.</div> -<div class="verse">It must not be, if I, divinely taught, <span class="linenum">700</span></div> -<div class="verse">Be privileged to speak as I have felt</div> -<div class="verse">Of what in man is human or divine.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[256]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent1">While yet an innocent little-one, with a heart</div> -<div class="verse">That doubtless wanted not its tender moods,</div> -<div class="verse">I breathed (for this I better recollect) <span class="linenum">705</span></div> -<div class="verse">Among wild appetites and blind desires,</div> -<div class="verse">Motions of savage instinct, my delight</div> -<div class="verse">And exaltation. Nothing at that time</div> -<div class="verse">So welcome, no temptation half so dear</div> -<div class="verse">As that which urged me to a daring feat. <span class="linenum">710</span></div> -<div class="verse">Deep pools, tall trees, black chasms, and dizzy crags,</div> -<div class="verse">And tottering towers; I loved to stand and read</div> -<div class="verse">Their looks forbidding, read and disobey,</div> -<div class="verse">Sometimes in act, and evermore in thought.</div> -<div class="verse">With impulses that scarcely were by these <span class="linenum">715</span></div> -<div class="verse">Surpassed in strength, I heard of danger, met</div> -<div class="verse">Or sought with courage; enterprize forlorn</div> -<div class="verse">By one, sole keeper of his own intent,</div> -<div class="verse">Or by a resolute few who for the sake</div> -<div class="verse">Of glory, fronted multitudes in arms. <span class="linenum">720</span></div> -<div class="verse">Yea to this hour I cannot read a tale</div> -<div class="verse">Of two brave vessels matched in deadly fight,</div> -<div class="verse">And fighting to the death, but I am pleased</div> -<div class="verse">More than a wise man ought to be. I wish,</div> -<div class="verse">Fret, burn, and struggle, and in soul am there; <span class="linenum">725</span></div> -<div class="verse">But me hath Nature tamed, and bade to seek</div> -<div class="verse">For other agitations, or be calm;</div> -<div class="verse">Hath dealt with me as with a turbulent stream,</div> -<div class="verse">Some nursling of the mountains, which she leads</div> -<div class="verse">Through quiet meadows, after he has learnt <span class="linenum">730</span></div> -<div class="verse">His strength, and had his triumph and his joy,</div> -<div class="verse">His desperate course of tumult and of glee.</div> -<div class="verse">That which in stealth by Nature was performed</div> -<div class="verse">Hath Reason sanctioned. Her deliberate voice</div> -<div class="verse">Hath said, “Be mild and cleave to gentle things, <span class="linenum">735</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[257]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Thy glory and thy happiness be there.</div> -<div class="verse">Nor fear, though thou confide in me, a want</div> -<div class="verse">Of aspirations that <i>have</i> been, of foes</div> -<div class="verse">To wrestle with, and victory to complete,</div> -<div class="verse">Bounds to be leapt, darkness to be explored, <span class="linenum">740</span></div> -<div class="verse">All that inflamed thy infant heart, the love,</div> -<div class="verse">The longing, the contempt, the undaunted quest,</div> -<div class="verse">All shall survive—though changed their office, all</div> -<div class="verse">Shall live,—it is not in their power to die.”</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Then farewell to the Warrior’s schemes, farewell <span class="linenum">745</span></div> -<div class="verse">The forwardness of soul which looks that way</div> -<div class="verse">Upon a less incitement than the cause</div> -<div class="verse">Of Liberty endangered, and farewell</div> -<div class="verse">That other hope, long mine, the hope to fill</div> -<div class="verse">The heroic trumpet with the Muse’s breath! <span class="linenum">750</span></div> -<div class="verse">Yet in this peaceful Vale we will not spend</div> -<div class="verse">Unheard-of days, though loving peaceful thoughts.</div> -<div class="verse">A voice shall speak, and what will be the theme?[18]</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_359" id="Footnote_359"></a><a href="#FNanchor_359"><span class="label">[359]</span></a> The following lines, 71-97, and 110-125, were first published in the -<i>Memoirs of Wordsworth</i>, in 1851.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_360" id="Footnote_360"></a><a href="#FNanchor_360"><span class="label">[360]</span></a></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… on …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">1851.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_361" id="Footnote_361"></a><a href="#FNanchor_361"><span class="label">[361]</span></a> The lines 152-167 were first published in the <i>Memoirs of Wordsworth</i> -in 1851.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_362" id="Footnote_362"></a><a href="#FNanchor_362"><span class="label">[362]</span></a></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Mark how the feathered tenants of the flood</div> -<div class="verse">With grace of motion …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_363" id="Footnote_363"></a><a href="#FNanchor_363"><span class="label">[363]</span></a></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… amid …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_364" id="Footnote_364"></a><a href="#FNanchor_364"><span class="label">[364]</span></a></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They tempt the water, or …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_365" id="Footnote_365"></a><a href="#FNanchor_365"><span class="label">[365]</span></a> The foregoing twenty-seven lines were published under the title <i>Water-Fowl</i>, -in the 1827 edition of Wordsworth’s “Poetical Works.” They are -also printed in the fifth edition of the <i>Guide through the District of the -Lakes in the North of England</i> (section first).—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_366" id="Footnote_366"></a><a href="#FNanchor_366"><span class="label">[366]</span></a> Compare <i>Paradise Lost</i>, book xii. l. 646.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_367" id="Footnote_367"></a><a href="#FNanchor_367"><span class="label">[367]</span></a> Compare, in the <i>After-Thought</i> to “The Duddon Sonnets”—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_368" id="Footnote_368"></a><a href="#FNanchor_368"><span class="label">[368]</span></a> Compare, in <i>An Evening Walk</i>, l. 378—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Or yell, in the deep woods, of lonely hound.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_369" id="Footnote_369"></a><a href="#FNanchor_369"><span class="label">[369]</span></a> Compare Wordsworth’s numerous references to the Cumbrian and Westmoreland -“Statesmen,” in his Prose Works, and elsewhere.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_370" id="Footnote_370"></a><a href="#FNanchor_370"><span class="label">[370]</span></a> Compare <i>Peter Bell</i>.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_371" id="Footnote_371"></a><a href="#FNanchor_371"><span class="label">[371]</span></a> Compare <i>The Excursion</i>, book iv. ll. 1175-1187.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_372" id="Footnote_372"></a><a href="#FNanchor_372"><span class="label">[372]</span></a> Wordsworth says elsewhere that</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Solitude is blithe Society.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_373" id="Footnote_373"></a><a href="#FNanchor_373"><span class="label">[373]</span></a> John Wordsworth.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_374" id="Footnote_374"></a><a href="#FNanchor_374"><span class="label">[374]</span></a> The Hutchinsons.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_375" id="Footnote_375"></a><a href="#FNanchor_375"><span class="label">[375]</span></a> Coleridge.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>“SHALL HE WHO GIVES HIS DAYS TO LOW -PURSUITS”</h3> - -<p>The following lines occur in the experimental efforts made -by Wordsworth to write an autobiographical poem. They -occur in one of his sister’s Journals, entitled “May to December, -1802”; and were probably either dictated to her in that -year, or were copied by her from some earlier fragment. They -stand related to passages in <i>The Prelude</i>. (See vol. iii. p. -269.)—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Shall he who gives his days to low pursuits</div> -<div class="verse">Amid the undistinguishable crowd</div> -<div class="verse">Of cities, ’mid the same eternal flow</div> -<div class="verse">Of the same objects, melted and reduced</div> -<div class="verse">To one identity, by differences <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">That have no law, no meaning, and no end,</div> -<div class="verse">Shall he feel yearning to those lifeless forms,</div> -<div class="verse">And shall we think that Nature is less kind</div> -<div class="verse">To those, who all day long, through a busy life,</div> -<div class="verse">Have walked within her sight? It cannot be. <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[258]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ch1803">1803</h2> - -<h3>“I FIND IT WRITTEN OF SIMONIDES”</h3> - -<p class="center">Published in <i>The Morning Post</i>, October 10, 1803</p> - -<p>S.T.C. writing to Tom Poole, October 14, 1803, said that -Wordsworth wrote to <i>The Morning Post</i> “as W. L. D., and -sometimes with no signature.” There is ample evidence that -the following sonnet was written by Wordsworth. He had -contributed five sonnets to <i>The Morning Post</i> before the month -of September 1803; and on the 10th of October in that year -the following appeared.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I find it written of Simonides,</div> -<div class="verse">That, travelling in strange countries, once he found</div> -<div class="verse">A corpse that lay expos’d upon the ground,</div> -<div class="verse">For which, with palms, he caus’d due obsequies</div> -<div class="verse">To be perform’d, and paid all holy fees. <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Soon after this man’s ghost unto him came,</div> -<div class="verse">And told him not to sail, as was his aim,</div> -<div class="verse">On board a ship then ready for the seas.</div> -<div class="verse">Simonides, admonish’d by the ghost,</div> -<div class="verse">Remain’d behind: the ship the following day <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Set sail, was wreck’d, and all on board were lost.</div> -<div class="verse">Thus was the tenderest Poet that could be,</div> -<div class="verse">Who sang in antient Greece his loving lay,</div> -<div class="verse">Sav’d out of many by his piety.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h2 id="ch1804">1804</h2> - -<h3>“NO WHIMSEY OF THE PURSE IS HERE”</h3> - -<p>Writing to Sir George Beaumont, on Christmas Day, 1804, -Wordsworth said:<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[259]</a></span> “We have lately built in our little rocky -orchard a circular hut, lined with moss, like a wren’s nest, and -coated on the outside with heath, that stands most charmingly, -with several views from the different sides of it, of the -Lake, the Valley, and the Church.… I will copy a dwarf -inscription which I wrote for it” (<i>i.e.</i> the circular hut, in his -Orchard-Garden) “the other day before the building was -entirely finished, which indeed it is not yet.”<a name="FNanchor_376" id="FNanchor_376"></a><a href="#Footnote_376" class="fnanchor">[376]</a>—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No whimsey of the purse is here,</div> -<div class="verse">No pleasure-house forlorn;</div> -<div class="verse">Use, comfort, do this roof endear;</div> -<div class="verse">A tributary shed to cheer</div> -<div class="verse">The little cottage that is near,</div> -<div class="verse">To help it and adorn.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_376" id="Footnote_376"></a><a href="#FNanchor_376"><span class="label">[376]</span></a> See the <i>Memorials of Coleorton</i>, vol. i. p. 81; and Wordsworth’s letter -on the subject in a later volume of this edition.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h2 id="ch1805">1805</h2> - -<h3>“PEACEFUL OUR VALLEY, FAIR AND -GREEN”</h3> - -<p>This is extracted from a copy of an appendix to <i>Recollections -of a Tour in Scotland</i> by Dorothy Wordsworth, written by Mrs. -Clarkson, September-November 1805. It was composed by -the poet’s sister. In February 1892 it was published in <i>The -Monthly Packet</i> under the title “Grasmere: a Fragment,” and -with the signature “Rydal Mount, September 26, 1829.” It -is now printed from the MS. of 1805.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Peaceful our valley, fair and green;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And beautiful the cottages</div> -<div class="verse">Each in its nook, its sheltered hold,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or underneath its tuft of trees.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Many and beautiful they are; <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">But there is one that I love best,</div> -<div class="verse">A lowly roof in truth it is,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A brother of the rest.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[260]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yet when I sit on rock or hill</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Down-looking on the valley fair, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">That cottage with its grove of trees</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Summons my heart; it settles there.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Others there are whose small domain</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of fertile fields with hedgerows green</div> -<div class="verse">Might more seduce the traveller’s mind <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">To wish that there his home had been.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Such wish be his! I blame him not,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">My fancies they, perchance, are wild;</div> -<div class="verse">I love that house because it is</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The very mountain’s child. <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fields hath it of its own, green fields;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But they are craggy, steep, and bare;</div> -<div class="verse">Their fence is of the mountain stone,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And moss and lichen flourish there.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And when the storm comes from the North <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">It lingers near that pastoral spot,</div> -<div class="verse">And piping through the mossy walls,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">It seems delighted with its lot.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And let it take its own delight,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And let it range the pastures bare <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">Until it reach that grove of trees</div> -<div class="verse indent1">——It may not enter there!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A green unfading grove it is,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Skirted with many a lesser tree,</div> -<div class="verse">Hazel and holly, beech and oak, <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">A fair and flourishing company!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Precious the shelter of those trees!</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They screen the cottage that I love;</div> -<div class="verse">The sunshine pierces to the roof</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And the tall pine trees tower above. <span class="linenum">40</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[261]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When first I saw that dear abode</div> -<div class="verse indent1">It was a lovely winter’s day:</div> -<div class="verse">After a night of perilous storm</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The West wind ruled with gentle sway;</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A day so mild, it might have been <span class="linenum">45</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">The first day of the gladsome spring;</div> -<div class="verse">The robins warbled; and I heard</div> -<div class="verse indent1">One solitary throstle sing:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A stranger in the neighbourhood,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">All faces then to me unknown, <span class="linenum">50</span></div> -<div class="verse">I left my sole companion-friend</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To wander out alone.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lur’d by a little winding path,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I quitted soon the public road,</div> -<div class="verse">A smooth and tempting path it was <span class="linenum">55</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">By sheep and shepherds trod.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Eastward, toward the mighty hills</div> -<div class="verse indent1">This pathway led me on,</div> -<div class="verse">Until I reach’d a lofty Rock</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With velvet moss o’ergrown. <span class="linenum">60</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With russet Oak and tufts of Fern</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Its top was richly garlanded;</div> -<div class="verse">Its sides adorn’d with Eglantine</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Bedropp’d with hips of glossy red.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There too in many a shelter’d chink <span class="linenum">65</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">The foxglove’s broad leaves flourish’d fair,</div> -<div class="verse">And silver birch whose purple twigs</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Bend to the softest breathing air.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Beneath that rock my course I stay’d</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And, looking to its summit high, <span class="linenum">70</span></div> -<div class="verse">“Thou wear’st,” said I, “a splendid garb,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[262]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent1">Here winter keeps his revelry.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“I’ve been a dweller on the plains,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Have sigh’d when summer days were gone;</div> -<div class="verse">No more I’ll sigh; for winter here <span class="linenum">75</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Hath gladsome gardens of his own.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“What need of flowers? The splendid moss</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Is gayer than an April mead;</div> -<div class="verse">More rich its hues of various green,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Orange and gold and glowing red.” <span class="linenum">80</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">——Beside that gay and lovely rock</div> -<div class="verse indent1">There came with merry voice</div> -<div class="verse">A foaming streamlet glancing by,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">It seem’d to say “Rejoice!”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My youthful wishes all fulfill’d, <span class="linenum">85</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wishes matured by thoughtful choice,</div> -<div class="verse">I stood an Inmate of this vale,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">How could I but rejoice?</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>“AH! IF I WERE A LADY GAY”</h3> - -<p>The following two stanzas were added by Wordsworth to his -sister’s poem, entitled <i>The Cottager to her Infant</i>—composed in -1805, and issued in 1815 (see vol. iii. pp. 74, 75); but they -were never published in Wordsworth’s lifetime.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ah! if I were a lady gay</div> -<div class="verse">I should not grieve with thee to play;</div> -<div class="verse">Right gladly would I lie awake</div> -<div class="verse">Thy lively spirits to partake,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And ask no better cheer. <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But, Babe! there’s none to work for me,</div> -<div class="verse">And I must rise to industry;</div> -<div class="verse">Soon as the cock begins to crow</div> -<div class="verse">Thy mother to the fold must go</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To tend the sheep and kine. <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[263]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ch1806">1806</h2> - -<h3>TO THE EVENING STAR OVER GRASMERE -WATER, JULY 1806</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent14">The Lake is thine,</div> -<div class="verse">The mountains too are thine, some clouds there are,</div> -<div class="verse">Some little feeble stars, but all is thine,</div> -<div class="verse">Thou, thou art king, and sole proprietor.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A moon among her stars, a mighty vale, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Fresh as the freshest field, scoop’d out, and green</div> -<div class="verse">As is the greenest billow of the sea.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The multitude of little rocky hills,</div> -<div class="verse">Rocky or green, that do like islands rise</div> -<div class="verse">From the flat meadow lonely there. <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">…</div> -<div class="verse">Embowering mountains, and the dome of Heaven</div> -<div class="verse">And waters in the midst, a Second Heaven.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>MICHAEL ANGELO IN REPLY TO THE -PASSAGE UPON HIS STATUE OF NIGHT -SLEEPING</h3> - -<p>In the first volume of a copy of the edition of 1836,—long -kept by Wordsworth at Rydal Mount, and afterwards the -property of the late Lord Coleridge—which has been referred -to in the Preface to Vol. 1., and very often in the footnotes to -all the volumes, signed C.—Wordsworth wrote in MS. two -translations of a fragment of Michael Angelo’s on Sleep, and a -translation of some Latin verses by Thomas Warton on the -same subject. These fragments were never included in any -edition of his published works, and it is impossible to say to -what year they belong. From their close relation to other<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[264]</a></span> -translations from Michael Angelo, made by Wordsworth in -1806, I assign them, conjecturally, to the same year. The -title is from Wordsworth’s own MS.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">I</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Grateful is Sleep, my life, in stone bound fast,</div> -<div class="verse">More grateful still: while wrong and shame shall last,</div> -<div class="verse">On me can Time no happier state bestow</div> -<div class="verse">Than to be left unconscious of the woe.</div> -<div class="verse">Ah then, lest you awaken me, speak low. <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">II</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Grateful is Sleep, more grateful still to be</div> -<div class="verse">Of marble; for while shameless wrong and woe</div> -<div class="verse">Prevail, ’tis best to neither hear nor see.</div> -<div class="verse">Then wake me not, I pray you. Hush, speak low.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>“COME, GENTLE SLEEP, DEATH’S IMAGE -THO’ THOU ART”</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come, gentle Sleep, Death’s image tho’ thou art,</div> -<div class="verse">Come share my couch, nor speedily depart;</div> -<div class="verse">How sweet thus living without life to lie,</div> -<div class="verse">Thus without death how sweet it is to die.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The Latin verse by Thomas Warton, of which these lines -are a translation, is as follows:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Somne veni! quamvis placidissima Mortis imago es,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Consortem cupio te tamen esse tori;</div> -<div class="verse">Hue ades, haud abiture citò! nam sic sine vita</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Vivere quam suave est, sic sine morte mori!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Thomas Warton, Fellow of Trinity College, Oxford, and -Professor of Poetry in that University, is chiefly known by his -<i>History of English Poetry</i> (1774-1781).—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[265]</a></span></p> - -<h3>“BROOK, THAT HAST BEEN MY SOLACE -DAYS AND WEEKS”</h3> - -<p>The following version of the sonnet beginning “Brook! -whose society the Poet seeks,” probably written in 1806 and -first published in 1815 (see vol. iv. p. 52), has come to light -since that volume was issued. The variants throughout are -sufficient to warrant its publication here. Had I received it -earlier they would have appeared in vol. iv.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Brook, that hast been my solace days and weeks,</div> -<div class="verse">And months, and let me add the long year through,</div> -<div class="verse">I come to thee, thou dost my heart renew;</div> -<div class="verse">O happy Thing! among thy flowery creeks,</div> -<div class="verse">And happy, dancing down thy water-breaks: <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">If I some type of thee did wish to view,</div> -<div class="verse">Thee, and not thee thyself, I would not do</div> -<div class="verse">Like Grecian Poets, give thee human cheeks,</div> -<div class="verse">Channels for tears! No Naiad should’st thou be;</div> -<div class="verse">Have neither wings, feet, feathers, joints, nor hairs. <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">It seems the Eternal Soul is clothed in thee</div> -<div class="verse">With purer robes than those of flesh and blood,</div> -<div class="verse">And hath bestowed on thee a better good;</div> -<div class="verse">The joy of fleshly life without its cares.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>TRANSLATION FROM MICHAEL ANGELO</h3> - -<p>The date of this is unknown, and the original MS. is difficult -to decipher. It is here and there illegible. It may belong to -the year of the “Ecclesiastical Sonnets,” but I place it beside -the other translation from Michael Angelo.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Rid of a vexing and a heavy load,</div> -<div class="verse">Eternal Lord! and from the world set free,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[266]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Like a frail Bark, weary I turn to Thee,—</div> -<div class="verse">From frightful storms into a quiet road.</div> -<div class="verse">On much repentance Grace will be bestow’d. <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">The nails, the thorns, and thy two hands, thy face</div> -<div class="verse">Benign, meek, …, offers grace</div> -<div class="verse">To sinners whom their sins oppress and goad.</div> -<div class="verse">Let not thy justice view, O Light Divine,</div> -<div class="verse">My fault, and keep it from thy sacred ear. <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">…</div> -<div class="verse">Cleanse with thy blood my sins, to this incline</div> -<div class="verse">More readily, the more my years require</div> -<div class="verse">Prompt aid, forgiveness speedy and entire.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h2 id="ch1808">1808</h2> - -<h3>GEORGE AND SARAH GREEN</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1808.—Published 1839</p> - -<p>This poem was first printed in De Quincey’s “Recollections -of Grasmere,” which appeared in <i>Tait’s Edinburgh Magazine</i>, -September 1839, p. 573, and afterwards in his <i>Recollections of -the Lakes</i> (1853), p. 23.</p> - -<p>The text is printed as it is found in De Quincey’s article. -Doubtless Wordsworth, or some member of the family, had -supplied him with a copy of these verses. Wordsworth himself -seemed to have thought them unworthy of publication. A -copy of the poem was transcribed at Grasmere by Dorothy -Wordsworth for Lady Beaumont on the 20th April 1808. In -this copy there are numerous variations from the text as -published by De Quincey, and these are indicated in the -footnotes. In the letter to Lady Beaumont, Dorothy Wordsworth -says,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[267]</a></span> “I am going to transcribe a poem composed by -my brother a few days after his return. It was begun in the -churchyard when he was looking at the grave of the Husband -and Wife, and is in fact supposed to be entirely composed -there.”</p> - -<p>Wordsworth returned to his old home at Dove Cottage, -Grasmere, after a short visit to London, on the 6th April 1808; -and there he remained, till Allan Bank was ready for occupation. -I therefore conclude that this poem was written in -April 1808.</p> - -<p>Compare De Quincey’s account of the disaster that befell -the Greens, as reported in his <i>Early Recollections of Grasmere</i>. -The Wordsworths had evidently taken part in the effort to -raise subscriptions in behalf of the orphan children. They -issued a printed appeal on the subject. The following is an -extract from a letter of Dorothy Wordsworth’s to Lady -Beaumont on the subject:—</p> - -<div class="blockquote"> - -<p class="right">“<span class="smcap">Grasmere</span>, <i>April 20th, 1808</i>.</p> - -<p>“We received your letter this morning, enclosing the half of -a £5 note. I am happy to inform you that the orphans have -been fixed under the care of very respectable people. The -baby is with its sister—she who filled the Mother’s place in the -house during their two days of fearless solitude. It has clung -to her ever since, and she has been its sole nurse. I went -with two ladies of the Committee (in my sister’s place, who -was then confined to poor John’s bedside) to conduct the family -to their separate homes. The two Girls are together, as I -have said; two Boys at another Home; and the third Boy by -himself at the house of an elderly man who had a particular -friendship for their father. The kind reception that the -children met with was very affecting.”</p> - -</div> - -<p>See the letters from -Wordsworth to Richard Sharpe, Esq., Mark Lane, London, -in a subsequent volume, referring to the catastrophe.—<span class="smcap">Ed</span>.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Who weeps for strangers? Many wept</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For George and Sarah Green;</div> -<div class="verse">Wept for that pair’s unhappy fate,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whose grave may here be seen.<a name="FNanchor_377" id="FNanchor_377"></a><a href="#Footnote_377" class="fnanchor">[377]</a></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">By night, upon these stormy fells,<a name="FNanchor_378" id="FNanchor_378"></a><a href="#Footnote_378" class="fnanchor">[378]</a> <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Did wife and husband roam;</div> -<div class="verse">Six little ones at home had left,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And could not find that home.<a name="FNanchor_379" id="FNanchor_379"></a><a href="#Footnote_379" class="fnanchor">[379]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For <i>any</i> dwelling-place of man</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As vainly did they seek. <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">He perish’d; and a voice was heard—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The widow’s lonely shriek.<a name="FNanchor_380" id="FNanchor_380"></a><a href="#Footnote_380" class="fnanchor">[380]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Not many steps, and she was left<a name="FNanchor_381" id="FNanchor_381"></a><a href="#Footnote_381" class="fnanchor">[381]</a></div> -<div class="verse indent1">A body without life—</div> -<div class="verse">A few short steps were the chain that bound<a name="FNanchor_382" id="FNanchor_382"></a><a href="#Footnote_382" class="fnanchor">[382]</a> <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">The husband to the wife.<a name="FNanchor_383" id="FNanchor_383"></a><a href="#Footnote_383" class="fnanchor">[383]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now do those<a name="FNanchor_384" id="FNanchor_384"></a><a href="#Footnote_384" class="fnanchor">[384]</a> sternly-featured hills</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Look gently on this grave;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</a></span> -<div class="verse">And quiet now are the depths<a name="FNanchor_385" id="FNanchor_385"></a><a href="#Footnote_385" class="fnanchor">[385]</a> of air,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As a sea without a wave. <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But deeper lies the heart of peace</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In quiet more profound;<a name="FNanchor_386" id="FNanchor_386"></a><a href="#Footnote_386" class="fnanchor">[386]</a></div> -<div class="verse">The heart of quietness is here</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Within this churchyard bound.<a name="FNanchor_387" id="FNanchor_387"></a><a href="#Footnote_387" class="fnanchor">[387]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And from all agony of mind <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">It keeps them safe, and far</div> -<div class="verse">From fear and grief, and from all need</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of sun or guiding star.<a name="FNanchor_388" id="FNanchor_388"></a><a href="#Footnote_388" class="fnanchor">[388]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O darkness of the grave! how deep,<a name="FNanchor_389" id="FNanchor_389"></a><a href="#Footnote_389" class="fnanchor">[389]</a></div> -<div class="verse indent1">After that living night— <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">That last and dreary living one</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of sorrow and affright!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O sacred marriage-bed of death,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That keeps<a name="FNanchor_390" id="FNanchor_390"></a><a href="#Footnote_390" class="fnanchor">[390]</a> them side by side</div> -<div class="verse">In bond of peace, in bond of love,<a name="FNanchor_391" id="FNanchor_391"></a><a href="#Footnote_391" class="fnanchor">[391]</a> <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">That may not be untied!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_377" id="Footnote_377"></a><a href="#FNanchor_377"><span class="label">[377]</span></a> 1839.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Wept for that Pair’s unhappy end,</div> -<div class="verse">Whose Grave may here be seen.</div> -<div class="verse attribution">MS. letter of Dorothy Wordsworth’s.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_378" id="Footnote_378"></a><a href="#FNanchor_378"><span class="label">[378]</span></a> 1839.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… these stormy Heights,</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_379" id="Footnote_379"></a><a href="#FNanchor_379"><span class="label">[379]</span></a> 1839.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Six little ones the Pair had left,</div> -<div class="verse">And could not find their home.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_380" id="Footnote_380"></a><a href="#FNanchor_380"><span class="label">[380]</span></a> 1839.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Down the dark precipice he fell,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And she was left alone,</div> -<div class="verse">Not long to think of her children dear,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Not long to pray, or groan.</div> -<div class="verse attribution">Added in <span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_381" id="Footnote_381"></a><a href="#FNanchor_381"><span class="label">[381]</span></a> 1839.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A few wild steps—she too was left,</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_382" id="Footnote_382"></a><a href="#FNanchor_382"><span class="label">[382]</span></a> 1839.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The chain of but a few wild steps.</div> -<div class="verse attribution">MS. in Dorothy Wordsworth’s handwriting—sent to Lady Beaumont.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_383" id="Footnote_383"></a><a href="#FNanchor_383"><span class="label">[383]</span></a> 1839.</p> - -<p>Four stanzas are here added in MS., only one of which need -be given—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our peace is of the immortal soul,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Our anguish is of clay;</div> -<div class="verse">Such bounty is in Heaven: so pass</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The bitterest pangs away.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_384" id="Footnote_384"></a><a href="#FNanchor_384"><span class="label">[384]</span></a> 1839.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now do the …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_385" id="Footnote_385"></a><a href="#FNanchor_385"><span class="label">[385]</span></a> 1839.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… is the depth …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_386" id="Footnote_386"></a><a href="#FNanchor_386"><span class="label">[386]</span></a> 1839.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In shelter more profound.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_387" id="Footnote_387"></a><a href="#FNanchor_387"><span class="label">[387]</span></a> 1839.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… ground.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_388" id="Footnote_388"></a><a href="#FNanchor_388"><span class="label">[388]</span></a> 1839.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">From fear, and from all need of hope</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From sun or guiding star.</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_389" id="Footnote_389"></a><a href="#FNanchor_389"><span class="label">[389]</span></a> 1839.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… how calm,</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_390" id="Footnote_390"></a><a href="#FNanchor_390"><span class="label">[390]</span></a> 1839.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That holds …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_391" id="Footnote_391"></a><a href="#FNanchor_391"><span class="label">[391]</span></a> 1839.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In bond of love, in bond of God,</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ch1818">1818</h2> - -<h3>“THE SCOTTISH BROOM ON BIRD-NEST BRAE”<a name="FNanchor_392" id="FNanchor_392"></a><a href="#Footnote_392" class="fnanchor">[392]</a></h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Scottish Broom on Bird-nest brae<a name="FNanchor_393" id="FNanchor_393"></a><a href="#Footnote_393" class="fnanchor">[393]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Twelve tedious years ago,</div> -<div class="verse">When many plants strange blossoms bore</div> -<div class="verse">That puzzled high and low,</div> -<div class="verse">A not unnatural longing felt, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">What longing would ye know?</div> -<div class="verse">Why, friend, to deck her supple twigs</div> -<div class="verse">With <i>yellow</i> in full blow.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To Lowther Castle she addressed</div> -<div class="verse">A prayer both bold and sly, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">(For all the Brooms on Bird-nest brae</div> -<div class="verse">Can talk and speechify)</div> -<div class="verse">That flattering breezes blowing thence</div> -<div class="verse">Their succour would supply,</div> -<div class="verse">Then she would instantly put forth <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">A flag of <i>yellow</i> dye.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But from the Castle turret blew</div> -<div class="verse">A chill forbidding blast,</div> -<div class="verse">Which the poor Broom no sooner felt</div> -<div class="verse">Than she shrank up so fast; <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">Her <i>wished-for</i> yellow she forswore,</div> -<div class="verse">And since that time has cast</div> -<div class="verse">Fond looks on colours three or four</div> -<div class="verse">And put forth <i>Blue</i> at last.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</a></span> -<div class="verse">And now, my lads, the Election comes <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">In June’s sunshining hours,</div> -<div class="verse">When every field and bank and brae</div> -<div class="verse">Is clad with yellow flowers.</div> -<div class="verse">While faction Blue from shops and booths</div> -<div class="verse">Tricks out her blustering powers, <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">Lo! smiling Nature’s lavish hand</div> -<div class="verse">Has furnished wreaths for ours.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_392" id="Footnote_392"></a><a href="#FNanchor_392"><span class="label">[392]</span></a> “Written, in my opinion, at the General Election of 1818.”—(The Rev. -Thomas Hutchinson of Kimbolton.)</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_393" id="Footnote_393"></a><a href="#FNanchor_393"><span class="label">[393]</span></a> “Bird-nest” was the old name of Brougham Hall.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>PLACARD FOR A POLL BEARING AN OLD -SHIRT</h3> - -<p>Wordsworth was deeply interested in the successive parliamentary -elections for Westmoreland (see his “Addresses to -the Freeholders of Westmorland, 1818,” in the Prose Works.) -He particularly disliked Lord Brougham’s candidature. The -following squib is in MS. at Lowther Castle. He wrote on the -MS.—“For a version of part of B.’s famous London Tower -Speech see opposite page.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If money’s slack,</div> -<div class="verse">The shirt on my back</div> -<div class="verse">Shall off, and go to the hammer:</div> -<div class="verse">Though I sell shirt and skin</div> -<div class="verse">By Jove I’ll be in,</div> -<div class="verse">And raise up a radical clamor!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>“CRITICS, RIGHT HONOURABLE BARD, -DECREE”</h3> - -<p>I have found this in a catalogue of Autograph Letters, and -have no knowledge of its date, or of the Bard referred to. -Solomon Gesner wrote a poem on <i>The Death of Abel</i>, which was -translated into English. See footnote to <i>The Prelude</i>, book -vii. l. 564.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Critics, right honourable Bard, decree</div> -<div class="verse">Laurels to some, a night-shade wreath to thee,</div> -<div class="verse">Whose muse a sure though late revenge hath ta’en</div> -<div class="verse">Of harmless Abel’s death, by murdering Cain.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>On Cain, a Mystery, dedicated to Sir Walter Scott:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“A German Haggis from receipt</div> -<div class="verse">Of him who cooked the death of Abel,</div> -<div class="verse">And sent ‘warm-reeking, rich and sweet,’</div> -<div class="verse">From Venice to Sir Walter’s table.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h2 id="ch1819">1819</h2> - -<h3>“THROUGH CUMBRIAN WILDS, IN MANY A -MOUNTAIN COVE”</h3> - -<p>In 1819 Wordsworth wrote the sonnet beginning, “Grief, -thou hast lost an ever ready friend.” In the note to that -sonnet (vol. vi. p. 196) I have given a different version of its last -six lines, from a MS. sonnet. But as these six lines also form -the conclusion of another unpublished sonnet, it may be given -in full by itself, in this Appendix.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Through Cumbrian wilds, in many a mountain cove,</div> -<div class="verse">The pastoral Muse laments the Wheel—no more</div> -<div class="verse">Engaged, near blazing hearth on clean-swept floor,</div> -<div class="verse">In tasks which guardian Angels might approve,</div> -<div class="verse">Friendly the weight of leisure to remove, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">And to beguile the lassitude of ease;</div> -<div class="verse">Gracious to all the dear dependencies</div> -<div class="verse">Of house and field,—to plenty, peace, and love.</div> -<div class="verse">There too did <i>Fancy</i> prize the murmuring wheel;</div> -<div class="verse">For sympathies, inexplicably fine, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Instilled a confidence—how sweet to feel!</div> -<div class="verse">That ever in the night-calm, when the Sheep</div> -<div class="verse">Upon their grassy beds lay couch’d in sleep,</div> -<div class="verse">The quickening spindle drew a trustier line.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</a></span></p> - -<h3>“MY SON! BEHOLD THE TIDE ALREADY -SPENT”</h3> - -<p>The following sonnet occurs after the above in the same MS. -whence both are extracted.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My Son! behold the tide already spent</div> -<div class="verse">That rose, and steadily advanced to fill</div> -<div class="verse">The shores and channels, working Nature’s will</div> -<div class="verse">Among the mazy streams that backward went,</div> -<div class="verse">And in the sluggish Ports where ships were pent. <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">And now, its task performed, the flood stands still</div> -<div class="verse">At the green base of many an inland hill,</div> -<div class="verse">In placid beauty and entire content.</div> -<div class="verse">Such the repose that Sage and Hero find,</div> -<div class="verse">Such measured rest the diligent and good <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of humbler name, whose souls do like the flood</div> -<div class="verse">Of ocean press right on, or gently wind,</div> -<div class="verse">Neither to be diverted nor withstood</div> -<div class="verse">Until they reach the bounds by Heaven assigned.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h2 id="ch1820">1820</h2> - -<h3>AUTHOR’S VOYAGE DOWN THE RHINE<br /> -(THIRTY YEARS AGO)</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The confidence of Youth our only Art,</div> -<div class="verse">And Hope gay Pilot of the bold design,</div> -<div class="verse">We saw the living Landscapes of the Rhine,</div> -<div class="verse">Reach after reach, salute us and depart;</div> -<div class="verse">Slow sink the Spires,—and up again they start! <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">But who shall count the Towers as they recline</div> -<div class="verse">O’er the dark steeps, or in the horizon line</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[274]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Striding, with shattered crests, the eye athwart?</div> -<div class="verse">More touching still, more perfect was the pleasure,</div> -<div class="verse">When hurrying forward till the slack’ning stream <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Spread like a spacious Mere, we there could measure</div> -<div class="verse">A smooth free course along the watery gleam,</div> -<div class="verse">Think calmly on the past, and mark at leisure</div> -<div class="verse">Features which else had vanished like a dream.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>This sonnet was published in the first edition of the -Memorials of this Tour (1822), but was struck out of the next -edition, and never republished. Its rejection by Wordsworth -is curious.</p> - -<p>It refers to the pedestrian tour which the Poet took, with his -friend Jones, in 1790, which he afterwards recorded in full in -his <i>Descriptive Sketches</i>.</p> - -<p>Dorothy Wordsworth, in her Journal of the Tour in 1820, -refers to it thus:—“Our journey through the narrower and -most romantic passages of the Vale of the Rhine was connected -with times long past, when my brother and his Friend (it was -thirty years ago) floated down the stream in their little Bark. -Often did my fancy place them with a freight of happiness in -the centre of some bending reach, overlooked by tower or castle, -or (when expectation would be most eager) at the turning of a -promontory, which had concealed from their view some delicious -winding which we had left behind; but no more of my own -feelings, a record of his will be more interesting.”</p> - -<p>She then quotes the sonnet, beginning</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The confidence of Youth our only Art.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>There are also numerous allusions in Mrs. Wordsworth’s -Journal to this early tour; <i>e.g.</i> under date August 13. “We -left Meyringen; soon reached a sort of Hotel, which Wm. -pointed out to us with great interest, as being the only spot -where he and his friend Jones were ill used, during the course -of their adventurous journey—a wild looking building, a little -removed from the road, where the vale of Hasli ends.” Again, -in describing the sunset from the woody hill Colline de Gibet, -overlooking the two lakes of Brienz and Thun, at Interlaken, -“with the loveliest of green vallies between us and Jungfrau,”<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</a></span> -“Surely William must have had this Paradise in his thoughts -when he began his <i>Descriptive Sketches</i>—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Were there, below, a spot of holy ground,</div> -<div class="verse">By Pain and her sad family unfound, etc.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>But no habitation was there among these rocky knolls, and tiny -pastures. One fragment, something like a ruined convent, -lurked under a steep, woody-fringed crag. What a Refuge for -a pious Sisterhood!” Compare also the note to <i>Stanzas composed -in the Simplon Pass</i>, vol. vi. p. 359.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h2 id="ch1822">1822</h2> - -<h3>“THESE VALES WERE SADDENED WITH NO COMMON GLOOM”</h3> - -<p>In the <i>Memoirs of William Wordsworth</i> by his nephew (the -late Bishop of Lincoln) vol. i. chap. xxx. the following occurs as -an addendum transferred to the footnotes:—</p> - -<p>“The first six lines of an epitaph in Grasmere Church were -also his composition. The elegant marble tablet on which they -were engraved was designed by Sir Francis Chantry, and -prepared by Allan Cunningham, 1822. It is over the chancel -door.”</p> - -<p>The following is the Inscription:—</p> - -<p class="center">In the Burial Ground<br /> -of this Church are deposited the remains of<br /> -<span class="smcap">Jemima Anne Deborah</span>,<br /> -second daughter of<br /> -Sir Egerton Brydges, of Denton Court, Kent, Bart.<br /> -She departed this life at the Ivy Cottage, Rydal,<br /> -May 25th 1822, aged 28 years.<br /> -This memorial is erected by her husband<br /> -<span class="smcap">Edward Quillinan</span>.</p> - -<p>The entire sonnet, of which Wordsworth wrote the “first six -lines,” is as follows:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">These vales were saddened with no common gloom</div> -<div class="verse">When good Jemima perished in her bloom;</div> -<div class="verse">When, such the awful will of heaven, she died</div> -<div class="verse">By flames breathed on her from her own fireside.</div> -<div class="verse">On earth we dimly see, and but in part <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">We know, yet faith sustains the sorrowing heart;</div> -<div class="verse">And she, the pure, the patient and the meek,</div> -<div class="verse">Might have fit epitaph could feelings speak;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</a></span> -<div class="verse">If words could tell and monuments record,</div> -<div class="verse">How Treasures lost are inwardly deplored, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">No name by grief’s fond eloquence adorned</div> -<div class="verse">More than Jemima’s would be praised and mourned.</div> -<div class="verse">The tender virtues of her blameless life,</div> -<div class="verse">Bright in the daughter, brighter in the wife,</div> -<div class="verse">And in the cheerful mother brightest shone,— <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">That light hath past away—the will of God<a name="FNanchor_394" id="FNanchor_394"></a><a href="#Footnote_394" class="fnanchor">[394]</a> be done.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_394" id="Footnote_394"></a><a href="#FNanchor_394"><span class="label">[394]</span></a></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… of Heaven …</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<h3>TRANSLATION OF PART OF THE FIRST -BOOK OF THE ÆNEID</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1823 (?).—Published 1836</p> - -<p>This translation was included in the <i>Philological Museum</i>, -edited by Julius Charles Hare, and published at Cambridge in -1832 (vol. i. p. 382, etc.). Three Books were translated by -Wordsworth, but the greater portion is still in MS., unpublished. -What is now reproduced appeared in the <i>Museum</i>. As it was -never included by Wordsworth himself in any edition of his Works, -his own estimate of its literary value was slight. It was published -by Professor Henry Reed in his American reprint of 1851. -Writing to Lord Lonsdale on 9th Nov. 1823, Wordsworth says, -“I have just finished a Translation into English rhyme of the -First <i>Æneid</i>. Would you allow me to send it to you? I -would be much gratified if you would take the trouble of -comparing some passages with the original. I have endeavoured -to be much more literal than Dryden, or Pitt—who keeps more -close to the original than his predecessor.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="blockquote"> - -<p class="center">TO THE EDITORS OF THE “PHILOLOGICAL -MUSEUM”</p> - -<p>Your letter, reminding me of an expectation I some time since -held out to you of allowing some specimens of my translation<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</a></span> -from the <i>Æneid</i> to be printed in the <i>Philological Museum</i> was -not very acceptable; for I had abandoned the thought of ever -sending into the world any part of that experiment,—for it was -nothing more,—an experiment begun for amusement, and I -now think a less fortunate one than when I first named it to -you. Having been displeased in modern translations with the -additions of incongruous matter, I began to translate with a -resolve to keep clear of that fault, by adding nothing; but I -became convinced that a spirited translation can scarcely be -accomplished in the English language without admitting a -principle of compensation. On this point, however, I do not -wish to insist, and merely send the following passage, taken at -random, from a wish to comply with your request.—W.W.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">But Cytherea, studious to invent</div> -<div class="verse">Arts yet untried, upon new counsels bent,</div> -<div class="verse">Resolves that Cupid, chang’d in form and face</div> -<div class="verse">To young Ascanius, should assume his place;</div> -<div class="verse">Present the maddening gifts, and kindle heat <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of passion at the bosom’s inmost seat.</div> -<div class="verse">She dreads the treacherous house, the double tongue;</div> -<div class="verse">She burns, she frets—by Juno’s rancour stung;</div> -<div class="verse">The calm of night is powerless to remove</div> -<div class="verse">These cares, and thus she speaks to wingèd Love: <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">“O son, my strength, my power! who dost despise</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[278]</a></span> -<div class="verse">(What, save thyself, none dares through earth and skies)</div> -<div class="verse">The giant-quelling bolts of Jove, I flee,</div> -<div class="verse">O son, a suppliant to thy deity!</div> -<div class="verse">What perils meet Æneas in his course, <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">How Juno’s hate with unrelenting force</div> -<div class="verse">Pursues thy brother—this to thee is known;</div> -<div class="verse">And oft-times hast thou made my griefs thine own.</div> -<div class="verse">Him now the generous Dido by soft chains</div> -<div class="verse">Of bland entreaty at her court detains; <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">Junonian hospitalities prepare</div> -<div class="verse">Such apt occasion that I dread a snare.</div> -<div class="verse">Hence, ere some hostile God can intervene,</div> -<div class="verse">Would I, by previous wiles, inflame the queen</div> -<div class="verse">With passion for Æneas, such strong love <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">That at my beck, mine only, she shall move.</div> -<div class="verse">Hear, and assist;—the father’s mandate calls</div> -<div class="verse">His young Ascanius to the Tyrian walls;</div> -<div class="verse">He comes, my dear delight,—and costliest things</div> -<div class="verse">Preserv’d from fire and flood for presents brings. <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">Him will I take, and in close covert keep,</div> -<div class="verse">’Mid groves Idalian, lull’d to gentle sleep,</div> -<div class="verse">Or on Cythera’s far-sequestered steep,</div> -<div class="verse">That he may neither know what hope is mine,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor by his presence traverse the design. <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">Do thou, but for a single night’s brief space,</div> -<div class="verse">Dissemble; be that boy in form and face!</div> -<div class="verse">And when enraptured Dido shall receive</div> -<div class="verse">Thee to her arms, and kisses interweave</div> -<div class="verse">With many a fond embrace, while joy runs high, <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -<div class="verse">And goblets crown the proud festivity,</div> -<div class="verse">Instil thy subtle poison, and inspire,</div> -<div class="verse">At every touch, an unsuspected fire.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Love, at the word, before his mother’s sight</div> -<div class="verse">Puts off his wings, and walks, with proud delight, <span class="linenum">45</span></div> -<div class="verse">Like young Iulus; but the gentlest dews</div> -<div class="verse">Of slumber Venus sheds, to circumfuse</div> -<div class="verse">The true Ascanius steep’d in placid rest;</div> -<div class="verse">Then wafts him, cherish’d on her careful breast,</div> -<div class="verse">Through upper air to an Idalian glade, <span class="linenum">50</span></div> -<div class="verse">Where he on soft <i>amaracas</i> is laid,</div> -<div class="verse">With breathing flowers embraced, and fragrant shade.</div> -<div class="verse">But Cupid, following cheerily his guide</div> -<div class="verse">Achates, with the gifts to Carthage hied;</div> -<div class="verse">And, as the hall he entered, there, between <span class="linenum">55</span></div> -<div class="verse">The sharers of her golden couch, was seen</div> -<div class="verse">Reclin’d in festal pomp the Tyrian queen.</div> -<div class="verse">The Trojans, too (Æneas at their head),</div> -<div class="verse">On couches lie, with purple overspread:</div> -<div class="verse">Meantime in canisters is heap’d the bread, <span class="linenum">60</span></div> -<div class="verse">Pellucid water for the hands is borne,</div> -<div class="verse">And napkins of smooth texture, finely shorn.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[279]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Within are fifty handmaids, who prepare,</div> -<div class="verse">As they in order stand, the dainty fare;</div> -<div class="verse">And fume the household deities with store <span class="linenum">65</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of odorous incense; while a hundred more</div> -<div class="verse">Match’d with an equal number of like age,</div> -<div class="verse">But each of manly sex, a docile page,</div> -<div class="verse">Marshal the banquet, giving with due grace</div> -<div class="verse">To cup or viand its appointed place. <span class="linenum">70</span></div> -<div class="verse">The Tyrians rushing in, an eager band,</div> -<div class="verse">Their painted couches seek, obedient to command.</div> -<div class="verse">They look with wonder on the gifts—they gaze</div> -<div class="verse">Upon Iulus, dazzled with the rays</div> -<div class="verse">That from his ardent countenance are flung, <span class="linenum">75</span></div> -<div class="verse">And charm’d to hear his simulating tongue;</div> -<div class="verse">Nor pass unprais’d the robe and veil divine,</div> -<div class="verse">Round which the yellow flowers and wandering foliage twine.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">But chiefly Dido, to the coming ill</div> -<div class="verse">Devoted, strives in vain her vast desires to fill; <span class="linenum">80</span></div> -<div class="verse">She views the gifts; upon the child then turns</div> -<div class="verse">Insatiable looks, and gazing burns.</div> -<div class="verse">To ease a father’s cheated love he hung</div> -<div class="verse">Upon Æneas, and around him clung;</div> -<div class="verse">Then seeks the queen; with her his arts he tries; <span class="linenum">85</span></div> -<div class="verse">She fastens on the boy enamour’d eyes,</div> -<div class="verse">Clasps in her arms, nor weens (O lot unblest!)</div> -<div class="verse">How great a God, incumbent o’er her breast,</div> -<div class="verse">Would fill it with his spirit. He, to please</div> -<div class="verse">His Acidalian mother, by degrees <span class="linenum">90</span></div> -<div class="verse">Blots out Sichaeus, studious to remove</div> -<div class="verse">The dead, by influx of a living love,</div> -<div class="verse">By stealthy entrance of a perilous guest.</div> -<div class="verse">Troubling a heart that had been long at rest.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Now when the viands were withdrawn, and ceas’d <span class="linenum">95</span></div> -<div class="verse">The first division of the splendid feast,</div> -<div class="verse">While round a vacant board the chiefs recline,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[280]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Huge goblets are brought forth; they crown the wine;</div> -<div class="verse">Voices of gladness roll the walls around;</div> -<div class="verse">Those gladsome voices from the courts rebound; <span class="linenum">100</span></div> -<div class="verse">From gilded rafters many a blazing light</div> -<div class="verse">Depends, and torches overcome the night.</div> -<div class="verse">The minutes fly—till, at the queen’s command,</div> -<div class="verse">A bowl of state is offered to her hand:</div> -<div class="verse">Then she, as Belus wont, and all the line <span class="linenum">105</span></div> -<div class="verse">From Belus, filled it to the brim with wine;</div> -<div class="verse">Silence ensued. “O Jupiter, whose care</div> -<div class="verse">Is hospitable dealing, grant my prayer!</div> -<div class="verse">Productive day be this of lasting joy</div> -<div class="verse">To Tyrians, and these exiles driven from Troy; <span class="linenum">110</span></div> -<div class="verse">A day to future generations dear!</div> -<div class="verse">Let Bacchus, donor of soul-quick’ning cheer,</div> -<div class="verse">Be present; kindly Juno, be thou near!</div> -<div class="verse">And, Tyrians, may your choicest favours wait</div> -<div class="verse">Upon this hour, the bond to celebrate!” <span class="linenum">115</span></div> -<div class="verse">She spake and shed an offering on the board;</div> -<div class="verse">Then sipp’d the bowl whence she the wine had pour’d</div> -<div class="verse">And gave to Bitias, urging the prompt lord;</div> -<div class="verse">He rais’d the bowl, and took a long deep draught;</div> -<div class="verse">Then every chief in turn the beverage quaff’d. <span class="linenum">120</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Graced with redundant hair, Iopas sings</div> -<div class="verse">The lore of Atlas, to resounding strings,</div> -<div class="verse">The labours of the Sun, the lunar wanderings;</div> -<div class="verse">Whence human kind, and brute; what natural powers</div> -<div class="verse">Engender lightning, whence are falling showers. <span class="linenum">125</span></div> -<div class="verse">He haunts Arcturus,—that fraternal twain</div> -<div class="verse">The glittering Bears,—the Pleiads fraught with rain;</div> -<div class="verse">—Why suns in winter, shunning heaven’s steep heights</div> -<div class="verse">Post seaward,—what impedes the tardy nights.</div> -<div class="verse">The learned song from Tyrian hearers draws <span class="linenum">130</span></div> -<div class="verse">Loud shouts,—the Trojans echo the applause.</div> -<div class="verse">—But, lengthening out the night with converse new,</div> -<div class="verse">Large draughts of love unhappy Dido drew;</div> -<div class="verse">Of Priam ask’d, of Hector—o’er and o’er—</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[281]</a></span> -<div class="verse">What arms the son of bright Aurora wore;— <span class="linenum">135</span></div> -<div class="verse">What steeds the car of Diomed could boast;</div> -<div class="verse">Among the leaders of the Grecian host</div> -<div class="verse">How look’d Achilles, their dread paramount—</div> -<div class="verse">“But nay—the fatal wiles, O guest, recount,</div> -<div class="verse">Retrace the Grecian cunning from its source, <span class="linenum">140</span></div> -<div class="verse">Your own grief and your friends’—your wandering course;</div> -<div class="verse">For now, till this seventh summer have ye rang’d</div> -<div class="verse">The sea, or trod the earth, to peace estrang’d.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h2 id="ch1823">1823</h2> - -<h3>“ARMS AND THE MAN I SING, THE FIRST WHO BORE”</h3> - -<p>The following version of the first few lines of the <i>Æneid</i> -were copied by Professor Reed of Philadelphia, with Mrs. -Wordsworth’s permission, during a visit to Rydal Mount in -1854, four years after the poet’s death. Mrs. Reed kindly sent -them to me.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Arms and the Man I sing, the first who bore</div> -<div class="verse">His course to Latium from the Trojan shore,</div> -<div class="verse">A fugitive of fate. Long time was he</div> -<div class="verse">By powers celestial tossed on land and sea</div> -<div class="verse">Thro’ wrathful Juno’s far-famed enmity;</div> -<div class="verse">Much too from war endured till new abodes</div> -<div class="verse">He planted, and in Latium fixed his Gods,</div> -<div class="verse">Whence flows the Latin people, whence have come</div> -<div class="verse">The Alban Sites and walls of lofty Rome.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[282]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ch1826">1826</h2> - -<h3>LINES ADDRESSED TO JOANNA H. FROM -GWERNDWFFNANT IN JUNE 1826</h3> - -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By Dorothy Wordsworth</span><a name="FNanchor_395" id="FNanchor_395"></a><a href="#Footnote_395" class="fnanchor">[395]</a></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A twofold harmony is here;</div> -<div class="verse">I listen with the bodily ear,</div> -<div class="verse">But dull and cheerless is the sound</div> -<div class="verse">Contrasted with the heart’s rebound.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now at the close of fervid June, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Upon this breathless hazy noon,</div> -<div class="verse">I seek the deepest darkest shade</div> -<div class="verse">Within the covert of that glade,</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Which you and I first named our own</div> -<div class="verse">When primroses were fully blown, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Oaks just were budding, and the grove</div> -<div class="verse">Rang with the gladdest songs of love.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then did the Leader of the Band,</div> -<div class="verse">A gallant thrush, maintain his stand</div> -<div class="verse">Unshrouded from the eye of day <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">Upon yon Beech’s topmost spray.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Within the selfsame lofty tree</div> -<div class="verse">A thrush sings now—perchance ’tis he—</div> -<div class="verse">The lusty joyous gallant bird,</div> -<div class="verse">Which on that April morn we heard. <span class="linenum">20</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[283]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But oh! how different that voice</div> -<div class="verse">Which bade the very hills rejoice.</div> -<div class="verse">Through languid air, through leafy boughs</div> -<div class="verse">It falls, and can no echo rouse.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But on the workings of my heart <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Doth memory act a busy part;</div> -<div class="verse">That jocund April morn lives there,</div> -<div class="verse">Its cheering sounds, its hues so fair.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Why mixes with remembrance blithe</div> -<div class="verse">What nothing but the restless scythe <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of Death can utterly destroy,</div> -<div class="verse">A heaviness, a dull alloy?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ah Friend! thy heart can answer why.</div> -<div class="verse">Even then I heaved a bitter sigh,</div> -<div class="verse">No word of sorrow did’st thou speak, <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">But tears stole down thy tremulous cheek.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The wished for hour at length was come,</div> -<div class="verse">And thou had’st housed me in thy home,</div> -<div class="verse">On fair Gwerndwffnant’s billowy hill,</div> -<div class="verse">Had’st led me to its crystal rill, <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And led me through the dingle deep</div> -<div class="verse">Up to the highest grassy steep,</div> -<div class="verse">The sheep walk where the snow-white lambs</div> -<div class="verse">Sported beside their quiet dams.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But thou wert destined to remove <span class="linenum">45</span></div> -<div class="verse">From all these objects of thy love,</div> -<div class="verse">In this thy later day to roam</div> -<div class="verse">Far off, and seek another home.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Now</i> thou art gone—belike ’tis best—</div> -<div class="verse">And I remain a passing guest, <span class="linenum">50</span></div> -<div class="verse">Yet for thy sake, beloved Friend,</div> -<div class="verse">When from this spot my way shall tend,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[284]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And if my timid soul might dare</div> -<div class="verse">To shape the future in its prayer,</div> -<div class="verse">Then fervently would I entreat <span class="linenum">55</span></div> -<div class="verse">Our gracious God to guide thy feet</div> -<div class="verse">Back to the peaceful sunny cot,</div> -<div class="verse">Where thou so oft hast blessed thy lot.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_395" id="Footnote_395"></a><a href="#FNanchor_395"><span class="label">[395]</span></a> I owe my knowledge of this and the following poem to the nephew of -Mrs. Wordsworth, the Reverend Thomas Hutchinson of Kimbolton, Herefordshire, -who wrote: “The two following poems were found among his -papers on the demise of Mr. Monkhouse—a first cousin of Wordsworth; -the first in the hand-writing of Wordsworth’s wife, and the second of her -daughter.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>HOLIDAY AT GWERNDWFFNANT, MAY 1826<br /> -IRREGULAR STANZAS</h3> - -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By Dorothy Wordsworth</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">You’re here for one long vernal day;</div> -<div class="verse">We’ll give it all to social play,</div> -<div class="verse">Though forty years have rolled away</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Since we were young as you.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then welcome to our spacious Hall! <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Tom, Bessy, Mary, welcome all!</div> -<div class="verse">Though removed from busy men,</div> -<div class="verse">Yea lonesome as the foxes’ den,</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis a place for joyance fit,</div> -<div class="verse">For frolic games and inborn wit. <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Twas nature built this hall of ours;</div> -<div class="verse">She shap’d the bank; she framed the bowers</div> -<div class="verse indent2">That close it all around;</div> -<div class="verse">From her we hold our precious right,</div> -<div class="verse">And here, thro’ live-long day and night, <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse indent2">She rules with modest sway.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our carpet is our verdant sod;</div> -<div class="verse">A richer one was never trod</div> -<div class="verse indent2">In prince’s proud saloon.</div> -<div class="verse">Purple, and gold, and spotless white, <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">And quivering shade, and sunny light,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Blend with the emerald green.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[285]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She opened for the mountain brook</div> -<div class="verse indent2">A gentle winding pebbly way</div> -<div class="verse">Into this placid secret nook. <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Its bell-like tinkling—list, you hear—</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis never loud, yet always clear</div> -<div class="verse indent2">As linnet’s song in May.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And we have other music here:</div> -<div class="verse">A thousand songsters through the year <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">Dwell in these happy groves,</div> -<div class="verse">And in this season of their loves</div> -<div class="verse">They join their voices with the doves</div> -<div class="verse indent2">To raise a perfect harmony.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thus spake I while with sober pace <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">We slipped into that chosen place</div> -<div class="verse">And from the centre of our Hall</div> -<div class="verse indent2">The young ones played around,</div> -<div class="verse">Then, like a flock of vigorous lambs,</div> -<div class="verse">That quit their grave and slow-paced dams <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -<div class="verse indent2">To frolic o’er the mead,</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That innocent fraternal troop</div> -<div class="verse">Erewhile a steady listening group</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Off starting—Girl and Boy</div> -<div class="verse">In gamesome race with agile bound <span class="linenum">45</span></div> -<div class="verse">Beat o’er and o’er the grassy ground</div> -<div class="verse indent2">As if in motion—perfect joy.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So vanishes my idle scheme</div> -<div class="verse">That we through this long vernal day,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Associates in their youthful play, <span class="linenum">50</span></div> -<div class="verse">With them might travel in one stream.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Ah! how should we whose heads are grey?</div> -<div class="verse">Light was my heart, my spirits gay,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And fondly did I dream.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But now, recalled to consciousness, <span class="linenum">55</span></div> -<div class="verse">With weight of years, of changed estate,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[286]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Thought is not needed to repress</div> -<div class="verse">Those shapeless fancies of delight</div> -<div class="verse">That flash before my dazzled sight</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Upon this joy-devoted morn. <span class="linenum">60</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Gladly we seek the stillest nook</div> -<div class="verse">Whence we may read, as in a book,</div> -<div class="verse">A history of years gone by,</div> -<div class="verse">Recalled to faded memory’s eye</div> -<div class="verse">By bright reflection from the mirth <span class="linenum">65</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of youthful hearts—a transient second-birth</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Of our own childish days.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Pleasure unbidden is their guide</div> -<div class="verse">Their leader—faithful to their side</div> -<div class="verse">Prompting each wayward feat of strength: <span class="linenum">70</span></div> -<div class="verse">The ambitious leap, the emulous race,</div> -<div class="verse">The startling shout, the mimic chase,</div> -<div class="verse">The simple half-disguisèd wile</div> -<div class="verse">Detected through the flattering smile.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A truce to this unbridled course <span class="linenum">75</span></div> -<div class="verse">Doth intervene—no need of force.</div> -<div class="verse">We spread upon the flowery grass</div> -<div class="verse">The noontide meal—each lad and lass</div> -<div class="verse">Obeys the call—we form a Round,</div> -<div class="verse">And all are seated on the ground. <span class="linenum">80</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The sun’s meridian hour is passed,</div> -<div class="verse">Again begins the emulous race,</div> -<div class="verse">Again succeeds the sportive chase.</div> -<div class="verse">And thus was spent that vernal day,</div> -<div class="verse">Till twilight checked the noisy play; <span class="linenum">85</span></div> -<div class="verse">Then did they feel a languor spread</div> -<div class="verse">Over their limbs, the beating tread</div> -<div class="verse">Was stilled—the busy throbbing heart—</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And silently we all depart.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[287]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The shelter of our rustic cot <span class="linenum">90</span></div> -<div class="verse">Receives us, and we envy not</div> -<div class="verse">The palace, or the stately dome;</div> -<div class="verse">But wish that <i>all</i> had such a home.</div> -<div class="verse">Each child repeats his nightly prayer</div> -<div class="verse">That God may bless their parents’ care <span class="linenum">95</span></div> -<div class="verse">To guide them in the way of truth</div> -<div class="verse">Through helpless childhood, giddy youth.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The closing hymn of cheerful praise</div> -<div class="verse">Doth yet again their spirits raise;</div> -<div class="verse">But ’tis not now a thoughtless joy. <span class="linenum">100</span></div> -<div class="verse">For tender parents, loving friends,</div> -<div class="verse">And all the gifts God’s blessing sends,</div> -<div class="verse">Feelingly do they bless his name.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That homage paid, the young retire</div> -<div class="verse">With no unsatisfied desire; <span class="linenum">105</span></div> -<div class="verse">Theirs is one long, one steady sleep,</div> -<div class="verse">Till the sun, tip-toe on the steep</div> -<div class="verse">In front of our beloved cot,</div> -<div class="verse">Casts on the walls her brightest beams.</div> -<div class="verse">Within, a startling lustre streams. <span class="linenum">110</span></div> -<div class="verse">They all awaken suddenly;</div> -<div class="verse">As at the touch of magic skill,</div> -<div class="verse">Or, as the pilgrim, at the bell</div> -<div class="verse indent2">That summons him to matin-prayer.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And is it sorrow that they feel? <span class="linenum">115</span></div> -<div class="verse">Nay! call it not by such a name,</div> -<div class="verse">The stroke of sadness that doth steal</div> -<div class="verse">With rapid motion through their hearts,</div> -<div class="verse">When comes the thought that yesterday</div> -<div class="verse">With all its joys is passed away, <span class="linenum">120</span></div> -<div class="verse indent2">The long expected happy day.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">An instant—and all sadness goes;</div> -<div class="verse">Nor brighter looks the half-blown rose</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[288]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Than does the countenance of each child</div> -<div class="verse">Whether of ardent soul or mild. <span class="linenum">125</span></div> -<div class="verse">The hour was fixed—they are prepared—</div> -<div class="verse">And homeward now they must depart,</div> -<div class="verse">And after many a brisk adieu,</div> -<div class="verse">On pony trim, and fleet of limb,</div> -<div class="verse">Their bustling journey they pursue. <span class="linenum">130</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The fair-hair’d gentle quiet maid,</div> -<div class="verse">And she who is of daring mood,</div> -<div class="verse">The valiant and the timid Boy</div> -<div class="verse">Alike are ranged to hardihood;</div> -<div class="verse">And wheresoe’er the troop appear <span class="linenum">135</span></div> -<div class="verse">They scatter smiles, a hearty cheer</div> -<div class="verse">Comes from both old and young,</div> -<div class="verse">And blessings fall from many a tongue.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They reach the dear paternal roof,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor dread a cold or stern reproof, <span class="linenum">140</span></div> -<div class="verse">While they pour forth the history</div> -<div class="verse">Of three days’ mirth and revelry.