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The grace of forest charms decayed,

And pastoral melancholy. Yarrow Visited.

She who dwells with me, whom I have
loved
With such communion, that no place on

earth
Can ever be a solitude to me.

There is an eminence.



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That famous yonlh, fall loon remored
From earth, perhaps by Shakspeare^s self

approTod,
Fletcher*s associate, Jonson^s friend beloTed.
Inscription in the Grounds of Colsorton.

The intellect can raise
From airy words alone, a pile that ne*er
decays. From a Beat at Coleorton.

Faith sublimed to ecstasy.

Hot tsldom, glad.

I, with many a fear

For my dear country, many heartfelt sighs.

Among men who do not love her, linger

here. Hear Calais. Attgrnt^ 1S02,

Tis not in battles that from youth we train
The goTemor who must be wise and good.

Sonnet.
Happy is he, who, caring not for Pope,
Consul, or King, can soiind himself to know
The destiny of man, and live in hope.

Calais. August 15, ISOS.

Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee,
And was the safeguard of the West.

Bonnet on the extinction oj

the Venetian Republic,

She was a maiden city, bright and free. Ih,

Men are we, and must grieve when even the

shade
Of that which once was great is passed

away. lb.

Who, taking counsel of unbending truth.
By one example hath sot forth to all
How they with dignity may stand ; or fall.
If fall they must.

Bonnet. The King of Sweden,

Thou hast left behind
Powers that will work for thee, air, earth,

and skies :
There's not a breathing of the common

wind
That will forget thee; thou hast groat

allies ;
Thy friends are exultations, agonies,
And love, and man's unconquerable mind.
To Toassaint L'Ouverture.

Thou art free.
My country ! and 'tis jov enough and pride
For one hour's perfect bliss, to treaa the

grass
Oi Kngland once again.

In the Valley, near Dover.

Two voices are there ; one is of the sea,
One of the mountains ; each a mighty voice.
In both from age to age thou didst rejoice,
They were thy chosen music, liberty !

Thoo^t of a Briton on the
Subjugation of Switzerland.

The wealthiest man among us is the best.

London.



Plain living and high thinking are no more ;
The homely beauty of the good old cause
Is gone ; our peace, our fearful innocence.
And pure religion breathing household laws.

Milton! thou shouldst be living at this

hour:
England hath need of thee ; she is a fen
Of stagnant waters. lb.

Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart.

lb.
So didst thou travel on life's common way
In cheerful godliness. lb.

Perpetual emptiness ! unceasing change !
No single volume paramount, no code,
No master spirit, no determined road :
But equally a want of books and men.

Poems dedicated to national

Independence. Part 1, No. 15,

We must be free or die, who speak the

tongue
That Shaksneare spake; the faith and

morals hold
Which Milton hold. No, 16,

That every gift of noble origin

Is- breathed upon by hope's perpetual

breath ;
That virtue and the faculties within
Are vital,— and that riches are akin
To fear, to change, to cowardice and death !

No, to,
I find nothing great ;
Nothing is left which I can venerate ;
So that almost a doubt within me springs
Of Providence, such emptiness at length
Seems at the heart of aU things. No. iS,

We all are with you now from shore to
shore. No. f.?.

We shall exult if they who rule the land
Be men who hold it? many blessing dear.
Wise, upright, valiant ; not a servile band
Who are to judge of danger which they fear.
And honour which they do not understand.

No.S7,
Shame followed shame — and woe supplanted

woo-
ls this the only change that time can show P

No, $8.
A gift of that which is not to be given
By ^ the blended powers of earth and

heaven. Part i. No, 1,

High deeds, Germans, are to come from
you ! No. 4*

The land we from our fathers had in trust,
And to our children will transmit, or die.

No. 11.
Old songs, the precious music of the heart I
A few strong iustincts and a few plain rules.

No. 19.



