XXXIII. [Composed?.-Published 1807.] Where even the motion of an Angel's wing Would interrupt the intense tranquillity THE world is too much with us; late and Of silent hills, and more than silent sky. Secure foundations. As the year runs My temples with the Muse's diadem. round, Apart she toils within the chosen ring; 5 Hence, if in freedom I have loved the truth; While the stars shine, or while day's If there be aught of pure, or good, or purple eye ΙΟ great, ΙΟ Is gently closing with the flowers of In my past verse; or shall be, in the lays spring; Of higher mood, which now I meditate ; It gladdens me, Youth! praise. worthy, short-lived, Such place to me is sometimes like a dream IO To think how much of this will be thy Or map of the whole world: thoughts, PART II. I. [Composed ?.-Published 1827.] SCORN not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key link by link, Enter through ears and eyesight, with such gleam Of all things, that at last in fear I shrink, And leap at once from the delicious stream. III. TO B. R. HAYDON. Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the [Composed December 1815.-Published February melody 4, 1816 (The Champion); March 31, 1816 (The Examiner); vol. of 1816. HIGH is our calling, Friend!-Creative Art (Whether the instrument of words she At Wakes and Fairs with wandering Thy genius forward like a winged steed. Though bold Bellerophon (so Jove de Mountebanks,— When she stands cresting the Clown's head, and mocks The crowd beneath her. Verily I think, creed 5 In wrath) fell headlong from the fields of air, From thy remonstrance would be no appeal ; 5 But to promote and fortify the weal Who shun the mischief which they cannot heal. Of noontide suns:-and even the beams that play And glance, while wantonly the rough wind blows, Are seldom free to touch the moss that grows Upon that roof, amid embowering gloom, The very image framing of a Tomb, 5 Peace in these feverish times is sovereign In which some ancient Chieftain finds bliss: Here, with no thirst but what the stream Among the lonely mountains.-Live, ye repose With ripening harvest prodigally fair, In brightest sunshine bask; this nipping [Composed February, 1819.-Published in Peter air, Bell vol., 1819.] Sent from some distant clime where ONE who was suffering tumult in his soul pare Yet failed to seek the sure relief of prayer, Went forth his course surrendering to the care Of the fierce wind, while mid-day lightnings prowl Insidiously, untimely thunders growl; 5 Against the threatening foe your trustiest While trees, dim-seen, in frenzied num shields." For me, who under kindlier laws belong bers, tear The lingering remnant of their yellow hair, |