power, he stands nearest of all modern writers to Shakspeare and Milton; and yet in a kind perfectly unborrowed and his own. To employ his own words, which are at once an instance and an illustration, he does indeed to all thoughts and to all objects― The light that never was, on sea or land, I shall select a few examples as most obviously manifesting this faculty; but if I should ever be fortunate enough to render my analysis of Imagination, its origin and characters, thoroughly intelligible to the reader, he will scarcely open on a page of this poet's works without recognising, more or less, the presence and the influences of this faculty. From the poem on the YEW TREES,50 vol. i., page 303, 304. "But worthier still of note Are those fraternal Four of Borrowdale, Huge trunks!-and each particular trunk a growth Up-coiling, and inveterately convolved; Of boughs, as if for festal purpose, decked With unrejoicing berries-ghostly shapes May meet at noontide; FEAR and trembling HOPE, for how otherwise can we define her office? But this operation may be carried on, more or less, in subservience to the higher law of poetic creation, as it seems to me to be in The Danish Boy. S. C.] 49 [From Elegiac Stanzas. P. W., v., p. 311. S. C.] 50 [From Yew Trees. P. W., ii., p. 84. S. C.] 51 ["Pining umbrage "in all the editions. I have left my Father's substitution, as a curious instance of a possible different reading. "Piny shade" and "piny verdure" we read of in the poets; but "pinal" I believe is new. Pining, which has quite a different sense, is doubtless still better; but perhaps my Father's ear shrunk from it after the word "sheddings" at the beginning of the line. S. C.] SILENCE and FORESIGHT; DEATH, the Skeleton, To lie, and listen to the mountain flood Murmuring from Glazamara's inmost caves." The effect of the old man's figure in the poem of RESOLUTION AND INDEPENDENCE, vol. ii., page 33. "While he was talking thus, the lonely place, The Old Man's shape and speech all troubled me: S. C.] p. 186. "Even as a Dragon's "Earth has not anything Or the 8th, 9th, 19th, 26th, 31st, and 33d, in the collection of miscellaneous sonnets—the sonnet on the subjugation of Switzerland, page 210,54 or the last ode, from which .I especially 52 [P. W., ii., p. 123. Stanza xix. 53 ["Where lies the Land." Ib., iii., p. 33. Eye," p. 66. "O Mountain Stream !" iv., p. 20. to show more fair," iii., p. 78. "Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne," p. 30. "It is a beauteous Evening-calm and free." (Now"Air sleeps,-from strife or stir the clouds are free.") P. 32. S. C.] 54 ["Two voices are there." Ib. ib., The Sonnet "I heard (alas! 'twas only in a dream)" iii., p. 47, is a beautiful companion to " Methought I saw." I have sometimes amused myself with finding this sort of cognateness or companionable character amongst the sonnets of Mr. Wordsworth; as we play with a wreath of gems, placing them in many different lights and positions for the gratification of the eye, so, playing with these jewels of poetry I have coupled the splendid sonnet, "Fair Star of Evening," p.176,with that composed on Westminster bridge, p. 178;-" Two voices are there," ib., p. 186, with "Once did she hold the gorgeous earth in fee," ib., p. 180;-" The world is too much with us," ib., p. 35, with "I watch and long have watched,” ib., p. 46; and, not to trouble the reader with the whole of my match-making fan "It is not to be thought of," ib., p. 190, or "When I have borne cies in memory," ib., p. 191, with that truly majestic one, n -Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood: ib., p. 185, which begins with such a quiet gravity, and flows on so naturally into the excess of solemn grandeur. My father quoted this noble sonnet in The select the two following stanzas or paragraphs, page 349 to 350.55 "Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: And cometh from afar. Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come But He beholds the light, and whence it flows, The Youth who daily further from the East And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And page 352 to 354 of the same ode.56 "O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed For that which is most worthy to be blest; Friend, when it first appeared, but the Public of 1809 cared little for The Friend and its philosophy, or for the strains of the great philosophic Poet. Mr. Wordsworth's sonnets have been collected and published separately in one vol. by Moxon, 1838. The finest set, in my opinion, is Part I. of those dedicated to Liberty. (P. W., iii., 175–200.) The three sonnets to Sleep, ib., pp. 14, 15, 16, and the four on Personal Talk, ib., pp. 39, 40, 41, 42, are very beautiful and peculiar; not Miltonic, or Shakspearian, or Petrarchian; nor like the productions of any later sonneteers; but entirely Wordsworthian and inimitable. S. C.] 55 [P. W., v., p. 340. S. C.] 56 [Ib. ib., pp. 342-4. S. C.] Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:- The song of thanks and praise; Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts, before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised! But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavor, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither; Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore." And since it would be unfair to conclude with an extract, which, though highly characteristic, must yet, from the nature of the thoughts and the subject, be interesting, or perhaps intelligible, to but a limited number of readers; I will add, from the poet's last published work, a passage equally Wordsworthian; of the beauty of which, and of the imaginative power displayed therein, there can be but one opinion, and one feeling. See White Doe, page 5.57 57 [P. W., iv., pp. 48-50. There are now two or three slight alterations, S. C.] "Fast the church-yard fills;-anon The cluster round the porch, and the folk "A moment ends the fervent din, The only voice which you can hear Is the river murmuring near. -When soft!-the dusky trees between, And down the path through the open green, Free entrance to the churchyard ground- A solitary Doe! White she is as lily of June, And beauteous as the silver moon When out of sight the clouds are driven And she is left alone in heaven! Or like a ship some gentle day In sunshine sailing far away A glittering ship that hath the plain Of ocean for her own domain. * "What harmonious pensive changes Now a step or two her way |