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"Our birth is but a sleep, and a forgetting : “ What though the radiance which was once so The soul that rises with us, our life's star,

Hath elsewhere known its setting,

Be now for ever taken from my sight,
And cometh from afar;

Though nothing can bring back the hour
Not in entire forgetfulness,

Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; And not in atter nakedness,

We will grieve not, rather ind
But trailing clouds of glory do we come

Strength in what remains behind,
From God that is our home:

In the primal sympathy
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!

Which having been must ever be, Shades of the prison-house begin to close

In the soothing thoughts that spring Upon the growing Boy,

Out of human suffering, But he beholds the light, and whence it flows,

In the faith that looks through death, He sees it in his joy;

In years that bring the philosophic mind. : The Youth that daily farther from the east And oh ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Must travel, still is Nature's priest,

Think not of any severing of our loves !
And by the vision splendid

Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;
Is on his way attended ;

I only have relinquish'd one delight At length the Man perceives it die away,

To live beneath your more habitual sway. And fade into the light of common day."

I love the Brooks which down their channels fret,

Even more than when I tripp'd lightly as they ; is. But the following is the noblest pas- The innocent brightness of a new-born Day sage of the whole; and such an out

Is lovely yet; pouring of thought and feeling-such a The Clouds that gather round the setting sun piece of inspired philosophy-we do not

Do take a sober colouring from an eye

That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; believe exists elsewhere in human lan

Another race hath been, and other palms are won, guage :

Thanks to the human heart by which we live,

Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, "O joy † that in our embers

To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Is something that doth live,

Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears."
That natüre yet remembers
What was so fugitive!

The genius of the poet, which thus The thought of our past years in me doth breed

dignifies and consecrates the abstracPerpetual benedictions: not indeed

tions of our nature, is scarcely less feliFor that which is most worthy to be blest; 'Delight and liberty, the simple creed

citous in its pictures of society at large, of Childhood, whether fluttering or at rest, and in its philosophical delineations of With new-born hope for ever in his breast : the characters and fortunes of indiviNot for these I raise

dual man.

Seen through the holy meThe song of thanks and praise ;

dium of his imagination, all things apBut for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things,

pear“ bright and solemn and serene” Fallings from us, vanishings;

the asperities of our earthly condition Blank misgivings of a Creature

are softened away and the most gentle Moying about in worlds not realiz'd,

and evanescent of its hues gleam and High instincts, before which our mortal Nature tremble over it. He delights to trace Did tremble like a guilty Thing surpriz'd: But for those first affections,

out those ties of sympathy by which Those shadowy recollections,

the meanest of beings are connected Which, be they what they may, with the general heart. He touches Are yet the fountain light of all our day,

the delicate strings by which the great Are yet a master light of all our seeing;

family of man are bound together, and Uphold us, cherish us, and make

thence draws forth sounds of choicest Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake,

music. He makes us partake of those To perish never ;

joys which are “ spread through the Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, earth to be caught in stray gifts by whoNor Man nor Boy,

ever will find” them-discloses the hidNor all that is at enmity with joy,

den wealth of the soul--finds beauty every Can utterly abolish or destroy !

where, and “good in every thing." He Hence, in a season of calin weather, 'Though inland far we be,

draws character with the softest pencil, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea

and shades it with the pensive tints of Which brought us hither,

gentlest thought. The pastoral of The Can in a moment travel thither,

Brothers--the story of Michael-and And see the Children sport upon the shore,

the sweet histories in the Excursion And hear the miglity waters rolling evermore."

which the priest gives while standing After this rapturous flight the author among the rustic graves of the churchthus leaves to repose on the quiet lap of yard, among the mountains, are full of humanity, and soothes us with a strain exquisite portraits, touched and softenof such mingled solemnity and tender ed by a divine imagination which huness, as

might make angels weep :" man love inspires, He rejoices also to

exhibit that holy process by which the . Nor less to feed voluptuous thoughts 1,11 influences of creation are 'shed abroad

The beauteous forms of Nature waonght, i.