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Wanderers of the street, to whom is dealt
The bread which without induatry they find.
Poems dedicated to Rational Independence.
Fart f . No. 13.
High sacrifice, and labour without pause
Even to the death :— else wherefore should

the eye
Of man converse with immortality ? No. 14*

Happy occasions oft by self -mistrust

Are forfeited. No. 17.

Tet shall thy name, conspicuous and sublime,
Stand in the spacious firmament of time,
Fixed as a star. No. 19.

A noble aim,
Faithfully kept, is as a noble deed. lb.

Hope, the jiaramount duty that Heaven lays
For its own honour, on man's suffering

heart. No. 33.

To whom in vision clear
The aspiring heads of future things appear,
Like moun&in-tops whose mists have rolled

away. No. 4i*

While tho whole forest of civility
Is doomed to perish, to the last fair tree !

Ode. No. 45.
The deep soul-moving sense
Of religious eloquence.

But Thy most dreaded instrument

In working out a pure intent,

Is man, — arra^^ed for mutual slaughter, —

Yea, (damage is Thy daughter.* lb.

The spirit of antiquity, enshrined

In sumptuous buildings. Brakes.

Whate*er we look on, at our side
Be Charity, — to bid us think
And feel, if we would know.
Composed in one of the Catholic Cantons.

The 8i^tlef«8 Milton, with his hair
Around his placid temples curled ;
And Shakspeare at his side, — a freight,
If clay could think and mind were weight,
For hmi who bore the world.

The Italian Itinerant. Part 1,

Each step hath its value while homeward

we move ! —

O joy, when the girdle of England appears !

What moment in life is so conscious of love,

So rich in the tenderest sweetness of tears ?

Stanzas in the Blmplon Pass.

A sea-green river, proud to lave.
With current swift and undefiled,
The towers of old Lucerne.

Elegiac Stanzas.

* Sappressed by Wordsworth in later editions.
In which the lines appear :—
** Bat Man is thv most awful instrument,

In working out a pure intent ;

Thou cloth'st the wicked in their dazzling mail,

^d for thy righteous purpose they prevail."



Meek nature's evening comment on the

shows
That for oblivion take their daily birth,
From all the fuming vanities of earth !

Sky-prospect. From the Flairu of France.
Turning, for them who pass, the common dust
Of servile opportunity to gold.

Desultory Stanzas.

Our pride misleads, our timid likings kill.

lb.

Go forth, my little book ! pursue thv way !
Go forth, and please the gentle and the good.

lb.
And cheerful songs, and suns that shine
On busy days, with thankful nights, be
mine. TO Enterprise. Canto 6,

All things are less dreadful than they seem.
Ecclesiastical Sonnets. Fart i, No. 7.
To harps preferring swords,
And everlasting deeds to burning words !

No. 10.
Ease from this noble miser of his time
No moment steals; pain narrows not his
cares. ^^' ^»

Woe to the crown that doth the cowl obey.

No. SO.
The mightiest lever ^
Known to the moral world, imagination.

No. 34.
He only judges right, who weighs, compares,
And, in the sternest sentence which his voice
Fronoimces, ne'er abandons charity.

Fart f , No. 1.
" As thou these ashes, little Brook, wilt bear
Into the Avon, Avon to the tide
Of Severn, Severn to the narrow seas.
Into main ocean they, this deed accurst
An emblem yields to friends and enemies,
How the bold teacher's doctrine, sanctified
By truth, shall spread, throughout the world
di8p€r8ed,"t No. 17.

Bapt Cecilia, seraph-haunted queen

Of harmony. No. S4,

Saintly Fisher, and unbending More.

No. 86.
Habit rules the unreflecting herd. No. 28.

O people keen
For change, to whom the new looks always
green ! No, 33.

Fear hath a hundred eyes, that all agree
To plague her beating heart. No. 4^,

The feather, whence the pent
Was shaped that traced the lives of tiiese

good men,
Dropped from an angel's wing.

Fart 3, No. 6.

t Taken (h>ni Fuller. See p. 180
^ See a. Constable, p. 91,



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Around meek Walton's heavenly memory.

