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Of Grasmere safe in its own privacy :
By sickness, gaunt and lean, with sunken checks
Forgetful of the body they sustained.-
-I'll suits the road with one in haste; but we The Man was using his best skill to gain
That knew not of his wants. I will not say
With all its lovely images, was changed
What need there is to be reserved in speech,
- Therefore, unwilling to forget that day,
By a memorial name, uncouth indeed
Or foreland, on a new-discovered coast;
And Point Rash-JUDGMENT is the name it bears.
TO M. H.
Our walk was far among the ancient trees:
There was no road, nor any woodman's path ; On Grasmere's beach, than Naiad by the side
But a thick umbrage-checking the wild growth Of Grecian brook, or Lady of the Mere,
Of weed and sapling, along soft green turf Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
Beneath the branches-of itself had made --So fared we that bright morning: from the fields, A track, that brought us to a slip of lawn, Meanwhile, a noise was heard, the busy mirth
And a small bed of water in the woods. Of reapers, men and women, boys and girls.
All round this pool both flocks and herds might drink Delighted much to listen to those sounds,
On its firm margin, even as from a well, And feeding thus our fancies, we advanced
Or some stone-basin which the herdsman's hand Along the indented shore; when suddenly,
Had shaped for their refreshment; nor did sun, Through a thin veil of glittering haze was seen
Or wind from any quarter, ever come, Before us, on a point of jutting land,
But as a blessing to this calm recess, The tall and upright figure of a Man
This glade of water and this one green field. Attired in peasant’s garb, who stood alone,
The spot was made by Nature for herself; Angling beside the margin of the lake.
The travellers know it not, and 'twill remain “ Improvident and reckless," we exclaimed,
Unknown to them; but it is beautiful; “ The Man must be, who thus can lose a day
And if a man should plant his cottage near, Of the mid harvest, when the labourer's hire
Should sleep beneath the shelter of its trees, Is ample, and some little might be stored
And blend its waters with his daily meal, Wherewith to cheer him in the winter time."
He would so love it, that in his death-hour Thus talking of that Peasant, we approached
Its image would survive among his thoughts: Close to the spot where with his rod and line
And therefore, my sweet Mary, this still Nook, He stood alone ; whereat he turned his head
With all its beeches, we have named from You! To greet us--and we saw a Man worn down
Much wondering how I could have sought in vain
For an allotted interval of ease,
From the wild sea a cherished Visitant;
And with the sight of this same path--begun,
Begun and ended, in the shady grove,
By pacing here, unwearied and alone,
In that habitual restlessness of foot Of that perennial shade, a cloistral place
That haunts the Sailor measuring o'er and o'er
His short domain upon the vessel's deck,
Each other's mind was fashioned ; and at length,
When once again we met in Grasmere Vale,
But thou, a School-boy, to the sea hadst carried
Could I withhold thy honoured name,--and now
Thither do I withdraw when cloudless suns
Shine hot, or wind blows troublesome and strong ;
Of the dark firs, a visionary scene!
And, while I gaze upon the spectacle
Muttering the verses which I muttered first
Art pacing thoughtfully the vessel's deck
In some far region, here, while o'er my head,
At every impulse of the moving breeze,
Note. This wish was not granted ; the lamented Person not long after perished by shipwreck, in discharge of his duty as Commander of the Honourable East India Com. pany's Vessel, the Earl of Abergavenny.
Ever beheld. Up-led with mutual help,
gazed, The blooming heath their couch, gazed, side by
side, In speechless admiration. I, a witness And frequent sharer of their calm delight With thankful heart, to either Eminence Gave the baptismal name each Sister bore. Now are they parted, far as Death's cold hand Hath power to part the Spirits of those who love As they did love. Ye kindred PinnaclesThat, while the generations of mankind Follow each other to their hiding-place In time's abyss, are privileged to endure Beautiful in yourselves, and richly graced With like command of beauty-grant your aid For Mary's humble, Sarah's silent, claim, That their pure joy in nature may survive From age to age in blended memory.
Forth from a jutting ridge, around whose base
POEMS OF THE FANCY.
Faithful, though swift as lightning, the meek dove ; A MORNING EXERCISE.
Yet more hath Nature reconciled in thee ;
So constant with thy downward eye of love,
In power of wing and never-wearied voice.
To the last point of vision, and beyond,
Mount, daring warbler!—that love-prompted strain,
('Twixt thee and thine a never-failing bond) Blithe ravens croak of death; and when the owl Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain : Tries his two voices for a favourite strain
Yet might'st thou seem, proud privilege ! to sing Tu-rchit-Tu-whoo! the unsuspecting fowl All independent of the leafy spring. Forebodes mishap or seems but to complain; Fancy, intent to harass and annoy,
How would it please old Ocean to partake, Can thus pervert the evidence of joy.
With sailors longing for a breeze in vain,
The harmony thy notes most gladly make Through border wilds where naked Indians stray,
Where earth resembles most his own domain ! Myriads of notes attest her subtle skill;
Urania's self might welcome with pleased ear A feathered task-master cries, “Work AwAY !”
These matins mounting towards her native sphere. And, in thy iteration, “ WHIP POOR WILL !”
Chanter by heaven attracted, whom no bars Is heard the spirit of a toil-worn slave,
To day-light known deter from that pursuit, Lashed out of life, not quiet in the grave.
'Tis well that some sage instinct, when the stars
Come forth at evening, keeps Thee still and mute; What wonder! at her bidding, ancient lays
For not an eyelid could to sleep incline
Wert thou among them, singing as they shine !
A FLOWER GARDEN,
Tell me, ye Zephyrs ! that unfold,
While Auttering o'er this gay Recess, Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark ;
Pinions that fanned the teeming mould The happiest bird that sprang out of the Ark !
Of Eden's blissful wilderness,
Did only softly-stealing hours Hail, blest above all kinds !-Supremely skilled
There close the peaceful lives of flowers ? Restless with fixed to balance, high with low, Thou leav'st the halcyon free her hopes to build Say, when the moving creatures saw On such forbearance as the deep may show;
All kinds commingled without fear, Perpetual flight, unchecked by earthly ties,
Prevailed a like indulgent law Leav'st to the wandering bird of paradise.
For the still growths that prosper here !
Did wanton fawn and kid forbear * See Waterton's Wanderings in South America.
The half-blown rose, the lily spare !
AT COL EORTON HALL, LEICESTERSHIRE.
Or peeped they often from their beds
All summer-long the happy Eve
A WHIRL-BLAST from behind the hill
Yet, where the guardian fence is wound,
And, though the jealous turf refuse
THE WATERFALL AND THE EGLANTINE
And hither throngs of birds resort; Some, inmates lodged in shady nests, Some, perched on stems of stately port That nod to welcome transient guests ; While hare and leveret, seen at play, Appear not more shut out than they.
Apt emblem (for reproof of pride)
“ BEGONE, thou fond presumptuous Elf,"
Thus spake the moral Muse--her wing
“Dost thou presume my course to block!