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As if all needful things would come un- Himself he propped, limbs, body, and pale sought

face, To genial faith, still rich in genial good; I | Upon a long gray staff of shaven wood: But how can he expect that others should And, still as I drew near with gentle Build for him, sow for him, and at his pace, call

41 Upon the margin of that moorish flood Love him, who for himself will take no | Motionless as a cloud the old man stood; heed at all?

That heareth not the loud winds when they call,

76 · I thought of Chatterton, the marvelous And moveth altogether, if it move at all.

boy,

The sleepless soul that perished in his At length, himself unsettling, he the pond pride;

Stirred with his staff and fixedly did look Oi him who walked in glory and in joy 45 *Upon the muddy water, which he conned, Following his plough, along the mountain As if he had been reading in a book: 81 side:

And now a stranger's privilege I took; By our own spirits are we deified: And, drawing to his side, to him did say We poets in our youth begin in glad- “This morning gives us promise of a ness;

glorious day.” But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

A gentle answer did the old man make, 85

In courteous speech which forth he Now, whether it were by peculiar grace, 50 slowly drew: A leading from above, a something given, And him with further words I thus beYet it befell, that, in this lonely place,

spake, When I with these untoward thoughts “What occupation do you there pursue? had striven,

This is a lonesome place for one like Beside a pool bare to the eye of heaven

you." I saw a man before me unawares: 55 | Ere he replied, a flash of mild surprise The oldest man he seemed that ever wore Broke from the sable orbs of his yet vivid gray hairs.

eyes.

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As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie | His words came feebly, from a feeble
Couched on the bald top of an eminence; chest,
Wonder to all who do the same espy, But each in solemn order followed each,
By what means it could thither come, and With something of a lofty utterance
whence;

60 dressed; So that it seems a thing endued with Choice word, and measured phrase, above sense:

the reach

95 Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a Of ordinary men; a stately speech;

Such as grave Livers do in Scotland use, Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun it- Religious men, who give to God and man self;

their dues.

shelf

Such seemed this man, not all alive nor He told, that to these waters he had come dead,

To gather leeches, being old and poor: 100 Nor all asleep-in his extreme old age: 65 Employment hazardous and wearisome! His body was bent double, feet and head And he had many hardships to endure: Coming together in life's pilgrimage; From pond to pond he roamed, from moor As if some dire constraint of pain, or to moor; rage

Housing, with God's good help, by choice Of sickness felt by him in times long past, or chance; A more than human weight upon his | And in this way he gained an honest mainframe had cast. 70 | tenance.

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The old man still stood talking by my “God," said I, “be my help and stay side;

secure; But now his voice to me was like a stream I'll think of the leech-gatherer on the Scarce heard; nor word from word could lonely moor!”

140 I divide; And the whole body of the man did seem Like one whom I had met with in a dream;

YEW-TREES Or like a man from some far region sent, To give me human strength, by apt ad There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton monishment.

Vale,

Which to this day stands single, in the My former thoughts returned: the fear midst that kills;

Of its own darkness, as it stood of yore; And hope that is unwilling to be fed; Not loth to furnish weapons for the bands Cold, pain and labor, and all fleshly ills; Of Umfraville or Percy ere they marched 5 And mighty poets in their misery dead. To Scotland's heaths; or those that Perplexed, and longing to be comforted, crossed the sea My question eagerly did I renew, 118 And drew their sounding bows at Azin“How is it that you live, and what is it cour, you do?"

Perhaps at earlier Crecy, or Poictiers.

Of vast circumference and gloom profound He with a smile did then his words repeat; This solitary Tree! a living thing 10 And said, that, gathering leeches, far and Produced too slowly ever to decay; wide

121 Of form and aspect too magnificent He travelled; stirring thus about his feet | To be destroyed. But worthier still The waters of the pools where they abide. of note “Once I could meet with them on every Are those fraternal Four of Borrowdale, side;

Joined in one solemn and capacious But they have dwindled long by slow grove; decay;

125 Huge trunks! and each particular trunk Yet still I persevere, and find them where a growth I may."

Of intertwisted fibres serpentine

Up-coiling, and inveterately convolved; While he was talking thus, the lonely Nor uninformed with Phantasy, and looks place,

That threaten the profane;—a pillared The old man's shape, and speech, all shade, troubled me:

Upon whose grassless floor of red-brown In my mind's eye I seemed to see him hue, pace

By sheddings from the pining umbrage About the weary moors continually, 130 tinged Wandering about alone and silently. Perennially—beneath whose sable roof While I these thoughts within myself Of boughs, as if for festal purpose, decked pursued,

With unrejoicing berries-ghostly Shapes He, having made a pause, the same dis May meet at noontide; Fear and trembling course renewed.

Hope,

Silence and Foresight; Death the Skeleton And soon with this he other matter And Time the Shadow;—there to celeblended,

brate, Cheerfully uttered, with demeanor kind, As in a natural temple scattered o'er But stately in the main; and when he With altars undisturbed of mossy stone, 30 ended,

United worship; or in mute repose I could have laughed myself to scorn to To lie, and listen to the mountain flood find

Murmuring from Glaramara's inmost In that decrepit man so firm a mind.

