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Beside the lake, beneath the trees.
POWER OF MUSIC.. Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
An Orpheus ! an Orpheus !-yes, faith may Continuous as the stars that shine
(old ; And twinkle on the milky way,
And take to herself all the wonders of They stretched in never-ending line Near the stately Pantheon you'll meet with Along the margin of a bay :
[its name. Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
In the street that irom Oxford hath borrowed Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
His station is there :--and he works on the The waves beside them danced, but they crowd,
[loud ; Outdid the sparkling waves in glee :
He sways them with harmony merry and A poet could not but be gay,
He fills with his power all their hearts to In such a jocund company:
[him ? I gazed—and gazed –but little thought Was aught ever heard like his fiddle and What wealth the show to me had brought
What an eager assembly! what an empire is this!
(bliss; For uft when on my couch I lie
The weary have life and the hungry have In vacant or in pensive mood,
The mourner is cheered, and the anxious
have rest ; They fiash upon that inward eye
lopprest. Which is the bliss of solitude,
And the guilt-burthened soul is no longer And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
As the moon brightens round her the clou
of the night, So he, where he stands, is a centre of light; It gleams on the face, there, of duskybrowed Jack,
(on back THE REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN. And the pale-visaged baker's, with basket At the corner of Wood Street, when day- That errand-bound 'prentice was passing light appears, (for three years : in haste
[runs to wasteHangs a thrush that sings loud, it has sung What matter! he's caught-and his time Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has The newsman is stopped, though he stops heard [bird. on the fret,
(in the net! In the silence of morning the song of the And the half-breathless lamplighter-he's 'Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? The porter sits down on the weight which She sees
he bore ;
[her store ;A mountain ascending, a vision of trees ;
The lass with her barrow wheels hither Bright volumes of vapour through Loth. If a thief could be here he might pilfer at bury glide,
(Cheapside. ease ; And a river flows on through the vale of She sees the musician, tis all that she sees !
Green pastures she views in the midst of He stands, backed by the wall ;-he abates the dale, [her pail ; not his din ;
[ping in, Down which she so often has tripped with His hat gives him vigour, with boons dropAnd a single small cottage, a nest like a From the old and the young, from the dove's sloves. poorest ; and there!
(spare. The one only dwelling on earth that she The one-pennied boy has his penny to She looks, and her heart is in heaven : but Oh, blest are the hearers, and proud be they fade, (shade : the hand
(thankful a band; The mist and the river, the hill and the Of the pleasure it spreads through so The stream will not flow, and the hill will I am glad for him, blind as he is !-all the not rise, (her eyes. while
(with a smile. And the colours have all passed away from If they speak 'tis to praise, and they praise
That tall man, a giant in bulk and in Or is it rather that conceit rapacious is height,
and strong, Not an inch of his body is free from delight ; And bounty never yields so much but Can he keep himself still, if he would ? oh, it seems to do her wrong? not he!
(tree. Or is it that when human souls a journey The music stirs in him like wind through a long have had,
And are returned into themselves they Mark that cripple who leans on his crutch ;
cannot but be sad ? like a tower That long has leaned forward, leans hour or must we be constrained to think that after hour!
these spectators rude, That mother, whose spirit in fetters is Poor in estate, of manners base, men of While she dandles the babe in her arms to
the multitude, the sound.
Have souls which never yet have risen, Now, coaches and chariots! roar on like No, no, this cannot be—men thirst for
and therefore prostrate lie? a stream;
(dream : Here are twenty souls happy as souls in a
power and majesty! They are deaf to your murmurs--they care Does, then, a deep and earnest thought not for you,
the blissful mind employ Nor what ye are flying, nor what ye pursue ! Of him who gazes, or has gazed ? a grave
and steady joy:
That doth reject all show of pride, admits STAR-GAZERS.
no outward sign, What crowd is this ? what have we here: Because not of this noisy world, but we must not pass it by :
silent and divine ! A telescope upon its frame, and pointed to the sky :
[little boat, Whatever be the cause, 'tis sure that they Long is it as a barber's pole, or mast of
who pry and pore Some little pleasure-skiff, that doth Seem to meet with little gain, seem less Thames's, waters float.
