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THE POETICAL WORKS OF
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
EDITED WITH MEMOIR BY
EDWARD DOWDEN
IN SEVEN VOLUMES
VOL. III
LONDON
GEORGE BELL & SONS, YORK ST., COVENT GARDEN
NEW YORK: 112, FOURTH AVENUE
1892
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КРД 6224 (3),
HARVARD UNIVERSITY LIBRARY MAY 21 1959
CHISWICK PRESS :-C. WHITTINGHAM AND CO., TOOKS COU
CHANCERY LANE.
CONTENTS
ERRATUM-WORDSWORTH, Vol. III
Page 130, "To Toussaint L'Ouverture," line 4. for en: read "earless."
**See also “Additions and Corrections" in Vol. VII.; XI.
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To the Poet, John D
On the Detraction which follow
tion of a Certain Poem
Grief, thou hast lost an ever ready friend.
To S. H.
Composed in one of the Valleys of Westmore-
land, on Easter Monday
Decay of Piety
Composed on the Eve of the Marriage of a
Friend in the Vale of Grasmere, 1812.
From the Italian of Michael Angelo.
From the Same
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From the Same. To the Supreme Being
Surprised by joy-impatient as the Wind.
Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne
Even so for me a Vision sanctified
It is a beauteous Evening, calm and free
Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must
go?
With Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh.
The world is too much with us; late and soon.
A volant Tribe of Bards on earth are found
"Weak is the will of Man, his judgment blind
To the Memory of Raisley Calvert
PART II.
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned
How sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks
To B. R. Haydon
From the dark chambers of dejection freed
Fair Prime of life! were it enough to gild.
I watch, and long have watched, with calm
regret
I heard (alas! 'twas only in a dream)
Retirement.
Not Love, not War, nor the tumultuous swell
Mark the concentred hazels that enclose
Composed after a Journey across the Hamble-
ton Hills, Yorkshire
Those words were uttered as in pensive mood
While not a leaf seems faded; while the fields
How clear, how keen, how marvellously bright.
Composed during a Storm.
To a Snow-drop
To the Lady Mary Lowther
To Lady Beaumont
There is a pleasure in poetic pains
The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said
When haughty expectations prostrate lie.
Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour
With how sad steps, O Moon thou climb'st the
sky!
Even as a dragon's eye that feels the stress
The stars are mansions built by Nature's hand.
Desponding Father! mark this altered bough
Captivity.-Mary Queen of Scots