</div> -<div class="verse">Ah! Children, happy is your lot,</div> -<div class="verse">Still bound together in one knot</div> -<div class="verse">Beneath your tender mother’s eye! <span class="linenum">145</span></div> -<div class="verse">Too soon these blessed days shall fly,</div> -<div class="verse">And brothers shall from sisters part;</div> -<div class="verse">And, trust me, whatsoe’er your doom,</div> -<div class="verse">Whate’er betide through years to come,</div> -<div class="verse">The punctual pleasures of your home <span class="linenum">150</span></div> -<div class="verse">Shall linger in your thoughts,</div> -<div class="verse">More clear than any future hope</div> -<div class="verse">Though fancy take her freest scope.</div> -<div class="verse">For oh! too soon your hearts shall own</div> -<div class="verse">The past is all that is your own. <span class="linenum">155</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And every day of <i>festival</i></div> -<div class="verse">Gratefully shall ye then recal,</div> -<div class="verse">Less for their own sakes than for this,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[289]</a></span> -<div class="verse">That each shall be a resting-place</div> -<div class="verse">For memory, and divide the race <span class="linenum">160</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of childhood’s smooth and happy years,</div> -<div class="verse">Thus lengthening out that term of life</div> -<div class="verse">Which governed by your parents’ care</div> -<div class="verse">Is free from sorrow and from strife.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>COMPOSED WHEN A PROBABILITY EXISTED -OF OUR BEING OBLIGED TO QUIT RYDAL -MOUNT AS A RESIDENCE</h3> - -<p>The following lines were written by Wordsworth in 1826. -He never published them. They were the result of a slight -disagreement between the Wordsworth family and the Le -Flemings, which led the former to fear that they might have to -“quit Rydal Mount as a residence.” It was an insignificant -difference, and the Wordsworths did not leave their home. -The only thing worthy of record, in connection with the matter, -is that the fear of being dispossessed led the poet to write what -follows.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The doubt to which a wavering hope had clung</div> -<div class="verse">Is fled; we must depart, willing or not;</div> -<div class="verse">Sky-piercing Hills! must bid farewell to you</div> -<div class="verse">And all that ye look down upon with pride,</div> -<div class="verse">With tenderness, embosom; to your paths, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">And pleasant dwellings, to familiar trees</div> -<div class="verse">And wild-flowers known as well as if our hands</div> -<div class="verse">Had tended them: and O pellucid Spring!</div> -<div class="verse">Unheard of, save in one small hamlet, here</div> -<div class="verse">Not undistinguished, for of wells that ooze <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Or founts that gurgle from yon craggy steep,</div> -<div class="verse">Their common sire, thou only bear’st his name.</div> -<div class="verse">Insensibly the foretaste of this parting</div> -<div class="verse">Hath ruled my steps, and seals me to thy side,</div> -<div class="verse">Mindful that thou (ah! wherefore by my Muse <span class="linenum">15</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[290]</a></span> -<div class="verse">So long unthanked) hast cheered a simple board</div> -<div class="verse">With beverage pure as ever fixed the choice</div> -<div class="verse">Of hermit, dubious where to scoop his cell;</div> -<div class="verse">Which Persian kings might envy; and thy meek</div> -<div class="verse">And gentle aspect oft has ministered <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">To finer uses. They for me must cease;</div> -<div class="verse">Days will pass on, the year, if years be given,</div> -<div class="verse">Fade,—and the moralising mind derive</div> -<div class="verse">No lessons from the presence of a Power</div> -<div class="verse">By the inconstant nature we inherit <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Unmatched in delicate beneficence;</div> -<div class="verse">For neither unremitting rains avail</div> -<div class="verse">To swell thee into voice; nor longest drought</div> -<div class="verse">Thy bounty stints, nor can thy beauty mar,</div> -<div class="verse">Beauty not therefore wanting change to stir <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">The fancy pleased by spectacles unlooked for.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor yet, perchance, translucent Spring, had tolled</div> -<div class="verse">The Norman curfew bell when human hands</div> -<div class="verse">First offered help that the deficient rock</div> -<div class="verse">Might overarch thee, from pernicious heat <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse">Defended, and appropriate to man’s need.</div> -<div class="verse">Such ties will not be severed: but, when we</div> -<div class="verse">Are gone, what summer loiterer will regard,</div> -<div class="verse">Inquisitive, thy countenance, will peruse,</div> -<div class="verse">Pleased to detect the dimpling stir of life, <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -<div class="verse">The breathing faculty with which thou yield’st</div> -<div class="verse">(Tho’ a mere goblet to the careless eye)</div> -<div class="verse">Boons inexhaustible? Who, hurrying on</div> -<div class="verse">With a step quickened by November’s cold,</div> -<div class="verse">Shall pause, the skill admiring that can work <span class="linenum">45</span></div> -<div class="verse">Upon thy chance-defilements—withered twigs</div> -<div class="verse">That, lodged within thy crystal depths, seem bright,</div> -<div class="verse">As if they from a silver tree had fallen—</div> -<div class="verse">And oaken leaves that, driven by whirling blasts,</div> -<div class="verse">Sunk down, and lay immersed in dead repose <span class="linenum">50</span></div> -<div class="verse">For Time’s invisible tooth to prey upon</div> -<div class="verse">Unsightly objects and uncoveted,</div> -<div class="verse">Till thou with crystal bead-drops didst encrust</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[291]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Their skeletons, turned to brilliant ornaments.</div> -<div class="verse">But, from thy bosom, should some venturous<a name="FNanchor_396" id="FNanchor_396"></a><a href="#Footnote_396" class="fnanchor">[396]</a> hand <span class="linenum">55</span></div> -<div class="verse">Abstract those gleaming relics, and uplift them,</div> -<div class="verse">However gently, toward the vulgar air,</div> -<div class="verse">At once their tender brightness disappears,</div> -<div class="verse">Leaving the intermeddler to upbraid</div> -<div class="verse">His folly. Thus (I feel it while I speak), <span class="linenum">60</span></div> -<div class="verse">Thus, with the fibres of these thoughts it fares;</div> -<div class="verse">And oh! how much, of all that love creates</div> -<div class="verse">Or beautifies, like changes undergo,</div> -<div class="verse">Suffers like loss when drawn out of the soul,</div> -<div class="verse">Its silent laboratory! Words should say <span class="linenum">65</span></div> -<div class="verse">(Could they depict the marvels of thy cell)</div> -<div class="verse">How often I have marked a plumy fern</div> -<div class="verse">From the live rock with grace inimitable</div> -<div class="verse">Bending its apex toward a paler self</div> -<div class="verse">Reflected all in perfect lineaments— <span class="linenum">70</span></div> -<div class="verse">Shadow and substance kissing point to point</div> -<div class="verse">In mutual stillness; or, if some faint breeze</div> -<div class="verse">Entering the cell gave restlessness to one,</div> -<div class="verse">The other, glassed in thy unruffled breast,</div> -<div class="verse">Partook of every motion, met, retired, <span class="linenum">75</span></div> -<div class="verse">And met again. Such playful sympathy,</div> -<div class="verse">Such delicate caress as in the shape</div> -<div class="verse">Of this green plant had aptly recompensed</div> -<div class="verse">For baffled lips and disappointed arms</div> -<div class="verse">And hopeless pangs, the spirit of that youth, <span class="linenum">80</span></div> -<div class="verse">The fair Narcissus by some pitying God</div> -<div class="verse">Changed to a crimson flower; when he, whose pride</div> -<div class="verse">Provoked a retribution too severe,</div> -<div class="verse">Had pined; upon his watery duplicate</div> -<div class="verse">Wasting that love the nymphs implored in vain. <span class="linenum">85</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thus while my Fancy wanders, thou, clear Spring,</div> -<div class="verse">Moved (shall I say?) like a dear friend who meets</div> -<div class="verse">A parting moment with her loveliest look,</div> -<div class="verse">And seemingly her happiest, look so fair</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[292]</a></span> -<div class="verse">It frustrates its own purpose, and recalls <span class="linenum">90</span></div> -<div class="verse">The grieved one whom it meant to send away—</div> -<div class="verse">Dost tempt me by disclosures exquisite</div> -<div class="verse">To linger, bending over thee: for now,</div> -<div class="verse">What witchcraft, mild enchantress, may with thee</div> -<div class="verse">Compare! thy earthly bed a moment past <span class="linenum">95</span></div> -<div class="verse">Palpable to sight as the dry ground,</div> -<div class="verse">Eludes perception, not by rippling air</div> -<div class="verse">Concealed, nor through effect of some impure</div> -<div class="verse">Upstirring; but, abstracted by a charm</div> -<div class="verse">Of my own cunning, earth mysteriously <span class="linenum">100</span></div> -<div class="verse">From under thee hath vanished, and slant beams</div> -<div class="verse">The silent inquest of a western sun,</div> -<div class="verse">Assisting, lucid well-spring! Thou revealest</div> -<div class="verse">Communion without check of herbs and flowers,</div> -<div class="verse">And the vault’s hoary sides to which they cling, <span class="linenum">105</span></div> -<div class="verse">Imaged in downward show; the flower, the Herbs,<a name="FNanchor_397" id="FNanchor_397"></a><a href="#Footnote_397" class="fnanchor">[397]</a></div> -<div class="verse"><i>These</i> not of earthly texture, and the vault</div> -<div class="verse">Not <i>there</i> diminutive, but through a scale</div> -<div class="verse">Of vision less and less distinct, descending</div> -<div class="verse">To gloom imperishable. So (if truths <span class="linenum">110</span></div> -<div class="verse">The highest condescend to be set forth</div> -<div class="verse">By processes minute), even so—when thought</div> -<div class="verse">Wins help from something greater than herself—</div> -<div class="verse">Is the firm basis of habitual sense</div> -<div class="verse">Supplanted, not for treacherous vacancy <span class="linenum">115</span></div> -<div class="verse">And blank dissociation from a world</div> -<div class="verse">We love, but that the residues of flesh,</div> -<div class="verse">Mirrored, yet not too strictly, may refine</div> -<div class="verse">To Spirit; for the idealising Soul</div> -<div class="verse">Time wears the features of Eternity; <span class="linenum">120</span></div> -<div class="verse">And Nature deepens into Nature’s God.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Millions of kneeling Hindoos at this day</div> -<div class="verse">Bow to the watery element, adored</div> -<div class="verse">In their vast stream, and if an age hath been</div> -<div class="verse">(As books and haply votive altars vouch) <span class="linenum">125</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[293]</a></span> -<div class="verse">When British floods were worshipped, some faint trace</div> -<div class="verse">Of that idolatry, through monkish rites</div> -<div class="verse">Transmitted far as living memory,</div> -<div class="verse">Might wait on thee, a silent monitor,</div> -<div class="verse">On thee, bright Spring, a bashful little one, <span class="linenum">130</span></div> -<div class="verse">Yet to the measure of thy promises</div> -<div class="verse">True, as the mightiest; upon thee, sequestered</div> -<div class="verse">For meditation, nor inopportune</div> -<div class="verse">For social interest such as I have shared.</div> -<div class="verse">Peace to the sober matron who shall dip <span class="linenum">135</span></div> -<div class="verse">Her pitcher here at early dawn, by me</div> -<div class="verse">No longer greeted—to the tottering sire,</div> -<div class="verse">For whom like service, now and then his choice,</div> -<div class="verse">Relieves the tedious holiday of age—</div> -<div class="verse">Thoughts raised above the Earth while here he sits <span class="linenum">140</span></div> -<div class="verse">Feeding on sunshine—to the blushing girl</div> -<div class="verse">Who here forgets her errand, nothing loth</div> -<div class="verse">To be waylaid by her betrothed, peace</div> -<div class="verse">And pleasure sobered down to happiness!</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But should these hills be ranged by one whose soul <span class="linenum">145</span></div> -<div class="verse">Scorning love-whispers shrinks from love itself</div> -<div class="verse">As Fancy’s snare for female vanity,</div> -<div class="verse">Here may the aspirant find a trysting-place</div> -<div class="verse">For loftier intercourse. The Muses crowned</div> -<div class="verse">With wreaths that have not faded to this hour <span class="linenum">150</span></div> -<div class="verse">Sprung from high Jove, of sage Mnemosyne</div> -<div class="verse">Enamoured, so the fable runs; but they</div> -<div class="verse">Certes were self-taught damsels, scattered births</div> -<div class="verse">Of many a Grecian vale, who sought not praise,</div> -<div class="verse">And, heedless even of listeners, warbled out <span class="linenum">155</span></div> -<div class="verse">Their own emotions given to mountain air</div> -<div class="verse">In notes which mountain echoes would take up</div> -<div class="verse">Boldly and bear away to softer life;</div> -<div class="verse">Hence deified as sisters they were bound</div> -<div class="verse">Together in a never-dying choir; <span class="linenum">160</span></div> -<div class="verse">Who with their Hippocrene and grottoed fount</div> -<div class="verse">Of Castaly, attest that Woman’s heart</div> -<div class="verse">Was in the limpid age of this stained world</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[294]</a></span> -<div class="verse">The most assured seat of [ ]</div> -<div class="verse">And new-born waters, deemed the happiest source <span class="linenum">165</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of inspiration for the conscious lyre.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Lured by the crystal element in times</div> -<div class="verse">Stormy and fierce, the Maid of Arc withdrew</div> -<div class="verse">From human converse to frequent alone</div> -<div class="verse">The Fountain of the Fairies. What to her, <span class="linenum">170</span></div> -<div class="verse">Smooth summer dreams, old favours of the place.</div> -<div class="verse">Pageant and revels of blithe elves—to her</div> -<div class="verse">Whose country groan’d under a foreign scourge?</div> -<div class="verse">She pondered murmurs that attuned her ear</div> -<div class="verse">For the reception of far other sounds 175</div> -<div class="verse">Than their too happy minstrelsy,—a Voice</div> -<div class="verse">Reached her with supernatural mandate charged</div> -<div class="verse">More awful than the chambers of dark earth</div> -<div class="verse">Have virtue to send forth. Upon the marge</div> -<div class="verse">Of the benignant fountain, while she stood <span class="linenum">180</span></div> -<div class="verse">Gazing intensely, the translucent lymph</div> -<div class="verse">Darkened beneath the shadow of her thoughts</div> -<div class="verse">As if swift clouds swept o’er it, or caught</div> -<div class="verse">War’s tincture, ’mid the forest green and still,</div> -<div class="verse">Turned into blood before her heart-sick eye. <span class="linenum">185</span></div> -<div class="verse">Erelong, forsaking all her natural haunts,</div> -<div class="verse">All her accustomed offices and cares</div> -<div class="verse">Relinquishing, but treasuring every law</div> -<div class="verse">And grace of feminine humanity,</div> -<div class="verse">The chosen Rustic urged a warlike steed <span class="linenum">190</span></div> -<div class="verse">Toward the beleaguered city, in the might</div> -<div class="verse">Of prophecy, accoutred to fulfil,</div> -<div class="verse">At the sword’s point, visions conceived in love.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The cloud of rooks descending thro’ mid air</div> -<div class="verse">Softens its evening uproar towards a close<a name="FNanchor_398" id="FNanchor_398"></a><a href="#Footnote_398" class="fnanchor">[398]</a> <span class="linenum">195</span></div> -<div class="verse">Near and more near; for this protracted strain</div> -<div class="verse">A warning not unwelcome. Fare thee well!</div> -<div class="verse">Emblem of equanimity and truth,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[295]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Farewell!—if thy composure be not ours,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet as thou still, when we are gone, wilt keep <span class="linenum">200</span></div> -<div class="verse">Thy living chaplet of fresh flowers and fern,</div> -<div class="verse">Cherished in shade tho’ peeped at<a name="FNanchor_399" id="FNanchor_399"></a><a href="#Footnote_399" class="fnanchor">[399]</a> by the sun;</div> -<div class="verse">So shall our bosoms feel a covert growth</div> -<div class="verse">Of grateful recollections, tribute due</div> -<div class="verse">To thy obscure and modest attributes <span class="linenum">205</span></div> -<div class="verse">To thee, dear Spring,<a name="FNanchor_400" id="FNanchor_400"></a><a href="#Footnote_400" class="fnanchor">[400]</a> and all-sustaining Heaven!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_396" id="Footnote_396"></a><a href="#FNanchor_396"><span class="label">[396]</span></a> The MS. has a second reading, “covetous hand.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_397" id="Footnote_397"></a><a href="#FNanchor_397"><span class="label">[397]</span></a> In MS. also “its herbs.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_398" id="Footnote_398"></a><a href="#FNanchor_398"><span class="label">[398]</span></a></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… to a close</div> -<div class="verse attribution">From a MS. copied at Rydal by Professor Reed in 1854.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_399" id="Footnote_399"></a><a href="#FNanchor_399"><span class="label">[399]</span></a></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… pecked at …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">From a MS. copied at Rydal by Professor Reed in 1854.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_400" id="Footnote_400"></a><a href="#FNanchor_400"><span class="label">[400]</span></a></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">… clear Spring …</div> -<div class="verse attribution">From a MS. copied at Rydal by Professor Reed in 1854.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<h3>“I, WHOSE PRETTY VOICE YOU HEAR”</h3> - -<p>These lines were written for Miss Fanny Barlow of Middlethorpe -Hall, York. She was first married to the Rev. E. -Trafford Leigh, and afterwards to Dr. Eason Wilkinson of -Manchester.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I, whose pretty Voice you hear,</div> -<div class="verse">Lady (you will think it queer),</div> -<div class="verse">Have a Mother, once a Statue,</div> -<div class="verse">I, thus boldly looking at you,</div> -<div class="verse">Do the name of Paphus bear, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Fam’d Pygmalion’s Son and Heir,</div> -<div class="verse">By that wondrous marble wife</div> -<div class="verse">That from Venus took her life.</div> -<div class="verse">Cupid’s Nephew then am I,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor unskill’d his darts to ply; <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">But from Him I crav’d no warrant,</div> -<div class="verse">Coming thus to seek my Parent;</div> -<div class="verse">Not equipp’d with bow and quiver</div> -<div class="verse">Her by menace to deliver,</div> -<div class="verse">But resolv’d with filial care <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">Her captivity to share.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[296]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Hence, while on your toilet, She</div> -<div class="verse">Is doom’d a Pincushion to be,</div> -<div class="verse">By her side I’ll take my place,</div> -<div class="verse">As a humble Needle-case; <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">Furnish’d too with dainty thread,</div> -<div class="verse">For a Sempstress thorough-bred.</div> -<div class="verse">Then let both be kindly treated,</div> -<div class="verse">Till the Term, for which She’s fated</div> -<div class="verse">Durance to sustain, be over; <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">So will I ensure a Lover</div> -<div class="verse">Lady! to your heart’s content;</div> -<div class="verse">But on harshness are you bent</div> -<div class="verse">Bitterly shall you repent,</div> -<div class="verse">When to Cyprus back I go <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">And take up my Uncle’s bow.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center"><i>Composed</i>, and in part transcribed, for Fanny Barlow, -by her affectionate Friend</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Wm. Wordsworth</span>.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Rydal Mount</span>, <i>Shortest Day, 1826</i>.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[297]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ch1827">1827</h2> - -<h3>TO MY NIECE DORA</h3> - -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By Dorothy Wordsworth</span></p> - -<p>The following lines were written in Dora Wordsworth’s -“Album,” in which Sir Walter Scott also wrote some -verses.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Confiding hopes of youthful hearts,</div> -<div class="verse">And each bright visionary scheme,</div> -<div class="verse">Shall here remain in vivid hues</div> -<div class="verse">The hues of a celestial dream.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The farewell of the laurelled Knight <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Traced by a brave but tremulous hand,</div> -<div class="verse">Pledge of his truth and loyalty</div> -<div class="verse">Thro’ changeful years, unchanged shall stand.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But why should I inscribe my name,</div> -<div class="verse">No Poet I—no longer young? <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">The ambition of a loving heart</div> -<div class="verse">Makes garrulous the tongue.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Memorials of thy aged Friend</div> -<div class="verse">Dora thou dost not need;</div> -<div class="verse">And when the cold earth covers her <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">No flattery shall she heed.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yet still a lurking wish prevails</div> -<div class="verse">That when from life we all have passed</div> -<div class="verse">The friends who loved thy Father’s name</div> -<div class="verse">On her’s a thought may cast. <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcap">Dorothy Wordsworth.</span></div> -<div class="verse"><i>January 1827.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[298]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ch1829">1829</h2> - -<h3>“MY LORD AND LADY DARLINGTON”</h3> - -<p>These lines were written by Wordsworth, after reading a -sentence in the Stranger’s Book at “The Station,”—not a railway -station!—on the western side of Windermere lake, opposite -Bowness. Their poetic merit is slight, but they illustrate the -honesty and directness of the writer’s mind. The Stranger’s -Book at “The Station” contained the following:—</p> - -<div class="blockquote"> - -<p>“Lord and Lady Darlington, Lady Vane, Miss Taylor, and -Captain Stamp pronounce this Lake superior to Lac de Genève, -Lago de Como, Lago Maggiore, L’Eau de Zurich, Loch -Lomond, Loch Katerine, or the Lakes of Killarney.”-<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My Lord and Lady Darlington,</div> -<div class="verse">I would not speak in snarling-tone;</div> -<div class="verse">Nor, to you, good Lady Vane,</div> -<div class="verse">Would I give one moment’s pain;</div> -<div class="verse">Nor Miss Taylor, Captain Stamp, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Would I your flights of <i>memory</i> cramp.</div> -<div class="verse">Yet, having spent a summer’s day</div> -<div class="verse">On the green margin of Loch Tay,</div> -<div class="verse">And doubled (prospect ever bettering)</div> -<div class="verse">The mazy reaches of Loch Katerine, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">And more than once been free at Luss,</div> -<div class="verse">Loch Lomond’s beauties to discuss,</div> -<div class="verse">And wished, at least, to hear the blarney</div> -<div class="verse">Of the sly boatmen of Killarney,</div> -<div class="verse">And dipped my hand in dancing wave <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of Eau de Zurich, Lac Genève,</div> -<div class="verse">And bowed to many a major domo</div> -<div class="verse">On stately terraces of Como,</div> -<div class="verse">And seen the Simplon’s forehead hoary,</div> -<div class="verse">Reclined on Lago Maggiore <span class="linenum">20</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[299]</a></span> -<div class="verse">At breathless eventide at rest</div> -<div class="verse">On the broad water’s placid breast,</div> -<div class="verse">I, not insensible, Heaven knows,</div> -<div class="verse">To all the charms this Station shows,</div> -<div class="verse">Must tell you, Captain, Lord, and Ladies— <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">For honest worth one poet’s trade is—</div> -<div class="verse">That your praise appears to me</div> -<div class="verse">Folly’s own hyperbole.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h2 id="ch1833">1833</h2> - -<h3>TO THE UTILITARIANS</h3> - -<p>These lines were written and sent in a letter to Henry Crabb -Robinson, dated 5th May 1833.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Avaunt this œconomic rage!</div> -<div class="verse">What would it bring?—an iron age,</div> -<div class="verse">Where Fact with heartless search explored</div> -<div class="verse">Shall be Imagination’s Lord,</div> -<div class="verse">And sway with absolute controul <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">The god-like Functions of the Soul.</div> -<div class="verse">Not <i>thus</i> can knowledge elevate</div> -<div class="verse">Our Nature from her fallen state.</div> -<div class="verse">With sober Reason Faith unites</div> -<div class="verse">To vindicate the ideal rights <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of human-kind—the tone agreeing</div> -<div class="verse">Of objects with internal seeing,</div> -<div class="verse">Of effort with the end of Being.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Wordsworth added, in the letter to Robinson, “Is the above -intelligible? I fear not! I know, however, my own meaning, -and that’s enough for Manuscripts.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[300]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ch1835-2">1835</h2> - -<h3>“THRONED IN THE SUN’S DESCENDING -CAR”</h3> - -<p>These lines were placed by Wordsworth amongst the -“Evening Voluntaries” in the two editions of <i>Yarrow Revisited -and other Poems</i> (1835, 1836); but they were never -afterwards reprinted in his life-time.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<p>For printing the following Piece, some reason should be -given, as not a word of it is original: it is simply a fine stanza -of Akenside,<a name="FNanchor_401" id="FNanchor_401"></a><a href="#Footnote_401" class="fnanchor">[401]</a> connected with a still finer from Beattie<a name="FNanchor_402" id="FNanchor_402"></a><a href="#Footnote_402" class="fnanchor">[402]</a>by a -couplet of Thomson.<a name="FNanchor_403" id="FNanchor_403"></a><a href="#Footnote_403" class="fnanchor">[403]</a> This practice, in which the author -sometimes indulges, of linking together, in his own mind, -favourite passages from different authors, seemed in itself unobjectionable; -but, as the <i>publishing</i> such compilations might -lead to confusion in literature, he should deem himself inexcusable -in giving this specimen, were it not from a hope that it -might open to others a harmless source of <i>private</i> gratification.—W. -W. 1835.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Throned in the Sun’s descending car,</div> -<div class="verse">What Power unseen diffuses far</div> -<div class="verse">This tenderness of mind?</div> -<div class="verse">What Genius smiles on yonder flood?</div> -<div class="verse">What God in whispers from the wood <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Bids every thought be kind?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O ever-pleasing solitude,</div> -<div class="verse">Companion of the wise and good.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thy shades, thy silence, now be mine</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thy charms my only theme; <span class="linenum">10</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[301]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Why haunt the hollow cliff whose Pine</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Waves o’er the gloomy stream;</div> -<div class="verse">Whence the scared Owl on pinions grey</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Breaks from the rustling boughs,</div> -<div class="verse">And down the lone vale sails away <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">To more profound repose!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_401" id="Footnote_401"></a><a href="#FNanchor_401"><span class="label">[401]</span></a> See his Ode V., <i>Against Suspicion</i>, stanza viii.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_402" id="Footnote_402"></a><a href="#FNanchor_402"><span class="label">[402]</span></a> See his poem, <i>Retirement</i>, 1758.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_403" id="Footnote_403"></a><a href="#FNanchor_403"><span class="label">[403]</span></a> See his <i>Hymn on Solitude</i>, which begins, “Hail, ever-pleasing Solitude!”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>“AND OH! DEAR SOOTHER OF THE -PENSIVE BREAST”</h3> - -<p>The following ten lines were written by Wordsworth in a -copy of his works, after the lines <i>To the Moon</i> (Rydal) 1835. -They may have been intended as a possible sequel to them, or -to the lines <i>To the Moon, composed by the Seaside—on the coast of -Cumberland</i> (1835).—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And oh! dear soother of the pensive breast,</div> -<div class="verse">Let homelier words without offence attest</div> -<div class="verse">How where on random topics as they hit</div> -<div class="verse">The moments’ humour, rough Tars spend their wit.</div> -<div class="verse">Thy changes, which to wiser Spirits seem <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Dark as a riddle, prove a favourite theme;</div> -<div class="verse">Thy motions, intricate and manifold,</div> -<div class="verse">Oft help to make bold fancy’s flight more bold;</div> -<div class="verse">Beget strange themes; and to freaks give birth</div> -<div class="verse">Of speech as wild as ever heightened mirth. <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h2 id="ch1836-2">1836</h2> - -<h3>“SAID RED-RIBBONED EVANS”</h3> - -<p>On the 26th of March 1836, Wordsworth sent the following -lines to Henry Crabb Robinson; written, he tells him,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[302]</a></span> “immediately -on reading Evans’s modest self-defence speech the other -day.” George de Lacy Evans was radical member of Parliament -for Westminster. “In 1835, he took command of the -British Legion raised for the service of the Queen Regent of -Spain against Don Carlos.” (Professor Dowden.)—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Said red-ribboned Evans:</div> -<div class="verse">“My legions in Spain</div> -<div class="verse">Were at sixes and sevens;</div> -<div class="verse">Now they’re famished or slain:</div> -<div class="verse">But no fault of mine, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">For, like brave Philip Sidney,</div> -<div class="verse">In campaigning I shine,</div> -<div class="verse">A true knight of his kidney.</div> -<div class="verse">Sound flogging and fighting</div> -<div class="verse">No chief, on my troth, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">E’er took such delight in</div> -<div class="verse">As I in them both.</div> -<div class="verse">Fontarabbia can tell</div> -<div class="verse">How my eyes watched the foe,</div> -<div class="verse">Hernani knows well <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">That our feet were not slow;</div> -<div class="verse">Our hospitals, too,</div> -<div class="verse">They are matchless in story;</div> -<div class="verse">Where her thousands Fate slew,</div> -<div class="verse">All panting for glory.” <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">Alas for this Hero!</div> -<div class="verse">His fame touched the skies,</div> -<div class="verse">Then fell below zero,</div> -<div class="verse">Never, never to rise!</div> -<div class="verse">For him to Westminster <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Did Prudence convey,</div> -<div class="verse">There safe as a Spinster</div> -<div class="verse">The Patriot to play.</div> -<div class="verse">But why be so glad on</div> -<div class="verse">His feats or his fall? <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">He’s got his red ribbon,</div> -<div class="verse">And laughs at us all.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[303]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ch1837-2">1837</h2> - -<h3>ON AN EVENT IN COL. EVANS’S REDOUBTED -PERFORMANCES IN SPAIN</h3> - -<p>Mrs. Wordsworth sent this to Henry Crabb Robinson in 1837, -“to show you that <i>we</i> can write an Epigram—we <i>do not say</i> a -good one.” She then quoted it, and added, “The Producer -thinks it not amiss, as being murmured between sleep and -awake over the fire, while thinking of you last night!”—Ed.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Ball whizzed by,—it grazed his ear,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And whispered as it flew,</div> -<div class="verse">“I only touch—not take—don’t fear,</div> -<div class="verse">For both, my honest Buccaneer!</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Are to the Pillory due.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h2 id="ch1838-2">1838</h2> - -<h3>“WOULDST THOU BE GATHERED TO -CHRIST’S CHOSEN FLOCK”</h3> - -<p>The following lines were cut on the face of a rock at Rydal -Mount in 1838. There, they still remain.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Wouldst thou be gathered to Christ’s chosen flock,</div> -<div class="verse">Shun the broad way too easily explored,</div> -<div class="verse">And let thy path be hewn out of the Rock,</div> -<div class="verse">The living Rock of God’s eternal Word.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[304]</a></span></p> - -<h3>PROTEST AGAINST THE BALLOT, 1838<a name="FNanchor_404" id="FNanchor_404"></a><a href="#Footnote_404" class="fnanchor">[404]</a></h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1838.—Published 1838</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Forth rushed, from Envy sprung and Self-conceit,</div> -<div class="verse">A Power misnamed the <span class="smcap">Spirit of Reform</span>,</div> -<div class="verse">And through the astonished Island swept in storm,</div> -<div class="verse">Threatening to lay all Orders at her feet</div> -<div class="verse">That crossed her way. Now stoops she to entreat <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Licence to hide at intervals her head,</div> -<div class="verse">Where she may work, safe, undisquieted,</div> -<div class="verse">In a close Box, covert for Justice meet.</div> -<div class="verse">St. George of England! keep a watchful eye</div> -<div class="verse">Fixed on the Suitor; frustrate her request— <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Stifle her hope; for, if the State comply,</div> -<div class="verse">From such Pandorian gift may come a Pest</div> -<div class="verse">Worse than the Dragon that bowed low his crest,</div> -<div class="verse">Pierced by thy spear in glorious victory.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_404" id="Footnote_404"></a><a href="#FNanchor_404"><span class="label">[404]</span></a> In his notes to the volume of Collected Sonnets (1838), Wordsworth -writes:—“‘<i>Protest against the Ballot.</i>’ Having in this notice alluded only -in general terms to the mischief which, in my opinion, the Ballot would -bring along with it, without especially branding its immoral and antisocial -tendency (for which no political advantages, were they a thousand times -greater than those presumed upon, could be a compensation), I have been -impelled to subjoin a reprobation of it upon that score. In no part of my -writings have I mentioned the name of any contemporary, that of Buonaparte -only excepted, but for the purpose of eulogy; and therefore, as in the -concluding verse of what follows, there is a deviation from this rule (for the -blank will be easily filled up) I have excluded the sonnet from the body of -the collection, and placed it here as a public record of my detestation, both -as a man and a citizen, of the proposed contrivance.”</p> - -<p>Then follows the sonnet beginning—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Said Secrecy to Cowardice and Fraud.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>“SAID SECRECY TO COWARDICE AND -FRAUD”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed, probably, in 1838.—Published 1838<a name="FNanchor_405" id="FNanchor_405"></a><a href="#Footnote_405" class="fnanchor">[405]</a></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Said Secrecy to Cowardice and Fraud,</div> -<div class="verse">Falsehood and Treachery, in close council met,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[305]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Deep under ground, in Pluto’s cabinet,</div> -<div class="verse">“The frost of England’s pride will soon be thawed;</div> -<div class="verse">Hooded the open brow that overawed <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Our schemes; the faith and honour, never yet</div> -<div class="verse">By us with hope encountered, be upset;—</div> -<div class="verse">For once I burst my bands, and cry, applaud!”</div> -<div class="verse">Then whispered she, “The Bill is carrying out!”</div> -<div class="verse">They heard, and, starting up, the Brood of Night <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Clapped hands, and shook with glee their matted locks;</div> -<div class="verse">All Powers and Places that abhor the light</div> -<div class="verse">Joined in the transport, echoed back their shout,</div> -<div class="verse">Hurrah for ——, hugging his Ballot-box!<a name="FNanchor_406" id="FNanchor_406"></a><a href="#Footnote_406" class="fnanchor">[406]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_405" id="Footnote_405"></a><a href="#FNanchor_405"><span class="label">[405]</span></a> This was first published in a note to the sonnet entitled <i>Protest -against the Ballot</i>, in the volume of 1838. It was never republished by -Wordsworth.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_406" id="Footnote_406"></a><a href="#FNanchor_406"><span class="label">[406]</span></a> See the note to the previous sonnet. George Grote was the person -satirised. “Since that time,” adds Mr. Reed, in a note to his American -edition, “Mr. Grote’s political notoriety, as an advocate of the ballot, has -been merged in the high reputation he has acquired as probably the most -eminent modern historian of ancient Greece”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>A POET TO HIS GRANDCHILD<br /> -(SEQUEL TO THE FOREGOING)<a name="FNanchor_407" id="FNanchor_407"></a><a href="#Footnote_407" class="fnanchor">[407]</a></h3> - -<p class="center">Published 1838</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[306]</a></span></p><div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Son of my buried Son, while thus thy hand</div> -<div class="verse">Is clasping mine, it saddens me to think</div> -<div class="verse">How Want may press thee down, and with thee sink</div> -<div class="verse">Thy Children left unfit, through vain demand</div> -<div class="verse">Of culture, even to feel or understand <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">My simplest Lay that to their memory</div> -<div class="verse">May cling;—hard fate! which haply need not be</div> -<div class="verse">Did Justice mould the Statutes of the Land.</div> -<div class="verse">A Book time-cherished and an honoured name</div> -<div class="verse">Are high rewards; but bound they Nature’s claim <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Or Reason’s? No—hopes spun in timid line</div> -<div class="verse">From out the bosom of a modest home</div> -<div class="verse">Extend through unambitious years to come,</div> -<div class="verse">My careless Little-one, for thee and thine!”<a name="FNanchor_408" id="FNanchor_408"></a><a href="#Footnote_408" class="fnanchor">[408]</a><a name="FNanchor_409" id="FNanchor_409"></a><a href="#Footnote_409" class="fnanchor">[409]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_407" id="Footnote_407"></a><a href="#FNanchor_407"><span class="label">[407]</span></a> “The foregoing” was the Sonnet named <i>A Plea for Authors, May -1838</i>.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_408" id="Footnote_408"></a><a href="#FNanchor_408"><span class="label">[408]</span></a> 1836.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Son of my buried Son, whose tiny hand</div> -<div class="verse">Thus clings to mine, it {saddens} me to think</div> -<div class="verse indent11">{troubles}</div> -<div class="verse">That thou pressed down by poverty mayst sink</div> -<div class="verse">Even till thy children shall in vain demand</div> -<div class="verse">{Culture and neither feel nor} understand</div> -<div class="verse">{Culture required to feel and}</div> -<div class="verse">{My simplest lay that to their memory}</div> -<div class="verse">{My least recondite lay, which memory}</div> -<div class="verse">{Perchance may cleave}; hard fate, which need not be</div> -<div class="verse">{May keep in trust }</div> -<div class="verse">Did justice mould the statutes of the land.</div> -<div class="verse">{A book time-cherished} and an honoured name</div> -<div class="verse">{A cherished volume }</div> -<div class="verse">Are high rewards, but bound not {Reason’s} claim.</div> -<div class="verse indent16">{Nature’s}</div> -<div class="verse">No—hopes {in fond hereditary line }</div> -<div class="verse indent5">{and wishes in a living line}</div> -<div class="verse">Spun from the bosom of a modest home</div> -<div class="verse">Extend thro’ unambitious years to come,</div> -<div class="verse">My careless Little-one, for thee and thine!</div> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcapuc">MS.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_409" id="Footnote_409"></a><a href="#FNanchor_409"><span class="label">[409]</span></a> The author of an animated article, printed in the <i>Law Magazine</i>, in -favour of the principle of Serjeant Talfourd’s Copyright Bill, precedes me -in the public expression of this feeling; which had been forced too often -upon my own mind, by remembering how few descendants of men eminent -in literature are even known to exist.—W.W. 1838.</p> - -<p>This sonnet was not addressed to any grandson of the Poet’s.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h2 id="ch1840-2">1840</h2> - -<h3>ON A PORTRAIT OF I.F., PAINTED BY -MARGARET GILLIES<a name="FNanchor_410" id="FNanchor_410"></a><a href="#Footnote_410" class="fnanchor">[410]</a></h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1840.—Published 1850</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We gaze—nor grieve to think that we must die,</div> -<div class="verse">But that the precious love this friend hath sown</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[307]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Within our hearts, the love whose flower hath blown</div> -<div class="verse">Bright as if heaven were ever in its eye,</div> -<div class="verse">Will pass so soon from human memory; <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">And not by strangers to our blood alone,</div> -<div class="verse">But by our best descendants be unknown,</div> -<div class="verse">Unthought of—this may surely claim a sigh.</div> -<div class="verse">Yet, blessèd Art, we yield not to dejection:</div> -<div class="verse">Thou against Time so feelingly dost strive; <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Where’er, preserved in this most true reflection,</div> -<div class="verse">An image of her soul is kept alive,</div> -<div class="verse">Some lingering fragrance of the pure affection,</div> -<div class="verse">Whose flower with us will vanish, must survive.</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcap">William Wordsworth.</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Rydal Mount</span>, <i>New Year’s Day, 1840</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_410" id="Footnote_410"></a><a href="#FNanchor_410"><span class="label">[410]</span></a> See the note to the next sonnet.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>TO I.F.<a name="FNanchor_411" id="FNanchor_411"></a><a href="#Footnote_411" class="fnanchor">[411]</a></h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1840.—Published 1850</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The star which comes at close of day to shine</div> -<div class="verse">More heavenly bright than when it leads the morn,</div> -<div class="verse">Is friendship’s emblem,<a name="FNanchor_412" id="FNanchor_412"></a><a href="#Footnote_412" class="fnanchor">[412]</a> whether the forlorn</div> -<div class="verse">She visiteth, or, shedding light benign</div> -<div class="verse">Through shades that solemnize Life’s calm decline, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Doth make the happy happier. This have we</div> -<div class="verse">Learnt, Isabel, from thy society,</div> -<div class="verse">Which now we too unwillingly resign</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[308]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Though for brief absence. But farewell! the page</div> -<div class="verse">Glimmers before my sight through thankful tears, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Such as start forth, not seldom, to approve</div> -<div class="verse">Our truth, when we, old yet unchill’d by age,</div> -<div class="verse">Call thee, though known but for a few fleet years,</div> -<div class="verse">The heart-affianced sister of our love!</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse attribution"><span class="smcap">William Wordsworth.</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Rydal Mount</span>, <i>Feb. 1840</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_411" id="Footnote_411"></a><a href="#FNanchor_411"><span class="label">[411]</span></a> This and the preceding sonnet, beginning “We gaze—nor grieve to think -that we must die,” were addressed to Miss Fenwick, to whom we owe the invaluable -“Fenwick Notes.” Were it not that the date is very minutely given, -I would believe that they belong to 1841, as Miss Gillies told me she resided -at Rydal Mount in that year, when she painted Mrs. Wordsworth’s portrait.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_412" id="Footnote_412"></a><a href="#FNanchor_412"><span class="label">[412]</span></a> 1850.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Bright is the star which comes at eve to shine</div> -<div class="verse">More heavenly bright than when it leads the morn,</div> -<div class="verse">And such is Friendship, whether the forlorn, etc. 1840.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<h3>“OH BOUNTY WITHOUT MEASURE, WHILE -THE GRACE”</h3> - -<p>In his copy of the edition of 1845 at the close of the -poem, <i>Animal Tranquillity and Decay</i> (1798) (see the “Poem -referring to the Period of Old Age,” vol. i. p. 307), Henry -Crabb Robinson wrote the following lines, sent to him by -Wordsworth.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh Bounty without measure, while the Grace</div> -<div class="verse">Of Heaven doth in such wise from humblest springs</div> -<div class="verse">Pour pleasures forth, and solaces that trace</div> -<div class="verse">A mazy course along familiar things,</div> -<div class="verse">Well may our hearts have faith that blessings come <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Streaming from points above the starry sky,</div> -<div class="verse">With angels, when their own untroubled home</div> -<div class="verse">They leave, and speed on mighty embassy</div> -<div class="verse">To visit earthly chambers,—and for whom?</div> -<div class="verse">Yea, both for souls who God’s forbearance try, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">And those that seek his help and for his mercy sigh.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse smaller"><i>7th April 1840. My 70th Birthday.</i></div> -<div class="verse attribution">W.W.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[309]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ch1842-2">1842</h2> - -<h3>THE EAGLE AND THE DOVE<a name="FNanchor_413" id="FNanchor_413"></a><a href="#Footnote_413" class="fnanchor">[413]</a></h3> - -<p>The following poem was contributed to, and printed in, a -volume entitled “<i>La Petite Chouannerie, ou Histoire d’un -Collège Breton sous l’Empire</i>. Par A. F. Rio. Londres: -Moxon, Dover Street, 1842,” pp. 62, 63. The Hon. Mrs. -Norton, Walter Savage Landor, and Monckton Milnes (Lord -Houghton), were among the other English contributors to the -volume, the bulk of which is in French. It was printed at -Paris, and numbered 398 pages, including the title. It was a -narrative of “the romantic revolt of the royalist students of the -college of Vannes in 1815, and of their battles with the soldiers -of the French Empire.” (<span class="smcap">H. Reed.</span>)—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<p class="center">Composed (?).—Published 1842</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Shade of Caractacus, if spirits love</div> -<div class="verse">The cause they fought for in their earthly home,</div> -<div class="verse">To see the Eagle ruffled by the Dove</div> -<div class="verse">May soothe thy memory of the chains of Rome.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">These children claim thee for their sire; the breath <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of thy renown, from Cambrian mountains, fans</div> -<div class="verse">A flame within them that despises death,</div> -<div class="verse">And glorifies the truant youth of Vannes.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With thy own scorn of tyrants they advance,</div> -<div class="verse">But truth divine has sanctified their rage, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">A silver cross enchased with flowers of France</div> -<div class="verse">Their badge, attests the holy fight they wage.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The shrill defiance of the young crusade</div> -<div class="verse">Their veteran foes mock as an idle noise;</div> -<div class="verse">But unto Faith and Loyalty comes aid <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">From Heaven, gigantic force to beardless boys.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_413" id="Footnote_413"></a><a href="#FNanchor_413"><span class="label">[413]</span></a> In the volume from which the above is copied, the original French lines -(commencing at p. 106) are printed side by side with Wordsworth’s translation, -which ends on p. 111, and closes the volume.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[310]</a></span></p> - -<h3>GRACE DARLING<a name="FNanchor_414" id="FNanchor_414"></a><a href="#Footnote_414" class="fnanchor">[414]</a></h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 1842.—Published 1845</p> - -<p>Wordsworth’s lines on Grace Darling were printed privately, -and anonymously, at Carlisle, before they were included in the -1845 edition of his works. A copy was sent to Mr. Dyce, and -is preserved in the Dyce Library at South Kensington. -Another was sent to Professor Reed (March 27, 1843), with a -letter, in which the following occurs: “I threw it off two or three -weeks ago, being in a great measure impelled to it by the desire -I felt to do justice to the memory of a heroine, whose conduct -presented, some time ago, a striking contrast to the inhumanity -with which our countrymen, shipwrecked lately upon the French -coast, have been treated.”</p> - -<p>Edward Quillinan, writing on 25th March 1843, enclosed a -copy, adding, “Mr. Wordsworth desires me to send you the -enclosed eulogy on Grace Darling, recently composed. He -begs me to say that he wishes it kept out of the newspapers, as -he has printed it only for some of his friends, and his friends’ -friends more peculiarly interested in the subject, for the present. -Do not therefore give a copy to any one.”</p> - -<p>“Almost immediately after I had composed my tribute to -the memory of Grace Darling, I learnt that the Queen and -Queen Dowager had both just subscribed towards the erection -of a monument to record her heroism, upon the spot that -witnessed it.” (Wordsworth to Sir W. Gomm, March 24, -1843.)—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Among the dwellers in the silent fields</div> -<div class="verse">The natural heart is touched, and public way</div> -<div class="verse">And crowded streets resound with ballad strains,</div> -<div class="verse">Inspired by <span class="smcapuc">ONE</span> whose very name bespeaks</div> -<div class="verse">Favour divine, exalting human love; <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Whom, since her birth on bleak Northumbria’s coast,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[311]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Known unto few but prized as far as known,</div> -<div class="verse">A single Act endears to high and low</div> -<div class="verse">Through the whole land—to Manhood, moved in spite</div> -<div class="verse">Of the world’s freezing cares—to generous Youth— <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">To Infancy, that lisps her praise—to Age</div> -<div class="verse">Whose eye reflects it, glistening through a tear</div> -<div class="verse">Of tremulous admiration. Such true fame</div> -<div class="verse">Awaits her <i>now</i>; but, verily, good deeds</div> -<div class="verse">Do no imperishable record find <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">Save in the rolls of heaven, where hers may live</div> -<div class="verse">A theme for angels, when they celebrate</div> -<div class="verse">The high-souled virtues which forgetful earth</div> -<div class="verse">Has witness’d. Oh! that winds and waves could speak</div> -<div class="verse">Of things which their united power called forth <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">From the pure depths of her humanity!</div> -<div class="verse">A Maiden gentle, yet, at duty’s call,</div> -<div class="verse">Firm and unflinching, as the Lighthouse reared</div> -<div class="verse">On the Island-rock, her lonely dwelling-place;</div> -<div class="verse">Or like the invincible Rock itself that braves, <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">Age after age, the hostile elements,</div> -<div class="verse">As when it guarded holy Cuthbert’s cell.<a name="FNanchor_415" id="FNanchor_415"></a><a href="#Footnote_415" class="fnanchor">[415]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">All night the storm had raged, nor ceased, nor paused,</div> -<div class="verse">When, as day broke, the Maid, through misty air,</div> -<div class="verse">Espies far off a Wreck, amid the surf, <span class="linenum">30</span></div> -<div class="verse">Beating on one of those disastrous isles—</div> -<div class="verse">Half of a Vessel, half—no more; the rest</div> -<div class="verse">Had vanished, swallowed up with all that there</div> -<div class="verse">Had for the common safety striven in vain,</div> -<div class="verse">Or thither thronged for refuge.<a name="FNanchor_416" id="FNanchor_416"></a><a href="#Footnote_416" class="fnanchor">[416]</a> With quick glance <span class="linenum">35</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[312]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Daughter and Sire through optic-glass discern,</div> -<div class="verse">Clinging about the remnant of this Ship,</div> -<div class="verse">Creatures—how precious in the Maiden’s sight!</div> -<div class="verse">For whom, belike, the old Man grieves still more</div> -<div class="verse">Than for their fellow-sufferers engulfed <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -<div class="verse">Where every parting agony is hushed,</div> -<div class="verse">And hope and fear mix not in further strife.</div> -<div class="verse">“But courage, Father! let us out to sea—</div> -<div class="verse">A few may yet be saved.” The Daughter’s words,</div> -<div class="verse">Her earnest tone, and look beaming with faith, <span class="linenum">45</span></div> -<div class="verse">Dispel the Father’s doubts: nor do they lack</div> -<div class="verse">The noble-minded Mother’s helping hand</div> -<div class="verse">To launch the boat; and with her blessing cheered,</div> -<div class="verse">And inwardly sustained by silent prayer,</div> -<div class="verse">Together they put forth, Father and Child! <span class="linenum">50</span></div> -<div class="verse">Each grasps an oar, and struggling on they go—</div> -<div class="verse">Rivals in effort; and, alike intent</div> -<div class="verse">Here to elude and there surmount, they watch</div> -<div class="verse">The billows lengthening, mutually crossed</div> -<div class="verse">And shattered, and re-gathering their might; <span class="linenum">55</span></div> -<div class="verse">As if the tumult, by the Almighty’s will</div> -<div class="verse">Were, in the conscious sea, roused and prolonged,<a name="FNanchor_417" id="FNanchor_417"></a><a href="#Footnote_417" class="fnanchor">[417]</a></div> -<div class="verse">That woman’s fortitude—so tried, so proved—</div> -<div class="verse">May brighten more and more!</div> -<div class="verse indent16">True to the mark,</div> -<div class="verse">They stem the current of that perilous gorge, <span class="linenum">60</span></div> -<div class="verse">Their arms still strengthening with the strengthening heart,</div> -<div class="verse">Though danger, as the Wreck is near’d, becomes</div> -<div class="verse">More imminent. Not unseen do they approach;</div> -<div class="verse">And rapture, with varieties of fear</div> -<div class="verse">Incessantly conflicting, thrills the frames <span class="linenum">65</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of those who, in that dauntless energy,</div> -<div class="verse">Foretaste deliverance; but the least perturbed</div> -<div class="verse">Can scarcely trust his eyes, when he perceives</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[313]</a></span> -<div class="verse">That of the pair—tossed on the waves to bring</div> -<div class="verse">Hope to the hopeless, to the dying, life— <span class="linenum">70</span></div> -<div class="verse">One is a Woman, a poor earthly sister,</div> -<div class="verse">Or, be the Visitant other than she seems,</div> -<div class="verse">A guardian Spirit sent from pitying Heaven,</div> -<div class="verse">In woman’s shape. But why prolong the tale,</div> -<div class="verse">Casting weak words amid a host of thoughts <span class="linenum">75</span></div> -<div class="verse">Armed to repel them? Every hazard faced</div> -<div class="verse">And difficulty mastered, with resolve</div> -<div class="verse">That no one breathing should be left to perish,</div> -<div class="verse">This last remainder of the crew are all</div> -<div class="verse">Placed in the little boat, then o’er the deep <span class="linenum">80</span></div> -<div class="verse">Are safely borne, landed upon the beach,</div> -<div class="verse">And, in fulfilment of God’s mercy, lodged</div> -<div class="verse">Within the sheltering Lighthouse.—Shout, ye Waves!</div> -<div class="verse">Send forth a song of triumph. Waves and Winds,</div> -<div class="verse">Exult in this deliverance wrought through faith <span class="linenum">85</span></div> -<div class="verse">In Him whose Providence your rage hath served!<a name="FNanchor_418" id="FNanchor_418"></a><a href="#Footnote_418" class="fnanchor">[418]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Ye screaming Sea-mews, in the concert join!</div> -<div class="verse">And would that some immortal Voice—a Voice</div> -<div class="verse">Fitly attuned to all that gratitude</div> -<div class="verse">Breathes out from floor or couch, through pallid lips <span class="linenum">90</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of the survivors—to the clouds might bear—</div> -<div class="verse">Blended with praise of that parental love,</div> -<div class="verse">Beneath whose watchful eye the Maiden grew</div> -<div class="verse">Pious and pure, modest and yet so brave,</div> -<div class="verse">Though young so wise, though meek so resolute— <span class="linenum">95</span></div> -<div class="verse">Might carry to the clouds and to the stars,</div> -<div class="verse">Yea, to celestial Choirs, <span class="smcap">Grace Darling’s</span> name!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_414" id="Footnote_414"></a><a href="#FNanchor_414"><span class="label">[414]</span></a> Grace Darling was the daughter of William Darling, the lighthouse -keeper on Longstone, one of the Farne Islands on the Northumbrian coast. -On the 7th of September 1838, the Forfarshire steamship was wrecked -on these islands. At the instigation of his daughter, and accompanied by -her, Darling went out in his lifeboat through the surf, to the wreck, and -—by their united strength and daring—rescued the nine survivors.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_415" id="Footnote_415"></a><a href="#FNanchor_415"><span class="label">[415]</span></a> St. Cuthbert of Durham, born about 635, was first a shepherd boy, then -a monk in the monastery of Melrose, and afterwards its prior. He left -Melrose for the island monastery of Lindisfarne; but desiring an austerer -life than the monastic, he left Lindisfarne, and became an anchorite, in a -hut which he built with his own hands, on one of the Farne Islands. He -was afterwards induced to accept the bishopric of Hexham, but soon exchanged -it for the see in his old island home at Lindisfarne, and after two -years there resigned his bishopric, returning to his cell in Farne Island, where -he died in 687. His remains were carried to Durham, and placed within a -costly shrine.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_416" id="Footnote_416"></a><a href="#FNanchor_416"><span class="label">[416]</span></a> Fifty-four persons had perished, before Grace Darling’s lifeboat reached -the wreck.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_417" id="Footnote_417"></a><a href="#FNanchor_417"><span class="label">[417]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As if the wrath and trouble of the sea</div> -<div class="verse">Were by the Almighty’s sufferance prolonged,</div> -<div class="verse attribution">In privately printed edition.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_418" id="Footnote_418"></a><a href="#FNanchor_418"><span class="label">[418]</span></a> 1845.</p> - -<p>For the last three lines, the privately printed edition has the -single one—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Pipe a glad song of triumph, ye fierce Winds.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[314]</a></span></p> - -<h3>“WHEN SEVERN’S SWEEPING FLOOD HAD -OVERTHROWN”</h3> - -<p class="center">Composed 23rd January 1842.—Published 1842</p> - -<p>In 1842 a bazaar was held in Cardiff Castle to aid in the -erection of a Church, on the site of one which had been washed -away by a flood in the river Severn (and a consequent influx of -waters into the estuary of the British Channel) two hundred -years before. Wordsworth and James Montgomery were -asked to write some verses, which might be printed and sold to -assist the cause. They did so. The following was Wordsworth’s -contribution.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When Severn’s sweeping flood had overthrown</div> -<div class="verse">St. Mary’s Church, the preacher then would cry:—</div> -<div class="verse">“Thus, Christian people, God his might hath shown</div> -<div class="verse">That ye to him your love may testify;</div> -<div class="verse">Haste, and rebuild the pile.”—But not a stone <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">Resumed its place. Age after age went by,</div> -<div class="verse">And Heaven still lacked its due, though piety</div> -<div class="verse">In secret did, we trust, her loss bemoan.</div> -<div class="verse">But now her Spirit hath put forth its claim</div> -<div class="verse">In Power, and Poesy would lend her voice; <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Let the new Church be worthy of its aim,</div> -<div class="verse">That in its beauty Cardiff may rejoice!</div> -<div class="verse">Oh! in the past if cause there was for shame,</div> -<div class="verse">Let not our times halt in their better choice.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Rydal Mount</span>, <i>23rd Jan. 1842</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>THE PILLAR OF TRAJAN</h3> - -<p>The Fenwick note to <i>The Pillar of Trajan</i> mentions that -the author’s son having declined to attempt to compete for the -Oxford prize poem on “The Pillar of Trajan,” his father wrote -it, to show him how the thing might be done. This son—the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[315]</a></span> -Rev. John Wordsworth of Brigham—wrote Latin verse with -considerable success; and as specimens of the poetic work of -Dorothy Wordsworth and of Sarah Hutchinson are included in -these volumes, the following <i>Epistola ad Patrem suum</i>, written -at Madeira by John Wordsworth in 1844, may be reproduced.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I pete longinquas, non segnis Epistola, terras,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I pete, Rydaliae conscia saxa lyrae:</div> -<div class="verse">I pete quà valles rident, sylvaeque lacusque,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Quamvis Arctoo paenè sub axe jacent.</div> -<div class="verse">Parvos quaere Lares, non aurea Tecta, poetae, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Qui tamen ingenii sceptraque mentis habet.</div> -<div class="verse">Quid faciat genitor? valeatne, an cura senilis</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Opprimat? Ista refer, filius ista rogat.</div> -<div class="verse">Scire velit, quare venias tu scripta <i>latine</i>?</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Dic “fugio linguam, magne poeta, tuam! <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Quem Regina jubet circumdare tempora lauro,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Quem verè vatem saecula nostra vocant.”</div> -<div class="verse">Inde refer gressus responsaque tradita curae</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Fida tuae, numeris in loca digna senis,</div> -<div class="verse">Haec ego tradiderim, majoribus ire per altum <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nunc velis miserum me mea musa rapit.</div> -<div class="verse">Solvimus è portu, navisque per aequora currit</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Neptuni auxilio fluctifragisque rotis.</div> -<div class="verse">Neptunus videt attonitus, Neptunia conjux,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Omnis et aequorei nympha comata chori. <span class="linenum">20</span></div> -<div class="verse">Radimus Hispanum litus, loca saxea crebris</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Gallorum belli nobilitata malis.</div> -<div class="verse">Haud mora, sunt visae Gades,<a name="FNanchor_419" id="FNanchor_419"></a><a href="#Footnote_419" class="fnanchor">[419]</a> urbs fabula quondam,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Claraque ab Herculeo nomine, clara suo.</div> -<div class="verse">Hanc magnam cognovit Arabs, Romanus candem, <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Utraque gens illi vimque decusque tulit.</div> -<div class="verse">Hora brevis, fragilisque viris! similisque ruina</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Viribus humanis omnia facta manet</div> -<div class="verse">Pulchra jaces, olim Carthaginis aemula magnae,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nataque famosae non inhonesta Tyri! <span class="linenum">30</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[316]</a></span> -<div class="verse">En! ratibus navale caret, nautis caret alnus,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Mercatorque fugit dives inane Forum.</div> -<div class="verse">Templa vacant pompâ, nitidisque theatra catervis,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Tristis et it foedâ foemina virque via.</div> -<div class="verse">Segnis in officiis, nec rectus ad aethera miles <span class="linenum">35</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Pauperis et vestes, armaque juris habet.</div> -<div class="verse">Sic gens quaeque perit,<a name="FNanchor_420" id="FNanchor_420"></a><a href="#Footnote_420" class="fnanchor">[420]</a> quando civilia bella</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Viscera divellunt, jusque fidesque fugit.</div> -<div class="verse">Auspiciis laetam nostris lux proxima pandit</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Te, Calpe<a name="FNanchor_421" id="FNanchor_421"></a><a href="#Footnote_421" class="fnanchor">[421]</a> celsis imperiosa jugis. <span class="linenum">40</span></div> -<div class="verse">Urbs munimen habet nullo quassabile bello,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Claustrum Tyrrhenis, claustrum et Atlantis, aquis.</div> -<div class="verse">Undique nam vastae sustentant moenia rupes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Quae torvè in terras inque tuentur aquas.</div> -<div class="verse">Arteque sunt mirâ sectae per saxa cavernae, <span class="linenum">45</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Atria sanguineo saeva sacrata Deo.</div> -<div class="verse">Urbs invicta tamen populis commercia tuta</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Praebet, et in portus illicit inque Forum.</div> -<div class="verse">Hic Mercator adest Maurus cui rebus agendis.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ah! nimis est cordi Punica prisca fides; <span class="linenum">50</span></div> -<div class="verse">Afer et è mediis Libyae sitientis arenis,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Suetus in immundâ vivere barbarie;</div> -<div class="verse">Multus et aequoreis, ut quondam, Graius in undis,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Degener, antiquum sic probat ille genus;</div> -<div class="verse">Niliacae potator aquae, Judaeus, et omne <span class="linenum">55</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Litus Tyrrhenum quos, et Atlantis, alit.</div> -<div class="verse">Hos quàm dissimiles (linguae sive ora notentur)</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Hos quàm felices pace Britannus habet!</div> -<div class="verse">Anglia! dum pietas et honos, dum nota per orbem</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sit tibi in intacto pectore prisca fides; <span class="linenum">60</span></div> -<div class="verse">Dum pia cura tibi, magnos meruisse triumphos,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Justaque per populos jura tulisse feros;</div> -<div class="verse">Longinquas teneat tua vasta potentia terras,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Et maneat Calpe gloria magna Tibi!</div> -<div class="verse">Insula Atlanteis assurgit ab aequoris undis, <span class="linenum">65</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Insula flammigero semper amata Deo,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[317]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Seu teneat celsi flagrantia signa Leonis,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Seu gyro Pisces interiore petat.</div> -<div class="verse">“Hic ver assiduum atque alienis mensibus aestas,”</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Flavus et autumnus frugibus usque tumet. <span class="linenum">70</span></div> -<div class="verse">Non jacet Ionio felicior Insula ponto</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ulla, nec Eoi fluctibus oceani.</div> -<div class="verse">Vix, Madeira! tuum nunc refert dicere nomen,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Floribus, et Bacchi munere pingue solum.</div> -<div class="verse">Te vetus haud vanis cumulavit laudibus aetas, <span class="linenum">75</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">O fortunato conspicienda choro!</div> -<div class="verse">Haec nunc terra sinu nos detinet alma, proculque</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A Patriae curis, anxietate domi.</div> -<div class="verse">Sic cepisse ferunt humanae oblivia curae</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Quisquis Lethaeae pocula sumpsit aquae: <span class="linenum">80</span></div> -<div class="verse">Sic semota sequi studiisque odiisque docebas</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Otia discipulos, docte Epicure, tuos.</div> -<div class="verse">Sed non ulla dies grato sine sole, nec ullo</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Fruge carens hortus tempore,<a name="FNanchor_422" id="FNanchor_422"></a><a href="#Footnote_422" class="fnanchor">[422]</a> fronde nemus;<a name="FNanchor_423" id="FNanchor_423"></a><a href="#Footnote_423" class="fnanchor">[423]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Nec levis ignotis oneratus odoribus aer, <span class="linenum">85</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Quales doctus equum flectere novit Arabs;</div> -<div class="verse">Nec caecae quaecumque jacent sub rupe cavernae,<a name="FNanchor_424" id="FNanchor_424"></a><a href="#Footnote_424" class="fnanchor">[424]</a></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Queîs nunquam radiis Phoebus adire potest;</div> -<div class="verse">Nec currentis aquae strepitus,<a name="FNanchor_425" id="FNanchor_425"></a><a href="#Footnote_425" class="fnanchor">[425]</a> nec saxa, petensque</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Mons<a name="FNanchor_426" id="FNanchor_426"></a><a href="#Footnote_426" class="fnanchor">[426]</a> excelsa suis sidera culminibus; <span class="linenum">90</span></div> -<div class="verse">Nec tranquilla quies, rerumque oblivia, ponti</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Suadebunt iterum solicitare vias!</div> -<div class="verse">Rideat at quamvis haec vultu terra sereno,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Tabescit pravo gens malefida jugo:</div> -<div class="verse">Dum sedet heu! tristis morborum pallor in ore, <span class="linenum">95</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Crebraque anhelanti pectore tussis inest.</div> -<div class="verse">Ambitus et luxus, totoque accersita mundo,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Queîs omnis populus quoque sub axe peril;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[318]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Famae dira sitis, rerumque onerosa cupido,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Raptaque ab irato templa diesque Deo, <span class="linenum">100</span></div> -<div class="verse">Supplicium non lene suum, poenasque tulerunt;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Saepè petis proprio, vir miser, ense latus!</div> -<div class="verse">Uxor adhuc aegros dilecta resuscitat artus;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Anxia cura suis, anxia cura mihi.</div> -<div class="verse">Altera quodque dies jam roboris attulit, illud <span class="linenum">105</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Altera dura suis febribus abstulerit.</div> -<div class="verse">Aurea mens illi, mollique in pectore corda,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Et clarum longâ nobilitate genus.</div> -<div class="verse">Quanquàm saepe trahunt Libycum non<a name="FNanchor_427" id="FNanchor_427"></a><a href="#Footnote_427" class="fnanchor">[427]</a> aera sanum</div> -<div class="verse indent1">(Gratia magna Dei), pignora nostra vigent. <span class="linenum">110</span></div> -<div class="verse">Iamque vale grandaeve Pater, grandaevaque Mater,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Tuque O dilecto conjuge laeta soror!</div> -<div class="verse">Quaeque pias nobis partes cognata ferebas,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nomina vana cadunt, Tu mihi Mater eras;</div> -<div class="verse">Ingenioque mari, pietate ornata fideque, <span class="linenum">115</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sanguine nulla domûs, semper amore, soror;</div> -<div class="verse">Tu quoque, care, vale, Frater, quamvis procul absis,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Per virides campos, quà petit aequor Eden.</div> -<div class="verse">Denique tota domus, cunctique valete propinqui,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Carmina plura mihi musa manusque negat. <span class="linenum">120</span></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Madeirae, <i>Martiis Calendis</i>,</span> 1844.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_419" id="Footnote_419"></a><a href="#FNanchor_419"><span class="label">[419]</span></a> Cadiz.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_420" id="Footnote_420"></a><a href="#FNanchor_420"><span class="label">[420]</span></a> Hispania hoc tempore bello civili divulsa fuit.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_421" id="Footnote_421"></a><a href="#FNanchor_421"><span class="label">[421]</span></a> Gibraltar.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_422" id="Footnote_422"></a><a href="#FNanchor_422"><span class="label">[422]</span></a> Sunt hibernis mensibus aurea mala.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_423" id="Footnote_423"></a><a href="#FNanchor_423"><span class="label">[423]</span></a> Laureae sylvae sunt.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_424" id="Footnote_424"></a><a href="#FNanchor_424"><span class="label">[424]</span></a> Antris abundat Insula.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_425" id="Footnote_425"></a><a href="#FNanchor_425"><span class="label">[425]</span></a> Multos rivos naturâ, mirâque humani ingenii arte constructos continet -Madeira.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_426" id="Footnote_426"></a><a href="#FNanchor_426"><span class="label">[426]</span></a> Pace Lusitanorum Insula nil nisi mons est, rectis culminibus mari -conspicua.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_427" id="Footnote_427"></a><a href="#FNanchor_427"><span class="label">[427]</span></a> Ventus ex Africa.—<i>Leste.</i></p> - -</div> - -<p>See also the <i>Carmen Maiis calendis compositum</i>, the <i>Carmen -ad Maium mensem</i>, and the <i>Somnivaga</i>,—evidently by the -same writer,—in the appendix to the second edition of <i>Yarrow -Revisited</i>, 1836.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[319]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ch1846-2">1846</h2> - -<h3>“DEIGN, SOVEREIGN MISTRESS! TO ACCEPT A LAY”</h3> - -<p>In January 1846 Wordsworth sent a copy of his Poems to -the Queen, for the Royal Library at Windsor, and inscribed the -following lines upon the fly-leaf. For their republication I am -indebted to the gracious permission of Her Majesty.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Deign, Sovereign Mistress!<a name="FNanchor_428" id="FNanchor_428"></a><a href="#Footnote_428" class="fnanchor">[428]</a> to accept a lay,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">No Laureate offering of elaborate art;</div> -<div class="verse">But salutation taking its glad way</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From deep recesses of a loyal heart.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Queen, Wife, and Mother! may All-judging Heaven <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Shower with a bounteous hand on Thee and Thine</div> -<div class="verse">Felicity that only can be given</div> -<div class="verse indent1">On earth to goodness blest by grace divine.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lady! devoutly honoured and beloved</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Through every realm confided to thy sway; <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">Mayst thou pursue thy course by God approved,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And He will teach thy people to obey.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As thou art wont, thy sovereignty adorn</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With woman’s gentleness, yet firm and staid;</div> -<div class="verse">So shall that earthly crown thy brows have worn <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Be changed for one whose glory cannot fade.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And now, by duty urged, I lay this Book</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Before thy Majesty, in humble trust</div> -<div class="verse">That on its simplest pages thou wilt look</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With a benign indulgence more than just. <span class="linenum">20</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[320]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nor wilt thou blame an aged Poet’s prayer,</div> -<div class="verse">That issuing hence may steal into thy mind</div> -<div class="verse">Some solace under weight of royal care,</div> -<div class="verse">Or grief—the inheritance of humankind.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For know we not that from celestial spheres, <span class="linenum">25</span></div> -<div class="verse">When Time was young, an inspiration came</div> -<div class="verse">(Oh, were it mine!) to hallow saddest tears,</div> -<div class="verse">And help life onward in its noblest aim.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse attribution">W.W.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>9th January 1846.