« PreviousContinue »
INTENT on gathering wool from hedge and brake
March 8th, 1842.
TO THE REV, CHRISTOPHER WORDSWORTH, D.D.
MASTER OF HARROW SCHOOL,
Rydal Mount, Dec. 11, 1843.
A PLEA FOR AUTHORS, MAY 1838. Failing impartial measure to dispense
TO THE PLANET VENUS. To every suitor, Equity is lame;
Upon its approximation (as an Evening Star) to the Earth, Jan. 1838. And social Justice, stript of reverence
What strong allurement draws, what spirit guides, For natural rights, a mockery and a shame; Thee, Vesper! brightening still, as if the nearer Law but a servile dupe of false pretence,
Thou com’st to man's abode the spot grew dearer If, guarding grossest things from common claim Night after night? True is it Nature hides Now and for ever, She, to works that came Her treasures less and less.—Man now presides From mind and spirit, grudge a short-lived fence. In power, where once he trembled in his weakness; “ What ! lengthened privilege, a lineal tie, Science advances with gigantic strides ; For Books /” Yes, heartless Ones, or be it proved But are we aught enriched in love and meekness ? That 'tis a fault in Us to have lived and loved Aught dost thou see, bright Star! of pure and wise Like others, with like temporal hopes to die;
More than in humbler times graced human story; No public harm that Genius from her course
That makes our hearts more apt to sympathise Be turned; and streams of truth dried up, even at With heaven, our souls more fit for future glory, their source !
When earth shall vanish from our closing eyes,
WANSFELL !* this Household has a favoured lot, Closing the Volume of Sonpets published in 1838.
Living with liberty on thee to gaze, SERVING no haughty Muse, my hands have here To watch while Morn first crowns thee with her rays, Disposed some cultured Flowerets (drawn from spots Or when along thy breast serenely float Where they bloomed singly, or in scattered knots), Evening's angelic clouds. Yet ne'er a note Each kind in several beds of one parterre ; Hath sounded (shame upon the Bard !) thy praise Both to allure the casual Loiterer,
For all that thou, as if from heaven, hast brought And that, so placed, my Nurslings may requite Of glory lavished on our quiet days Studious regard with opportune delight,
Bountiful Son of Earth! when we are gone
From every object dear to mortal sight,
Thy visionary majesties of light,
How in thy pensive glooms our hearts found rest. Through It have won a passage to thy heart;
Dec. 24, 1842. Grant me thy love, I crave no other fee!
* The Hill that rises to the south-east, above Ambleside.
Who scorns a false utilitarian lure
Mid his paternal fields at random thrown? Waile beams of orient light shoot wide and high, Baffle the threat, bright Scene, from Orrest-head Deep in the vale a little rural Town *
Given to the pausing traveller's rapturous glance : Breathes forth a cloud-like creature of its own, Plead for thy peace, thou beautiful romance That mounts not toward the radiant morning sky, Of nature; and, if human hearts be dead, But, with a less ambitious sympathy,
Speak, passing winds; ye torrents, with your strong Hangs o'er its Parent waking to the cares And constant voice, protest against the wrong. Troubles and toils that every day prepares.
October 12th, 1844.
Proud were ye, Mountains, when, in times of old, With glorious forms in numberless array,
Your patriot sons, to stem invasive war, To the lone shepherd on the hills disclose
Intrenched your brows; ye gloried in each scar: Gleams from a world in which the saints repose.
Now, for your shame, a Power, the Thirst of Gold,
That rules o'er Britain like a baneful star, Jan 1, 1843.
Wills that your peace, your beauty, shall be sold,
And clear way made for her triumphal car IN
Through the beloved retreats your arms enfold ! a Temple, like a cloud
Heard ye that Whistle? As her long-linked Train Slowly surmounting some invidious hill, Rose out of darkness : the bright Work stood still ; Yes, ye were startled ;—and, in balance true,
Swept onwards, did the vision cross your view? And might of its own beauty have been proud,
Weighing the mischief with the promised gain, But it was fashioned and to God was vowed
Mountains, and Vales, and Floods, I call on you By Virtues that diffused, in every part,
To share the passion of a just disdain.
That Nature takes, her counter-work pursuing.
The flowers in pearly dews their bloom renewing ! Is then no nook of English ground secure
Thanks to the place, blessings upon the hour; From rash assault ?t Schemes of retirement sown
Even as I speak the rising Sun's first smile In youth, and mid the busy world kept pure
Gleams on the grass-crowned top of yon tall Tower As when their earliest flowers of hope were blown,
Whose cawing occupants with joy proclaim Must perish ;-how can they this blight endure?
Prescriptive title to the shattered pile And must he too the ruthless change bemoan
Where, Cavendish, thine seems nothing but a name!
AT FURNESS ABBEY.
ON THE PROJECTED KENDAL AND WINDERMERE
AT FURNESS ABBEY.
+ The degree and kind of attachment which many of the yeomanry feel to their small inheritances can scarcely be over-rated. Near the house of one of them stands a magnificent tree, which a neighbour of the owner advised him to fell for profit's sake. “ Fell it : " exclaimed the yeoman, “I had rather fall on my knees and worship it." It happens, I believe, that the intended railway would pass through this little property, and I hope that an apology for the answer will not be thought necessary by one who enters into the strength of the feeling.
Well have yon Railway Labourers to this ground
SEVEN YEARS AFTER HIS DEATH.
I Shiver, Spirit fierce and bold,
Strike pleasure dead,
Where Burns is laid.
And have I then thy bones so near,
I shrink with pain ;
Alike are vain.
The gentlest Shade that walked Elysian plains
Off weight-nor press on weight !-away
The tribute due
From mortal view.
Fresh as the flower, whose modest worth
For so it seems,
With matchless beams.
The piercing eye, the thoughtful brow,
The prompt, the brave,
And silent grave.