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1802

Pause, Traveller! whosoe'er thou be, 451
Pelion and Ossa flourish side by side, 216
People! your chains are severing link by link, 272, 303
Perhaps some needful service of the State, 458
Pleasures newly found are sweet, 140

Portentous change when History can appear, 273
Praised be the Art whose subtle power could stay, 217
Praised be the Rivers, from their mountain springs, 356
Prejudged by foes determined not to spare, 362
Presentiments! they judge not right, 417
Prompt transformation works the novel Lore, 351
Proud were ye, Mountains, when in times of old, 236
Pure element of waters! wheresoe'er, 226

Queen of the Stars!-so gentle, so benign, 430
Ranging the heights of Scawfell or Black-comb, 309
Rapt above earth by power of one fair face, 325
Realms quake by turns: proud Arbitress of grace, 354
Record we too, with just and faithful pen, 355
Redoubted King, of courage leonine, 354
Reluctant call it was; the rite delayed, 272
Rest, rest, perturbed Earth, 465

Return, Content! for fondly I pursued, 298
Rise!-they have risen: of brave Aneurin ask, 349
Rotha, my Spiritual Child! this head was grey, 230
Rude is this Edifice, and Thou hast seen, 450
Sacred Religion! Mother of form and fear, 296

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Take, cradled Nursling of the mountain, take, 284
Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense, 369

Tell me, ye Zephyrs! that unfold, 144
Tenderly do we feel by Nature's law, 275
Thanks for the lessons of this Spot-fit school, 312
That happy gleam of vernal eyes, 410

That heresies should strike (if truth be scanned, 349
That is work of waste and ruin, 73
That way look, my Infant, lo, 143

The Baptist might have been ordained to cry, 325
The Bard-whose soul is meek as dawning day, 265
The captive Bird was gone; - to cliff or moor, 311
The cattle crowding round this beverage clear, 308
The cock is crowing, 171

The Crescent-moon, the Star of Love, 429
The Danish Conqueror on his royal chair, 413
The days are cold, the nights are long, 102
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink, 78
The embowering rose, the acacia, and the pine, 449

Sad thoughts, avaunt !—partake we their blithe cheer, 297 The encircling ground in native turf arrayed, 369
Said Secrecy to Cowardice and Fraud, 273

Say, what is Honour?-'T is the finest sense, 260
Say, ye far-travelled clouds, far-seeing hills, 302
Scattering, like birds escaped the fowler's net, 360
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic you have frowned, 223
Screams round the Arch-druid's brow the sea-mew-
white, 348

Seek who will delight in fable, 84

See the condemned alone within his cell, 277

See what gay wild flowers deck this earth-built Cot, 304
See, where his difficult way that Old Man wins, 326
Serving no haughty Muse, my hands have here, 237
Seven Daughters had Lord Archibald, 146
Shade of Caractacus, if spirits love, 272

1799

Shame on this faithless heart! that could allow, 228
She dwelt among the untrodden ways, 96
She was a Phantom of delight, 166
Show me the noblest Youth of present time, 177
Shout, for a mighty Victory is won, 257
Shun not this Rite, neglected, yea abhorred, 367
Since risen from ocean, ocean to defy, 311
Six months to six years added he remained, 460
Six thousand veterans practised in war's game, 245
Small service is true service while it lasts, 437
Smile of the Moon!-for so I name, 99

So fair, so sweet, withal so sensitive, 403
Soft as a cloud is you blue Ridge-the Mere, 427
Sole listener, Duddon! to the breeze that played, 294
Soon did the Almighty giver of all rest, 436
Spade! with which Wilkinson hath tilled his lands, 396
Stay, bold Adventurer; rest awhile thy limbs, 450
Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, 419

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Stay near me do not take thy flight, 73
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God, 425
Strange fits of passion have I known, 96
Stranger! this hillock of mis-shapen stones, 450
Strange visitation! at Jemima's lip, 229
Stretched on the dying Mother's lap, lies dead, 314