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_428" id="Footnote_428"></a><a href="#FNanchor_428"><span class="label">[428]</span></a> Compare the address presented by the Deputies of the Kingdom of -Italy to Buonaparte, on Oct. 27, 1808, beginning, “Deign, Sovereign Master -of all Things.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h2 id="ch1847">1847</h2> - -<h3>ODE, PERFORMED IN THE SENATE-HOUSE, CAMBRIDGE, -ON THE 6TH OF JULY 1847, AT THE -FIRST COMMENCEMENT AFTER THE INSTALLATION -OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE ALBERT, -CHANCELLOR OF THE UNIVERSITY.<a name="FNanchor_429" id="FNanchor_429"></a><a href="#Footnote_429" class="fnanchor">[429]</a></h3> - -<h4>INSTALLATION ODE</h4> - -<p class="center">Composed 1847.—Published 1847.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">INTRODUCTION AND CHORUS</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For thirst of power that Heaven disowns,</div> -<div class="verse">For temples, towers, and thrones,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[321]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Too long insulted by the Spoiler’s shock,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Indignant Europe cast</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Her stormy foe at last</div> -<div class="verse">To reap the whirlwind on a Libyan rock.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">SOLO.—TENOR</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">War is passion’s basest game</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Madly played to win a name;</div> -<div class="verse">Up starts some tyrant, Earth and Heaven to dare;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The servile million bow;</div> -<div class="verse">But will the lightning glance aside to spare</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The Despot’s laurelled brow?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">CHORUS</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">War is mercy, glory, fame,</div> -<div class="verse">Waged in Freedom’s holy cause;</div> -<div class="verse">Freedom, such as Man may claim</div> -<div class="verse">Under God’s restraining laws.</div> -<div class="verse">Such is Albion’s fame and glory:</div> -<div class="verse">Let rescued Europe tell the story.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">RECIT. (<i>accompanied</i>).—CONTRALTO</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But lo, what sudden cloud has darkened all</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The land as with a funeral pall?</div> -<div class="verse">The Rose of England suffers blight,</div> -<div class="verse">The flower has drooped, the Isle’s delight,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Flower and bud together fall—</div> -<div class="verse">A Nation’s hopes lie crushed in Claremont’s desolate hall.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">AIR.—SOPRANO</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Time a chequered mantle wears;—</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Earth awakes from wintry sleep;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[322]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Again the Tree a blossom bears,—</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Cease, Britannia, cease to weep!</div> -<div class="verse">Hark to the peals on this bright May-morn!</div> -<div class="verse">They tell that your future Queen is born!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">SOPRANO SOLO AND CHORUS</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">A Guardian Angel fluttered</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Above the Babe, unseen;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">One word he softly uttered—</div> -<div class="verse indent2">It named the future Queen:</div> -<div class="verse">And a joyful cry through the Island rang,</div> -<div class="verse">As clear and bold as the trumpet’s clang,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As bland as the reed of peace—</div> -<div class="verse indent2">“VICTORIA be her name!”</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For righteous triumphs are the base</div> -<div class="verse">Whereon Britannia rests her peaceful fame.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">QUARTETT</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Time, in his mantle’s sunniest fold,</div> -<div class="verse">Uplifted in his arms the child;</div> -<div class="verse">And, while the fearless Infant smiled,</div> -<div class="verse">Her happier destiny foretold:—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“Infancy, by Wisdom mild,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Trained to health and artless beauty;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Youth, by Pleasure unbeguiled</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From the lore of lofty duty;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Womanhood in pure renown,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Seated on her lineal throne:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Leaves of myrtle in her Crown,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Fresh with lustre all their own.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Love, the treasure worth possessing</div> -<div class="verse indent1">More than all the world beside,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">This shall be her choicest blessing,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Oft to royal hearts denied.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">RECIT. (<i>accompanied</i>).—BASS</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That eve, the Star of Brunswick shone</div> -<div class="verse indent2">With stedfast ray benign</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[323]</a></span> -<div class="verse">On Gotha’s ducal roof, and on</div> -<div class="verse indent2">The softly flowing Leine;</div> -<div class="verse">Nor failed to gild the spires of Bonn,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And glittered on the Rhine.—</div> -<div class="verse">Old Camus too on that prophetic night</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Was conscious of the ray;</div> -<div class="verse">And his willows whispered in its light,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Not to the Zephyr’s sway,</div> -<div class="verse">But with a Delphic life, in sight</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Of this auspicious day:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">CHORUS</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">This day, when Granta hails her chosen Lord,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And proud of her award,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Confiding in the Star serene</div> -<div class="verse">Welcomes the Consort of a happy Queen.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">AIR.—CONTRALTO</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Prince, in these Collegiate bowers,</div> -<div class="verse">Where Science, leagued with holier truth,</div> -<div class="verse">Guards the sacred heart of youth,</div> -<div class="verse">Solemn monitors are ours.</div> -<div class="verse">These reverend aisles, these hallowed towers,</div> -<div class="verse">Raised by many a hand august,</div> -<div class="verse">Are haunted by majestic Powers,</div> -<div class="verse">The memories of the Wise and Just,</div> -<div class="verse">Who, faithful to a pious trust,</div> -<div class="verse">Here, in the Founder’s spirit sought</div> -<div class="verse">To mould and stamp the ore of thought</div> -<div class="verse">In that bold form and impress high</div> -<div class="verse">That best betoken patriot loyalty.</div> -<div class="verse">Not in vain those Sages taught.—</div> -<div class="verse">True disciples, good as great,</div> -<div class="verse">Have pondered here their country’s weal,</div> -<div class="verse">Weighed the Future by the Past,</div> -<div class="verse">Learned how social frames may last,</div> -<div class="verse">And how a Land may rule its fate</div> -<div class="verse">By constancy inviolate,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[324]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent1">Though worlds to their foundations reel,</div> -<div class="verse">The sport of factious Hate or godless Zeal.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">AIR.—BASS</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Albert, in thy race we cherish</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A Nation’s strength that will not perish</div> -<div class="verse indent1">While England’s sceptered Line</div> -<div class="verse indent1">True to the King of Kings is found;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Like that Wise<a name="FNanchor_430" id="FNanchor_430"></a><a href="#Footnote_430" class="fnanchor">[430]</a> Ancestor of thine</div> -<div class="verse">Who threw the Saxon shield o’er Luther’s life,</div> -<div class="verse">When first, above the yells of bigot strife,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The trumpet of the Living Word</div> -<div class="verse">Assumed a voice of deep portentous sound</div> -<div class="verse">From gladdened Elbe to startled Tiber heard.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">CHORUS</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What shield more sublime</div> -<div class="verse">E’er was blazoned or sung?</div> -<div class="verse">And the PRINCE whom we greet</div> -<div class="verse">From its Hero is sprung.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Resound, resound the strain</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That hails him for our own!</div> -<div class="verse">Again, again, and yet again;</div> -<div class="verse">For the Church, the State, the Throne!—</div> -<div class="verse">And that Presence fair and bright,</div> -<div class="verse">Ever blest wherever seen,</div> -<div class="verse">Who deigns to grace our festal rite,</div> -<div class="verse">The pride of the Islands, VICTORIA THE QUEEN!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_429" id="Footnote_429"></a><a href="#FNanchor_429"><span class="label">[429]</span></a> This “Ode” was printed and sung at Cambridge on the occasion of the -installation of His Royal Highness Prince Albert as Chancellor of the -University. It was published in the newspapers of the following day, as -“written for the occasion by the Poet Laureate, by royal command.”</p> - -<p>There is no evidence, however, that Wordsworth wrote a single line of it. -Dr. Cradock used to attribute the authorship to the poet’s nephew, the late -Bishop of Lincoln. It is much more likely that Edward Quillinan was the -author of the whole, although Christopher Wordsworth may have revised it. -Mr. Aubrey de Vere wrote to me, November 12, 1893, “It was from Miss -Fenwick that I heard that the Laureate poem (<i>Ode, etc.</i>), was written by -Quillinan, at Wordsworth’s request, he having himself wholly failed in a -reluctant attempt to write one. If he <i>had</i> written it, I doubt much whether -he would ever have admitted it to a place among his works, for he did not -hold ‘Laureate Odes’ in honour, and had only taken the Laureateship on -the condition that he was to write none. Tennyson made the same condition: -which could not, of course, interfere with either poet addressing -lines to the Queen, if they felt specially moved from within to do so.”</p> - -<p>Miss Frances Arnold writes, “Miss Quillinan was my authority for saying -that the Cambridge Ode had been written by her father, owing to the deep -depression in which Wordsworth then was.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_430" id="Footnote_430"></a><a href="#FNanchor_430"><span class="label">[430]</span></a> Frederic the Wise, Elector of Saxony (1847).</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[325]</a></span></p> - -</div> - -<h3>TO MISS SELLON</h3> - -<p>This sonnet exists, <i>in Wordsworth’s handwriting</i>; but it is -doubtful whether it was written by him, or not. Possibly Mr. -Quillinan wrote it. The place, and the date of composition—given -in MS.—are, “Ambleside, 22nd February, 1849.” Miss -Sellon was a relation of the late Count Cavour.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The vestal priestess of a sisterhood who knows</div> -<div class="verse">No self, and whom the selfish scorn—</div> -<div class="verse">She seeks a wilderness of weed and thorn,</div> -<div class="verse">And, undiverted from the blessed mood</div> -<div class="verse">By keen reproach or blind ingratitude, <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">A wreath she twines of blossoms lowly born—</div> -<div class="verse">An amaranthine crown of flowers forlorn—</div> -<div class="verse">And hangs her garland on the Holy Rood.</div> -<div class="verse">Sister of Mercy, bravely hast thou won</div> -<div class="verse">From men who winnow charity from Faith <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">The Pharasaic sneer that treats as dross</div> -<div class="verse">The works by faith ordained. Pursue thy path,</div> -<div class="verse">Till, at the last, thou hear the voice—“Well done,</div> -<div class="verse">Thou good and faithful servant of the Cross.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>“THE WORSHIP OF THIS SABBATH MORN”</h3> - -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By Dorothy Wordsworth</span></p> - -<p>These lines were published in <i>The Monthly Packet</i>, in July -1891, where the following note is appended by Miss Christabel -Coleridge:—“Written <i>circa</i> 1852-3, and given to Mrs. Derwent -Coleridge.” But Miss Edith Coleridge, and Mr. E. H. -Coleridge, tell me that they think they “belong to an earlier -period.” Mr. Coleridge writes, “I have heard Miss Wordsworth -repeat the lines now printed, seated in her arm-chair, on -the terrace at Rydal Mount.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[326]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The worship of this Sabbath morn,</div> -<div class="verse">How sweetly it begins!</div> -<div class="verse">With the full choral hymn of birds</div> -<div class="verse">Mingles no sad lament for sins.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Alas! my feet no more may join <span class="linenum">5</span></div> -<div class="verse">The cheerful Sabbath train;</div> -<div class="verse">But if I inwardly lament,</div> -<div class="verse">Oh! may a will subdued all grief restrain.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No prisoner am I on this couch,</div> -<div class="verse">My mind is free to roam, <span class="linenum">10</span></div> -<div class="verse">And leisure, peace, and loving friends,</div> -<div class="verse">Are the best treasures of an earthly home.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Such gifts are mine, then why deplore</div> -<div class="verse">The body’s slow decay?</div> -<div class="verse">A warning mercifully sent <span class="linenum">15</span></div> -<div class="verse">To fix my hopes upon a surer stay.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[327]</a></span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[328]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="A_WORDSWORTH_BIBLIOGRAPHY">A WORDSWORTH BIBLIOGRAPHY</h2> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[329]</a></span></p> - -<h3 id="I_GREAT_BRITAIN">I.—<i>GREAT BRITAIN</i></h3> - -<h4>I<br /> -EDITIONS PUBLISHED DURING WORDSWORTH’S -LIFETIME</h4> - -<p>In the Bibliographies by Mr. Tutin and Professor Dowden -there are numerous and valuable details as to these editions, which -it is unnecessary to reproduce here.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="bibliography"> - -<h5>1</h5> - -<p class="date">1793. <span class="smcap">An Evening Walk.</span> An Epistle; in verse. Addressed -to a Young Lady, from the Lakes of the -North of England. By W. Wordsworth, B. A., of -St. John’s, Cambridge. London: printed for J. -Johnson, St. Paul’s Church-yard. 4to.</p> - -<h5>2</h5> - -<p class="date">1793. <span class="smcap">Descriptive Sketches.</span> In verse. Taken during a -pedestrian tour in the Italian, Grison, Swiss, and -Savoyard Alps. By W. Wordsworth, B. A., of -St. John’s, Cambridge. Loca pastorum deserta -atque otia dia.—<i>Lucret.</i> Castella in tumulis—Et -longe saltus lateque vacantes.—<i>Virgil.</i> London: -printed for J. Johnson, St. Paul’s Churchyard. -4to.</p> - -<h5>3</h5> - -<p class="date">1798. <span class="smcap">Lyrical Ballads</span>, with a few other Poems. Bristol: -printed by Biggs and Cottle; for T. N. Longman, -Paternoster-Row, London. 8vo.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[330]</a></span></p> - -<p class="date">1798. <span class="smcap">Lyrical Ballads</span>, with a few other Poems. London: -printed for J. & A. Arch, Gracechurch Street. -8vo.<a name="FNanchor_431" id="FNanchor_431"></a><a href="#Footnote_431" class="fnanchor">[431]</a></p> - -<h5>4</h5> - -<p class="date">1800. <span class="smcap">Lyrical Ballads</span>, with other Poems. In two volumes. -By W. Wordsworth. Quam nihil ad genium. -Papiniane, tuum! Vol. I. Second Edition. -[Vol. II.] London: printed for T. N. Longman -and O. Rees, Paternoster-Row, by Biggs and -Co., Bristol. 8vo.<a name="FNanchor_432" id="FNanchor_432"></a><a href="#Footnote_432" class="fnanchor">[432]</a></p> - -<h5>5</h5> - -<p class="date">1802. <span class="smcap">Lyrical Ballads</span>, with Pastoral and other Poems. -In two volumes. By W. Wordsworth. Quam nihil -ad genium, Papiniane, tuum! Third Edition. -London: printed for T. N. Longman & O. -Rees, Paternoster-Row, by Biggs and Cottle, -Crane-Court, Fleet-Street. 8vo.<a name="FNanchor_433" id="FNanchor_433"></a><a href="#Footnote_433" class="fnanchor">[433]</a></p> - -<h5>6</h5> - -<p class="date">1805. <span class="smcap">Lyrical Ballads</span>, with Pastoral and other Poems. -In two volumes. By W. Wordsworth. Quam nihil -ad genium, Papiniane, tuum! Fourth Edition. -London: printed for Longman, Hurst, Rees, &<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[331]</a></span> -Orme, by R. Taylor and Co., 38 Shoe Lane. -8vo.<a name="FNanchor_434" id="FNanchor_434"></a><a href="#Footnote_434" class="fnanchor">[434]</a></p> - -<h5>7</h5> - -<p class="date">1807. <span class="smcap">Poems</span>, in two volumes, By William Wordsworth, -Author of the Lyrical Ballads. <i>Posterius -graviore sono tibi Musa loquetur Nostra, dabunt -cum securos mihi tempora fructus.</i> Vol. I. [Vol. -II.] London: printed for Longman, Hurst, Rees, -and Orme, Paternoster-Row. 12mo.</p> - -<h5>8</h5> - -<p class="date">1809. <span class="smcap">Concerning the Relations of Great Britain, -Spain, and Portugal, to each Other, and -to the Common Enemy, at this Crisis</span>; -and specifically as affected by the Convention of -Cintra: <i>The whole brought to the test of those -principles by which alone the Independence and -Freedom of Nations can be Preserved or Recovered</i>. -Qui didicit patriae quid debeat;—Quod sit conscripti, -quod judicis officium; quae Partes in -bellum missi ducis. By William Wordsworth. -London: printed for Longman, Hurst, Rees, -and Orme, Paternoster-Row. 8vo.</p> - -<h5>9</h5> - -<p class="date">1814. <span class="smcap">The Excursion</span>, being a portion of The Recluse, -a Poem. By William Wordsworth. London: -printed for Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and -Brown, Paternoster-Row. 4to.<a name="FNanchor_435" id="FNanchor_435"></a><a href="#Footnote_435" class="fnanchor">[435]</a></p> - -<h5>10</h5> - -<p class="date">1815. <span class="smcap">Poems by William Wordsworth</span>: including Lyrical -Ballads, and the Miscellaneous Pieces of the -Author. With additional Poems, a new Preface, -and a Supplementary Essay. In two volumes. -Vol. I. [Vol. II.] London: printed for Longman,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[332]</a></span> -Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, Paternoster-Row. -8vo.<a name="FNanchor_436" id="FNanchor_436"></a><a href="#Footnote_436" class="fnanchor">[436]</a></p> - -<h5>11</h5> - -<p class="date">1815. <span class="smcap">The White Doe of Rylstone; or, The Fate Of -the Nortons.</span> A Poem. By William Wordsworth. -London: Printed for Longman, Hurst, -Rees, Orme, and Brown, Paternoster-Row, by -James Ballantyne and Co., Edinburgh. 4to.<a name="FNanchor_437" id="FNanchor_437"></a><a href="#Footnote_437" class="fnanchor">[437]</a></p> - -<h5>12</h5> - -<p class="date">1816. <span class="smcap">A Letter to a Friend of Robert Burns</span>: -occasioned by an intended republication of the -account of the Life of Burns, by Dr. Currie; -and of the Selection made by him from his Letters. -By William Wordsworth. London: Printed for -Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, Paternoster-Row. -8vo.<a name="FNanchor_438" id="FNanchor_438"></a><a href="#Footnote_438" class="fnanchor">[438]</a></p> - -<h5>13</h5> - -<p class="date">1816. <span class="smcap">Thanksgiving Ode</span>, January 18, 1816. With other -short Pieces, chiefly referring to Recent Public -Events. By William Wordsworth. London: -Printed by Thomas Davison, Whitefriars; for -Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, -Paternoster-Row. 8vo.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[333]</a></span></p> - -<h5>14</h5> - -<p class="date">1818. <span class="smcap">Two Addresses to the Freeholders of Westmoreland.</span> -Kendal: Printed by Airy and -Bellingham. 8vo.</p> - -<h5>15</h5> - -<p class="date">1819. <span class="smcap">Peter Bell</span>, a Tale in Verse, by William Wordsworth. -London: Printed by Strahan and Spottiswoode. -Printers-Street; for Longman, Hurst, Rees, -Orme, and Brown, Paternoster-Row. 8vo.<a name="FNanchor_439" id="FNanchor_439"></a><a href="#Footnote_439" class="fnanchor">[439]</a></p> - -<h5>16</h5> - -<p class="date">1819. <span class="smcap">Peter Bell</span>, A Tale in Verse, by William Wordsworth. -Second Edition. London: Printed by -Strahan and Spottiswoode, Printers-Street; for -Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, Paternoster-Row. -8vo.</p> - -<h5>17</h5> - -<p class="date">1819. <span class="smcap">The Waggoner</span>, a Poem, to which are added, Sonnets. -By William Wordsworth. “What’s in a <span class="smcap">Name</span>?” -“Brutus will start a Spirit as soon as Cæsar,” -London: Printed by Strahan & Spottiswoode, -Printers-Street; for Longman, Hurst, Rees, -Orme, & Brown, Paternoster-Row. 8vo.<a name="FNanchor_440" id="FNanchor_440"></a><a href="#Footnote_440" class="fnanchor">[440]</a></p> - -<h5>18</h5> - -<p class="date">1820. <span class="smcap">The River Duddon</span>, a Series of Sonnets; Vaudracour -and Julia: and other Poems. To which -is annexed, a Topographical Description of the -Country of the Lakes, in the North of England. -By William Wordsworth. London: Printed for -Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, -Paternoster-Row. 8vo.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[334]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_441" id="FNanchor_441"></a><a href="#Footnote_441" class="fnanchor">[441]</a></p> - -<h5>19</h5> - -<p class="date">1820. <span class="smcap">The Miscellaneous Poems of William Wordsworth.</span> -In four volumes. London: Printed -for Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, -Paternoster-Row. 12mo.<a name="FNanchor_442" id="FNanchor_442"></a><a href="#Footnote_442" class="fnanchor">[442]</a></p> - -<h5>20</h5> - -<p class="date">1820. <span class="smcap">The Excursion</span>, being a portion of The Recluse, -A Poem. By William Wordsworth. Second -Edition. London: Printed for Longman, Hurst, -Rees, Orme, and Brown, Paternoster-Row. 8vo.</p> - -<h5>21</h5> - -<p class="date">1822. <span class="smcap">Memorials of a Tour on the Continent</span>, 1820. -By William Wordsworth. London: Printed for -Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, Paternoster-Row. -8vo.</p> - -<h5>22</h5> - -<p class="date">1822. <span class="smcap">Ecclesiastical Sketches.</span> By William Wordsworth. -London: Printed for Longman, Hurst, Rees, -Orme, and Brown, Paternoster-Row. 8vo.<a name="FNanchor_443" id="FNanchor_443"></a><a href="#Footnote_443" class="fnanchor">[443]</a></p> - -<h5>23</h5> - -<p class="date">1822. <span class="smcap">A Description of the Scenery of the Lakes in -the North of England.</span> Third Edition (now -first published separately), with additions, and -illustrative remarks upon the Scenery of the Alps. -By William Wordsworth. London: printed for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[335]</a></span> -Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, -Paternoster-Row. 12mo.<a name="FNanchor_444" id="FNanchor_444"></a><a href="#Footnote_444" class="fnanchor">[444]</a></p> - -<h5>24</h5> - -<p class="date">1827. <span class="smcap">The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth.</span> -In five volumes. London: Printed for Longman, -Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, Paternoster-Row. -12mo.<a name="FNanchor_445" id="FNanchor_445"></a><a href="#Footnote_445" class="fnanchor">[445]</a></p> - -<h5>25</h5> - -<p class="date">1828. <span class="smcap">The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth.</span> -Complete in one volume. Paris: Published by A. -and W. Galignani, No. 18, Rue Vivienne. 8vo.<a name="FNanchor_446" id="FNanchor_446"></a><a href="#Footnote_446" class="fnanchor">[446]</a></p> - -<h5>26</h5> - -<p class="date">1831. <span class="smcap">Selections from the Poems of William Wordsworth, -Esq.</span>, chiefly for the use of Schools and -Young Persons. London: Edward Moxon, 64 -New Bond Street. 12mo.<a name="FNanchor_447" id="FNanchor_447"></a><a href="#Footnote_447" class="fnanchor">[447]</a></p> - -<h5>27</h5> - -<p class="date">1832. <span class="smcap">The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth.</span> -A new Edition. In four volumes. London: -Printed for Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green, -& Longman, Paternoster-Row. 8vo.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[336]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_448" id="FNanchor_448"></a><a href="#Footnote_448" class="fnanchor">[448]</a></p> - -<h5>28</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">Selections from the Poems of William Wordsworth, -Esq.</span>, chiefly for the use of Schools and -young persons. A New Edition. London: -Edward Moxon, Dover Street. <span class="smcapuc">MDCCCXXXIV.</span></p> - -<h5>29</h5> - -<p>The Memorial Lines “Written after the Death of -Charles Lamb” were issued privately, without -title or date, probably late in 1835, or early in -1836. 8vo. pp. 7.</p> - -<h5>30</h5> - -<p class="date">1835. <span class="smcap">Yarrow Revisited, and other Poems.</span> By William -Wordsworth.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Poets … dwell on earth</div> -<div class="verse">To clothe whate’er the soul admires and loves;</div> -<div class="verse">With language and with numbers.—<span class="smcap">Akenside.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>London: printed for Longman, Rees, Orme, -Brown, Green, & Longman, Paternoster-Row; -and Edward Moxon, Dover Street. 12mo.</p> - -<h5>31</h5> - -<p class="date">1835. <span class="smcap">A Guide through the District of the Lakes -in the North of England</span>, with a Description -of the Scenery, &c. For the use of Tourists -and Residents. Fifth Edition, with considerable -additions. By William Wordsworth. Kendal: -published by Hudson and Nicholson; and in -London by Longman & Co., Moxon, and Whittaker -and Co. 12mo.</p> - -<h5>32</h5> - -<p class="date">1836. <span class="smcap">Yarrow Revisited, and other Poems.</span> By William -Wordsworth.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Poets … dwell on earth</div> -<div class="verse">To clothe whate’er the soul admires and loves;</div> -<div class="verse">With language and with numbers.—<span class="smcap">Akenside.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Second Edition. London: printed for Longman, -Rees, Orme, Brown, Green, & Longman,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[337]</a></span> -Paternoster-Row; and Edward Moxon, Dover -Street. 8vo.<a name="FNanchor_449" id="FNanchor_449"></a><a href="#Footnote_449" class="fnanchor">[449]</a></p> - -<h5>33</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">The Excursion.</span> A Poem. By William Wordsworth. -A New Edition. London: Edward -Moxon, Dover Street. <span class="smcapuc">MDCCCXXXVI.</span> 8vo.<a name="FNanchor_450" id="FNanchor_450"></a><a href="#Footnote_450" class="fnanchor">[450]</a></p> - -<h5>34</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth.</span> -A New Edition. In six volumes. Vol. I. (Vol. -II.-VI.) London: Edward Moxon, Dover Street. -<span class="smcapuc">MDCCCXXXVI.-MDCCCXXXVII.</span> Fcap. 8vo.<a name="FNanchor_451" id="FNanchor_451"></a><a href="#Footnote_451" class="fnanchor">[451]</a></p> - -<h5>35</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">The Sonnets of William Wordsworth.</span> Collected -in one volume, with a few additional ones, now -first published. London: Edward Moxon, Dover -Street. <span class="smcapuc">MDCCCXXXVIII</span>. 8vo.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[338]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_452" id="FNanchor_452"></a><a href="#Footnote_452" class="fnanchor">[452]</a></p> - -<h5>36</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">Yarrow Revisited; and other Poems.</span> By William -Wordsworth. London: Edward Moxon, Dover -Street. <span class="smcapuc">MDCCCXXXIX.</span> 18mo.<a name="FNanchor_453" id="FNanchor_453"></a><a href="#Footnote_453" class="fnanchor">[453]</a></p> - -<h5>37</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">Poems, chiefly of early and late years</span>; including -The Borderers, a Tragedy. By William -Wordsworth. London: Edward Moxon, Dover -Street. <span class="smcapuc">MDCCCXLII.</span> 8vo.<a name="FNanchor_454" id="FNanchor_454"></a><a href="#Footnote_454" class="fnanchor">[454]</a></p> - -<h5>38</h5> - -<p class="date">1843. <span class="smcap">Select Pieces from the Poems of William -Wordsworth.</span> London: James Burns. Sq. -12mo.<a name="FNanchor_455" id="FNanchor_455"></a><a href="#Footnote_455" class="fnanchor">[455]</a></p> - -<h5>39</h5> - -<p class="date">1844. <span class="smcap">Kendal and Windermere Railway.</span> Two Letters, -re-printed from the Morning Post. Revised, with -additions. Kendal: printed by R. Branthwaite -and Son.</p> - -<h5>40</h5> - -<p class="date">1845. <span class="smcap">The Poems of William Wordsworth</span>, D.C.L., -Poet Laureate, etc. etc. A New Edition. London: -Edward Moxon, Dover Street. <span class="smcapuc">MDCCCXLV.</span> -Royal 8vo.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[339]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_456" id="FNanchor_456"></a><a href="#Footnote_456" class="fnanchor">[456]</a></p> - -<h5>41</h5> - -<p class="date">1847. <span class="smcap">Ode</span>, performed in the Senate-House, Cambridge, on -the sixth of July, <span class="smcap">M.DCCC.XLVII</span>. At the first -commencement after the Installation of his Royal -Highness the Prince Albert, Chancellor of the -University. Cambridge: printed at the University -Press. 4to.</p> - -<h5>42</h5> - -<p class="date">1847. <span class="smcap">Ode</span> on the installation of His Royal Highness Prince -Albert as Chancellor of the University of Cambridge. -By William Wordsworth, Poet Laureate. -London: Printed, by permission, by Vizetelley -Brothers & Co. Published by George Bell, Fleet -Street. 4to.</p> - -<h5>43</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth</span>, -D.C.L., Poet Laureate, etc. etc. In six volumes. -A New Edition. London: Edward Moxon, -Dover Street. <span class="smcapuc">MDCCCXLIX.-MDCCCL.</span> 12mo.<a name="FNanchor_457" id="FNanchor_457"></a><a href="#Footnote_457" class="fnanchor">[457]</a></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_431" id="Footnote_431"></a><a href="#FNanchor_431"><span class="label">[431]</span></a> These two editions of 1798 are the same; but as Cottle sold -to Arch most of the copies printed, the majority bear the name of -Arch as publisher.</p> - -<p>Four of the poems were by S.T. Coleridge, viz. <i>The Rime of -the Ancyent Marinere</i>; <i>The Foster-Mother’s Tale</i>; <i>The Nightingale, -a Conversational Poem</i>; and <i>The Dungeon</i>.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_432" id="Footnote_432"></a><a href="#FNanchor_432"><span class="label">[432]</span></a> The first volume of this edition is a reprint of the editions -of 1798, <i>The Convict</i> being left out. In it there is one poem by -Coleridge entitled <i>Love</i>, which was not in the edition of 1798. -The poems in the second volume are new. The preface to Volume -1. contains Wordsworth’s poetical theory in its original form. -This preface was included in the 1802 and 1805 editions of Lyrical -Ballads, and also—in an expanded form—in almost every subsequent -edition of his poems.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_433" id="Footnote_433"></a><a href="#FNanchor_433"><span class="label">[433]</span></a> This was almost a reproduction of the two volumes of 1800, -with a few variations of text. The preface, however, was much -enlarged. The poem <i>A Character in the Antithetical Manner</i> -was left out, also Coleridge’s poem <i>The Dungeon</i>.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_434" id="Footnote_434"></a><a href="#FNanchor_434"><span class="label">[434]</span></a> A reprint of the edition of 1802, with slight variations of text.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_435" id="Footnote_435"></a><a href="#FNanchor_435"><span class="label">[435]</span></a> The <i>Essay on Epitaphs</i> inserted in the notes to this volume -was originally published in <i>The Friend</i>, February 22, 1810.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_436" id="Footnote_436"></a><a href="#FNanchor_436"><span class="label">[436]</span></a> This was the first edition of Wordsworth’s Poems arranged -by him under distinctive headings, viz. “Poems referring to the -Period of Childhood,” “Juvenile Pieces,” “Poems founded on -the Affections,” “Poems of the Fancy,” “Poems of the Imagination,” -“Poems proceeding from Sentiment and Reflection,” -“Miscellaneous Sonnets,” “Sonnets, etc., dedicated to Liberty,” -“Poems on the Naming of Places,” “Inscriptions,” “Poems -referring to the Period of Old Age,” “Epitaphs and Elegiac -Poems,” “Ode, Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of -Childhood.” In it, he gave <i>dates</i> to his poems.</p> - -<p>In Volume <span class="smcapuc">I.</span> is an engraving by Mr. Bromley from a picture -by Sir George Beaumont; Volume <span class="smcapuc">II.</span> has an engraving by Mr. -Reynolds from Sir George’s picture of Peele Castle in a storm.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_437" id="Footnote_437"></a><a href="#FNanchor_437"><span class="label">[437]</span></a> The poem <i>The Force of Prayer; or, the Founding of Bolton -Priory</i> follows the <i>White Doe of Rylstone</i>; and the volume contains -an engraving by Mr. Bromley from a painting of Bolton Abbey by -Sir George Beaumont.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_438" id="Footnote_438"></a><a href="#FNanchor_438"><span class="label">[438]</span></a> The “Friend” was Mr. James Gray, Edinburgh.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_439" id="Footnote_439"></a><a href="#FNanchor_439"><span class="label">[439]</span></a> The volume contains an engraving by Mr. Bromley from a -painting by Sir George Beaumont. In addition to <i>Peter Bell</i>, this -volume contained four sonnets.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_440" id="Footnote_440"></a><a href="#FNanchor_440"><span class="label">[440]</span></a> This volume was dedicated to Charles Lamb.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_441" id="Footnote_441"></a><a href="#FNanchor_441"><span class="label">[441]</span></a> In 1820 the four separate publications, <i>The Waggoner</i>, etc., -<i>Thanksgiving Ode</i>, etc., <i>Peter Bell</i>, etc., and <i>The River Duddon, -Vaudracour and Julia</i>, etc., were bound up together with their -separate title-pages, and issued under the title, <i>Poems by William -Wordsworth</i>, making Volume <span class="smcapuc">III.</span> of the <i>Miscellaneous Poems</i>.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_442" id="Footnote_442"></a><a href="#FNanchor_442"><span class="label">[442]</span></a> Each of these volumes contained an engraving from a picture -by Sir George Beaumont. They were “Lucy Gray,” “Peter -Bell,” “The White Doe of Rylstone,” and “Peele Castle.” All -had appeared in previous editions. The “Advertisement” states -that this edition contains the whole of the published poems of the -Author, with the exception of <i>The Excursion</i>, and that a few -Sonnets “are now first published.”</p> - -<p>It is worthy of note that, in this edition, Wordsworth for the -first time abandoned the practice of putting in an apostrophe, -instead of a vowel letter, in words ending with “ed,” and in -similar cases of contraction.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_443" id="Footnote_443"></a><a href="#FNanchor_443"><span class="label">[443]</span></a> Wordsworth added to this series of Sonnets, in the one-volume -edition of 1845 which contained 132. In the first edition, there -were 102 sonnets.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_444" id="Footnote_444"></a><a href="#FNanchor_444"><span class="label">[444]</span></a> This originally appeared as an Introduction to Wilkinson’s -<i>Select Views in Cumberland, Westmoreland, and Lancashire</i>, -which was published in 1810. In 1820 it was included (see No. -18) in <i>The River Duddon: A Series of Sonnets</i>. In 1823 a fourth -edition appeared which was a reprint of that of 1822.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_445" id="Footnote_445"></a><a href="#FNanchor_445"><span class="label">[445]</span></a> To this edition Wordsworth prefixed the following “Advertisement”:—“In -these volumes will be found the whole of the Author’s -published poems, for the first time collected in a uniform edition, -with several new pieces interspersed.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_446" id="Footnote_446"></a><a href="#FNanchor_446"><span class="label">[446]</span></a> In this edition—copied without authority, from the poet or his -publishers, and with many errata, from the issue of 1827—there is -an engraving of Wordsworth by Mr. Wedgewood, after the portrait -by Carruthers, now in the possession of Mr. Hutchinson at -Kimbolton. The Galignani edition of Southey is even worse; -three poems, not by Southey, being included in it.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_447" id="Footnote_447"></a><a href="#FNanchor_447"><span class="label">[447]</span></a> The editor of these selections was Joseph Hine.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_448" id="Footnote_448"></a><a href="#FNanchor_448"><span class="label">[448]</span></a> The “Advertisement” to this edition is as follows:—“The -contents of the last edition in five volumes are compressed into the -present of four, with some additional pieces reprinted from -miscellaneous publications.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_449" id="Footnote_449"></a><a href="#FNanchor_449"><span class="label">[449]</span></a> As this volume (No. 32 in the list) was the last printed for the -Messrs. Longman, and issued by that firm and by Mr. Moxon -jointly, it is desirable to mention here, in a footnote, that, with the -exception of <i>The Evening Walk</i> and <i>Descriptive Sketches</i> (which -were published by J. Johnson) every one of Wordsworth’s works -from 1798 to 1836—thirty in number—were introduced to the -world by the Messrs. Longman. It is questionable if any firm has -ever had a similar “record” in connection with the works of -any great poet.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_450" id="Footnote_450"></a><a href="#FNanchor_450"><span class="label">[450]</span></a> A reprint of the sixth volume of the 1836-37 edition. It was -again reprinted in 1841, 1844, and 1847.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_451" id="Footnote_451"></a><a href="#FNanchor_451"><span class="label">[451]</span></a> Volumes one and two are dated 1836; the remaining four 1837. -This edition was stereotyped. It was reprinted in 1840, 1841, -1842, 1843, 1846, 1849, etc.; and some of the reprints contain -slight variations of text, etc. All the editions issued after 1841 -include the volume, <i>Poems of Early and Late Years</i> (see No. 37) -as a seventh volume. After 1850 <i>The Prelude</i> was added as an -eighth volume.</p> - -<p>In the first volume of this edition there is a steel engraving by -Mr. Watt of a portrait of the Poet by W. Pickersgill, which is in -St. John’s College, Cambridge. This engraving was reproduced in -the editions of 1840, 1841, and following ones.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_452" id="Footnote_452"></a><a href="#FNanchor_452"><span class="label">[452]</span></a> This edition includes (as its “Advertisement” tells us) -“twelve new Sonnets which were composed while the sheets were -going through the press.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_453" id="Footnote_453"></a><a href="#FNanchor_453"><span class="label">[453]</span></a> Mr. Tutin writes in his Wordsworth Bibliography:—“This -Pocket edition of <i>Yarrow Revisited</i>, etc., is the third separate -issue of the Poem. It seems to have been intended as a supplementary -volume to the four vol. edition of 1832, as the sheets of -it are all imprinted ‘Vol. v.,’ but I have no direct proof that it -was ever so issued.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_454" id="Footnote_454"></a><a href="#FNanchor_454"><span class="label">[454]</span></a> In his “Advertisement” the Author states that about one-third -of the Poem <i>Guilt and Sorrow</i> was written in 1794, and was -published in the year 1798 under the title of <i>The Female -Vagrant</i>.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_455" id="Footnote_455"></a><a href="#FNanchor_455"><span class="label">[455]</span></a> This volume is dedicated “To her Most Sacred Majesty, -Victoria.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_456" id="Footnote_456"></a><a href="#FNanchor_456"><span class="label">[456]</span></a> Frequently republished. After 1851 <i>The Prelude</i> was included. -The edition of 1869 has “nine additional poems,” dated 1846. -All the editions which I have seen contain an engraving by Mr. -Finden from the bust of Wordsworth by Chantrey—the original of -which is at Coleorton Hall—and a picture of Rydal Mount engraved -by Mr. House after Finden. Professor Dowden tells us that, in -some later editions “the Pickersgill portrait, engraved by J. -Skelton, replaces Chantrey’s bust.” In this edition, as in that of -1815, Wordsworth gave dates to his poems.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_457" id="Footnote_457"></a><a href="#FNanchor_457"><span class="label">[457]</span></a> Volumes <span class="smcapuc">I.</span> and <span class="smcapuc">II.</span> are dated 1849, and Volumes <span class="smcapuc">III.-VI.</span> -1850. <i>The Excursion</i> formed the sixth volume. It was reprinted -separately in 1851, 1853, and 1857.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h4>II<br /> -EDITIONS OF THE POEMS, AND OF SELECTIONS -FROM THEM, PUBLISHED AFTER -THE POET’S DEATH.</h4> - -<div class="bibliography"> - -<h5>1</h5> - -<p class="date">1850. <span class="smcap">The Prelude, or Growth of a Poet’s Mind</span>; an -Autobiographical Poem; by William Wordsworth. -London: Edward Moxon, Dover Street. -Demy 8vo.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[340]</a></span></p> - -<h5>2</h5> - -<p class="date">1851. <span class="smcap">The Prelude, or Growth of a Poet’s Mind</span>; an -Autobiographical Poem; By William Wordsworth. -Second Edition. London: Edward Moxon, -Dover Street. Fcap. 8vo.</p> - -<h5>3</h5> - -<p class="date">1855. <span class="smcap">Select Pieces from the Poems of William -Wordsworth.</span> London: Edward Moxon. -Sq. 12mo.</p> - -<h5>4</h5> - -<p class="date">1857. <span class="smcap">The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth.</span> -In six volumes. A new Edition. London: -Edward Moxon, Dover Street. 8vo.<a name="FNanchor_458" id="FNanchor_458"></a><a href="#Footnote_458" class="fnanchor">[458]</a></p> - -<h5>5</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">The Earlier Poems of William Wordsworth.</span> -Corrected as in the latest Editions. With Preface, -and Notes showing the text as it stood in -1815. By William Johnston. London: Edward -Moxon, Dover Street. Fcap. 8vo.</p> - -<h5>6</h5> - -<p class="date">1859. <span class="smcap">The Deserted Cottage.</span> By William Wordsworth. -Illustrated with twenty-one designs by Birket -Foster, J. Wolf, and John Gilbert, engraved by -the Brothers Dalziel. London: George Routledge -and Co., Farringdon Street. New York: -18 Beekman Street. Small 4to.<a name="FNanchor_459" id="FNanchor_459"></a><a href="#Footnote_459" class="fnanchor">[459]</a></p> - -<h5>7</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">Poems of William Wordsworth.</span> Selected and -Edited by Robert Aris Willmott, Incumbent of -Bear Wood. Illustrated with one hundred designs -by Birket Foster, J. Wolf, and John Gilbert,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[341]</a></span> -Engraved by the Brothers Dalziel. London: -George Routledge and Co., Farringdon Street. -New York: 18 Beekman Street, <span class="smcapuc">MDCCCLIX</span>. -Small 4to.</p> - -<h5>8</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">The White Doe of Rylstone; or, the Fate -of the Nortons.</span> By William Wordsworth. -London: Longman, Brown, Green, Longmans, -and Roberts. Small 4to.<a name="FNanchor_460" id="FNanchor_460"></a><a href="#Footnote_460" class="fnanchor">[460]</a></p> - -<h5>9</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">Passages from</span> “<span class="smcap">The Excursion</span>,” by William -Wordsworth, Illustrated with Etchings on Steel -by Agnes Fraser. London: published by Paul -and Dominic Colnaghi and Co., publishers to -Her Majesty, 13 and 14 Pall Mall East. Oblong -4to.<a name="FNanchor_461" id="FNanchor_461"></a><a href="#Footnote_461" class="fnanchor">[461]</a></p> - -<h5>10</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">The White Doe of Rylstone; or, the Fate of -the Nortons.</span> With Illustrations by Birket -Foster, and others. London: Longman, Brown, -Green, Longmans, and Roberts.</p> - -<h5>11</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">Pastoral Poems</span>, by William Wordsworth. London: -Sampson, Low, etc.</p> - -<h5>12</h5> - -<p class="date">1864. <span class="smcap">The Select Poetical Works of William Wordsworth.</span> -Copyright Edition. In two volumes. -Leipzig, Bernhard Tauchnitz.<a name="FNanchor_462" id="FNanchor_462"></a><a href="#Footnote_462" class="fnanchor">[462]</a></p> - -<h5>13</h5> - -<p class="date">1865. <span class="smcap">A Selection from the Works of William -Wordsworth</span>, Poet Laureate. Moxon’s Miniature<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[342]</a></span> -Poets. Selected and arranged by Francis -Turner Palgrave. Published in London: Edward -Moxon & Co., Dover Street. Sq. 12mo.<a name="FNanchor_463" id="FNanchor_463"></a><a href="#Footnote_463" class="fnanchor">[463]</a></p> - -<h5>14</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">The Poems of William Wordsworth.</span> A new -Edition. London: Edward Moxon & Co., -Dover Street.</p> - -<h5>15</h5> - -<p class="date">1867. <span class="smcap">The White Doe of Rylstone; or, the Fate of -the Nortons.</span> By William Wordsworth. -London: Bell and Daldy, 186 Fleet Street. -8vo.<a name="FNanchor_464" id="FNanchor_464"></a><a href="#Footnote_464" class="fnanchor">[464]</a></p> - -<h5>16</h5> - -<p class="date">1869. <span class="smcap">The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth.</span> -A new Edition. London: Edward Moxon, Son, -& Co., 44 Dover Street, Piccadilly.</p> - -<h5>17</h5> - -<p class="date">1870. <span class="smcap">The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth.</span> -Edited, with a critical Memoir, by William -Michael Rossetti. Illustrated by artistic etchings -by Edwin Edwards. London: E. Moxon, Son, -& Co., Dover Street. Small 4to.</p> - -<h5>18</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth.</span> -Edited, with a critical Memoir, by William -Michael Rossetti. Illustrated by Henry Dell. -London: E. Moxon, Son, & Co., Dover Street. -8vo.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[343]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_465" id="FNanchor_465"></a><a href="#Footnote_465" class="fnanchor">[465]</a></p> - -<h5>19</h5> - -<p class="date">1876. <span class="smcap">The Prose Works of William Wordsworth.</span> For -the first time collected, with additions from unpublished -manuscripts. Edited, with Preface, -Notes and Illustrations, by the Rev. Alexander -B. Grosart, St. George’s, Blackburn, Lancashire. -In three volumes. Volume <span class="smcapuc">I.</span> Political and -Ethical. Volume <span class="smcapuc">II.</span> Æsthetical and Literary. -Volume <span class="smcapuc">III.</span> Critical and Ethical. London: -Edward Moxon, Son, and Co., 1 Amen Corner, -Paternoster Row. 8vo.</p> - -<h5>20</h5> - -<p class="date">1879. <span class="smcap">Poems of Wordsworth</span>, chosen and edited by -Matthew Arnold. London: Macmillan and Co. -18mo.<a name="FNanchor_466" id="FNanchor_466"></a><a href="#Footnote_466" class="fnanchor">[466]</a></p> - -<h5>21</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth.</span> -Edited by William Knight, LL.D., Professor -of Moral Philosophy, St. Andrews. Edinburgh: -William Paterson. <span class="smcapuc">MDCCCLXXXII.</span> [<span class="smcapuc">MDCCCLXXXII.— -MDCCCLXXXVI.</span>] 8 vols. Demy 8vo.<a name="FNanchor_467" id="FNanchor_467"></a><a href="#Footnote_467" class="fnanchor">[467]</a></p> - -<h5>22</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">Selections from Wordsworth.</span> Edited, with an -Introductory Memoir, by J. S. Fletcher. London:<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[344]</a></span> -Alex. Gardner, 12 Paternoster Row, and -Paisley. <span class="smcapuc">MDCCCLXXXIII.</span> Fcap. 8vo. Parchment.<a name="FNanchor_468" id="FNanchor_468"></a><a href="#Footnote_468" class="fnanchor">[468]</a></p> - -<h5>23</h5> - -<p class="date">1883. <span class="smcap">Winnowings from Wordsworth.</span> Edited by J. -Robertson. Simpkin & Co. 1883.</p> - -<h5>24</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">The Brothers, and other Poems Founded on -the Affections.</span> 18mo. Collins.</p> - -<h5>25</h5> - -<p class="date">1884. <span class="smcap">The River Duddon.</span> A Series of Sonnets. By -William Wordsworth. With ten Etchings by R. -S. Chattock, The Fine Art Society, 148 New -Bond Street, London. Folio.</p> - -<h5>26</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">The Sonnets of William Wordsworth.</span> Collected -in one volume, with an Essay on The -History of the English Sonnet by Richard -Chenevix Trench, D.D., Archbishop of Dublin, -Chancellor of the Order of St. Patrick. London: -Suttaby and Co., Amen Corner. <span class="smcapuc">MDCCCLXXXIV.</span> -8vo.<a name="FNanchor_469" id="FNanchor_469"></a><a href="#Footnote_469" class="fnanchor">[469]</a></p> - -<h5>27</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">Selections from Wordsworth.</span> By Misses Wordsworth. -London: Kegan Paul, & Co. April -8, 1884.</p> - -<h5>28</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">The Wordsworth Birthday Book.</span> Edited by -Adelaide and Violet Wordsworth. London: -Kegan Paul, Trench, & Co.</p> - -<h5>29</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">Birthday Texts From Wordsworth.</span> Edinburgh: -W. P. Nimmo. N. D.</p> - -<h5>30</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">The Golden Poets.</span> “Wordsworth.” London: -Marcus Ward & Co. N. D.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[345]</a></span></p> - -<h5>31</h5> - -<p class="date">1885. <span class="smcap">The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth</span>, -With a Prefatory Notice, Biographical and -Critical. By Andrew James Symington. London: -Walter Scott, 14 Paternoster Square and -Newcastle-on-Tyne. 16mo.<a name="FNanchor_470" id="FNanchor_470"></a><a href="#Footnote_470" class="fnanchor">[470]</a></p> - -<h5>32</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">Wordsworth’s Excursion. The Wanderer.</span> -Edited, with Notes, etc., by H. H. Turner. -London: Rivingtons. N. D.</p> - -<h5>33</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">Ode on Immortality, and Lines on Tintern -Abbey.</span> Illustrated. Cassell. 4to.</p> - -<h5>34</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">Tintern Abbey, Odes, and the Happy Warrior.</span> -8vo. Chambers. (Republished in 1892.)</p> - -<h5>35</h5> - -<p class="date">1887. <span class="smcap">Through the Wordsworth Country.</span> By Harry -Goodwin and Professor Knight. London: Swan -Sonnenschein, Lowrey & Co., Paternoster Square. -Imperial 8vo.<a name="FNanchor_471" id="FNanchor_471"></a><a href="#Footnote_471" class="fnanchor">[471]</a></p> - -<h5>36</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">Wordsworth and Keats,</span> Selections. In 16mo. -M. Ward.</p> - -<h5>37</h5> - -<p class="date">1888. <span class="smcap">The Complete Poetical Works of William -Wordsworth.</span> With an Introduction by John -Morley. With a Portrait. London: Macmillan -& Co. Crown 8vo.</p> - -<h5>38</h5> - -<p class="date">1888. <span class="smcap">Selections from Wordsworth.</span> By William -Knight, and other Members of the Wordsworth<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">[346]</a></span> -Society. With Preface and Notes. London: -Kegan Paul, Trench, & Co., 1 Paternoster -Square. <span class="smcapuc">MDCCCLXXXVIII.</span> Large Crown 8vo.<a name="FNanchor_472" id="FNanchor_472"></a><a href="#Footnote_472" class="fnanchor">[472]</a></p> - -<h5>39</h5> - -<p class="date">1888. <span class="smcap">The Recluse.</span> By William Wordsworth. London: -Macmillan and Co.<a name="FNanchor_473" id="FNanchor_473"></a><a href="#Footnote_473" class="fnanchor">[473]</a></p> - -<h5>40</h5> - -<p class="date">1888. <span class="smcap">The Poetical Works of Wordsworth.</span> With -Memoir, Explanatory Notes, etc. London: -Griffith, Farren, & Co., Newbury House, Charing -Cross Road.</p> - -<h5>41</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">Prose Writings of Wordsworth</span>: Selected and -Edited, with an Introduction, by William Knight. -London: Walter Scott. No date.</p> - -<h5>42</h5> - -<p class="date">1889. <span class="smcap">We are Seven.</span> Illustrated by Agnes Gardner -King. 16mo.</p> - -<h5>43</h5> - -<p class="date">1891. <span class="smcap">Lyrics and Sonnets of Wordsworth.</span> With -Introduction and Bibliography. By Clement R. -Shorter. Scott Library. 32mo.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[347]</a></span></p> - -<h5>44</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth.</span> -Edited, with Memoir, by Edward Dowden. -London: George Bell & Sons. 1892-1893.<a name="FNanchor_474" id="FNanchor_474"></a><a href="#Footnote_474" class="fnanchor">[474]</a></p> - -<h5>45</h5> - -<p class="date">1891. <span class="smcap">Lyrical Ballads, etc.</span> A reprint of the original -edition of 1798. Edited by Edward Dowden. -London: David Nutt. 16mo.</p> - -<h5>46</h5> - -<p class="date">1891. <span class="smcap">The White Doe of Rylstone, with the Song -at the Feast of Brougham Castle.</span> -Edited, with introduction and notes, by William -Knight. Oxford: At the Clarendon Press.</p> - -<h5>47</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth.</span> -Edinburgh: W.P. Nimmo, Hay, and Mitchell. -1892.</p> - -<h5>48</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">Wordsworth for the Young.</span> With notes by J.C. -Wright. 8vo. 1893.</p> - -<h5>49</h5> - -<p class="date">1895. <span class="smcap">The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth</span>, -with introductions and notes. Edited by -Thomas Hutchinson, M.A. London: Henry -Froude, Oxford University Press Warehouse, -Amen Corner, E.C.</p> - -<h5>50</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">The Penny Poets</span>, in “The Masterpiece Library.” -Wordsworth. Nos. <span class="smcapuc">XXXII.</span> and <span class="smcapuc">XXXVII.</span></p> - -<h5>51</h5> - -<p class="date">1896. <span class="smcap">Lyric Poems.</span> Edited by Ernest Rhys. 8vo. -London: Dent & Co.</p> - -<h5>52</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">The Prelude; or, Growth of a Poet’s Mind.</span> -18mo. London: Dent & Co.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">[348]</a></span></p> - -<h5>53</h5> - -<p>“The Lansdowne Poets” included one of Wordsworth. -The “Albion” edition was published by -Messrs. Froude, Oxford University Press.<a name="FNanchor_475" id="FNanchor_475"></a><a href="#Footnote_475" class="fnanchor">[475]</a></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_458" id="Footnote_458"></a><a href="#FNanchor_458"><span class="label">[458]</span></a> In this edition—reprinted as “The Centenary Edition” in -1870, 1881, and 1882—the Fenwick notes were printed, for the -first time in full, as prefatory notes to the poems.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_459" id="Footnote_459"></a><a href="#FNanchor_459"><span class="label">[459]</span></a> Reproduced in 1864.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_460" id="Footnote_460"></a><a href="#FNanchor_460"><span class="label">[460]</span></a> It contains illustrations by H. N. Humphreys and Birket -Foster.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_461" id="Footnote_461"></a><a href="#FNanchor_461"><span class="label">[461]</span></a> This volume contains eleven etchings of varying merit.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_462" id="Footnote_462"></a><a href="#FNanchor_462"><span class="label">[462]</span></a> These are volumes 707 and 708 of Tauchnitz’s “Collection of -British Authors.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_463" id="Footnote_463"></a><a href="#FNanchor_463"><span class="label">[463]</span></a> It contains a steel engraving from Chantrey’s bust of the Poet. -This selection was re-issued in 1866, and 1869; and, recently, in a -small pocket edition.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_464" id="Footnote_464"></a><a href="#FNanchor_464"><span class="label">[464]</span></a> This is a reprint, in a different form, of No. 8.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_465" id="Footnote_465"></a><a href="#FNanchor_465"><span class="label">[465]</span></a> In this edition, which is a reprint, on smaller paper, of No. -19. there is an engraving from one of the portraits of the Poet by -Miss Gillies. The engraving first appeared in Volume I. of <i>The -New Spirit of the Age</i>, edited by R. H. Horne.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_466" id="Footnote_466"></a><a href="#FNanchor_466"><span class="label">[466]</span></a> It contains an idealised engraving of one of Haydon’s portraits -of Wordsworth, after Lupton, by C. H. Jeens, and on the -outside cover a drawing of Dove Cottage.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_467" id="Footnote_467"></a><a href="#FNanchor_467"><span class="label">[467]</span></a> In this edition the Poems were arranged for the first time in -the chronological order of composition; the changes of text, in the -successive editions, were given in footnotes, with the dates of these -changes; many new readings, or suggested changes of text—which -were written by the Poet on the margins of a copy of the -edition of 1836-37, kept at Rydal Mount, and afterwards in the -possession of Lord Coleridge—were added; all the Fenwick notes -were printed as Prefatory notes; Topographical notes—containing -allusions to localities in the English Lake District, and elsewhere—were -given; several Poems and Fragments hitherto unpublished -were printed; a Bibliography of the Poems, and of editions -published in England and America from 1793 to 1850 was added. -Etchings of localities associated with the Poet, from drawings by -Mr. MacWhirter, were given as frontispieces to Volumes <span class="smcapuc">I.</span>, <span class="smcapuc">II.</span>, -<span class="smcapuc">III.</span>, <span class="smcapuc">IV.</span>, <span class="smcapuc">V.</span>, <span class="smcapuc">VI.</span>, and <span class="smcapuc">VII.</span> The text adopted was Wordsworth’s -final text of 1849-50.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_468" id="Footnote_468"></a><a href="#FNanchor_468"><span class="label">[468]</span></a> It contains an engraving of Rydal Mount on the fly-leaf.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_469" id="Footnote_469"></a><a href="#FNanchor_469"><span class="label">[469]</span></a> This volume is a reprint of Wordsworth’s own edition of his -Sonnets, published in 1838, with the addition of Archbishop -Trench’s <i>History of the English Sonnet</i>.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_470" id="Footnote_470"></a><a href="#FNanchor_470"><span class="label">[470]</span></a> This is one of the volumes of <i>The Canterbury Poets</i>. It -is only a selection, though described on the title as “The Poetical -Works.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_471" id="Footnote_471"></a><a href="#FNanchor_471"><span class="label">[471]</span></a> This volume contains fifty-five engravings from drawings by -Harry Goodwin of scenes in the English Lake District associated -with Wordsworth, with the poems, or portions of poems, referring -to the places.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_472" id="Footnote_472"></a><a href="#FNanchor_472"><span class="label">[472]</span></a> The poems are arranged in chronological order of composition; -and there is, as frontispiece, an etched portrait of the Poet -from a miniature by Margaret Gillies in the possession of Sir Henry -Doulton. Amongst those who contributed to it were Robert -Browning, James Russell Lowell, the late Lord Selborne, Mr. R. -H. Hutton, the Dean of Salisbury, the late Lord Coleridge, the -Rev. Stopford Brooke, Mr. Aubrey de Vere, the late Lord Houghton, -Canon Rawnsley, the late Principals Shairp and Greenwood -and Professor Veitch, Mr. Spence Watson, Mr. Rix, Mr. Heard, -Mr. Cotterill, the late Bishop Wordsworth of St. Andrews, and -the Editor.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_473" id="Footnote_473"></a><a href="#FNanchor_473"><span class="label">[473]</span></a> In the prefatory advertisement to the first edition of <i>The -Prelude</i> 1850, it is stated that that poem was designed to be introductory -to <i>The Recluse</i>, and that <i>The Recluse</i> if completed, would -have consisted of three parts. The second part is <i>The Excursion</i>. -The third part was only planned. The first book of the first -part was left in manuscript by Wordsworth. It was published -for the first time <i>in extenso</i> in 1888.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_474" id="Footnote_474"></a><a href="#FNanchor_474"><span class="label">[474]</span></a> This Aldine edition, by Professor Dowden, is one of great -merit, and permanent value. Although it is not immaculate—as -no literary work ever is—as a contribution to Wordsworthian -Literature it will hold an honoured place. Its “critical apparatus” -is succinct and admirable.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_475" id="Footnote_475"></a><a href="#FNanchor_475"><span class="label">[475]</span></a> Mr. Andrew Lang tells me that he is about to edit a <i>Selection</i> -of the Poems, for the Messrs. Longman; which will, no doubt, be as -useful, and popular, as Matthew Arnold’s Selection has been.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h4>III<br /> -ESTIMATES OF WORDSWORTH IN -VARIOUS BOOKS<a name="FNanchor_476" id="FNanchor_476"></a><a href="#Footnote_476" class="fnanchor">[476]</a></h4> - -<div class="bibliography"> - -<p class="date">1811. <span class="smcap">Seward, Anna.</span> Letters written between the Years -1784 and 1807. Edited by A. Constable, vol. vi. -No. 66.<a name="FNanchor_477" id="FNanchor_477"></a><a href="#Footnote_477" class="fnanchor">[477]</a> 8vo. Edinburgh.</p> - -<p class="date">1817. <span class="smcap">Coleridge, S. T.</span> Biographia Literaria; or, Biographical -Sketches of my Literary Life and Opinions. -2 vols. 8vo. London: Rest Fenner. Second -Edition. London: William Pickering. 1847. -Bohn’s Standard Library. 1866.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Coleridge, S. T.</span> In <i>The Friend, passim</i>. Second -Edition. London: Rest Fenner.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Hazlitt, William.</span> The Round Table: a Collection -of Essays on Literature, Men, and Manners. Observations -on Mr. Wordsworth’s Poem, “The -Excursion.” 12mo. London: Templeman. Also -in Bohn’s Standard Library. Edited by W. Carew -Hazlitt. Pp. 158-176. London. 1871.</p> - -<p class="date">1818. <span class="smcap">Hazlitt, William.</span> Lectures on the English Poets. -8vo. London: Taylor and Hessey. Also in -Bohn’s Standard Library. 1870.</p> - -<p class="date">1819. <span class="smcap">Hazlitt, William.</span> Political Essays, with Sketches -of Public Characters. My First Acquaintance<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">[349]</a></span> -with Poets. 8vo. London: Templeman. Also -in Winterslow, pp. 255-277. Bohn’s Standard -Library. 1872.</p> - -<p class="date">1823. <span class="smcap">Soligny, Victoire De, Count</span>, <i>pseud.</i> (<i>i.e.</i> Peter -George Patmore, father of the late Coventry Patmore). -Letters on England, vol. ii. pp. 7-19. -8vo. London: Henry Colburn and Co.</p> - -<p class="date">1824. <span class="smcap">Landor, W. S.</span> Imaginary Conversations of Literary -Men and Statesmen. Southey and Porson, i. 39. -8vo. London: Taylor and Hessey. New Edition, -i. 11, 68, 182. London: Edward Moxon. 1846. -New Edition, iv. 18. London: Chapman and -Hall. 1876.</p> - -<p class="date">1825. <span class="smcap">Hazlitt, William.</span> The Spirit of the Age; or, -Contemporary Portraits. 8vo. London: Henry -Colburn and Co.; Fourth Edition. George Bell -and Sons. 1886.</p> - -<p class="date">1827. <span class="smcap">Hone, William.</span> The Table Book. Wordsworth, -ii. 275. 8vo. London: Hunt and Clarke.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Coleridge, S. T.</span> Table Talk. July 21, 1832; -July 31, 1832; February 16, 1833.</p> - -<p class="date">1833. <span class="smcap">Montgomery, James.</span> Lectures on Poetry and -General Literature, delivered at the Royal Institution -in 1830 and 1831. Wordsworth’s Theory of -Poetic Diction, pp. 134-141. 8vo. London: -Longmans.</p> - -<p class="date">1836. Conversations at Cambridge. The Poet Wordsworth -and Professor Smythe, pp. 235-252. 8vo. -London: John W. Parker.</p> - -<p class="date">1837. <span class="smcap">Cottle, Joseph.</span> Early Recollections; chiefly relating -to the late Samuel Taylor Coleridge, during his -long Residence in Bristol. 2 vols. 8vo. London: -Longman, Rees and Co.</p> - -<p class="date">1838. <span class="smcap">Chorley, H. F.</span> The Authors of England. 4to. -London. New Edition, revised (by G. B.) -London. 1861.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Hare, Julius C.</span> and <span class="smcap">Augustus W.</span> Guesses at -Truth, by Two Brothers. Second Series. 8vo.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[350]</a></span> -London: Taylor and Walton. The Dedication of -this edition is to William Wordsworth. New -Edition, in one volume. Macmillan and Co. 1866.</p> - -<p class="date">1840. <span class="smcap">Hunt, Leigh.</span> The Seer. “Wordsworth and -Milton,” pp. 5-53. London: Edward Moxon.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Ruskin, John.</span> Modern Painters (1843-1860), -<i>passim</i> in all the five volumes. London: George -Allen.</p> - -<p class="date">1843. <span class="smcap">Chambers, Robert.</span> Cyclopædia of English Literature. -Wordsworth, ii. 322-333. Fourth Edition, -revised by Robert Carruthers, LL.D. 1888. 8vo. -Edinburgh: William and Robert Chambers.</p> - -<p class="date">1844. <span class="smcap">Horne, R. H.</span> A New Spirit of the Age. William -Wordsworth and Leigh Hunt, vol. i. pp. 307-332. -12mo. London: Smith, Elder and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Keble, John.</span> Praelectiones Academicae Oxonii -habitae, annis <span class="smcapuc">MDCCCXXXII.-MDCCCXLI.</span>, tom. ii. -pp. 615, 789. 8vo. Oxonii: J. H. Parker.</p> - -<p class="date">1845. <span class="smcap">Gilfillan, George.</span> A Gallery of Literary Portraits. -12mo. Edinburgh: Groombridge.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Craik, E. L.</span> Sketches of the History of Literature -and Learning in England. Vol. vi., pp. 114-139. -London: Charles Knight.</p> - -<p class="date">1847. <span class="smcap">Howitt, William.</span> Homes and Haunts of the most -eminent British Poets, vol. ii. pp. 259-291. 8vo. -London: Richard Bentley. Third Edition. Routledge -and Sons. 1862.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Tuckerman, Henry T.</span> Thoughts on the Poets. -8vo. London: J. Chapman.</p> - -<p class="date">1849. <span class="smcap">Gilfillan, George.</span> A Second Gallery of Literary -Portraits. 8vo. Edinburgh: Groombridge.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Shaw, Thomas B.</span> Outlines of English Literature. -Wordsworth, pp. 518-526. 8vo. London: John -Murray. Sixteenth Edition, edited by William -Smith, D.C.L. 1887.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Taylor, Henry.</span> Notes from Books. In four Essays. -Wordsworth’s Poetical Works and Sonnets, pp. -1-186. 8vo. London: John Murray. Works: -Author’s Edition, vol. v. London: C. Kegan -Paul and Co. 1878.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">[351]</a></span></p> - -<p class="date">1849-50. <span class="smcap">Southey, Robert.</span> Life and Correspondence. -Edited by the Rev. Charles Cuthbert Southey. -6 vols. Comments on Wordsworth in chaps, ix.-xiii.<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">xv. xix. xxvi. xxxii. and xxxvi. 8vo. London:</span><br /> -Longman, Brown, Green and Longmans.</p> - -<p class="date">1851. <span class="smcap">Gillies, R. P.</span> Memoirs of a Literary Veteran; including -Sketches and Anecdotes of the most -distinguished Literary Characters from 1794 to -1849. Wordsworth, vol. ii. pp. 136-173. 8vo. -London: Richard Bentley.</p> - -<p>The Poetic Companion, vol. i., pp. 168-173. A -Biographical and Critical Sketch of William -Wordsworth.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Moir, D. M.</span> Sketches of the Poetical Literature of -the past Half-Century, pp. 59-81; 120. Edinburgh: -William Blackwood and Sons. Third -Edition, 1856.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Wordsworth, Christopher.</span> Memoirs of William -Wordsworth, Poet-Laureate, D.C.L. 2 vols. 8vo. -London: Edward Moxon. 1851.</p> - -<p class="date">1852. <span class="smcap">January Searle</span> (George S. Phillips). Memoirs -of William Wordsworth, compiled from Authentic -Sources. 12mo. London: Partridge and Oakey.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Mitford, M. R.</span> Recollections of a Literary Life; -or, Books, Places, and People, vol. iii. chap. i. -8vo. London: Richard Bentley.</p> - -<p class="date">1853. An Essay on the Poetry of Wordsworth, 72 pp. 8vo. -Liverpool.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Austin, W. S.</span>, and <span class="smcap">John Ralph</span>. The Lives of the -Poets-Laureate. With an Introductory Essay on -the Title and Office. William Wordsworth, pp. -396-428. 8vo. London: Richard Bentley.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Wright, John.</span> The Genius of Wordsworth harmonised -with the Wisdom and Integrity of his Reviewers. -8vo. London: Longman, Brown, Green and -Longmans.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Spalding, William.</span> The History of English -Literature. 8vo. Edinburgh: Oliver & Boyd.</p> - -<p class="date">1854. <span class="smcap">De Quincey, Thomas.</span> Autobiographic Sketches. -Early Memorials of Grasmere, vol. ii. pp. 104-141;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">[352]</a></span> -William Wordsworth, pp. 227-314; William -Wordsworth and Robert Southey, pp. 315-345. -8vo. Edinburgh: James Hogg. Also Collected -Writings. New and Enlarged Edition. By David -Masson. Edinburgh: Adam and Charles Black. -1889-90.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Spalding, William.</span> Wordsworth, pp. 849-851. -Cyclopædia of Biography, edited by Elihu Rich. -8vo. Glasgow: Richard Griffin and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Moore, Thomas.</span> Memoirs, Journal, and Correspondence -of. Edited by the Right Honourable Lord -John Russell, vol. iii. pp. 161, 163; vol. iv. pp. -48, 335; vol. vii pp. 72, 85, 197-8; vol. viii. -pp. 69, 73, 291.</p> - -<p class="date">1856. <span class="smcap">Carlyon, Clement.</span> Early Years and Late Reflections, -vol. i. 8vo. London: Whittaker and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Hood, E. P.</span> William Wordsworth: a Biography. -8vo. London: W. and F. G. Cash.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Masson, David.</span> Essays, Biographical and Critical: -chiefly on English Poets. Wordsworth, pp. 346-390. -8vo. Cambridge: Macmillan and Co. -Reprinted from <i>The North British Review</i>, August -1850.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Rogers, Samuel.</span> Recollections of the Table Talk -of Samuel Rogers. 8vo. London: Edward -Moxon.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Wilson, John.</span> Noctes Ambrosianae, vols. i.-iii. -8vo. Edinburgh: William Blackwood and Sons. -New Edition, 1864.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Wilson, John.</span> Essays, Critical and Imaginative. -Wordsworth, vol. i. pp. 387-408. 8vo. Edinburgh: -William Blackwood and Sons.</p> - -<p class="date">1857. <span class="smcap">De Quincey, Thomas.</span> Sketches, Critical and Biographic. -On Wordsworth’s Poetry, vol. v. pp. -234-268. 8vo. Edinburgh: James Hogg and Sons.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Reed, Henry.</span> Lectures on the British Poets. -Wordsworth, Lecture <span class="smcapuc">XV.</span> 8vo. London.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Wilson, John.</span> Recreations of Christopher North, -vol. ii. Sacred Poetry. Wordsworth, pp. 54-70. -8vo. Edinburgh: William Blackwood and Sons.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">[353]</a></span></p> - -<p class="date">1858. <span class="smcap">Brimley, George.</span> Essays. Edited by William -George Clark, M.A. Wordsworth’s Poems, pp. -104-187. 8vo. Cambridge: Macmillan and Co. -Second Edition, 1860. Third Edition, 1882. -Reprinted from <i>Fraser’s Magazine</i>, 1851.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Robertson, F. W.</span> Lectures and Addresses on -Literary and Social Topics. Wordsworth, pp. -203-256. 8vo. London: Smith, Elder and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">The English Cyclopædia.</span> A New Dictionary -of Universal Knowledge. Conducted by Charles -Knight. Wordsworth, vol. vi. pp. 808-812.</p> - -<p class="date">1859. <span class="smcap">Mill, J. S.</span> Dissertations and Discussions. Thoughts -on Poetry and its Varieties, i. 63-94. 8vo. London: -John W. Parker and Son. Second Edition. Longmans, -Green, Reader and Dyer. 1867.</p> - -<p class="date">1860. <span class="smcap">Carruthers, R.</span> William Wordsworth. The <i>Encyclopædia -Britannica</i>, Eighth Edition, xxi. 929-932. -4to. Edinburgh: Adam and Charles Black.</p> - -<p class="date">1861. <span class="smcap">Craik, George L.</span> A Compendious History of -English Literature, and of the English Language -from the Norman Conquest. Wordsworth, ii. -435-456; 463-467; 473. 8vo. London: Griffin, -Bohn and Co.</p> - -<p class="date">1862. <span class="smcap">Gordon, Mrs.</span> “Christopher North.” A Memoir -of John Wilson, compiled from Family Papers and -other Sources. 2 vols. 8vo. Edinburgh: -Edmonston and Douglas. New Edition, 1879.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Patterson, A. S.</span> Poets and Preachers of the Nineteenth -Century: Four Lectures, Biographical and -Critical, on Wordsworth, Montgomery, Hall, and -Chalmers. 8vo. Glasgow: A. Hall.</p> - -<p class="date">1863. <span class="smcap">Rushton, William.</span> The Classical and Romantic -Schools of English Literature, as represented by -Spenser, Dryden, Pope, Scott, and Wordsworth. -The Afternoon Lectures on English Literature, -delivered in Dublin, pp. 43-92. 8vo. London: -Bell and Daldy.</p> - -<p class="date">1864. <span class="smcap">Colquhoun, J. C.</span> Scattered Leaves of Biography. -IV.—Life of William Wordsworth. 8vo. London: -Macintosh.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">[354]</a></span></p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Knight, Charles.</span> Passages from a Working Life -during half a century: with a prelude of Early -Reminiscences, vol. iii. chap. ii. pp. 27-29.</p> - -<p class="date">1865. The Imperial Dictionary of Universal Biography. -Edited by <span class="smcap">J. F. Waller</span>. Wordsworth, vol. vi. -p. 1389. 8vo. London: W. Mackenzie.</p> - -<p class="date">1865. <span class="smcap">Dennis, John.</span> Evenings in Arcadia. Edited by -John Dennis. 12mo. London.</p> - -<p class="date">1868. <span class="smcap">Buchanan, Robert.</span> David Gray, and Other Essays, -chiefly on Poetry. Sampson Low.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Macdonald, George.</span> England’s Antiphon, pp. -303-7. 8vo. London.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Shairp, J. C.</span> Studies in Poetry and Philosophy. -Wordsworth: the Man and the Poet, pp. 1-115. -8vo. Edinburgh: Edmonston and Douglas. Third -Edition, 1876. Fourth Edition, 1886.</p> - -<p><i>Chambers’s Encyclopædia.</i> A Dictionary of Universal -Knowledge for the People. Wordsworth, vol. x. -pp. 272-274. New Edition, pp. 737-740. 1892. -8vo. London: W. and R. Chambers.</p> - -<p class="date">1869. <span class="smcap">Clough, A. H.</span> Poems and Prose Remains. Lecture -on the Poetry of Wordsworth, vol. i. pp. 309-325. -8vo. London: Macmillan and Co.</p> - -<p>G., F. J. 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Bohn’s Standard Library; also Macmillan -and Co. 1883.</p> - -<p class="date">1871. <span class="smcap">Hutton, R. H.</span> Essays, Theological and Literary. -Wordsworth and his Genius, vol. ii. Literary -Essays, pp. 101-146. 8vo. London: Strahan -and Co. Second Edition, 1877.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Taine, H. A.</span> History of English Literature. Translated -by H. Van Laun. With a preface by the -author. Vol. ii. pp. 248; 260-265. 8vo. Edinburgh: -Edmonston and Douglas.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Hall, S. C.</span> A Book of Memories of Great Men and -Women of the Age, from Personal Acquaintance. -London: Virtue and Co. Wordsworth, pp. 287-318.</p> - -<p class="date">1872. <span class="smcap">Cooper, Thomas</span>, Life of: An Autobiography. -Reminiscence of Wordsworth (first published in -<i>Cooper’s Journal</i>, May 1850), pp. 287-295.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">De Morgan, Augustus.</span> A Budget of Paradoxes. -Wordsworth and Byron, p. 435. 8vo. 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London: Cassell, Petter, and Galpin.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356">[356]</a></span></p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Nichols, W. L.</span> The Quantocks and their Associations. -A Paper read before the Members of the -Bath Literary Club. 12mo. Bath. Printed for -Private Circulation. Second Edition. London: -Sampson Low, Marston and Co.</p> - -<p class="date">1874. <span class="smcap">Brooke, Stopford A.</span> Theology in the English -Poets. Wordsworth, pp. 93-286. 8vo. London: -Henry S. King and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Masson, David.</span> Wordsworth, Shelley, Keats, and -other Essays. Wordsworth, pp. 3-74. 8vo. -London: Macmillan and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Wordsworth, Dorothy.</span> Recollections of a Tour -made in Scotland, <span class="smcap">A.D.</span> 1803. Edited by J. C. -Shairp. 8vo. Edinburgh: Edmonston and Douglas.</p> - -<p class="date">1875. <span class="smcap">Fletcher, Mrs.</span> Autobiography. 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London: -Chatto and Windus.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Ticknor, George.</span> Life, Letters, and Journals. 2 -vols. 8vo. London: Sampson Low, Marston, -Searle and Rivington.</p> - -<p class="date">1877. <span class="smcap">Doyle, Sir Francis H.</span> Lectures on Poetry delivered -at Oxford. Second Series. Wordsworth -Lectures, i.-iii. pp. 1-77. 8vo. London: Smith, -Elder and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357">[357]</a></span></p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Shairp, J. C.</span> On Poetic Interpretation of Nature. -Wordsworth as an Interpreter of Nature, pp. 225-270. -8vo. Edinburgh: David Douglas.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Adams</span> (<span class="smcap">W. Davenport</span>). Dictionary of English -Literature. Wordsworth, pp. 700-701. 8vo. -London: Cassell, Petter, and Galpin.</p> - -<p class="date">1878. <span class="smcap">Dowden, E.</span> Studies in Literature, 1789-1877. The -Prose Works of Wordsworth, pp. 122-158. 8vo. -London: C. Kegan Paul and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Knight, William.</span> The English Lake District as -Interpreted in the Poems of Wordsworth. 12mo. -Edinburgh: David Douglas. Second Edition, revised -and enlarged 1891.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Rossetti, W. M.</span> Lives of Various Poets. Wordsworth, -pp. 203-218. 8vo. London: E. Moxon -and Son.</p> - -<p>The Treasury of Modern Biography. Edited by -Robert Cochrane. Wordsworth, pp. 98-116. -8vo. Edinburgh: W. P. Nimmo.</p> - -<p class="date">1879. <span class="smcap">Bagehot, Walter.</span> Literary Studies. Edited by -Richard Holt Hutton. Wordsworth, Tennyson, -and Browning; or, Pure, Ornate, and Grotesque -Art in English Poetry, vol. ii. pp. 338-390. 8vo. -London: Longmans, Green and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Knight, William.</span> Studies in Philosophy and Literature. -Wordsworth, pp. 283-317. Nature as Interpreted -by Wordsworth, pp. 405-426. 8vo. -London: C. Kegan Paul and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Stephen, Leslie.</span> Hours in a Library. Third -Series. Wordsworth’s Ethics, pp. 178-229. 8vo. -London: Smith, Elder and Co.</p> - -<p class="date">1880. <span class="smcap">Bayne, Peter.</span> Two Great Englishwomen: Mrs. -Browning and Charlotte Brontë. With an Essay -on Poetry, illustrated from Wordsworth, Burns, and -Byron, pp. xi.-lxxviii. 8vo. London: James -Clarke and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Church, R. W.</span> William Wordsworth. The English -Poets. Edited by Thomas Humphry Ward, vol. -iv. pp. 1-15. 8vo. London: Macmillan and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358">[358]</a></span></p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Main, David M.</span> A Treasury of English Sonnets. -Edited from the Original Sources, with Notes and -Illustrations, pp. 365-390. 8vo. Manchester: -Alexander Ireland and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Myers, F. W. H.</span> Wordsworth (English Men of -Letters). 