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Where, deep embosomed, shy* Winander peeps
'Mid clustering isles, and holly-sprinkled steeps; FROM THE CONCLUSION OF A POEM, COMPOSED Where twilight glens endear my Esthwaite's shore, UPON LEAVING SCHOOL.
And memory of departed pleasures, more.
Fair scenes! with other eyes, than once, I gaze
Upon the varying charm your round displays,
Than when, erewhile, I taught, a happy child,"
The echoes of your rocks my carols wild :
Then did no ebb of cheerfulness demand
Sad tides of joy from Melancholy's hand;
In youth's keen eye the livelong day was bright,
The sun at morning, and the stars of night,
Alike, when heard the bittern's hollow bill,
Or the first woodcockst roamed the moonlight hill.
In thoughtless gaiety I coursed the plain,
And hope itself was all I knew of pain.
For then, even then, the little heart would beat
At times, while young Content forsook her seat,
Where, tipped with gold, the mountain-summits glowed.
Depicted in the dial's moral round;
With Hope Reflection blends her social rays
708,278-9. To gild the total tablet of his days; ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY.
Yet still, the sport of some malignant Power, General Sketch of the Lakes — Author's Regret of He knows but from its shade the present hour. his Youth passed among them — Short description But why, ungrateful, dwell on idle pain? of Noon - Cascade Scene - Noon-tide Retreat
To show what pleasures yet to me remain, Precipice and sloping Lights – Face of Nature Say, will my Friend, with unreluctant ear, as the Sun declines -- Mountain Farm, and the The history of a poet's evening hear? Cock - Slate Quarry – Sunset - Superstition of the Country, connected with that Moment - Swans When, in the south, the wan noon, brooding still, - Female Beggar – Twilight Sounds — Western Breathed a pale steam around the glaring hill, Lights -- Spirits — Night— Moonlight — Hope — And shades of deep-embattled clouds were seen, Night Sounds - Conclusion.
Spotting the northern cliffs with lights between;
When, at the barren wall's unsheltered end, Far from
dearest Friend, 't is mine to rove Where long rails far into the lake extend,
my Through bare gray dell, high wood, and pastoral cove; Crowded the shortened herds, and beat the tides Where Derwent stops his course to hear the roar
With their quick tails, and lashed their speckled sides, That stuns the tretaulous cliffs of high Lodore ;
When school-boys stretched their length upon the Where silver rocks the savage prospect cheer
green; Of giant gews that frown on Rydal's mere;
And round the humming elm, a glimmering scene ! peuce to Grasmere's lonely island leads,
* These lines are only applicable to the middle part of that To willowy hedgerows, and to emerald meads ;
lake. leads to her bridge, rude church, and cottaged grounds, # In the beginning of winter, these mountains are frequented Her rocky sbeepwalks, and her woodland bounds; by woodcocks, which in dark nights retire into the woods.
In the brown park, in herds, the troubled deer
How pleasant, as the sun declines, to view Shook the still-twinkling tail and glancing ear; The spacious landscape changed in form and hue! When horses in the sunburnt intake* stood,
Here, vanish, as in mist, before a flood And vainly eyed below the tempting flood,
Of bright obscurity, hill, lawn, and wood; Or tracked the Passenger, in mute distress,
There, objects, by the searching beams betrayed, With forward neck the closing gate to press
Come forth, and here retire in purple shade; Then, while I wandered up the huddling rill
Even the white stems of birch, the cottage white, Brightening with water-breaks the sombrous ghyll,t Soften their glare before the mellow light; As by enchantment, an obscure retreat
The skiffs, at anchor where with umbrage wide Opened at once, and stayed my devious feet.
Yon chestnuts half the latticed boat-house hide, While thick above the rill the branches close,
Shed from their sides, that face the sun's slant beam, In rocky basin its wild waves repose,
Strong flakes of radiance on the tremulous stream: Inverted shrubs, and moss of gloomy green,
Raised by yon travelling flock, a dusty cloud Cling from the rocks, with pale wood-weeds between; Mounts from the road, and spreads its moving shroud Save that aloft the subtle sunbeam shine
The shepherd, all involved in wreaths of fire, On withered briars that o'er the crags recline, Now shows a shadowy speck, and now is lost entire, Sole light admitted here, a small cascade,
Into a gradual calm the zephyrs sink, Illumes with sparkling foam the impervious shade;
A blue rim borders all the lake's still brink: Beyond, along the vista of the brook,
And now, on every side, the surface breaks Where antique roots its bustling course o'erlook,
Into blue spots, and slowly lengthening streaks ; The eye reposes on a secret bridges
Here, plots of sparkling water tremble bright Half gray, half shagged with ivy to its ridge;
With thousand thousand twinkling points of light; Whence hangs, in the cool shade, the listless swain
There, waves that, hardly weltering, die away, Lingering behind his disappearing wain.