happy than before ;
One after one they take their turn, nor The showman chooses well his place, 'tis have I one espied Leicester's busy Square,
That doth not slackly go away, as if disAnd is as happy in his night, for the satisfied.
heavens are blue and fair; Calm. though impatient, is the crowd ; each stands ready with the fee,
THE HAUNTED TREE. And envies him that's looking-what an
insight must it be ! Yet, showman, where can lie the cause? THOSE silver clouds collected round the Shall thy implement have blame,
[less A boaster, thai when he is tried, fails, and His mid-day warmth abate not, seeming is put to shame?
To overshade than multiply his beams Or is ii good as others are, and be their By soft reflection-grateful to the sky, eyes in fault?
To rocks, fields, woods. Nor doth our Their eyes, or minds? or, finally, is this human sense resplendent vault?
Ask, for its pleasure, screen or canopy.
More ample than the time-dismantled oak Is nothing of that radiant pomp so good Spreads o'er this tuft of heath, which now, as we have here?
attired Or gives a thing but small delight that in the whole fulness of its bloom, affords never can be dear?
Couch beautiful as e'er for earthly use (art, The silver moon with all her vales, and Was fashioned ; whether by the hand of hills of mightiest faine,
That eastern sultan, amid flowers enDoth she betray us when they're seen! or wronght are they but a name?
On silken tissue, might diffuse his limbs
In languor ; or, by nature, for repose
There's joy in the mountains;
[there are The noon-tide hour ;-though truly some Whose footsteps superstitiously avoid
GIPSIES. This venerable tree ; for, when the wind Blows keenly, it sends forth a creaking Yet are they here the same unbroken knot sound
Of human beings, in the self-same spot ! (Above the general roar of woods and crags) Men, women, children, yea, the frame Distinctly heard from far-a doieful note! Of the whole spectacle the same! As if (só Grecian shepherds would have Only their fire seems bolder, yielding light, deemed)
Now deep and red, the colouring of night ; The Hamadryad, pent within, bewailed That on their gipsy-faces falls, Some bitter wrong. Nor is it unbelieved, Their bed of straw and blanket-walls. By ruder fancy, that a troubled ghost Twelve hours, twelve bounteous hours, Haunts this old trunk ; lamenting deeds
are gone, while I of which
[wind Have been a traveller under open sky, The flowery ground is conscious.
Much witnessing of change and cheer, Sweeps now along this elevated ridge ;
Yet as I left I find them here! Not even a zephyr stirs ;-the obnoxious The weary sun betook himself to rest, tree
(down, Then issued vesper from the fulgent west, Is mute, --and, in his silence, would look Outshining like a visible god O lovely wanderer of the trackless hills, The glorious path in which he trod. On thy reclining form with more delight And now, ascending, after one dark hour Than his coevals, in the sheltered vale And one night's diminution of her power, Seem to participate, the whilst they view Behold the mighty moon ! this way Their own far stretching arms and leafy She looks as if at them-but they heads
Regard not her :-oh better wrong and Vividly pictured in some glassy pool,
strife, That, for a brief space, checks the (By nature transient) than such torpid life ; hurrying stream !
Life which the very stars reprove
As on their silent tasks they move ! Yet witness all that stirs in heaven or earth!
In scorn I speak not; they are what their WRITTEN IN MARCH,
And breeding suffer them to be ;
FOOT OF BROTHER'S WATER.
She had a tall man's height, or more ; The lake doth glitter,
No bonnet screened her from the heat ; The green field sleeps in the sun ;
Nor claimed she service from the hood The oldest and youngest
Of a blue mantle, to her feet
Depending with a graceful flow ;
Only she wore a cap pure as unsullied snow. There are forty feeding like one !
Her skin was of Egyptian brown;
Haughty as if her eye had seen Like an army defeated
Its own light to a distance thrown, The snow hath retreated,
She towered ---fit person for a queen, And now doth fare ill
To head those ancient Amazonian files ; On the top of the bare hill ;
Or ruling bandit's wife among the Grecia. The plough-boy is whooping-anon-anon: isles.