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Beggar— Twilight-sounds, Western Lights When horses in the sunburnt intake* stood,
- Spirits — Night - Moonlight - Hope And vainly eyed below the tempting flood, Night-sounds-Conclusion.
Or tracked the passenger, in mute distress,
With forward neck the closing gate to pressFar from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove Then, while I wandered where the huddling Through bare grey dell, high wood, and pas- rill toral cove;
Brightens with water-breaks the hollow ghyllt Where Derwent rests, and listens to the roar As by enchantment, an obscure retreat That stuns the tremulous cliffs of high Lindore ; Opened at once, and stayed my devious feet. Where peace to Grasmere's lonely island While thick above the rill the branches close, leads,
In rocky basin its wild waves repose, To willowy hedge-rows, and to emerald meads; Inverted shrubs, and moss of gloomy green, Leads to her bridge, rude church, and cottaged Cling from the rocks, with pale wood-weeds grounds,
between; Her rocky sheepwalks, and her woodland
And its own twilight softens the whole scene, bounds;
Save where aloft the subtle sunbeams shine Where, undisturbed by winds, Winander sleeps On withered briars that o'er the crags recline ; 'Mid clustering isles, and holly-sprinkled steeps; Save where, with sparkling foam, a small Where twilight glens endear my Esthwaite's cascade shore,
Illumines, from within, the leafy shade ; And memory of departed pleasures, more. Beyond, along the vista of the brook, Fair scenes, crewhile, I taught, a happy
Where antique roots its bustling course o'erlook,
The eye reposes on a secret bridge child,
grey, half shagged with ivy to its ridge ; The echoes of your rocks my carols wild: The spirit sought not then, in cherished sadness, There, bending o'er the stream, the listless
swain A cloudy substitute for failing gladness. In youth's keen eye the livelong day was bright, Lingers behind
his disappearing wain.
-Did Sabine grace adom my living line, The sun at morning, and the stars at night,
Blandusia's praise, wild stream, should yield to Alke, when first the bittern's hollow bill
thine! Was heard, or woodcocks roamed the moon
Never shall ruthless minister of death light hill.
'Mid thy soft glooms the glittering steel un
sheath; In thoughtless gaiety I coursed the plain, And hope itself was all I knew of pain ;
No goblets shall, for thee, be crowned with For then, the inexperienced heart would beat
flowers, At times, while young Content forsook her No kid with piteous outcry thrill thy bowers;
The mystic shapes that by thy margin rove seat, And wild I'mpatience, pointing upward, showed, A mind, that, in a calm angelic mood
A more benignant sacrifice
approveThrough passes yet unreached, a brighter road.
Of happy wisdom, meditating good, Alas! the idle tale of man is found
Beholds, of all from her high powers required, Depicted in the dial's moral round;
Much done, and much designed, and more Hope'with reflection blends her social rays
desired, To gild the total tablet of his days;
Harmonious thoughts, a soul by truth refined, Yet still, the sport of some malignant power,
Entire affection for all human kind. He knows but from its shade the present hour.
Dear Brook, farewell ! To-morrow's noon But why, ungrateful, dwell on idle pain?
again To show what pleasures yet to me remain,
Shall hide me, wooing long thy wildwood
strain; Say, will my Friend, with unreluctant ear, The history of a poet's evening hear?
