Where flower-breathed incense to the skies Is wafted in mute harmonies; And ground fresh-cloven by the plough INSCRIPTION FOR A STONE IN THE GROUNDS OF RYDAL MOUNT. IN these fair vales hath many a Tree Was rescued by the Bard. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. PAGE A barking sound the shepherd hears A poet! He hath put his heart to school A point of life between my parents' dust A slumber did my spirit seal A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain An age hath been when earth was proud. An Orpheus! an Orpheus !—yes, faith may grow bold Another year!-another deadly blow Art thou the bird whom man loves best 35 215 226 At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears Before I see another day Behold her, single in the field Behold, within the leafy shade 16 51 147 116 Bright flower, whose home is everywhere! Blest is this isle-our native land Brook and road By their floating mill Calvert! it must not be unheard by them. Dear child of nature, let them rail! Dear to the loves, and to the graces vowed Earth has not anything to show more fair. England! the time is come when thou should'st wean Fair is the swan, whose majesty, prevailing Five years have past; five summers, with the length Go, faithful portrait ! and where long hath knelt Hast thou then survived Here pause: the poet claims at least this praise I am not one who much or oft delight I have a boy of five years old I thought of thee, my partner and my guide I've watched you now a full half-hour I wandered lonely as a cloud I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged pile ! I watch, and long have watched, with calm regret If nature, for a favourite child |