Eccleslaitical Bonnett. Fart S, No, 6,
But who would force the soul, tilts with a

straw
Against a ohampon cased in adamant.

No, 7.
How^ like a Boman, Sidney bowed his head.
And Russell's milder blood the scaffold wet.

No. 10,
The golden mean, and quiet flow
Of truths that soften hatred, temper strife.

No, 11,
We, nothing loth a lingerinji; course to

measure,
May gather up our thoughts, and mark

at leisure
Features that else had yanished like a
dream. No, It,

Where a few yillagers on bended knees
Find solace which a busy world disdains.

No.n.
A genial hearth, a hospitable board,
And a refined rusticity. No, 18,

As the high service pledges now, now pleads.

No, 90,
I dread the boasted lights
That all too often are but fiery blights,
Killing the bud o*er which in vain we grieve.

No, SS,
The unimaginable touch of time. No, 34>

Creed and test
Vanish before the unreserved embrace
Of Catholic humanity. No. 36,

Ids and Cam, to patient science dear !

No. 42,
Give all thou canst: high Heaven rejects

the lore
Of nicely-calculated less or more. No, 43,

Where light and shade repose, where music

dwells
Lingering— and wandering on as loth to

die;
Like Uioughts whose very sweetness yieldeth

proof
That they were bom for immortality. lb.

They dreamt not of a perishable home
Who thus could build. No, 45,

A soul, by force of sorrows high



Uplifted to the purest sky

Of



undisturbed humanity !

The White Doe of Rylitona. Canto t.

The monumental pomp of age
Was with this goodly Personage ;
A stature undepressed in size,
Unbent, which rather seemed to nse.
In open victory, o*er the weight
Of seventy years, to loftier height.

Canto 3,



Through love, through hope, and faith's

transcendent dower.
We feel that we are greater than we know.
The River Dnddon. After- Thought,

Would that the little Flowers were bom to

live,
ConsdouB of half the pleasure which they

give;
That to this mountain daisy's self were

known
The beauty of its star-shai>ed shadow,

thrown
On the smooth surface of this naked stone !
Bonnets and Btansas.

Up ! up ! my friend, and quit your books ;
Or surely you'll grow double :
Up ! up ! my friend, and clear your looks ;
Why all this toil and trouble ?

The Tables Tamed. St, 1,
Come forth into the light of things,
Let nature be your teacher. St, 4>

One impulse from a vernal wood

May teach you more of man.

Of moral evil and of good.

Than all the sages can. St, 6.

Enough of science and of art ;

Close up these barren leaves ;

Come forth, and bring with you a heart

That watches and receives. St. 8.

Who is the happy warrior ? Who is he
That every man m arms should wish to be ?
It is the generous spirit, who, when brought
Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought
Upon the plan that pleased his childish

thought :
Whose high endeavours are an inward light
That makes the path before him always

bright:
Who with a natural instinct to discern
What knowledge can perform, is diligent to

leam. Character of the Happy Warrior.

Who, doomed to go in company with Pain,
And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train !
Turns his necessity to glorious gain. lb.

More skilful in self-knowledge, even more

pure
As tempted more ; more able to endure.
As more exposed to suffering and distress :
Thence also, more alive to tenderness. lb.

And therefore does not stoop, nor lie in wait

For wealth, or honours, or for worldly state.

lb.
Who if he be called upon to face

Some awful moment to which Heaven has
joined

Great issues, goo<l or bad for human kind.

Is happy OS a lover : and attired

With sudden brightness, like a man in-
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One that would peep and botanixe
Upon his mother's graye.

A Poet*t Epitaph. St, 6,

A. reasoning, self-soffioing thing,

An inteUectnal AlKin-alf. 8t, 8,

He marmms near the running brooks

A music sweeter than their own. St, 10,

He is retired as noontide dew,

Or fountain in a noon-day grove ;

And you must love him, ere to you

He will seem worthy of your love. St. 11.