Fair trees and lovely flowers; in the beart, to excite, to mould, or to

The breezes their own languor lent ; soften. We select the following stanzas

The stars had feelings which they sent from many passages of this kind of

-44 Into those gorgeous bowers. equal beauty, because in the fantasy of

Yet in his worst pursuits, I ween nature's making a lady of her own," That sometimes there did intervene the object of the poet is necessarily Pure hopes of high intent: developed with more singleness than

For passions link'd to forms as fair where reference is incidentally made to

And stately, needs must bave their share

Of noble sentiment." the effect of scenery on the mind :

We can do little more than enume“ Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, a lovelier flower

rate those pieces of narrative and chaOn earth was never sown;

racter, which we esteem the best in This child I to myself will take,

their kind of our author's works, . The She shall be mine, and I will make

old Cumberland Beggar is one of those A lady of my own!

which linger most tenderly on our meMyself will to the darling be

mories. The poet here takes almost Both law and impulse: and with me The girl, in rock and plain,

the lowliest of his species-an aged In earth and heaven, in glade and lower,

Inendicant, one of the last of that class Shall feel an overseeing power,

who made regular circuits amidst the To kindle or restrain.

cottages of the north-and after a vivid She shall be sportive as the fawn,

picture of his frame bent with years, of That wild with glee across the lawn

his slow motion and decayed senses, he Or up the mountain springs;

asserts him not divorced from goodAnd her's shall be tbe breathing balm, And her's the silence and the calm

traces out the gentle links which bind Of mute insensate things.

him to his fellows and shews the beThe floating clouds their state shall lend nefit which even he can diffuse in his To her; for her the willow bend;

rounds, while he serves as a record to Nor shall she fail to see

bind together past deeds and offices of Even in the motions of the storm

charity-compels to acts of love by“ zhe Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy.

mild necessity of use" those whose hearts

would otherwise harden-gives to the The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean on air

young “ the first mild touch of sympathy In many a secret place

and thought, in which they find their Where rivulets dance their wayward round, kindred with a world where want and And beauty born of murmuring sound

sorrow are”-and enables even the poor Shall pass into her face!"

to taste the joy of bestowing. This But we must break off to give a pas- last blessing is thus set forth and illussage in a bolder and most passionate trated by a precious example of selfstrain, which represents the effect of the denying goodness and cheerful hope, tropical grandeur and voluptuousness which is at once more tear-moving and of 'nature on a wild and fiery spiritmat more sublime than the finest things in once awakening and half-redeeming its Cowper :irregular desires. It is from the poem

-"Man is dear to man; the poorest poor of “Ruth,”-a piece where the most

Long for some moments in a weary life profound of human aflections is dis

When they can know and feel that they have been, closed amidst the richest imagery, and Themselves, the fathers and the dealers out incidents of wild romance are told with Of some small blessings; have been kind to such a Grecian purity of expression. The

As needed kindness, for this single cause,

That we have all of us one human heart, impulses of a beautiful and daring youth —such pleasure is to one kind being known, are thus represented as inspired by In

My neighbour, when with punctual care, each week dian scenery:

Duly as Friday comes, though prest herself “ The wind, the tempest roaring high,

With her own wants, she from her chest of meal The tumult of a tropic sky,

Takes one unsparing handful for the serip Might well be dangerous food

Of this old mendicant, and, from her door For him, a youth to whom was given

Returning with invigorated heart, So much of earth, so much of heaven,

Sits by her fire, and builds her hope in Heaven." And such impetuous blood.