But now the sun has gained his western road,
And eve's mild hour invites my steps abroad. When, in the south, the wan noon, brooding
While, near the midway cliff, the silvered kite still, Breathed a pale steam around the glaring hill,
In many a whistling circle wheels her flight;
Slant watery lights, from parting clouds, apace And shades of deep-embattled clouds were
Travel along the precipice's base; seen, Spotting the northern cliffs with lights between; By lichens grey, and scanty moss, o'ergrown;
Cheering its naked waste of scattered stone, When crowding cattle, checked by rails that where scarce the foxglove peeps, or thistle's
make A fence far stretched into the shallow lake, Lashed the cool water with their restless tails,
And restless stone-chat, all day long, is heard. Or from high points of rock looked out for fan- How pleasant, as the sun declines, to view ning gales ;
The spacious landscape change in form and . When school-boys stretched their length upon
hue! the green; And round the broad-spread oak, a glimmering The word intake is local, and signifies a scene,
mountain-inclosure. In the rough fern-clad park, the herded deer + Ghyll is also, I believe, a term confined to Shook the still-twinkling tail and glancing this country: ghyll, and dingle, have the same
Here, vanish, as in mist, before a flood
I love to mark the quarry's moving trains, Of bright obscurity, hill, lawn, and wood; Dwarf panniered steeds, and men, and numerThere, objects, by the searching beams betrayed, ous wains: Come forth, and here retire in purple shade; How busy all the enormous hive within, Even the write stems of birch, the cottage white, While Echo dallies with its various dini Soften their glare before the mellow light; Some (hear you not their chisels' clinking The skiffs, at anchor where with umbrage wide sound?) Yon chestnuts half the latticed boat-house hide, Toil, small as pigmies in the gulf profound; Shed from their sides, that face the sun's slant Some, dim between the lofty cliffs descried, beam,
O’erwalk the slender plank from side to side; Strong flakes of radiance on the tremulous These, by the pale-blue rocks that ceaseless ring,
In airy baskets hanging, work and sing. Raised by yon travelling flock, a dusty cloud Mounts from the road, and spreads its moving Just where a cloud above the mountain rears shroud;
An edge all flame, the broadening sun appears: The shepherd, all involved in wreaths of fire, A long blue bar its ægis orb divides, Now shows a'shadowy speck, and now is lost and breaks the spreading of its golden tides:
And now that orb has touched the purple steep
Whose softened image penetrates the deep. Into a gradual calm the breezes sink, 'Cross the calm lake's
blue shades the cliffs aspire, A blue rim borders all the lake's still brink; With towers and woods, a “prospect allon fire : There doth the twinkling aspen's foliage sleep, While coves and secret hollows, through a ray And insects clothe, like dust, the glassy deep: Of fainter gold, a purple gleam betray. And now, on every side, the surface breaks Each slip of lawn the broken rocks between Into blue spots, and slowly lengthening streaks; Shines in the light with more than earthly green: Here, plots of sparkling water tremble bright Deep yellow beams the scattered stems illume, With thousand thousand twinkling points of Far in the level forest's central gloom : light;
Waving his hat, the shepherd, from the vale, There, waves that, hardly weltering, die away, Directs his winding dog the cliffs to scale, -Tip their smooth ridges with a softer ray; The dog, loud barking, 'mid the glittering rocks, And now the whole wide lake in deep repose Hunts, where his master points, the intercepted Is hushed, and like a burnished mirror glows,
flocks. Save where, along the shady western marge, Where oakso'erhang the road the radiance shoots Coasts, with industrious oar, the charcoal barge. On tawny earth, wild weeds, and twisted roots; Their panniered train a group of potters goad, And all the babbling brooks are liquid gold;
The druid-stones a brightened ring unfold; Winding from side to side up the steep road;
Sunk to a curve, the day-star lessens still, The peasant, from yon cliff of fearful edge Shot, down the headlong path darts with his Gives one bright glance, and drops behind the
hill.* sledge; Bright beams the lonely mountain-horse illume In these secluded vales, if village fame, Feeding 'mid purple heath, “green rings," and Confirmed by hoary hairs, beliefmay claim; broom ;
the hills, as now, retired the light, While the sharp slope the slackened team con- Strange apparitions mocked the shepherd's sight.
founds, Downward the ponderous timber-wain resounds; The form appears of one that spurs his steed In foamy breaks the rill, with' merry song, Midway along the hill with desperate speed; Dashed 'o'er the rough rock, lightly leaps along; Unhurt pursues his lengthened flight, while all From lonesome chapel at the mountain's feet, Attend, at every stretch, his headlong fall. Three humble bells their rustic chime repeat; Anon, appears a brave, a gorgeous show Sounds from the water-side the hammered boat; Of horsemen-shadows moving to and fro; And blasted quarry thunders, heard remote! At intervals imperial banners stream, Even here, amid the sweep of endless woods, The rear through iron brown betrays a sullen
And now the van reflects the solar beam; Blue pomp of lakes, high cliffs, and falling floods,
gleam. Not undelightful are the simplest charms,
While silent stands the admiring crowd below, Found by the grassy door of mountain-farms.
Silent the visionary warriors go, Sweetly ferocious, round his native walks, Winding in ordered pomp their upward way Pride of his sister-wives, the monarch stalks ; Till the last banner of the long array Spur-clad his nervous feet, and firm his tread; Has disappeared, and every trace is fled A crest of purple tops the warrior's head, Of splendour-save the beacon's spiry head Bright sparks his black and rolling eye-ball hurls Tipt with eve's latest gleam of burning red. Afar, his tail he closes and unfurls; On tiptoe reared, he strains his clarion throat,
Now, while the solemn evening shadows sail, Threatened by faintly-answering farms remote:
On slowly-waving pinions, down the vale;. Again with his shrill voice the mountain rings, And, fronting the bright west, yon oak entwines While, flapped with conscious pride, resound Its darkening boughs and leaves, in stronger
'Tis pleasant near the tranquil lake to stray Where, mixed with graceful birch, the som- Where, winding on along some secret bay,
brous pine And yew-tree o'er the silver rocks recline;