And often, glad no mure,

We wear a lace of joy, iKBcause

We have been glad of yore.



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Impulses of deeper birth
Have come to lum in solitude.



St.lt



The harvest of a auiet eye

That broods and sleeps on his own heart.

St. IS.
Contented if he might enjoy
The things that others understand. St. I4.

It is the first mild day of March.

To my Bister.

We from to-day, my friend, will date

The opening of the year. i^«

One moment now may give us more

Than fifty years of reason :

Our minos shall drink at every pore

The spirit of the season. lb.

Thou, while thy babes around thee ding,

Shalt show us how divine a thing

A woman may be made. To a Tonn^ Lady.

But an old age, serene and bright,

And lovely as a Lapland night.

Shall lead thee to tny grave. lb.

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

Lines Written in Early Spring
Much it irrieved my heart to think



de of man.



lb.



And 'tis my faith that every flower
Bnjoys the air it breathes. lb,

reader ! had you in your mind
Such stores as sdent thought can bring,
gentle reader ! you would find
A tale in everything.

BlmoD Lee, the Old Huntsman.
I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning ;
Alas ! the gratitude of men
Hath oftener left me mourning. lb.

My eyes are dim with childish tears.
My heart is idly stirred.
For the same sound is in my ears
Which in those days I heaid.

The Fountain.
The wiser mind
MoQms less for what age takes away
Than what it leaves bdoind. lb.



Sad fancies do we then affect

In luxury of disrespect

To our own prodigal excess

Of too familiar happiness. Ode to Lyooris.

Passing sweet
Are the domains of tender memory !

To the Same.

Shipwrecked, kindles on the coast
TaLUG fires, that others may bd^lost.

To me Lady Fleming.

But shapes that come not at an earthly call
Will not depart when mortal voices bid.

Dion.
Stem daughter of the voice of God !

Duty ! if that name thou love,
Who art a light to guide, a rod
To check the erring, and reprove.

Ode to Duty.
Me this imchartered freedom tires :

1 feel the weight of chance-desires ;

My hopes no more must change their name,
I long for a repose that ever is the same.

lb.
Heart which lapse of years.
And that half- wisdom half -experience gives.
Make slow to feel.

The old Cumberland Beggar.
That sweet taste of pleasure unpursued. lb.

Men who can hear the decalogue, and feel
No self-reproach. lb.

As in the eye of nature he has lived

So in the eye of nature let him die ! lb.

One by whom
All effort seems forgotten ; one to whom
Long patience ham such mild composure

given,
That patience now doth seem a thing of

which
He hath no need.

Animal Tranquillity and Decay.

A power is passing from the earth.

Lines on the expected
Dissolution of Mr. Fox.
The light that never was on sea or land,
The consecration, and the poet's dream.
Elegiac Stanzas. Suggested by a Picture
of FeeU CastU %n a Storm.
No motion but the moving tide, a breeze,
Or merely silent nature's breathing life. lb,

A deep distress hath humanized my soul.

lb.
The feeling of my loss will ne*er be old. lb.

Farewell, farewell the heart that lives alone.

Housed in a dream, at distance from the

kind! lb.



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Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
Bleglao Btanxas. Suagetted by a Picture
ofPeeu Cattle %n a Storm,
But huBhed be every thought that springB
From out the bitterness of things.

Elegiac Btanxai (182^
Whose life was like the violet sweet.
As climbing jasmine pure. lb.

The glory and the freshness of a dream.

Odai Intimations of Immortality.
Canto 1.
It is not now as it hath been of yore ; —
Turn wheresoe*er I may,
By night or day.
The things which I have seen I now can see
no more. lb.

The rainbow comes and goes.
And lovely is the rose. Canto t.

Waters on a starry m'ght
Are beautiful and fair ;
The sunshine is a glorious birth :
But yet I know, where'er I go.
That there hath passed away a glory from
the earth. lb.

