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Old as the hills that feed it from afar,
Doth rather deepen than disturb the calm
Where all things else are still and motionless.
And yet, even now, a little breeze, perchance
Escaped from boisterous winds that rage without,
Has entered, by the sturdy oaks unfelt,
But to its gentle touch how sensitive

Is the light ash! that, pendent from the brow

Of

yon dim cave, in seeming silence makes

A soft eye-music of slow-waving boughs,

Powerful almost as vocal harmony

To stay the wanderer's steps and soothe his thoughts.

"FORTH FROM A JUTTING RIDGE"

FORTH from a jutting ridge, around whose base
Winds our deep Vale, two heath-clad Rocks 1 ascend
In fellowship, the loftiest of the pair

Rising to no ambitious height; yet both,

O'er lake and stream, mountain and flowery mead,
Unfolding prospects fair as human eyes

Ever beheld. Up-led with mutual help,

To one or other brow of those twin Peaks

Were two adventurous Sisters wont to climb,

And took no note of the hour while thence they gazed, The blooming heath their couch, gazed, side by side, In speechless admiration. I, a witness.

And frequent sharer of their calm delight

1 To be found on the right of the coach road, not far from the "firgrove," surrounded by thick shrubbery, but still heath-clad.

With thankful heart, to either Eminence
Gave the baptismal name each Sister bore.
Now are they parted, far as Death's cold hand
Hath power to part the Spirits of those who love
As they did love. Ye kindred Pinnacles-
That, while the generations of mankind
Follow each other to their hiding place

In time's abyss, are privileged to endure
Beautiful in yourselves, and richly graced
With like command of beauty — grant your aid
For MARY'S humble, SARAH's silent claim,1
That their pure joy in nature may survive
From age to age in blended memory.

INSCRIPTION

FOR A MONUMENT 2 IN CROSTHWAITE CHURCH, IN THE VALE OF KESWICK 1843-1845

YE vales and hills whose beauty hither drew

The poet's steps, and fixed him here, on you

His eyes have closed! And ye, loved books, no more
Shall Southey feed upon your precious lore,

To works that ne'er shall forfeit their renown,

Adding immortal labours of his own—
Whether he traced historic truth, with zeal

For the State's guidance, or the Church's weal,
Or Fancy, disciplined by studious art,

1 Mary Wordsworth and Sarah Hutchinson.

2 Southey's monument stands on the east end of the altar tomb in the Church of St. Kentigern.

Informed his pen, or wisdom of the heart,
Or judgments sanctioned in the Patriot's mind
By reverence for the rights of all mankind.
Wide were his aims, yet in no human breast
Could private feelings meet for holier rest.
His joys, his griefs, have vanished like a cloud
From Skiddaw's top; but he to heaven was vowed
Through his industrious life, and Christian faith
Calmed in his soul the fear of change and death.

TO G. HUNTLY GORDON, ESQ.

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Rydal Mount, July 29, 1829.

MY DEAR SIR, I hope you have enjoyed yourself in the country as we have been doing among our shady woods, and green hills, and invigorated streams. The summer is passing on, and I have not left home, and perhaps shall not; for it is far more from duty than inclination that I quit my dear and beautiful home; and duty pulls two ways. On the one side my mind stands in need of being fed by new objects for meditation and reflection, the more so because diseased eyes have cut me off so much from reading; and, on the other hand, I am obliged to look at the expense of distant travelling, as I am not able to take so much out of my body by walking as heretofore.

I have not got my MS back from the 1 whose managers have, between them, used me shamefully; but my complaint is principally of the editor, for with the pro

1 An annual to which Wordsworth had been induced to become a contributor.

prietor I had little direct connection. If you think it worth while, you shall, at some future day, see such parts of the correspondence as I have preserved. . . . I am properly served for having had any connection with such things. My only excuse is, that they offered me a very liberal sum, and that I have laboured hard through a long life, without more pecuniary emolument than a lawyer gets for two special retainers, or a public performer sometimes for two or three songs. Farewell; pray let me hear from you at your early convenience, And believe me faithfully Much obliged,

your

WM. WORDSWORTH.

TO CHARLES AND MARY LAMB FROM
DOROTHY WORDSWORTH

RYDAL MOUNT, 9th Jan., 1830.

MY DEAR FRIENDS, My nephew John will set off to-morrow evening to Oxford, to take his Master of Arts degree, and thence proceed to London, where his time will be so short, there is no chance of being able to go to see you; but there is a possibility that your brother may happen to be in town at the same time.

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I do not ask you, Miss Lamb, to write, for I know you dislike the office; but dear Charles L., you whom I have known almost five-and-thirty years, I trust I do not in vain entreat you to let me have the eagerly desired letter at your earliest opportunity, which letter will, we hope, bring us tidings respecting H. C. Robinson. We have not heard anything concerning him since his departure from

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Ye vales and hills whose beauty hither drew

The poet's steps, and fixed him here, on you

His eyes have closed!"

-Inscription for Southey's Monument in Crosthwaite Church, p. 314.

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