1799

314

The fairest, brightest hues of ether fade, 216
The feudal Keep, the bastions of Cohorn, 309
The fields which with covetous spirit we sold, 101
The floods are roused, and will not soon be weary,
The forest huge of ancient Caledon, 305
The formal World relaxes her cold chain, 277
The gallant Youth, who may have gained, 300
The gentlest Poet, with free thoughts endowed, 192
The gentlest Shade that walked Elysian plains, 237
The God of Love-ah benedicite! 443
The imperial consort of the Fairy-king, 218
The imperial Stature, the colossal stride, 228
The Kirk of Ulpha to the Pilgrim's eye, 299
The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor, 184
The Land we from our fathers had in trust, 259
The leaves that rustled on this oak-crowned hill, 427
The linnet's warble, sinking towards a close, 426
-The little hedge-row birds, 456

The lovely Nun (submissive, but more meek, 358
The Lovers took within this ancient grove, 313
The martial courage of a day is vain, 260
The massy Ways, carried across these heights, 452
The Minstrels played their Christmas tune, 293
The most alluring clouds that mount the sky, 233
The old inventive Poets, had they seen, 297
The oppression of the tumult-wrath and scorn, 350
The peace which others seek they find, 97
The pibroch's note, discountenanced or mute, 302
The post-boy drove with fierce career, 75
The Power of Armies is a visible thing, 263
The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed, 220
There are no colours in the fairest sky, 364
There is a bondage worse, far worse, to bear, 256
There is a change- and I am poor, 98
There is a Flower, the lesser Celandine, 456
There is a little unpretending Rill, 216

There is an Eminence, of these our hills, 132

There is a pleasure in poetic pains, 225

There is a Thorn-it looks so old, 182

There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, 164
There never breathed a man who, when his life, 458
There! said a Stripling, pointing with meek pride, 313
There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald
Shore, 77

There's more in words than I can teach, 126

There's not a nook within this solemn Pass, 302
There's something in a flying horse, 195

1799 There was a Boy: ye knew him well, ye cliffs, 163
There was a roaring in the wind all night, 180

There was a time when meadow, grove and stream, 470
The Roman Consul doomed his sons to die, 275
The Sabbath bells renew the inviting peal, 367
The saintly Youth has ceased to rule, discrowned, 360
These had given earliest notice, as the lark, 356
These times strike monied worldlings with dismay, 256
These Tourists, Heaven preserve us! needs must live, 87
These words were uttered as in pensive mood, 227
The Sheep-boy whistled loud, and lo! 462
The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said, 225
-The sky is overcast, 164

The soaring lark is blest as proud, 189
The Spirit of Antiquity-enshrined, 278

The stars are mansions built by Nature's hand, 224
The struggling Rill insensibly is grown, 295
182 The sun has long been set, 428

The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest, 428
The Sun, that seemed so mildly to retire, 427
The sylvan slopes with corn-clad fields, 414
The tears of man in various measure gush, 359
The Troop will be impatient; let us hie, 45

Through shattered galleries, 'mid roofless halls, 229
Thus all things lead to Charity, secured. 368
Thus is the storm abated by the craft, 357
Thy functions are ethereal, 213

'Tis eight o'clock, a clear March night, 110
'Tis gone with old belief and dream, 415
'Tis he whose yester-evening's high disdain, 234
'Tis not for the unfeeling, the falsely refined, 455
'Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold, 278
'Tis said, that some have died for love, 97
'Tis said that to the brow of yon fair hill, 231

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'Tis spent this burning day of June, 154
To a good Man of most dear memory, 467

To appease the Gods; or public thanks to yield, 287
To barren heath, bleak moor, and quaking fen, 249
To kneeling Worshippers, no earthly floor, 367
Too frail to keep the lofty vow, 238

To public notice, with reluctance strong, 463
Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men, 254
Tracts let me follow far from human kind, 281
Tradition, be thou mute! Oblivion, throw, 303
Tranquillity! the sovereign aim wert thou, 314
Troubled long with warring notions, 451

True is it that Ambrosio Salinero, 459

'Twas Summer and the sun had mounted high, 553
Two Voices are there; one is of the sea, 255

Under the shadow of a stately Pile, 325
Ungrateful Country, if thou e'er forget, 363
Unless to Peter's Chair the viewless wind. 355
Unquiet childhood here by special grace, 230
Untouched through all severity of cold, 231

