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And, while with all a mother's love
She from the lofty rocks above
Sent forth a cry forlorn,
The Lamb, still swimming round and round,
Made answer to that plaintive sound.



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When he had learnt what thing it was, That sent this rueful cry;

;I ween, The Boy recoverid heart, and told The sight which he had seen. Both gladly now deferr'd their task; Nor was there wanting other aidA Poel, one wlio loves the brooks Far better than the sages' books, By chance had thither stray'd; And there the helpless Lamb he found By those huge rocks encompass d round.

Wisdom and Spirit of the Universe!
Thou soul, that are the Eternity of thought!
And givesi to forms and images a breath
And everlasting motion! not in vain,
Dy day or star-light, thus from my first dawn
Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me
The passions that build up our human soul;
Not with the mean and vulgar works of Man,-
But with ligh objects, with enduring things,
With life and nature; purifying thus
The elements of feeling and of thought,
And sanctifying by such discipline
Botlı pain and fear,-unul we recognise
A grandeur in the beatings of the heart.

He drew it gently from the pool,
And brought it forth into the light :
The Shepherds met him with his charge,
An unexpected sight!
loto their arms the Lamb they took,
Said they, « He's neither maim'd nor scarr'd.»
Thep up the steep ascent they hied,
And placed him at his Mother's side;
And gently did the Bard
Those idle Shepherd-boys upbraid,
And bade them heller mind their trade.

Nor was this fellowship vouchsafed to me
With stinted kindness. In November days,
When vapours rolling down the valleys made
A lonely scene more lonesome; among woods
At noon; and mid the calm of summer nights,
When, by the margin of the trembling Lake,
Beneath the gloomy bills, I homeward went
In solitude, such intercourse was mine :
'T was mine among the ficlds both day and night,
And by the waters, all the summer long.

TO H. C. SIX YEARS OLD. O THOU! whose fancies from afar are brought; Who of thy words dost make a mock apparel, And fittest to unutterable thought Tise breeze-like motion and the self-born carol; Thou faery Voyager! that dost float In such clear water, that thy Boat May rather seem To brood on air than on an earthly stream; Suspended in a stream as clear as sky Where earth and heaven do make one imagery! o blessed Vision! happy Child ! That art so exquisitely wild, I think of thee with many fears For what may be thy loc in future years.

And in the frosty season, when the sun
Was set, and, visible for many a mile,
The cottage windows through the twilight blazed,
I heeded not the summons :

5:- happy time
It was indeed for all of us ; for me
It was a time of rapture !--Clear and loud
The village clock tolld six-1 wheel'd about,
Proud and cxulting like an untired horse
That cares not for his home.-All shod with steel
We hiss'd along the polish'd ice, in games
Confederate, imitative of the Chase
And woodland pleasures,-the resounding horn,
The Pack loud-bellowing, and the hunted hare.
So through the darkness and the cold we flew,
And not a voice was idle : with the din
Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud;
The leafless trees and every icy crag
Tinkled like iron; while the distant hills
Into the tumult sent an alien sound
Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars,
Eastward, were sparkling clear, and in the west
The orange sky of evening died away.

I thought of times when Pain miglit be thy guest, Lord of thy house and hospitality! And Grief, uneasy Lover! never rest Bar when she sate within the touch of thee. Oh! too industrious folly! Oh! vain and causeless melancholy! Nature will either end thce quite; Or, lengthening out thy season of delight, Preserve for thee, by individual right, A young Lamb's heart among the full-grown flocks. What hast Thou to do with so ow, Or the injuries of to-morrow? Thou art a Dew-drop, which the morn briogs forth, Ill fitted to sustain unkindly shocks; Or to be trail'd along the soiling carth! A gem that glitters while it lives, And no forewarding cives; But, at the touch of wrong, without a strife Slips io a moment out of life.