Tip their smooth ridges with a softer ray, -Did Sabine grace adorn my living line,
And now the universal tides repose, Bandusia's praise, wild Stream, should yield to thine!
And, brightly blue, the burnished mirror glows, Never shall ruthless minister of Death
Save where, along the shady western marge, 'Mid thy soft glooms the glittering steel unsheath;
Coasts, with industrious oar, the charcoal barge; No goblets shall, for thee, be crowned with flowers,
The sails are dropped, the poplar's foliage sleeps,
And insects clothe, like dust, the glassy deeps.
Their panniered train a group of potters goad,
Winding from side to side up the steep road; Of happy wisdom, meditating good,
The peasant, from yon
cliff of fearful edge, Beholds, of all from her high powers required, Shot, down the headlong path darts with his sledge; Much done, and much designed, and more desired, Bright beams the lonely mountain horse illume, Harmonious thoughts, a soul by truth refined, Feeding ʼmid purple heath,“green ringsg,” and broon., Entire affection for all human kind.
While the sharp slope the slackened team confounds,
Downward the ponderous timber-wain resounds|;
Three humble bells their rustic chime repeat:
Sounds from the water-side the hammered boat;
And blasted quarry thunders, heard remote !
Even here, amid the sweep of endless woods,
pomp of lakes, high cliffs, and falling floods. Cheering its naked waste of scattered stone,
Not undelightful are the simplest charms, By lichens gray, and scanty moss, o'ergrown;
Found by the verdant door of mountain farms. Where scarce the fox-glove peeps, or thistle's beard :
Sweetly ferociousT, round his native walks, And desert stone-chat, all day long, is heard.
Pride of his sister-wives, the monarch stalks ; * The word intake is local, and signifies a mountain inclosure.
B“ Vivid rings of green.”—GREENWOOD's Poem on Shooung. + Ghyll is also, I believe, a term confined to this country:
11 - Down the rough slope the ponderous wagon rings."Glen, ghyll, and dingle, have the same meaning.
BEATTIE . The reader who has made the tour of this country will "Dolcemente feroce."— Tasso. — In this description of the recognise, in this description, the features which characterise cock, I remembered a spirited one of the same animal in l'Agnthe lower waterfall in the grounds of Rydale.
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spur-clad his nervous feet, and firm his tread; Anon, in order mounts a gorgeous show
Of horsemen shadows winding to and fro;
And now the van reflects the solar beam,
Lost gradual, o'er the heights in pomp they go,
Now, while the solemn evening shadows sail
And, fronting the bright west, yon oak entwines, I love to mark the quarry's moving trains,
Its darkening boughs and leaves, in stronger lines, Dwarf-panniered steeds, and men, and numerous wains; How pleasant near the tranquil lake to stray How busy the enormous hive within,
Where winds the road along a secret bay; While Echo dallies with the various din !
By rills that tumble down the woody steeps, Some (hardly heard their chisels' clinking sound) And run in transport to the dimpling deeps; Toil, sınal) as pigmies in the gulf profound;
Along the “wild meandering shore” to view Sonne, dim between the aërial cliffs descried,
Obsequious Grace the winding Swan pursue: O'erwalk the slender plank from side to side; He swells his lifted chest, and backward flings These, by the pale-blue rocks that ceaseless ring, His bridling neck between his towering wings; Glad from their airy baskets hang and sing.
In all the majesty of ease, divides
And, glorying, looks around the silent tides;
On as he floats, the silvered waters glow,
Proud of the varying arch and moveless form of snow
While tender cares and mid demestic Loves,
With furtive watch, pursue her as she moves; l'hat fings its image on the pictured deep.
The female with a meeker charm succeeds, Cross the calm lake's blue shades the cliffs aspire,
And her brown little-ones around her leads, With towers and woods a “prospect all on fire;"
Nibbling the water-lilies as they pass, The coves and secret hollows, through a ray
Or playing wanton with the floating grass. Of fainter gold, a purple gleam betray ;
She, in a mother's care, her beauty's pride The gilded turf invests with richer green
Forgets, unwearied watching every side ;
She calls them near, and with affection sweet
Alternately relieves their weary feet;
Alternately they mount her back, and rest
Close by her mantling wings' embraces prest. / Waving his hat, the shepherd, from the vale, Directs his winding dog the cliffs to scale,
Long may ye
these floods serenc; That
, barking busy, 'mid the glittering rocks, Yours be these holms untrodden, still, and green, Ulants , where he points , the intercepted focks.
