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 Degenerate Douglas! oh, the unworthy lord! . 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 heard a thousand blended notes I saw far off the dark top of a pine I shiver, spirit fierce and bold I thought of thee, my partner and my guide I travelled among unknown men 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. |