Not seldom from the uproar I retired
Into a silent bay,—or sportively
Glanced sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng,
To cut across the reflex of a Star,
Image, that, flying still before me, gleam'd
Upon the classy plain : and oftentimes,
When we had given our bodies to the wind,
And all the shadowy banks on either side
Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still

He who governs the creation, In his providence, assign'd Such a gradual declination To the life of human kind.

Yet we mark it not ;-fruits redden,
Fresh tlowers blow, as flowers lave blown,
And the heart is loth to deaden
Hopes that she so long hath known.

Be thou wiser, youthful Maiden!
And when thy decline shall come,
Let not flowers, or boughs fruit-laden,
Hide the knowledge of thy doom.
Now, even now, ere wrapp'd in slumber,
Fix thine eyes upon the sea
That absorbs time, space, and number;
Look towards Eternity!
Follow thou the flowing River
Ou whose breast are thither borne
All Deccived, and cach Deceiver,
Through the gates of night and morn;
Through the year's successive portals;
Through the bounds which many a star
Marks, not mindless of frail mortals,
When his light returns from far.
Thus when Thou with Time hast travellid
Tow'rds the mighty gulf of things,
And the mazy Stream unravell'd
With thy best imaginings;
Think, if thou on beauty leanest,
Think low pitiful that stay,
Did not virtue give the meanest
Charms superior to decay.
Duty, like a strict preceptor,
Sometimes frowns, or seems to frown;
Choose her thistle for thy sceptre,
While thy brow youth's roses crown.
Grasp it,-if thou shrink and tremble,
Fairest Damsel of the green,
Thou will lack the only symbol
That proclaims a genuine Queen;
And ensures those palms of honour
Whiclı selected spirits wear,
Bending low before the Donor,
Lord of Heaven's unchanging Year!

The rapid line of motion, then at once
Have I, reclining back upon my heels,
Stopp'd short ; yet still the solitary cliffs
Wheel'd by me-even as if the carth bad roll'd
With visible motion her diurnal round!
Behind me did they stretch in solemn train,
Feebler and feebler, and I stood and watch'd
Till all was tranquil as a summer sea.



Let us quit the leafy Arbour,
And the torrent murmuring by:
Sol has droppd into his harbour,
Weary of the open sky.
Evening now unbinds the fetters
Fashion'd by the glowing light
All that breathe arc tharkful debtors
To the harbinger of night.
Yet by some grave thoughts attended
Eve renews her calm career;
For the day that now is ended,
Is the Longest of the Year.
Laura! sport, as now thou sportest,
On this platform, Jigfit and free;
Take thy bliss, while longest, shortesi,
Are indifferent to thee!
Who would check the happy feeling
That inspires the linpet's song?
Who would stop the swallow, wheeling
On her pinions swift and strong?
Yet at this impressive season,
Words which tenderness can speak
From the trutlis of homely reason,
Might exalt the loveliest cheek;
And, while shades to sha:les succeeding
Steal the landscape from the sight,
I would urge this moral pleading,
Last forerunner of « Good night!

SUMMER cbbs;-each day that follows
Js a reflux from on luigh,
Tending to the darksome hollows
Where the frosts of winter lie.

Juvenile Pieces.


| publication. It would have been easy to amend them, in many passages, both as to sentiment and expression,

and I have not been altogether able to resist the tempOf the Poems in this class, “ Tue Evening WALK» tation: but attempts of this kind are made at the risk and « DESCRIPTIVE SKETCHES» were first published in of injuring those characteristic features, which, after 1793. They are reprinted with some unimportant al- all, will be regarded as the principal recommendation terations, that were chiefly made very soon after their of juvenile poems.


And wild Impatience, panting upward, show'd

Where, tipp'd with gold, the mountain-summits glow'd.

Alas! the idle tale of man is found

| Depicted in the dial's moral round;
Dear native Regions, I foretell,

With Hope Reflection blends her social rays
From what I feel at this farewell,

To gild the total tablet of his days;
That, wheresoe'er my steps shall tend,

Yet still, the sport of some malignant Pow'r,
And whensoe'er my course shall end,

Ile knows but from its shade the present hour.
If in that hour a single tie
Survive of local sympathy,

But why, ungrateful, dwell on idle pain?
My soul will cast the back ward view,

To show what pleasures yet to me remain,
The longio; look alone on you.

