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P. 443. PROTEST AGAINST THE BALLOT. 1838:-Published only in the collected Sonnets, 1838, and a Supplement to the collective edd., issued in 1839. Cp. Said Secrecy to Cowardice and Fraud, vol. 11. p. 386.

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P. 443. A POET TO HIS GRANDCHILD, Sequel to A Plea for Authors': Cp. vol. 1. p. 476. This sonnet was published only, like the last, in 1838 and 1839.

P. 444. ON A PORTRAIT OF ISABELLA FENWICK, PAINTED BY Margaret GILLIES. Rydal Mount, New Year's Day, 1840:-This and the following were first published in Christopher Wordsworth's Memoirs of William Wordsworth.

P. 445. ОH BOUNTY WITHOUT MEASURE, WHILE THE GRACE. 7th April 1840. My 70th Birthday:-Sent to Crabb Robinson. First published by Prof. Knight.

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P. 445. WHEN SEVERN'S SWEEPING FLOOD HAD OVERTHROWN.' Rydal Mount, Jan. 23, 1842:-Published, with poems by James Montgomery and two others, in 1842 to aid in the erection of a church at Cardiff.

P. 446. THE EAGLE AND THE DOVE. Published 1842:-The Eagle and the Dove was contributed to a volume published in honour of the royalist students of the college at Vannes who revolted against Napoleon in 1815; La Petite Chouannerie, ou Histoire d'un Collège Breton sous l'Empire, 1842. Landor and others contributed to the volume.

P. 447. ODE ON THE INSTALLATION OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS PRINCE ALBERT AS CHANCELLOR OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE, JULY 6, 1847: -This Ode was published in the newspapers as 'written for the occasion by the Poet Laureate, by royal command.' But Prof. Knight says:'There is no evidence, however, that Wordsworth wrote a single line of it.' It has been attributed to Christopher Wordsworth and to Edward Quillinan. Perhaps all three had a hand in it. Wordsworth was suffering much in spirits at the time, especially from the illness of his daughter, Dora Quillinan, who, as a matter of fact, died on July 9, three days after the performance of this Ode.

APPENDIX: POEMS OF 1793

P. 450. I follow Prof. Dowden and Mr. Hutchinson in reprinting these two poems in their original form, the alterations in subsequent editions being so great. Prof. Knight follows the same plan with regard to the Descriptive Sketches only.

P. 451. AN EVENING WALK, 1. 29. April tear:-Prof. Legouis points out that April tear' is taken from Lady Winchelsea's 'But Aprildrops our tears,' in Life's Progress.

P. 452, 1. 81. Visto:-This version of the word 'vista' is found occasionally. The Cent. Dict. quotes Gay, To a Young Lady:

Then all beside each glade and visto

You'd see nymphs lying like Calisto.

P. 456, l. 254. The text of 1793 gives 'Minden's charnel plain'; but the list of errata in that ed. gives 'Bunker's charnel hill.'

DESCRIPTIVE SKETCHES

P. 463, 1. 9. The original text has, 'Where Silence, on her night of wing, o'erbroods.' I have, with great reluctance, altered the text, because I feel quite convinced that, even in his earliest days, Wordsworth would not have written an expression so devoid of meaning. If the phrase 'night of wing' could mean 'night made by the overshadowing wing of Silence,' still silence could not conceivably be spoken of as 'on' such a night: whereas on her wing of night' is an obvious and harmless expression.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

A barking sound the Shepherd hears

A Book came forth of late, called PETER BELL
A bright-haired company of youthful slaves
Abruptly paused the strife ;-the field throughout
A dark plume fetch me from yon blasted yew
Adieu, Rydalian Laurels! that have grown
Advance come forth from thy Tyrolean ground
Aerial Rock-whose solitary brow
A famous man is Robin Hood

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Affections lose their objects; Time brings forth
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
A genial hearth, a hospitable board
A German Haggis from receipt

Age! twine thy brows with fresh spring flowers
Ah, think how one compelled for life to abide
Ah, when the Body, round which in love we clung
Ah! where is Palafox? Nor tongue nor pen
Ah why deceive ourselves! by no mere fit
Aid, glorious Martyrs, from your fields of light
Alas! what boots the long laborious quest
'A little onward lend thy guiding hand
All praise the Likeness by thy skill portrayed
A love-lorn Maid, at some far-distant time
Ambition-following down this far-famed slope
Amid a fertile region green with wood
Amid the smoke of cities did you pass
Amid this dance of objects sadness steals
Among a grave fraternity of Monks

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Among all lovely things my Love had been

Among the dwellers in the silent fields .