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AT THE GRAVE OF BURNS True friends though diversely inclined;

But heart with heart and mind with mind, SEVEN YEARS AFTER HIS DEATH Where the main fibres are entwined, 45

Through Nature's skill, I shiver, Spirit fierce and bold,

May even by contraries be joined
At thought of what I now behold:

More closely still.
As vapors breathed from dungeons cold
Strike pleasure dead,

The tear will start, and let it flow;
So sadness comes from out the mould 5

Thou “poor Inhabitant below,"
Where Burns is laid.

At this dread moment-even som

Might we together And have I then thy bones so near,

Have sat and talked where gowans blow, And thou forbidden to appear?

Or on wild heather. As if it were thyself that's here

What treasures would have then been I shrink with pain;

placed And both my wishes and my fear

Within my reach; of knowledge graced Alike are vain.

By fancy what a rich repast!

But why go on?Off weight-nor press on weight!-away | Oh! spare to sweep, thou mournful blast, Dark thoughts!—they came, but not to

His grave grass-grown.

60 stay; With chastened feelings would I pay 15

There, too, a son, his joy and pride,
The tribute due

(Not three weeks past the stripling died,) To him, and aught that hides his clay Lies gathered to his father's side, From mortal view.

Soul-moving sight!

Yet one to which is not denied 05 Fresh as the flower, whose modest worth

Some sad delight: He sang, his genius “glinted” forth, 20

For he is safe, a quiet bed
Rose like a star that touching earth,

Hath early found among the dead,
For so it seems,

Harbored where none can be misled,
Doth glorify its humble birth

Wronged, or distressed;
With matchless beams.

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And surely here it may be said The piercing eye, the thoughtful brow, 25

That such are blest. The struggling heart, where be they | And oh! for thee, by pitying grace now?

Checked oft-times in a devious race,
Full soon the Aspirant of the plough, May He who halloweth the place 75
The prompt, the brave,

Where man is laid
Slept, with the obscurest, in the low Receive thy spirit in the embrace
And silent grave.

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For which it prayed! I mourned with thousands, but as one

Sighing I turned away; but ere More deeply grieved, for He was gone

Night fell I heard, or seemed to hear, 80 Whose light I hailed when first it shone,

Music that sorrow comes not near,
And showed my youth

A ritual hymn,
How verse may build a princely throne 35

Chaunted in love that casts out fear
On humble truth.

By Seraphim.

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The same whom in my school-boy days
I listened to; that Cry
Which made me look a thousand ways
In bush, and tree, and sky.
To seek thee did I often rove
Through woods and on the green;
And thou wert still a hope, a love;
Still longed for, never seen.
And I can listen to thee yet; 25
Can lie upon the plain
And listen, till I do beget
That golden time again.
O blessed Bird! the earth we pace
Again appears to be
An unsubstantial faery place,
That is fit home for thee!

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SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF DELIGHT
She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament;
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and way-lay. 10

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I saw her upon nearer view,
TO THE CUCKOO

A spirit, yet a woman too!

Her household motions light and free, O blithe New-comer! I have heard,

And steps of virgin-liberty; I hear thee and rejoice.

A countenance in which did meet O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,

Sweet records, promises as sweet; Or but a wandering Voice?

A creature not too bright or good

For human nature's daily food; While I am lying on the grass - 5 For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Thy twofold shout I hear,

Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and From hill to hill it seems to pass,

smiles. At once far off, and near.

And now I see with eye serene Though babbling only to the vale, The very pulse of the machine; Of sunshine and of flowers,

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A being breathing thoughtful breath, Thou bringest unto me a tale

A traveller between life and death; Of visionary hours.

The reason firm, the temperate will, 25

Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill: Thrice welcome, darling of the spring! A perfect woman, nobly planned, Even yet thou art to me

To warn, to comfort, and command; No bird, but an invisible thing, 15 And yet a spirit still, and bright A voice, a mystery;

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· IWANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD • I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, 5 Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay:

10 Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they

y Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay

15 In such a jocund company: I gazed-and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood,

20 They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.

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And they a blissful course may hold
Even now, who, not unwisely bold,
Live in the spirit of this creed;
Yet seek thy firm support, according to

their need.
1, loving freedom, and untried; 25
No sport of every random gust,
Yet being to myself a guide,
Too blindly have reposed my trust:
And oft, when in my heart was heard
Thy timely mandate, I deferred 30
The task, in smoother walks to stray;
But thee I now would serve more strictly,

if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, I supplicate for thy control; But in the quietness of thought: Me this unchartered freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance-desires: My hopes no more must change their

name;
I long for a repose that ever is the same. 40
Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear
The Godhead's most benignant grace;
Nor know we anything so fair
As is the smile upon thy face:
Flowers laugh before thee on their beds 45
And fragrance in thy footing treads;
Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong;
And the most ancient heavens, through

thee, are fresh and strong.
To humbler functions, awful Power!
I call thee: I myself commend
Unto thy guidance from this hour;
Oh, let my weakness have an end!
Give unto me, made lowly wise,
The spirit of self-sacrifice;
The confidence of reason give;

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me live!

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ODE TO DUTY. Stern Daughter of the Voice of God! O Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe; From vain temptations dost set free; And calm'st the weary strife of frail hu

manity!
There are who ask not if thine eye
Be on them; who, in love and truth,
Where no misgiving is, rely
Upon the genial sense of youth:
Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot
Who do thy work, and know it not:
Oh! is through confidence misplaced 15
They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power!

around them cast.
Serene will be our days and bright,
And happy will our nature be,
When love is an unerring light,
And joy its own security.

CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY

WARRIOR Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he That every man in 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 boyish

thought:

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