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The deepest cleft the mountains front displays 1
The song of mountain-streams, unheard by day,
The deepest dell the mountain's breast displays,
The scene is wakened, yet its peace unbroke,
Soon followed by his hollow-parting oar,
Hurrying the feeding hare through rustling corn.
The sportive outcry of the mocking owl;1
WRITTEN WHILE SAILING IN A BOAT AT EVENING.
[This title is scarcely correct. It was during a solitary walk on the banks of the Cam that I was first struck with this appearance, and applied it to my own feelings in the manner here expressed, changing the scene to the Thames, near Windsor. This, and the three stanzas of the following poem, "Remembrance of Collins," formed one piece; but, upon the recommendation of Coleridge, the three last stanzas were separated from the other.]
How richly glows the water's breast
And see how dark the backward stream!
Such views the youthful Bard allure;
-And let him nurse his fond deceit,
And what if he must die in sorrow!
REMEMBRANCE OF COLLINS.
COMPOSED UPON THE THAMES NEAR RICHMOND.
GLIDE gently, thus for ever glide,
As now, fair river! come to me.
Vain thought!-Yet be as now thou art,
The image of a poet's heart,
How bright, how solemn, how serene !
Such as did once the Poet bless,1
Could find no refuge from distress
Such heart did once the poet bless,
*Collins's Ode on the death of Thomson, the last written, I believe, of
which were published during his lifetime. This Ode is also
alluded to in the next stanza. 1798.
Now let us, as we float along,
TAKEN DURING A PEDESTRIAN TOUR AMONG THE ALPS.
[Much the greatest part of this poem was composed during my walks upon the banks of the Loire, in the years 1791, 1792. I will only notice that the description of the valley filled with mist, beginning-" In solemn shapes"-was taken from that beautiful region of which the principal features are Lungarn and Sarnen. Nothing that I ever saw in Nature left a more delightful impression on my mind than that which I have attempted, alas, how feebly! to convey to others in these lines. Those two lakes have always interested me especially, from bearing in their size and other features, a resemblance to those of the north of England. It is much to be deplored that a district so beautiful should be so unhealthy as it is.]
TO THE REV. ROBERT JONES, FELLOW OF ST JOHN'S COLLEGE,
DEAR SIR, However desirous I might have been of giving you proofs of the high place you hold in my esteem, I should have been cautious of wounding your delicacy by thus publicly addressing you, had not the circumstance of our having been companions among the Alps seemed to give this dedication a propriety sufficient to do away any scruples which your modesty might otherwise have suggested.
In inscribing this little work to you, I consult my heart. You know well how great is the difference between two companions lolling in a post-chaise, and two travellers plodding slowly along the road, side by side, each with his little knapsack of necessaries upon his shoulders. How much more of heart between the two latter!
I am happy in being conscious that I shall have one reader who will approach the conclusion of these few pages with regret. You they must
certainly interest, in reminding you of moments to which you can hardly look back without a pleasure not the less dear from a shade of melancholy. You will meet with few images without recollecting the spot where we observed them together; consequently, whatever is feeble in my design, or spiritless in my colouring, will be amply supplied by your
With still greater propriety I might have inscribed to you a descrip tion of some of the features of your native mountains, through which we have wandered together, in the same manner, with so much pleasure. But the sea-sunsets, which give such splendour to the vale of Clwyd, Snowden, the chair of Idris, the quiet village of Bethgelert, Menai and her Druids, the Alpine steeps of the Conway, and the still more interesting windings of the wizard stream of the Dee, remain yet untouched. Apprehensive that my pencil may never be exercised on these subjects, I cannot let slip this opportunity of thus publicly assuring you with how
much affection and esteem
I am, dear Sir,
Most sincerely yours,
Happiness (if she had been to be found on earth) among the charms of Nature -Pleasures of the pedestrian Traveller-Author crosses France to the Alps-Present state of the Grande Chartreuse-Lake of Como-Time, Sunset-Same Scene, Twilight-Same Scene, Morning; its voluptuous Character; Old man and forest-cottage music-River Tusa—Via Mala and Grison Gipsy― Sckellenen-thal-Lake of Uri-Stormy sunset Chapel of William Tell-Force of local emotion-Chamois-chaser-View of the higher Alps-Manner of Life of a Swiss mountaineer, interspersed with views of the higher Alps-Golden Age of the Alps-Life and views continued-Ranz des Vaches, famous Swiss Air-Abbey of Einsiedlen and its pilgrims-Valley of Chamouny-Mont Blanc-Slavery of Savoy -Influence of liberty on cottage-happiness-France-Wish for the Extirpation of Slavery-Conclusion.
WERE there, below, a spot of holy ground
Where from distress a refuge might be found,1
Sure, nature's God that spot to man had given 2