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He paced along; and, pensively,
Fire raged, -and when the spangled floor Halting beneath a shady tree,
Of ancient ether was no more, Whose moss-grown root might serve for New heavens succeeded, by the dream couch or seat,
brought forth : Fixed on a star his upward eye ;
And all the happy souls that rode Then, from the tenant of the sky
Transfigured through that fresh abode, He turned, and watched with kindred look, Had heretofore, in humble trust, A glow-worm, in a dusky nook,
Shone meekly 'mid their native dust, Apparent at his feet.
The glow-worms of the earth! The murmur of a neighbouring stream
This knowledge, from an angel's voice Induced a soft and slumbrous dream,
Proceeding, made the heart rejoice A pregnant dream, within whose shadowy Of him who slept upon the open lea: bounds
Waking at morn he murmured not; He recognised the earth-born star, And, till life's journey closed, the spot And that which glittered from afar ;
Was to the pilgrim's soul endeared, And (strange to witness !) from the frame
Where by that dream he had been cheered Of the ethereal orb, there came
Beneath the shady tree. Intelligible sounds.
Much did it taunt the humbler light
HINT FROM THE MOUNTAINS That now, when day was fled, and night Hushed the dark earth-fast closing weary FOR CERTAIN POLITICAL PRETENDERS.
eyes, A very reptile could presume
“Who but hails the sight with pleasure To show her taper in the gloom,
When the wings of genius rise, As if in rivalship with one
Their ability to measure Who sate a ruler on his throne
With great enterprise ; Erected in the skies.
But in man was ne'er such daring
As yon hawk exhibits, pairing Exalted star !" the worm replied,
His brave spirit with the war in "Abate this unbecoming pride,
The stormy skies !
“Mark him, how his power he uses,
Clouds and utter glooms!
There he wheels in downward mazes;
Catches fire, as seems, and blazes “But not for this do I aspire
With uninjured plumes !"
“Stranger, 'tis no act of courage What favours do attend me here,
Which aloft thou dost discern; Till, like thyself, I disappear
No bold bird gone forth to forage Before the purple dawn.
'Mid the tempest stern;
But such mockery as the nations
Lift men from their native stations,
Soaring on undaunted wing
(So you fancied) is by nature Cast headlong to the pit !
A dull helpless thing,
Dry and withered, light and yellow;
Its endeavouring !"
ON SEEING A NEEDLECASE IN
THE FORM OF A HARP,
THE WORK OF E. M. S.
FROWNs are on every muse's face,
Reproaches from their lips are sent,
That mimickry should thus disgrace “Pleasure is spread through the earth
The noble instrument.
A very harp in all but size!
Needles for strings in apt gradation! Behold yon prisoners three,
Minerva's self would stigmatize The miller with two dames, on the breast
The unclassic profanation. of the Thames !
Arachne's rival spirit,
Though wrought in Vulcan's happiest mood,
Like station could not merit. To their mill where it floats, To their house and their mill tethered fast; To the small wooden isle where, their work And this, too, from the laureate's child, to beguile,
[given;- A living lord of melody!
To the refined indignity?
I spake, when whispered a low voice,
" Bard ! moderate your ire ; in the broad open eye of the solitary sky, Spirits of all degrees rejoice They dance,-there are three, as jocund as
In presence of the lyre.
Dwarf genii, moonlight-loving fays,
Have shells to fit their tiny hands
· Some, still more delicate of ear, And if they had care, it has scattered their
Have lutes (believe my words) While they dance, crying, “Long as ye
Whose frarnework is of gossamer,
While sunbeams are the chords.
“Gay sylphs this miniature will court, Yet mine is their glee!
Made vocal by their brushing wings, Thus pleasure is spread through the earth And sullen gnomes will learn to sport in stray gifts, to be claimed by whoever Around its polished strings; shall find;
[kind, Thus a rich loving-kindness, redundantly Moves all nature to gladness and mirth.