Whose leafy shades fence off the blustering gale, Where caks o'erhang the road the radiance shoots
Where breathes in peace the lily of the vale. Oo tawny earth, wild weeds, and twisted roots;
Yon Isle, which feels not even the milk-maid's feet, The Druid stones their lighted fane unfold,
Yet hears her song, “ by distance made more sweet," And all the babbling brooks are liquid gold;
Yon isle conceals your home, your cottage bower, Sunk to a curve, the day-star lessens still,
Fresh water-rushes strew the verdant floor; Gives one bright glance, and drops behind the hill.*
Long grass and willows form the woven wall,
And swings above the roof the poplar tall. In these secluded vales, if village fame,
Thence issuing often with unwieldy stalk, Confirmed by silver hairs, belief may claim;
With broad black feet ye crush your flowery walk; When up the hills, as now, retired the light,
Or, from the neighbouring water, hear at morn Strange apparitions mocked the gazer's sight.
The hound, the horses' tread, and mellow horn; A desperate form appears, that spurs his steed Involve your serpent necks in changeful rings, Ilong the midway cliffs with violent speed;
Rolled wantonly between your slippery wings, lahust pursues his lengthened flight, while all
+ See a description of an appearance of this kind in Clarke's Attend, at every stretch, his headlong fall.
Survey of the Lakes, accompanied by vouchers of its veracity. * From Thornson. See Scott's Critical Essays.
that may amuse the reader.
Or, starting up with noise and rude delight,
Soft o'er the surface creep those lustres pale Force half upon the wave your cumbrous flight. Tracking the fitful motions of the gale.
With restless interchange at once the bright Fair Swan! by all a mother's joys caressed,
Wins on the shade, the shade upon the light. Haply some wretch has eyed, and called thee blessed;
No favoured eye was e'er allowed to gaze The while upon some sultry summer's day
On lovelier spectacle in faery days; She dragged her babes along this weary way;
When gentle Spirits urged a sportive chase, Or taught their limbs along the burning road
Brushing with lucid wands the water's face; A few short steps to totter with their load.
While music, stealing round the glimmering dees I see her now, denied to lay her head,
Charmed the tall circle of the enchanted steeps. On cold blue nights, in hut or straw-built shed, -The lights are vanished from the watery plains Turn to a silent smile their sleepy cry,
No wreck of all the pageantry remains. By pointing to a shooting star on high;
Unheeded night has overcome the vales:
On the dark earth, the baffled vision fails;
The lone black fir, forsakes the faded plain;
Lost in the thickened darkness, glimmers hoar; His father views that good, that kindly star;
And, towering from the sullen dark-brown mere, -Ah me! all light is mute amid the gloom,
Like a black wall, the mountain steeps appear.
Now o'er the soothed accordant heart we feel And fireless are the valleys far and wide,
A sympathetic twilight slowly steal, Where the brook brawls along the painful road,
And ever, as we fondly muse, we find Dark with bat-haunted ashes stretching broad,
The soft gloom deepening on the tranquil mind. Oft has she taught them on her lap to play
Stay! pensive, sadly-pleasing visions, stay! Delighted, with the glow-worm's harmless ray
Ah no! as fades the vale, they fade away: Tossed light from hand to hand; while on the ground Yet still the tender, vacant gloom remains ; Small circles of green radiance gleam around.
Still the cold cheek its shuddering tear retains. Oh! when the sleety showers her path assail,
The bird, who ceased, with fading light, to thres And roars between the hills the torrent gale.
Silent the hedge or steaming rivulet's bed, -No more her breath can thaw their fingers cold, From his gray re-appearing tower shall soon Their frozen arms her neck no more can fold ;
Salute with boding note the rising moon, Weak roof a cowering form two babes to shield,
Frosting with hoary light the pearly ground, And faint the fire a dying heart can yield !
And pouring deeper blue to Æther's bound;
And pleased her solemn pomp of clouds to fold
See, o'er the eastern hill, where darkness broods Thy breast their death-bed, coffined in thine arms.
O’er all its vanished dells, and lawns, and woods; Sweet are the sounds that mingle from afar, Where but a mass of shade the sight can trace, Heard by calm lakes, as peeps the folding star, She lifts in silence up her lovely face: Where the duck dabbles 'mid the rustling sedge, Above the gloomy valley flings her light, And feeding pike starts from the water's edge, Far to the western slopes with hamlets white Or the swan stirs the reeds, his neck and bill
And gives, where woods the chequered upland strew Wetting, that drip upon the water still;
To the green corn of summer autumn's hue.
Thus Hope, first pouring from her blessed horn
Her dawn, far lovelier than the Moon's own morn; Now, with religious awe, the farewell light Till higher mounted, strives in vain to cheer Blends with the solemn colouring of the night; The weary hills, impervious, blackening near ; Mid groves of clouds that crest the mountain's brow, -Yet does she still, undaunted, throw the while And round the West's proud lodge their shadows On darling spots remote her tempting smile.
throw, Like Una shining on her gloomy way,
-Even now she decks for me a distant scene, The half-seen form of Twilight roams astray; (For dark and broad the gulf of time between) Shedding, through paly loopholes mild and small, Gilding that cottage with her fondest ray, Gleams that upon the lake's still bosom fall,
(Sole bourn, sole wish, sole object of my way;