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Fresh as the Star that crowns the brow of Morn;
Bright, speckless as a softly-moulded tear
The moment it bas left the Virgin's eye,
Or raio-drop lingering on the pointed Thora.

Perhaps are seated in domestic ring
A gay society with faces bright,
Conversing, reading, laughing ;-or they sing,
While hearts and voices in the song unite.

Tee Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said,
« Bright is thy veil, O Moon, as thou art bright!»
Forthwith, that little Cloud, in ether spread,
And penetrated all with tender light,
She cast away, and shewed her fulgent bead
l'ucovered ;-dazzling the Beholder's sight
As if to vindicate ler beauty's right,
Der beauty thoughtlessly disparaged.
Meanwhile that Veil, removed or thrown aside,
Went, floating from her, darkening as it went;
And a huge Mass, lo bury or to hide,
Approached this glory of the firmament;
Who meekly yields, and is obscured;-content
With one calı triumph of a modest pride.

Mark the concentred Hazels that enclose
Yon old grey Stone, protected from the ray
Of noontide suns:-and even the beams that play
And glance, while wantonly the rough wind blows,
Are seldom free to touch the moss that grows
Upon that roof-amid embowering cloom
The very image framing of a Tomb,
In which some ancient Chieftain finds repose
Among the lonely mountains.—Live, ye Trees!
And Thou, grey Stone, the pensive likeness keep
Of a dark chamber where the Mighty sleep:
For more than Fancy to the influence bends
When solitary Nature condescends
To mimic Time's forlorn humanities.

Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour!

Not dull art Thou as undiscerning Night;
But studioas only to remove from sight

« As the cold aspect of a sunless way Day's mutable distinctions.—Ancient Power!

Strikes through the Traveller's frame with deadlier chill, Thus did the waters gleam, the mountains lower,

Oft as appears a grove, or obvious hill, To the rude Briton, when, in wolf-skin vest

Glistening with unparticipated ray,

Or shining slope where he must never stray; Here roving wild, he laid him down to rest

So joys, remembered without wish or will,
On the bare rock, or through a leafy bower

Sharpen the keenest edge of present ill,
Looked ere his eyes were closed. By him was seen
The self-sa me Vision which we now behold,

On the crushed heart a heavier burthen Jay.

Just Heaven, contract the compass of my mind
Al thy meek bidding, shadowy Power! brought forth;
These mighty barriers, and the gulf between;

To fit proportion with my altered state!
The floods, – the stars,-a spectacle as old

Quench those felicities whose light I find
As the beginning of the heavens and earth!

Reflected in my bosoin all too late!-
O be my spirit, like my thraldom, strait;

And, like mine eyes that stream with sorrow, blind!»
Wity how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the sky,
How silently, and with how wan a face!
Where are thou? Thou whom I have seen on high

Brook! whose society the Poet seeks

Intent his wasted spirits to renew; Running among the clouds a wood-nymph's race!

And whom the curious Painter doth pursue Cohappy Nuns, whose common breath 's a sigh

Through rocky passes, among flowery creeks, Which they would stitle, move at such a pace!

And tracks thee dancing down thy water-breaks ; The northern Wind, to call thee to the chase,

If wish were mine some type of thee to view, Must blow to-oight his bugle horn. Had I

Thee,-and not thee thyself, I would not do The power of Merlin, Goddess! this should be:

Like Grecian Artists, give thee human cheeks, And the kcen Stars, fast as the clouds were riven,

Channels for tears; no Naiad shouldst thou be, Should sally forth, an emulous Company, Sparkling, and hurrying through the clear blue heaven; Have neither limbs, feet, feathers, joints nor hairs;

It seems the Eternal Soul is clothed in thee But, Cyathia! should to thee the palm be given,

With purer robes than those of flesh and blood, Queen both for beauty and for majesty.

And hath bestowed on thee a better good;

Unwearied joy, and life without iis cares.
Even as a dragon's eye that feels the stress
Of a bedimming sleep, or as a lamp
Suddenly claring through sepulchral damp,

COMPOSED ON THE BANKS OF A ROCKY So burns yon Taper mid a black recess

STREAM. of mountains, silent, dreary, motionless:

DOGMATIC Teachers, of the snow-white fur! The Lake below reflects it not; the sky

Ye wrangling Schoolmen, of the scarlet hood! Muffled in clouds affords no company

Who, with a keepness not to be withstood, To miugale and cheer its loncliness.