Say, will my Friend, with unreluctant ear,

The history of a poet's ev'ning hear?
Thus, when the Sun, prepared for rest,
Hath gained the preciocts of the West,

When, in the south, the wan noon, brooding still,
Though his departing radiance fail

Breathed a pale steam around the glaring lill,
To illuminate the hollow Vale,

And shades of deep-embattled clouds were seen,
A lingering light he foodly throws

Spotting the northern cliffs with lights between;
On the dear mountain-cops whese first he rose. When, at the barren wall's unshelter'd end,

Where long rails far into the lake extend,

Crowded the shorten a herds, and beat the tides

With their quick tails, and laslıd their speckled sides;
When school-boys stretch'd their length upon



And round the humming elm, a glimmering scene! General Sketch of the Lakes- Author's Regret of his In the brown park, in herds, the troubled deer

Youth passed amongst them - Short Description of Shook the still twinkling tail and glancing ear; Noon--Cascade Scene-Noon-tide Retreat- Preci- When horses in the sunburnt intake' stood, pice and sloping Lights-Face of Nature as the Sun And vainly eyed below the tempting flood, declines Mountain Farm, and the Cock Slate Or tracked the Passenger, in muie distress, Quarry-Sunset-Superstition of the Country, con

With forward neck the closing gate to pressnected with that Moment-Swans-Female Beggar Then, while I wander'd up the huddling rill - Twilight Sounds Western Lights-Spirits, Night Brightening with water-breaks the sombrous ghylla - Moonlight-Hope-Night Sounds-Conclusion. As by enchantment, an obscure retreat

Open'd at once, and stay'd my devious feet.
Far from my dearest Friend, 't is mine to rove

While thick above the rill the branches close,
Thro' bare grey dell, high wood, and pastoral cove; Ja rocky basin its wild waves repose,
Where Derwent stops his course to lear the roar Juverted shrubs, and moss of gloomy green,
That stuns the tremulous cliffs of high Lodore;

Cling from the rocks, with pale wood-weeds between; Where silver rocks the savage prospect cheer

Save that oft the subtle sunbeams shine Of giant yews that frown on Rydal's mere;

On wither'd briars that o'er the

crags recline, Where peace to Grasmere's lonely island leads,

Sole light admitted here, a small cascade, To willowy hedgerows, and to emerald meads; Ilumes with sparkling foam the impervious shade;

Leads to her bridyo, rude church, and cottaged grounds, Beyond, along the vista of the brook, | Her rocky sheepwalks, and her woodland bounds;

Where antique roots its bustling course o'erlook, Where, deep embosom'd, shy: Winander peeps

The eye reposes on a secret bridges Mid clustering isles, and holly-sprinkled steeps;

Ilalf grey, half sharg'd with ivy to its ridge; Where twilight glens endear my Esthwaite's shore,

Whence hangs, in the cool shade, the listless swain Aod memory of departed pleasures, more.

Lingering behind his disappearing wain. Fair scenes! with other eyes, than once, I

- Did Sabine grace adoro my living line,

gaze l'pon the varying charm your round displays,

Bandusia's praise, wild Stream, should yield to thine! Than when, ere-while, I taught,

Never shall ruthless minister of Death

« a happy child, The echoes of your rocks my carols wild:

Mid thy soft glooms the glittering steel onsheath; Then did do ebb of cheerfulness demand

No goblets shall, for thee, be crown'd with flowers, Sad sides of joy from Melancholy's hand;

No kid with piteous outcry thrill thy bowers; In youth's keco eye the livelong day was bright,

The mystic shapes that by thy margin rove The sun at morning, and ibe stars of night,

A more benignant sacrifice approve; Alike, when heard the bittern's hollow bill,

A mind, that, in a calm angelic mood Or the first woodcocks' roamnd the moonlight bill.