Whence strains to love-sick maiden dear,
While in her lonely bower she tries
To cheat the thought she cannot cheer,
By fanciful embroideries. If the wind do but stir for his proper delight, Each leaf, that and this, bis neighbour will "Trust, angry bard! a knowing sprite, kiss;
[his brother; Nor think the harp her lot deplores; Each wave, one and t'other, speeds after Though 'mid the stars the lyre shines bright, They are happy, for that is their right! Love stoops as fondly as he soars."
Happier, far happier is thy lot and ours ! ADDRESS TO MY INFANT
Even now-To solemnize thy helpless state, DAUGHTER,
And to enliven in the mind's regard ON BEING REMINDED, THAT SHE WAS A Resemblances, or contrasts, that connect,
Thy passive beauty-parallels have risen, MONTH OLD ON THAT DAY.
Within the region of a father's thoughts, Hast thou then survived, Thee and thy
mate and sister of the sky. Mild offspring of infirm humanity, And first;—thy sinless progress, through a Meek infant! among all forlornest things
world The most forlorn, one life of that bright star, By sorrow darkened and by care disturbed, The second glory of the heavens? Thou Apt likeness bears to hers, through gathered hast:
clouds, Already hast survived that great decay; Moving untouched in silver purity, That transformation through the wide earth And cheering oft-times their reluctant felt,
(stain: and by all nations. In that Being's sight Fair are ye both, and both are free from From whom the race of human kind proceed, But thou, how leisurely thou fill'st thy horn A thousand years are but as yesterday; With brightness !-- leaving her to post And one day's narrow circuit is to Him along, Not less capacious than a thousand years. And range about-disquieted in change, But what is time? What outward glory? And still impatient of the shape she wears. Neither
Once up, once down the hill, one journey, A measure is of Thee, whose claims extend babe, Through “heaven's eternal year."-Yet That will suffice thee; and it seems that now hail to thee,
(methinks, Thou hast fore-knowledge that such task Frail, feeble monthling !-by that name,
is thine; Thy scanty breathing-time is portioned out Thou travell'st so contentedly, and sleep'st Not idly. - Hadst thou been of Indian birth, In such a heedless peace. Alas! full soon Couched on a casual bed of moss and leaves, Hath this conception, grateful to behold, And rudely canopied by leafy boughs, Changed countenance, like an object sullied Or to the churlish elements exposed On the blank plains,—the coldness of the By breathing mist! and thine appears to be night,
A mournful labour, while to her is given Or the night's darkness, or its cheerful face Hope-and a renovation without end. Of beauty, by the changing moon adorned, That smile forbids the thought;—for on Would, with imperious admonition, then
(dawn, Have scored thine age, and punctually Smiles are beginning, like the beams of timed
To shoot and circulate;-smiles have there Thine infant history, on the minds of those been scen, Who might have wandered with thee.- Tranquil assurances that Heaven supports Mother's love,
The feeble motions of thy life, and cheers Nor less than mother's love in other breasts, Thy loneliness;--or shall those smiles be Will, among us warm clad and warmly called housed,
Feelers of love, -put forth as if to explore Do for thee what the finger of the heavens This untried world, and to prepare thy way Doth all too often harshly execute. Through a strait passage intricate and dim? For thy unblest coevals, amid wilds Such are they, - and the same are tokens, Where fancy hath small liberty to grace signs,
[arrived, The affections, to exalt them or.refine ; Which, when the appointed season hath And the maternal sympathy itself, Joy, as her holiest language, shall adopt; Though strong, is, in the main, a joyless tie And reason's godlike power be proud to Of naked instinct, wound about the heart.
Poems of the Imagination.