8vo. Macmillan and Co.</p> - -<p class="date">1881. <span class="smcap">Carlyle, Thomas.</span> Reminiscences. Edited by James -Anthony Froude. Vol. ii. pp. 330-341. 8vo. -London: Longmans, Green and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Dowden, E.</span> The Correspondence of Robert Southey -with Caroline Bowles. Edited, with an Introduction, -by Edward Dowden. 8vo. Dublin: -Hodges, Figgis, and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Milner, George.</span> The Literature and Scenery of -the English Lake District. Reprinted from the -Papers of the Manchester Literary Club, vol. vii. -pp. 1-21. 8vo. Manchester.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Shairp, J. C.</span> Aspects of Poetry, being Lectures delivered -at Oxford. The Three Yarrows, pp. 316-344. -The White Doe of Rylstone, pp. 345-376. -8vo. Oxford: Clarendon Press.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Shorthouse, J. H.</span> On the Platonism of Wordsworth. -A Paper read to the Wordsworth Society, -19th July 1881. 4to. Birmingham: Cornish -Brothers.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Symington, A. J.</span> William Wordsworth: a Biographical -Sketch, with Selections from his Writings -in Poetry and Prose. 2 vols. 8vo. London: -Blackie and Son.</p> - -<p class="date">1882. <span class="smcap">Buckland, Anna.</span> The Story of English Literature. -8vo. London: Cassell and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Cotterill, H. B.</span> An Introduction to the Study of -Poetry. Wordsworth, pp. 208-241. 8vo. London: -Kegan Paul, Trench and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Oliphant, Mrs.</span> The Literary History of England -in the end of the Eighteenth and beginning of the -Nineteenth Century. 3 vols. 8vo. London: -Macmillan and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359">[359]</a></span></p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Scherer, J.</span> A History of English Literature. Translated -from the German by M. V. 8vo. London: -Sampson Low and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Seeley, J. R.</span> Natural Religion. By the Author of -<i>Ecce Homo</i>, pp. 94-111. 8vo. London: Macmillan -and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Ireland, Alexander.</span> Recollections of George -Dawson, etc., pp. 22-25.</p> - -<p class="date">1883. <span class="smcap">Caine, T. Hall.</span> Cobwebs of Criticism. A Review -of the First Reviewers of the “Lake,” “Satanic,” -and “Cockney” Schools. Wordsworth, pp. 1-29. -8vo. London: Elliot Stock.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Dennis, John.</span> Heroes of Literature: English Poets. -William Wordsworth, pp. 278-299. 8vo. London: -S.P.C.K.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Hall, S. C.</span> Retrospect of a Long Life: from 1815 -to 1883. Wordsworth, vol. ii. pp. 36-42. 8vo. -London: Richard Bentley and Son.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Hawthorne, N.</span> English Note-Books, vol. ii. 8vo. -London: Kegan Paul, Trench and Co.</p> - -<p>The Lyme Parish Church Magazine. Lyme-Regis: -Walton.</p> - -<p class="date">1884. <span class="smcap">Hoffmann, F. A.</span> Poetry, its Origin, Nature, and -History. Wordsworth, chap. xxvi. pp. 359-375. -8vo. London: Thurgate and Sons.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Kerr, R. N.</span> Our English Laureates and the Birds. -Dundee: John Leng and Co. Pp. 29-51. -(Originally published in the <i>Newcastle Weekly -Chronicle</i>.)</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Nicholson, Albert.</span> The Literature of the English -Lake District. Manchester.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Shorter, C. K.</span> William Wordsworth. The National -Cyclopædia: a Dictionary of Universal Knowledge. -New Edition. 8vo. London: W. Mackenzie.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Traill, H. D.</span> Coleridge. English Men of Letters. -8vo. London: Macmillan and Co.</p> - -<p class="date">1885. <span class="smcap">Courthope, W. J.</span> The Liberal Movement in English -Literature. Essay <span class="smcapuc">III.</span> Wordsworth’s Theory of -Poetry, pp. 71-108. 8vo. London: John Murray.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360">[360]</a></span></p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Eliot, George.</span> George Eliot’s Life, as related in her -Letters and Journals. By J. W. Cross. Vol. i. -p. 61; iii. 388. 8vo. Edinburgh: W. Blackwood -and Sons.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Hutton, Lawrence.</span> Literary Landmarks, pp. 321-7. -London: T. Fisher Unwin.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Carne, John</span>, Letters of, 1813-1837. Privately -printed. Pp. 133-138.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Taylor, Sir Henry.</span> Autobiography 1800-1875. 2 -vols. 8vo. London: Longmans, Green and Co.</p> - -<p class="date">1886. <span class="smcap">Dawson, George.</span> Biographical Lectures. Edited -by George St. Clair. The Poetry of Wordsworth, -pp. 251-307. 8vo. London: Kegan Paul, Trench -and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Law, David.</span> Wordsworth’s Country. A series of -Five Etchings of the English Lake District. 24mo. -London: Robert Dunthorne.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Lee, Edmund.</span> Dorothy Wordsworth. The Story -of a Sister’s Love. 8vo. London: James Clarke -and Co. New and revised edition 1894.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Nicholson, Cornelius.</span> Wordsworth and Coleridge: -Two Parallel Sketches. Ventnor: R. Madley. -1886.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Noel, Hon. Roden B. W.</span> Essays on Poetry and -Poets. Wordsworth, pp. 132-149. 8vo. London: -Kegan Paul, Trench and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Swinburne, A. C.</span> Miscellanies, Wordsworth and -Byron, pp. 63-156. 8vo. London. 1886.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Launcelot Cross</span> (F. Carr). Thinkers of the World -in relation to the New Church. 1. Childhood as -revealed in Wordsworth; 2. Wordsworth on Infancy -and Youth. N.D.</p> - -<p class="date">1887. <span class="smcap">De Vere, Aubrey.</span> Essays, chiefly on Poetry. The -Genius and Passion of Wordsworth, vol. i. pp. 101-173; -The Wisdom and Truth of Wordsworth’s -Poetry, vol. i. pp. 174-264; Recollections of -Wordsworth, vol. ii. pp. 275-295. 8vo. London: -Macmillan and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_361" id="Page_361">[361]</a></span></p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Goodwin, H.</span>, and <span class="smcap">William Knight</span>. Through the -Wordsworth Country. 8vo. London: Swan Sonnenschein, -Lowrey and Co. Third Edition, 1892.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Lowell, J. Russell.</span> Democracy and other Addresses, -pp. 137-156. 8vo. London: Macmillan -and Co.</p> - -<p>Memorials of Coleorton: being Letters from Coleridge, -Wordsworth and his Sister, Southey, and Sir -Walter Scott, to Sir George and Lady Beaumont -of Coleorton, Leicestershire, 1803 to 1834. Edited, -with Introduction and Notes, by William Knight. -2 vols. 8vo. Edinburgh: David Douglas.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Sutherland, J. M.</span> William Wordsworth: the Story -of his Life, with Critical Remarks on his Writings. -8vo. London: Elliot Stock.</p> - -<p class="date">1888. <span class="smcap">Arnold, Matthew.</span> Essays in Criticism. Second -Series. Wordsworth, pp. 122-162. 8vo. London: -Macmillan and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Church, R. W.</span> Dante and other Essays. William -Wordsworth, pp. 193-219. 8vo. London: Macmillan -and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Dowden, E.</span> Transcripts and Studies. The Text of -Wordsworth’s Poems, pp. 112-152. 8vo. London: -Kegan Paul, Trench and Co. Reprinted -from <i>The Contemporary Review</i>.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Ingleby, C. M.</span> Essays. Edited by his Son. 8vo. -Trübner and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Minto, W.</span> William Wordsworth. The <i>Encyclopædia -Britannica</i>, Ninth Edition, xxiv. pp. 668-676. -4to. Edinburgh: Adam and Charles Black.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Sandford, Mrs. Henry.</span> Thomas Poole and his -Friends. 2 vols. 8vo. London: Macmillan -and Co.</p> - -<p class="date">1889. <span class="smcap">Clayden, P. W.</span> Rogers and his Contemporaries. -2 vols. 8vo. London: Smith, Elder and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Howitt, Mary.</span> Autobiography. Edited by her -daughter Margaret Howitt. 2 vols. 8vo. -London: William Isbister.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_362" id="Page_362">[362]</a></span></p> - -<p>Letters from the Lake Poets, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, -William Wordsworth, Robert Southey, to Daniel -Stuart. Printed for Private Circulation. Wordsworth, -pp. 329-386. 8vo. London: West, -Newman and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Pater, Walter.</span> Appreciations. With an Essay on -Style. 8vo. London: Macmillan and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Wordsworthiana.</span> A Selection from Papers read to -the Wordsworth Society. Edited by William -Knight. 8vo. London: Macmillan and Co.</p> - -<p class="date">1890. <span class="smcap">Boland, R.</span> Yarrow, its Poets and Poetry, pp. 77-9. -Dalbeattie.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Brooke, Stopford A.</span> Dove Cottage, Wordsworth’s -Home from 1800-1808. December 21, 1799, to -May 1808. 12mo. London: Macmillan and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Davey, Sir Horace.</span> Wordsworth. An Address -read to the Stockton Literary and Philosophical -Society. 8vo. Stockton-on-Tees. 1890.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Dawson, W. J.</span> Makers of Modern English. Ch. -x. William Wordsworth; ch. xi. The Connection -between Wordsworth’s Life and Poetry; ch. xii. -Some Characteristics of Wordsworth’s Poetry; -ch. xiii. Wordsworth’s View of Nature and Man; -ch. xiv. Wordsworth’s Patriotic and Political -Poems; ch. xv. Wordsworth’s Personal Characteristics; -ch. xvi. Concluding Survey.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Malleson, F. A.</span> Holiday Studies of Wordsworth, -by Rivers, Woods, and Alps. The Wharfe, the -Duddon, and the Stelvio Pass. 4to. Cassell -and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">M’Williams, R.</span> Handbook of English Literature, -pp. 456-466. London: Longmans, Green and -Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Tutin, J. R.</span> Birthday Texts. W. P. Nimmo.</p> - -<p class="date">1891. <span class="smcap">De Quincey, Thomas.</span> De Quincey Memorials. -Being Letters and Records here first published.… -Edited, with Introduction, Notes, and Narrative, -by Alexander H. Japp. 2 vols. 8vo. London: -William Heinemann.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_363" id="Page_363">[363]</a></span></p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Gosse, E.</span> Gossip in a Library. <i>Peter Bell</i> and his -Tormentors, pp. 253-267. 8vo. London: W. -Heinemann. Third Edition, 1893.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Graham, P. A.</span> Nature in Books: some Studies in -Biography. 8vo. London: Methuen and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Morley, John.</span> Studies in Literature. Wordsworth, -pp. 1-53. 8vo. London: Macmillan and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Scherer, Edmond.</span> Essays on English Literature, -translated by George Saintsbury, with a Critical -Introduction. 8vo. London: Sampson Low, -Marston and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Tutin, J. R.</span> The Wordsworth Dictionary of Persons -and Places, with the Familiar Quotations from his -Works (including full Index) and a chronologically-arranged -List of his best Poems. 8vo. Hull: J. -R. Tutin.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Wordsworth, Elizabeth.</span> William Wordsworth. -8vo. London: Percival and Co.</p> - -<p class="date">1892. <span class="smcap">Caird, Edward.</span> Essays on Literature and Philosophy. -Wordsworth, vol. i. pp. 147-189. 8vo. Glasgow: -James Maclehose and Sons.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Dawson, W. J.</span> Quest and Vision: essays in Life -and Literature. Wordsworth and his Message, pp. -41-72. 8vo. London: Hodder and Stoughton.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Tutin, J. R.</span> An Index to the Animal and Vegetable -Kingdoms of Wordsworth. Hull.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Tutin, J. R.</span> Wordsworth in Yorkshire. First published -in <i>Yorkshire Notes and Queries</i>. Part xix.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Wintringham, W. H.</span> The Birds of Wordsworth: -Poetically, Mythologically, and Comparatively -examined. 8vo. London: Hutchinson and Co.</p> - -<p class="date">1894. <span class="smcap">Campbell, J. Dykes.</span> Samuel Taylor Coleridge. A -Narrative of the Events of his Life. 8vo. London: -Macmillan and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Minto, W.</span> The Literature of the Georgian Era. -Edited, with a Biographical Introduction, by -William Knight, LL.D., pp. 140-177. 8vo. -Edinburgh: William Blackwood and Sons.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_364" id="Page_364">[364]</a></span></p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Rawnsley, H. D.</span> Literary Associations of the -English Lakes. 2 vols. 8vo. Glasgow: James -Maclehose and Sons.</p> - -<p class="date">1895. <span class="smcap">Coleridge, S. T.</span> Letters. Edited by Ernest Hartley -Coleridge. 2 vols. 8vo. London: William -Heinemann.</p> - -<p>In Lakeland, a Wordsworthic Pilgrimage, Easter 1895.</p> - -<p class="date">1896. <span class="smcap">Saintsbury, George.</span> A History of Nineteenth -Century Literature (1780-1895). Wordsworth, -pp. 49-56. 8vo. London: Macmillan and Co.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">A Reminiscence of Wordsworth Day.</span> Cockermouth, -April 7, 1896. Edited by the Rev. H. -D. Rawnsley, Hon. Canon of Carlisle. Cockermouth: -A. Lang.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_476" id="Footnote_476"></a><a href="#FNanchor_476"><span class="label">[476]</span></a> There are numerous notes and letters on Wordsworth in such -Journals as <i>The Athenæum</i>, <i>The Academy</i>, <i>Notes and Queries</i>, the -examination of which will repay perusal. In <i>Notes and Queries</i> -there are at least twenty-four valuable ones which cannot be -recorded here.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_477" id="Footnote_477"></a><a href="#FNanchor_477"><span class="label">[477]</span></a> A criticism of the “dancing daffodils.”—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h4>IV<br /> -CRITICAL ESTIMATES IN BOOKS, -PAMPHLETS, MAGAZINES, AND REVIEWS</h4> - -<p>In the following section when the name of an author is placed -within brackets, it is to be understood that the name was not given -on the publication of the Review, but that it is otherwise known.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="bibliography"> - -<p class="date">1793. “Descriptive Sketches in Verse.” <i>The Monthly Review</i>, -xii. 216.</p> - -<p>“An Evening Walk.” <i>The Monthly Review</i>, xii. 218.</p> - -<p class="date">1799. “Lyrical Ballads, with a few other Poems.” <i>The -Monthly Review</i>, xxix. 202; <i>The British Critic</i>, -xiv. 364.</p> - -<p class="date">1801. “Lyrical Ballads, with other Poems.” In 2 vols. -Second Edition. <i>The British Critic</i>, xvii. 125.</p> - -<p class="date">1802. “Lyrical Ballads, with other Poems.” Vol. ii. <i>The -Monthly Review</i>, xxxviii. 209.</p> - -<p class="date">1807. “Poems.” In 2 vols. <i>The Edinburgh Review</i>, xi. -214. By Francis Jeffrey. <i>Monthly Literary Recreations</i>, -65. (By Lord Byron.)</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_365" id="Page_365">[365]</a></span></p> - -<p class="date">1808. “Poems.” In 2 vols. <i>The Eclectic Review</i>, vii. 35.</p> - -<p class="date">1809. “Poems.” In 2 vols. <i>The British Critic</i>, xxxiii. 298.</p> - -<p class="date">1810. “Concerning the relations of Great Britain, Spain, -and Portugal, to each other, and to the Common -Enemy, at this Crisis, etc.” <i>The British Critic</i>, -xxxiv. 305.</p> - -<p class="date">1814. “The Excursion; being a portion of The Recluse, a -Poem.” <i>The Edinburgh Review</i>, xxiv. 1. (By -Francis Jeffrey); <i>The Quarterly Review</i>, xii. 100. -(By Charles Lamb.)</p> - -<p class="date">1815. “Poems; including Lyrical Ballads, and the miscellaneous -pieces of the Author. With additional -Poems, a new Preface, and a supplementary -Essay.” <i>The Monthly Review</i>, lxxviii. 225; <i>The -Quarterly Review</i>, xiv. 201. (By W. Gifford.)</p> - -<p>“The Excursion; being a portion of The Recluse: a -Poem.” <i>The Eclectic Review</i>, xxi. 13; <i>The Monthly -Review</i>, lxxvi. 123; <i>The British Critic</i>, iii. 449.</p> - -<p>“The Excursion: being a portion of The Recluse: a -Poem.” <i>The British Review</i>, vi. 49.</p> - -<p>“The White Doe of Rylstone.” <i>The Quarterly Review</i>, -xiv. 201. (By W. Gifford.) <i>The Edinburgh Review</i>, -xxv. 355. (By Francis Jeffrey.) <i>The Monthly -Review</i>, lxxviii. 235.</p> - -<p class="date">1816. “The White Doe of Rylstone.” <i>The Eclectic Review</i>, -xxiii. 33.</p> - -<p>“Thanksgiving Ode, with other short Pieces.” <i>The -Eclectic Review</i>, xxiv. 1.</p> - -<p>“The White Doe of Rylstone.” <i>The British Review</i>, -vii. 370.</p> - -<p class="date">1817. “Thanksgiving Ode, with other short Pieces.” -<i>The Monthly Review</i>, lxxxii. 98.</p> - -<p>“Observations on Mr. Wordsworth’s Letter relative to -a new Edition of Burns’s Works.” <i>Blackwood’s -Magazine</i>, i. 261.</p> - -<p>“Vindication of Mr. Wordsworth’s Letter to Mr. Gray -on a new Edition of Burns.” <i>Blackwood’s Magazine</i>, -ii. 65.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_366" id="Page_366">[366]</a></span></p> - -<p>“Letter occasioned by N.’s Vindication of Mr. Wordsworth -in last Number.” <i>Blackwood’s Magazine</i>, -ii. 201.</p> - -<p class="date">1818. “Essays on the Lake School of Poetry. I. Wordsworth’s -White Doe of Rylstone.” <i>Blackwood’s Magazine</i>, -iii. 369.</p> - -<p class="date">1819. “Peter Bell: a Tale in Verse.” <i>The Edinburgh Monthly -Review</i>, ii. 654; <i>Blackwood’s Magazine</i>, v. 130; -<i>The Eclectic Review</i>, xxx. 62; <i>The Monthly Review</i>, -lxxxix. 419; <i>The Literary Gazette</i>, 273.</p> - -<p>“The Waggoner: a Poem, to which are added -Sonnets.” <i>The Monthly Review</i>, xc. 36; <i>The -Edinburgh Monthly Review</i>, ii. 654; <i>Blackwood’s -Magazine</i>, v. 332; <i>The Eclectic Review</i>, xxx. 62.</p> - -<p>“Benjamin the Waggoner, a ryghte merrie and conceitede -Tale in Verse.” <i>The Monthly Review</i>, xc. -41.</p> - -<p>“Peter Bell: a Lyrical Ballad.” <i>The Monthly Review</i>, -lxxxix. 422; <i>The Eclectic Review</i>, xxix. 473.</p> - -<p>“Memoir of William Wordsworth, Esq.” (with a -portrait). <i>The New Monthly Magazine</i>, i. 48.</p> - -<p class="date">1820. “Lake School of Poetry—Mr. Wordsworth.” <i>The -New Monthly Magazine</i>, xiv. 361.</p> - -<p>“Wordsworth.” <i>The London Magazine</i>, i. 275, 435.</p> - -<p>“Wordsworth’s River Duddon, and other Poems.” -<i>The Gentleman’s Magazine</i>, xc. 344; <i>The London -Magazine</i>, i. 618; <i>The London Review and Literary -Journal</i>, 523; <i>Blackwood’s Magazine</i>, vii. 206; -<i>The Eclectic Review</i>, xxxii. 170; <i>The Monthly -Review</i>, xciii. 132.</p> - -<p>“The River Duddon, and other Poems.” <i>The British -Review</i>, xvi. 37.</p> - -<p>“Essay on Poetry, with Observations on the Living -Poets.” <i>The London Magazine</i>, ii. 557.</p> - -<p>“The Dead Asses: A Lyrical Ballad.” <i>The Monthly -Review</i>, xci. 322.</p> - -<p>“Description of the Scenery of the Lakes.” <i>Blackwood’s -Magazine</i>, xii.</p> - -<p class="date">1822. “Memorials of a Tour on the Continent.” <i>The British -Critic</i>, xviii. 522; <i>The Edinburgh Review</i>, xxxvii.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_367" id="Page_367">[367]</a></span> -449. (By F. Jeffrey.) <i>Blackwood’s Magazine</i>, -xii. 175; <i>The British Review</i>, xx. 459; <i>The -Literary Gazette</i>, 192, 210; <i>The Museum</i>, i. 339.</p> - -<p>“Ecclesiastical Sketches.” <i>Blackwood’s Magazine</i>, -xii. 175; <i>The British Critic</i>, xviii. 522; <i>The -Literary Gazette</i>, 123.</p> - -<p class="date">1829. “An Essay on the Theory and the Writings of Wordsworth.” -<i>Blackwood’s Magazine</i>, xxvi. 453, 593, -774, 894.</p> - -<p class="date">1831. “Literary Characters—No. III. Mr. Wordsworth.” -<i>Fraser’s Magazine</i>, iii. 557. By Pierce Pungent.</p> - -<p>“Selections from the Poems of W. Wordsworth, chiefly -for the use of Schools and Young Persons.” <i>The -New Monthly Magazine</i>, xxxiii. 304; <i>The Monthly -Review</i>, ii. 602.</p> - -<p class="date">1832. “Gallery of Literary Characters—No. XXIX. 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George Milner.</p> - -<p>“Wordsworth on Old Age.” <i>Literary Opinion</i>, vii. -186, Sir Edward Strachey.</p> - -<p>“The Birds of Wordsworth, practically, mythologically, -and comparatively examined.” By William H. -Wintringham. <i>The Athenæum</i>, i. 594, 634, 666, -697.</p> - -<p>“Dove Cottage,” in <i>The Athenæum</i>, i. 727.</p> - -<p>“The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth.” -Edited by Edward Dowden. <i>The Athenæum.</i> -No. 3404.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_376" id="Page_376">[376]</a></span></p> - -<p class="date">1893. “Some Unpublished Letters of William Wordsworth.” -<i>The Cornhill Magazine</i>, New Series, xx. 257.</p> - -<p>“Reminiscences of Scott, Campbell, Jeffrey, and -Wordsworth.” <i>The Bookman</i>, iv. 47.</p> - -<p>“Our Poet’s Corner.” <i>The Girls’ Own Paper</i>, xiv. 772.</p> - -<p>“Dove Cottage, Grasmere—Wordsworth’s Home.” -<i>The Girls’ Own Paper</i>, xiv. 772. Milward Wood.</p> - -<p>“Down the Duddon with Wordsworth.” <i>The Leisure -Hour</i>, xlii. 532. Herbert Rix.</p> - -<p>“Wordsworth’s ‘Grace Darling.’” <i>The Athenæum</i>, -No. 3440. Edward Dowden.</p> - -<p>“Note by Wordsworth.” <i>The Athenæum</i>, No. 3443. -E. H. C. (Ernest H. Coleridge).</p> - -<p>“Wordsworth and the <i>Morning Post</i>.” <i>The Athenæum</i>, -No. 3445. E. H. C.</p> - -<p class="date">1894. “Wordsworth’s ‘Castle of Indolence’ Stanzas.” <i>The -Fortnightly Review</i>, lxii. 685. T. Hutchinson.</p> - -<p>“A Century of Wordsworth.” <i>The Sunday at Home</i>, -641, 646. By E. S. Capper.</p> - -<p class="date">1895. “The Charm of Wordsworth.” <i>Great Thoughts</i>, iv. -399.</p> - -<p>“Wordsworth and Carlyle: a Literary Parallel.” -<i>Temple Bar</i>, cv. 261.</p> - -<p>“Dorothy Wordsworth, 1771-1855.” <i>Great Thoughts</i>, -v. 56. Alexander Small.</p> - -<p class="date">1896. “Wordsworth’s Quantock Poems.” <i>Temple Bar</i>, April -1896. William Greswell.</p> - -</div> - -<h4>V<br /> -PARODIES ON WORDSWORTH</h4> - -<div class="bibliography"> - -<p><span class="smcap">The Battered Tar; or, The Waggoner’s Companion.</span> -A Poem, with Sonnets, etc. J. -Johnston.</p> - -<p class="date">1839. <span class="smcap">Peter Bell the Third.</span> By Miching Mallecho, -Esq. (Percy B. Shelley).</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_377" id="Page_377">[377]</a></span></p> - -<p class="date">1876. <span class="smcap">Literary Remains.</span> By Catherine Maria Fanshawe. -B. M. Pickering. London.</p> - -<p class="date">1888. <span class="smcap">The Poets at Tea.</span> <i>The Cambridge Fortnightly</i> -(Feb. 7).</p> - -<p class="date">1819. <span class="smcap">The Dead Asses.</span> A Lyrical Ballad.</p> - -<p class="date">1819. <span class="smcap">Peter Bell.</span> a Lyrical Ballad. By John Hamilton -Reynolds. London: Taylor and Hessey.</p> - -<p class="date">1816. <span class="smcap">The Poetic Mirror; or, the Living Bards of -Britain</span>, pp. 131-187. (By James Hogg.)</p> - -<p>The Stranger; being a further portion of “The -Recluse,” a poem.</p> - -<p>The Flying Taylor; further extract from “The -Recluse,” a poem.</p> - -<p>James Rigg; still further extract from “The -Recluse,” a poem. -12mo. London: Longmans. Second Edition. 1817.</p> - -<p class="date">1888. <span class="smcap">Hamilton, Walter.</span> Parodies of the Works of -English and American Authors, collected and annotated -by Walter Hamilton. <i>William Wordsworth</i>, -pp. 88-106. 8vo. London: Reeves and Turner.</p> - -</div> - -<h4>VI<br /> -POEMS ADDRESSED TO WORDSWORTH, AND -ALLUSIONS TO HIM BY CONTEMPORARY -AND SUBSEQUENT POETS</h4> - -<div class="bibliography"> - -<p>1. <span class="smcap">Coleridge, S. T.</span> <i>To William Wordsworth, composed on -the night after his recitation of a poem on the growth of -an individual mind.</i> Published in “Sibylline Leaves.”</p> - -<p>2. <span class="smcap">Coleridge, Hartley.</span> <i>To William Wordsworth, on his -seventy-fifth Birthday.</i></p> - -<p>3. <span class="smcap">Wilson, John.</span> In “The Angler’s Tent,” p. 257 of the -edition of 1858.</p> - -<p>4. <span class="smcap">Keats, John.</span> In his Sonnets [the 2nd addressed to -Haydon].</p> - -<p>5. <span class="smcap">Shelley, Percy B.</span> <i>To Wordsworth.</i> Another reference -occurs in <i>Alastor</i>.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_378" id="Page_378">[378]</a></span></p> - -<p>6. <span class="smcap">Moir, D. M.</span> <i>To Wordsworth.</i> In <i>Blackwood’s Magazine</i>, -viii. 542; afterwards included amongst his -“Poems,” vol. ii. p. 28. 1852.</p> - -<p>7, 8. <span class="smcap">Browning, Mrs.</span> <i>On a Portrait of Wordsworth by -B. R. Haydon.</i> (Sonnets.) 1866. Vol. ii. p. 264. -Also in <i>Lady Geraldine’s Courtship</i>, vol. ii. p. 109. -1866.</p> - -<p>9. <span class="smcap">Elliott, Ebenezer.</span> In <i>The Village Patriarch</i>. Book -iv. 1840.</p> - -<p>10. <span class="smcap">Tennyson, Alfred Lord.</span> In the Dedication of his -<i>Poems</i> “To the Queen.” March 1851.</p> - -<p>11, 12. <span class="smcap">Alford, Henry.</span> In <i>The School of the Heart</i>, pp. 66, -67; and <i>Recollections of Wordsworth’s</i> “<i>Ruth</i>,” p. 163. -1868.</p> - -<p>13. <span class="smcap">Lowell, James Russell.</span> In <i>A Fable for Critics</i>, p. 133. -1873.</p> - -<p>14, 15. <span class="smcap">Byron, Lord.</span> In <i>English Bards and Scotch Reviewers</i>. -Also in <i>Don Juan</i>.</p> - -<p>16. <span class="smcap">Hunt, Leigh.</span> In <i>The Feast of the Poets</i>. This first -appeared in <i>The Reflector</i>, which survived from 1810 -to 1812.</p> - -<p>17. <span class="smcap">Hemans, Mrs.</span> <i>To Wordsworth</i>, in her “Miscellaneous -Poems.”</p> - -<p>18. Scenes and Hymns of Life. Dedicated to Wordsworth. -p. 568. N. D.</p> - -<p>19. <span class="smcap">Hallam, A. H.</span> <i>Meditative Fragments.</i> No. vi. 1863.</p> - -<p>20, 21, 22. <span class="smcap">Arnold, Matthew.</span> <i>Memorial Verses.</i> April -1850. Also in <i>Youth and Nature</i>, and in <i>Obermann -Once More</i>. p. 203. 1869.</p> - -<p>23, 24, 25. <span class="smcap">De Vere, Sir Aubrey.</span> <i>In Rydal with Wordsworth</i> -(Sonnets). p. 208. 1842. <i>Wordsworth.</i> Composed -at Rydal, 1st Sept. 1860. p. 392. <i>Wordsworth, -on Visiting the Duddon</i>, p. 393.</p> - -<p>26. <span class="smcap">Tollemache</span>, The Hon. <span class="smcap">Beatrix L.</span> <i>Wordsworth</i>, in -“Safe Studies,” p. 409. 1884.</p> - -<p>27. <span class="smcap">Tollemache</span>, The Hon. <span class="smcap">Beatrix L.</span> <i>To Wordsworth</i>, -in “Engleberg, and other Verses.” 1890.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_379" id="Page_379">[379]</a></span></p> - -<p>28. <span class="smcap">Bell, George.</span> <i>Rydal Mount</i>, in “Descriptive and other -Miscellaneous Pieces in Verse.” Penrith, 1835.</p> - -<p>29. <span class="smcap">Houghton, Lord.</span> Sonnet beginning “The hour may -come,” etc. Poetical Works, vol. i. p. 267. 1876.</p> - -<p>30. <span class="smcap">Worsley, P. S.</span> Stanzas to Wordsworth, in <i>Blackwood’s -Magazine</i>, xcii. pp. 92-93.</p> - -<p>31. <span class="smcap">Austin, Alfred.</span> <i>Wordsworth at Dove Cottage.</i> 1890.</p> - -<p>32, 33. <span class="smcap">Scott, W. B.</span> Poems (three Sonnets), pp. 180-182. -1875. Also in “A Poet’s Harvest Home,” 1893. -<i>Wordsworth</i>, p. 123.</p> - -<p>34, 35, 36. <span class="smcap">Rawnsley, H. D.</span> In “Sonnets at the English -Lakes.” <span class="smcapuc">IX.</span> <i>Wordsworth’s Seat, Rydal</i>; <span class="smcapuc">LI.</span> <i>A Tree -planted by William Wordsworth at Wray Castle</i>; <span class="smcapuc">LXII.</span> -<i>Wordsworth’s Tomb.</i></p> - -<p>37. <span class="smcap">Payne, James.</span> <i>Wordsworth’s Grave</i>, in “Lakes in Sunshine.” -1870.</p> - -<p>38. <span class="smcap">Landor, L. E.</span> <i>On Wordsworth’s Cottage, near Grasmere -Lake</i>, in her “Poetical Works,” pp. 551-4. 1873.</p> - -<p>39. <span class="smcap">Allingham, William.</span> <i>On reading of the Funeral of the -Poet Wordsworth</i>, p. 258 of “Poems.” 1850.</p> - -<p>40. <span class="smcap">Palgrave, Francis Turner.</span> <i>William Wordsworth</i>, in -his “Lyrical Poems.” 1871.</p> - -<p>41. <span class="smcap">Anderson, G. F. R.</span> <i>Wordsworth</i>, in “The White Book -of the Muses,” p. 67. 1895.</p> - -<p>42. <span class="smcap">Dawson, James</span>, jun. <i>Wordsworth and Hartley Coleridge: -in Grasmere Churchyard, Westmoreland.</i> In <i>Macmillan’s -Magazine</i>, xiii. 26.</p> - -<p>43. <span class="smcap">Watson, William.</span> <i>Wordsworth’s Grave.</i> Originally -published in the <i>National Review</i>, x. 40; afterwards -included in the volume, “Wordsworth’s Grave, and -other Poems.” 1890.</p> - -<p>44. <span class="smcap">Matsura</span> (a Japanese poet). <i>Moonlight on Windermere</i>, -translated by H. D. Rawnsley in <i>Murray’s Magazine</i>, -Oct. 1887.</p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_380" id="Page_380">[380]</a></span></p> - -<h3 id="II_AMERICA">II.—<i>AMERICA</i></h3> - -<p class="hanging">BIBLIOGRAPHY of the Various Editions of WORDSWORTH’S -POETICAL WORKS, which have -been printed and published in the United States of -America, from 1801 to 1895, arranged in Chronological -Order: also a <span class="smcap">Bibliography of Critical -Essays</span>, and <span class="smcap">Biographical Sketches</span>, of Wordsworth’s -Life and Works in Books, Reviews, and -Periodicals; with Notes, by Mrs. <span class="smcap">Henry A. St. -John</span>, Ithaca, New York.</p> - -<h4>PREFATORY NOTE</h4> - -<p>My ideal in attempting to prepare a <i>Bibliography of Wordsworth -in America</i> was high. I hoped to see each edition, or -at least to identify the editions hinted at in the various -catalogues. I determined to read every article, in criticism, or -review; and to know if the many references, given by Poole -and other authorities, were correct. As is usually the case, -the reality has fallen far short of the ideal. But, while the -results are not what were desired, there have been many -fortunate discoveries.</p> - -<p>Two things were learned to begin with. First, that -astonishingly little care had been taken to preserve the history -of the early American Editions, or to preserve, even, the earlier -American Periodicals. Most of our larger libraries are -amazingly deficient in these works. Second, it was found that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_381" id="Page_381">[381]</a></span> -existing Catalogues or Lists are not only far from complete, -but full of gross blunders. Roorbach (the Addenda, Supplements, -etc.) was found to be a mere rehash of the old trade -sales Catalogues, swarming with blunders. In the matter of -dates, imprints, the particular editions, the size of books, -Roorbach is utterly untrustworthy. Allibone (so far as Wordsworth -is concerned) is also confusing and incomplete. I did -not find much in the various Public or College Library -Catalogues.</p> - -<p>I wrote to the librarians of some of the older libraries, after -I had made out a preliminary list, to ascertain if they could -add thereto any editions, from their cards or manuscript catalogues. -From these sources I was enabled several times to -solve seemingly insolvable problems.</p> - -<p>I had assistance from, and in some instances visited, the -following libraries: Cornell University, Boston Public Library, -Boston Athenæum, Harvard College, Philadelphia Public -Library, the Library College of Philadelphia, Mercantile -Library College, Philadelphia; the Public Library, St. Louis; -that of Lennox and Astor, the University of Virginia, the -State Library, Richmond, Va., and one or two other Southern -libraries. I have written more than one hundred letters to -publishers, editors, authors, the descendants of early American -Wordsworthians, Professors of Literature, and professed Wordsworthians -in Seminaries and Colleges. I have examined, or -employed others to examine, the following works for editions -of Wordsworth: the <i>New York Literary World</i>, <i>Norton’s -Literary Gazette</i>, <i>American Publishers’ Circular</i>, <i>Publishers’ -Weekly</i>, <i>Catalogues of Congress Library</i>, <i>The Port Folio</i>, -<i>American Quarterly Review</i>, <i>Knickerbocker Magazine</i>, <i>New -York Quarterly Review</i>, <i>American Review</i>, <i>North American -Review</i>. And this is but half of my story.</p> - -<p>Poole’s “Index,” of course, was a great assistance. But I -did not rely altogether on him, after I had discovered several -mistakes in titles and numbering—mistakes which were confusing -in the extreme. I have consulted all other Indexes -and Reference Lists that I could procure, and have carefully<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_382" id="Page_382">[382]</a></span> -examined the periodicals in which it was possible that such -articles could be found.</p> - -<p>My greatest light, however, came from responses to personal -appeals, to those in the North, South, East, and West of the -Country, who enlightened me in particular directions. I -needed assistance, not only to discover the articles, but more -particularly to secure the articles to read, or to procure proper -persons to read the few articles that I could not obtain. -When valuable books were sent me, by express, from distant -College Libraries, that I might read for myself, I realised the -bond there is between Wordsworthians.</p> - -<p>I cannot begin to speak of the delight that I have had -in this work, delight because of the response I have met with, -and in opening up unknown and rich veins of criticism. I -have learned too, that Wordsworth has many enthusiastic -followers in America.</p> - -<p>I have included in the Bibliography the accounts of visits -paid to Wordsworth by certain well-known Americans, a half-dozen -poems on Wordsworth, and three or four unpublished -Lectures.</p> - -<p>I am exceedingly grateful to the many who (to my surprise) -have answered my questions, and have given me of their -valuable time. I am especially indebted to Mr. George P. -Philes, of Philadelphia, and also to Mr. F. Saunders of the -Astor Library, New York. Dean Murray of Princeton rendered -me exceedingly gracious service, and but for Mr. Edwin H. -Woodruff of Stanford University, California, I should not -have known how or where to begin my investigations.</p> - -<p>In all probability my work is not perfect. I would that -it were. I only know that I have been enabled, by enthusiasm -alone, to lay a foundation for Wordsworth Bibliography in -America, that may be an assistance to future scholars, and -will aid the next Wordsworthian who is brave enough to -build enduringly.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_383" id="Page_383">[383]</a></span></p> - -<h4>I<br /> -AMERICAN EDITIONS OF WORDSWORTH</h4> - -<p class="center">INCLUDING A FEW WORKS WHICH ARE NOT STRICTLY -EDITIONS OF WORDSWORTH</p> - -<p>I have endeavoured to include in this list every distinctive -American edition of Wordsworth, published during the poet’s -lifetime, and since his death. There are many others, issued with -the imprints of honourable publishers; which, upon investigation, -were found to be English reprints; to say nothing of those editions -made from worn-out plates, and issued by houses of less reputation -for honourableness. I was puzzled to account for so many -editions of Matthew Arnold’s Selections, some of them bearing -the imprint of Harper Brothers, some of Macmillan, and several of -Crowell. The Harpers wrote me that these various publications -were possible in view of the fact that there was no copyright of the -work, and that all of them might properly be called American -Editions. I have not placed those bearing the Macmillan imprint, -of course, among purely American editions. Nor have I included -the several cheap ones of Crowell. The one of Crowell, given in -the list, is copyrighted by the Crowell Company.</p> - -<p>The fact that the introduction of Wordsworth’s poetry into -America is so easily authenticated, and that the history of it is so -concise, is my apology for deviating from ordinary bibliographical -rule in including among the regular editions certain numbers of -America’s first Literary Journal, and two or three other volumes.</p> - -<p>I have confined myself to a simple chronological arrangement of -the Editions, with place of imprint, name of publisher, number, -and size of volumes. This makes the most convenient list for easy -reference, especially as I have tried to mention technical points of -difference.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -<div class="bibliography"> - -<h5>1</h5> - -<p class="date">1801. <span class="smcap">The Port Folio.</span> (Edited by Joseph Dennie.) -Philadelphia. 4to.</p> - -<p>The following poems appeared in “The Port Folio,” -vol. i., before the publication of the First American -Edition of “Lyrical Ballads”—</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_384" id="Page_384">[384]</a></span></p> - -<ul> -<li>(1) <i>Simon Lee</i>, p. 24.<a name="FNanchor_478" id="FNanchor_478"></a><a href="#Footnote_478" class="fnanchor">[478]</a></li> -<li>(2) <i>The Last of the Flock</i>, p. 48.</li> -<li>(3) <i>The Thorn</i>, p. 94.</li> -<li>(4) <i>The Mad Mother</i>, p. 232.</li> -<li>(5) <i>Anecdote for Fathers</i>, p. 232.</li> -<li>(6) <i>Ellen Irwin</i>, p. 391.</li> -<li>(7) <i>Strange Fits of Passion</i>, etc., p. 392.</li> -<li>(8) <i>The Waterfall and the Eglantine</i>, p. 408.</li> -<li>(9) <i>Lucy Gray</i>, p. 408.</li> -<li>(10) <i>Andrew Jones</i>, p. 408.</li> -</ul> - -<h5>2</h5> - -<p class="date">1801. <span class="smcap">Introduction to the English Reader.</span> By -Lindley Murray. Philadelphia: Johnson and -Warner. 12mo.<a name="FNanchor_479" id="FNanchor_479"></a><a href="#Footnote_479" class="fnanchor">[479]</a></p> - -<h5>3</h5> - -<p class="date">1802. <span class="smcap">Lyrical Ballads</span>, with Other Poems. In two -volumes. By W. Wordsworth.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Quam nihil ad genium, Papiniane, tuum!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_385" id="Page_385">[385]</a></span></p> - -<p>From the London second edition. Philadelphia: -Printed and sold by James Humphreys. 2 vols. -in one. 12mo.<a name="FNanchor_480" id="FNanchor_480"></a><a href="#Footnote_480" class="fnanchor">[480]</a></p> - -<h5>4</h5> - -<p class="date">1823. <span class="smcap">The American First Class Book.</span> By John -Pierpont. Boston: William B. Fowle. 1 vol. -12mo.<a name="FNanchor_481" id="FNanchor_481"></a><a href="#Footnote_481" class="fnanchor">[481]</a></p> - -<h5>5</h5> - -<p class="date">1824. <span class="smcap">The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth.</span> -Boston: published by Cummings, Hilliard and -Co. 4 vols. 12mo.<a name="FNanchor_482" id="FNanchor_482"></a><a href="#Footnote_482" class="fnanchor">[482]</a></p> - -<h5>6</h5> - -<p class="date">1833. <span class="smcap">Sketch of the Genius and Character of -William Wordsworth.</span> With Selections from<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_386" id="Page_386">[386]</a></span> -his “Lyrical Ballads.”<a name="FNanchor_483" id="FNanchor_483"></a><a href="#Footnote_483" class="fnanchor">[483]</a> Philadelphia: Greenbak’s -Periodical Library. Vol. ii. pp. 181-202.</p> - -<h5>7</h5> - -<p class="date">1835. <span class="smcap">Yarrow Revisited</span>, and Other Poems. New York: -R. Bartlett and S. Raynor. 16mo. pp. 17-244.</p> - -<p class="date">1835. Same Title. Boston: R. Bartlett and S. Raynor. -16mo; also, Boston: James Munroe and Co. -16mo.</p> - -<p class="date">1835. Same Title. Philadelphia. 12mo.</p> - -<h5>8</h5> - -<p class="date">1836. <span class="smcap">Yarrow Revisited.</span> Second Edition. Boston: -William D. Ticknor. 16mo.</p> - -<h5>9</h5> - -<p class="date">1836. <span class="smcap">The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth.</span> -The first complete American, from the last -London, edition. New Haven: Peck and Newton. -In 1 vol. Royal 8vo.<a name="FNanchor_484" id="FNanchor_484"></a><a href="#Footnote_484" class="fnanchor">[484]</a></p> - -<h5>10</h5> - -<p class="date">1836. <span class="smcap">The Complete Poetical Works of William -Wordsworth</span>, together with a Description of the -Country of the Lakes, etc. Edited by Henry -Reed. With Portrait. Philadelphia: Kay and -Brother. Royal 8vo; also, by James Kay and -Brother.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_387" id="Page_387">[387]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_485" id="FNanchor_485"></a><a href="#Footnote_485" class="fnanchor">[485]</a></p> - -<p class="date">1839. Same Title. Philadelphia: Kay and Brother. Boston: -Munroe and Co. Pittsburg: Kay and Co.</p> - -<p class="date">1844. Same Title. Philadelphia: James Kay jun.<a name="FNanchor_486" id="FNanchor_486"></a><a href="#Footnote_486" class="fnanchor">[486]</a></p> - -<h5>11</h5> - -<p class="date">1842. <span class="smcap">Wordsworth’s Poems.</span> In “The New World,” vol. -iv. No. 16. New York: Park Benjamin, Editor. -Sat. April 9, <i>Sonnet Written at Florence</i>; April -16, <i>Address to the Clouds, Suggested by a Picture -of the Bird of Paradise</i>; <i>Maternal Grief</i> (“New -Poems, never before published”). May 7, <i>Guilt -and Sorrow</i> (“From proof sheets received in -advance”).<a name="FNanchor_487" id="FNanchor_487"></a><a href="#Footnote_487" class="fnanchor">[487]</a></p> - -<h5>12</h5> - -<p class="date">1843. <span class="smcap">Poems from the Poetical Works of William -Wordsworth.</span> Selected by Henry Reed.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Go forth, my little Book; pursue thy way;</div> -<div class="verse">Go forth, and please the gentle and the good.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Philadelphia: John Locken. 32mo.</p> - -<p>(Entered according to the Act of Congress in 1841.)</p> - -<p class="date">1846. Same Title. Philadelphia: Uriah Hunt and Son. 32mo.</p> - -<p>Same Title. New York: Leavitt and Co.<a name="FNanchor_488" id="FNanchor_488"></a><a href="#Footnote_488" class="fnanchor">[488]</a></p> - -<p class="date">1853. Same Title. New York: Leavitt and Allen. 24mo.</p> - -<p class="date">1856. Same Title.<a name="FNanchor_489" id="FNanchor_489"></a><a href="#Footnote_489" class="fnanchor">[489]</a> New York: Leavitt and Allen.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_388" id="Page_388">[388]</a></span></p> - -<h5>13</h5> - -<p class="date">1847. <span class="smcap">Wordsworth’s Complete Poetical and Prose -Works.</span><a name="FNanchor_490" id="FNanchor_490"></a><a href="#Footnote_490" class="fnanchor">[490]</a> In 5 vols. (In Press.) Philadelphia: -Kay and Troutman. 12mo.</p> - -<h5>14</h5> - -<p class="date">1849. <span class="smcap">Poems of William Wordsworth</span>: with an Introductory -Essay on his Life and Writings. By H. -T. Tuckerman. New York: C. S. Francis and -Co. 12mo. pp. 21-356; also, Boston: J. H. -Francis.<a name="FNanchor_491" id="FNanchor_491"></a><a href="#Footnote_491" class="fnanchor">[491]</a></p> - -<h5>15</h5> - -<p class="date">1849. <span class="smcap">The Excursion</span>: a Poem. New York: C. S. Francis -and Co. 12mo.</p> - -<p class="date">1850. <span class="smcap">The Excursion</span>, etc. New York: C. S. Francis and -Co. 12mo.</p> - -<p class="date">1852-55. The above was again republished.</p> - -<h5>16</h5> - -<p class="date">1850. <span class="smcap">The Prelude</span>; or, Growth of a Poet’s Mind. New -York: Appleton and Co. 12mo.</p> - -<p class="date">1850. <span class="smcap">The Prelude</span>, etc. Philadelphia: George S. Appleton -and Co. 12mo.</p> - -<h5>17</h5> - -<p class="date">1850. <span class="smcap">The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth.</span> -Boston: Phillips, Sampson and Co. 12mo. -Reprinted in 1857 and 1859.</p> - -<p class="date">1859. Same Title. Boston: Phillips, Sampson and Co. -16mo.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_389" id="Page_389">[389]</a></span></p> - -<h5>18</h5> - -<p class="date">1851. <span class="smcap">The Complete Poetical Works of William -Wordsworth.</span> Edited by Henry Reed. Royal -8vo. Philadelphia: James Kay jun. and Brother. -Also, Kay and Troutman. Also, Troutman and -Hayes. Also, Hayes and Zell. Also, Porter and -Coates.<a name="FNanchor_492" id="FNanchor_492"></a><a href="#Footnote_492" class="fnanchor">[492]</a></p> - -<p class="date">1852. <span class="smcap">The Complete Poetical Works of William -Wordsworth.</span> Edited by Henry Reed. 8vo. -Philadelphia: Troutman and Hayes.</p> - -<p class="date">1860. <span class="smcap">The Complete Poetical Works of William -Wordsworth.</span> Edited by Henry Reed. Royal -8vo. pp. 727.<a name="FNanchor_493" id="FNanchor_493"></a><a href="#Footnote_493" class="fnanchor">[493]</a></p> - -<h5>19</h5> - -<p class="date">1854. <span class="smcap">The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth</span>, -with a Memoir.<a name="FNanchor_494" id="FNanchor_494"></a><a href="#Footnote_494" class="fnanchor">[494]</a> Boston: Little, Brown and Co. -Also, New York: Evans and Dickenson. Also, -Philadelphia: Lippincott, Grant and Co. 18mo. -7 vols.</p> - -<h5>20</h5> - -<p class="date">1855. <span class="smcap">Poetical Works of W. Wordsworth.</span> Portrait. -Boston: Crosby and Nichols(?) 12mo.</p> - -<h5>21</h5> - -<p class="date">1855. <span class="smcap">The Prelude.</span> New York: Appleton and Co. -12mo. Second Edition.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_390" id="Page_390">[390]</a></span></p> - -<h5>22</h5> - -<p class="date">1860. <span class="smcap">Poetical Works of Wordsworth.</span><a name="FNanchor_495" id="FNanchor_495"></a><a href="#Footnote_495" class="fnanchor">[495]</a> 2 vols. New -York: 12mo.</p> - -<h5>23</h5> - -<p class="date">1863. <span class="smcap">Selections From Wordsworth</span>, with an Essay by -H. T. Tuckerman. Philadelphia. 32mo.<a name="FNanchor_496" id="FNanchor_496"></a><a href="#Footnote_496" class="fnanchor">[496]</a></p> - -<p class="date">1863. Same Title. Boston.</p> - -<h5>24</h5> - -<p class="date">1865. <span class="smcap">Poems of Nature and Sentiment.</span> By William -Wordsworth. Elegantly illustrated. Philadelphia: -E. H. Butler and Co.<a name="FNanchor_497" id="FNanchor_497"></a><a href="#Footnote_497" class="fnanchor">[497]</a></p> - -<h5>25</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth.</span><a name="FNanchor_498" id="FNanchor_498"></a><a href="#Footnote_498" class="fnanchor">[498]</a> -A new edition. Boston: Crosby and Nichols. -12mo.</p> - -<p class="date">1867. <span class="smcap">The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth.</span> -A new edition. Boston: Crosby and Ainsworth. -New York: Oliver S. Felt. 16mo. pp. 539.<a name="FNanchor_499" id="FNanchor_499"></a><a href="#Footnote_499" class="fnanchor">[499]</a></p> - -<h5>26</h5> - -<p class="date">1870. <span class="smcap">The Excursion</span>: a Poem. A new edition. New -York: J. Miller. 16mo.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_391" id="Page_391">[391]</a></span></p> - -<h5>27</h5> - -<p class="date">1871-75. <span class="smcap">The Howe Memorial Primer</span>, in raised letters -for the Blind. <span class="smcap">Wordsworth’s Poetical -Works</span>, with a Memoir. Boston. 7 vols. -16mo. Portrait.</p> - -<h5>28</h5> - -<p class="date">1876. <span class="smcap">Wordsworth’s Poems.</span> Selected and Prepared for -Schools. Edited by H. N. Hudson. Boston: -Ginn and Co. 12mo. “Text-book of Prose -and Poetry Series.”</p> - -<p class="date">1882. Same Title. In paper. Hudson’s Pamphlet Selections -of Poetry. (No. VI. Wordsworth.)</p> - -<h5>29</h5> - -<p class="date">1877. <span class="smcap">Favorite Poems.</span> Vest-pocket Series. Boston: -Osgood. Illustrated. 32mo.</p> - -<p class="date">1877. <span class="smcap">Favorite Poems.</span> Illustrated. Boston, Massachusetts. -(Printed at Cambridge.) 16mo.</p> - -<h5>30</h5> - -<p class="date">1877. <span class="smcap">The Poetical Works.</span> New edition. Boston: -Hurd and Houghton. 8vo. 3 vols.</p> - -<h5>31</h5> - -<p class="date">1878. <span class="smcap">The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth</span>, -with Memoir. 7 vols. in 3. Boston: Houghton, -Osgood and Co. Riverside Press. 8vo; also,</p> - -<p class="date">1880. Same Title.<a name="FNanchor_500" id="FNanchor_500"></a><a href="#Footnote_500" class="fnanchor">[500]</a></p> - -<h5>32</h5> - -<p class="date">1879. <span class="smcap">Wordsworth’s Poems.</span> Chosen and Edited by -Matthew Arnold. Franklin Square Library. -New York: Harper and Brother. Paper 4to.</p> - -<p class="date">1880. Another Edition.</p> - -<p class="date">1891. Another Edition.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_392" id="Page_392">[392]</a></span></p> - -<h5>33</h5> - -<p class="date">1881. <span class="smcap">The Excursion</span>, with a Biographical Sketch. English -Classic Series. New York: Clark and Maynard. -16mo.</p> - -<p class="date">1889. Same Title. With Explanatory Notes. New York: -Effingham, Maynard and Co.</p> - -<h5>34</h5> - -<p class="date">1881-82. <span class="smcap">Favorite Poems.</span> By William Wordsworth. In -Modern Classics, No. VII. Illustrated. Boston: -Houghton, Mifflin and Co. 32mo.</p> - -<h5>35</h5> - -<p class="date">1884. <span class="smcap">Ode, Intimations of Immortality.</span> By William -Wordsworth. Illustrated. Boston: D. Lothrop -Company. Small 4to. Copyright by D. Lothrop.</p> - -<h5>36</h5> - -<p class="date">1884. <span class="smcap">Poems by William Wordsworth.</span> Selected and -Prepared for use in Schools. (From Hudson’s -<i>Text-Book of Poetry</i>.) Section I. Boston: Ginn, -Heath and Co. 12mo.</p> - -<h5>37</h5> - -<p class="date">1888. <span class="smcap">Prelude</span>; or, Growth of a Poet’s Mind. With Notes -by A. J. George. Boston: D. C. Heath and Co. -12mo.</p> - -<h5>38</h5> - -<p class="date">1888. <span class="smcap">Bits of Burnished Gold</span>, from William Wordsworth. -Compiled by Rose Porter. New York: -A. D. F. Randolph and Co. 12mo.</p> - -<h5>39</h5> - -<p class="date">1889. <span class="smcap">Selections From Wordsworth</span>. With Notes by -A. J. George. Boston: D. C. Heath and Co. -12mo.</p> - -<h5>40</h5> - -<p class="date">1889. <span class="smcap">Melodies From Nature.</span> (From Wordsworth.) -Illustrated. Boston: D. Lothrop Company. 4to.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_393" id="Page_393">[393]</a></span></p> - -<h5>41</h5> - -<p class="date">1889. <span class="smcap">Select Poems of William Wordsworth.</span><a name="FNanchor_501" id="FNanchor_501"></a><a href="#Footnote_501" class="fnanchor">[501]</a> Edited, -with Notes, by W. J. Rolfe. With Engravings. -New York: Harper Brothers. Square 16mo.</p> - -<h5>42</h5> - -<p class="date">1889. <span class="smcap">Poems by William Wordsworth.</span> Selected and -Prepared for use in School. Paper. (From -Hudson’s <i>Text-Book of Poetry</i>.) Section II. -12mo. Boston: Ginn and Co.</p> - -<h5>43</h5> - -<p class="date">1890. <span class="smcap">Select Poems From Wordsworth</span>, with Explanatory -Notes. Edited by James H. Dillard. New -York: Effingham, Maynard and Co. 12mo.</p> - -<h5>44</h5> - -<p class="date">1890. <span class="smcap">Pastorals, Lyrics and Sonnets from the Poetic -Works of William Wordsworth.</span> Boston -and New York: Houghton, Mifflin and Co. -16mo. White and Gold Series.</p> - -<h5>45</h5> - -<p class="date">1891. <span class="smcap">A Selection of the Sonnets of William Wordsworth.</span><a name="FNanchor_502" id="FNanchor_502"></a><a href="#Footnote_502" class="fnanchor">[502]</a> -With numerous Illustrations. By A. -Parsons. New York: Harper Brothers. 4to.</p> - -<h5>46</h5> - -<p class="date">1891. <span class="smcap">Wordsworth for the Young.</span> Selections. Illustrated. -With an Introduction for parents and -teachers by Cynthia Morgan St. John. Boston: -D. Lothrop Company. Small 4to. 153 pp.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_394" id="Page_394">[394]</a></span></p> - -<h5>47</h5> - -<p class="date">1892. <span class="smcap">Wordsworth’s Prefaces and Essays on Poetry.</span> -Edited by A. J. George. (Heath’s English -Classics.) Boston: D. C. Heath and Co. 12mo.</p> - -<h5>48</h5> - -<p class="date">1892. <span class="smcap">Poems of Wordsworth.</span> Chosen and Edited by -Matthew Arnold. Illustrated by Edmund H. -Garrett. New York: Thomas Y. Crowell and -Co. (Copyright 1892 by T. Y. Crowell.)</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_478" id="Footnote_478"></a><a href="#FNanchor_478"><span class="label">[478]</span></a> <i>Simon Lee</i> was probably the first poem of Wordsworth’s published -in a Literary Journal in America, and is the beginning of -Wordsworth’s Bibliography in U.S.A. A note in “The Port -Folio” (vol. i. p. 24) is as follows: “The public may remember -reading in some of the newspapers the interesting little ballads, <i>We -are Seven</i>, and <i>Goody Blake and Harry Gill</i>. They were extracted -from the ‘Lyrical Ballads,’ a collection remarkable for originality, -simplicity, and nature.… The following, <i>Simon Lee</i>, is from -the same work.”</p> - -<p>It is evident from this that two, at least, of Wordsworth’s poems -were copied into American newspapers as early as 1800, and that -Joseph Dennie, the founder, as well as editor, of “The Port Folio”—the -first purely Literary Journal established in this country—was -the first American champion of Wordsworth.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_479" id="Footnote_479"></a><a href="#FNanchor_479"><span class="label">[479]</span></a> <i>The Pet Lamb</i> appeared in this Book almost immediately after -its publication in England. It was the first poem of Wordsworth’s -published in a book in America. It was also the first instance of -the introduction of a poem of Wordsworth’s into a School Book.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_480" id="Footnote_480"></a><a href="#FNanchor_480"><span class="label">[480]</span></a> The first American edition, and the first work by Wordsworth, -printed in America. It looks as if the Poet found -appreciative readers in America sooner than in England; the first -edition of “Lyrical Ballads,” which had fallen dead in his own -country in 1798, being published in Philadelphia in 1802. The -American edition was delayed in the press, in order to include -certain pieces which first appeared in the second (English) edition -of 1802. See Humphreys’ Preface.</p> - -<p>A copy of “Lyrical Ballads,” 1802, is in the possession of -Judge Henry Reed, with exactly the same title-page as the above, -except that it reads—</p> - -<p>“Printed by James Humphreys for Joseph Groff.”</p> - -<p>It is believed that the work was printed at the joint expense of -Humphreys and Groff, each bookseller taking a certain number of -copies upon which was placed his individual imprint. Both book-sellers -advertised the volumes almost simultaneously. I know of -another copy of (1802) “Lyrical Ballads,” of which the first -volume contains the imprint of Humphreys, and the second -volume that of Groff. The two volumes are bound together, and -are <i>identical</i> in type, paper, etc.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_481" id="Footnote_481"></a><a href="#FNanchor_481"><span class="label">[481]</span></a> Amongst the contents there are four long extracts from <i>The -Excursion</i>, with titles attributed to W.W. <i>Goody Blake and -Harry Gill</i> is amongst the extracts from “Lyrical Ballads,” and -there is a long note to the former poem by Joseph Dennie.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_482" id="Footnote_482"></a><a href="#FNanchor_482"><span class="label">[482]</span></a> The first collected edition of Wordsworth’s Poems printed in -America.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_483" id="Footnote_483"></a><a href="#FNanchor_483"><span class="label">[483]</span></a> The sketch is by R. H. Home. The poems are <i>The Last of -the Flock</i>, <i>The Dungeon</i>, <i>The Mad Mother</i>, <i>Anecdote for Fathers</i>, -<i>We are Seven</i>, <i>Lines Written in Early Spring</i>, <i>The Female -Vagrant</i>, <i>Goody Blake and Harry Gill</i>, <i>The Waterfall and the -Eglantine</i>, <i>The Oak and the Broom</i>, <i>Lucy Gray</i>, <i>Hart-Leap Well</i>, -<i>Lucy</i>, <i>Nutling</i>, <i>Ruth</i>.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_484" id="Footnote_484"></a><a href="#FNanchor_484"><span class="label">[484]</span></a> Printed and published by Peck and Newton.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_485" id="Footnote_485"></a><a href="#FNanchor_485"><span class="label">[485]</span></a> First double-column edition of the poems, adopted by Moxon -in 1845 edition.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_486" id="Footnote_486"></a><a href="#FNanchor_486"><span class="label">[486]</span></a> The Boxall portrait was engraved for the above. I could not -find the 1844 imprint, but presume that it is the same as that of -1837 and 1839.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_487" id="Footnote_487"></a><a href="#FNanchor_487"><span class="label">[487]</span></a> In an editorial of April 16 of “The New World” is the -following: “We are enabled by the purchase of the printed sheets -considerably in advance of their publication in England to present -the first and only American Editions of new poems by William -Wordsworth.”</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_488" id="Footnote_488"></a><a href="#FNanchor_488"><span class="label">[488]</span></a> This is spoken of in Ellis Yarnall’s Reminiscences as having -no date. When John Locken—the first publisher—failed, the -plates passed into the possession of Messrs. Uriah Hunt and Son. -They retired from business, and Messrs. Leavitt and Co. took the -plates. It is possible that there was an edition earlier than 1843.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_489" id="Footnote_489"></a><a href="#FNanchor_489"><span class="label">[489]</span></a> The last two named are exactly as in 1843, except that they -are printed on larger paper. Why one is put down 32mo and -the other 24mo is a mystery!</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_490" id="Footnote_490"></a><a href="#FNanchor_490"><span class="label">[490]</span></a> If this edition was published, it seems to have disappeared. -It is advertised in A. V. Blake’s <i>American Booksellers’ Complete -Trade List</i>, published at Claremont, N.H., 1847.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_491" id="Footnote_491"></a><a href="#FNanchor_491"><span class="label">[491]</span></a> Copyright in 1848. It contains about one-fifth of all Wordsworth’s -poems. The Essay, which occupies ten pages, is taken -“by permission” from Tuckerman’s <i>Thoughts on Poets</i>.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_492" id="Footnote_492"></a><a href="#FNanchor_492"><span class="label">[492]</span></a> In connection with this edition, I can vouch for the five -firms of Publishers in Philadelphia, but I cannot explain it.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_493" id="Footnote_493"></a><a href="#FNanchor_493"><span class="label">[493]</span></a> “This edition contains some pieces omitted—inadvertently -it is believed—from the latest London edition.” Additional -poems have been introduced, and the arrangement changed since -the 1839 edition.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_494" id="Footnote_494"></a><a href="#FNanchor_494"><span class="label">[494]</span></a> This edition contains a remarkable “Sketch of Wordsworth’s -Life,” by James Russell Lowell, which was afterwards embodied, -with additions, in <i>Among my Books</i>. Mr. Ellis Yarnall -believed that this edition was an English reprint. I doubt this -from the fact that it is “Entered according to the Act of -Congress in 1854,” and was “Printed at Cambridge by H.O. -Houghton.”</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_495" id="Footnote_495"></a><a href="#FNanchor_495"><span class="label">[495]</span></a> This edition is mentioned in some lists, but I am inclined -to doubt if it can be authenticated.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_496" id="Footnote_496"></a><a href="#FNanchor_496"><span class="label">[496]</span></a> The size is given as 32mo. I have not seen the book.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_497" id="Footnote_497"></a><a href="#FNanchor_497"><span class="label">[497]</span></a> Edited by Waldron J. Cheney, though not credited to him. -<span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_498" id="Footnote_498"></a><a href="#FNanchor_498"><span class="label">[498]</span></a> No date is given to this edition. The firm-name and place -of business according to the Boston Directory would limit the -date of the title page at least to 1863-65. It is in the New -Haven Library. Allibone notes a volume of “Selections,” -Boston, 12mo, 1863, which may be this.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_499" id="Footnote_499"></a><a href="#FNanchor_499"><span class="label">[499]</span></a> I have placed the two works together, as they are closely -related, if not identical. The edition contains <i>The Excursion</i> -and fifty-seven other poems.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_500" id="Footnote_500"></a><a href="#FNanchor_500"><span class="label">[500]</span></a> From plates of the 1854 edition, with changes.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_501" id="Footnote_501"></a><a href="#FNanchor_501"><span class="label">[501]</span></a> This excellent edition—as to selection, size, paper, binding, -and illustrations—is the best handy edition of Wordsworth issued -in America.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_502" id="Footnote_502"></a><a href="#FNanchor_502"><span class="label">[502]</span></a> Eighty-eight of the sonnets are here illustrated with rare skill -and artistic effect. The illustrations first appeared in wood-cuts -in Harper’s <i>Monthly Magazine</i>.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h4>II<br /> -REPRINTS, AND BOOKS, BOTH ENGLISH -AND AMERICAN</h4> - -<p>A Bibliography of Wordsworth in America is not complete -without some reference to the many editions of Wordsworth, and -of works pertaining to him, which have—for the most part—appeared -simultaneously in England and America. These works -cannot properly be termed American, but they have been welcomed, -and they have also supplied a want, on this side of the Atlantic. -The editions are confined, for the most part, to the last twenty -years. I have endeavoured to select those which are of most -value.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -<div class="bibliography"> - -<h5>1</h5> - -<p class="date">1859. <span class="smcap">Wordsworth’s Pastoral Poems.</span> Illustrated. -New York: D. Appleton and Co. 12mo.</p> - -<p class="date">1875. Same Title. New York: Putnam. 12mo.</p> - -<h5>2</h5> - -<p class="date">1859. <span class="smcap">Poems by William Wordsworth.</span> Selected and -Edited by Robert Aris Willmott. Illustrated -with 100 Designs by Birket Foster and others. -London and New York: George Routledge and -Co. 4to.</p> - -<p class="date">1870. The above republished.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_395" id="Page_395">[395]</a></span></p> - -<h5>3</h5> - -<p class="date">1869. <span class="smcap">The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth.</span> -Globe Edition. Square 12mo. Philadelphia: -Lippincott and Co.</p> - -<h5>4</h5> - -<p class="date">1874. <span class="smcap">Recollections of a Tour Made in Scotland.</span> -By Dorothy Wordsworth. Edited by J. C. -Shairp. New York: G. P. Putnam’s Sons. -(Printed at the Edinburgh University Press.) -12mo.</p> - -<h5>5</h5> - -<p class="date">1880. <span class="smcap">Wordsworth’s Poems.</span> Chosen and Edited by -Matthew Arnold. Large Paper Edition. London -and New York: Macmillan and Co. 8vo.</p> - -<p class="date">1892. Same Title. With Steel Portrait. Printed on India -paper. London and New York: Macmillan and -Co. 8vo.</p> - -<h5>6</h5> - -<p class="date">1881. <span class="smcap">William Wordsworth</span>: a Biography with Selections -from Prose and Poetry. By A. J. Symington. -Boston: Roberts Brothers. 2 vols. 16mo.</p> - -<h5>7</h5> - -<p class="date">1885. <span class="smcap">Ode on Immortality and Lines on Tintern -Abbey.</span> London and New York: Cassell and -Co. 12mo. (Popular Illustrated Series.)</p> - -<h5>8</h5> - -<p class="date">1886. <span class="smcap">Pastoral Poems.</span> London and New York: Cassell -and Co. 4to.</p> - -<h5>9</h5> - -<p class="date">1887. <span class="smcap">Memorials of Coleorton.</span> Edited, with Introduction -and Notes, by William Knight. Boston and -New York: Houghton, Mifflin and Co. 12mo. -(Printed at the Edinburgh University Press.)</p> - -<h5>10</h5> - -<p class="date">1887. <span class="smcap">Through the Wordsworth Country.</span> By -William Knight. London and New York: -Scribner and Welford. Engraving. 8vo.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_396" id="Page_396">[396]</a></span></p> - -<h5>11</h5> - -<p class="date">1888. <span class="smcap">The Complete Poetical Works of William -Wordsworth.</span> With an Introduction by John -Morley. London and New York: Macmillan -and Co. Crown 8vo.</p> - -<h5>12</h5> - -<p class="date">1888. <span class="smcap">The Recluse.</span> London and New York: Macmillan -and Co. 16mo.</p> - -<h5>13</h5> - -<p class="date">1889. <span class="smcap">Wordsworthiana.</span> Edited by William Knight. -London and New York: Macmillan and Co. -16mo.</p> - -<h5>14</h5> - -<p class="date">1889. <span class="smcap">Poetical Works</span>, with Memoir. Illustrated. 8 vols. -New York: A. C. Armstrong and Son. 16mo. -(Printed at the University Press, Glasgow.)</p> - -<h5>15</h5> - -<p class="date">1889. <span class="smcap">Selections from Wordsworth.</span> By William -Knight, and other Members of the Wordsworth -Society. With Preface and Notes. New York: -Scribner and Welford. 8vo.</p> - -<h5>16</h5> - -<p class="date">1889. <span class="smcap">Wordsworth’s Poetical Works.</span> Edited by -William Knight. New York: Macmillan and -Co. 8 vols. 8vo. (First published in Edinburgh -1882-89.)</p> - -<h5>17</h5> - -<p class="date">1889. <span class="smcap">Life of William Wordsworth.</span> By William -Knight. New York (and London): Macmillan -and Co. 3 vols. 8vo. (First published in -Edinburgh, in 1889.)</p> - -<h5>18</h5> - -<p class="date">1891. <span class="smcap">William Wordsworth.</span> By Elizabeth Wordsworth. -New York: Scribner. 18mo. (Also London: -Percival and Co.)</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_397" id="Page_397">[397]</a></span></p> - -<h5>19</h5> - -<p class="date">1889. <span class="smcap">Early Poems by William Wordsworth.</span> Edited -by J. R. Tutin. London, etc., and New York: -George Routledge and Sons. (Routledge’s -Pocket Library.)</p> - -<h5>20</h5> - -<p class="date">1890. <span class="smcap">Dove Cottage</span>, Wordsworth’s Home from 1800 to -1808. By Stopford A. Brooke. Small paper. -London and New York: Macmillan and Co.</p> - -<h5>21</h5> - -<p class="date">1891. <span class="smcap">Wordsworth’s The White Doe of Rylstone</span>, etc. -Edited with Introduction and Notes by William -Knight. (Clarendon Press Series.) London and -New York: Macmillan and Co.</p> - -<h5>22</h5> - -<p class="date">1892. <span class="smcap">Wordsworth’s Lyrics and Sonnets.</span> Selected and -Edited by C. K. Shorter. London: David Stott. -New York: Macmillan and Co. 32mo.</p> - -<h5>23</h5> - -<p class="date">1892. <span class="smcap">Wordsworth’s Poetical Works.</span> Edited with -Memoir by E. Dowden. 7 vols. 16mo. London: -George Bell and Sons. New York: 112 Fourth -Avenue.</p> - -<h5>24</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">Gleanings from Wordsworth.</span> Edited by J. Robertson. -Vest-pocket Edition. New York: White, Stokes -and Allen. (Printed at the University Press, -Glasgow.)</p> - -<h5>25</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">We are Seven.</span> By William Wordsworth.<a name="FNanchor_503" id="FNanchor_503"></a><a href="#Footnote_503" class="fnanchor">[503]</a> With Drawings -by Mary L. Grow. Small 4to. New York: -E. P. Dutton and Co.</p> - -<h5>26</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">Ode. Intimations of Immortality.</span> With Biographical -Sketch and Notes. Boston: Houghton, Mifflin -and Co., “Riverside Literature Series,” No. 76. -March 1895.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_503" id="Footnote_503"></a><a href="#FNanchor_503"><span class="label">[503]</span></a> This was lithographed and printed by Ernest Nister at -Nuremberg.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_398" id="Page_398">[398]</a></span></p> - -<h4>III<br /> -BOOKS CONTAINING BIOGRAPHICAL -SKETCHES, AND CRITICAL ESSAYS</h4> - -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Writers are arranged in Alphabetical Order</span></p> - -<div class="bibliography"> - -<h5>1</h5> - -<p class="date">1867. <span class="smcap">Alger, W. R.</span> <i>The Genius of Solitude.</i> Boston: -Roberts Brothers. 16mo. <i>Wordsworth</i>, p. 277.</p> - -<h5>2</h5> - -<p class="date">1859-71. <span class="smcap">Allibone, S. A.</span> <i>Critical Dictionary of English -Literature, and British and American Authors.</i> -Philadelphia: J. B. Lippincott Co. 3 vols. Imperial -8vo. <i>Wordsworth</i>, vol. iii. pp. 2843-2849.</p> - -<h5>3</h5> - -<p class="date">1884. <span class="smcap">Burroughs, J.</span> “Fresh Fields.” Boston: Houghton, -Mifflin and Co. 16mo. <i>In the Wordsworth -Country</i>, p. 161.<a name="FNanchor_504" id="FNanchor_504"></a><a href="#Footnote_504" class="fnanchor">[504]</a></p> - -<h5>4</h5> - -<p class="date">1878. <span class="smcap">Calvert, G. H.</span> <i>Wordsworth; A Biographic, -Aesthetic Study.</i> Boston: Lee-Sheperd. 16mo.</p> - -<h5>5</h5> - -<p class="date">1863. <span class="smcap">Calvert, G. H.</span> <i>Scenes and Thoughts in Europe.</i> -Boston: 16mo.<a name="FNanchor_505" id="FNanchor_505"></a><a href="#Footnote_505" class="fnanchor">[505]</a></p> - -<h5>6</h5> - -<p class="date">1873. <span class="smcap">Channing, W. Ellery.</span> Address before the -Mercantile Library Company of Philadelphia,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_399" id="Page_399">[399]</a></span> -May 11, 1841. Also in his “Complete Works.” -Boston.<a name="FNanchor_506" id="FNanchor_506"></a><a href="#Footnote_506" class="fnanchor">[506]</a></p> - -<h5>7</h5> - -<p class="date">1895. <span class="smcap">Cheney, John Vance.</span> <i>Thoughts on Poetry and -the Poets.</i> Chicago. Chapter <span class="smcapuc">X.</span> is on Wordsworth.</p> - -<h5>8</h5> - -<p class="date">1879. <span class="smcap">Deshler, C. D.</span> <i>Afternoons with the Poets.</i> New -York: Harper and Brothers. 12mo. <i>Wordsworth.</i></p> - -<h5>9</h5> - -<p class="date">1871. <span class="smcap">Fields, J. T.</span> <i>Yesterdays with Authors.</i> Boston: -Houghton, Mifflin and Co.; also,</p> - -<p class="date">1889. <i>Wordsworth, A Sketch</i>, p. 253.</p> - -<h5>10</h5> - -<p class="date">1838. <span class="smcap">Frost, John.</span> <i>Select Works of the British Poets, with -Biographical Sketches.</i> Philadelphia: Thomas -Wardle. <i>Wordsworth.</i></p> - -<h5>11</h5> - -<p class="date">1849. <span class="smcap">Graham, G. F.</span> <i>English Synonyms.</i> New York: -D. Appleton and Co. Edited with an Introduction -and Illustrative Authorities. By Henry -Reed.<a name="FNanchor_507" id="FNanchor_507"></a><a href="#Footnote_507" class="fnanchor">[507]</a></p> - -<h5>12</h5> - -<p class="date">1854. <span class="smcap">Giles, H. T.</span> <i>Illustrations of Genius.</i> Boston: -Ticknor and Fields. 16mo. <i>William Wordsworth</i>, -pp. 239-266.</p> - -<h5>13</h5> - -<p class="date">1886. <span class="smcap">Griswold, H. T.</span> <i>Home Life of Great Authors.</i> -Chicago. 18mo. <i>William Wordsworth</i>, p. 43.</p> - -<h5>14</h5> - -<p class="date">1849. <span class="smcap">Griswold, R. W.</span> <i>Sacred Poets of England and -America.</i> New York. <i>Wordsworth.</i></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_400" id="Page_400">[400]</a></span></p> - -<h5>15</h5> - -<p class="date">1842. <span class="smcap">Griswold, R. W.</span> <i>Poets and Poetry of England.</i> -Philadelphia: Carey and Hunt. A Review and -Selections.</p> - -<h5>16</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">Hodgkins, Louise M.</span> <i>Guide to Nineteenth Century -Authors.</i> Boston. <i>Wordsworth Bibliography.</i></p> - -<h5>17</h5> - -<p class="date">1884. <span class="smcap">Hudson, H. N.</span> <i>Studies in Wordsworth.</i> Boston: -Little, Brown and Co.<a name="FNanchor_508" id="FNanchor_508"></a><a href="#Footnote_508" class="fnanchor">[508]</a></p> - -<h5>18</h5> - -<p class="date">1886. <span class="smcap">Johnson, C. F.</span> <i>Three Americans and Three Englishmen.</i> -New York. <i>Wordsworth.</i></p> - -<h5>19</h5> - -<p class="date">1864. <span class="smcap">Lowell, J. R.</span> <i>The Poetical Works of William -Wordsworth.</i> Boston: Little, Brown and Co. -4 vols. Vol. 1.—<i>A Sketch of Wordsworth’s Life.</i></p> - -<h5>20</h5> - -<p class="date">1876. <span class="smcap">Lowell, J. R.</span> <i>Among my Books.</i> Boston: -Houghton, Mifflin and Co. <i>Wordsworth</i>,<a name="FNanchor_509" id="FNanchor_509"></a><a href="#Footnote_509" class="fnanchor">[509]</a> -pp. 201-251.</p> - -<h5>21</h5> - -<p class="date">1887. <span class="smcap">Lowell, J. R.</span> <i>Democracy and other Addresses.</i> -Boston: Houghton, Mifflin and Co. <i>Wordsworth</i>,<a name="FNanchor_510" id="FNanchor_510"></a><a href="#Footnote_510" class="fnanchor">[510]</a> -22 pp.</p> - -<h5>22</h5> - -<p class="date">1885. <span class="smcap">Mason, E. T.</span> <i>Personal Traits of British Authors.</i> -New York: Charles Scribner’s Sons. <i>William -Wordsworth</i>, pp. 7-55.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_401" id="Page_401">[401]</a></span></p> - -<p>What follows is due to American Enterprise, -but it is, of course, not strictly American.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -<h5>23</h5> - -<p class="date">1883. <span class="smcap">Macdonald, George.</span> <i>The Imagination and other -Essays</i> (“Wordsworth’s Poetry,” pp. 245-263). -Boston: D. Lothrop and Co.</p> - -<h5>24</h5> - -<p class="date">1881. <span class="smcap">Myers, F. W. H.</span> <i>William Wordsworth.</i> (“English -Men of Letters Series.”) New York: Harper and -Brothers. 12mo.</p> - -<p class="date">1884. Same Title. New York: J. W. Lovell. 12mo.</p> - -<p class="date">1889. Same Title. New York. Harper and Brothers.</p> - -<h5>25</h5> - -<p class="date">1838. <span class="smcap">Osborn, Laughton.</span> <i>The Vision of Rubeta.</i><a name="FNanchor_511" id="FNanchor_511"></a><a href="#Footnote_511" class="fnanchor">[511]</a> -Boston: Weeks, Jordan and Co. 8vo.</p> - -<h5>26</h5> - -<p class="date">1846. <span class="smcap">Ossoli, Margaret Fuller.</span> <i>Art, Literature, and -the Drama.</i> Boston. <i>Wordsworth.</i><a name="FNanchor_512" id="FNanchor_512"></a><a href="#Footnote_512" class="fnanchor">[512]</a></p> - -<h5>27</h5> - -<p class="date">1885. <span class="smcap">Phillips, Maud Gillette.</span> <i>A Popular Manual of -English Literature.</i> New York: Harper and -Brothers. Vol. ii. pp. 217-264.</p> - -<h5>28</h5> - -<p class="date">1851. <span class="smcap">Reed, Henry.</span> <i>Memoirs of Wordsworth.</i> By C. -Wordsworth. Edited by Henry Reed. Boston: -Ticknor, Reed, and Fields.<a name="FNanchor_513" id="FNanchor_513"></a><a href="#Footnote_513" class="fnanchor">[513]</a></p> - -<h5>29</h5> - -<p class="date">1857. <span class="smcap">Reed, Henry.</span> <i>Lectures on the British Poets.</i> In -two vols. Philadelphia: Claxton, Remsen and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_402" id="Page_402">[402]</a></span> -Haffelfinger. Vol. ii. pp. 199-231. Lecture XV.—<i>Wordsworth.</i></p> - -<h5>30</h5> - -<p class="date">1870. <span class="smcap">Reed, Henry.</span> <i>Lectures on the British Poets.</i> Philadelphia: -Claxton, Reinsen and Haffelfinger. -<i>Essay on the English Sonnet</i>, vol. ii. pp. 235-272.<a name="FNanchor_514" id="FNanchor_514"></a><a href="#Footnote_514" class="fnanchor">[514]</a></p> - -<h5>31</h5> - -<p class="date">1887. <span class="smcap">Saunders, Frederick.</span> <i>Story of some Famous -Books.</i> New York: Armstrong and Son. <i>William -Wordsworth</i>, p. 125.</p> - -<h5>32</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">Saunders, Frederick.</span> <i>Evenings with Sacred Poets.</i> -New York: Randolph and Co. <i>Wordsworth.</i><a name="FNanchor_515" id="FNanchor_515"></a><a href="#Footnote_515" class="fnanchor">[515]</a></p> - -<h5>33</h5> - -<p class="date">1894. <span class="smcap">Scudder, Horace E.</span> <i>Childhood in Literature and -Art.</i> Boston: Houghton, Mifflin and Co. In -the chapter entitled “In English Literature and -Art,” Wordsworth is dealt with (chap. vi. pp. 145-157).<a name="FNanchor_516" id="FNanchor_516"></a><a href="#Footnote_516" class="fnanchor">[516]</a></p> - -<h5>34</h5> - -<p class="date">1895. <span class="smcap">Scudder, Vidad.</span> <i>The Life of the Spirit in Modern -English Poets.</i> Boston: Houghton, Mifflin and -Co. Crown 8vo.</p> - -<h5>35</h5> - -<p class="date">1892. <span class="smcap">Stedman, C. E.</span> <i>Nature and Elements of Poetry.</i> -Boston: Houghton, Mifflin and Co.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_403" id="Page_403">[403]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_517" id="FNanchor_517"></a><a href="#Footnote_517" class="fnanchor">[517]</a></p> - -<h5>36</h5> - -<p class="date">1846. <span class="smcap">Tuckerman, H. T.</span> <i>Thoughts on the Poets.</i> New -York. <i>Genius and Writings of Wordsworth.</i></p> - -<h5>37</h5> - -<p class="date">1882. <span class="smcap">Welsh, A. H.</span> <i>Development of English Literature -and Language.</i> Chicago. <i>Wordsworth</i>, vol. -ii. pp. 330-339.</p> - -<h5>38</h5> - -<p class="date">1850. <span class="smcap">Whipple, E. P.</span> <i>Essays and Reviews.</i> Boston: -Houghton, Mifflin and Co. <i>Wordsworth</i>, vol. i. -p. 222.<a name="FNanchor_518" id="FNanchor_518"></a><a href="#Footnote_518" class="fnanchor">[518]</a></p> - -<h5>39</h5> - -<p class="date">1871. <span class="smcap">Whipple, E. P.</span> <i>Literature and Life.</i> Boston: -Houghton, Mifflin and Co. <i>Wordsworth</i>, p. 253.<a name="FNanchor_519" id="FNanchor_519"></a><a href="#Footnote_519" class="fnanchor">[519]</a></p> - -<h5>40</h5> - -<p class="date">1854. <span class="smcap">Willis, N. P.</span> <i>Famous Persons and Places.</i> New -York: Charles Scribner.<a name="FNanchor_520" id="FNanchor_520"></a><a href="#Footnote_520" class="fnanchor">[520]</a></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_504" id="Footnote_504"></a><a href="#FNanchor_504"><span class="label">[504]</span></a> A reprint of the article was published in <i>The Century Magazine</i>, -1884.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_505" id="Footnote_505"></a><a href="#FNanchor_505"><span class="label">[505]</span></a> Not of much importance—the author praises Wordsworth -and criticises Jeffrey.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_506" id="Footnote_506"></a><a href="#FNanchor_506"><span class="label">[506]</span></a> About the same in the “Address” as in the “Complete -Works.”</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_507" id="Footnote_507"></a><a href="#FNanchor_507"><span class="label">[507]</span></a> Contains four hundred quotations from Wordsworth.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_508" id="Footnote_508"></a><a href="#FNanchor_508"><span class="label">[508]</span></a> Contains 258 pages on Wordsworth.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_509" id="Footnote_509"></a><a href="#FNanchor_509"><span class="label">[509]</span></a> The same as above with some corrections, and twenty-three -new pages added.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_510" id="Footnote_510"></a><a href="#FNanchor_510"><span class="label">[510]</span></a> The above was first given as an address to “The Wordsworth -Society,” 1884, and appeared in <i>Wordsworthiana</i> in 1889.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_511" id="Footnote_511"></a><a href="#FNanchor_511"><span class="label">[511]</span></a> In the Appendix are about twenty pages containing a -ferocious criticism on “Wordsworth, his Poetry and his Misrepresentations.”</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_512" id="Footnote_512"></a><a href="#FNanchor_512"><span class="label">[512]</span></a> In the Memoirs of M. F. Ossoli (Boston, vol. iii. p. 84) there -is a short reference to Wordsworth.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_513" id="Footnote_513"></a><a href="#FNanchor_513"><span class="label">[513]</span></a> Introduction and Editorial Notes by H. R., interesting and -valuable.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_514" id="Footnote_514"></a><a href="#FNanchor_514"><span class="label">[514]</span></a> In the Lecture on the Sonnet, there are interesting allusions -to Wordsworth’s Sonnets.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_515" id="Footnote_515"></a><a href="#FNanchor_515"><span class="label">[515]</span></a> This book and the previous one have about half a dozen pages -each on Wordsworth.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_516" id="Footnote_516"></a><a href="#FNanchor_516"><span class="label">[516]</span></a> The substance of this chapter on Wordsworth as a revealer of -Childhood, first appeared in <i>The Atlantic Monthly</i>, October 1885.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_517" id="Footnote_517"></a><a href="#FNanchor_517"><span class="label">[517]</span></a> In this volume there are many references to Wordsworth of -interest—especially at pp. 202, 206, 210 and 263—on <i>Subjective -Interpretation, The Pathetic Fallacy</i>, etc.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_518" id="Footnote_518"></a><a href="#FNanchor_518"><span class="label">[518]</span></a> This essay was also published in <i>The Complete Poetical Works</i>. -Philadelphia: James Kay jun. and Brothers, 1837. Also in <i>The -North American Review</i>, 1844.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_519" id="Footnote_519"></a><a href="#FNanchor_519"><span class="label">[519]</span></a> The above appeared first in <i>The North American Review</i>. -It was “written when the news came of Wordsworth’s death.” It -is not given elsewhere in this list.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_520" id="Footnote_520"></a><a href="#FNanchor_520"><span class="label">[520]</span></a> Letter V. contains some characteristic remarks on Wordsworth -by “Christopher North,” who gave Willis a note of -introduction to Wordsworth and Southey. Willis did <i>not</i> write -about Wordsworth in this book. As it is inserted in some of the -lists, I include it, with this explanation.