THE POETICAL WORKS OF

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

EDITED WITH MEMOIR BY

EDWARD DOWDEN

IN SEVEN VOLUMES

VOL. III

LONDON

GEORGE BELL & SONS, YORK ST., COVENT GARDEN

NEW YORK: 112, FOURTH AVENUE

1892

CHISWICK PRESS-C. WHITTINGHAM AND CO., TOOKS COURT,

CHANCERY LANE.

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Nuns fret not at their Convent's narrow room

Admonition

"Beloved Vale!" I said, "when I shall con

At Applethwaite, near Keswick

Pelion and Ossa flourish side by side

There is a little unpretending Rill

Her only pilot the soft breeze, the boat

The fairest, brightest, hues of ether fade

Upon the sight of a Beautiful Picture

"Why, Minstrel, these untuneful murmurings

Aerial Rock-whose solitary brow

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tion of a Certain Poem

Grief, thou hast lost an ever ready friend.

Composed in one of the Valleys of Westmore-

land, on Easter Monday

Decay of Piety

Composed on the Eve of the Marriage of a

Friend in the Vale of Grasmere, 1812.

From the Italian of Michael Angelo.

From the Same .

From the Same. To the Supreme Being

Surprised by joy-impatient as the Wind.

Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne

Even so for me a Vision sanctified

It is a beauteous Evening, calm and free.

Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must

go?

With Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh

The world is too much with us; late and soon.

A volant Tribe of Bards on earth are found

"Weak is the will of Man, his judgment blind"

To the Memory of Raisley Calvert

PART II.

Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned

How sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks

To B. R. Haydon

From the dark chambers of dejection freed

Fair Prime of life! were it enough to gild.

I watch, and long have watched, with calm

regret

I heard (alas! 'twas only in a dream)

Retirement.

Not Love, not War, nor the tumultuous swell

Mark the concentred hazels that enclose

Composed after a Journey across the Hamble-

ton Hills, Yorkshire

Those words were uttered as in pensive mood

While not a leaf seems faded; while the fields

How clear, how keen, how marvellously bright.

Composed during a Storm.

To a Snow-drop

To the Lady Mary Lowther

To Lady Beaumont

There is a pleasure in poetic pains

The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said

When haughty expectations prostrate lie.

Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour.

With how sad steps, O Moon thou climb'st the

sky!

Even as a dragon's eye that feels the stress

The stars are mansions built by Nature's hand.

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Captivity.-Mary Queen of Scots

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