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reflection. Thirdly, The sinewy strength and originality of single lines and paragraphs, the frequent curiosa felicitas of his diction. Fourthly, The perfect truth of nature in his images and descriptions, as taken immediately from nature, and proving a long and genial intimacy with the very spirit which gives a physiognomic expression to all the works of nature.
Fifthly, A meditative pathos, a union of deep and subtle thought with sensibility : a sympathy with man as man; the sympathy, indeed, of a contemplator rather than a fellow. sufferer and co-mate (spectator, haud particeps), but of a contemplator from whose view no difference of rank conceals the sameness of the nature ; no injuries of wind or weather, or toil, or even of ignorance, wholly disguise the human face divine. Last, and pre-eminently, I challenge for this poet the gift of imagination in the highest and strictest sense of the word. In the play of fancy, Wordsworth, to my feelings, is always graceful, and sometimes recondite. The likeness is occasionally too range, or demands too peculiar a point of view, or is such as appears the creature of predetermined research, rather than spontaneous presentation. Indeed, his fancy seldom displays itself as mere and unmodified fancy. But in imaginative power he stands nearest of all modern writers to Shakspeare and Milton, and yet in a mind perfectly unborrowed, and his own. To employ his own words, which are at once an instance and an illustration, he does indeed, to all thoughts and to all objects
'Add the gleam,
“The great poet of our times, Wordsworth—one of the few who are to livehas gone to common life, to the feelings of our universal nature, to the obscure and neglected portions of society, for beautiful and touching themes. Genius is not a creator, in the sense of fancying or feigning what does not exist. Its distinction is to discern more of truth than common minds. It sees under disguises and humble forms everlasting beauty. This it is the prerogative of Wordsworth to discern and reveal in the ordinary walks of life, in the common. human heart. He has revealed the loveliness of the primitive feelings, of the universal affections of the human soul. The grand truth which pervades his poetry, is that the beautiful is not confined to the rare, the new, the distant-to scenery and modes of life open only to the few ; but that it is poured forth profusely on the common earth and sky, that it gleams from the loneliest flower, that it lights up the humblest sphere, that the sweetest affections lodge in lowliest hearts, that there is sacredness, dignity, and loveliness in lives which few eyes rest on-that, even in the absence of all in. tellectual culture, the domestic relations can quietly nourish that disinterestedness which is the element of all greatness, and without which intellectual power is a splendid desormity. Wordsworth is the poet of humanity; he teaches reverence for our universal nature; he breaks down the factitious barriers between human hearts."
Where, deep embosomed, shy* Winander FROM THE CONCLUSION OF A PCEM
'Mid clustering isles, and holly-sprinkled COMPOSED UPON LEAVING SCHOOL.
Where twilight glens endear my Esthwaite's DEAR native regions, I foretell,
shore, From what I feel at this farewell, And memory of departed pleasures, more. That, wheresoe'er my steps shall tend, And whensoe'er my course shall end,
Fair scenes! ere-while I taught, a happy If in that hour a single tie
child, Survive of local sympathy,
The echoes of your rocks my carols wild: My soul will cast the backward view,
Then did no ebb of cheerfulness demand The longing look alone on you.
Sad tides of joy from Mela' icholy's hand; Thus, when the sun, prepared for rest,
In youth's keen eye the livelong day was
bright, Hath gained the precincts of the west
The sun at morning, and the stars of night, Though his departing radiance fail
Alike, when heard the bittern's hollow bill, To illuminate the follow vale,
Or the first woodcockst roamed the moonA lingering light he fondly throws
light hill. On the dear hills where first he rose.
In thoughtless gaiety I coursed the plain,
And hope itself was all I knew of pain. AN EVENING WALK,
For then, even then, the little heart would beat
(seat, ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY.
At times, while young Content forsook her FAR from my dearest friend, 'tis mine to And wild Impatience, pointing upward, Tove (pastoral cove;
(summits glowed. Through bare gray dell, high wood, and Where, tipped with gold, the mountainWhere Derwent stops his course to hear Alas! the idle tale of man is found the roar
Depicted in the dial's moral round; That stuns the tremulous clifts of high Hope with Reflection blends her social rays Lodore ;
To gild the total tablet of his days; Where peace to Grasmere s lonely island leads,
meads ; To willowy hedgerows, and to emerald
• These lines are only applicable to the
middle part of that lake. Leads to her bridge, rude church, and
+ In the beginning of winter these mountains cottaged grounds,
[bounds; are frequented by woodcocks, which in dark Her rocky sheepwalks, and her woodland nights retire into the woods.
Yet still, the sport of some malignant The eye reposes on a secret bridget power,
[hour. Half gray, half shagged with ivy to its He knows but from its shade the present ridge;
Whence hangs, in the cool shade, the liste But why, ungrateful, dwell on idle less swain pain?