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h4>IV<br /> -REVIEW AND MAGAZINE ARTICLES ON -WORDSWORTH PUBLISHED IN AMERICA</h4> - -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">From 1801 to 1840</span></p> - -<p>In examining American Reviews and Magazines, for articles -on Wordsworth, I find—after much laborious search—only<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_404" id="Page_404">[404]</a></span> -some insignificant notices of his poems, of no critical or literary -merit.</p> - -<p>I have carefully read each article which appears in this list, -and I add brief explanatory notes, indicative of the general -tenor of the articles. It was disheartening to find that many of -the references to Wordsworth, in Poole’s elaborate <i>Index to -Periodical Literature</i>, were inaccurate and misleading; and -that nearly all the articles on Wordsworth published in <i>Harper’s -Monthly Magazine</i> for 1850 were “conveyed” from contemporary -English journals.</p> - -<div class="bibliography"> - -<h5>1</h5> - -<p class="date">1801. <i>The Port Folio.</i> Vol. i.</p> - -<p>Memoranda regarding the first publication of “Lyrical -Ballads” in America.</p> - -<p class="date">1801. December, p. 407. The Original Prospectus of -“Lyrical Ballads.”<a name="FNanchor_521" id="FNanchor_521"></a><a href="#Footnote_521" class="fnanchor">[521]</a> (James Humphreys publisher.)</p> - -<p class="date">1801. P. 408.<a name="FNanchor_522" id="FNanchor_522"></a><a href="#Footnote_522" class="fnanchor">[522]</a></p> - -<p class="date">1802. Vol. ii. p. 62.<a name="FNanchor_523" id="FNanchor_523"></a><a href="#Footnote_523" class="fnanchor">[523]</a></p> - -<p class="date">1803. Vol. iii. p. 288.<a name="FNanchor_524" id="FNanchor_524"></a><a href="#Footnote_524" class="fnanchor">[524]</a></p> - -<p class="date">1803. P. 320. Note on the poem beginning,</p> - -<p>“A whirl-blast from behind the hill.”</p> - -<p class="date">1804. Vol. iv. p. 87. Announcement that the editor wishes -to obtain a copy of <i>Descriptive Sketches</i> (1798) -from some publisher or reader.</p> - -<p class="date">1804. P. 96.<a name="FNanchor_525" id="FNanchor_525"></a><a href="#Footnote_525" class="fnanchor">[525]</a></p> - -<h5>2</h5> - -<p class="date">1802. <i>The Philadelphia Gazette and Daily Advertiser.</i> -(Published by Samuel Relf.) Friday, Jan. 15,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_405" id="Page_405">[405]</a></span> -“Wordsworth’s Lyrical Ballads.” (The publisher’s -advertisement of the First American -Edition.)</p> - -<h5>3</h5> - -<p class="date">1819. <span class="smcap">Dana, R. H.</span><a name="FNanchor_526" id="FNanchor_526"></a><a href="#Footnote_526" class="fnanchor">[526]</a> <i>North American Review.</i> Vol. xxiii. -p. 276. In review of Hazlitt’s <i>English Poets</i>.</p> - -<h5>4</h5> - -<p class="date">1824. <i>North American Review.</i> Vol. xviii. p. 356.<a name="FNanchor_527" id="FNanchor_527"></a><a href="#Footnote_527" class="fnanchor">[527]</a></p> - -<h5>5</h5> - -<p class="date">1824. <i>United States Literary Gazette.</i> Vol. i. p. 245.<a name="FNanchor_528" id="FNanchor_528"></a><a href="#Footnote_528" class="fnanchor">[528]</a></p> - -<h5>6</h5> - -<p class="date">1825. <i>The Atlantic Magazine</i>, vol. ii. pp. 334-348.</p> - -<h5>7</h5> - -<p class="date">1827. <i>Christian Monthly Spectator.</i> Vol. ix. p. 244. (A -short article on Wordsworth.)</p> - -<h5>8</h5> - -<p class="date">1832. <span class="smcap">Prescott, W. H.</span> <i>North American Review.</i> Vol. -xxxv. pp. 171, 173-176. (In a “Review of -English Literature of Nineteenth Century,” is an -important reference to Wordsworth.)</p> - -<h5>9</h5> - -<p class="date">1836. <span class="smcap">Edwards, B. B.</span> <i>American Biblical Repository.</i> -Vol. vii. pp. 187-204.<a name="FNanchor_529" id="FNanchor_529"></a><a href="#Footnote_529" class="fnanchor">[529]</a></p> - -<h5>10</h5> - -<p class="date">1836. <i>American Quarterly Review.</i> Vol. xix. p. 66.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_406" id="Page_406">[406]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_530" id="FNanchor_530"></a><a href="#Footnote_530" class="fnanchor">[530]</a></p> - -<h5>11</h5> - -<p class="date">1836. <i>American Quarterly Review.</i> Vol. xix. pp. 420-442.<a name="FNanchor_531" id="FNanchor_531"></a><a href="#Footnote_531" class="fnanchor">[531]</a></p> - -<h5>12</h5> - -<p class="date">1836. <span class="smcap">Felton, C. C.</span> <i>The Christian Examiner.</i> Vol. xix. -p. 375.<a name="FNanchor_532" id="FNanchor_532"></a><a href="#Footnote_532" class="fnanchor">[532]</a></p> - -<h5>13</h5> - -<p class="date">1836. <span class="smcap">Porter, Noah.</span> <i>Christian Quarterly Spectator.</i><a name="FNanchor_533" id="FNanchor_533"></a><a href="#Footnote_533" class="fnanchor">[533]</a> -Vol. viii. pp. 127-151.</p> - -<h5>14</h5> - -<p><i>Christian Monthly Spectator.</i> Vol xviii. p. 1.<a name="FNanchor_534" id="FNanchor_534"></a><a href="#Footnote_534" class="fnanchor">[534]</a></p> - -<h5>15</h5> - -<p class="date">1837. <i>“Waldie’s” Octavo Library.</i> (Edited by John J. -Smith.)<a name="FNanchor_535" id="FNanchor_535"></a><a href="#Footnote_535" class="fnanchor">[535]</a></p> - -<h5>16</h5> - -<p class="date">1837. <i>“Waldie’s” Octavo Library.</i> March 21.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_407" id="Page_407">[407]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_536" id="FNanchor_536"></a><a href="#Footnote_536" class="fnanchor">[536]</a></p> - -<h5>17</h5> - -<p class="date">1837. <i>Southern Literary Messenger.</i> Vol. iii. p. 705. “By -a Virginian.”<a name="FNanchor_537" id="FNanchor_537"></a><a href="#Footnote_537" class="fnanchor">[537]</a></p> - -<h5>18</h5> - -<p class="date">1837. <span class="smcap">Whipple, E. P.</span> <i>The Complete Poetical Works of -William Wordsworth</i><a name="FNanchor_538" id="FNanchor_538"></a><a href="#Footnote_538" class="fnanchor">[538]</a> (1837).</p> - -<h5>19</h5> - -<p class="date">1839. <i>New York Review.</i> Vol. iv. pp. 1-71.<a name="FNanchor_539" id="FNanchor_539"></a><a href="#Footnote_539" class="fnanchor">[539]</a></p> - -<h5>20</h5> - -<p class="date">1839. <i>American Biblical Repository.</i><a name="FNanchor_540" id="FNanchor_540"></a><a href="#Footnote_540" class="fnanchor">[540]</a> Vol. i. pp. 206-239. -(Second edition.)</p> - -<h5>21</h5> - -<p class="date">1839. <i>Boston Quarterly Review.</i> Vol. ii. pp. 137-169. (A -review of “Wordsworth’s Poetical Works,” -London, 1832.)</p> - -<h5>22</h5> - -<p class="date">1839. <i>American Methodist Review.</i><a name="FNanchor_541" id="FNanchor_541"></a><a href="#Footnote_541" class="fnanchor">[541]</a> Vol. xxi. p. 449.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_521" id="Footnote_521"></a><a href="#FNanchor_521"><span class="label">[521]</span></a> An enthusiastic announcement.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_522" id="Footnote_522"></a><a href="#FNanchor_522"><span class="label">[522]</span></a> An appreciatory and critical Introductory Note to <i>The Waterfall -and the Eglantine</i>.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_523" id="Footnote_523"></a><a href="#FNanchor_523"><span class="label">[523]</span></a> Editorial reporting the increasing popularity of “Lyrical -Ballads,” and further commendation of the poems.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_524" id="Footnote_524"></a><a href="#FNanchor_524"><span class="label">[524]</span></a> Note on <i>The Fountain</i>.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_525" id="Footnote_525"></a><a href="#FNanchor_525"><span class="label">[525]</span></a> An editorial announcement that “Lyrical Ballads” had -reached a third edition, and containing one of the most ardent -tributes to Wordsworth in the language.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_526" id="Footnote_526"></a><a href="#FNanchor_526"><span class="label">[526]</span></a> Not long, but of much interest.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_527" id="Footnote_527"></a><a href="#FNanchor_527"><span class="label">[527]</span></a> An unsigned and excellent review of the 1824 (Boston) edition -of the poems. The writer remarks that not a volume of Wordsworth’s -poems has been published in America since 1802. Attributed -to F.W.P. Greenwood.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_528" id="Footnote_528"></a><a href="#FNanchor_528"><span class="label">[528]</span></a> Anonymous review of the 1824 (Boston) edition of the poems. -One of the very best.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_529" id="Footnote_529"></a><a href="#FNanchor_529"><span class="label">[529]</span></a> Sectarian in spirit, but on the whole fair to Wordsworth.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_530" id="Footnote_530"></a><a href="#FNanchor_530"><span class="label">[530]</span></a> Anonymous. A well-written article of about twenty-four -pages, reviewing <i>Yarrow Revisited</i>. It was one of the earliest -reviews in an American journal that claimed for Wordsworth a -high order of genius. It was probably written by Robert Walsh, -the editor of the <i>Review</i>.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_531" id="Footnote_531"></a><a href="#FNanchor_531"><span class="label">[531]</span></a> An article on Wordsworth’s sonnets on Capital Punishment, -in an article on “The English Sonnet.” Judge Henry Reed found -this to have been written by his father, Professor Henry Reed.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_532" id="Footnote_532"></a><a href="#FNanchor_532"><span class="label">[532]</span></a> An appreciative criticism of eight pages.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_533" id="Footnote_533"></a><a href="#FNanchor_533"><span class="label">[533]</span></a> Entitled “Wordsworth and his Poetry.” A review of the -1824 edition and of <i>Yarrow Revisited</i>, Boston, 1835. An estimate -of Wordsworth’s claims as a poet, and as a man. A more comprehensive, -stronger, more inviting criticism (in appealing to those -to whom the poetry is unknown) has not been written. It ranks, -in my opinion, among the best criticisms on Wordsworth written -in America.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_534" id="Footnote_534"></a><a href="#FNanchor_534"><span class="label">[534]</span></a> H. Tuckerman wrote an article on Wordsworth for his magazine. -This may be the article.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_535" id="Footnote_535"></a><a href="#FNanchor_535"><span class="label">[535]</span></a> The number for 7th March contains a notice of Wordsworth, -in a review of Reed’s <i>Complete Poetical Works of Wordsworth</i> -(1837).</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_536" id="Footnote_536"></a><a href="#FNanchor_536"><span class="label">[536]</span></a> Another mention of Reed’s edition, and of the discovery that -“a fellow-townsman,” Dr. T. C. James, anticipated the fact of -Wordsworth’s popularity. A quotation from “Memoirs of Historical -Society of Pennsylvania” to prove Dr. James’ prophecy.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_537" id="Footnote_537"></a><a href="#FNanchor_537"><span class="label">[537]</span></a> Writer unknown.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_538" id="Footnote_538"></a><a href="#FNanchor_538"><span class="label">[538]</span></a> To class this review with others of an early date, I have placed -it among Periodical Reviews. It appeared in <i>The North American -Review</i>, 1844; and again, in 1850, in <i>Essays and Reviews</i>.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_539" id="Footnote_539"></a><a href="#FNanchor_539"><span class="label">[539]</span></a> A review of Reed’s 1837 edition of “Wordsworth’s Poetical -Works.” Professor Henry Reed’s son—Judge Henry Reed of -Philadelphia—informs me that it was written by his father.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_540" id="Footnote_540"></a><a href="#FNanchor_540"><span class="label">[540]</span></a> This article is entitled “Modern English Poetry—Byron, -Shelley, and Wordsworth.”</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_541" id="Footnote_541"></a><a href="#FNanchor_541"><span class="label">[541]</span></a> By an unknown author.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_408" id="Page_408">[408]</a></span></p> - -<h4>V<br /> -CRITICISMS AND REVIEWS IN PERIODICALS -FROM 1840 TO 1870</h4> - -<p>Arranged as far as possible according to merit. It is difficult -to distinguish between the first twelve or fifteen. After them -I have placed the articles in the <i>Literary World</i>. Most of -them have not been noted in other lists, and are especially -interesting, as being additional tributes of Wordsworth’s intimate -friend, Henry Reed. I am indebted to Judge Henry Reed of -Philadelphia, for more carefully examining his father’s papers, and -to the <i>Literary World</i> for ascertaining, as far as possible, all that -his father wrote on Wordsworth. The criticisms that immediately -follow are not without interest. The last half dozen are -given, for the most part, because they appear in <i>Poole’s Index</i>, -or in other lists. I have omitted two or three which are of no -value whatever.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -<div class="bibliography"> - -<h5>1</h5> - -<p class="date">1844. <span class="smcap">Whipple, E. P.</span> <i>North American Review.</i><a name="FNanchor_542" id="FNanchor_542"></a><a href="#Footnote_542" class="fnanchor">[542]</a> Vol. -lix. pp. 352-384.</p> - -<h5>2</h5> - -<p class="date">1857. <span class="smcap">Haven, Gilbert.</span> <i>Methodist Quarterly Review.</i> Vol. -xxxix. p. 362.<a name="FNanchor_543" id="FNanchor_543"></a><a href="#Footnote_543" class="fnanchor">[543]</a></p> - -<h5>3</h5> - -<p class="date">1851. <span class="smcap">Passmore, J. C.</span> <i>The Church Review.</i> Vol. iv. pp. -169-188.<a name="FNanchor_544" id="FNanchor_544"></a><a href="#Footnote_544" class="fnanchor">[544]</a></p> - -<h5>4</h5> - -<p class="date">1866. <span class="smcap">Alger, W. R.</span> <i>Monthly Religious Magazine.</i> Vol. -xxxvi. p. 294.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_409" id="Page_409">[409]</a></span></p> - -<h5>5</h5> - -<p class="date">1850. <span class="smcap">Muzzey, A. B.</span> <i>The Christian Examiner.</i> Vol. -xlix. p. 100. (The title of this article is “Wordsworth, -the Christian Poet.”)</p> - -<h5>6</h5> - -<p class="date">1851. <span class="smcap">Goodwin, H. M.</span> <i>The New Englander.</i> Vol. xlvii. -p. 309. (Title, “Wordsworth as a Spiritual -Teacher.”)</p> - -<h5>7</h5> - -<p class="date">1851. <i>North American Review.</i> Vol. lxxiii. p. 473.<a name="FNanchor_545" id="FNanchor_545"></a><a href="#Footnote_545" class="fnanchor">[545]</a></p> - -<h5>8</h5> - -<p class="date">1851. <span class="smcap">Mountford, W.</span> <i>The Christian Examiner.</i> Vol. li. -p. 275.<a name="FNanchor_546" id="FNanchor_546"></a><a href="#Footnote_546" class="fnanchor">[546]</a></p> - -<h5>9</h5> - -<p class="date">1851. <span class="smcap">Porter, Noah.</span> <i>The New Englander Magazine.</i> -Vol. ix. p. 583.<a name="FNanchor_547" id="FNanchor_547"></a><a href="#Footnote_547" class="fnanchor">[547]</a></p> - -<h5>10</h5> - -<p class="date">1851. <span class="smcap">Wight, Orlando Williams.</span> <i>American Whig Review.</i> -Vol. xiv. pp. 68-81.<a name="FNanchor_548" id="FNanchor_548"></a><a href="#Footnote_548" class="fnanchor">[548]</a></p> - -<h5>11</h5> - -<p class="date">1851. <span class="smcap">Wight, Orlando Williams.</span> <i>American Whig Review.</i> -Vol. xiii. pp. 448-458.<a name="FNanchor_549" id="FNanchor_549"></a><a href="#Footnote_549" class="fnanchor">[549]</a></p> - -<h5>12</h5> - -<p class="date">1854. <i>Presbyterian Quarterly Review.</i> Vol. ii. pp. 643-663.<a name="FNanchor_550" id="FNanchor_550"></a><a href="#Footnote_550" class="fnanchor">[550]</a> -Article 1.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_410" id="Page_410">[410]</a></span></p> - -<h5>13</h5> - -<p class="date">1854. <i>Presbyterian Quarterly Review.</i> Vol. iii. pp. 69-88.<a name="FNanchor_551" id="FNanchor_551"></a><a href="#Footnote_551" class="fnanchor">[551]</a> -Article 2.</p> - -<h5>14</h5> - -<p class="date">1841. <span class="smcap">Tuckerman, H.</span> <i>Southern Literary Messenger.</i> Vol. -vii. p. 105.</p> - -<h5>15</h5> - -<p class="date">1850. <i>Literary World.</i> Vol. vi. p. 485. “William Wordsworth.”<a name="FNanchor_552" id="FNanchor_552"></a><a href="#Footnote_552" class="fnanchor">[552]</a></p> - -<h5>16</h5> - -<p class="date">1850. <span class="smcap">Reed, Henry.</span> <i>Literary World.</i> Vol. vi. pp. 581, -582. On Wordsworth.</p> - -<h5>17</h5> - -<p class="date">1850. <span class="smcap">Reed, Henry.</span> <i>Literary World.</i> Vol. vii. pp. 205, -206. A second short article.</p> - -<h5>18</h5> - -<p class="date">1850. <i>Literary World.</i> “The Prelude.” Vol. vii. p. -167.<a name="FNanchor_553" id="FNanchor_553"></a><a href="#Footnote_553" class="fnanchor">[553]</a></p> - -<h5>19</h5> - -<p class="date">1850. <i>Literary World.</i> “Visit to Wordsworth’s Grave.” Vol. -vii. p. 225.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_411" id="Page_411">[411]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_554" id="FNanchor_554"></a><a href="#Footnote_554" class="fnanchor">[554]</a></p> - -<h5>20</h5> - -<p class="date">1850. <span class="smcap">Spencer, J. A.</span> <i>Literary World.</i> “Visit to Wordsworth.” -November 23.<a name="FNanchor_555" id="FNanchor_555"></a><a href="#Footnote_555" class="fnanchor">[555]</a></p> - -<h5>21</h5> - -<p class="date">1851. <i>Literary World.</i> Vols. viii. ix. (May 24, June 14, -July 12, August 2.)<a name="FNanchor_556" id="FNanchor_556"></a><a href="#Footnote_556" class="fnanchor">[556]</a> Reviews of Christopher -Wordsworth’s <i>Memoirs</i> of his uncle.</p> - -<h5>22</h5> - -<p class="date">1853. <span class="smcap">Reed, Henry.</span> <i>Literary World.</i> Vol. xii. June -25.<a name="FNanchor_557" id="FNanchor_557"></a><a href="#Footnote_557" class="fnanchor">[557]</a></p> - -<h5>23</h5> - -<p class="date">1850. <i>Southern Quarterly Review.</i> Vol. xviii. p. 1. Review -of the <i>Poetical Works of Wordsworth</i>. London: -Moxon, 1845.</p> - -<h5>24</h5> - -<p class="date">1856. <i>United States Democratic Review.</i> Vol. vi. pp. 281-295. -(New Series.) Article 1. “Of Wordsworth’s -life, beginning at Bristol.”</p> - -<h5>25</h5> - -<p class="date">1856. <i>United States Democratic Review.</i> Vol. vi. p. 363. -(New Series.) Article 2.</p> - -<h5>26</h5> - -<p class="date">1850. <i>Graham Magazine.</i> Vol. i. pp. 105-116. Supposed -to be written by Charles J. Peterson. (Signed P.) -Review of the life and poetry of Wordsworth, -written by one who confessed to an admiration for -Wordsworth’s genius bordering on veneration.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_412" id="Page_412">[412]</a></span></p> - -<h5>27</h5> - -<p class="date">1878. <i>American Journal of Education.</i> Wordsworth and -Cambridge. Vol. xxviii. p. 426.<a name="FNanchor_558" id="FNanchor_558"></a><a href="#Footnote_558" class="fnanchor">[558]</a></p> - -<h5>28</h5> - -<p class="date">1843. <i>United States Democratic Review.</i> Vol. xii. p. 158.<a name="FNanchor_559" id="FNanchor_559"></a><a href="#Footnote_559" class="fnanchor">[559]</a></p> - -<h5>29</h5> - -<p class="date">1836-63. <i>Christian Review.</i> Vol. xvi. p. 434. “Wordsworth -as a Religious Poet.”</p> - -<h5>30</h5> - -<p class="date">1844. <span class="smcap">Cuyler, T. L.</span> <i>Godey’s Lady’s Book.</i> Vol. xxviii. -(January). “On the English Lakes and Wordsworth.”</p> - -<h5>31</h5> - -<p class="date">1850. <i>International Magazine.</i> Vol. i. p. 271. “A Review -of <i>The Prelude</i>, from <i>The Examiner</i>.”</p> - -<h5>32</h5> - -<p class="date">1855. <i>Brownson’s Quarterly Review.</i> Vol. xii. p. 525. -“Wordsworth’s Poetical Works.”</p> - -<h5>33</h5> - -<p class="date">1850. <i>Graham Magazine.</i> Vol. i. pp. 322, 323.<a name="FNanchor_560" id="FNanchor_560"></a><a href="#Footnote_560" class="fnanchor">[560]</a></p> - -<h5>34</h5> - -<p class="date">1842. <i>United States Democratic Review.</i> Vol. x. pp. 272-288. -(New Series.)<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_413" id="Page_413">[413]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_561" id="FNanchor_561"></a><a href="#Footnote_561" class="fnanchor">[561]</a></p> - -<h5>35</h5> - -<p class="date">1865. <i>North American Review.</i> Vol. c. p. 508. Boston: -Little, Brown and Co.</p> - -<h5>36</h5> - -<p class="date">1850. <i>Southern Literary Messenger.</i> Vol. xvi. p. 474.<a name="FNanchor_562" id="FNanchor_562"></a><a href="#Footnote_562" class="fnanchor">[562]</a></p> - -<h5>37</h5> - -<p class="date">1851. <i>Harper’s Monthly Magazine.</i> Vol. iii. p. 502.<a name="FNanchor_563" id="FNanchor_563"></a><a href="#Footnote_563" class="fnanchor">[563]</a></p> - -<h5>38</h5> - -<p class="date">1845. <span class="smcap">Bowen, F.</span> <i>North American Review.</i> Vol. lxi. p. -217.<a name="FNanchor_564" id="FNanchor_564"></a><a href="#Footnote_564" class="fnanchor">[564]</a></p> - -<h5>39</h5> - -<p class="date">1863. <span class="smcap">Alger, W. R.</span> <i>North American Review.</i> Vol. xcvi. -p. 141.<a name="FNanchor_565" id="FNanchor_565"></a><a href="#Footnote_565" class="fnanchor">[565]</a></p> - -<h5>40</h5> - -<p class="date">1850. <i>Southern Literary Messenger.</i> Vol. xvi. p. 637.<a name="FNanchor_566" id="FNanchor_566"></a><a href="#Footnote_566" class="fnanchor">[566]</a></p> - -<h5>41</h5> - -<p class="date">1863. <span class="smcap">Ward, J. H.</span> <i>North American Review.</i> Vol. xcvii. -p. 387.</p> - -<h5>42</h5> - -<p class="date">1853. <i>The National Magazine.</i> Vol. iii. No. 7, “An Estimate -of Wordsworth.”</p> - -<h5>43</h5> - -<p class="date">1853. <i>The Christian Observer.</i> Vol. 1. pp. 307-381.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_414" id="Page_414">[414]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_567" id="FNanchor_567"></a><a href="#Footnote_567" class="fnanchor">[567]</a></p> - -<h5>44</h5> - -<p class="date">1858. “The Genius of Wordsworth,” in the “Editor’s Table” -of <i>Russell’s Magazine</i>. Charleston, S.E. Vol. -iii. pp. 271-274.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_542" id="Footnote_542"></a><a href="#FNanchor_542"><span class="label">[542]</span></a> A review of the 1837 edition of Wordsworth’s poems. Perhaps -no abler or more comprehensive review of Wordsworth’s life -and writings has been written than this, by America’s foremost -critic.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_543" id="Footnote_543"></a><a href="#FNanchor_543"><span class="label">[543]</span></a> One of the best of the early American criticisms.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_544" id="Footnote_544"></a><a href="#FNanchor_544"><span class="label">[544]</span></a> A review of the 1851 edition. Contains an earnest plea for -the study of Wordsworth’s poetry in America. One of the noblest -criticisms written.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_545" id="Footnote_545"></a><a href="#FNanchor_545"><span class="label">[545]</span></a> On the “Life and Poetry of Wordsworth.” A review of <i>The -Prelude</i>. Unsigned; but the name is given elsewhere, as T. -Chase.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_546" id="Footnote_546"></a><a href="#FNanchor_546"><span class="label">[546]</span></a> A review of the <i>Memoirs of Wordsworth</i>, by his nephew, the -Bishop of Lincoln.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_547" id="Footnote_547"></a><a href="#FNanchor_547"><span class="label">[547]</span></a> A review of Professor Reed’s edition of the <i>Memoirs of -Wordsworth</i>, Boston, 1851.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_548" id="Footnote_548"></a><a href="#FNanchor_548"><span class="label">[548]</span></a> A review of the <i>Memoirs</i>, signed O. W.W.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_549" id="Footnote_549"></a><a href="#FNanchor_549"><span class="label">[549]</span></a> A review of <i>The Prelude</i>.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_550" id="Footnote_550"></a><a href="#FNanchor_550"><span class="label">[550]</span></a> Anonymous. A short review of <i>The Prelude</i>, and, at greater -length, of <i>The Life</i> (edited by Reed). An estimate of his work -and influence.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_551" id="Footnote_551"></a><a href="#FNanchor_551"><span class="label">[551]</span></a> Traces the literary life of the poet. Claims for Wordsworth -the precedence to Coleridge in the utterance of a spiritual -Philosophy.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_552" id="Footnote_552"></a><a href="#FNanchor_552"><span class="label">[552]</span></a> A notice of Wordsworth’s death, unsigned; but Mr. Wilberforce -Eames—of the Lenox Library—informs me, that their -library now owns Mr. Evert A. Duyckinck’s copy of the <i>Literary -World</i>, and that gentleman’s own initials are appended in pencil -to this article. Mr. Duyckinck was editor of the <i>Literary World</i>.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_553" id="Footnote_553"></a><a href="#FNanchor_553"><span class="label">[553]</span></a> Judge Reed, Professor Henry Reed’s son, does not attribute -this article to his father. There is an impression that Professor -Reed published an article on <i>The Prelude</i>. His lecture on that -poem was never published.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_554" id="Footnote_554"></a><a href="#FNanchor_554"><span class="label">[554]</span></a> Signed by R. F. Correspondence, <i>London Literary Gazette</i>, -August 31.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_555" id="Footnote_555"></a><a href="#FNanchor_555"><span class="label">[555]</span></a> Possibly the same as in that scarce number of the <i>Southern -Literary Messenger</i>. Vol. xvi. p. 474.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_556" id="Footnote_556"></a><a href="#FNanchor_556"><span class="label">[556]</span></a> These articles, in the opinion of Judge Henry Reed, are not -by his father, Professor Henry Reed.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_557" id="Footnote_557"></a><a href="#FNanchor_557"><span class="label">[557]</span></a> Notice to those who wish to subscribe to the Memorial to -Wordsworth, signed.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_558" id="Footnote_558"></a><a href="#FNanchor_558"><span class="label">[558]</span></a> An article on the University of Cambridge, and an account -of Wordsworth’s residence at St. John’s College, 1787-1791.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_559" id="Footnote_559"></a><a href="#FNanchor_559"><span class="label">[559]</span></a> Six pages on Wordsworth’s <i>Sonnet to Liberty</i>.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_560" id="Footnote_560"></a><a href="#FNanchor_560"><span class="label">[560]</span></a> A brief review of <i>The Prelude</i> and <i>Excursion</i>, and a -comparison between the two poems.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_561" id="Footnote_561"></a><a href="#FNanchor_561"><span class="label">[561]</span></a> On Wordsworth’s sonnets in favour of Capital Punishment.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_562" id="Footnote_562"></a><a href="#FNanchor_562"><span class="label">[562]</span></a> On the house at Rydal.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_563" id="Footnote_563"></a><a href="#FNanchor_563"><span class="label">[563]</span></a> An unsigned, four paged article on Wordsworth, Byron -Scott, and Shelley.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_564" id="Footnote_564"></a><a href="#FNanchor_564"><span class="label">[564]</span></a> In a “Review of Longfellow’s <i>Poets and Poetry of Europe</i>,” -a page on Wordsworth’s influence.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_565" id="Footnote_565"></a><a href="#FNanchor_565"><span class="label">[565]</span></a> In “The Origin and Uses of Poetry,” a few lines on -Wordsworth.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_566" id="Footnote_566"></a><a href="#FNanchor_566"><span class="label">[566]</span></a> A notice, with extracts from <i>The Prelude</i>.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_567" id="Footnote_567"></a><a href="#FNanchor_567"><span class="label">[567]</span></a> “The Religion of Wordsworth’s Poetry.”</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h4>VI<br /> -CRITICISMS AND REVIEWS IN PERIODICALS -FROM 1870 TO 1895</h4> - -<p>These are not chronologically arranged by Mrs. St. John, but -see her note to Section V.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -<div class="bibliography"> - -<h5>1</h5> - -<p class="date">1882. <span class="smcap">Dewitt, Dr. John.</span> <i>Presbyterian Review.</i> Vol. iii. -p. 241.<a name="FNanchor_568" id="FNanchor_568"></a><a href="#Footnote_568" class="fnanchor">[568]</a></p> - -<h5>2</h5> - -<p class="date">1884. <span class="smcap">Burroughs, John.</span> <i>The Century Magazine.</i> Vol. -v. p. 418. This is entitled “Wordsworth’s -Country.”</p> - -<h5>3</h5> - -<p class="date">1880. <span class="smcap">Cranch, C. P.</span> <i>The Atlantic Monthly.</i> Vol. xlv. p. -241. Entitled “Wordsworth.” A review of the -1880 Poetical Works (Boston). The writer notes -what he considers the chief excellency as well as -defects of Wordsworth’s poetry.</p> - -<h5>4</h5> - -<p class="date">1888. <span class="smcap">Murray, J. O.</span> <i>The Homiletic Review.</i> Vol. xvi. pp. -295-304. Title, “The Study of Wordsworth’s -Poetry.”</p> - -<h5>5</h5> - -<p class="date">1890. <span class="smcap">Pattison, T. H.</span> <i>The Baptist Review.</i> Vol. xii. p. -265.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_415" id="Page_415">[415]</a></span> “The Religious Influence of Wordsworth.”</p> - -<h5>6</h5> - -<p class="date">1889. <span class="smcap">Hutton, Lawrence.</span> <i>Harper’s Monthly Magazine.</i> -Vol. lxxviii.<a name="FNanchor_569" id="FNanchor_569"></a><a href="#Footnote_569" class="fnanchor">[569]</a> (in Literary Notes).</p> - -<h5>7</h5> - -<p class="date">1880-1. <span class="smcap">Conway, Moncure D.</span> <i>Harper’s Monthly Magazine.</i> -“The English Lakes and their Genii.” Vol. lxii. -pp. 7, 161, 339.</p> - -<h5>8</h5> - -<p class="date">1883. <span class="smcap">Pedder, H. C.</span> <i>The Manhattan.</i> Vol. ii. pp. 418-433.<a name="FNanchor_570" id="FNanchor_570"></a><a href="#Footnote_570" class="fnanchor">[570]</a></p> - -<h5>9</h5> - -<p class="date">1876. <span class="smcap">Yarnall, Ellis.</span> <i>Lippincott’s Magazine.</i> Vol. xviii. -pp. 543-554, 669-683. “Walks and Visits in -Wordsworth’s Country.” Written in the summer -of 1855 and 1857.</p> - -<h5>10</h5> - -<p class="date">1871. <span class="smcap">Fields, J. T.</span> <i>The Atlantic Monthly.</i> Vol. xxviii. p. -750. On Wordsworth, in an article entitled -“Our Whispering Gallery.” The same article is -cut down in <i>Yesterdays with Authors</i>.<a name="FNanchor_571" id="FNanchor_571"></a><a href="#Footnote_571" class="fnanchor">[571]</a></p> - -<h5>11</h5> - -<p class="date">1892. <span class="smcap">Parsons, Eugene.</span> <i>The Examiner.</i> Vol. lxx. p. 1. -On “Tennyson and Wordsworth.”</p> - -<h5>12</h5> - -<p class="date">1888. <span class="smcap">Williams, T. C.</span> <i>Andover Review.</i> Vol. ix. p. 30.</p> - -<h5>13</h5> - -<p class="date">1889. <span class="smcap">Noble, Fred Perry.</span> <i>The Homiletic Review.</i> Vol. -xviii. p. 306.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_416" id="Page_416">[416]</a></span> “The Value of Wordsworth to the -Preacher.”</p> - -<h5>14</h5> - -<p class="date">1873. <span class="smcap">Himes, John A.</span> <i>Lutheran Quarterly Review.</i> Vol. -iii. p. 252. “The Religious Faith of Wordsworth -and Tennyson as shown in their Poems.”</p> - -<h5>15</h5> - -<p class="date">1881. <span class="smcap">Johnson, E. E.</span> <i>American Church Review.</i> Vol. -xxxiii. p. 139. “Influence of Wordsworth’s -Poetry.”</p> - -<h5>16</h5> - -<p class="date">1886. <span class="smcap">Coan, T. M.</span> <i>The New Princeton Review.</i> Vol. i. -pp. 297-319. “Wordsworth’s Passion.”</p> - -<h5>17</h5> - -<p class="date">1889. <span class="smcap">Vedder, H. C.</span> <i>The New York Examiner</i>, August -28. “The Decline of Wordsworth.”<a name="FNanchor_572" id="FNanchor_572"></a><a href="#Footnote_572" class="fnanchor">[572]</a></p> - -<h5>18</h5> - -<p class="date">1877. <span class="smcap">Coan, T. M.</span> <i>The Galaxy.</i> Vol. xxiii. pp. 322-336. -“Wordsworth’s Corrections.”<a name="FNanchor_573" id="FNanchor_573"></a><a href="#Footnote_573" class="fnanchor">[573]</a></p> - -<h5>19</h5> - -<p class="date">1881. <span class="smcap">Bowen, F. F.</span> <i>The Dial.</i> Vol. i. p. 21. “A Review -of Myers’ Wordsworth.”</p> - -<h5>20</h5> - -<p class="date">1881. <span class="smcap">Gerhart, R. L.</span> <i>Reformed Quarterly Review.</i> Vol. -xxviii. p. 344. “Wordsworth and his Art.”</p> - -<h5>21</h5> - -<p class="date">1887. <span class="smcap">Woodberry, G. E.</span> <i>The Nation.</i> Vol. xlv. p. 487. -“Wordsworth and the Beaumonts.”</p> - -<h5>22</h5> - -<p class="date">1881. <span class="smcap">Brownell, W. C.</span> <i>The Nation.</i> Vol. xxxii. p. 153.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_417" id="Page_417">[417]</a></span> -“Myers’ Account of Wordsworth.”</p> - -<h5>23</h5> - -<p class="date">1872. <span class="smcap">Croffut, W. A.</span> <i>Lakeside Monthly.</i> Vol. viii. pp. -418-425. “Wordsworth.”</p> - -<h5>24</h5> - -<p class="date">1895. <span class="smcap">Thorpe, F. W.</span> <i>The Philadelphia Call.</i> “The -Home of Wordsworth.” Autobiographic and -critical.</p> - -<h5>25</h5> - -<p class="date">1879. <i>Appleton’s Journal.</i> Vol. xxii. p. 223. “How to -Popularise Wordsworth.”</p> - -<h5>26</h5> - -<p class="date">1874. <span class="smcap">De-Vere, A.</span> <i>The Catholic World.</i> Vol. xix. p. 795. -“Recollections of Wordsworth.”</p> - -<h5>27</h5> - -<p class="date">1875. <span class="smcap">De-Vere, A.</span> <i>The Catholic World.</i> Vol. xxii. p. 329.</p> - -<h5>28</h5> - -<p class="date">1891. <span class="smcap">Page, H. A.</span> <i>The Century Magazine.</i> No. 1. pp. -453-864. “Wordsworth and De Quincey. With -hitherto unpublished letters.”<a name="FNanchor_574" id="FNanchor_574"></a><a href="#Footnote_574" class="fnanchor">[574]</a></p> - -<h5>29</h5> - -<p class="date">1853. <i>The National Magazine.</i> Vol. iii. pp. 36-40.</p> - -<h5>30</h5> - -<p class="date">1853. <i>Brownson’s Quarterly Review.</i> Vol. xii. 525.</p> - -<h5>31</h5> - -<p class="date">1896. <span class="smcap">Theodore W. Hunt</span> in <i>Bibliotheca Sacra</i>. No. 66. -“William Wordsworth.”</p> - -<h5>32</h5> - -<p class="date">1896. <span class="smcap">J. W. Bray.</span> <i>The Literary Democracy of Wordsworth</i> -in “Poet Love.” Vol. iii. No. 6.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_568" id="Footnote_568"></a><a href="#FNanchor_568"><span class="label">[568]</span></a> On “The Homiletic Value of Wordsworth’s Poetry.” One -of the ablest papers ever written on Wordsworth. It contains the -best reply to Matthew Arnold’s estimate of his poetry.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_569" id="Footnote_569"></a><a href="#FNanchor_569"><span class="label">[569]</span></a> This is a review of Rolf’s <i>Wordsworth’s Selected Poems</i>. -It contains one of the most appreciative tributes to Wordsworth’s -influence which has appeared in America.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_570" id="Footnote_570"></a><a href="#FNanchor_570"><span class="label">[570]</span></a> On “Wordsworth and the Modern Age.” Illustrated by W. -St. J. Harper, and other artists. It deals with the especial need -of Wordsworth’s “calming influence in the exacting competition -for success,” and gives a comparison between Virgil and Wordsworth.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_571" id="Footnote_571"></a><a href="#FNanchor_571"><span class="label">[571]</span></a> Of interest to Americans.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_572" id="Footnote_572"></a><a href="#FNanchor_572"><span class="label">[572]</span></a> It aims to give some explanation of the lack of interest in -Wordsworth’s poetry in later days.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_573" id="Footnote_573"></a><a href="#FNanchor_573"><span class="label">[573]</span></a> An attempt, the writer says, to point out the corrections, -leaving their interpretation to the reader.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_574" id="Footnote_574"></a><a href="#FNanchor_574"><span class="label">[574]</span></a> Written by an Englishman, but published first in an American -magazine.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_418" id="Page_418">[418]</a></span></p> - -<h4>VII<br /> -VISITS TO WORDSWORTH BY EMINENT -AMERICANS</h4> - -<p>The following books record visits made by eminent Americans -to Wordsworth.</p> - -<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. M. St. John.</span></p> - -<div class="bibliography"> - -<h5>1</h5> - -<p class="date">1863. <span class="smcap">Hawthorne, N.</span> <i>Our Old Home, and English Note-Books.</i> -Vol. ii. pp. 24-56, etc.; also,</p> - -<p class="date">1883. Boston: Houghton, Mifflin and Co. “A Visit to -Wordsworth.”</p> - -<h5>2</h5> - -<p class="date">1856. <span class="smcap">Emerson, R. W.</span> <i>English Traits.</i> Boston: James -Munroe and Co. pp. 24-31; also,</p> - -<p class="date">1881. Boston: Houghton, Mifflin and Co. Visit to Wordsworth, -in chapter entitled “First Visit to England.”</p> - -<h5>3</h5> - -<p class="date">1876. <span class="smcap">Ticknor, George.</span> <i>Life, Letters, and Journals.</i> -Boston: James R. Osgood and Co. 2 vols. -Vol. i. pp. 287, 288, etc. Vol. ii. p. 167, etc.</p> - -<h5>4</h5> - -<p class="date">1836. <span class="smcap">Dewey, Orville.</span> <i>The Old World and the New.</i> -Boston: 2 vols. pp. 89-96.</p> - -<h5>5</h5> - -<p class="date">1884. <span class="smcap">Bryant, W. C.</span> Prose Works. In a chapter on -“Poets and Poetry of the English Language” -(New York: D. Appleton and Co.) a few pages -deal with Wordsworth.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_419" id="Page_419">[419]</a></span></p> - -<h4>VIII<br /> -A FEW POEMS ON WORDSWORTH</h4> - -<h5>1</h5> - -<p class="date">1846. <span class="smcap">Wallace, W.</span> <i>Poem on Wordsworth.</i> New York: -12mo.</p> - -<h5>2</h5> - -<p class="date">1850. <span class="smcap">Field, James T.</span> <i>Graham Magazine</i> (October). -“Wordsworth.”</p> - -<h5>3</h5> - -<p class="date">1850. <span class="smcap">Alexander, W.</span> <i>Graham Magazine</i> (November), -p. 221. “Wordsworth. (A Sonnet.)”</p> - -<h5>4</h5> - -<p class="date">1850. H. M. R. <i>Harpers Magazine.</i> “Sonnet on the Death -of Wordsworth.” Vol. i. p. 218.</p> - -<h5>5</h5> - -<p class="date">1850. E. A. W. <i>Literary World.</i> “Sonnet on Wordsworth.” -Vol. vii. p. 255.</p> - -<h5>6</h5> - -<p class="date">1874. <span class="smcap">Whittier, J. G.</span> Whittier’s Works. Boston: -Houghton, Mifflin and Co. “Poem on Wordsworth. -Written on a blank leaf of <i>Wordsworth’s -Memoirs</i>, 1851.” Vol. iv. p. 66.</p> - -<h5>7</h5> - -<p class="date">1890. <span class="smcap">Scollard, Clinton</span> (?) <i>Northern Christian Advocate.</i> -“The Poet’s Seat. A Sonnet on Wordsworth. -Written at Ambleside, 1890.”</p> - -<h5>8</h5> - -<p class="date">1893. “To Wordsworth, after reading his XXX Ecclesiastical -Sonnets” in <i>The Echo and the Poet</i>, by -William Cushing Bamburgh. N. Y. 1893.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_420" id="Page_420">[420]</a></span></p> - -<h4>IX<br /> -UNPUBLISHED LECTURES ON -WORDSWORTH</h4> - -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Essays of Special Interest</span></p> - -<h5>1</h5> - -<p class="date">1892. <span class="smcap">Corson, Hiram.</span> “The Divine Immanence in Nature, -and the relationship of the human spirit thereto, -as presented in Wordsworth’s Poetry.”</p> - -<h5>2</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">Winchester, C. T.</span> “The Lake District and Wordsworth.”</p> - -<h5>3</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">Prentiss, George L.</span> “Hurstmonceaux Rectory and -Rydal Mount.” (Personal Recollections.)</p> - -<h5>4</h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">Hoyt, A. S.</span> “Wordsworth, the Man and the Poet.” (Imperfectly -reported in <i>The Houghton Record</i>.)</p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_421" id="Page_421">[421]</a></span></p> - -<h3 id="III_FRANCE">III.—<i>FRANCE</i></h3> - -<p class="center">WORDSWORTH IN FRANCE</p> - -<p class="center">By <span class="smcap">Émile Legouis</span>, Professeur à la Faculté de Lettres, -Université de Lyon, France</p> - -<h4>I<br /> -BIBLIOGRAPHY</h4> - -<p>There is no separate or whole book on Wordsworth that I know of.</p> - -<div class="bibliography"> - -<h5><span class="smcap">Articles in Magazines, or Chapters in Books</span></h5> - -<p class="date"><i>Voyage historique et littéraire en Angleterre et en Écosse</i>, par -Amédée Pichot (<i>passim</i>). 3 vols. in 8. Paris, 1829.<a name="FNanchor_575" id="FNanchor_575"></a><a href="#Footnote_575" class="fnanchor">[575]</a> -An English translation was published in London in 1825.</p> - -<p class="date"><i>Revue Britannique.</i></p> - -<p>Mai 1827. Wordsworth, Crabbe, and Campbell, pp. -61-79, a criticism translated from the <i>New Monthly -Magazine</i>.</p> - -<p>Février 1835. Poésie domestique de la grande Bretagne, -translated from the <i>New Monthly Magazine</i>.</p> - -<p>Janvier 1836, p. 190. Compte-rendu de “Yarrow Revisited -and other Poems,” translated from the <i>Repository -of Knowledge</i>.</p> - -<p class="date"><i>Revue des Deux Mondes.</i> 1er Août 1835. William Wordsworth, -par A. Fontaney.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_422" id="Page_422">[422]</a></span><a name="FNanchor_576" id="FNanchor_576"></a><a href="#Footnote_576" class="fnanchor">[576]</a></p> - -<p class="date"><i>Revue Contemporaine.</i> 15 Décembre 1853. Poètes contemporains -de l’Angleterre: William Wordsworth et John -Wilson, par L. Étienne.</p> - -<p class="date"><i>Littérature anglaise</i> de H. Taine.<a name="FNanchor_577" id="FNanchor_577"></a><a href="#Footnote_577" class="fnanchor">[577]</a> 1864. Vol. iv. pp. -311-324.</p> - -<p class="date"><i>Études sur la Littérature contemporaine</i>, par Éd. Schérer.<a name="FNanchor_578" id="FNanchor_578"></a><a href="#Footnote_578" class="fnanchor">[578]</a></p> - -<p class="date"><i>Revue critique d’histoire et de littérature.</i> 16 Janvier 1882. -Article de James Darmesteter sur la Biographie de Wordsworth, -par Myers.<a name="FNanchor_579" id="FNanchor_579"></a><a href="#Footnote_579" class="fnanchor">[579]</a></p> - -<p class="date"><i>Essais de Littérature anglaise</i>, par James Darmesteter. Paris, -1883.<a name="FNanchor_580" id="FNanchor_580"></a><a href="#Footnote_580" class="fnanchor">[580]</a></p> - -<p class="date"><i>Histoire de la Littérature anglaise</i>, par M. Léon Boucher. -Paris, 1890. pp. 355-363.</p> - -<p class="date"><i>La Renaissance de la Poésie anglaise</i>, par Gabriel Sarrazin. -1887.</p> - -<p class="date"><i>Études et Portraits</i>, par Paul Bourget. Vol. ii. Études -anglaises.<a name="FNanchor_581" id="FNanchor_581"></a><a href="#Footnote_581" class="fnanchor">[581]</a> 1888.</p> - -<p class="date"><i>Étude sur la Vie et les Œuvres de Robert Burns</i>, par Auguste -Angellier. Paris, 1892. (<i>Passim</i>, et surtout vol. ii. pp. -362-393, Étude sur le sentiment de la nature dans Wordsworth -et autres poètes anglais contemporains.)</p> - -<p class="date"><i>Le général Michel Beaupuy</i>, par Georges Bussière et Émile -Legouis. Paris, 1891.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_575" id="Footnote_575"></a><a href="#FNanchor_575"><span class="label">[575]</span></a> Vol. ii. pp. 363-394.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_576" id="Footnote_576"></a><a href="#FNanchor_576"><span class="label">[576]</span></a> This was signed Y, which was Fontaney’s pseudonym.—E.L.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_577" id="Footnote_577"></a><a href="#FNanchor_577"><span class="label">[577]</span></a> Wordsworth et la poésie moderne de l’Angleterre.—<i>Histoire -de la Littérature anglaise</i>, par H. Taine.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_578" id="Footnote_578"></a><a href="#FNanchor_578"><span class="label">[578]</span></a> Vol. vi. pp. 127, 128, and vol. vii. pp. 1-59.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_579" id="Footnote_579"></a><a href="#FNanchor_579"><span class="label">[579]</span></a> pp. 227-236.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_580" id="Footnote_580"></a><a href="#FNanchor_580"><span class="label">[580]</span></a> pp. 227-236.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_581" id="Footnote_581"></a><a href="#FNanchor_581"><span class="label">[581]</span></a> Vol. ii. pp. 83; 126-134.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></p> - -</div> - -<h4>II<br /> -TRANSLATIONS</h4> - -<p>Pas de traduction complète, ni de volume spécial de traductions -de Wordsworth.</p> - -<p>Une traduction par Fontaney annoncée en 1837 comme -devant paraître dans le <i>Bibliothèque anglo-française</i>, n’a -pas paru.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_423" id="Page_423">[423]</a></span></p> - -<p>En dehors des poèmes ou parties de poèmes traduit par -les critiques énumérés plus haut, il n’y a guère de traduction -en prose de quelque importance.</p> - -<h5><span class="smcap">Traductions en Vers</span></h5> - -<p><span class="smcap">Madame Amable Tastu.</span> <i>We are Seven.</i></p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Sainte-Beuve.</span> <i>Joseph Delorme.</i> 1829.</p> - -<ul> -<li>“Le plus long jour de l’année,” p. 88.</li> -<li>Sonnet, “Personal Talk,” p. 123.</li> -<li>“Sonnet sur le Sonnet,” p. 124.</li> -</ul> - -<p><i>Consolations.</i> 1830.</p> - -<ul> -<li>Sonnet, “It is a beauteous evening,” p. 234.</li> -<li>Sonnet, “Not Love, nor War,” p. 239.</li> -<li>Sonnet, “Quand le poète en pleurs,” p. 236.</li> -</ul> - -<p><i>Pensées d’Août.</i> Trois sonnets imités de Wordsworth.</p> - -<ul> -<li>I. “Reposez-vous et remerciez.”</li> -<li>II. “La Cabane du Highlander.”</li> -<li>III. “Le Château de Bothwell.”</li> -</ul> - -<p>Sainte-Beuve cite en outre dans ses <i>Nouveaux Lundis</i> des -21 et 22 Avril 1862, trois sonnets de Wordsworth traduits en -vers, par l’Abbé Roussel. Ces traductions assez pauvres de -poésie sont celles des sonnets suivants—</p> - -<ul> -<li>“Nuns fret not.…”</li> -<li>“Dark and more dark.…”</li> -<li>“These words were uttered as in pensive mood.”</li> -</ul> - -<p><span class="smcap">Jean Aicard</span> a traduit <i>We are Seven</i> dans <i>La Chanson de -l’Enfant</i>.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Paul Bourget</span> (<i>Études et Portraits</i>, vol. ii. <i>op. cit.</i>) a -traduit l’un des sonnets au Duddon.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“What aspect bore the Man …?”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h4>III<br /> -INFLUENCE</h4> - -<p>Wordsworth’s influence on French literature was altogether -very slight, nor did it make itself felt till about 1830; when, -after a very limited period, it silently died away.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_424" id="Page_424">[424]</a></span></p> - -<p>Wordsworth was but little known by his contemporary -Châteaubriand, who merely names him among other poets in -his <i>Essai sur la Littérature anglaise</i>. Byron, Walter Scott, -and in a lesser degree Thomas Moore, were the only writers -of Great Britain whose works told on our literature at that -time. Villemain, in his criticism of Byron, contemptuously -dismisses all the so-called lake-poets to fix on his hero. He -calls them: “Des métaphysiciens, raisonneurs sans invention, -mélancoliques sans passion, qui, dans l’éternelle rêverie d’une -vie étroite et peu agitée, n’avaient produit que des singularités -sans puissance sur l’imagination des autres hommes. Tel était -Woodsworth (<i>sic</i>) et le subtil mais non touchant Coléridge.”</p> - -<p>To Byron also, and to him alone (Ossian being excepted) -among the poets of England, was Lamartine indebted. I am -not sure that he names Wordsworth once; but still the striking -analogy between the ideas and imaginative style of both -cannot fail to be noticed by the reader. Without insisting -on a parallel that might be drawn between many pages of <i>The -Excursion</i> and of <i>Jocelyn</i>, I will only point out two short pieces -of Lamartine that bear strong resemblance to two poems of -Wordsworth, so much so that they almost read like free -imitations—</p> - -<table summary="Comparison between Wordsworth and Lamartine"> - <tr> - <th>Lamartine</th><th>Wordsworth’s</th> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“A Augusta,” <i>Recueillements Poètiques</i>, xx.</td><td><i>Nightingale and Stock-dove.</i></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Le Fontaine du Foyard,” <i>Nouvelles Confidences</i>.</td><td><i>The Fountain.</i></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<p>Victor Hugo, so far as I know, only names Wordsworth -once, in <i>L’Âne</i>—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">…Young le pleureur des nuits,</div> -<div class="verse">Wordsworth l’esprit des lacs …</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>M. Sully Prudhomme when he wrote <i>A l’Hirondelle</i> -(stanzas, la vie intérieure) appears to have borne in mind <i>To a -Skylark</i>, “Ethereal minstrel,” etc.</p> - -<p>M. Coppée has often been called a French Wordsworth, -owing to his poetical collection called <i>Les Humbles</i>, wherein he -shows the same partiality as the English Poet does for humble -themes and characters, together with a bold attempt to naturalise -trivial or ludicrous details in serious poetry; but there is no -proof, as far as I know, of Wordsworth’s influence having been -strong upon him.</p> - -<p>If we except two or three disciples of Wordsworth, neither<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_425" id="Page_425">[425]</a></span> -he, nor the lake-poets taken as a whole, seem to have been -much thought of, or even read, by our contemporary verse-writers. -The word <i>Lakist</i> has generally been used as a -synonym for “weak and doleful mysticism.” Ex.:—</p> - -<p>(<i>a</i>) <i>Revue Encyclopédique.</i> 1831. Article de Pierre Leroux, -sur la “Poésie de notre Époque.” “L’Angleterre a entendu -autour de ses lacs bourdonner comme des ombres plaintives un -essaim de poètes abîmés dans une mystique contemplation.”</p> - -<p>(<i>b</i>) <i>Journal d’un Poète</i>, par Alfred de Vigny. (Ed. Michel -Lévy. 1867. p. 80.) “Barbier vient de publier <i>Il Pianto</i>. -Les délices de Capone ont amolli son caractère de poésie et -Brizeux a déteint sur lui ses douces couleurs virgiliennes et -laquistes (<i>sic</i>) dérivant de Sainte-Beuve.”</p> - -<p>(<i>c</i>) <span class="smcap">Théophile Gautier</span> (<i>Portraits Contemporains</i>, p. 174) -almost seems to derive the word <i>Lakiste</i> from Lamartine’s poem -called <i>Le Lac</i>. He has just mentioned the poem and goes -on: “Il ne faut pas croire que Lamartine, parce qu’il y -a toujours chez lui une vibration et une résonnance de harpe -éolienne, ne soit qu’un mélodieux <i>lakiste</i> et ne sache que -soupirer mollement la mélancolie et l’amour. S’il a le soupir, -il a la parole et le cri …” (<i>Journal Officiel</i>, 8 Mars 1869.)</p> - -<p>I now come to the man who, first and foremost among our -poets and critics, paid due homage to Wordsworth, <i>i.e.</i> Sainte-Beuve. -I have already enumerated his several translations in -verse from Wordsworth. Strange to say, the voluminous critic -has no single article with Wordsworth for its main subject; but, -whoever will go through his many volumes will find many -judicious and admiring references to the poet.</p> - -<p>Moreover, as a poet, Sainte-Beuve has endeavoured to -naturalise in France the poetic style that has been associated -with the name of Wordsworth. He expressly claims Wordsworth -as one of his masters in his <i>Consolations</i> xviii. “A -Antony Deschamps.” Among his bosom-poets he reckons—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">…Wordsworth peu connu, qui des lacs solitaires</div> -<div class="verse">Sait tòus les bleus reflets, les bruits et les mystères,</div> -<div class="verse">Et qui, depuis trente ans vivant au même lieu,</div> -<div class="verse">En contemplation devant le même Dieu,</div> -<div class="verse">A travers les soupirs de la mousse et de l’onde,</div> -<div class="verse">Distingue, au soir, des chants venus d’un meilleur monde.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The original attempt of Sainte-Beuve (for he was original in -his very choice of Wordsworth as a model at a time when Byron -engrossed all the admiration of the French poets) has been ably<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_426" id="Page_426">[426]</a></span> -characterised by Théophile Gautier in his “Portraits Contemporains” -(pp. 208, 209), an article reprinted from <i>La Gazette de -Paris</i>, 19 Novembre 1871:—</p> - -<div class="blockquote"> - -<p>“(Sainte-Beuve) avait été en poésie un inventeur. Il avait -donné une note nouvelle et toute moderne, et de tout le cénacle -c’était à coup sûr le plus réellement romantique. Dans cette -humble poésie qui rappelle par la sincérité du sentiment et la -minutie du détail observé sur nature, les vers de Crabbe, de -Wordsworth, et de Cowper, Sainte-Beuve s’est frayé de petits -sentiers à mi-côte, bordés d’humbles fleurettes, où nul en France -n’a passé avant lui. Sa facture un peu laborieuse et compliquée -vient de la difficulté de réduire à la forme métrique des idées et -des images non exprimées encore ou dédaignées jusque-là, mais -que de morceaux merveilleusement venus où l’effort n’est plus -sensible!”</p> - -</div> - -<p>Sainte-Beuve’s admiration of Wordsworth is a well-known -fact. Less generally known is the influence of this admiration -on several poets of that time (<i>circa</i> 1830-40), who, either through -Sainte-Beuve’s imitations, or with a direct knowledge of Wordsworth’s -poems, to the reading of which they had thus been -stimulated, offer great marks of resemblance with Wordsworth. -I have quoted a judgment of De Vigny that considers -Brizeux and Barbier as having turned <i>laquistes</i> through Sainte-Beuve. -I know no other immediate proof of this influence. -Perhaps Barbier and Brizeux have consigned it somewhere. -Anyhow Brizeux with his glorification of his youthful years and -school-time, with his intense love of his native Brittany, his -fond attachment to local customs and habits, his lamentations -on the death of the poetical poet as embodied in his own province -(<i>Élégie de la Bretagne</i>), is to all extent and purposes the -most thoroughly Wordsworthian of all our poets. There may -be more of Wordsworth’s <i>philosophy</i> in Lamartine, but there is -more of his <i>poetry</i> proper in Brizeux.</p> - -<p>The influence of Wordsworth on Maurice de Guérin and -Hippolyte de la Morvonnais, is more easily ascertained than the -preceding. Here, again, Sainte-Beuve appears to have been -the intermediate agent.<a name="FNanchor_582" id="FNanchor_582"></a><a href="#Footnote_582" class="fnanchor">[582]</a></p> - -<p>In 1832-33 Maurice de Guérin, fresh from the reading of -the <i>Consolations</i>, and De la Morvonnais, who came to be a direct -admirer of the Lake Poets, and chiefly of Wordsworth, set to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_427" id="Page_427">[427]</a></span> -write short poems which they aspired to make as little different -from prose as possible, rejecting all traditional ornaments, and -making little of the rhythmical improvements of the <i>Romantiques</i> -proper. Some of those pieces were inserted in a local paper as -downright prose (no stop intervening at the end of the lines), -whereas the said paper would not have made room for verse.<a name="FNanchor_583" id="FNanchor_583"></a><a href="#Footnote_583" class="fnanchor">[583]</a> -This looks like trifling, but the earnestness of this attempted -revolution is shown in the interesting poems of Maurice de -Guérin. Another outcome of this was an intended publication -on Wordsworth, of which it is impossible to say whether it was -to be a criticism, or a translation, of the English Poet. It is -thus mentioned in a letter of Guérin to De la Morvonnais of -June 30, 1836: “Nous avons adressé des circulaires à un -grand nombre d’éditeurs pour l’impression Wordsworth. Nous -attendons la réponse d’un moment à l’autre.” The answer -must have been unfavourable, as nothing more was heard of the -intended publication.</p> - -<p>The early death of Guérin left it for De la Morvonnais alone -to spread the influence of Wordsworth’s poetry in France. Of -him we read in Sainte-Beuve’s <i>Étude sur Maurice de Guérin</i>:—</p> - -<div class="blockquote"> - -<p>“La Morvonnais, vers ce temps même (1834), en était fort -préoccupé (des lakistes et de leur poésie), au point d’aller visiter -Wordsworth à sa résidence de Rydal Mount, près des lacs du -Westmoreland, et de rester en correspondance avec ce grand et -pacifique esprit, avec ce patriarche de la Muse intime. Guérin, -sans tant y songer, ressemblait mieux aux Lakistes en ne visant -nullement à les imiter.”</p> - -</div> - -<p>Of the supposed correspondence between Wordsworth and -De la Morvonnais no trace remains. M. Hippolyte de la -Blanchardière, De la Morvonnais’ grandson, has informed me -that in the collection of his grandfather’s letters there is no -letter of Wordsworth to be found. That at least a Study of -Wordsworth existed at the time is proved by the following -preface to his poem <i>La Thébaïde des Grèves</i>, written by his friend -A. Duquesnel (ed. by Didier, Quai des Augustins. 1864. -p. xxvii.)</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_428" id="Page_428">[428]</a></span></p> - -<div class="blockquote"> - -<p>“Nous avons trouvé dans les <i>Reliquiae</i> du poète de -l’Arguenon<a name="FNanchor_584" id="FNanchor_584"></a><a href="#Footnote_584" class="fnanchor">[584]</a> de précieuses études sur les lakistes. Il s’était -passionné pour ces hommes dans les dix dernières années de -sa vie (1843-53).<a name="FNanchor_585" id="FNanchor_585"></a><a href="#Footnote_585" class="fnanchor">[585]</a> Wordsworth lui semblait plus grand que -Byron, qu’il trouvait trop emphatique, trop solennel, pas assez -près de la nature. L’auteur de <i>l’Excursion</i> a exercé une pénétrante -influence sur l’esprit et le cœur de la Morvonnais, -nous trouvons dans ses cahiers des traductions en vers de -Wordsworth, de Coléridge, de Crabbe, qui, lui, ne faisait pas -partie de ce groupe. Nous les publierons peut-être un jour; -elles ont d’autant plus d’intérêt que l’on ne connaît guère les -lakistes en France, que par de rares extraits. Il s’était livré, -comme on le verra, à une étude approfondie de la littérature -anglaise. Son admiration pour Walter Scott était inexprimable.”</p> - -</div> - -<p>The study and translations above-mentioned have also been -lost, many manuscripts of De la Morvonnais having been -destroyed.</p> - -<p>It remains for me to point out some allusions to, or imitations -of, Wordsworth in the existing verse of De la Morvonnais.</p> - -<p>In the <i>Thébaïde des Grèves</i> (1838), “Le Petit Patour” is a -close imitation of <i>We are Seven</i>, the conclusion being—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Cet enfant en sait plus que moi sur l’existence;</div> -<div class="verse">Savoir vivre est savoir souffrir avec constance.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>“Le Vagabond,” a story of a vagrant by whom the poet is -taught resignation, is an imitation of <i>Resolution and Independence</i>.</p> - -<p>In “A Sainte-Beuve” are found these two lines—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">J’ai posé sous mon bras mon penseur solitaire,</div> -<div class="verse">Mon Wordsworth tant aimé de l’amant du mystère.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>In “Dispersion, à Mistress Hemans,” etc., we read this—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nous primes un poète, une femme angélique</div> -<div class="verse">Dont peu savent chez nous la voix mélancolique,</div> -<div class="verse">Disciple de Wordsworth, le sublime penseur,</div> -<div class="verse">Des lakistes chéris je la nomme la sœur.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>In “Dernières Paroles” we find this praise of Wordsworth—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Or, ce soir-là, je lus un homme de génie;</div> -<div class="verse">Celui dont la mystique et profonde harmonie</div> -<div class="verse">Sonne pour les élus des poétiques dons,</div> -<div class="verse">Et soulève notre âme en ses grands abandons …</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_429" id="Page_429">[429]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent10">…Oh! ne pourrai-je voir</div> -<div class="verse">Ces lacs du Westmoreland, mon désir, mon espoir?</div> -<div class="verse">…</div> -<div class="verse">Cet homme est honoré des puissances secrètes;</div> -<div class="verse">Lui mort, à ses beaux lacs, romantiques retraites,</div> -<div class="verse">Des pèlerins viendront, penseurs religieux.</div> -<div class="verse">Le monde méconnut l’homme mélodieux.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>I pass over many sonnets, and divers other poems, in which -the influence of Wordsworth is unmistakable, and come to a -last quotation which is useful to elucidate an allusion in Wordsworth’s -<i>The Poet’s Dream: Sequel to the Norman Boy</i>. In -this poem, written in 1842, Wordsworth says—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But oh! that Country-man of thine, whose eye, loved Child, can see</div> -<div class="verse">A pledge of endless bliss in acts of early piety,</div> -<div class="verse">In verse, which to thy ear might come, would treat this simple theme,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor leave untold our happy flight in that adventurous dream.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>As Wordsworth read very little French poetry in his old age, -I think he here alludes to a poem of his admirer De la Morvonnais, -who very likely sent him that <i>Thébaïde des Grèves</i> -(1838), in which Wordsworth was so highly praised. The -passage alluded to is taken from “Solitude,” and reads thus—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Enfant, Il (Dieu) te promet le domaine de l’ange</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Si tu gardes l’amour et la foi des aïeux,</div> -<div class="verse">Et sa mère, aujourd’hui loin de l’humaine fange,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Que tu n’as pas connue et qui t’attend aux cieux.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>As a whole, De la Morvonnais, though he imitates Wordsworth, -is very unlike him. Of course I do not mean to -compare the two, but even in like subjects he differs from -Wordsworth, owing to a sort of constitutional nervousness and -brooding melancholy.<a name="FNanchor_586" id="FNanchor_586"></a><a href="#Footnote_586" class="fnanchor">[586]</a></p> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_582" id="Footnote_582"></a><a href="#FNanchor_582"><span class="label">[582]</span></a> Voir Maurice de Guérin, <i>Journal, Lettres et Poèmes</i>, publiés -par J. S. Trébutien avec Préface de Sainte-Beuve (1860).—E.L.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_583" id="Footnote_583"></a><a href="#FNanchor_583"><span class="label">[583]</span></a> In the above work—<i>Séjour de M. de Guérin en Bretagne; -Impressions et Souvenirs de M. François du Breil de Marzan</i>, pp. -434-441.—E.L.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_584" id="Footnote_584"></a><a href="#FNanchor_584"><span class="label">[584]</span></a> H. de la Morvonnais.—E.L.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_585" id="Footnote_585"></a><a href="#FNanchor_585"><span class="label">[585]</span></a> A mistake: his admiration of Wordsworth began before -1832.—E.L.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_586" id="Footnote_586"></a><a href="#FNanchor_586"><span class="label">[586]</span></a> In <i>Voyage historique et littéraire en Angleterre et en Écosse</i>, -par Amédée Puchot, Lettre <span class="smcapuc">XXIV.</span> there are numerous references to -Wordsworth. It begins with a quotation from <i>Tintern Abbey</i>. -In Lettre <span class="smcapuc">LXV.</span> there is additional critical reference to Wordsworth -and Coleridge. In the <i>Album poétique des jeunes personnes</i>, par -Mme. Tastu, there is a “Sonnet imité de Wordsworth,” by St. -Beuve, pp. 101, 102.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">C’est un beau soir, un soir paisible et solennel,</div> -<div class="verse">A la fin du saint jour la nature en prière</div> -<div class="verse">Le tait, comme Marie à genoux sur la pierre, etc.—<span class="smcap">Ed.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>See also the <i>Nouveaux Lundis</i> of St. Beuve, 21 and 22 Avril 1862, -where there are “trois sonnets traduits en vers par l’Abbé -Roussel” from Wordsworth.</p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_430" id="Page_430">[430]</a></span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_431" id="Page_431">[431]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="ERRATA_AND_ADDENDA_LIST">ERRATA AND ADDENDA LIST</h2> - -<p class="center">REFERRING TO VOLUMES I. TO VIII.</p> - -<p>1. <i>Inistar omnium.</i>—I wish to explain the accidental omission -of Mr. T. Hutchinson’s name amongst those who helped me in -Volumes <span class="smcapuc">I.</span> and <span class="smcapuc">II.</span> (see the prefatory note to this volume), and -also that of Mr. Hill. It was due to my returning, “for -press,” an uncorrected copy of my Preface.</p> - -<p>2. Vol. ii. p. 106, <i>Ruth</i>, l. 54—The following extract -from Bartram’s <i>Travels</i>, etc., illustrates Wordsworth’s debt to -him:—</p> - -<div class="blockquote"> - -<p>Proceeding on our return to town in the cool of the evening … -we enjoyed a most enchanting view; … companies -of young innocent Cherokee virgins, some busy gathering the rich -fragrant fruit, others having already filled their baskets, lay reclined -under the shade of floriferous and fragrant native bowers … -disclosing their beauties to the fluttering breeze … whilst other -parties, more gay and libertine, were yet collecting strawberries, or -wantonly chasing their companions, tantalising them, staining their -lips and cheeks with the ripe fruit.</p> - -</div> - -<p>3. In vol. ii. p. 348, the date of publication should be -Sept. 17, 1802, not 1803.</p> - -<p>4. In <i>The Prelude</i> (vol. iii. p. 202, book v. l. 26) the -quotation which I could not trace is from Shakespeare, Sonnet -No. 64—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">This thought is as a death, which cannot choose</div> -<div class="verse">But weep to have that which it fears to lose.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>5. Vol. v. p. 113 (<i>The Excursion</i>, book iii. l. 187).—Mr. -William E. Walcott—Laurence, Mass. U.S.A.—sends me the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_432" id="Page_432">[432]</a></span> -following variant readings, which he has found in a copy of -the edition of 1814—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent9">… crystal tube</div> -<div class="verse">Be lodged therein …</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>P. 151, book iv. l. 187—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nor sleep, nor …</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>6. Vol. vii. p. 276.—This sonnet first appeared in the <i>New -Monthly Magazine</i>, part ii. p. 26, under the title, <i>To B. R. -Haydon. Composed on seeing his Picture of Napoleon, musing -at St. Helena</i>; and it is dated “Saturday, June 11th, 1831.”</p> - -<p>7. Vol. vii. p. 336.—This poem was published in the -<i>Saturday Magazine</i>, May 18, 1844, in which the fifth line is—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Woe to the purblind men who fill.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>8. It may be worth mentioning (1) that the quotation (not -noted, unfortunately, where it occurs)—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Some natural tears she drops, but wipes them soon,</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">is from <i>Paradise Lost</i>, book xii. l. 645. See also <i>An Elegy -delivered at the Hot Wells</i>, Bristol, July 1789. (2) That the -phrase “numerous verse” is from <i>Paradise Lost</i>, book v. l. -150; and (3) that “lenient hand of Time” is from Bowles’ -sonnet—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O Time, who know’st a lenient hand to lay</div> -<div class="verse">Softest on sorrow’s wound.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Amongst those which I have failed to trace are the following:</p> - -<p><i>Ecclesiastical Sonnets</i>, II. xxxiv.—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent6">… murtherer’s chain partake,</div> -<div class="verse">Corded, and burning at the social stake.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>xlv.—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">… in the painful art of dying</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><i>The Russian Fugitive</i>, Part II. l. 51—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">… if house it be or bower.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><i>Elegiac Musings</i>, l. 41—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let praise be mute where I am laid.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><i>Stanzas suggested in a Steamboat off Saint Bees’ Heads</i>, l. 37—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Cruel of heart were they, bloody of hand.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_433" id="Page_433">[433]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="INDEX_TO_THE_POEMS">INDEX TO THE POEMS</h2> - -<table summary="Index to the poems"> - <tr> - <td></td><td class="tdr">VOL.</td><td class="tdr">PAGE</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Aar, The Fall of the</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">308</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Abbeys, Old</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">100</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Address from the Spirit of Cockermouth Castle</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">347</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Address to a Child</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">50</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Address to Kilchurn Castle</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">400</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Address to my Infant Daughter, Dora</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">14</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Address to the Scholars of the Village School of ——</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">84</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Admonition</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">34</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Æneid, Translation of Part of the First Book of the</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_276">276</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Aerial Rock—whose solitary brow”</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">187</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Affliction of Margaret—, The</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">7</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Afflictions of England</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">72</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>After-Thought (Duddon)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">263</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>After-Thought (Tour on the Continent)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">315</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Airey-Force Valley</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_146">146</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Aix-la-Chapelle</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">295</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Alas! what boots the long laborious quest”</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">216</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Alban Hills, From the</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Albano, At</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_64">64</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Alfred</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">24</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Alfred, His Descendants</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">25</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Alice Fell; or, Poverty</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">272</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Aloys Reding</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">310</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ambleside</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_156">156</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>America, Aspects of Christianity in (Three Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">84</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>American Episcopacy</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">85</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>American Tradition</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">246</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ancient History, On a celebrated Event in (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">242</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Andrew Jones</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_221">221</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Anecdote for Fathers</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">234</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Animal Tranquillity and Decay</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">307</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Anticipation (October 1803)</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">436</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Anticipation of leaving School, Composed in</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">1</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Apennines, Among the Ruins of a Convent in the</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Apology (Ecclesiastical Sonnets, 1st part)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">18</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Apology (Ecclesiastical Sonnets, 2nd part)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">55</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Apology (Sonnets upon the Punishment of Death)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Apology (Yarrow Revisited)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">309</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Applethwaite, At</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">23</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Aquapendente, Musings near</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Armenian Lady’s Love, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">232</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_434" id="Page_434">[434]</a></span>Artegal and Elidure</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">45</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Authors, A plea for,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Author’s Portrait, To the</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">318</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Autumn (September)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">64</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Autumn (Two Poems)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">201</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Avarice, The last Stage of</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">60</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Avon, The (Annan)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">303</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Bala-Sala, At</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">365</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Balbi</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">237</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ballot, Protest against the</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_304">304</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Bangor, Monastery of Old</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">13</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Baptism</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">89</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Barbara</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">178</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Beaumont, Sir George, Epistle to</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">256</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Beaumont, Sir George, Upon perusing the foregoing Epistle to</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">267</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Beaumont, Sir George, Picture of Peele Castle, painted by</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">54</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Beaumont, Sir George, Beautiful Picture, painted by</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">271</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Beaumont, Sir George, Elegiac Stanzas addressed to</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">132</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Beaumont, To Lady</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">57</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Beggar, The Old Cumberland</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">299</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Beggars (Two Poems)</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">276</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“‘Beloved Vale!’ I said, ‘when I shall con’”</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">35</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Benefits, Other (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">40</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Bible, Translation of the</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">58</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Binnorie, The Solitude of</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">204</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Bird of Paradise, Coloured Drawing of the</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Bird of Paradise, Suggested by a Picture of</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_140">140</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Biscayan Rite (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">241</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Bishops, Acquittal of the</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">79</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Bishops and Priests</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">86</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Black Comb, Inscription on a Stone on the side of</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">281</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Black Comb, View from the top of</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">279</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Blest Statesman He, whose Mind’s unselfish will”</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Bologna, At (Three Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Bolton Priory, The Founding of</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">204</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Books and Newspapers, Illustrated</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_184">184</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Borderers, The</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">112</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Bothwell Castle</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">299</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Boulogne, On being stranded near the Harbour of</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">378</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Bran, Effusion on the Banks of the</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">28</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Breadalbane, Ruined Mansion of the Earl of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">295</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Brientz, Scene on the Lake of</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">315</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Brigham, Nun’s Well</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">347</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Britons, Struggle of the</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">11</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Brothers, The</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">184</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Brothers Water, Bridge at the foot of</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">293</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Brougham Castle, Song at the Feast of</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">82</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Brownie’s Cell</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">16</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Brownie, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">297</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Brugès (Two Poems)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">288</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Brugès, Incident at</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">198</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Buonaparté</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">323</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Buonaparté</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">331</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Buonaparté</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">228</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Burial in the South of Scotland, A Place of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">285</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Burns, At the Grave of</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">379</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Burns, Thoughts suggested near the Residence of</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">383</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Burns, To the Sons of</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">386</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Butterfly, To a</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">383</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_435" id="Page_435">[435]</a></span>Butterfly, To a</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">297</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Calais, August 1802</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">331</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Calais, August 15, 1802</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">334</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Calais, Composed by the Seaside, near</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">330</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Calais, Composed near</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">332</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Calais, Composed on the Beach, near</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">335</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Calais, Fish-women at</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">286</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Calvert, Raisley</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">44</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Camaldoli, At the Convent of (Three Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_72">72</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Canute</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">27</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Canute and Alfred</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">130</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Castle, Composed at ——</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">410</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Castle of Indolence,” Written in my Pocket Copy of Thomson’s</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">305</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Casual Incitement</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">14</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Catechising</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">91</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Cathedrals, etc.