In the valedictory sonnet to the edition of 1838 we have the method and the aim of Wordsworth's work: "If in this book Fancy and Truth agree; If simple Nature trained by careful Art Dr. Moir, the Scottish author and critic, says: "Never, perhaps, in the whole range of literary history, from Homer downwards, did any individual, throughout the course of a long life, dedicate himself to poetry with a devotion so pure, so perfect, and so uninterrupted as he did." Consult Wordsworth as an Artist, in Hudson's Studies in Wordsworth, Corson's Introduction to the Study of Browning, Dowden's Interpretation of Literature, in Transcripts and Studies, and Preface to my edition of the Prelude. All praise the Likeness by thy skill portrayed 333 79 Among the mountains were we nursed, loved Stream 328 An age hath been when Earth was proud 238 233 And is this- Yarrow? This the stream An Orpheus! an Orpheus! Yes, Faith may grow bold - A Poet! He hath put his heart to school A point of life between my Parents' dust A Rock there is whose homely front Art thou a Statist in the van Art thou the bird that Man loves best. A simple child . A slumber did my spirit seal A trouble not of clouds or weeping rain Begone, thou fond presumptuous elf 37 4 36 282 99 Bright Flower! whose home is everywhere 137 197 Calvert! it must not be unheard by them Child of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream Clouds, lingering yet, extend in solid bars 314 316 310 193 I Dear Child of Nature, let them rail Dear native regions, I foretell Dear to the Loves and to the Graces vowed Earth hath not anything to show more fair Fair star of Evening, splendor of the west 330 Farewell, thou little Nook of mountain-ground Five years have passed; five summers with the length. Go, faithful Portrait! and where long hath knelt . Had this effulgence disappeared. Here pause the poet claims at least this praise His simple truths did Andrew glean I am not One who much or oft delight I come, ye little noisy crew If from the public way you turn your step 299 308 264 300 125 301 17 163 314 322 158 326 305 245 171 317 211 317 ΙΟΙ 270 311 39 82 I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide It was an April morning: fresh and clear I was thy neighbor once, thou rugged Pile I, who accompanied with faithful pace Jones! as from Calais southward you and I 22 331 141 300 321 302 305 12 34 30 77 113 T67 188 321 301 Lance, shield, and sword relinquished, at his side 322 182 |