Of happy wisdom, meditating good,

Beholds, of all from her high powers required, lo boughtless gaiety I coursed the plain,

Much done, and much design'd, and more desired, And hope stself was all I knew of pain. For then, ev'u then, the little heart would beat

The word intake is local, and signifies a mountain inclosure.

: Gbyll is also. I believe, a term cofined to this country; Glen, At times, while young Content forsook her seat,

chyll, and dinle, bave the same meaning. These lions arv only suplicable to the middle part of that lake. * The reader who has made th: tour of this country, will recog

le che beginning of winter ibre munntains are frequented by nice, in this description, the features which characterize the lower tooks, which in dark nights rcurs into the woods.

waterfall in the grounds of Rydale.

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Harmonious thoughts, a soul by truth refined, Noi uvdelightful are the simplest charms,
Entire affection for all human kind.

Found by the verdant door of mountain farms.
-Sweet rill, farewell! To-morrow's noon again Sweetly, ferocious, round his native walks,
Shall hide me, wooing long thy wildwood strain; Pride of his sister-wives, the monarch stalks ;
But now the sun has gain'd his western road,

Spur-clad his nervous feet, and firm his tread; And eve's mild hour invites my steps


A crest of purple tops his warrior head.

Bright sparks his black and haggard eye-ball huris While, near the midway cliff, the silver'd kite

Afar, his tail he closes and unfurls; many a whistling circle wheels her flight;

Whose slate, like pine-trees, waving to and fro, Slant watery lights, from parting clouds, apace

Droops, and o'er-canopies his regal brow; Travel along the Precipice's base;

On tiptoe rear'd, he strains his clarion throat, Cheering its naked waste of scatter'd stone,

Threaten'd by faintly-answering, farms remote: By lichens grey, and scanty moss, o'ergrown;

Again with his shrill voice the mountain rings, Where scarce the foxglove peeps, or thistle's beard:

While, tlapp'd with conscious pride, resound his wings! And desert stone-chat, all day long, is heard.

Bright'ning the cliffs between, where sombrous pine How pleasant, as the sun declines, to view

And yew-trees o'er the silver rocks recline; The spacious landscape change in form and huc!

I love to mark the quarry's moving trains, llere, vanish, as in mist, before a flood

Dwarf pannier'd steeds, and men, and pumerous wains: Of bright obscurity, hill, lawn, and wood;

How busy the enormous live within, There, objects, by the searching beams betray'd,

While Echo dallies with the various din! Come forth, and here relire in purple shade;

Some (hardly heard their chisels' clinking sound) Even the white stems of birch, the cottage white,

Toil, small as pigmies in the gulf profound; Soften their clare before the mellow light;

Some, dim belween the acreal cliffs descried, The skiffs, at anchor where with umbrage wide

O'erwalk the slender plank from side to side; Yon chesnuts half the latticed boat-house hide,

These, by the pale-blue rocks that ceaseless ring,
Slied from their sides, that face the suu's slant beam,

Glad from their airy baskets hang and sing.
Strong tlakes of radiance on the tremulous stream:
Raised by yon travelling tlock, a dusty cloud

Hung o'ér a cloud, above the steep that rears
Mounts from the road, and spreads its moving shroud ; | An cdge all flame, the broad'ning sun appears;
The shepherd, all involved in wreaths of fire,

A long blue bar its regis orb divides,
Now shows a shadowy speck, and now is lost entire. And breaks the spreading of its golden tides ;

And now it touches on the purple steep
Into a gradual calm the zephyrs sink,

That flings his shadow on the pictured deep. A blue rim borders all the lake's still brink:

'Cross the calm lake's blue shades the cliffs aspire, And now, on every side, the surface breaks

With tow'rs and woods a « prospect all on fire ;) Into blue spots, and slowly-lengthening streaks;

The coves and secret hollows, through a ray Here, plots of sparkling water tremble bright

Of fainter gold, a purple gleam betray; With thousand thousand twinkling points of light;

