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INFLUENCE OF NATURAL OBJECTS
And, while with all a mother's love
IN CALLING FORTH AND STRENGTHENING THE IMAGI.
NATION IN BOYHOOD AND EARLY YOUTH.
[ This extract is reprinted from Tae FBIEND, . an unpublished
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!
He drew it gently from the pool,
Nor was this fellowship vouchsafed to me
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
5:- happy time
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
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,
Be thou wiser, youthful Maiden!
The rapid line of motion, then at once
THE LONGEST DAY;
ADDRESSED TO --
Let us quit the leafy Arbour,
SUMMER cbbs;-each day that follows
| 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.
ESTRACT FROM THE CONCLUSION OF A
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;
With Hope Reflection blends her social rays
To gild the total tablet of his days;
Yet still, the sport of some malignant Pow'r,
Ile knows but from its shade the present hour.
But why, ungrateful, dwell on idle pain?
To show what pleasures yet to me remain,
Say, will my Friend, with unreluctant ear,
The history of a poet's ev'ning hear?
When, in the south, the wan noon, brooding still,
Breathed a pale steam around the glaring lill,
And shades of deep-embattled clouds were seen,
Spotting the northern cliffs with lights between;
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;
green; ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY.
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.
While thick above the rill the branches close,
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.
Harmonious thoughts, a soul by truth refined, Noi uvdelightful are the simplest charms,
Found by the verdant door of mountain farms.
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,
Glad from their airy baskets hang and sing.
Hung o'ér a cloud, above the steep that rears
A long blue bar its regis orb divides,
And now it touches on the purple steep
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
On tawny earth, wild weeds, and ewisted roots;
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.
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,
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,
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,
Now, with religious awe, the farewell light
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;
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;
The latest lingerer of the forest train,
, 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;