</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">105</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Catholic Cantons, Composed in one of the (Two Poems)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">312</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Celandine, The Small</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">21</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Celandine, To the Small (Two Poems)</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">300</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Cenotaph (Mrs. Fermor)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">135</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Chamouny, Processions in the Vale of</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">363</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Character, A</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">208</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Charles the First, Troubles of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">71</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Charles the Second</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">75</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Chatsworth</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">272</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Chaucer, Selections from (Three Poems)</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">238</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Chiabrera, Epitaphs translated from</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">229</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Chichely, Archbishop, to Henry V.</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">47</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Child, Address to a</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">50</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Child, Characteristics of a, three years old</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">252</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Child, To a (Written in her Album)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Childless Father, The</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">181</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Christianity in America, Aspects of (Three Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">84</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Churches, New</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">102</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Church to be erected (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">103</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Churchyard, New</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">104</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Cintra, Convention of (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">210</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Cistertian Monastery</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">37</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Clarkson, Thomas, To</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">62</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Clergy, Corruptions of the Higher</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">49</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Clergy, Emigrant French</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">101</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Clerical Integrity</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">78</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Clermont, The Council of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">30</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Clifford, Lord</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">82</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Clouds, To the</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_142">142</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Clyde, In the Frith of, Ailsa Crag</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">369</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Clyde, On the Frith of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">370</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Cockermouth Castle, Address from the Spirit of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">347</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Cockermouth, In sight of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">346</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Coleorton, Elegiac Musings in the grounds of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">269</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Coleorton, A Flower Garden at</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">125</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Coleorton, Inscription for an Urn in the grounds of</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">78</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Coleorton, Inscription for a Seat in the groves of</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">80</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Coleorton, Inscription in a garden of</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">76</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Coleorton, Inscription in the grounds of</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">74</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Coleridge, Hartley, To</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">351</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Collins, Remembrance of</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">33</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Cologne, In the Cathedral at</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">297</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Commination Service</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">96</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_436" id="Page_436">[436]</a></span>Complaint, A</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">17</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Complete Angler,” Written on a blank leaf in the</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">190</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Conclusion (Duddon)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">262</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Conclusion (Ecclesiastical Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">108</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Conclusion (Miscellaneous Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">177</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Conclusion (Prelude)</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">367</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Conclusion (Sonnets upon the Punishment of Death)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_111">111</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Confirmation (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">92</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Congratulation</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">102</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Conjectures</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">5</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Contrast, The. The Parrot and the Wren</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">141</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Convent in the Apennines</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Convention of Cintra, Composed while writing a Tract occasioned by the (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">210</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Conversion</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">17</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Convict, The</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_217">217</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Cora Linn, Composed at</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">26</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Cordelia M——, To</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">400</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Cottage Girls, The Three</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">351</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Cottager to her Infant, The</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">74</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Council of Clermont, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">30</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Countess’ Pillar</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">307</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Covenanters, Persecution of the Scottish</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">79</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Cranmer</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">62</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Crosthwaite Church</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_157">157</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Crusaders</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">41</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Crusades</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">31</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Cuckoo and the Nightingale, The</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">250</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Cuckoo at Laverna, The</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Cuckoo Clock, The</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_151">151</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Cuckoo, To the</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">289</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Cuckoo, To the</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">169</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Cumberland Beggar, The Old</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">299</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Cumberland Beggar, The Old, MS. Variants</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_220">220</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Cumberland, Coast of (In the Channel)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">358</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Cumberland, On a high part of the coast of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">337</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Daffodils, The</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">4</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Daisy, To the (Two Poems)</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">353</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Daisy, To the</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">360</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Daisy, To the</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">51</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Daniel, Picture of (Hamilton Palace)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">303</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Danish Boy, The</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">96</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Danish Conquests</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">27</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Danube, The Source of the</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">303</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dati, Roberto</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">234</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dedication (Miscellaneous Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">159</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dedication (Tour on the Continent)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">285</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dedication (White Doe of Rylstone)</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">102</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dedication (White Doe of Rylstone)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">42</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Departure from the Vale of Grasmere</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">377</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Deplorable his lot who tills the ground”</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">38</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Derwent, To the River</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">193</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Derwent, To the River</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">345</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Descriptive Sketches</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">35</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Descriptive Sketches</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">309</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Desultory Stanzas</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">382</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Detraction which followed the Publication of a certain Poem, On the</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">212</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Devil’s Bridge, To the Torrent at the</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">129</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_437" id="Page_437">[437]</a></span>Devotional Incitements</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">314</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dion</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">116</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dissensions</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">10</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Distractions</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">68</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dog, Incident characteristic of a favourite</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">48</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dog, Tribute to the Memory of the same</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">49</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Donnerdale, The Plain of</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">251</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dora, To (A little onward)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">132</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dora, To my Niece</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_297">297</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Douglas Bay, Isle of Man, On entering</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">360</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dover, Composed in the Valley near</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">341</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dover, Near</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">343</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dover, The Valley of (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">380</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Druidical Excommunication</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">7</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Druids, Trepidation of the</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">6</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Duddon, The River</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">225</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dungeon-Ghyll Force</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">138</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dunollie Castle (Eagles)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">292</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dunolly Castle, On Revisiting</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">371</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dunolly Eagle, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">372</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Duty, Ode to</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">37</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dyer, To the Poet John</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">273</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Eagle and the Dove, The</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_309">309</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Eagles (Dunollie Castle)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">292</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Eagle, The Dunolly</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">372</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Easter Sunday, Composed on</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">194</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ecclesiastical Sonnets</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">2</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Echo, The Mountain</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">25</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Echo upon the Gemmi</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">360</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Eclipse of the Sun, The</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">345</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Eden, The River (Cumberland)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">385</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Edward VI.</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">59</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Edward VI. signing the Warrant</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">60</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Egremont Castle, The Horn of</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">12</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Egyptian Maid, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">252</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ejaculation</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">107</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Elegiac Musings (Coleorton Hall)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">269</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Elegiac Stanzas (Goddard)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">371</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Elegiac Stanzas (Mrs. Fermor)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">132</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Elegiac Stanzas (Peele Castle)</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">54</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Elegiac Verses (John Wordsworth)</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">58</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Elizabeth</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">65</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ellen Irwin</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">124</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Emigrant French Clergy</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">101</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Emigrant Mother, The</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">284</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Eminent Reformers (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">66</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Emma’s Dell</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">153</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Engelberg</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">316</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Enghien, Duke d’</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">114</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“England! the time is come when thou should’st wean”</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">432</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>England, Afflictions of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">72</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Enterprise, To</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">218</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Episcopacy, American</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">85</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Epistle to Sir George Beaumont</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">256</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Epistle to Sir George Beaumont, Upon perusing the foregoing</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">267</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Epitaph, A Poet’s</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">75</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Epitaph in the Chapel-yard of Langdale</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_120">120</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Epitaphs translated from Chiabrera</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">229</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Ere with cold beads of midnight dew”</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">145</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_438" id="Page_438">[438]</a></span>“Even as a dragon’s eye that feels the stress”</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">69</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Evening of extraordinary splendour, Composed upon an</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">176</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Evening Star over Grasmere Water, To the</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_263">263</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Evening Walk, An</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">4</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Event in Ancient History, On a celebrated (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">242</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Excursion, The</td><td class="tdr">v</td><td class="tdr">1</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Expostulation and Reply</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">272</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fact, A, and an Imagination</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">130</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Faery Chasm, The</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">241</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fancy</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">36</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fancy and Tradition</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">306</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fancy, Hints for the</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">242</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Farewell, A</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">324</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Farewell Lines</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">155</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Farewell (Tour, 1833)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">341</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Farmer of Tilsbury Vale, The</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">147</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Far-Terrace, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">154</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Father, The Childless</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">181</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fathers, Anecdote for</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">234</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fermor, Mrs. (Cenotaph)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">135</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fermor, Mrs. (Elegiac Stanzas)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">132</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fidelity</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">44</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Filial Piety</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">231</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fir Grove (John Wordsworth)</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">66</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fishes in a Vase, Gold and Silver</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">214</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fish-women</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">286</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Flamininus, T. Quintius (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">242</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fleming, To the Lady (Rydal Chapel), (Two Poems)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">109</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Floating Island (D. W.)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_125">125</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Florence (Four Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Flower Garden, A (Coleorton)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">125</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Flowers</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">235</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Flowers (Cave of Staffa)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">378</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Flowers in the Island of Madeira</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_177">177</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Fly, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale!”</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">419</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Foresight, or Children gathering Flowers</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">298</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Forms of Prayer at Sea</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">97</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Forsaken Indian Woman, Complaint of a</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">275</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Forsaken, The</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">10</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fort Fuentes</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">328</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fountain, The</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">91</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fox, Mr., Lines composed on the expected death of</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">47</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>France, Sky-prospect from the Plain of</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">377</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Francesco Pozzobonnelli</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">236</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>French Army in Russia (Two Poems)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">107</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>French Clergy, Emigrant</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">101</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>French Revolution</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">34</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>French Revolution, In allusion to Histories of the (Three Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_130">130</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>French Royalist, Feelings of a</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">114</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Friend, To a (Banks of the Derwent)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">348</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Funeral Service</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">97</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Furness Abbey, At</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_168">168</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Furness Abbey, At</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_176">176</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Gemmi, Echo upon the</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">360</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>General Fast, Upon the late (1832)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">323</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>George the Third (November, 1813)</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">282</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>George the Third, On the death of</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">209</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_439" id="Page_439">[439]</a></span>Germans on the Heights of Hockheim, The</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">216</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Germany, Written in</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">73</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Gillies, Margaret, To (Two Poems)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Gillies, Margaret</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_306">306</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Gillies, Robert Pearce</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">33</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Gipsies</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">65</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Glad Tidings</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">15</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Gleaner, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">202</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Glen-Almain, or, The Narrow Glen</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">393</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Glencroe, At the Head of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">295</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Glowworm, The</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_231">231</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Goddard, Elegiac Stanzas</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">371</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Gold and Silver Fishes in a Vase (Two Poems)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">214</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Goody Blake and Harry Gill</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">253</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Gordale</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">185</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Grace Darling</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_310">310</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Grasmere, Departure from the Vale of (August 1803)</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">377</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Grasmere, Home at</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_235">235</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Grasmere, Inscription on the Island at</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">213</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Grasmere, Return to</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">419</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Grasmere Lake, Composed by the side of</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">73</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Grave-stone, A (Worcester Cathedral)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">201</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Great men have been among us; hands that penned”</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">346</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Green, George and Sarah</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_266">266</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Green Linnet, The</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">367</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Greenock</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">383</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Greta, To the River</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">344</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Grief, thou hast lost an ever ready friend”</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">195</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Grotto, Written in a</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_234">234</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Guernica, Oak of</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">245</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Guilt and Sorrow</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">77</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Gunpowder Plot</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">69</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Gustavus IV</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">227</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Gwerndwffnant, Holiday at</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_284">284</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>H. C., Six years old, To</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">351</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hambleton Hills, After a journey across the</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">349</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Happy Warrior, Character of the</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">7</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hart-Leap Well</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">128</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hart’s-Horn Tree</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">305</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Haunted Tree, The</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">199</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hawkshead, Written as a School Exercise at</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_211">211</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hawkshead School, In anticipation of leaving</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">1</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hawkshead School, Address to the Scholars of</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">84</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Haydon, To B. R.</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">61</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Haydon, To B. R. (Picture of Napoleon Buonaparte)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">276</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Heidelberg, Castle of (Hymn for Boatmen)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">301</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Helvellyn, To ——, on her first ascent of</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">135</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Henry Eighth, Portrait of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">166</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Her eyes are wild</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">258</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hermitage (St. Herbert’s Island)</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">210</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hermitage, Near the Spring of the</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">175</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hermit’s Cell, Inscriptions in and near</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">170</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Highland Boy, The Blind</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">420</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Highland Broach, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">310</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Highland Girl, To a</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">389</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Highland Hut</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">296</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hint from the Mountains</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">156</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hints for the Fancy</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">242</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Historian, Plea for the</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_440" id="Page_440">[440]</a></span>Hoffer</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">213</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hogg, James, Extempore Effusion upon the death of</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Holiday at Gwerndwffnant</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_284">284</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Home at Grasmere</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_235">235</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Horn of Egremont Castle, The</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">12</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Howard, Mrs., Monument of (Wetheral), (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">386</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Humanity</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">222</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hutchinson, Sarah, To</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">162</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hymn for Boatmen (Heidelberg)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">301</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hymn, The Labourer’s Noon-day</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">408</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I.F., To</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_307">307</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Idiot Boy, The</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">283</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Illustrated Books and Newspapers</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_184">184</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Illustration (The Jung-Frau)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">70</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Imagination</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">67</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Immortality, Ode, Intimations of</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_189">189</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Indian Woman, Complaint of a Forsaken</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">275</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Infant Daughter, Address to my</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">14</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Infant M—— M——, To the</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">170</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Infant, The Cottager to her</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">74</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Influence Abused</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">26</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Influence of Natural Objects</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">66</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Influences, Other</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">19</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Inglewood Forest, Suggested by a View in</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">304</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Inscription for a Monument in Crosthwaite Church (Southey)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_157">157</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Inscription for a Stone (Rydal Mount)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">269</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Inscriptions (Coleorton)</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">74</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Inscriptions (Hermit’s Cell)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">170</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Installation Ode</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_320">320</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Interdict, An</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">32</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Introduction (Ecclesiastical Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">4</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Introduction (Prelude)</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">132</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Invasion, Lines on the expected</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">437</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Inversneyde</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">389</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Invocation to the Earth</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">95</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Iona (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">379</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Iona, The Black Stones of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">381</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Isle of Man (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">362</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Isle of Man, At Bala-Sala</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">365</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Isle of Man, At Sea off the</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">359</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Isle of Man, By the Sea-shore</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">361</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Isle of Man (Douglas Bay)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">360</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Italian Itinerant, The</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">338</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Italy, After leaving (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_84">84</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“It is no Spirit who from heaven hath flown”</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">375</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“I watch, and long have watched, with calm regret”</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">197</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Jedborough, The Matron of</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">414</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Jewish Family, A</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">195</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Joanna, To</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">157</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Joanna H., Lines addressed to</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_282">282</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Joan of Kent, Warrant for Execution of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">60</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Jones, Rev. Robert</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">257</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Journey Renewed</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">257</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>June, 1820</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">214</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Jung-Frau, The, and the Fall of the Rhine</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">70</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Kendal, Upon hearing of the death of the Vicar of</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">40</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_441" id="Page_441">[441]</a></span>Kendal and Windermere Railway, On the projected</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_166">166</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Kent, To the Men of (October, 1803)</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">434</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Kilchurn Castle, Address to</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">400</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Killicranky, In the Pass of</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">435</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>King’s College Chapel, Cambridge, Inside of (Three Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">106</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Kirkstone, The Pass of</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">158</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Kirtle, The Braes of</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">124</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Kitten and Falling Leaves, The</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">16</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Laborer’s Noon-day Hymn, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">408</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lady, To a, upon Drawings she had made of Flowers in Madeira</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_177">177</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lady E. B., and the Hon. Miss P., To the</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">128</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lamb, Charles, Written after the death of</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lancaster Castle, Suggested by the view of</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_103">103</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Langdale, Epitaph in the Chapel-yard of</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_120">120</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Laodamia</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">1</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Last of the Flock, The</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">279</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Last Supper, by Leonardo da Vinci, The</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">343</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Latimer and Ridley</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">61</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Latitudinarianism</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">76</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Laud</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">71</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Leonardo da Vinci, The Last Supper</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">343</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lesbia</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Liberty (Gold and Silver Fishes)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">216</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Liberty (Tyrolese Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">214</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Liberty, Obligations of Civil to Religious</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">81</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Liege, Between Namur and</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">293</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lines, composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">51</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lines composed on the expected death of Mr. Fox</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">47</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lines, Farewell</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">155</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lines left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">108</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lines on the expected Invasion, 1803</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">437</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lines suggested by a Portrait from the Pencil of F. Stone (Two Poems)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lines written as a School Exercise at Hawkshead</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_211">211</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lines written in Early Spring</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">268</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lines written in the Album of the Countess of Lonsdale</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lines written upon a Stone, upon one of the Islands at Rydal</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">63</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lines written upon hearing of the death of the late Vicar of Kendal</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">40</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lines written while sailing in a Boat at Evening</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">32</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Liturgy, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">88</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Loch Etive, Composed in the Glen of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">291</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lombardy, In</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>London, Written in (1802), (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">344</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Longest Day, The</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">153</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Long Meg and her Daughters</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">390</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lonsdale, The Countess of (Album)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lonsdale, To the Earl of</td><td class="tdr">v</td><td class="tdr">20</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lonsdale, To the Earl of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">392</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Louisa</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">362</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Love, The Birth of</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_215">215</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Love lies bleeding (Two Poems)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_148">148</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Loving and Liking</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">320</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lowther</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">391</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lowther, To the Lady Mary</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">211</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lucca Giordano</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_183">183</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lucy Gray; or, Solitude</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">99</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lucy (Three Poems)</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">78</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lucy (Three years she grew)</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">81</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_442" id="Page_442">[442]</a></span>Lycoris, Ode to (Two Poems)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">145</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>M. H., To</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">167</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Madeira, Flowers in the Island of</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_177">177</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Malham Cove</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">184</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Manse, On the sight of a (Scotland)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">286</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>March, Written in</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">293</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Margaret ——, The Affliction of</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">7</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Mariner, By a Retired</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">364</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Mark the concentred hazels that enclose”</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">71</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Marriage Ceremony</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">94</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Marriage of a Friend, Composed on the Eve of the</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">276</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Marshall, To Cordelia</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">400</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Mary Queen of Scots, Captivity of</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">191</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Mary Queen of Scots, Lament of</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">162</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Mary Queen of Scots (Workington)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">349</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Maternal Grief</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">248</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Matron of Jedborough, The</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">414</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Matthew</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">87</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>May Morning, Composed on (1838)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_97">97</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>May Morning, Ode composed on</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">146</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>May, To</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">148</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Meditation</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">401</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Memory</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">117</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Men of the Western World!”</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Mental Affliction</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Merry England</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">343</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Michael</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">215</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Michael Angelo, From the Italian of (Three Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">380</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Michael Angelo, Translation from</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_265">265</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Milton! thou should’st be living at this hour”</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">346</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Missions and Travels</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">23</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Monasteries, Dissolution of the (Three Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">52</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Monasteries, Saxon</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">22</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Monastery, Cistertian</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">37</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Monastery of Old Bangor</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">13</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Monastic Power, Abuse of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">50</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Monastic Voluptuousness</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">51</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Monkhouse, Mary</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">170</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Monks and Schoolmen</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">39</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Monument of Mrs. Howard (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">386</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Monument (Long Meg and her Daughters)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">390</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Moon, The (The Shepherd, looking eastward)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">68</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Moon, The (With how sad steps, O Moon)</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">38</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Moon (The Crescent-moon, the Star of Love)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_127">127</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Moon, The (Sea-side)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Moon, The (Rydal)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Moon, The (Who but is pleased to watch)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_184">184</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Moon, The (How beautiful the Queen of Night)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_188">188</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Moon, The (Once I could hail)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">152</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Morning Exercise, A</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">178</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Mosgiel Farm (Burns)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">383</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Mother, The Mad</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">258</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Mother’s Return, The</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">63</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Mountains, Hint from the</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">156</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Mull, In the Sound of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">293</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Music, Power of</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">20</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Mutability</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">100</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Naming of Places, Poems on the</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">153</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Namur and Liege, Between</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">293</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_443" id="Page_443">[443]</a></span>Natural Objects, Influence of</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">66</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Near Anio’s stream, I spied a gentle Dove”</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Needlecase in the form of a Harp, On seeing a</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">157</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Negro Woman</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">342</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Newspaper, Composed after reading a</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">290</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Nightingale, The</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">214</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Nightingale, The Cuckoo and the</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">250</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Night Piece, A</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">227</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Night-thought, A</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_88">88</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Nith, On the Banks of</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">383</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Norman Boy, The</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_132">132</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Norman Conquest, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">28</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>North Wales, Composed among the Ruins of a Castle in</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">131</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Nortons, The Fate of the</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">100</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>November, 1806</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">49</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>November, 1813</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">282</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>November 1 (1815)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">63</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Nunnery</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">388</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Nun’s Well, Brigham</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">347</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Nutting</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">70</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Oak and the Broom, The</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">174</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Oak of Guernica</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">245</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Octogenarian, To an</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_185">185</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ode, Installation</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_320">320</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ode, Vernal</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">138</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ode (Who rises on the Banks of Seine)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">104</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ode (1814) (When the soft hand)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">96</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ode (1815) (Imagination—ne’er before content)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">88</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ode, The Morning of the Day of Thanksgiving</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">74</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ode to Duty</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">37</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ode to Lycoris (Two Poems)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">145</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ode composed on May Morning</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">146</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ode, Intimations of Immortality</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_189">189</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Oker Hill in Darley Dale, A Tradition of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">230</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“O Nightingale! thou surely art”</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">67</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“On Nature’s invitation do I come”</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">118</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Open Prospect</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">243</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ossian, Written in a blank leaf of Macpherson’s</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">373</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Our Lady of the Snow</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">318</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Oxford, May 30, 1820 (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">213</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Painter, To a (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Palafox</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">222</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Palafox</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">228</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Palafox</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">240</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Papal Abuses</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">33</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Papal Dominion</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">34</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Papal Power</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">36</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Papal Unity</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">42</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Parrot and the Wren, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">141</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Parsonage in Oxfordshire, A</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">217</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Pastoral Character</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">87</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Patriotic Sympathies</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">74</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Paulinus</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">15</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Peele Castle, Suggested by a Picture of</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">54</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Pelion and Ossa</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">238</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Pennsylvanians, To the</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_179">179</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Persecution</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">8</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Personal Talk</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">30</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_444" id="Page_444">[444]</a></span>Persuasion</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">16</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Peter Bell</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">1</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Peter Bell, On the detraction which followed</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">212</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Pet-Lamb, The</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">142</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Philoctetes</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">167</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Picture, Upon the sight of a beautiful</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">271</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Piety, Decay of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">163</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Piety, Filial</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">231</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Pilgrim Fathers (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">84</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Pilgrim’s Dream, The</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">167</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Pillar of Trajan, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">137</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Places of Worship</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">87</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Plea for Authors, A</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Plea for the Historian</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Poet and the Caged Turtledove, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">265</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Poet’s Dream, The</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_135">135</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Poet’s Epitaph, A</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">75</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Poet to his Grandchild, A</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_305">305</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Point at issue, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">58</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Point Rash Judgment</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">163</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Poor Robin</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_116">116</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Poor Susan, The Reverie of</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">226</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Popery, Revival of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">61</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Portrait, Lines suggested by a (Two Poems)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Portrait of I.F., On a</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_306">306</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Portrait of the Duke of Wellington, On a</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Portrait, To the Author’s</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">318</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Postscript (John Dyer)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">264</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Power of Music</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">20</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Power of Sound, On the</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">203</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Prayer at Sea, Forms of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">97</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Prayer, The Force of</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">204</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Prelude, Prefixed to “Poems of Early and Late Years”</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_123">123</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Prelude, The</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">121</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Presentiments</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">266</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Primrose of the Rock, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">274</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Prioress’ Tale, The</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">240</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Processions (Chamouny)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">363</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Prophecy, A. February, 1807</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">59</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Punishment of Death, Sonnets upon the</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_103">103</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Queen, To the</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_319">319</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Quillinan, To Rothay</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">171</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Railway, On the projected Kendal and Windermere</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_166">166</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Railways, etc.</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">389</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rainbow, The</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">291</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ranz des Vaches, On hearing the</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">326</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Recovery</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">9</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Redbreast chasing the Butterfly, The</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">295</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Redbreast, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">410</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Redbreast, To a</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Reflections</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">57</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Reformation, General view of the Troubles of the</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">64</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Reformers, Eminent (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">66</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Reformers in Exile, English</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">64</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Regrets</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">99</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Regrets, Imaginative</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">56</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Repentance</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">11</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Reproof</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">21</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_445" id="Page_445">[445]</a></span>Resolution and Independence</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">312</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rest and be thankful</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">295</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Resting-place, The (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">254</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Retirement</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">165</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Return</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">248</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Return, The Mother’s</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">63</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Reverie of Poor Susan</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">226</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rhine, Author’s Voyage down the</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_273">273</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rhine, Upon the Banks of the</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">299</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Richard I</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">31</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Richmond Hill (Thomson)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">214</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ridley, Latimer and</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">61</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Robinson, To Henry Crabb (Tour in Italy, 1837)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rob Roy’s Grave</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">403</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rock, Inscribed upon a</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">173</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rocks, Two heath-clad</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_170">170</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rocky Stream, Composed on the Banks of a</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">208</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rocky Stream, On the Banks of a</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_188">188</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rogers, Samuel, To</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">280</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Roman Antiquities</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Roman Antiquities (Old Penrith)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">308</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Roman Refinements, Temptations from</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">10</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Romance of the Water Lily</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">252</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rome (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_62">62</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rome, At (Three Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rome, The Pine of Monte Mario at</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Roslin Chapel, Composed in</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">287</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rotha Q——, To</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">171</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ruins of a Castle in North Wales</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">131</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rural Architecture</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">206</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rural Ceremony</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">98</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rural Illusions</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">319</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Russian Fugitive, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">239</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ruth</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">104</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rydal, At, on May Morning (1838)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rydal Chapel</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">109</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rydal, Written upon a Stone at</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">63</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rydal, In the woods of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">176</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rydal Mere, By the side of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">403</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rydal Mount, Inscription for a Stone in the Grounds of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">269</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>S. H., To</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">162</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sacheverel</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">82</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sacrament</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">93</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sailor’s Mother, The</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">270</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Saint Bees’ Head, In a Steam-boat off</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">351</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Saint Catherine of Ledbury</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Saint Gothard (Ranz des Vaches on the Pass of)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">326</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Saint Herbert’s Island, Derwent-water (Hermitage)</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">210</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Saints</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">54</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Salinero, Ambrosio</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">233</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Salisbury Plain, Incidents upon</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">77</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>San Salvador, The Church of</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">332</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Saxon Clergy, Primitive</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">19</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Saxon Conquest</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">12</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Saxon Monasteries</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">22</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Saxons</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">29</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Say, what is Honour?