The gilded turf invests with richer green There, waves that, hardly weltering, die away,

Each speck of lawn the broken rocks between; Tip their smooth ridges with a softer ray,

Deep yellow beams the scatter'd stems illume, And now the universal tides repose,

Far in the level forest's central gloom; And, brightly blue, the burnishid mirror glows,

Waving his hat, the shepherd, from the vale, Save where, along the shady western marge,

Directs his winding dog the cliffs to scale, Coasts, with industrious oar, the charcoal barge;

That, barking busy. 'mid the glittering rocks, The sails are dropp'd, the poplar's foliage sleeps,

Hunts, where he points, the intercepted flocks. And insects clothe, like dust, the glassy deeps.

Where oaks o'erhang the road the radiance shoots Their pannier'd train a group

potters goad,

On tawny earth, wild weeds, and ewisted roots;
Winding from side to side up the steep road;

The Druid stones their lighted fane unfold, The peasant, from

And all the babbling brooks are liquid gold; cliff of fearful edge

yon Shot, down the headlong path darts with his sledge; Suok to a curve, the day-star lessens still, Bright beams the lonely mountain horse illume, Gives one bright glance, and drops behind the bill. Feeding 'mid purple heath, « green rings,» and broom; While the sharp slope the slacken'd team confounds,

In these secluded vales, if village fame, Downward the pond'rous timber-waia resounds;a

Confirmed by silver hairs, belief may claim;

When Ja foamy breaks the rill, with merry song,

up the hills, as now, retired the light, Dash'd o'er the roughı rock, lightly leaps along;

Strange apparitions mock'd the gazer's sight.
From lonesome chapel at the mountain's feet,
Three humble bells their rustic chime repeat;

A desperate form appears, that spurs his steed

Along the midway cliffs with violent speed; Sounds from the water-side the hammer d boat;

Unhurt pursues his lengtheu'd flight, while all And blasted quarry thunders, heard remote !

Attend, at every stretch, his headlong full. Even liere, amid the sweep of endless woods, Blue pomp of lakes, ligli cliffs, and falling floods, 4. Doleemente feroce..-T1850.-In this description of the cowk,

I remembered a spirited one of the same animal in the Agrial1. Vivid rings of green.--GIEENWOOD': Poxm on Shooting. lure ou Les Georgiques Françaises,- of N. Rossuct. 1. Down the rough slope the pond 'rous wagova riozs.– Buartie. 2 From Tbomson, Sec Scott's Critical Essays,

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her now,

Anon, in order mounts a gorgeous show

denied to lay her head, Of horsemen shadows winding to and fro;

On cold blue nights, in hut or straw-built shed, At intervals imperial banners stream,

Turn to a silent smile their sleepy cry, And now the van reflects the solar beam,

By pointing to a shooting star on high : The rear thro' iron brown betrays a sullen gleam; I hear, while in the forest depth, he sees Lost gradual,' o'er the heights in pomp they go,

The Moon's fix'd gaze between the opening trees, While silent stands th' admiriog vale below;

In broken sounds her elder grief demand, Till, save the lonely beacon, all is fled,

And skyward lift, like one that prays, his hand, That tips with eve's last gleam his spiry head.

If, in !hat country, where he dwells afar,

His father views that good, that kindly star; Now, while the solemn evening shadows sail,

- Ah me! all light is mute amid the gloom, Op red slow-waving pinions, down the vale;

The interlunar cavern, of the tomb. And, frooting the bright west, yon oak entwines,

- When low-lung clouds cach star of summer hide, Its darkening boughs and leaves, in stronger lines,

And fireless are the valleys far and wide,
How pleasant near the tranquil Jake to stray
Where winds the road along a secret bay:

Where the brook brawls along the painful road,

Dark with bat-haunted ashes stretching broad, By rills that tumble down the woody steeps,

Oft has she taught them on her lap to play And run in transport to the dimpling deeps;

Delighted, with the glow-worm's harmless ray Along the « wild meand'ring shore» to view