Lingering behind his disappearing wain. To show what pleasures yet to me remain, -Did Sabine grace adorn n., living line, Say, will my friend with unreluctant ear, Blandusia s praise, wild stream, should The history of a poet s evening hear?
yield to ihine i
Never shall ruthless minister of death When, in the south, the wan noon, 'Mid thy soft glooms the glittering steel brooding still,
(flowers, Breathed a pale steam around the glaring No goblets shall, for thee, be crowned with And shades of deep-embattled “clouds No kid with piteous outcry thrill thy
bowers; were seen,
between; Spotting the northern cliffs, with lights The mystic shapes that by thy margin rove When, at the barren wall's unsheltered end, A more benignant sacrifice approve; Where long rails far into the lake extend,
A mind, that, in a calm angelic mood Crowded the shorten'd herds, and beat the of happy wisdom, meditating good, tides
(speckled sides; Behoids, og all from her high powers With their quick tails, and lashed their
(desired. When school-boys stretched their length Much done, and much designed, and more upon the green;
[ing scene! Harmonious thoughts, a soul by truth reAnd round the humming elm, a glimmer
fined. In the brown park, in herds, the troubled Entire affection for all human-kind deer
(ear; Shook the still-twinkling tail and glancing
Sweet rill, farewell! To-morrow's noon When horses in the sunburnt intakestood, again
[strain; And vainly eyed below the tenipting flood, Shall hide me, wooing long thy wildwood Or tracked the passenger, in mute distress, But now the sun has gained his western With forward neck the closing gate to road,
[rill And eve's mild hour invites my steps Then while I wandered where the huddling Brightens with water-breaks the sombrous
While, near the midway cliff, the silvered ghyll, 1
kite As by enchantment, an obscure retreat Opened at once, and stayed my devious Slant watery lights, from parting clouds,
In many a whistling circle wheels her fligut; feet.
(close, While thick above the rill the branches Travel along the precipice's base;
apace In rocky basin its wild waves repose,
Cheering its naked waste of scattered Inverted shrubs, and moss of gloomy
(weeds between; By lichens gray, and scanty moss, ofer: Cling from the rocks, with pale wood. Where scarce the foxglove peeps, or thistle's Save that alost the subtle sunbeams shine
beard: On withered briars that o'er the crags And restless stone-chat, all day long, is
(heard. recline, Sole light admitted here, a small cascade, Illumes with sparkling foam the impervious
How pleasant, as the sun declines, to shade;
view Beyond, along the vista of the brook,
The spacious landscape change in form Where antique roots its bustling course
and hue! o'erlook,
Here, vanish, as in mist, before a flood
Of bright obscurity, hill, lawn, and wood; • The word w:take is local and signifies a Hountain inclosure.
The reader who has made the tour of this + Ghyll is also, I believe, a terin confined to country, will recognise, in this description, the this country, ghyh and dingle have the same features which characterize the lower waterfall neaning
in the grounds of Rydal.
There, objects, by the searching beams i From lonesome chapel at the mountain'. betrayed,
feet, Come forth, and here retire in purple Three humble bells their rustic chime reshade; (white, peat;
(boat Even the white stems of birch, the cottage Sounds from the water-side the hammered Soften their glare before the mellow light: And blasted quarry thunders, heard remote! The skiffs, at anchor where with umbrage wide
[hide, Even here, amid the sweep of endless Yon chestnuts half the latticed boat-house woods,
[floods, Shed from their sides, that face the sun's Blue pomp of lakes, high cliffs, and alling slant beam,
(lous stream: Not undelightful are the siır.plest charms, Strong flakes of radiance on the tremu. Found by the grassy door of mountain Raised by yon travelling flock, a dusty
(moving shroud; Mounts from the road, and spreads its Sweetly ferocious, t round his native The shepherd, all involved in wreaths of
(lost entire. Pride of his sister-wives, the monarch Now shows a shadowy speck, and now is Spur-clad his nervous feet, and firm his
tread; Into a gradual calm the zephyrs sink:
A crest of purple tops his warrior head. A blue rim borders all the lake's still brink; Atar, his tail he closes and unfurls; Jhurls
Bright sparks his black and rolling eye-ball And now, on every side, the surface breaks On tiptoe reared, he strains his clarion Into blue spots, and slowly lengthening
Threatened by faintly-answering farms Here, plots of sparkling water tremble Again with his shrill voice the mountain With thousand thousand iwinkling points
(sound his wings! of light;
(away. While, flapped with conscious pride, reThere, waves that, hardly weltering, die Tip their smooth ridges with a softer ray, Brightening the cliffs between, where And now the universal tides repose,
sombrous pine And, brightly blue, the burnished mirror And yew-tree o'er the silver rocks recline; glows,
I love to mark the quarry's moving trains, Save where, along the shady western marge, Dwarf panniered steeds, and men, and Coasts, with industrious oar, the charcoal
numerous wains: barge;
(sleeps, How busy all the enormous hive within, The sails are dropped, the poplar's foliage While Echo dallies with the various din! And insects clothe, like dust, the glassy Some (hardly heard their chisels' clinking deeps.
Toil, small as pigmies in the gulf profound; . Their panniered train a group of potters Some, dım between the aèrial cliffs de goad,
side Winding from side to side up the steep road; O'erwalk the slender plank from side to The peasant, from yon cliff of fearful edge These, by the pale-blue rocks that ceaseless Shot, down the headlong path darts with ring. t is sledge:
(illume, Glad from their airy baskets hang and sing. Brigat beams the lonely mountain-horse Feeding 'mid purple heath,“green rings," Hung o'er a cloud, above the steep that and brcom; (confounds,
(pears; While the sharp slope the slackened team An edge all flame, the broadening sun apDownward the ponderous timber-wain re- A long blue bar its ægis orb divides, sounds;
And breaks the spreading of its golden In foamy breaks the rill, with merry song, tides; Dashed o'er the rough rock, lightly leaps along;
+ “Dolcemente feroce.” – Tasso. In this description of the cock, I remembered a spirited
one of the same animal in the “ L'Agriculture : * " Vivid rings of green." – Greenwood's ou, Les Géorgiques Françaises, of M Poem on Shooting.