Press the point home,-or falter and demur, Yet sound the body of that joyless Thing,

Checked in your course by many a icasing burr;
Which sends so far its melancholy light,

These natural council-scats your acrid blood
• From a Sonnet of Sir Philip Sidney.
Might cool;-and, as the Genius of the flood



Stoops willingly lo animate and spur
Each lighter function slumbering in the brain,
Yon eddying balls of foam—these arrowy gleams,
That o'er the pavement of the surging streams
Welter and flash-a synod might detain
With subtle speculations, haply vain,
But surely less so than your far-fetched themes!


OF THE CAVES, ETC. IN YORKSHIRE. Pure element of waters! wheresoc'er Thiou dost forsake thy subterranean haunts, Green herbs, bright flowers, and berry-bearing plants, Rise into life and in thy train appear: And, through the sunny portion of the year, Swift insects shine, thy hovering pursuivants : And, if thy bounty fail, the forest pants; And hart and hind and hunter with his spear, Languishi and droop together. Nor unfelt In man's perturbed soul thy sway benign; And, haply, far within the marble belt Of central earth, where tortured Spirits pine For grace and goodness Jost, thy murmurs melt Their anguish, --and they blend sweet songs

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A weight of awe not easy to be borner
Fell suddenly upon my Spirit-cast
From the dread bosom of the unknown past,
When first I saw that Sisterhood forlorn;
And Her, whose massy strength and stature scorn
The power of years-pre-eminent, and placed
Apart-10 overlook the circle vast.
Speak, Giant-mother! tell it to the Morn
While she dispels the cumbrous shades of night;
Let the Moon hear, emerging from a cloud,
At whose behest uprose on British ground
Thy Progeny; in hieroglyphic round
Forth-shadowing, some have deemed, the infinite,
The inviolable God, that tames the proud'

MALHAM COVE. Was the aim frustrated by force or guile, When giants scooped from out the rocky ground -Tier under tier—this semicirque profound? (Giants-the same who built in Erin's isle That causeway with incomparable toil!) O, had this vast theatric structure wound With finished sweep into a perfect round, No mighier work had gained the plausive smile Of all-beholding Phæbus! Bul, alas, Vain carth!-false world!- Foundations must be laid In Heavco; for, mid the wreck of is and was, Things incomplete and purposes betrayed Make sadder transits o'er truth's mystic glass Than noblest objects utterly decayed.


HAMILTON HILLS, YORKSHIRE. Dark and more dark the shades of evening fell; The wished-for point was reached, but late the hour; And little could be gained from all that dower Of prospect, whereof many thousaods tell. Yet did the glowing west in all its power Salute us;—There stood Indian Citadel, Temple of Greece, and Minster with its tower Substantially expressed--a place for Bell Or Clock to toll from. Many a tempting Isle, With Groves that never were imagined, lay Mid Seas how steadfast! objects all for the eye Of silent rapture; but we felt the while We should forget them; they are of the sky, And from our earthly memory fade away.

GORDALE. Ar enrly dawn, or rather when the air Glimmers with fading light, and shadowy Eve Is busiest to confer and to bereave, Then, pensive Votary! let thy fect repair To Gordale-chasm, terrific as the lair Where the


lions couch;- for so, by leave Of the propitious hour, thou mayst perceive The local Deily, witli oozy hair And mineral crowa, beside his jagged urn llecombent: lim thou mayst behold, who hides flis lincaments by day, yet there presides, Tuching the docile waters how to turn; Or if need be, impediment to puro, And force their passage to the salt-sea tides !

they are of the sky, And from our eartbly memory fade away." Tuese words were uttered as in pensive mood We turned, departing from that solemn sight: A contrast and reproach to gross delight, And life's upspiritual pleasures daily wooed! But now upon this thought I cannot brood; It is unstable as a dream of night; Nor will I praise a Cloud, however bright, Disparaging Man's gifts, and proper food. Grove, Isle, with every shape of sky-built dome, Though clad in colours beautiful and pure, Find in the heart of man no natural home: The immortal Mind craves objects that endure: These cleave to it; from these it cannot roam, Nor they from it: their fellowship is secure.