Whither is fled the visionary gleam ?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream P

Canto 4-
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting :

The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star.
Hath had elsewhere its setting.

And coroeth from afar :
Not in entire forgetf ulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory, do we come
From Qod, who is our home :
Heaven lies about us in our infancy !
Shades of the i^rison-house begin to close
Upon the g^wing boy. Canto 5.

At length the man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day. lb.

As if his whole vocation

Were endless imitation. Canto 7.

O joy ! that in our embers

Is something that doth live.

That nature yet remembers

What was so fugitive !
The thought of our post years in me doth

breed
Perpetual benediction. Canto 0,

Those obstinate questionings
Of sense and outward things,
Fallings from us, vanishings ;
Blank misgivings of a creature
Moving about in worlds not realised. lb.

Truths that wake.
To perish never. lb.

Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of tliat immortal sea
Which brought us hither. lb.



In years that bring the philosophic mind.

Canto 10,
The innocent brightness of a new-bom Day

Is lovely yet ;
The clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o*er man's mortality.

Canto 11,
To me the meanest flower that blows, can

give
Thoughts that do often lie too deef for
tears. lb,

Abetmsest matter, reasonings of tlis mind
Turned inward. The Excursion. Book U

Men endowed with highest ^ts,
The vision and the faculty^ divme,
Tet wanting the accomplishment of verse.

lb.
The keen, the wholesome air of pc/verty. lb.

The imperfect offices of prayer and praise.



That mighty orb of song
The divine Mdton.



lb,
lb.



Surely never did there Hve on earth
A man of kindlier nature. Ib^

The good die flrst.

And they whose hearts are dry as summer

dust
Bum to the socket* lb.

The unlooked-for dawn
That promised everlasting Joy to France !

Book t.
And, from the pulpit, zealously maintained
The cause of Christ and dvil hberty
As one, and moving to one glorious end. lb.

This dull product of a scoffer's pen. lb.

Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold,
With alabaster domes, and silver spires,
And blazing terrace upon terrace, nigh
Uplifted ; here, serene pavilions bri^t
In avenues disposed : there towers begirt
With battlements that on their restless fronts
Bore stars. lb,

Methinks
Wisdom is oft-times nearer when we stoop
Than when we soar. Book S.

Here are we, in a bright and breathing

world :
Our origin, what matters it? lb,

(yompassed round b^ pleasure, sighed
For inaependent happiness. lb,

1 would not yet be of such wintry bareness
But that some leaf of your regard should

hang
Upon my naked branches. lb,

• •• The body in the socket of the soul. '*— 01 v«d
by Ray as a proverb.



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k niige of vnappropriated earth.

The BxeuraioD. Book S,

Tlie inteUectnal power, through words and

thinge.
Went Bounding on, a dim and perilouB

way ! • Jd.

Society became my {dittering bride,

And aizy hopes my children. lb.

Big paasionB strutting on a petty stage. lb,

"Hb a thing impossible, to frame
Conceptions equal to the soul's desires.

Book 4.
Conadenoe rer e renced and obeyed
As Gh>d'8 most intimate presence in the
soul. lb.

The ▼acillatrng, inconsistent good. lb.

There is a luxury in self-dispraise. lb.

You have seen ,
HaTe acted, suffered, travelled far, observed
With no incurious eye ; and books are yours.
Within whose sQent chambers treasure Ues
Preaerred from age to age. lb.

We lire by admiration, hope, and love ;
And even as these are well and wisely fixed.
In dignity of being we ascend. lb.

Pan himself.
The simple shepherd's awe-inspiring god !

lb.
Stately Edinburgh throned on crags. lb.

A carious chfld, who dwelt upon a tract
Of inland ground, applying to his ear
Hie oonvomtions of a smooth -lipp'd shell ;
To which in silence hushed, his veiy soul
listened intensely. From within were heard
Murmurings whereby the monitor expressed
Mysterious union with its native sea. lb.