Then, in the Excursion, there is the Whatever in those climes he found

story of the Ruined Cottage, with is Irregular in sight or sound,

admirable gradations, more painful than Did to his mind impart A kindred impulse, seem'd allied

the pathetic narratives of its author To his own powers, and justitied

usually are, yet not without redeeming The worki::ss of liis heart,

traits of sweetness, and i reconciling

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spirit which takes away its sting. There, To keep two hearts together that began!' too, is the intense Iristory of the Soli- Their spring-time with one love, and that have need tary's sorrows—there the story of the

of inutual pity and forgiveness, sweet wat

To grant, or be received, while that poor bird, Hanoverian and the Jacobite, who learn

- come and hear him! Thou who hast' to me ed to snatch a sympathy from their bit-, Been faitliless, hear him, though a lowly creature, ter disputings, grew old in controversy One of God's simple children that yet know not and in friendship, and were buried side The universal Parent, how he gings by side—there the picture of Oswald,

As if he wish'd the firmament of Heaven the gifted and generous and graceful of his triumphant constancy and love;

Should listen, and give back to him the voice hero of the mountain solitude, who was

The proclamation that he makes, how far cut off in the blossom of his youth His darkness doth transcend our fickle liglat !" there the record of that pleasurable sage, Such was the tender passage, not by me whose house death, after forty years of Repeated without loss of simple phrase, forbearance, visited with thronging Which I perused, even as the words had been summonses, and took off his family

Committed by forsaken Ellen's hand

To the blank margin of a Valentine, one after the other, “ with intervals of

Bedropp'd with tears." peace," till he too, with cheerful Thoughts about him, was “ overcome by of ill-fated love, we may contrast the

With these tear-moving expressions unexpected sleep in one blest moment, and as he lay on the “ warın lap of his its early bloom, from the tale of Van

following rich picture of the affection in mother-earth,” “ gathered to his fa- dracour and Julia, which will shew how thers." There are those fine vestiges, delightedly the poet might have linger, and yet finer traditions and conjec, ed in the luxuries of amatory song, had tures, of the good knight Şir Alfred he not chosen rather to brood over the Irthing, the " mild-hearted champion” whole world of sentiment and paswho had retired in Elizabeth's days

sion :to a retreat among the hills, and had drawn around him a kindred and a

With half the wonders that were wrought for him. family. Of him nothing remained but

Earth breathed in one great presence of the spring; a genıle fame in the hearts of the vil- life turn’d the meanest of her implements lagers, an uncouth monumental stone Before his eyes to price above all gold; grafted on the church-walls, which the The house she dwelt in was a sainted shrine; sagest antiquarian might muse over in

The portal of the dawn; all paradise vain, and his name engraven in a wreath

Could, by the simple opening of a door, or posy around three bells with which

Let itself in upon him; pathways, walks, he had endowed the spire. “So,” ex Swarn'd with enchantment, till his spirit sank, claims the poet, in strains as touching Surcharged, within him,-overblest to move and majestic as ever were breathed over Beneath a sun that walks a weary world

To ils dull round of ordinary cares ; the transitory grandeur of carth

A man too happy for mortality.” “ So fails, so languishes, grows dim and dies,

Perhaps the highest instance of All that this world is proud of. From their spheres The stars of human glory are cast down;

Wordsworth's imaginative faculty, exPerish the roses, and the flowers of kings,

erted in a tale of human fortunes, is to Princes and emperors, and the crowns and palms be found in “ The White Doe of RylOf all the mighty, withered, and consumed.”

stone.” He has here succeeded in two In the Excursion, too, is the exquisite distinct efforts, the results of which are tale of Poor Ellen-a seduced and for yet in entire harmony. He has shewn saken girl—from which we will give one the gentle spirit of a high-born maiden affecting incident, scarcely to be match gathering strength and purity from sored, for truth and beauty, through the row, and finally after the destruction of many. sentimental poems and tales which

her family, and amidst the ruin of her have been founded on a similar woe : paternal domains, consecrated by suf" --Beside the cottage in which Ellen dwelt fering. He has also here, by the introStands a tall ash-tree; to whose topmost twig duction of that lovely wonder, the faA Thrush resorts, and annually chaunts,

vourite doe of his heroine, at once linkAt morn and evening from that nated perch, While all the undergrove is thick with leaves,

ed the period of his narrative to that of A time-beguiling ditty, for delight

its events, and softened down the sadOf his fond partner, silent in the nest.

dest catastrophe and the most exquisite —Ah why,' said Ellen, sighing to herself, of mortal agonies.

