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Feb. 6, 1805
THE PRELUDE; OR, GROWTH OF A POET'S MIND.
The Small Celandine, 1804 ..
Not without heavy grief of heart did He...... 459
Residence in London
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POEMS WRITTEN IN YOUTH......
AN EVENING WALK
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ODE. INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY
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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.