The world is too much with us; late and soon

To the Memory of Raisley Calvert

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Scorn not the Sonnet

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September 1802. Near Dover

To Toussaint L'Ouverture

Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland

Written in London. September 1802

Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour

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Great Men have been among us.

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It is not to be thought of that the Flood

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To the Men of Kent.

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On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic

170

Say what is Honour? 'Tis the finest sense

The Green Linnet

Passage from "The Recluse "

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The Force of Prayer

SELECTIONS FROM "THE EXCURSION"-

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The Wanderer's Upbringing

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Morning Scene

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View from Hartsope Ravine

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Of the French Revolution

241

The Universe a Shell

A Happy Lot

Moral Truth

Cottar's Dwelling among the Mountains

Life under the British Constitution

Loyalty to State and Church

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Dedication of "The White Doe of Rylston" to Mrs.

Sonnet. In my mind's eye a Temple like a cloud

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Sonnet.

To

in her seventieth year

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To a Sky-Lark

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The Primrose of the Rock

270

Sonnet. Roman Antiquities

Sonnet. The Trosachs

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On a High Part of the Coast of Cumberland

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Sonnet. On the Frith of Clyde, Ailsa Crag

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Sonnet. Why are thou silent? Is thy love a plant

Sonnet. At Florence, Dante's Chair

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Wordsworth, as Poet Laureate, in 1846 sent a copy of his poems to the Royal Library at Windsor Castle. On the fly-leaf, while in very great anxiety and grief, he wrote the following poem, addressed

TO THE QUEEN.

DEIGN, Sovereign Mistress ! to accept a lay,
No Laureate offering of elaborate art;

But salutation taking its glad way

From deep recesses of a loyal heart.

Queen, Wife, and Mother! may All-judging Heaven
Shower with a bounteous hand on Thee and Thine
Felicity that only can be given

On earth to goodness blest by grace divine.

Lady! devoutly honoured and beloved

Through every realin confided to thy sway;
May'st Thou pursue thy course by God approved,
And He will teach thy people to obey.

As Thou art wont, thy sovereignty adorn

With woman's gentleness, yet firm and staid;
So shall that earthly crown thy brows have worn
Be changed for one whose glory cannot fade.

And now, by duty urged, I lay this Book
Before thy Majesty, in humble trust
That on its simplest pages Thou wilt look
With a benign indulgence more than just.

Nor wilt Thou blame an ancient Poet's prayer,
That issuing hence may steal into thy mind
Some solace under weight of royal care,

Or grief-the inheritance of human-kind.

For know we not that from celestial spheres,
When time was young, an inspiration came
(Oh, were it mine!) to hallow saddest tears,
And help life onward in its noblest aim?

9th January 1846.

W. W.