Toss'd light from hand to hand; while on the ground Obsequious Grace the wiading Swan pursue :

Small circles of green radiance Gleam around. fle swells his lifted chest, and backward flings His bridling neck between his towering wings;

Ob! wlien the sleety showers her path assail, la all the majesty of case, divides

And roars between the hills the torrent gale. And Glorying, looks around, the silent tides;

- No more ber breath can thaw their fingers cold, Og as he toats, the silver'd waters clow,

Their frozen arms her neck no more can fold; Proud of the varying arch and moveless form of snow. Weak roof a cowering form two babes to sbield, While tender Cares and mild domestic Loves,

And faint the fire a dying heart can yield ! With furtive watch pursue her as she moves;

Press the sad kiss, fond mother! vainly fears The Female with a meeker charm succeeds,

Thy flooded cheek to wet them with its tears; And her brown little ones around her leads,

No tears can chill them, and no bosom warms, Nibbling the water lilies as they pass,

Thy breast their death-bed, coffin'd in thine arms. Or playing wanton with the floating grass. She, in a mother's care, her beauty's pride

Sweet are the sounds that mingle from afar, Forgets, unwearied watching every side;

Heard by calm lakes, as peeps the folding star,

Where the duck dabbles 'mid the rusting sedge, She calls them near, and with affection sweet Alternately relieves their weary feet;

And feeding pike starts from the water's edge, Alternately they mount her back, and rest

Or the swan stirs the reeds, his neck and bill Close by her mantling wings' embraces prest.

Wetting, that drip upon the water still;

And heron, as resounds the trodden shore,
Long may ye Noat upon these floods serene; Shoots upward, darting his long neck before.
Yours be these holms uatroddeu, still, and green,
Whose leafy shades fence off the blustering gale,

Now, with religious awe, the farewell light
Where breathes in peace the lily of the vale.

Blends with the solemn colouring of the night; Yon Isle, which feels not even the milk-maid's feet, Mid groves of clouds that crest the mountain's brow, Yet hears her song, « by distance made more sweet, is

And round the West's proud lodge their shadows throw, Yon isle conceals your home, your cottage hower,

Like Una shining on her gloomy way,

The half-seen form of Twilight roams astray;
Fresh water-rushes strew the verdant tloor;
Long grass and willows form the woven wall,

Shedding, through paly loopholes mild and small, And swings above the roof the poplar tall.

Gleams that upon the lake's still bosom fall, Thence issuiug often with unwieldy stalk,

Soft o'er the surface creep those lustres pale With broad black feet ye crush your flow'ry walk;

Tracking the fitful motions of the gale. Or, from the neighbouring water, hear at morn

With restless interchange at once the bright The hound, the horse's tread, and mellow horn; Wins on the shade, the shade upon the light. losolve your serpent necks in changeful rings,

No favour'd eye was e'er allow'd to gaze Rolid wastonly between your slippery wings,

On lovelier spectacle in faery days; Or, starting up with noisc and rude delight,

When gentle Spirits urged a sportive chase, Force half upon vave your cumbrous flight. Brushing with Jucid wands the water's face;

While music, stealing round the glimmering deeps, Fair Swan! by all a mother's joys caress'd,

Charm'd the tall circle of th' enchanted steeps. Haply some wretch bas eyed, and called thee bless'd ; – The lighıs are vanished from the watery plains : The whilst upon some sultry summer's day

No wreck of all the pageantry remains. | She drayed her babes along this weary way;

Unheeded night has overcome the vales : Or caught their limbs along the burning road

On the dark earth the baffled vision fails;
A few short steps to coller with tbeir load.

The latest lingerer of the forest train,
Se description of an appearance of this kind in Clark's The lone black fir, forsakes the faded plain;
Srey of the Lakes

, accompanied by vouchera of its veracity, that Last evening sight, the cottage smoke, no more, ***s asus the reader.

Lost in the thicken'd darkness, Glimmers hoar;

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