Among the dwellings framed by birds

Among the mountains were we nursed, loved Stream

A month, sweet Little-ones, is past

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And what is Penance with her knotted thong
And what melodious sounds at times prevail

Another year!-another deadly blow

A Pilgrim, when the summer day

An Orpheus! an Orpheus! yes, Faith may grow bold

A pen-to register; a key

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A plague on your languages, German and Norse
A pleasant music floats along the Mere
A Poet!-He hath put his heart to school
A point of life between my Parent's dust
Army of Clouds! ye wingèd Host in troops
A Rock there is whose homely front

A Roman Master stands on Grecian ground
Around a wild and woody hill
Arran! a single-crested Teneriffe
Art thou a Statist in the van

Art thou the bird whom Man loves best

As faith thus sanctified the warrior's crest

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A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain

At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears
Avaunt all specious pliancy of mind
Avaunt this economic rage!

A voice from long-expecting thousands sent

A volant Tribe of Bards on earth are found

Avon-a precious, an immortal name

A weight of awe not easy to be borne
A whirl-blast from behind the hill

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A winged Goddess-clothed in vesture wrought
A Youth too certain of his power to wade

Bard of the Fleece, whose skilful genius made
Beaumont ! it was thy wish that I should rear
Before I see another day

Before the world had passed her time of youth
'Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf.
Beguiled into forgetfulness of care

Behold an emblem of our human mind

Behold a pupil of the monkish gown

Behold her, single in the field

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Behold, within the leafy shade

'Beloved vale!' I said, 'when I shall con
Beneath the concave of an April sky
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
Beneath yon eastern ridge, the craggy bound
Be this the chosen site; the virgin sod
Between two sister moorland rills.
Bishops and Priests, blessed are ye, if deep

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Black Demons hovering o'er his mitred head

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Bold words affirmed, in days when faith was strong
Brave Schill! by death delivered, take thy flight
Bright Flower! whose home is everywhere
Broken in fortune, but in mind entire

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Brook! whose society the Poet seeks
Bruges I saw attired with golden light
But Cytherea, studious to invent

But here no cannon thunders to the gale
But liberty, and triumphs on the Main .
But, to outweigh all harm, the Sacred Book
But, to remote Northumbria's royal Hall

But what if One, through grove or flowery mead

But whence came they who for the Saviour Lord
By a blest Husband guided, Mary came

By antique Fancy trimmed-though lowly, bred

By Art's bold privilege Warrior and War-horse stand

By chain yet stronger must the Soul be tied.

By Moscow self-devoted to a blaze

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By playful smiles, alas! too oft

By such examples moved to unbought pains
By their floating mill

By vain affections unenthralled

Call not the royal Swede unfortunate

Calm as an under-current, strong to draw
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel
Calm is the fragrant air, and loth to lose
Calvert! it must not be unheard by them
'Change me, some God, into that breathing rose
Chatsworth! thy stately mansion and the pride
Child of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream
Child of the clouds! remote from every taint
Clarkson! it was an obstinate hill to climb
Closing the Sacred Book which long has fed.
Clouds, lingering yet, extend in solid bars
Coldly we spake. The Saxons, overpowered
Come, gentle Sleep, Death's image tho' thou art
Come ye-who, if (which Heaven avert !) the Land
Companion! by whose buoyant Spirit cheered
Complacent Fictions were they, yet the same
Critics, right honourable Bard, decree.

Dark and more dark the shades of evening fell
Darkness surrounds us; seeking, we are lost
Days passed-and Monte Calvo would not clear
Days undefiled by luxury or sloth.

Dear be the Church, that, watching o'er the needs
Dear Child of Nature, let them rail

Dear Fellow-travellers! think not that the Muse

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