The turbaned Race are poured in thickening swarms, 354 Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away, 102

The unremitting voice of nightly streams, 409
The valley rings with mirth and joy, 79
The Vested Priest before the Altar stands, 366
The Virgin Mountain, wearing like a Queen, 361
The Voice of Song, from distant lands shall call, 254
The wind is now thy organist; -a clank, 302
The woman-hearted Confessor prepares, 353
The world forsaken, all its busy cares, 324
The world is too much with us late and soon, 221
They called Thee Merry England, in old time, 307
They dreamt not of a perishable home, 370
The Young-ones gathered in from hill and dale, 366
They seek, are sought; to daily battle led, 263
They who have seen the noble Roman's scorn, 322
This Height a ministering Angel might select, 165
This Land of Rainbows (spanning glens whose walls, 302
This Lawn, a carpet all alive, 402

This Spot-at once unfolding sight so fair, 275
Those breathing Tokens of our kind regard, 189
Those old credulities, to nature dear, 322
Those silver clouds collected round the sun, 171
Though I beheld at first with blank surprise, 234
Though joy attend Thee orient at the birth, 304
Though many suns have risen and set, 407
Though narrow be that old Man's cares, and near, 229
Tho' searching damps and many an envious flaw, 285
Though the bold wings of Poesy affect 233
Though the torrents from their fountains, 146
Though to give timely warning and deter, 276
Thou look'st upon me, and dost fondly think, 308
Thou sacred Pile! whose turrets rise, 283
Threats come which no submission may assuage, 358
17 Three years she grew in sun and shower, 166
Throned in the Sun's descending car, 428

Up to the throne of God is borne, 410

Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books, 393
Up with me! up with me into the clouds, 145
Urged by Ambition, who with subtlest skill, 353
Uttered by whom, or how inspired-designed, 20
Vallombrosa! I longed in thy shadiest wood, 287
Vallombrosa-I longed in thy shadiest wood, 325
Vanguard of Liberty, ye men of Kent, 256

Wait, prithee, wait! this answer Lesbia threw, 233
Wanderer! that stoop'st so low, and com'st so near,
Wansfell! this Household has a favoured lot, 236
Ward of the Law!-dread Shadow of a King,
Was it to disenchant, and to undo, 279
Was the aim frustrated by force or guile, 226
Watch, and be firm! for, soul-subduing vice, 349
Weak is the will of Man, his judgment blind. 180
We can endure that He should waste our lands, 262
Weep not, beloved Friends! nor let the air, 459
We have not passed into a doleful City, 313
Well have yon Railway Labourers to THIS ground, 237
Well sang the Bard who called the grave, in strains, 309
Well worthy to be magnified are they, 364
Were there, below, a spot of holy ground, 29
We saw, but surely, in the motley crowd, 312.
We talked with open heart, and tongue, 401.
We walked along, while bright and red, 401.
What aim had they, the Pair of Monks, in size, 325
What aspect bore the Man who roved or fled, 293.
What awful perspective! while from our sight, 369.
What beast in wilderness or cultured field, 357.
What beast of chase hath broken from the cover.
What crowd is this? what have we here! we must mOR
pass it by, 170.

What heavenly smiles! O Lady mine, 98.

What He who, 'mid the kindred throng, 250.
What if our numbers barely could defy, 272.
What is good for a bootless bene, 412.
What know we of the Blest above, 281.

What lovelier home could gentle Fancy choose, 279.
What mischief cleaves to unsubdued regret, 429.
What need of clamorous bells, or ribands gay, 219.
What strong allurement draws, what spirit guides, 235
What though the accused, upon his own appeal, 422
What though the Italian pencil wrought not here, 282
What way does the Wind come? What way does he go, 74
What, you are stepping westward? - Yea, 241
When Alpine Vales threw forth a suppliant cry, 363
Whence that low voice?-A whisper from the heart, 297
When, far and wide, swift as the beams of morn, 258
When first descending from the moorlands, 468
When haughty expectations prostrate lie, 224
When here with Carthage Rome to conflict came, 323
When human touch (as monkish books attest), 232
When I have borne in memory what has tamed, 255
When in the antique age of bow and spear, 412
When, looking on the present face of things, 256
When Philoctetes in the Lemnian isle, 229
When Ruth was left half desolate, 173
When the Brothers reached the gateway, 167