One in whom persuasion and belief
Had ripened into faith, and faith become
A passionate intuition. iift.

To tired limbs and over-busy thoughts
Inviting sleep and soft forgetfulness. lb.

If to be weak is to be wretched— miserable.

As the lost angel by a human voice

Hath mournfully pronounced.f Book 5,

A light of duty shines on every day

For all; and yet how few are warmed or

cheered! Jb,

We
Are that which we would contemplate from

far. /*.

* ** Three sleepless nights I passed in sonndlngon.
Through worda and things, a dim and perilous
way."
—Wordsworth's "The Borderers" (written
1795-6, eighteen years before "The Excursion"),
t Sm Milton, "Psradise Lost," Book 1, 167
(P.S1U



They whom death has hidden from our si^t
Are worthiest of the mind's regard. ib.

Life, I repeat, ii energy of love,

Divine or human. lb.

Spires whose "silent finger points to
heaven.''^ Book 6,

Innocence is strong,

And an entire simplicity of mind,

A thing most sacred iu the eyes of Heaven.

lb.

Hail to the crown by Freedom shaped — ^to
gird

An English sovereign's brow! and to the
throne

Whereon he sits! whose deep foundations lie

In veneration and the people's love.§ lb.

As if within his frame
Two several souls alternately had lodged.
Two sets of manners could the youUi put
on 1 lb.

The unoonqusrable pang of despised love.ll

Some staid guardian of the public peace.

Book?,
Memories, images, and precious thoughts
That shall not die, and cannot be deeuroyed.

lb.
Wisdom married to immortal verse. 11 lb.

A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays
And confident to-morrows. lb.

A man of hope and forward-looking mind.

lb.
We see by the g[bid light
And breathe the sweet air of raturity.
And so we live, or else we have no life.

Book 9,
A dear sonorous voice, inaudible
To the vast multitude. lb.

The primal duties shine aloft like stars ;
The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless.
Are scattered at the feet of man, like
fiowers. lb.

In a deep pool, by happy chance we saw
A two-fola image ; on a grassy bank
A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood
Another and the same ! Jb.

The bosom- weight, your stubborn gift,
That no philosophy can lift. Presentiments.

Star-guided Ck)ntemplations. lb.

There's not a nook within this solemn pass,
But were an apt confessional.

The Trossachs.

I t Coleridge : " The Friend," No. 14 (p. 88).

§ Se$ Teanyson : " Broad based upou her
people's will " (p. 860).

II "The pangs of despised love.''— "Hamlet"
(p. 816).

5 "Married to immortal verse." — Miltoh,
"L'Allegro''(p. 221).



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This modest charm of not too maoh,

Put seen, imagined part. To May*

Small serrice is trae service while it lasts.
To a Child. — Wrttt^H in A^r Album,

The Daisy, by the shadow that it casts,
Protects tne lingering dew-drop from the
sun. lb.

Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower
Near the lark*s nest, and in their natural

hour
Have passed awaj^. less happy than the one
That by the unwilling ploughshai^e died to

prove
The tender charm of Poetry and Love.

Bonnets Composed or Suggested during
a Tour in Scotland. iVb. S7,

Bf ost sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
To pace the ground if path there be or none,
While a fair region roimd the traveller lies,
Which he forbears again to look upon.

If Thought and Love desert us, from that

day
Lot us break off all commerce with the

Muse. lb.

Say not you love a roasted fowl,
But you may love a screaming owl.
And, if you can, the unwieldy toad.

Loving and Liking.

How fast has brother followed brother,
From sunshine to the sunless land.

Extempore Eftusion upon the
Death of Jas. Hogg.
In what alone is ours, the living Now.

Memorials of a Tour In Italy. JVb. 10,

In his breast, the might^r Poet bore
A Patriot's health warm with undying fire.

uVo. 19,
Thou art long, and lank, and brown,
As is the riblnad sea-sana.

Lines added to the Ancient Mariner.



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