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"At thy name though compassion her nature resign, Though in virtue's proud mouth thy report be a stain,

50 My care, if the arm of the mighty were mine, Would plant thee where yet thou might'st

blossom again.”

ANDREW JONES.

Published in “ Lyrical Ballads,'' 1800, 1802, 1805, and in “ Poems,"

1815; afterwards omitted.-ED),

I HATE that Andrew Jones : he'll breed
His children up to waste and pillage.
I wish the press-gang or the drum
With its tantara sound would come,
And sweep him from the village !

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I said not this, because he loves
Through the long day to swear and tipple;
But for the poor dear sake of one
To whom a foul deed he had done,
A friendless Man, a travelling Cripple !

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For this poor crawling helpless wretch
Some Horseman who was passing by,
A penny on the ground had thrown;
But the poor Cripple was alone
And could not stoop-no help was nigh.

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Inch-thick the dust lay on the ground
For it had long been droughty weather;
So with his staff the Cripple wrought
Among the dust till he had brought
The halfpennies together.

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It chanc'd that Andrew pass'd that way
Just at the time; and there he found

Would, with its rattling music, come," 1815; and so also in last verse.-ED.

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The Cripple in the mid-day heat
Standing alone, and at his feet
He saw the penny on the ground.
He stopp'd' and took the penny up:
And when the Cripple nearer drew,
Quoth Andrew, "Under half-a-crown,
What a man finds is all his own,
And so, my Friend, good day to you."
And hence I said, that Andrew's boys
Will all be train'd to waste and pillage ;
And wish'd the press-gang, or the drum
With its tantara sound, would come
And sweep him from the village !

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FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR “ MICHAEL."

From a MS. book of 1802 in Dorothy Wordsworth s handwriting.

The fragments have been placed in order by Professor Knight, who printed them in his “Life of Wordsworth," vol. i. pp. 381-388. Although on the MS. book was written “May to December, 1802," these fragments probably belong to 1800, in which year “ Michael” was first published. —ED.

THERE is a shapeless crowd of unhewn stones
That lie together, some in heaps, and some
In lines, that seem to keep themselves alive
In the last dotage of a dying form.
At least so seems it to a man who stands
In such a lonely place.

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I will relate a tale for those who love
To lie beside the lonely mountain brooks,
And hear the voices of the winds and flowers.

It befell 10
At the first falling of the autumnal snows,
Old Michael and his son one day went forth
In search of a stray sheep. It was the time
When from the heights our shepherds drive their

flocks

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Stooped”, 1815,-E).

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Say," 1815.--ED.

To gather all their mountain family

15 Into the homestalls, ere they send them back There to defend themselves the winter long. Old Michael for this purpose had driven down His flock into the vale, but as it chanced, A single sheep was wanting. They had sought 20 The straggler during all the previous day All over their own pastures, and beyond. And now at sunrise, sallying forth again, Far did they go that morning: with their search Beginning towards the south, where from Dove Crag

25 (Ill home for bird so gentle), they looked down On Deep-dale head, and Brothers' water (named From those two Brothers that were drowned

therein); Thence northward did they pass by Arthur's seat, And Fairfield's highest summit, on the right 30 Leaving St. Sunday's Crag, to Grisdale tarn They shot, and over that cloud-loving hill, Seat-Sandal, a fond lover of the clouds; Thence up Helvellyn, a superior mount, With prospect underneath of Striding edge, 35 And Grisdale's liouseless vale, along the brink Of Sheep-cot-cove, and those two other coves, Huge skeletons of crags which from the coast Of old Helvellyn spread their arms abroad And make a stormy harbour for the winds. 40 Far went these shepherds in their devious quest, From mountain ridges peeping as they passed Down into every nook ;

and many a sheep On height or bottom did they see, in flocks 45 Or single. And although it needs must seem Hard to believe, yet could they well discern Even at the utmost distance of two miles, (Such strength of vision to the shepherd's eye Doth practice give) that neither in the flocks 50 Nor in the single sheep was what they sought. So to Helvellyn's eastern side they went, Down looking on that hollow, where the pool Of Thirlmere flashes like a warrior's shield

His light high up among the gloomy rocks, 55
With sight of now and then a straggling gleam
Of Armath's pleasant fields. And now they came,
To that high spring which bears no human name,
As one unknown by others, aptly called
The fountain of the mists. The father stooped 60
To drink of the clear water, laid himself
Flat on the ground, even as a boy might do,
To drink of the cold well. When in like sort
His son had drunk, the old man said to him
That now he might be proud, for he that day 65
Had slaked his thirst out of a famous well,
The highest fountain known on British land.
Thence, journeying on a second time, they passed
Those small flat stones, which, ranged by travellers'

hands
In cyphers on Helvellyn's highest ridge,

70 Lie loose on the bare turf, some half o'ergrown By the grey moss, but not a single stone Unsettled by a wanton blow from foot Of shepherd, man or boy. They have respect For strangers who have travelled far perhaps, 75 For men who in such places, feeling there The grandeur of the earth, have left inscribed Their epitaph, which rain and snow And the strong wind have reverenced.

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There follows the passage given in the note on “ Michael," rol. i.

pp. 398, 399, beginning " Though in these occupations they would pass," with a few various readings, and between the line " Conceits, devices," etc. and the last line, "The fancies of a solitary

man," the following: Of alterations human hands might make

80 Among the mountains, fens which might be

drained, Mines opened, forests planted, and rocks split.

On a latter page of Dorothy Wordsworth's MS. is found the following:

At length the boy Said, “Father 'tis lost labour; with your leave I will go back and range & second time

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The grounds which we have hunted through before."
So saying, homeward, down the hill the boy
Sprang like a gust of wind: and with a heart
Brimful of glory said within himself,
“I know where I shall find him, though the storm
Have driven him twenty miles.'

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For ye must know that though the storm
Drive one of these poor creatures miles and miles,
If he can crawl he will return again
To his own hills, the spots where when a lamb 95
He learned to pasture at his mother's side.
Bethinking him of this, again the boy
Pursued his way toward a brook, whose course
Was through that unfenced track of mountain

ground

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Which to his father's little farm belonged,
The home and ancient birthright of their flock.
Down the deep channel of the stream he went,
Prying through every nook. Meanwhile the rain
Began to fall upon the mountain tops,
Thick storm, and heavy, which for three hours'
space

105 Abated not; and all that time the boy Was busy in his search, until at length He spied the sheep upon a plot of grass, An island in the brook. It was a place Remote and deep, piled round with rocks, where foot

110 Of man or beast was seldom used to tread. But now when everywhere the summer grass Began to fail, this sheep by hunger pressed Had left his fellows, made his way alone To the green plot of pasture in the brook. 115 Before the boy knew well what he had seen He leapt upon the island, with proud heart, And with a shepherd's joy. Immediately The sheep sprang forward to the further shore, And was borne headlong by the roaring flood. 120 At this the boy looked round him and his heart

1 The words from “and with a heart” to For ye must know are erased in the MS. ED.

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