When the soft hand of sleep had closed the latch, 265
When, to the attractions of the busy world, 133
Where are they now, those wanton Boys, 172
Where art thou, my beloved Son, 101
Where be the noisy followers of the game, 290
Where be the temples which, in Britain's Isle, 91
Where holy ground begins, unhallowed ends. 228
Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must go, 220
Where lies the truth? has Man in wisdom's creed, 431
Where long and deeply hath been fixed the root, 371
Where towers are crushed, and unforbidden weeds, 327
Where will they stop those breathing Powers, 407
While they who once were Anna's playmates tread, 230
While beams of orient light shoot wide and high, 236
While flowing rivers yield a blameless sport, 218
While from the purpling east departs, 406
While Merlin paced the Cornish sands, 206
While not a leaf seems faded; while the fields, 223
While poring Antiquarians search the ground, 231
While the Poor gather round till the end of time, 305
Who but hails the sight with pleasure, 149
Who but is pleased to watch the moon on high, 430
Who comes with rapture greeted, and caressed, 362
Who fancied what a pretty sight, 146
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he, 394
Who ponders National events shall find, 273
Who rashly strove thy Image to portray, 394

Who rises on the banks of Seine, 257

Who swerves from innocence, who makes divorce, 298
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant, 232
Why cast ye back upon the Gallic shore, 289
Why, Minstrel, these untuneful murmurings, 217
Why should the Enthusiast, journeying thro' this Isle, 307
Why should we weep or mourn, Angelic boy, 469
Why sleeps the future, as a snake enrolled, 370
Why stand we gazing on the sparkling Brine, 310
Why, William, on that old grey stone, 393
Wings have we-and as far as we can go, 222
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe, 80
With copious eulogy in prose or rhyme, 466
With each recurrence of this glorious morn, 218
With earnest look, to every voyager, 313

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the sky,
Within her gilded cage confined, 139
Within our happy Castle there dwelt One, 95
Within the mind strong fancies work, 191
With little here to do or see, 145

225

With sacrifice before the rising morn, 175
With Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh, 221
Woe to the Crown that doth the Cowl obey, 353
Woe to you, Prelates! rioting in ease, 357
Woman! the Power who left his throne on high, 367
Wouldst thou be taught when sleep has taken flight, 192
Would that our scrupulous sires had dared to leave, 363

Ye Apennines! with all your fertile vales, 318
Ye brood of conscience-Spectres! that frequent, 276
Ye Lime-trees, ranged before this hallowed Urn, 449
Ye sacred Nurseries of blooming Youth, 228
Ye shadowy Beings that have rights and claims, 312
Yes! hope may with my strong desire keep pace, 219
Yes, if the intensities of hope and fear, 365
Yes, it was the mountain Echo, 188
Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye, 216
Yes! thou art fair, yet be not moved, 98
Yes, though he well may tremble at the sound, 277
Ye Storms, resound the praises of your King, 264
Yet are they here the same unbroken knot, 171
Yet life you say is life; we have seen and see, 221
Yet more round many a Convent's blazing fire, 357
Yet some Novitiates of the cloistral shade, 358
Ye, too, must fly before a chasing hand, 358
Ye trees! whose slender roots entwine, 326
Yet Truth is keenly sought for, and the wind, 363
Yet, yet, Biscayans! we must meet our Foes, 262
Ye vales and hills whose beauty hither drew, 469
You call it, "Love lies bleeding,"—so you may, 151
You have heard a Spanish Lady, 107

YOUNG ENGLAND what is then become of Old, 275

1824

THE END.

PUBLISHED, MAY, 1851.

Memoirs

OF

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH,

POET-LAUREATE, D. C. L.

BY

CHRISTOPHER WORDSWORTH, D.D.,

CANON OF WESTMINSTER.

In Two Volumes.

EDITED BY

HENRY REED.

TICKNOR & CO.,

WASHINGTON STREET, BOSTON.

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