From the watch-towers of Helvellyn; Awed, delighted, and amazed:
THERE was a boy; ye knew him well, ye,
cliffs And islands of Winander! many a time, At evening, when the earliest stars began To move along the edges of the hills, Rising or setting, would he stand alone, Beneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake; And there, with fingers interwoven, both hands
(mouth Pressed closely palm to palm and to his Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, That they might answer him. And they
would shout Across the watery vale, and shout again, Responsive to his call, —with quivering peals,
[loud And long halloos, and screams, and echoes Redoubled and redoubled; concourse wild Of mirth and jocund din! And, when it
chanced That pauses of deep silence mocked his skill, Then, sometimes, in that silence, while he
hung Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain torrents; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven,
received Into the bosom of the steady lake. This boy was taken from his mates, and died
[old. In childhood, ere he was full twelve years Fair is the spot, most beautiful the vale Where he was born: the grassy church-yard
hangs Upon a slope above the village school; And through that church-yard when my
way has led At evening, I believe, that oftentimes A long half-hour together I have stood Mute-looking at the grave in which he
Potent was the spell that bound thee,
TO ON HER FIRST ASCENT TO THE SUMMIT
OF HELVELLYN. INMATE of a mountain-dwelling, Thou hast clomb aloft, and gazed,
TO THE CUCKOO. O BLITHE new-comer ! I have heard, I hear thee and rejoice. O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice? While I am lying on the gras Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off and near.
Though babbling only, to the vale, Built round by those white clouds, Of sunshine and of flowers,
enormous clouds, Thou bringest unto me a tale
Still deepens its unfathomable depth. Of visionary hours.
At length the vision closes ; and the mind,
Not undisturbed by the delight it feels, Thrice welcome, darling of the spring! Which slowly settles into peaceful calm, Even yet thou art to me
Is left to muse upon the solemn scene.
“Let me be allowed the aid of verse to describe Which made me look a thousand ways the evolutions which these visitants sometimes In bush, and tree, and sky.
perform, on a fine day towards the close of
winter."- Extract from the Author's Book on To seek thee did I often rove
the Lakes. Through woods and on the green ; MARK how the feathered tenants of the flood, And thou wert still a hope, a love; With grace of motion that might scarcely Still longed for, never seen.
Inferior to angelical, prolong (seem
Their curious pastime ! shaping in mid air And I can listen to thee yet ;
(And sometimes with ambitious wing that Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget
High as the level of the mountain tops) That golden time again.
A circuit ampler than the lake beneath,
Their own domain ;- but ever, while intent O blessed bird ! the earth we pace On tracing and retracing that large round, Again appears to be
Their jubilant activity evolves An unsubstantial faery place ;
Hundreds of curves and circles, to and fro, That is fit home for thee!
Upward and downward, progress intricate
Ten times, or more, I fancied it had ceased;
But lo! the vanished company again
Ascending ;-they approach—I hear their
(sound With a continuous cloud of texture close.
Faint, faint at first ; and then an eager Heavy and wan, all whitened by the moon, Past in a moment--and as faint again! Which through that veil is indistinctly seen, They tempt the sun to sport amid their A dull, contracted circle, yielding light
plumes ; So feebly spread, that not a shadow falls, Chequering the ground-from rock, plant, To show them a fair image ;-'tis them
They tempt the water, or the gleaming ice, tree, or tower.
(plain, At length a pleasant instantaneous gleam Startles the pensive traveller while he treads Painted more soft and fair as they descend
Their own fair forms, upon the glimmering His lonesome path, with unobserving eye. Bent earthwards : he looks up--the clouds Up with a sally and a flash of speed,
Almost to touch ;—then up again aloft, are split
As if they scorned both resting place and Asunder,--and above his head he sees
rest ! The clear moon, and the glory of the heavens.
YEW-TREES. There, in a black blue vault she sails along, Followed by multitudes of stars, that, small There is a yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, And sharp, and bright, along the dark abyss Which to this day stands single, in the midst Drive as she drives ;-how fast they wheel of its own darkness, as it stood of yore, away,
Not loth to furnish weapons for the bands Yet vanish not !-the wind is in the tree, Of Umfraville or Percy ere they marched But they are silent ;-still they roll along To Scotland's heaths; or those that crossed Immeasurably distant;-and the vault, the sca