Sidor som bilder


Sketeh of his Life 557

The Cotter's Saturday Night 50l

To the Owl 500

The Twa Dogs 5G7

Tam o' Shanter 50'J

Address to the Deil 572

/The Vision 57I

On Pastoral Poetry 577

(To a Mouse 578

Bruar Water 578

Castle-Gordon 579

To Miss Cruikshanks 580

I Poor Mailie's Elegy 580

Auld Mare Maggie 58l

j To a Louse 5*3

A Bard's Epitaph 58?

To a Mountain Daisy 583

To the Shade of Thomson 583

To Miss Logan 5SI

A Prayer, &c 584

Elegy on Captain Henderson 584

On Sensibility .... 583

Lincluden Abbey 58fl

To the Guidwife, &c 580

A Vision 587

Epistle to Davie 588

Epistle to Lapraik 588

To William Simpson 590

Epistle to a Young Friend 50l

Epistle to James Smith 5!l2

To Dr. Blacklock 594

Songs 595

Glossary 007

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Sketch of his Life 64&

The Deserted Village ......... 847


Sketch of his Life 0.V

The Castle of Indolence fi.vj

Glossary f.94



Mr heart leaps up when I behold

A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,

Or let me die 1

The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.


The si'


I5EHOLD, within the leafy shade,
Those bnght blue eggs together laid I
On me the chancc-discoverM sight
Ulcam'd like a vision of delight.
1 started, seeming to espy
The home and shelter'd bed,
The Sparrow's dwelling, which, hard by
My Father's house, in wet or dry
My sister Kmnr.'line and 1
Together visited.'

She look'd ut it and seem'd to fear it;
Dreading, though wishing, to be near it:
Such heart was in her, being then
A little Prattler among men.
The Blessing of my later years
Was with me when a boy :
She gave me eyes, she gave me ears ;
And humble cares, and delicate fears;
A heart, the fountain of pweet tears ;
And love, and thought, and joy.




(Composed upon the Thames, near Richmond.;

Glide gently, thus for ever glide,
O Thames I that other bards may uce
As lovely visions by thy side
As now, fair river, come to me.
O glide, fair stream! tor ever so,
Thy quiet sonl on all bestowing.
Till all our minds for ever flow
As thy deep waters now are flowing.

Vain thought! — yet 1i6 as now thou art,
That in thy waters may be seen
The image of a poet's heart,
How bright, how solemn, how serene!
Such as did once the Poet bless
Who, murmuring here a later diity,
Could find no refuge from distress
But in the milder grief of pity.2

Now let us, as we float along,
For him suspend the dashing oar,
And pray that never child of song
May know that Poet's sorrows more.
Howealml how still I the only sound,
The dripping of the oar suspended!3
The evening darkness gathers round
liy virtue's holiest Powers attended


2 The allusion is to Collins's Ode on the D-nth of Tlamisim, the last-written of the anthor's poems which were published during his life-time. The scene of that Ode is supposed to lie on the Thames, near Richmond.

3 Here, again, Wordsworl n alludes to Collins's Ode:

Remembrance oft shall hannt the shore, When Thames in summer wreaths is drcat j And oft snypend the dashing uar, To bid his gentle spirit rest I"



I Met Louisa in the shade,

And, having seen that lovely Maid,

Why should I fear to say

fhnt, nymph-like, she is fleet and strong,

And down the rocks can leap along

I ike rivulets in May?

She loves her fire, her cottage-home;
Yet o'er the moorlautl will she roam
In weather rough and ldeak;
And, when against the wind she strains,
O, might I kiss the mountain rains
That sparkle on her cheek I

Take all that's mine beneath the Moon,

If I with her bnt half a noon

May sit beneath the walls

Of some old cave, or mossj' nook,

When up she winds aloug the brook

To hunt the waterfalls. [lt*05.

Strange fits of passion have I known;

And I will dare to tell,

Cnt in the Lover's ear alone,

What once to me befell:

When she I loved look'd every day
Fresh as a rose in June,
J to her cottage bent my way,
Beneath an evening Moon.

T'pon the Moon I flx'd my eye,

All over the wide lea;

With quickening pace my horse drew nigh

TIiosu paths so dear to me.

And now we reach'd the orehard-plot;
> nd, as we climb'd the hill,
1 lie emking Moon to Lucy's cot
t.ime near, and nearer still.

In one of those sweet dreams I slept,
Krm Nature's gentlest boon I
And all the while my eyes I kept
Cn the descending Moon.

!"'• horse moved on; hoof after hoof
•^ed, and never stopp'd:
own behind the cottage roof,
the bright Moon dropp'd.

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