And all the fertile valley shields; O care! O guilt!-O vales and plains, Most potent when mists veil the sky, While the coarse rushes, to the sweeping breeze, III. List to those shriller notes !-that march Perchance was on the blast, When, through this Height's inverted arch, -They saw, adventurously impelled, And older eyes than theirs beheld, This block-and yon, whose church-like frame Be thankful, even though tired and faint, IV. My Soul was grateful for delight A veil is lifted-can she slight The greenness tells, man must be there : Is of the clime in which we live : -Who comes not hither ne'er shall know Nor can he guess how lightly leaps While Faith, from yonder opening cloud, To vale and hill proclaims aloud, "Whate'er the weak may dread, the wicked dare, Thy lot, O Man, is good, thy portion fair!"1 1 Poetical Works, vol. ii. p. 168. CHAPTER V. AMBLESIDE, LANGDALE, BLEA TARN, ETC. DESCENDING to Ambleside by Stock Ghyll, the mountain in front, across the valley, is Wansfell; thus addressed by Wordsworth, as it is seen from Rydal Mount: : Wansfell! this Household has a favoured lot, To watch while Morn first crowns thee with her rays, Evening's angelic clouds. Yet ne'er a note Bountiful Son of Earth! when we are gone As soon we shall be, may these words attest How oft, to elevate our spirits, shone Thy visionary majesties of light, How in thy pensive glooms our hearts found rest.1 To this may be added the sonnet referring to Ambleside, which follows it : While beams of orient light shoot wide and high, 1 Poetical Works, vol. ii. p. 317. Breathes forth a cloud-like creature of its own, Hangs o'er its Parent waking to the cares, Endears that Lingerer. And how blest her sway If the calm Heaven, now to its zenith decked The forty-fifth sonnet in the third section of the same series (the Miscellaneous Sonnets) is not inappropriate here. ON THE PROJECTED KENDAL AND WINDERMERE RAILWAY, Is then no nook of English ground secure 'Mid his paternal fields at random thrown? After reading this sonnet one naturally wonders what its author would have thought of the appropriation 2 Ibid. p. 319. 1 Poetical Works, vol. ii. p. 318. of Thirlmere by Manchester. Wordsworth appends the following note to this sonnet :— "The degree and kind of attachment which many of the yeomanry feel to their small inheritances can scarcely be overrated. 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.'" Dr. Cradock says, "The yeoman was, I believe, Mr. Birkett, owner of a farm which lies a few fields back on the left of the road, between Waterhead and Troutbeck Bridge. My informant was the Reverend Mr. Jefferies of Grasmere, who was living in the country at the time of the occurrence which provoked the sonnet. I am told that the tree (an oak) is still standing, but I have not seen it." Another sonnet, number six of the first series, refers to a spot in this part of the district, very easily identified, and yet, I suspect, hardly known. The following "note upon it occurs in the I. F. MSS. "This rill trickles down the hill-side into Windermere near Low Wood. My sister and I, on our first visit together to this part of the country, walked from Kendal, and we rested to refresh ourselves by the side of the lake where the streamlet falls into it. This sonnet was written some years after in recollection of that happy ramble, that most happy day and hour."1 There is a little unpretending Rill Of limpid water, humbler far than aught 1 Prose Works, vol. iii. p. 53. |