A power is gone, which nothing can restore; Not for a moment could I now behold A smiling sea, and be what I have been : This, which I know, I speak with mind serene. 35 40 Then, Beaumont, Friend! who would have been the Friend, If he had lived, of Him whom I deplore, This work of thine I blame not, but commend; O'tis a passionate Work !—yet wise and well, And this huge Castle, standing here sublime, 45 50 The lightning, the fierce wind, and trampling waves. Farewell, farewell the heart that lives alone, Housed in a dream, at distance from the Kind! 55 Is to be pitied; for 'tis surely blind. But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer, And frequent sights of what is to be borne ! 60 There is a Peele Castle, on a small rocky island, close to the town of Peele, in the Isle of Man; yet separated from it, much as St. Michael's Mount in Cornwall is separated from the mainland. This castle was believed by many to be the one which Sir George painted, and which gave rise to the foregoing lines. I visited it in 1879, being then ignorant that any other Peele Castle existed; and although, the day being calm, and the season summer, I thought Sir George had idealized his subject much—(as I had just left Coleorton, where the picture still exists)—I accepted the customary opinion. But I am now convinced, both from the testimony of the Arnold family,* and as the result of a visit to Piel Castle, near Barrow in Furness, that Wordsworth refers to it. The late Bishop of Lincoln, in his uncle's Memoirs (vol. i. p. 299), quotes the line "I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged pile," and adds, "He had spent four weeks there of a college summer vacation at the house of his cousin, Mr. Barker." This house was at Rampside, the village opposite Piel, on the coast of Lancashire. The "rugged pile," too, now "cased in the unfeeling armour of old time,” painted by Beaumont, is obviously this Piel Castle near Barrow. I took the engraving of his picture with me, when visiting it : and although Sir George-after the manner of landscape artists of his day—took many liberties with his subjects, it is apparent that it was this, and not Peele Castle in Mona, that he painted. The "four summer weeks" referred to in the first stanza, were those spent at Piel during the year 1794. With the last verse of these Elegiac Stanzas compare stanzas ten and eleven of the Ode, Intimations of Immortality, vol. viii. One of the two pictures of "Peele Castle in a Storm"engraved by S. W. Reynolds, and published in the editions of Wordsworth's poems of 1815 and 1820-is still in the Beaumont Gallery at Coleorton Hall. The poem is so memorable that I have arranged to make this picture of "Peele Castle in a Storm," the vignette to vol. xv. of this edition. It deserves to be noted that it was to the pleading of Barron Field that we owe the restoration of the original line of 1807, The light that never was, on sea or land. An interesting account of Piel Castle will be found in Hearne and Byrne's Antiquities. It was built by the Abbot of Furness in the first year of the reign of Edward III.-ED. * Miss Arnold wrote to me, in December 1893: "I have never doubted that the Peele Castle of Wordsworth is the Piel off Walney Island. I know that my brother Matthew so believed, and I went with him some years ago from Furness Abbey over to Piel, visiting it as the subject of the picture and the poem."-ED. ELEGIAC VERSES, IN MEMORY OF MY BROTHER, JOHN WORDSWORTH, COMMANDER OF THE E. I. COMPANY'S SHIP, THE EARL OF ABERGAVENNY, IN WHICH HE PERISHED BY CALAMITOUS SHIPWRECK, FEB. 6TH, 1805. Composed near the Mountain track, that leads from Grasmere through Grisdale Hawes, where it descends towards Patterdale. Composed 1805.-Published 1842 ["Here did we stop; and here looked round, The point is two or three yards below the outlet of Grisedale Tarn, on a foot-road by which a horse may pass to Patterdalea ridge of Helvellyn on the left, and the summit of Fairfield on the right.-I. F.] This poem was included among the "Epitaphs and Elegiac Pieces."-ED. I THE Sheep-boy whistled loud, and lo! Lord of the air, he took his flight ; II Thus in the weakness of my heart 5 ΙΟ And let me calmly bless the Power And grieve, and know that I must grieve, III Here did we stop; and here looked round Hidden was Grasmere Vale from sight, IV Full soon in sorrow did I weep, All vanished in a single word, A breath, a sound, and scarcely heard. The meek, the brave, the good, was gone; Was nothing but a name. V That was indeed a parting! oh, Glad am I, glad that it is past; For there were some on whom it cast But they as well as I have gains ;—— 45 From many a humble source, to pains Like these, there comes a mild release; Even here I feel it, even this Plant To comfort and to peace. VI He would have loved thy modest grace, Meek Flower! To Him I would have said, "It grows upon its native bed Beside our Parting-place; There, cleaving to the ground, it lies With multitude of purple eyes, 50 55 Spangling a cushion green like moss; But we will see it, joyful tide! VII -Brother and friend, if verse of mine And to the few who pass this way, Although deserving of all good, On any earthly hope, however pure! * 60 65 70 * See 2nd vol. of the Author's Poems, page 298, and 5th vol., pages 311 and 314, among Elegiac Pieces.-W. W. 1842. These poems are those respectively beginning When, to the attractions of the busy world. I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile! ED. The plant alluded to is the Moss Campion (Silene acaulis, of Linnæus). See note at the end of the volume.-W. W. 1842. See among the "Poems on the Naming of Places," No. vi.-W. W. 1845. The note is as follows:-" Moss Campion (Silene acaulis). This most beautiful plant is scarce in England, though it is found in great abundance upon the mountains of Scotland. The first specimen I ever saw of it in its native bed was singularly fine, the tuft or cushion being at least eight inches diameter, and the root proportionably thick. I have only met with |