A gallant chief- Why do not words, and kiss, and solemn pledge;

tain, one of the goodliest pillars of And nature that is kind in Woman's breast,

the olden time, falls, with eight of And reason that in Man is wise and good, And fear of Him who is a righteous Judge,


in a hopeless contest for Why do not these prevail for human life,

the religion to which they were de

Her chamber window did surpass

in glory


voted--the ninth, who followed them elements in the human soul, and bringunarmed, is slain while he strives to ing before us the eldest wisdom which bear away, for their sake, the banner was embodied in their shapes, and speewhich he had abjured—the sole survi- dily forgotten by their worshippers. vor, a helpless woman, is left to wander Thus, among " the palpable array of desolate about the silent halls and tan- sense," does he discover hints of immor. gled glades, once witnesses of her joyous tal life-thus does he transport us back infancy—and yet all this variety of grief more than twenty centuries and enis rendered mild and soothing by the able us to enter into the most mysteriinfluences of the imagination of the ous and far-reaching hopes of a Grecian poet. The doe which first with its votary :quiet sympathy excited relieving tears

-"A Spirit hung, in its' forsaken mistress, which fol- Beautiful region ! o'er thy Towns and Farms, lowed her a gentle companion through Statues, and Temples, and memorial Tombs; all her mortal wanderings, and which And emanations were perceived, and acts years after made Sabbath visits to her of immortality, in Nature's course,

Exemplified by mysteries, that were felt grave, is like the spirit of nature personi- As bonds, on grave Philosopher imposed fied to heal, to bless, and to elevate. And armed Warrior; and in every grore, All who have read the poem aright, will A gay or pensive tenderness prevail'd feel prepared for that apotheosis which When piety more awful had relax'd. the poet has reserved for this radiant -Take, running River, take these locks of mine, being, and will recognize the imaginative My vow fulfilling, do 1 here present,

Thus would the votary say this sever'd hait, truth of that bold figure, by which the Thankful for my beloved child's return. decaying towers of Bolton are made to Thy banks, Cephisus, he again hath trod, smile upon its form, and to attest its un- Thy murmurs heard; and drunk the crystal lymph

With which thou dost refresh the thirsty lip, i earthly relations :

And moisten all day long these flowery fields." “ There doth the gentle creature lie

Aad doubtless, sometimes, when the hair was sled With these adversities unmoved;

Upon the flowing stream, a thought arose Calm spectacle, by earth and sky

Of life continuous, Being unimpair'd, In their benignity approved !

That hath been, is, and where it was and is And aye, methinks, this hoary pile,

There shall be---seen, and heard, and felt, and Subdued by outrage and decay,

known, Looks down upon her with a smile,

And recognized.--existence unexposed A gracious smile, that seems to say,

To the blind walk of mortal accident; • Thou art not a Child of Time,

From diminution free, and weakening age, But daughter of the eternal Prime !"

While man grows old, and dwindles, and decays; Although Wordsworth chiefly de- And countless generations of mankind lights in these humanities of poetry, he Depart: and leave no vestige where they trora has shewn that he possesses feelings to We must now bring this long article appreciate and power to grasp the noblest to a close--and yet how small a portion of classic fictions. No one can read his of our author's beauties have we even Dion, his Laodamia, and the most ma- hinted ! We have passed over the clear jestic of his sonnets, without perceiving majesty of the poem of " Hart leap that he has power to endow the state- well”--the lyrical grandeur of the Feast liest shapes of old mythology with new of Brougham Castle—the masculine life, and to diffuse about them a new energy and delicate grace of the Sonnets glory. Hear him, for example, break- which with the exception perhaps of ing forth, with holy disdain of the one or two of Warton and of Milton worldly spirit of the time, into this sub- far exceed all others in our languagelime apostrophe :