'The Daughters of Long Meg, placed in a perfect cirde, ei bry yards in diameter, are seventy-two in number, and from more ibau Three yards above ground, to less than so many feet: a little kar out of the circle stands Long Meg berself, a single Stone, esclatera feet high. When the Author first saw ibis Monument, as he came upon it by surprise, he might overrate its importance as an ob ject; but, though it will not bear a comparison with Stone bes, e, he must say, be has not seen any other Relique of those dark and which can pretend to riral it in singularity and dignity of appear

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Mid those surrounding worthics, haughty King!

We rather think, with grateful mind sedate,
SEPT. 3, 1893.

How Providence educeth, from the spring
Earta has not any thing to show more fair :

Of lawless will, unlooked-for streams of good,
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by

Which neither force shall check, nor time abate.
A sight so touching in its majesty :
This City now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,

Stups, towers, dones, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fichels, and to the sky;

WARD of the Law! -dread Shadow of a King ! All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

Whose Realm had dwindled to one stately room; Never did sun more beautifully steep

Whose universe was gloom immersed in gloom, In his first splendour valley, rock, or bill;

Darkness as thick as Life o'er Life could fling, Neer saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!

Save haply for some feeble climmering The river glideth at his own sweet will:

Of Faith and lope; if thou, by nature's doom, Dear God: tbe very houses seem asleep;

Gently hast sunk into the quiet lomb,
And all that mighty heart is lying still!

Why should we bend in grief, to sorrow cling,
When thankfulness were best!- Fresh-llowing tears,

Or, where tears flow not, sich succeeding sigh,
OXFORD, MAY 30, 1820.

Yield to such after-thought the sole reply

Which justly it can claim. The Nation hears Y& sacred Nurseries of blooming Youth!

To this deep knell — silent for threescore years, la whose collegiate shelter England's Flowers

An unexampled voice of awful memory!
Expand-enjoying through their vernal hours
The air of liberty, the light of Truth;
Much have ye suffered from Time's goawing tooth,

JONE, 1820.
Yes, O ye Spires of Oxford ! Domes aod Towers !
Gardens and Groves ! your presence overpowers

Fame tells of Groves-from England far away'-
The soberbess of Reason ; ull, in sooth,

Groves that inspire the Nightingale to trill Transformed, and rushing on a bold exchange,

And modulate, with subtle reach of skill I slighe my own beloved Cam, to range

Elsewhere unmatched, her ever-varying lay; Where silver Isis leads my stripling feet;

Such bold report I venture to gainsay: Pace the long avenue, or glide adown

For I have heard the choir of Richmond-hill The stream-like windings of that glorious street,

Chanting, with indefatigable bill, - An eager Novice robed in fluttering gown!

Strains, that recalled to mind a distant day;
When, haply under shade of that same wood,

And scarcely conscious of the dashing oars
OXFORD, MAY 30, 1820.

Plied steadily between those willowy shores,

The sweet-souled Poet of the Seasons stoodSume on this faithless heart! that could allow

Listening, and listening long, in rapturous mood,
Such transport-though but for a moment's space; Ye heavenly Birds! to your Progenitors.
Not wbile-10 aid the spirit of the place-
The crescent moon clove with ils glittering prow
The clouds, or night-bird sang from shady bough,

But in plain daylight:-She too, at my side,
Who, with her heart's experience satisfied,

Where holy ground begins, unhallowed ends,
Maintains inviolate its slightest vow!

Is marked by no distinguishable line; Sweet Fancy! other gifts must I receive;

The turf unites, the pathways intertwine ; Proofs of a higher sovereignty I claim;

And, wheresoe'er the stealing footstep tends, Take from her brow the withering flowers of eve,

Garden, and that Domain where Kindred, Friends, And to that brow Life's morning wreath restore : And Neighbours rest together, here confound Let her be comprehended in the frame

Their several features, mingled like the sound
Of these illusions, or they please no more.

Of many waters, or as evening blends
With shady night. Soft airs, from shrub and flower,

Waft fragrant greetings to each silent grave;
RECOLLECTION OF THE PORTRAIT OF KING And while those lofty Poplars gently wave

Their tops, between them comes and goes a sky

Bright as the glimpses of Eternity,
Tux imperial Stature, the colossal stride,

To Saints accorded in their mortal hour.
Are yet before me; yet do I behold
The broad full visage, chest of amplest mould,
The vestments broidered with barbaric pride:

COMPOSED AMONG THE RUINS OF A CASTLE Aod lo! a poniard, at the Monarch's side,

Hangs ready to be grasped in sympatby
With the keen threatenings of that fulgent eye,

ThrougI shattered galleries, 'mid roofless balls,
Below the white-rimmed bonnet, far descried.

