WRITTEN UPON A BLANK LEAF IN "THE COMPLETE ANGLER" 1819. 1819 WHILE flowing rivers yield a blameless sport, Shall live the name of Walton: Sage benign! Whose pen, Fairer than life itself, in this sweet Book, Of his full bosom, gladsome Piety! CAPTIVITY - MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS 1819. 1819 "As the cold aspect of a sunless way Strikes through the Traveller's frame with deadlier chill, Oft as appears a grove, or obvious hill, To fit proportion with my altered state! TO A SNOWDROP LONE Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they But hardier far, once more I see thee bend Storms, sallying from the mountain-tops, waylay The rising sun, and on the plains descend; Yet art thou welcome, welcome as a friend Whose zeal outruns his promise! Blueeyed May Shall soon behold this border thickly set With bright jonquils, their odours lavishing On the soft west-wind and his frolic peers; Nor will I then thy modest grace forget, Chaste Snowdrop, venturous harbinger of Spring, And pensive monitor of fleeting years! ON SEEING A TUFT OF SNOWDROPS IN A STORM 1819. 1820 WHEN haughty expectations prostrate lie, And grandeur crouches like a guilty thing, Oft shall the lowly weak, till nature bring Mature release, in fair society Survive, and Fortune's utmost anger try; Like these frail snowdrops that together cling, And nod their helmets, smitten by the wing Of many a furious whirl-blast sweeping by. Observe the faithful flowers! if small to great May lead the thoughts, thus struggling used to stand The Emathian phalanx, nobly obstinate; And so the bright immortal Theban band, Whom onset, fiercely urged at Jove's command, Might overwhelm, but could not separate! I could write a treatise of lamentation upon the changes brought about among the cottages of Westmoreland by the silence of the spinningwheel. During long winter nights and wet days, the wheel upon which wool was spun gave employment to a great part of a family. The old man, however infirm, was able to card the wool, as he sate in the corner by the fireside; and often, when a boy, have I admired the cylinders of carded wool which were softly laid upon each other by his side. Two wheels were often at work on the same floor; and others of the family, chiefly little children, were occupied in teasing and cleaning the wool to fit it for the hand of the carder. So that all, except the smallest infants, were contributing to mutual support. Such was the employment that prevailed in the pastoral vales. Where wool was not at hand, in the small rural towns, the wheel for spinning flax was almost in as constant use, if knitting was not preferred; which latter occupation has the advantage (in some cases disadvantage) that, not being of necessity stationary, it allowed of gossiping about from house to house, which good housewives reckoned an idle thing. GRIEF, thou hast lost an ever-ready friend Now that the cottage Spinning-wheel is mute; And Care a comforter that best could suit Her froward mood, and softliest reprehend; And Love a charmer's voice, that used to lend, More efficaciously than aught that flows From harp or lute, kind influence to compose The throbbing pulse - else troubled without end: Even Joy could tell, Joy craving truce and rest From her own overflow, what power sedate Suggested in front of Rydal Mount, the rocky parapet being the summit of Loughrigg Fell opposite. Not once only, but a hundred times, have the feelings of this Sonnet been awakened by the same objects seen from the same place. I WATCH, and long have watched, with calm regret Yon slowly-sinking star immortal Sire (So might he seem) of all the glittering quire! Blue ether still surrounds him—yet— and yet; But now the horizon's rocky parapet Is reached, where, forfeiting his bright attire, Whose footsteps superstitiously avoid (Above the general roar of woods and crags) Distinctly heard from far - —a doleful note! As if (so Grecian shepherds would have deemed) The Hamadryad, pent within, bewailed Some bitter wrong. Nor is it unbelieved, By ruder fancy, that a troubled ghost Haunts the old trunk; lamenting deeds of which For that from turbulence and heat This, this is holy; - while I hear But list! though winter storms be nigh, There lives Who can provide For all his creatures; and in Him, These choristers confide. 40 20 30 DEPARTING Summer hath assumed No faint and hesitating trill, Nor doth the example fail to cheer Fall, rosy garlands, from my head! Yet will I temperately rejoice; Wide is the range, and free the choice Which, haply, kindred souls may prize For deathless powers to verse belong, But some their function have disclaimed, Not such the initiatory strains Committed to the silent plains In Britain's earliest dawn: 10 Trembled the groves, the stars grew pale, While all-too-daringly the veil Of nature was withdrawn ! Nor such the spirit-stirring note When the live chords Alcæus smote, Inflamed by sense of wrong; Woe! woe to Tyrants! from the lyre And not unhallowed was the page 20 30 40 |