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Sketeh of his Life 504
Genevieve. Love 500
The Ancient Mariner 5l0
""" nstabel 5l7
(To a Mouse 578
Bruar Water 578
To Miss Cruikshanks 580
I Poor Mailie's Elegy 580
Auld Mare Maggie 58l
j To a Louse 5*3
A Bard's Epitaph 58?
To a Mountain Daisy 583
To the Shade of Thomson 583
To Miss Logan 5SI
A Prayer, &c 584
Elegy on Captain Henderson 584
On Sensibility .... 583
Lincluden Abbey 58fl
To the Guidwife, &c 580
A Vision 587
Epistle to Davie 588
Epistle to Lapraik 588
To William Simpson 590
Epistle to a Young Friend 50l
Epistle to James Smith 5!l2
To Dr. Blacklock 594
Sketch of his Life 64&
The Deserted Village ......... 847
Sketch of his Life 0.V
The Castle of Indolence fi.vj
POEMS OF WORDSWORTH.
Mr heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
Or let me die 1
The Child is father of the Man;
I5EHOLD, within the leafy shade,
She look'd ut it and seem'd to fear it;
REMEMBUANCK OF COLLINS.
(Composed upon the Thames, near Richmond.;
Glide gently, thus for ever glide,
Vain thought! — yet 1i6 as now thou art,
Now let us, as we float along,
2 The allusion is to Collins's Ode on the D-nth of Tlamisim, the last-written of the anthor's poems which were published during his life-time. The scene of that Ode is supposed to lie on the Thames, near Richmond.
3 Here, again, Wordsworl n alludes to Collins's Ode:
Remembrance oft shall hannt the shore, When Thames in summer wreaths is drcat j And oft snypend the dashing uar, To bid his gentle spirit rest I"
AFTEB ACCOMPANYING HER ON A MOUN TAIN EXCURSION.
I Met Louisa in the shade,
And, having seen that lovely Maid,
Why should I fear to say
fhnt, nymph-like, she is fleet and strong,
And down the rocks can leap along
I ike rivulets in May?
She loves her fire, her cottage-home;
Take all that's mine beneath the Moon,
If I with her bnt half a noon
May sit beneath the walls
Of some old cave, or mossj' nook,
When up she winds aloug the brook
To hunt the waterfalls. [lt*05.
Strange fits of passion have I known;
And I will dare to tell,
Cnt in the Lover's ear alone,
What once to me befell:
When she I loved look'd every day
T'pon the Moon I flx'd my eye,
All over the wide lea;
With quickening pace my horse drew nigh
TIiosu paths so dear to me.
And now we reach'd the orehard-plot;
In one of those sweet dreams I slept,
!"'• horse moved on; hoof after hoof