# From Thomson.
The swan uplifts his chest, and backward flings No tears can chill them, and no bosom warms, His neck, a varying arch, between his towering Thy breast their death-bed, coffined in thine wings:
arms! The eye that marks the gliding creature sees How graceful pride can be, and how majestic, Sweet are the sounds that mingle from afar,
Heard by calm lakes, as peeps the folding star, While tender cares and mild domestic loves Where the duck dabbles'mid the rustling sedge, With furtive watch pursue her as she moves, And feeding pike starts from the water's edge, The female with a meeker charm succeeds, Or the swan stirs the reeds, his neck and bill And her brown little-ones around her leads, Wetting, that drip upon the water still; Nibbling the water lilies as they pass,
And heron, as resounds the trodden shore, Or playing wanton with the floating grass. Shoots upward, darting his long neck before. She, in a mother's care, her beauty's pride Forgetting, calls the wearied to her side;
Now, with religious awe, the farewell light Alternately they mount her back, and rest
Blends with the solemn colouring of night; Close by her mantling wings' embraces prest.
'Mid groves of clouds that crest the mountain's
brow, Long may they float upon this flood serene; And round the west's proud lodge their shaTheirs be these holms untrodden, still, and green, dows throw, Where leafy shades fence off the blustering gale, Like Una shining on her gloomy way, And breathes in peace the lily of the vale ! The half-seen form of Twilight roams astray; Yon isle, which feels not even the milk-maid's Shedding, through paly loop-holes mild and feet,
small, Yet hears her song, “ by distance made more Gleams that upon the lake's still bosom fall; sweet,
Soft o'er the surface creep those lustres pale Yon isle conceals their home, their hut-like Tracking the motions of the fitful gale. bower;
With restless interchange at once the bright Green water-rushes overspread the floor ; Wins on the shade, the shade upon the light. Long grass and willows form the woven wall, No favoured eye was e'er allowed to gaze And
swings above the roof the poplar tall. On lovelier spectacle in faery days ; Thence issuing often with unwieldy stalk, When gentle Spirits urged-a sportive chase, They crush with broad black feet their flowery Brushing with lucid wands the water's face ; walk;
While music, stealing round the glimmering Or, from the neighbouring water, hear at morn deeps, The hound, the horse's tread, and mellow horn; Charmed the tall circle of the enchanted steeps. Involve their serpent-necks in changeful rings, -The lights are vanished from the watery Rolled wantonly between their slippery wings, plains: Or, starting up with noise and rude delight, No wreck of all the pageantry remains. Force half upon the wave their cumbrous flight. Unheeded night has overcome the vales:
On the dark earth the wearied vision fails ; Fair swan! by all a mother's joys caressed, Haply some wretch has cyed, and called thee The lone black fir, forsakes the faded plain ;
The latest lingerer of the forest train, blessed ;
Last evening sight, the cottage smoke, no more, When with her infants, from some shady seat
Lost in the thickened darkness, glimmers hoar; By the lake's edge, she rose-to face the noon- And, towering from the sullen dark brown mere, tide heat;
Like a black wall, the mountain-steeps appear. Or taught their limbs along the dusty road
- Now o'er the soothed accordant heart we feel A few short steps to totter with their load.
A sympathetic twilight slowly steal,
And ever, as we fondly muse, we find I see her now, denied to lay her head,
The soft gloom deepening on the tranquil mind. On cold blue nights, in hut or straw-built shed, Turn to a silent smile their sleepy cry,
Stay! pensive, sadly-pleasing visions, stay!
Ah no! as fades the vale, they fade away : By pointing to the gliding moon on high.
Yet still the tender, vacant gloom remains ; - When low-hung clouds each star of summer hide,
Still the cold cheek its shuddering tear retains. And fireless are the valleys far and wide,
The bird, who ceased, with fading light, to Where the brook brawls along the public road
thread Dark with bat-haunted ashes stretching broad, Silent the hedge or steamy rivulet's bed, Oft has she taught them on her lap to lay From his grey re-appearing tower shall soon The shining glow-worm ; or, in heedless play, Salute with gladsome note the rising moon, Toss it from hand to hand, disquieted;
While with a hoary light she frosts the ground, While others, not unseen, are free to shed And pours a deeper blue to Æther's bound; Green unmolested light upon
Pleased, as she moves, her pomp of clouds to fold Oh! when the sleety showers her path assail,
In robes of azure, fleecy-white, and gold. And like a torrent roars the headstrong gale ; Above yon eastern hill, where darkness broods No more her breath can thaw their fingers cold, O'er all its vanished dells, and lawns, and woods; Their frozen arms her neck no more can fold; Where but a mass of shade the sight can trace, Weak roof a cowering form two babes to shield, Even now she shows, half-veiled, her lovely And faint the fire a dying heart can yield!
