speare have so many phrases become household words as of Wordsworth. If Pope has made current more epigrams of worldly wisdom, to Wordsworth belongs the nobler praise of having defined for us, and given us for a daily possession, those faint and vague suggestions of other-worldliness of whose gentle ministry with our baser nature the hurry and bustle of life scarcely ever allowed us to be conscious. He has won for himself a secure immortality by a depth of intuition which makes only the best minds at their best hours worthy, or indeed capable, of his companionship, and by a homely sincerity of human sympathy which reaches the humblest heart. Our language owes him gratitude for the purity and abstinence of his style, and we who speak it, for having emboldened us to take delight in simple things, and to trust ourselves to our own instincts. And he hath his reward. It needs not to bid "Renowned Chaucer lie a thought more nigh To rare Beaumond, and learned Beaumond lie for there is no fear of crowding in that little society with whom he is now enrolled as fifth in the succession of the great English Poets. POEMS WRITTEN IN YOUTH. Of the Poems in this class, "THE EVENING WALK” and "DESCRIPTIVE SKETCHES" were first published in 1793. They are reprinted with some alterations that were chiefly made very soon after their publication. * * * * * This notice, which was written some time ago, scarcely applies to the Poem, "Descriptive Sketches," as it now stands. The corrections, though numerous, are not, however, such as to prevent its retaining with propriety a place in the class of Juvenile Pieces. 1836. I. EXTRACT FROM THE CONCLUSION OF A POEM, COMPOSED IN ANTICI PATION OF LEAVING SCHOOL. DEAR native regions, I foretell, From what I feel at this farewell, That, wheresoe'er my steps may tend, And whensoe'er my course shall end, Survive of local sympathy, My soul will cast the backward view, Thus, while the Sun sinks down to rest 1786. II. WRITTEN IN VERY EARLY YOUTH. CALM is all nature as a resting wheel. Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal The officious touch that makes me droop again. III. AN EVENING WALK. ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY. General Sketch of the Lakes. Author's Regret of his Youth which was passed amongst them.- Short Description of Noon. Cascade. Noontide Retreat. Precipice and sloping Lights. Face of Nature as the Sun declines. -- Moun tain Farm, and the Cock. Slate-Quarry. - Sunset. — Superstition of the Country connected with that Moment. Swans. Female Beggar.- Twilight Sounds. - Western Lights. Spirits. Night. Moonlight. - Hope. - Night FAR from my dearest Friend, 't is mine to rove Through bare gray dell, high wood, and pastoral cove; Where Derwent rests, and listens to the roar That stuns the tremulous cliffs of high Lodore; Where peace to Grasmere's lonely island leads, To willowy hedge-rows, and to emerald meads; Leads to her bridge, rude church, and cottaged grounds, Her rocky sheepwalks, and her woodland bounds; Where, undisturbed by winds, Winander* sleeps, 'Mid clustering isles, and holly-sprinkled steeps; Where twilight glens endear my Esthwaite's shore, And memory of departed pleasures, more. *These lines are only applicable to the middle part of that lake. Fair scenes, erewhile, I taught, a happy child, The echoes of your rocks my carols wild : The spirit sought not then, in cherished sadness, A cloudy substitute for failing gladness. In youth's keen eye the livelong day was bright, The sun at morning, and the stars at night, Alike, when first the bittern's hollow bill Was heard, or woodcocks* roamed the moonlight hill. In thoughtless gayety I coursed the plain, Depicted in the dial's moral round; But why, ungrateful, dwell on idle pain? To show what pleasures yet to me remain, Say, will my Friend, with unreluctant ear, The history of a poet's evening hear? *In the beginning of winter, these mountains are frequent ed by woodcocks, which in dark nights retire into the woods. |