—’Tis the finest sense”</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">225</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Schill</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">226</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Scholars of the Village School of ——, Address to the</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">84</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_446" id="Page_446">[446]</a></span>School, Composed in anticipation of leaving</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">1</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>School Exercise at Hawkshead, Written As a</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_211">211</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Schwytz</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">324</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Scottish Covenanters, Persecution of the</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">79</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Scott, Sir Walter, Departure of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">284</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sea-shore, Composed by the</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">340</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sea-side, Composed by the</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">330</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sea-side, By the</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">338</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Seasons, Thoughts on the</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">229</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Seathwaite Chapel</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">249</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Seclusion (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">20</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sellon, To Miss</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_325">325</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>September 1, 1802</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">342</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>September, 1815</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">64</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>September, 1819</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">201</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Seven Sisters, The</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">204</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sexton, To a</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">95</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sheep-washing</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">253</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Shepherd-Boys, The Idle</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">138</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“She was a Phantom of delight”</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">1</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Simon Lee</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">262</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Simplon Pass, Column lying in the</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">356</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Simplon Pass, Stanza’s composed in the</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">357</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Simplon Pass, The</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">69</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sister, To my</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">270</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Skiddaw</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">238</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sky-lark, To a</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">42</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sky-lark, To a</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">143</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sky-prospect—From the Plain of France</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">377</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sleep, To (Three Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">42</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Snow-drop, To a</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">191</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sobieski, John</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">110</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Solitary Reaper, The</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">397</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Solitude (The Duddon)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">245</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Somnambulist, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">393</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">82</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Song for the Spinning Wheel</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">275</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Song for the Wandering Jew</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">182</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sonnet, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">163</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sonnet, June, 1820 (Fame tells of groves)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">214</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sonnet, September 1, 1802 (We had a female Passenger)</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">342</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sonnet, September, 1802 (Inland, within a hollow vale)</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">343</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sonnet, September, 1815 (While not a leaf seems faded)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">64</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sonnet, October, 1803 (One might believe)</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">430</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sonnet, October, 1803 (These times strike monied worldlings)</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">432</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sonnet, October, 1803 (When, looking on the present face of things)</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">433</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sonnet, November, 1806 (Another year!)</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">49</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sonnet, November, 1813 (Now that all hearts are glad)</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">282</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sonnet, November 1, 1815 (How clear, how keen)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">63</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sonnet, November, 1836 (Even so for me a Vision)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sound of Mull, In the</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">293</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sound, The Power of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">203</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Southey, Edith May</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">157</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Southey, (Inscription for monument)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_157">157</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Spade of a Friend, To the</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">2</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Spaniards (Three Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">246</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Spanish Guerillas, The French and the</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">248</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Spanish Guerillas</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">253</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sparrow’s Nest, The</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">236</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_447" id="Page_447">[447]</a></span>Spinning Wheel, Song for the</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">275</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sponsors</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">90</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Spring, Lines written in Early</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">268</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Staffa, Cave of (Four Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">376</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Star and the Glow-worm, The</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">167</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Star-gazers</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">22</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Staubbach, On approaching the</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">306</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Steamboats, Viaducts, and Railways</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">389</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Stepping-stones, The (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">239</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Stepping Westward</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">396</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Stone, F., Lines suggested by a Portrait from the Pencil of (Two Poems)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Storm, Composed during a</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">187</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Stray Pleasures</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">18</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Stream, Composed on the Banks of a Rocky</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">208</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Stream, On the Banks of a Rocky</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_188">188</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Stream, Tributary</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">250</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Streams (The Duddon)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">255</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Streams, The unremitting voice of nightly</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_187">187</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Swan, The</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">198</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sweden, The King of</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">338</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sweden, The King of</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">227</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Switzerland, Subjugation of</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">60</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tables Turned, The</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">274</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tell, Effusion in presence of the Tower of</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">321</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Temptations from Roman Refinements</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">10</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Thanksgiving after Childbirth</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">95</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Thanksgiving Ode</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">74</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“The leaves that rustled on this oak-crowned hill”</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">406</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“There is a bondage worse, far worse, to bear”</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">431</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“There is a little unpretending Rill”</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">53</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There was a Boy</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">57</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“The Stars are mansions built by Nature’s hand”</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">210</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“This Lawn, a carpet all alive”</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">228</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Thomson’s “Castle of Indolence,” Stanzas written in</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">305</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Thorn, The</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">239</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Thrasymene, Near the Lake of (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_66">66</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Thrush, The (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_93">93</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Thun, Memorial near the Lake of</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">310</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tillbrook, Rev. Samuel</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">65</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tilsbury Vale, The Farmer of</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">147</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tintern Abbey, Lines, composed a few miles above</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">51</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To —— in her seventieth year</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">172</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To —— Upon the birth of her First-born Child</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">328</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To —— (Mrs. Wordsworth), (Two Poems)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">121</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To —— (Look at the fate of summer flowers)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">124</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To —— (Miscellaneous Sonnets—Dedication)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">159</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To —— (Miscellaneous Sonnets—Conclusion)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">177</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To —— (Wait, prithee, wait!)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To —— on her First Ascent of Helvellyn</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">135</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To —— (The Haunted Tree)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">199</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Torrent at Devil’s Bridge</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">129</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tour among the Alps (1791-2), (Descriptive Sketches)</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">35</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tour among the Alps (1791-2), (Descriptive Sketches)</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">309</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tour in Italy (1837), Memorials of a</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tour in Scotland (1803), Memorials of a</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">377</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tour in Scotland (1814), Memorials of a</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">15</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tour in Scotland (1831)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">278</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tour in the Summer of 1833</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">341</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_448" id="Page_448">[448]</a></span>Tour on the Continent (1820), Memorials of a</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">285</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Toussaint L’Ouverture, To</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">339</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tradition</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">253</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tradition, American</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">246</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tradition, Fancy and</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">306</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tradition of Oker Hill</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">230</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Trajan, The Pillar of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">137</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Translation of the Bible</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">58</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Transubstantiation</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">44</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Triad, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">181</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tributary Stream</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">250</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Troilus and Cresida</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">264</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Trosachs, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">288</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Turtledove, The Poet and the Caged</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">265</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Twilight</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">67</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Two April Mornings, The</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">89</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Two Thieves, The</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">60</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tyndrum, Suggested at</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">294</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tynwald Hill</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">366</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tyrolese, Feelings of the</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">215</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tyrolese, On the final submission of the</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">217</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tyrolese Sonnets</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">213</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ulpha, Kirk of</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">260</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Uncertainty</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">7</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Utilitarians, To the</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_299">299</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Valedictory Sonnet (Miscellaneous Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_102">102</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Vallombrosa, At</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Vaudois, The (Two Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">44</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Vaudracour and Julia</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">24</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Venetian Republic, On the Extinction of</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">336</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Venice, Scene in</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">34</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Venus, To the Planet (January 1838)</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_92">92</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Venus, To the Planet (Loch Lomond)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">299</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Vernal Ode</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">138</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Vienna, Siege of, raised by John Sobieski</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">110</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Virgin, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">54</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Visitation of the Sick</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">96</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Waggoner, The</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">76</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Waldenses</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">46</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wallace’s Tower</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">26</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Walton, Isaac</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">190</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Walton’s Book of Lives</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">77</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wandering Jew, Song for the</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">182</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wansfell</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_153">153</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Warning, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">330</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wars of York and Lancaster</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">48</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Waterfall and the Eglantine, The</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">170</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Water-fowl</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">277</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Waterloo, After visiting the Field of</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">292</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Waterloo, Occasioned by the Battle of (Three Sonnets)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">111</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>We are Seven</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">228</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wellington, On a Portrait of the Duke of</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Westall, Mr. W., Views of the Caves, etc., in Yorkshire, by (Three Poems)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">183</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Westminster Bridge, Composed upon</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">328</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Westmoreland Girl, The</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_172">172</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Whence that low voice?—A whisper from the heart”</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">252</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_449" id="Page_449">[449]</a></span>“Where lies the truth? has Man, in wisdom’s creed”</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_182">182</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“While Anna’s peers and early playmates tread”</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">169</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Whirl-blast, The</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">238</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Whistlers, The Seven</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">68</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>White Doe of Rylstone</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">100</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Who fancied what a pretty sight?”</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">374</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Why, Minstrel, these untuneful murmurings”</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">161</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wicliffe</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">49</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Widow on Windermere Side, The</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_89">89</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wild Duck’s Nest, The</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">189</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wild-Fowl</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_234">234</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>William the Third</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">80</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Winter (French Army), (Two Poems)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">107</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wishing-gate, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">189</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wishing-gate Destroyed, The</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">192</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Worcester Cathedral, A Grave-Stone in</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">201</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wordsworth, Catherine</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">72</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wordsworth, Dora</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">132</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wordsworth, John, Elegiac Verses in memory of</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">58</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wordsworth, John (Fir Grove)</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">66</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wordsworth, To the Rev. Christopher</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_162">162</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wordsworth, To the Rev. Dr. (Duddon)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">227</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wordsworth, Thomas</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wren’s Nest, A</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">325</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Yarrow Unvisited</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">411</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Yarrow Visited</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">35</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Yarrow Revisited</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">278</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Yew-trees</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">369</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Yew-tree Seat</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">108</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>York and Lancaster, Wars of</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">48</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Young England</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_180">180</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Young Lady, To a</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">365</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Youth, Written in very early</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">3</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Zaragoza</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">224</td> - </tr> -</table> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_450" id="Page_450">[450]</a></span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_451" id="Page_451">[451]</a></span></p> - -<h2 id="INDEX_TO_FIRST_LINES">INDEX TO FIRST LINES</h2> - -<table summary="Index to the first lines"> - <tr> - <td></td><td class="tdr">VOL.</td><td class="tdr">PAGE</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A barking sound the Shepherd hears,</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">44</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A Book came forth of late, called <span class="smcap">Peter Bell</span>;</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">212</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A bright-haired company of youthful slaves,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">14</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Abruptly paused the strife;—the field throughout</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">216</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A dark plume fetch me from yon blasted yew,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">248</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Adieu, Rydalian Laurels! that have grown</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">342</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Advance—come forth from thy Tyrolean ground,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">214</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Aerial Rock—whose solitary brow</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">188</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A famous man is Robin Hood,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">403</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Affections lose their object; Time brings forth,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_185">185</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">43</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A genial hearth, a hospitable board,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">87</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A German Haggis from receipt</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_272">272</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Age! twine thy brows with fresh spring flowers,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">414</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ah! if I were a lady gay</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_262">262</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ah, think how one compelled for life to abide,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A humming Bee—a little tinkling rill—</td><td class="tdr">v</td><td class="tdr">106</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ah, when the Body, round which in love we clung,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">19</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ah! where is Palafox? Nor tongue nor pen</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">240</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ah why deceive ourselves! by no mere fit,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Aid, glorious Martyrs, from your fields of light,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">64</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Alas! what boots the long laborious quest</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">216</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“<i>A little onward lend thy guiding hand</i>”</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">133</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>All praise the Likeness by thy skill portrayed,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Along the mazes of this song I go,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_233">233</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A love-lorn Maid, at some far-distant time,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">253</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ambition—following down this far-famed slope</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">356</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Amid a fertile region green with wood</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">301</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Amid the smoke of cities did you pass</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">157</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Amid this dance of objects sadness steals</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">299</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Among a grave fraternity of Monks,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_6">6</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Among all lovely things my Love had been,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_232">232</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Among the dwellers in the silent fields,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_310">310</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Among the dwellings framed by birds</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">325</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Among the mountains were we nursed, loved Stream!</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">193</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Among the mountains were we nursed, loved Stream!</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">345</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A month, sweet Little-ones, is past</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">63</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>An age hath been when Earth was proud</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">146</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">164</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>And has the Sun his flaming chariot driven,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_211">211</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>And is it among rude untutored Dales,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">222</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>And is this—Yarrow?—<i>This</i> the Stream</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">36</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_452" id="Page_452">[452]</a></span>And, not in vain embodied to the sight,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">40</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“And shall,” the Pontiff asks, “profaneness flow”</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">30</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>And what is Penance with her knotted thong;</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">50</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>And what melodious sounds at times prevail!</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">40</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>An Orpheus! an Orpheus! yes, Faith may grow bold,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">20</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Another year!—another deadly blow!</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">49</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A pen—to register; a key—</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">117</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A Pilgrim, when the summer day</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">167</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A plague on your languages, German and Norse!</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">73</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A pleasant music floats along the Mere,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">27</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>A Poet!</i>—He hath put his heart to school,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_128">128</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A point of life between my Parents’ dust,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">346</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Arms and the Man I sing, the first who bore</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_281">281</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Army of Clouds! ye wingèd Host in troops,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_142">142</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A Rock there is whose homely front</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">274</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A Roman Master stands on Grecian ground,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">242</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Around a wild and woody hill</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">310</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Arran! a single-crested Teneriffe,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">370</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Art thou a Statist in the van</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">75</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">295</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>As faith thus sanctified the warrior’s crest</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">42</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A simple Child,</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">231</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>As indignation mastered grief, my tongue,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>As leaves are to the tree whereon they grow,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A slumber did my spirit seal;</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">83</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>As often as I murmur here</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">265</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>As star that shines dependent upon star</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">87</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“As the cold aspect of a sunless way”</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">191</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A Stream, to mingle with your favourite Dee,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">129</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A sudden conflict rises from the swell</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">82</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>As, when a storm hath ceased, the birds regain</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">9</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>As with the Stream our voyage we pursue,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">33</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>At early dawn, or rather when the air</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">185</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A Traveller on the skirt of Sarum’s Plain</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">79</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">284</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">226</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A twofold harmony is here</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_282">282</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Avaunt all specious pliancy of mind</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">247</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Avaunt this œconomic rage!</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_299">299</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A voice, from long-expecting thousands sent</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">79</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A volant Tribe of Bards on earth are found,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">119</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Avon—a precious, an immortal name!</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">303</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A weight of awe, not easy to be borne,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">390</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A whirl-blast from behind the hill</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">238</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A wingèd Goddess—clothed in vesture wrought</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">292</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A Youth too certain of his power to wade</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">362</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Bard of the Fleece, whose skilful genius made</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">273</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Beaumont! it was thy wish that I should rear</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">23</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Before I see another day,</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">276</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Before the world had past her time of youth,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf,”</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">170</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Beguiled into forgetfulness of care,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_2">2</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Behold an emblem of our human mind,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_188">188</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Behold a pupil of the monkish gown,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">24</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Behold her, single in the field,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">397</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Behold, within the leafy shade,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">237</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Beloved Vale!” I said, “when I shall con”</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">35</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Beneath the concave of an April sky,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">138</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">367</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_453" id="Page_453">[453]</a></span>Beneath yon eastern ridge, the craggy bound,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">80</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Be this the chosen site; the virgin sod,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">103</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Between two sister moorland rills</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">96</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Bishops and Priests, blessed are ye, if deep</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">86</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Black Demons hovering o’er his mitred head,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">34</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Bleak season was it, turbulent and bleak,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">121</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Blest is this Isle—our native Land;</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">109</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Blest Statesman He, whose Mind’s unselfish will,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Bold words affirmed, in days when faith was strong</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">359</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Brave Schill! by death delivered, take thy flight</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">226</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Bright Flower! whose home is everywhere,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">360</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Bright was the summer’s noon when quickening steps</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">186</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Broken in fortune, but in mind entire</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">365</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Brook and road</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">69</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Brook, that hast been my solace days and weeks,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_265">265</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Brook! whose society the Poet seeks,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">52</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Brugès I saw attired with golden light</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">288</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>But Cytherea, studious to invent,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_277">277</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>But here no cannon thunders to the gale;</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">262</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>But liberty, and triumphs on the Main,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">102</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>But, to outweigh all harm, the sacred Book,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">58</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>But, to remote Northumbria’s royal Hall,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">15</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>But what if One, through grove or flowery mead,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">21</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>But whence came they who for the Saviour Lord</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">44</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>By a blest Husband guided, Mary came,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>By antique Fancy trimmed—though lowly, bred</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">324</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>By Art’s bold privilege Warrior and War-Horse stand,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>By chain yet stronger must the Soul be tied:</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">93</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>By playful smiles, (alas, too oft,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_120">120</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>By such examples moved to unbought pains,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">22</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>By their floating mill,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">18</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>By vain affections unenthralled,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">135</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Call not the royal Swede unfortunate,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">227</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Calm as an under-current, strong to draw,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">80</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Calm is all nature as a resting wheel</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">4</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Calm is the fragrant air, and loth to lose</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">317</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Calvert! it must not be unheard by them</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">44</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Change me, some God, into that breathing rose!”</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">237</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Chatsworth! thy stately mansion, and the pride</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">273</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Child of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">401</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Child of the clouds! remote from every taint</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">231</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Clarkson! it was an obstinate hill to climb:</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">62</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Closing the sacred Book which long has fed</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">98</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Clouds, lingering yet, extend in solid bars</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">73</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Coldly we spake. The Saxons, overpowered</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">29</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Come, gentle Sleep, Death’s image tho’ thou art,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_264">264</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Come ye—who, if (which Heaven avert!) the Land</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">437</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Companion! by whose buoyant Spirit cheered,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Complacent Fictions were they, yet the same,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Confiding hopes of youthful hearts,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_297">297</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Critics, right honourable Bard, decree</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_272">272</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dark and more dark the shades of evening fell;</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">349</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Darkness surrounds us: seeking, we are lost</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">7</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Days passed—and Monte Calvo would not clear,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_64">64</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Days undefiled by luxury or sloth,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_179">179</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dear be the Church, that, watching o’er the needs</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">89</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dear Child of Nature, let them rail!</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">366</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dear Fellow-travellers! think not that the Muse,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">285</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_454" id="Page_454">[454]</a></span>Dear native regions, I foretell,</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">2</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dear Reliques! from a pit of vilest mould</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">114</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dear to the Loves, and to the Graces vowed,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">350</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Deep is the lamentation! Not alone</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">56</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Degenerate Douglas! oh, the unworthy Lord!</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">410</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Deign, Sovereign Mistress, to accept a lay,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_319">319</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Departed Child! I could forget thee once</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">249</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Departing summer hath assumed</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">202</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Deplorable his lot who tills the ground,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">38</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Desire we past illusions to recal?</td><td class="tdr">vvii</td><td class="tdr">360</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Desponding Father! mark this altered bough</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Despond who will—<i>I</i> heard a voice exclaim,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">368</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Destined to war from very infancy</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">234</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Did pangs of grief for lenient time too keen,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">363</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Discourse was deemed Man’s noblest attribute,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_184">184</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dishonoured Rock and Ruin! that, by law,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">292</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dogmatic Teachers, of the snow-white fur!</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">208</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Doomed as we are our native dust</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">312</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Doubling and doubling with laborious walk,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">295</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Down a swift Stream, thus far, a bold design</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">83</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Dread hour! when, upheaved by war’s sulphurous blast,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">329</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Driven in by Autumn’s sharpening air</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">410</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Earth has not any thing to show more fair:</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">328</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Eden! till now thy beauty had I viewed</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">385</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Emperors and Kings, how oft have temples rung</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">113</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>England! the time is come when thou should’st wean</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">433</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Enlightened Teacher, gladly from thy hand</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_162">162</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Enough! for see, with dim association</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">44</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Enough of climbing toil!—Ambition treads</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">149</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Enough of garlands, of the Arcadian crook,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">294</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Enough of rose-bud lips, and eyes</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">239</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ere the Brothers through the gateway</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">12</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Erewhile to celebrate this glorious morn</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">195</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ere with cold beads of midnight dew</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">145</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ere yet our course was graced with social trees</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">235</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Eternal Lord! eased of a cumbrous load,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_81">81</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky!</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">143</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Even as a dragon’s eye that feels the stress</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">69</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Even as a river,—partly (it might seem)</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">293</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Even so for me a Vision sanctified</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Even such the contrast that, where’er we move,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">71</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Even while I speak, the sacred roofs of France</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">101</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Excuse is needless when with love sincere</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">162</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Failing impartial measure to dispense</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sate</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">124</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fair is the Swan, whose majesty, prevailing</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">116</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fair Lady! can I sing of flowers</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_177">177</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fair Land! Thee all men greet with joy; bow few,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_84">84</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fair Prime of life! were it enough to gild</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">165</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fair Star of evening, Splendour of the west,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">330</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fallen, and diffused into a shapeless heap,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">256</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fame tells of groves—from England far away—</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">214</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fancy, who leads the pastimes of the glad,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">178</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Farewell, deep Valley, with thy one rude House,”</td><td class="tdr">v</td><td class="tdr">196</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Farewell, thou little Nook of mountain-ground,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">324</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Far from my dearest Friend, ’tis mine to rove</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">6</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Far from our home by Grasmere’s quiet Lake,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">259</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_455" id="Page_455">[455]</a></span>Father! to God himself we cannot give</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">90</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fear hath a hundred eyes that all agree</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">69</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Feel for the wrongs to universal ken</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_129">129</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Festivals have I seen that were not names:</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">334</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fit retribution, by the moral code</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_108">108</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Five years have past; five summers, with the length</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">51</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Flattered with promise of escape</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">229</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fly, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale!</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">419</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fond words have oft been spoken to thee, Sleep!</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">43</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>For action born, existing to be tried,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Forbear to deem the Chronicler unwise,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>For ever hallowed be this morning fair,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">15</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>For gentlest uses, oft-times Nature takes</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">316</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Forgive, illustrious Country! these deep sighs,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Forth from a jutting ridge, around whose base</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_170">170</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>For thirst of power that Heaven disowns,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_320">320</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Forth rushed from Envy sprung and Self-conceit,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_304">304</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>For what contend the wise?—for nothing less</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">58</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Four fiery steeds impatient of the rein</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>From Bolton’s old monastic tower</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">106</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>From early youth I ploughed the restless Main,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">364</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>From false assumption rose, and fondly hail’d</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">36</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>From Little down to Least, in due degree,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">91</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>From low to high doth dissolution climb,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">100</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>From Nature doth emotion come, and moods</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">355</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>From Rite and Ordinance abused they fled</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">85</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>From Stirling castle we had seen</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">411</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>From that time forth, Authority in France</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">330</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>From the Baptismal hour, thro’ weal and woe,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">97</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>From the dark chambers of dejection freed,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">34</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>From the fierce aspect of this River, throwing</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">308</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>From the Pier’s head, musing, and with increase</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">381</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>From this deep chasm, where quivering sunbeams play</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">245</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Frowns are on every Muse’s face,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">157</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Furl we the sails, and pass with tardy oars</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">41</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Genius of Raphael! if thy wings</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">195</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Giordano, verily thy Pencil’s skill</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_183">183</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Glad sight wherever new with old</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_154">154</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Glide gently, thus for ever glide,</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">33</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Glory to God! and to the Power who came</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">107</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Go back to antique ages, if thine eyes</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">174</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Go, faithful Portrait! and where long hath knelt</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">318</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Grant, that by this unsparing hurricane</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">57</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Grateful is Sleep, my life, in stone bound fast,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_264">264</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Great men have been among us; hands that penned</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">346</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Greta, what fearful listening! when huge stones</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">344</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Grief, thou hast lost an ever-ready friend</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">196</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Grieve for the Man who hither came bereft,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_72">72</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Had this effulgence disappeared</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">177</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hail, orient Conqueror of gloomy Night!</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">78</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hail to the crown by Freedom shaped—to gird</td><td class="tdr">v</td><td class="tdr">235</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hail to the fields—with Dwellings sprinkled o’er</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">243</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour!</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">67</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hail, Virgin Queen! o’er many an envious bar</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">65</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hail, Zaragoza! If with unwet eye</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">224</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Happy the feeling from the bosom thrown</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">159</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hard task! exclaim the undisciplined, to lean</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_456" id="Page_456">[456]</a></span>Hark! ’tis the Thrush, undaunted, undeprest,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_93">93</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Harmonious Powers with Nature work</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_125">125</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Harp! could’st thou venture, on thy boldest string</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">72</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hast thou seen, with flash incessant,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">174</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hast thou then survived—</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">14</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Haydon! let worthier judges praise the skill</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">277</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Here closed the Tenant of that lonely vale</td><td class="tdr">v</td><td class="tdr">145</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>Here Man more purely lives, less oft doth fall</i>,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">37</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Here, on our native soil, we breathe once more</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">341</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Here on their knees men swore; the stones were black,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">381</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Here pause: the poet claims at least this praise,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">255</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Here stood an Oak, that long had borne affixed</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">305</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Here, where, of havoc tired and rash undoing,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_168">168</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Her eyes are wild, her head is bare,</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">258</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Her only pilot the soft breeze, the boat</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">160</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“High bliss is only for a higher state,”</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">156</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you!</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">59</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>High in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">83</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>High is our calling, Friend!—Creative Art</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">61</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>High on a broad unfertile tract of forest-skirted Down,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_133">133</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>High on her speculative tower</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">345</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>His simple truths did Andrew glean</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">174</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Holy and heavenly Spirits as they are,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">67</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Homeward we turn. Isle of Columba’s Cell,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">382</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hope rules a land for ever green:</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">190</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hope smiled when your nativity was cast,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">378</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hopes, what are they?—Beads of morning</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">170</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>How art thou named? In search of what strange land,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">129</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>How beautiful the Queen of Night, on high</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_188">188</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>How beautiful, when up a lofty height</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_90">90</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>How beautiful your presence, how benign,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">19</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>How blest the Maid whose heart—yet free</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">351</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>How clear, how keen, how marvellously bright</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">63</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“How disappeared he?” Ask the newt and toad;</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">297</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>How fast the Marian death-list is unrolled!</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">61</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>How profitless the relics that we cull,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">308</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>How richly glows the water’s breast</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">32</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>How rich that forehead’s calm expanse!</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">123</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>How sad a welcome! To each voyager</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">380</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>How shall I paint thee?—Be this naked stone,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">232</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>How soon—alas! did Man, created pure—</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">35</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>How sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">36</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Humanity, delighting to behold</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">107</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hunger, and sultry heat, and nipping blast</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">248</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I am not One who much or oft delight</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">31</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I come, ye little noisy Crew,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">84</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I dropped my pen; and listened to the Wind</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">211</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I find it written of Simonides,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_258">258</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>If from the public way you turn your steps</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">215</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>If Life were slumber on a bed of down,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">351</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>If money’s slack,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_271">271</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>If Nature, for a favourite child,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">88</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>If there be prophets on whose spirits rest</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">5</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>If these brief Records, by the Muses’ art</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">177</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>If the whole weight of what we think and feel,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">165</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>If this great world of joy and pain</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">336</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>If thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">175</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>If thou in the dear love of some one Friend</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">210</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>If to Tradition faith be due</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">311</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_457" id="Page_457">[457]</a></span>If with old love of you, dear Hills! I share</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_95">95</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I grieved for Buonaparté, with a vain</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">323</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I hate that Andrew Jones; he’ll breed</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_221">221</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I have a boy of five years old;</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">234</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I heard (alas! ’twas only in a dream)</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">198</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I heard a thousand blended notes,</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">269</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I know an aged Man constrained to dwell</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_186">186</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I listen—but no faculty of mine,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">326</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Imagination—ne’er before content,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">88</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I marvel how Nature could ever find space</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">208</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I met Louisa in the shade,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">362</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Immured in Bothwell’s Towers, at times the Brave</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">299</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In Brugès town is many a street</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">198</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In days of yore how fortunately fared</td><td class="tdr">v</td><td class="tdr">67</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In desultory walk through orchard grounds,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_123">123</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In distant countries have I been,</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">279</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In due observance of an ancient rite,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">241</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood;</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">343</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Inmate of a mountain-dwelling,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">135</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In my mind’s eye a Temple, like a cloud</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">173</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In one of those excursions (may they ne’er</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">367</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Intent on gathering wool from hedge and brake</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_122">122</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In these fair vales hath many a Tree</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">269</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In the sweet shire of Cardigan,</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">262</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In this still place, remote from men,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">393</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In trellised shed with clustering roses gay,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">102</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Intrepid sons of Albion! not by you</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">111</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In youth from rock to rock I went,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">353</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I rose while yet the cattle, heat-opprest,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">257</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I saw a Mother’s eye intensely bent</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">92</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I saw an aged Beggar in my walk;</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">300</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I saw far off the dark top of a Pine,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I saw the figure of a lovely Maid</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">74</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Is <i>Death</i>, when evil against good has fought,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_106">106</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I shiver, Spirit fierce and bold,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">379</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Is it a reed that’s shaken by the wind,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">331</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Is then no nook of English ground secure,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_166">166</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Is then the final page before me spread,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">382</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Is there a power that can sustain and cheer</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">228</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Is this, ye Gods, the Capitolian Hill,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide</i>,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">263</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">335</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>It is no Spirit who from heaven hath flown,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">376</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>It is not to be thought of that the Flood</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">347</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>It is the first mild day of March:</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">271</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I travelled among unknown men,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">80</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>It seems a day</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">70</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>It was a beautiful and silent day</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">311</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>It was a dreary morning when the wheels</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">168</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>It was a <i>moral</i> end for which they fought;</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">217</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>It was an April morning: fresh and clear</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">154</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I’ve watched you now a full half-hour,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">297</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I wandered lonely as a cloud</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">4</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile!</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">54</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I watch, and long have watched, with calm regret</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">197</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I, who accompanied with faithful pace</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">4</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I, whose pretty Voice you hear,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_295">295</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I will relate a tale for those who love</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_224">224</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Jesu! bless our slender Boat,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">301</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_458" id="Page_458">[458]</a></span>Jones! I as from Calais southward you and I</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">332</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Just as those final words were penned, the sun broke out in power,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_135">135</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Keep for the Young the Impassioned smile</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">218</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lady! a Pen (perhaps with thy regard,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lady! I rifled a Parnassian cave</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">211</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lady! the songs of Spring were in the grove</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">58</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lament! for Diocletian’s fiery sword</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">8</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lance, shield, and sword relinquished—at his side</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">20</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Last night, without a voice, that Vision spake</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">74</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Let other bards of angels sing,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">121</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Let thy wheel-barrow alone</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">95</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Let us quit the leafy arbour,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">153</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lie here, without a record of thy worth,</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">50</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Life with yon Lambs, like day, is just begun,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_97">97</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Like a shipwreck’d Sailor tost</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">328</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>List, the winds of March are blowing;</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">331</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>List—’twas the Cuckoo.—O with what delight,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>List, ye who pass by Lyulph’s Tower</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">394</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lo! in the burning west, the craggy nape</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">377</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lone Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">191</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Long-favoured England! be not thou misled,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_131">131</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Long has the dew been dried on tree and lawn,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Long time have human ignorance and guilt</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">345</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lonsdale! it were unworthy of a Guest,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">392</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Look at the fate of summer flowers,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">124</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Look now on that Adventurer who hath paid</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">228</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lord of the vale! astounding Flood;</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">26</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Loud is the Vale! the Voice is up</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">47</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Loving she is, and tractable, though wild;</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">252</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lo! where she stands fixed in a saint-like trance,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_132">132</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lo! where the Moon along the sky,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_88">88</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lowther! in thy majestic Pile are seen</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">392</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lulled by the sound of pastoral bells,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">372</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lyre! though such power do in thy magic live,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_147">147</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Man’s life is like a Sparrow, mighty King!”</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">16</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Mark how the feathered tenants of the flood,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">278</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Mark the concentred hazels that enclose</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">71</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Meek Virgin Mother, more benign</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">318</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Men of the Western World! in Fate’s dark book,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Men, who have ceased to reverence, soon defy</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">68</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Mercy and Love have met thee on thy road,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">7</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Methinks that I could trip o’er heaviest soil,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">66</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Methinks that to some vacant hermitage</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">21</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Methinks ’twere no unprecedented feat</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">255</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">46</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>’Mid crowded obelisks and urns</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">387</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Mid-noon is past;—upon the sultry mead</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">254</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Milton! thou should’st be living at this hour:</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">346</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Mine ear has wrung, my spirit sunk subdued,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">104</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“<i>Miserrimus!</i>” and neither name nor date,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">201</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Monastic Domes! following my downward way,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">100</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">401</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">54</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Motions and Means, on land and sea at war,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">389</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>My frame hath often trembled with delight</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">250</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>My heart leaps up when I behold</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">292</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>My Lord and Lady Darlington</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_298">298</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_459" id="Page_459">[459]</a></span>My Son! behold the tide already spent,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_273">273</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">109</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Near Anio’s stream, I spied a gentle Dove,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Never enlivened with the liveliest ray,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_150">150</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Next morning Troilus began to clear</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">264</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>No fiction was it of the antique age:</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">241</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>No more: the end is sudden and abrupt,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">309</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>No mortal object did these eyes behold</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">381</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>No record tells of lance opposed to lance,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">258</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Nor scorn the aid which Fancy oft doth lend</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">18</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Nor shall the eternal roll of praise reject</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">78</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Nor wants the cause the panic-striking aid</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">12</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Not a breath of air,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_146">146</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Not envying Latian shades—if yet they throw</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">230</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Not hurled precipitous from steep to steep;</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">261</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Not in the lucid intervals of life</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">402</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Not in the mines beyond the western main,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">400</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Not, like his great Compeers, indignantly</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">303</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Not Love, not War, nor the tumultuous swell</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">118</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Not ’mid the World’s vain objects that enslave</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">210</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Not sedentary all: there are who roam</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">23</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Not seldom, clad in radiant vest,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">175</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Not so that Pair whose youthful spirits dance</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">240</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Not the whole warbling grove in concert heard</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">169</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Not to the clouds, not to the cliff, he flew;</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">372</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Not to the object specially designed,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_106">106</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Not utterly unworthy to endure</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">55</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Not without heavy grief of heart did He</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">236</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>No whimsey of the purse is here,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_259">259</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Now that all hearts are glad, all faces bright,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">282</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Now that the farewell tear is dried,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">338</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Now we are tired of boisterous joy,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">420</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Now when the primrose makes a splendid show,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_116">116</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room;</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">28</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Oak of Guernica! Tree of holier power</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">245</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>O blithe New-comer! I have heard,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">289</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>O dearer far than light and life are dear,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">122</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>O’er the wide earth, on mountain and on plain,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">223</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>O’erweening Statesmen have full long relied</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">247</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>O Flower of all that springs from gentle blood,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">235</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Of mortal parents is the Hero born</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">214</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>O for a dirge! But why complain?</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">132</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>O, for a kindling touch from that pure flame,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">110</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>O for the help of Angels to complete</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">297</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>O Friend! I know not which way I must look</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">345</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Oft have I caught, upon a fitful breeze,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">373</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Oft have I seen, ere Time had ploughed my cheek,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">163</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray:</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">99</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Oft is the medal faithful to its trust</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">77</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Oft, through thy fair domains, illustrious Peer!</td><td class="tdr">v</td><td class="tdr">20</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>O gentle Sleep! do they belong to thee,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">42</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>O happy time of youthful lovers (thus</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">24</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Oh Bounty without measure, while the Grace</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_308">308</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Oh Life! without thy chequered scene</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">315</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy!</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">35</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Oh what a Wreck! how changed in mien and speech,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Oh! what’s the matter? what’s the matter?</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">254</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“O Lord, our Lord! how wondrously,” (quoth she)</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">240</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>O Moon! if e’er I joyed when thy soft light</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_235">235</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_460" id="Page_460">[460]</a></span>O mountain Stream! the Shepherd and his Cot</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">245</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Once did She hold the gorgeous east in fee;</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">336</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Once I could hail (howe’er serene the sky)</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">152</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Once in a lonely hamlet I sojourned</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">285</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Once more the Church is seized with sudden fear,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">49</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Once on the top of Tynwald’s formal mound</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">366</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Once to the verge of yon steep barrier came</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_236">236</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>One might believe that natural miseries</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">431</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>One morning (raw it was and wet—</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">270</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>One who was suffering tumult in his soul</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">187</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>On his morning rounds the Master</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">48</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>O Nightingale! thou surely art</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">67</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>On, loitering Muse—the swift Stream chides us—on!</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">242</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life,”</td><td class="tdr">v</td><td class="tdr">23</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>On Nature’s invitation do I come,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">118</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>O now that the genius of Bewick were mine,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">60</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>On to Iona!—What can she afford</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">379</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Open your gates, ye everlasting Piles!</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">105</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>O there is blessing in this gentle breeze,</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">132</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>O thou who movest onward with a mind</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">231</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>O thou! whose fancies from afar are brought;</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">351</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Our bodily life, some plead, that life the shrine,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_109">109</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Our walk was far among the ancient trees:</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">167</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Outstretching flame-ward his upbraided hand</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">62</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">301</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Part fenced by man, part by a rugged steep</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">286</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Pastor and Patriot!—at whose bidding rise</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">349</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Patriots informed with Apostolic light</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">85</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Pause, courteous Spirit!—Balbi supplicates</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">237</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Pause, Traveller! whosoe’er thou be</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">173</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Peaceful our valley, fair and green;</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_259">259</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Pelion and Ossa flourish side by side,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">238</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“People! your chains are severing link by link;”</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">290</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Perhaps some needful service of the State</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">230</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Pleasures newly found are sweet</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">303</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Portentous change when History can appear,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_130">130</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Praised be the Art whose subtle power could stay</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">272</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Praised be the Rivers, from their mountain springs</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">45</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Prejudged by foes determined not to spare,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">71</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Presentiments! they judge not right</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">266</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Prompt transformation works the novel Lore;</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">17</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Proud were ye, Mountains, when, in times of old,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_167">167</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Pure element of waters! wheresoe’er</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">184</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Queen of the Stars!—so gentle, so benign,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ranging the heights of Scawfell or Black-Comb,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">358</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rapt above earth by power of one fair face,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_81">81</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Realms quake by turns: proud Arbitress of grace,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">32</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Record we too, with just and faithful pen,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">39</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Redoubted King, of courage leonine,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">31</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Reluctant call it was; the rite delayed;</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">323</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Rest, rest, perturbèd Earth!”</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">95</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Return, Content! for fondly I pursued,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">255</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rid of a vexing and a heavy load,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_265">265</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rise!—they <i>have</i> risen: of brave Aneurin ask</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">11</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rotha, my Spiritual Child! this head was grey</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">171</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rude is this Edifice, and Thou hast seen</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">213</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sacred Religion! “mother of form and fear,”</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">249</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_461" id="Page_461">[461]</a></span>Sad thoughts, avaunt!—partake we their blithe cheer</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">253</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Said red-ribboned Evans:</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_302">302</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Said Secrecy to Cowardice and Fraud,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_304">304</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Say, what is Honour?—’Tis the finest sense</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">225</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Say, ye far-travelled clouds, far-seeing hills—</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">287</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Scattering, like birds escaped the fowler’s net,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">64</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">163</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Screams round the Arch-druid’s brow the seamew—white</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">6</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Seek who will delight in fable,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_172">172</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>See the Condemned alone within his cell,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>See what gay wild flowers deck this earth-built Cot,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">296</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>See, where his difficult way that Old Man wins,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Serene, and fitted to embrace,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">117</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Serving no haughty Muse, my hands have here,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_102">102</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Seven Daughters had Lord Archibald,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">204</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Shade of Caractacus, if spirits love,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_309">309</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Shall he who gives his days to low pursuits</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_257">257</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Shame on this faithless heart! that could allow</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">214</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>She dwelt among the untrodden ways</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">79</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>She had a tall man’s height or more;</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">278</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>She was a Phantom of delight</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">2</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>She wept.—Life’s purple tide began to flow</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_209">209</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Shout, for a mighty Victory is won!</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">436</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Show me the noblest Youth of present time,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">181</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Shun not this rite, neglected, yea abhorred,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">96</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Since risen from ocean, ocean to defy,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">369</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Six changeful years have vanished since I first</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">247</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Six months to six years added he remained,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Six thousand veterans practised in war’s game,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">435</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Small service is true service while it lasts,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Smile of the Moon!—for so I name</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">163</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_164">164</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Soft as a cloud is yon blue Ridge—the Mere</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">405</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sole listener, Duddon! to the breeze that played</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">234</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Son of my buried Son, while thus thy hand,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_305">305</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Soon did the Almighty Giver of all rest</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">267</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Spade! with which Wilkinson hath tilled his lands,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">3</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Stay, bold Adventurer; rest awhile thy limbs</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">281</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Stay near me—do not take thy flight!</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">283</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">38</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Strange fits of passion have I known:</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">78</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Stranger! this hillock of mis-shapen stones</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">63</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Stretched on the dying Mother’s lap, lies dead</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">387</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Such age how beautiful! O Lady bright,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">172</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Such fruitless questions may not long beguile</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">246</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">72</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sweet Flower, belike one day to have</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">51</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">390</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Sweet is the holiness of Youth”—so felt</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">59</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sweet was the walk along the narrow lane,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_215">215</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Swiftly turn the murmuring wheel!</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">275</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sylph was it? or a Bird more bright</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">319</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Take, cradled Nursling of the mountain, take</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">233</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">106</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tell me, ye Zephyrs! that unfold,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">125</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tenderly do we feel by Nature’s law,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_104">104</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Thanks for the lessons of this Spot—fit school</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">377</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>That happy gleam of vernal eyes,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">202</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_462" id="Page_462">[462]</a></span>That heresies should strike (if truth be scanned</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">10</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>That is work of waste and ruin—</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">298</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>That way look, my Infant, lo!</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">16</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Baptist might have been ordained to cry,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_80">80</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Bard—whose soul is meek as dawning day,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">112</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The captive Bird was gone;—to cliff or moor</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">371</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The cattle crowding round this beverage clear</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">348</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Cock is crowing,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">293</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The confidence of Youth our only Art,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_273">273</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Crescent-moon, the Star of Love,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_127">127</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Danish Conqueror, on his royal chair,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">130</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The days are cold, the nights are long,</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">74</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink;</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">143</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The doubt to which a wavering hope had clung</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_289">289</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The embowering rose, the acacia, and the pine,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">74</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The encircling ground, in native turf arrayed,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">104</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The fairest, brightest, hues of ether fade;</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">66</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The feudal Keep, the bastions of Cohorn,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">360</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The fields which with covetous spirit we sold,</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">12</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The floods are roused, and will not soon be weary;</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">388</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The forest huge of ancient Caledon</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">304</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The formal World relaxes her cold chain,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The gallant Youth, who may have gained,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">281</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The gentlest Poet, with free thoughts endowed,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_141">141</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The gentlest Shade that walked Elysian plains</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">378</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The glory of evening was spread through the west;</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_217">217</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The God of Love—<i>ah, benedicite!</i></td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">250</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The imperial Consort of the Fairy-king</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">189</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The imperial Stature, the colossal stride,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">166</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Kirk of Ulpha to the pilgrim’s eye</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">260</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">129</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Lake is thine,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_263">263</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Land we from our fathers had in trust,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">215</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The leaves that rustled on this oak-crowned hill,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">407</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The leaves were fading when to Esthwaite’s banks</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">222</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The linnet’s warble, sinking towards a close,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">403</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The little hedgerow birds,</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">307</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The lovely Nun (submissive, but more meek</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">52</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Lovers took within this ancient grove</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">306</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The martial courage of a day is vain,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">217</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The massy Ways, carried across these heights</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">154</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Minstrels played their Christmas tune</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">227</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The most alluring clouds that mount the sky,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_128">128</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The old inventive Poets, had they seen,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">251</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>The oppression of the tumult—wrath and scorn—</i></td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">13</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The order’d troops</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_234">234</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The peace which others seek they find;</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">11</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The pensive Sceptic of the lonely vale</td><td class="tdr">v</td><td class="tdr">327</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The pibroch’s note, discountenanced or mute;</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">290</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The post-boy drove with fierce career,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">273</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The power of Armies is a visible thing,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">254</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">382</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The rains at length have ceas’d, the winds are still’d,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_233">233</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There are no colours in the fairest sky</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">77</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There is a bondage worse, far worse, to bear</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">431</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There is a change—and I am poor;</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">17</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There is a Flower, the lesser Celandine,</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">21</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There is a little unpretending Rill</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">53</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There is an Eminence,—of these our hills</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">162</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>There is a pleasure in poetic pains</i></td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">166</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_463" id="Page_463">[463]</a></span>There is a shapeless crowd of unhewn stones</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_223">223</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There is a Thorn—it looks so old,</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">242</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">370</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There never breathed a man who, when his life</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">232</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“There!” said a Stripling, pointing with meet pride</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">384</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There’s George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald Shore,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">207</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There’s more in words than I can teach:</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">321</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There’s not a nook within this solemn Pass,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">289</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There’s something in a flying horse,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">3</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">57</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There was a roaring in the wind all night;</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">314</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_190">190</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Roman Consul doomed his sons to die,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Sabbath bells renew the inviting peal;</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">96</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The saintly Youth has ceased to rule, discrowned</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">61</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Scottish Broom on Bird-nest brae</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_270">270</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>These times strike monied worldlings with dismay:</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">432</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>These Tourists, heaven preserve us! needs must live</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">184</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>These vales were saddened with no common gloom</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_275">275</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Sheep-boy whistled loud, and lo!</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">58</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">68</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The sky is overcast</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">227</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The snow-tracks of my friends I see,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_219">219</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The soaring lark is blest as proud</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">214</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Spirit of Antiquity—enshrined</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">290</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The stars are mansions built by Nature’s hand,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">210</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The star which comes at close of day to shine,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_307">307</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The struggling Rill insensibly is grown</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">239</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The sun has long been set,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">327</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest;</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">338</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Sun, that seemed so mildly to retire,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">337</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The sylvan slopes with corn-clad fields</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">201</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The tears of man in various measure gush</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">60</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Troop will be impatient; let us hie</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">114</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The turbaned Race are poured in thickening swarms</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">31</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The unremitting voice of nightly streams,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_187">187</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The valley rings with mirth and joy;</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">138</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The vestal priestess of a sisterhood who knows</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_325">325</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Vested Priest before the Altar stands;</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">94</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Virgin Mountain, wearing like a Queen</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">70</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Voice of song from distant lands shall call</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">338</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The wind is now thy organist;—a clank</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">288</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The woman-hearted Confessor prepares</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">28</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The world forsaken, all its busy cares,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The world is too much with us; late and soon,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">39</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The worship of this Sabbath morn,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_326">326</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>They called Thee <span class="smcap">Merry England</span>, in old time;</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">343</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>They call it Love lies bleeding! rather say,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_150">150</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>They dreamt not of a perishable home</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">107</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Young-ones gathered in from hill and dale,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">92</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>They seek, are sought; to daily battle led,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">253</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>They—who have seen the noble Roman’s scorn,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_62">62</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>This Height a ministering Angel might select:</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">271</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“This Land of Rainbows spanning glens whose walls,”</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">299</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>This Lawn, a carpet all alive</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">228</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>This Spot—at once unfolding sight so fair,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_103">103</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Those breathing Tokens of your kind regard,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">217</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Those had given earliest notice, as the lark</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">46</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Those old credulities, to nature dear,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Those silver clouds collected round the sun</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">199</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_464" id="Page_464">[464]</a></span>Those words were uttered as in pensive mood</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">37</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Though I beheld at first with blank surprise</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_115">115</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Though joy attend Thee orient at the birth</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">299</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Though many suns have risen and set</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">148</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Though narrow be that old Man’s cares, and near,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">69</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tho’ searching damps and many an envious flaw</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">343</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Though the bold wings of Poesy affect</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_154">154</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Though the torrents from their fountains</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">182</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Though to give timely warning and deter</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_109">109</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Thou look’st upon me, and dost fondly think,”</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">347</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Thou sacred Pile! whose turrets rise</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">333</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Threats come which no submission may assuage,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">52</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Three years she grew in sun and shower,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">81</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Throned in the Sun’s descending Car</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_300">300</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Through Cumbrian wilds, in many a mountain cove,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_272">272</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Through shattered galleries, ’mid roofless halls,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">131</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Thus all things lead to Charity, secured</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">102</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Thus far, O Friend! have we, though leaving much</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">153</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Thus is the storm abated by the craft</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">48</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Thy functions are ethereal,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">204</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>’Tis eight o’clock,—a clear March night,</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">283</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>’Tis gone—with old belief and dream</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">192</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>’Tis He whose yester-evening’s high disdain</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>’Tis not for the unfeeling, the falsely refined,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">147</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>’Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">286</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>’Tis said, that some have died for love:</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">178</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>’Tis said that to the brow of yon fair hill</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">230</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>’Tis spent—this burning day of June!</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">76</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To a good Man of most dear memory</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To appease the Gods; or public thanks to yield;</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">363</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To barren heath, bleak moor, and quaking fen,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">16</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“To every Form of being is assigned,”</td><td class="tdr">v</td><td class="tdr">353</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To kneeling Worshippers no earthly floor</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">97</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Too frail to keep the lofty vow</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">383</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To public notice, with reluctance strong,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">40</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men!</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">339</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tradition, be thou mute! Oblivion, throw</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">293</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tranquillity! the sovereign aim wert thou</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">387</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Troubled long with warring notions</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">175</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>True is it that Ambrosio Salinero</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">233</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>’Twas summer, and the sun had mounted high:</td><td class="tdr">v</td><td class="tdr">26</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Two Voices are there; one is of the sea,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">61</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Under the shadow of a stately Pile,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ungrateful Country, if thou e’er forget</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">81</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Unless to Peter’s Chair the viewless wind</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">34</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Unquiet Childhood here by special grace</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">170</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Untouched through all severity of cold;</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">231</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away!”</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">181</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Up to the throne of God is borne</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">408</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">274</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Up with me! up with me into the clouds!</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">42</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Urged by Ambition, who with subtlest skill</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">26</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Uttered by whom, or how inspired—designed</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">306</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Vallombrosa! I longed in thy shadiest wood</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">357</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Vallombrosa—I longed in thy shadiest wood”</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Vanguard of Liberty, ye men of Kent,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">434</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Wait, prithee, wait!” this answer Lesbia threw</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_465" id="Page_465">[465]</a></span>Wanderer! that stoop’st so low, and com’st so near</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wansfell! this Household has a favoured lot,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_153">153</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ward of the Law!—dread Shadow of a King!</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">209</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Was it to disenchant, and to undo,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">295</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Was the aim frustrated by force or guile,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">184</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Watch, and be firm! for, soul-subduing vice,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">10</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Weak is the will of Man, his judgment blind;”</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">67</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>We can endure that He should waste our lands,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">246</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Weep not, belovèd Friends! nor let the air</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">230</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>We gaze—nor grieve to think that we must die,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_306">306</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>We had a female Passenger who came</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">342</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><i>We</i> have not passed into a doleful City,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">383</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Well have yon Railway Labourers to <span class="smcapuc">THIS</span> ground</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_176">176</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Well may’st thou halt—and gaze with brightening eye!</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">34</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Well sang the Bard who called the grave, in strains</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">295</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Well worthy to be magnified are they</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">84</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Were there, below, a spot of holy ground</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">37</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Were there, below, a spot of holy ground,</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">310</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>We saw, but surely, in the motley crowd,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">376</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>We talked with open heart, and tongue</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">91</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>We walked along, while bright and red</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">89</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>What aim had they, the Pair of Monks, in size</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_74">74</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>What aspect bore the Man who roved or fled,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">237</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>What awful pérspective! while from our sight</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">106</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“What beast in wilderness or cultured field”</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">47</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>What beast of chase hath broken from the cover?</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">360</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>What crowd is this? what have we here! we must not pass it by</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">22</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>What heavenly smiles! O Lady mine</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_177">177</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>What He—who, mid the kindred throng</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">29</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>What if our numbers barely could defy</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“What is good for a bootless bene?”</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">205</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“What know we of the Blest above”</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">315</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>What lovelier home could gentle Fancy choose?</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">294</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>What mischief cleaves to unsubdued regret,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">340</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>What need of clamorous bells, or ribands gay,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">276</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>What sounds are those, Helvellyn, that are heard</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">270</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>What strong allurement draws, what spirit guides,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_92">92</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>What though the Accused, upon his own appeal</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">223</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>What though the Italian pencil wrought not here,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">321</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>What way does the Wind come? What way does he go?</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">50</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“<i>What, you are stepping westward?</i>”—“<i>Yea.</i>”</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">396</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When Alpine Vales threw forth a suppliant cry,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">79</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Whence that low voice?—A whisper from the heart,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">252</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When Contemplation, like the night-calm felt</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">201</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When, far and wide, swift as the beams of morn</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">244</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When first descending from the moorlands,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When haughty expectations prostrate lie,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">192</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When here with Carthage Rome to conflict came,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_66">66</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When human touch (as monkish books attest),</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When I have borne in memory what has tamed</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">348</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When in the antique age of bow and spear</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">115</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When, looking on the present face of things,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">433</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When Love was born of heavenly line,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_216">216</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When Philoctetes in the Lemnian isle</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">167</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When Ruth was left half desolate,</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">104</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When Severn’s sweeping flood had overthrown,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_314">314</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When the soft hand of sleep had closed the latch</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">97</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When thy great soul was freed from mortal chains,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">25</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When, to the attractions of the busy world,</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">66</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_466" id="Page_466">[466]</a></span>When years of wedded life were as a day</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">43</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Where are they now, those wanton Boys?</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">281</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Where art thou, my beloved Son,</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">7</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Where be the noisy followers of the game</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">380</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Where be the temples which, in Britain’s Isle,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">45</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Where holy ground begins, unhallowed ends,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">217</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must go?</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">41</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Where lies the truth? has Man, in wisdom’s creed,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_182">182</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Where long and deeply hath been fixed the root</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">43</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Where towers are crushed, and unforbidden weeds</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">137</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Where will they stop, those breathing Powers,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">314</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>While Anna’s peers and early playmates tread,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">169</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>While beams of orient light shoot wide and high,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_156">156</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>While flowing rivers yield a blameless sport,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">190</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>While from the purpling east departs</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">146</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>While Merlin paced the Cornish sands,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">252</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>While not a leaf seems faded; while the fields,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">65</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>While poring Antiquarians search the ground,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>While the Poor gather round, till the end of time</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">307</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>While thus from theme to theme the Historian passed,</td><td class="tdr">v</td><td class="tdr">283</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Who but hails the sight with pleasure”</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">156</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Who but is pleased to watch the moon on high,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_184">184</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Who comes—with rapture greeted, and caress’d</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">75</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Who fancied what a pretty sight</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">374</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">8</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Who ponders National events shall find,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_131">131</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Who rashly strove thy Image to portray,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Who rises on the banks of Seine,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">104</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Who swerves from innocence, who makes divorce</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">260</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Who weeps for strangers? Many wept,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_267">267</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Why cast ye back upon the Gallic shore,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">378</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Why, Minstrel, these untuneful murmurings—”</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">161</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Why should the Enthusiast, journeying through this Isle,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">343</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Why should we weep or mourn, Angelic boy,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_181">181</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Why sleeps the future, as a snake enrolled,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">108</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Why stand we gazing on the sparkling Brine,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">361</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Why, William, on that old grey stone,”</td><td class="tdr">i</td><td class="tdr">272</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wild Redbreast! hadst thou at Jemima’s lip</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">176</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wisdom and Spirit of the universe!</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">66</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>With copious eulogy in prose or rhyme</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">270</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>With each recurrence of this glorious morn</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">194</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb’st the sky,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">38</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Within her gilded cage confined,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">142</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Within our happy Castle there dwelt One</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">306</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Within the mind strong fancies work,</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">158</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>With little here to do or see</td><td class="tdr">ii</td><td class="tdr">358</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“With sacrifice before the rising morn”</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">2</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>With Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">40</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Witness thou,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_234">234</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Woe to the Crown that doth the Cowl obey!</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">27</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>“Woe to you, Prelates! rioting in ease”</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">49</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Woman! the Power who left his throne on high,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">95</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wouldst thou be gathered to Christ’s chosen flock,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_303">303</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wouldst thou be taught, when sleep has taken flight,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_151">151</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Would that our scrupulous Sires had dared to leave</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">99</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ye Apennines! with all your fertile vales,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ye brood of conscience—Spectres! that frequent,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ye Lime-trees, ranged before this hallowed Urn,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">78</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_467" id="Page_467">[467]</a></span>Ye sacred Nurseries of blooming Youth!</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">213</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ye shadowy Beings, that have rights and claims</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">377</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Yes! hope may with my strong desire keep pace,</td><td class="tdr">iii</td><td class="tdr">381</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Yes, if the intensities of hope and fear</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">88</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Yes, it was the mountain Echo,</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">25</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Yes! thou art fair, yet be not moved,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_176">176</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Yes, though He well may tremble at the sound,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_111">111</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ye Storms, resound the praises of your King!</td><td class="tdr">vi</td><td class="tdr">109</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Yet are they here the same unbroken knot</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">65</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Yet many a Novice of the cloistral shade,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">53</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Yet more,—round many a Convent’s blazing fire</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">51</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ye, too, must fly before a chasing hand,</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">54</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ye torrents, foaming down the rocky steeps,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_161">161</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ye Trees! whose slender roots entwine,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Yet Truth is keenly sought for, and the wind</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">76</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Yet, yet, Biscayans! we must meet our Foes</td><td class="tdr">iv</td><td class="tdr">242</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ye vales and hills whose beauty hither drew,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_157">157</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>You call it, “Love lies bleeding,”—so you may,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_149">149</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>You have heard “a Spanish Lady”</td><td class="tdr">vii</td><td class="tdr">232</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="smcap">Young England</span>—what is then become of Old,</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_180">180</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>You’re here for one long vernal day;</td><td class="tdr">viii</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_284">284</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<p class="titlepage">END OF VOL. 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