face: Press the sad kiss, fond mother! vainly fears Across the gloomy valley Alings her light, Thy flooded cheek to wet them with its tears; Far to the western slopes with hainlets white,
And gives, where woods the chequered upland. --And let him nurse his fond deceit, strew,
And what if he must die in sorrow! To the green corn of summer, autumn's hue. Who would not cherish dreams so sweet, Thus Hope, first pouring from her blessed Though grief and pain may come to-morrow? horn
1789. Her dawn, far lovelier than the moon's own
REMEMBRANCE OF COLLINS.
COMPOSED UPON THE THAMES NEAR On darling spots remote her tempting smile.
RICHMOND. Even now she decks for me a distant scene, GLIDE gently, thus for ever glide, (For dark and broad the gulf of time between)
0 Thames ! that other bards may see Gilding that cottage with her fondest ray,
As lovely visions by thy side. (Sole bourn, sole wish, sole object of my way;
As now, fair river l come to me. How fair its lawns and sheltering woods appear! O glide, fair stream! for ever so, How sweet its streamlet murmurs in mine ear!)
Thy quiet soul on all bestowing, Where we, my Friend, to happy days shall rise,
Till all our minds for ever flow 'Till our small share of hardly-paining sighs As thy deep waters now are flowing. (For sighs will ever trouble human breath)
Vain thought !-. Yet be as now thou art, Creep hushed into the tranquil breast of death.
That in thy waters may be seen But now the clear bright Moon her zenith The image of a poet's heart, gains,
How bright, how solemn, how serene ! And, rimy without speck, extend tho plains: Such as did once the Poet bless, The deepest cleft the mountain's front displays Who murmuring here a later* ditty, Scarce hides a shadow from her searching rays; Could find no refuge from distress From the dark-blue faint silvery threads divide But in the milder grief of pity. The hills, while gleams below the azure tide ; Time softly treads; throughout the landscape
Now let us, as we float along,
For him suspend the dashing oar; breathes
And pray that never child of song A peace enlivened, not disturbed, by wreaths
May know that Poet's sorrows more. Of charcoal-smoke, that o'er the fallen wood
How calm! how still! the only sound, Steal down the hill, and spread along the flood.
The dripping of the oar suspended ! The song of mountain-streams, unheard by - The evening darkness gathers round day,
By virtue's holiest Powers attended.
TAKEN DURING A PEDESTRIAN TOUR AMONG
TO THE REV. ROBERT JONES,
FELLOW OF ST JOHN'S COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE. The distant forge's swinging thump profound; Or yell, in the deep woods, of lonely hound. DEAR SIR,-However desirous I might have 1787-9.
been of giving you proofs of the high place you hold in my esteem, I should have been cautious
of wounding your delicacy by thus publicly adIV.
dressing you, had not the circumstance of our LINES
having been companions among the Alps
seemed to give this dedication a propriety suffiWRITTEN WHILE SAILING IN A BOAT AT cient to do away any scruples which your moEVENING.
desty might otherwise have suggested. How richly glows the water's breast
In inscribing this little work to you, I conBefore us, tinged with evening hues,
sult my heart. You know well how great is
the difference between two companions lolling While, facing thus the crimson west, The boat her silent course pursues !
in a post-chaise, and two travellers plodding And see how dark the backward stream!
slowly along the road, side by side, each with A little moment past so smiling!
his little knapsack of necessaries upon his
shoulders. How much more of heart betwoen And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam,
the two latter ! Some other loiterers beguiling.
I am happy in being conscious that I shall Such views the youthful Bard allure;
have one reader who will approach the concluBut, heedless of the following gloom,
sion of these few pages with regret. You they He deems their colours shall endure Till peace go with him to the tomb.
* Collins's Ode on the death of Thomson.
must certainly interest, in reminding you of Brisk toil, alternating with ready ease, moments to which you can hardly look back Feeds the clear current of his sympathies. without a pleasure not the less dear from a For him sod-seats the cottage-door adorn; shade of melancholy. You will meet with few And peeps the far-off spire, his evening bourn ! images without recollecting the spot where we Dear is the forest frowning o'er his head, observed them together ; consequently, what. And dear the velvet green-sward to his tread: ever is feeble in my design, or spiritless in my Moves there a cloud o'er mid-day's flaming eye? colouring, will be amply supplied by your own Upward he looks—and calls it luxury: memory.