“The Waggoner," that fine and hearty " Great God! I'd rather be

concession of a water-drinker to the A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn:

joys of wine and the light-hearted solly So might I, standing on some pleasant lee, which it inspires—and numbers of Have glimpses which might make me less forlorn; smaller poems and ballads, which to Have sight of Proteus coming from the sea,

the superficial observer may seem only

like woodland şprings, but in which But he has chosen rather to survey, who ponders intently will discern the the majesties of Greece, with the eye of breakings forth of an under-current of a philosopher as well as of a poet. He thought and feeling which is silently reviews them with emotions equally re- Aowing beneath him. We trust, how mote from pedantry and from intolerance ever, we have written or rather quoted -regarding not only the grace and the enough to induce such of our readers loveliness of their forms, but their sym- hitherto have despised the poet on the

as bolical meaning-tracing them to their faith of base or ignorant criticism to

Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn !"


read him for themselves, especially as cline as the species advances. Instead by the recent appearance of the Excur- of tracing out the lineaments of the síon in octavo, and the arrangement of image of God indelibly impressed on the minor poems in four small volumes, the soul, they have painted the deforthe whole of his poetical works are mities which may obscure them for a placed within their reach. If he has while but can never utterly destroy little popularity with the multitude, he them. Vice, which is the accident of is rewarded by the intense veneration our nature, has been their theme instead and love of the finest spirits of the age of those affections which are its groundNot only Coleridge, Lloyd, Southey, work and essence. “ Yet a little space, Wilson, and Lamb-with whom his and that which men call evil is no name has been usually connected—but more!" Yet a little space, and those almost all the living poets have paid wild emotions—those 'horrid deeds eloquent homage to his genius. He is those strange aberrations of the soul loved by Montgomery, Cornwall, and on which some gifted bards have deRogers-revered by the author of Wa- lighted to dwell, will fade away like the verley-ridiculed and pillaged by Lord phantoms of a feverish dream. Then Byron! Jeffrey, if he begins an article will poetry, like that of Wordsworth, on his greatest work with the pithy which even now is the harbinger of a sentence this will never do,” glows serener day, be felt and loved and held even while he criticises, and before he in undying honour. The genius of a closes, though he came like Balaam to poet who has chosen this high and pure curse, like him “blesses altogether.” career, too, will proceed in every stage of Innumerable essays, serinons, speeches, being, seeing that “it is a thing immortal poeins-even of those who profess to as himself,” and that it was ever inspired despise him—are tinged by his fancy by affections which cannot die while and adorned by his expressions. And the human heart shall endure. The there are no small number of young holy bard even in brighter worlds hearts, which have not only been en- will feel, with inconceivable delight, riched but renovated by his poetry, the connection between his earthly which he has expanded, purified, and and celestial being - live along the exalted—and to which he has given golden lines of sentiment and thought the means of high communion with back to the most delicious moments the good and the pure throughout the of his contemplations here—and reuniverse. These, equal at least in joice in the recognition of those joys number to the original lovers of Shaks- of which he had tastes and intima. peare or of Milion, will transmit his tions on earth. Then shall he see the infame to kindred spirits, and whether it most soul of his poetry disclosed-grasp shall receive or be denied the honour of as assured realities the gorgeous visions fashion, it will ever be cherished by the of his infancy-feel "the burthen of purest of earthly minds, and connected the mystery of all this unimaginable with the most majestic and undecaying world,” which were lightened to him of nature's scenery.

here dissolved away—see the prophetic Too many of our living poets have workings of his imagination realized seemed to take pride in building their exult while “pain and anguish and the fame on the sands. They have chosen wormy grave," which here were to him for their subjects the diseases of the “shapes of a dream,” are utterly banishheart—the sad anomalies of humanity ed from the view—and listen to the full -the turbulent and guilty passions chorus of that universal harmony whose which are but for a season. Their re

first notes he here delighted to awaken! nown, therefore, must necessarily de

T. N. T.


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