Wandering with timid footstep oft betrayed, Who trembles now at try capricious mood !

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The Stranger sighs, nor scruples to upbraid

Seen the Seven WHISTLERS in their nightly rounds, Old Time, though He, gentlest among the Thralls And counted them : and oftentimes will startOf Destiny, upon these wounds hath laid

For overhead are sweeping GABRIEL'S HOUNDS, His lenient touches, soft as light that falls,

Doomed, with their impious Lord, the flying Hart From the wan Moon, upon the Towers and Walls, To chase for ever, on aërial grounds! Light deepening the profoundest sleep of shade. Relic of Kings! Wreck of forgotten Wars, To winds abandoned and the prying Stars,

Strange visitation! at Jemima's lip Time loves Thee! at his call the Seasons twine

Thus thadst thou pecked, wild Redbreast! Love mighi Luxuriant wreaths around thy forehead hoar;

And, though past pomp no changes can restore, A half-blown rose had tempted thee to sip
A soothing recompense, his gift, is Thine!

Its glistening dews; but hallowed is the clay
Which the Muse warms; and I, whose head is grey,

Am not unworthy of thy fellowship ;
TO THE LADY E. B. AND THE HON. MISS P. Nor could I let one thought-one motion-slip

That might thy sylvan confidence betray.

For are we not all His, without whose care

Vouchsafed, no sparrow falleth to the ground !
A STREAM, to mingle with your favourite Dee, Who gives his Angels wings to speed through air,
Along the VALE OF MEDITATION flows;'

And rolls the planets through the blue profound; So styled by those fierce Britons, pleased to see Then peck or percb, food Flutterer! nor for bear lo Nature's face the expression of repose ;

To trust a Poet in still vision bound.
Or haply there some pious Hermic chose
To live and die, the peace of Heaven his aim
To whom the wild sequestered region owes,

When Philoctetes in the Lemnian Isle
At this late day, its sanctifying name.
GLYN CAFAILLGAROCH, in the Cambrian tongue,

Lay couched ;-upon that breathless Monument,

On him, or on his fearful bow unbent, In ours the Vale of Friendship, let this spot

Some wild Bird oft might setile, and beguile Be named; where, faithful to a low-roofed Cot,

The rigid features of a transient smile, On Deva's banks, ye have abode so long ;

Disperse the tear, or to the sigh give vent, Sisters in love-a love allowed to climb,

Slackening the pains of ruthless banishment
Even on this Earth, above the reach of Time !

From home affections, and heroic toil.
Nor doubt that spiritual Creatures round us more,

Griefs to allay that Reason cannot heal ;
TO THE TORRENT AT THE DEVIL'S BRIDGE, And very Reptiles have sufficed to prove

To fettered Wretchedness, that no Bastile How art thou named ? In search of wliat strange land

Is deep enough to exclude the light of love, From what huge height, descending? Can such force

Though Man for Brother Man has ceased to feel. Of waters issue from a British source, Or hath not Pindus fed Thee, where the band Of Patriots scoop their freedom out, with hand While they, her Playmates once, light-hearted tread Desperate as thine? Or come the incessant shocks The mountain turf and river's flowery marge; From that young Stream, that smites the throbbing rocks or float with music in the festal barge; Of Viamala ? There I seem to stand,

Rein the proud steed, or through the dance are led; As in Life's Morn; permitted to behold,

Is Anna doomed to press a weary bed
From the dread chasm, woods climbing above woods Till oft her guardian Angel, to some Charge
In pomp that fades not, everlasting snows,

More urgent called, will stretch his wings at large, And skies that ne'er relinquish their repose:

And Friends too rarely prop the languid head. Such power possess the Family of floods

Yet Genius is no feeble comforter:
Over the minds of Poets, young or old:

The presence even of a stuffed Owl for her
Can cheat the time; sending her fancy out

To ivied castles and to moonlight skies,
gives to airy nothing

Though he can neither stir a plume, nor shout,
A local babitation and a namo.

Nor veil, with restless film, his staring eyes.
Trough yarrow be that Old Man's cares, and near,
The poor Old Man is greater than he seems :
For he hath waking empire, wide as dreams :

An ample sovereignty of eye and ear.
Rich are his walks with supernatural cheer;

Nor the whole warbling grove in concert heard
The region of his inner spirit teems

When sunshine follows shower, the breast can thrill With vital sounds and monitory gleams

Like the first summons, Cuckoo! of thy bill, Of high astonishment and pleasing fear.