Kind Nature's charities his steps attend ; With still greater propriety I might have In every babbling brook he finds a friend; inscribed to you a description of some of the While chastening thoughts of sweetest use, features of your native mountains, through bestowed which we have wandered together, in the same By wisdom, moralise his pensive road. manner, with so much pleasure. But the sea- Host of his welcome inn, the noon-tide bower, sunsets, which give such splendour to the vale To his spare meal he calls the passing poor; of Clwyd, Snowdon, the chair of Idris, the He views the sun uplift his golden fire, quiet village of Bethgelert, Menai and her Or sink, with heart alive like Memnon's lyre; Druids, the Alpine steeps of the Conway, and Blesses the moon that comes with kindly ray, the still more interesting windings of the wizard To light him shaken by his rugged way. stream of the Dee, remain yet untouched. Back from his sight no bashful children steal ; Apprehensive that my pencil may never be He sits a brother at the cottage-meal; exercised on these subjects, I cannot let slip His humble looks no shy restraint impart; this opportunity of thus publicly assuring you Around him plays at will the virgin heart. with how inuch affection and esteem
While unsuspended wheels the village dance, I am, dear Sir,
The maidens eye him with enquiring glance, Most sincerely yours,
Much wondering by what fit of crazing care, W. WORDSWORTH. Or desperate love, bewildered, he came there. Londor, 1793.
A hope, that prudence could not then
That clung to Nature with a truant's love, Happiness (if she had been to be found on O'er Gallia's wastes of corn my footsteps led;
earth) among the charms of Nature-Plea. Her files of road-elms, high above my head sures of the pedestrian Traveller-Author In long-drawn vista, rustling in the breeze ; crosses France to the Alps-Present state of Or where her pathways straggle as they please the Grande Chartreuse --Lake of Como- By lonely farms and secret villages. Time, Sunset-Same Scene, Twilight-Same But lo! the Alps, ascending white in air, Scene, Morning; its voluptuous Character; / Toy with the sun and glitter from afar. Old man and forest-cottage music, River Tusa - Via Mala and Grison Gipsy-Sckel- And now, emerging from the forest's gloom, lenen-thal-Lake of Uri-Stormy sunset
I greet thee, Chartreuse, while I mourn thy
doom. Chapel of William Tell-Force of local emotion - Chamois-chaser-View of the higher Whither is fled that Power whose frown severe Alps--manner of life of a Swiss mountaineer, Awed sober Reason till she crouched in fear? interspersed with views of the higher Alps-2 | That Silence, once in deathlike fetters bound, Golden age of the Alps-Life and views con
Chains that were loosened only by the sound tinued-- Ranz des Vaches, famous Swiss Air Of holy rites chanted in measured round? Abbey of Einsiedlen and its pilgrims--The voice of blasphemy the fane alarms, Valley of Chamouny-Mont Blanc-Slavery The cloister startles at the gleam of arms. of Savoy-Influence of liberty on cottage
The thundering tube the aged angler hears, happiness-France-Wish for the Extirpa- | Bent o'er the groaning flood that sweeps away
his tears. tion of Slavery-Conclusion.
Cloud-piercing pine-trees nod their troubled Were there, below, a spot of holy ground
heads, Where from distress a refuge might be found,
Spires, rocks, and lawns a browner night And solitude prepare the soul for heaven;
o'erspreads; Sure, nature's God that spot to man had given Strong terror checks the female peasant's sighs, Where falls the purple morning far and wide
And start the astonished shades at female eyes. In flakes of light upon the mountain side ;
From Bruno's forest screams the affrighted jay, Where with loud voice the power of water
And slow the insulted eagle wheels away. shakes
A viewless flight of laughing Demons mock The leafy wood, or sleeps in quiet lakes.
The Cross, by angels planted * on the aërial
rock. Yet not unrecompensed the man shall roam, The "parting Genius” sighs with hollow breath Who at the call of summer quits his home, Along the mystic streams of Life and Death. t And plods through some wide realm o'er vale Swelling the outcry dull, that long resounds and height,
Portentous through her old woods' trackless Though seeking only holiday delight;
bounds, At least, not owning to himself an aim To which the sage would give a prouder name. Alluding to crosses seen on the tops of the No gains too cheaply earned his fancy cloy, spiry rocks of Chartreuse. Though every passing zephyr whispers joy ; + Names of rivers at the Chartreuse.