With its twin notes inseparably paired. He the seven birde hath seen, that never part,

The Captive, 'mid damp vaults unsunned, unaired,

Measuring the periods of his lonely doom,
Glyn Myror.

That cry can reach; and to the sick man's room

Sends gladness, by no languid smile declared.

By favouring Nature and a saioily Mind The lordly Eagle-race through hostile search

To something purer and more exquisite May perish; time may come when never more Than flesh and blood; whene'er thou meet'st my sight, The wilderness shall hear the Lion roar;

When I behold thy blanched unwithered cheek, But, long as Cock shall crow from household perch Thy temples fringed with locks of gleaming white, To rouse the dawn, soft gales shall speed thy wing, And head that droops because the soul is meek, And thy erratic voice be faithful to the Spring!

Thee with the welcome Snowdrop I compare;
That Child of Winter, prompting thoughts that climb

From desolation tow'rds the genial prime;


Or with the Moon conquering earth's misty air, UXQUIET Childhood bere by special grace

And filling more and more with crystal light
Forgets her pature, opening like a flower

As pensive Evening deepens into night.
That peither feeds nor wastes its vital power
To painful struggles. Months each other chase,
And nought untunes that infant's voice; a trace
Of fretful temper sullies not her clieek ;

In my mind's eye a Temple, like a cloud
Prompt, lively, self-sufficiog, yet so meek

Slowly surmounting some invidious hill,

Rose out of darkness : the bright Work stood still, That one enrapt with gazing on her face,

And might of its owu beauty have been proud,
Which even the placid innocence of Death

But it was fashioned and to God was vowed
Could scarcely make more placid, Heaven more bright)
Might learn to picture, for the eye of faith,

By virtues that diffused, in every part,
The Virgio, as she shone with kindred light;

Spirit divine through forms of human art :

Faith had her arch-her arch, when winds blow loud, A Narsling couched upon ber Mother's knee,

Into the consciousness of safety thrilled ; Beneath some slady Palm of Galilee.

And Love her towers of dread foundation laid

Uuder the grave of things ; Hope had her spire

Star-high, and pointing still to something higher ; Rotea, my Spiritual Child! this head was grey

Trembling I gazed, but lieard a voice-it said,

Flell-gates are powerless Phantoms when we build.
When at the sacred Font for Thee I stood;
Pledged till thou reach the verge of womanhood,
And shalt become thy own sufficicat stay:
Too late, I feel, sweet Orphan! was the day

For steadfast hope the contract to fulfil;
Yer shall my blessing hover o'er thee still,

Embodied in the music of this Lay,

If these brief Records, by the Muses' art Breathed forth beside the peaceful mountain Stream'

Produced as lonely Nature or the strife Wbose murmur soothed thy languid Mother's ear That animates the scenes of public life After her throes, this Stream of naine more dear

Inspired, may in thy leisure claim a part; Since thou dost bear it,-a memorial theme

And if these Transcripts of the private heart For others; for thy future self a spell

Have gained a sanction from thy falling tears,
To summon fancies out of Time's dark cell.

Then I repent not: but my soul hath fears
Breathed from eternity; for as a dart

Cleaves the blank air, Life flies: now every day

Is but a glimmering spoke in the swift wheel

how beautiful! O Lady bright,

of the revolving week. Away, away, Whose mortal lineaments seem all refined

All fiiful cares, all transitory zeal; 'The River Rotha, that flows into Windermere from the Lakes of So timely Grace the immortal wing may heal, Grasmere and Rydal.

Aod honour rest upon the senseless clay.

Memorials of a Tour in Scotland, 1803.

Into some other region, though less fair, DEPARTURE FROM THE VALE OF GRASMERE. To see how things are made and managed there : AUGUST 1803.

Change for the worse might please, incursion bold

Into the tracts of darkness and of cold; The gentlest Shade that walked Elysian Plains O'er Limbo lake with aëry flight to steer, Might sometimes covet dissoluble chaios;

And on the verge of Chaos hang in fear. Even for the Tenants of the Zone that lies

Such animation often do I find, Beyond the stars, celestial Paradise,

Power in my breast, wings growing in my mind, Netbuks I would heighten joy, to overleap

Then, when some rock or hill is overpast, Au will the crystal battlements, and peop

Perchance without one look behind me cast,

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