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SONNETS UPON THE PUNISHMENT OF DEATH-continued.
IV. IS DEATH, WHEN EVIL AGAINST GOOD HAS FOUGHT.
VI. YE BROOD OF CONSCIENCE-SPECTRES! THAT FREQUENT.
VII. BEFORE THE WORLD HAD PASSED HER TIME OF YOUTH.
XI. AH, THINK HOW ONE COMPELLED FOR LIFE TO ABIDE.
XII. SEE THE CONDEMNED ALONE WITHIN HIS CELL.
LYRE! THOUGH SUCH POWER DO IN THY MAGIC Live.
WANSFELL! THIS HOUSEHOLD HAS A FAVOURED LOT.
ON THE PROJECTED KENDAL AND WINDERMERE RAILWAY.
PROUD WERE YE, MOUNTAINS, WHEN, IN TIMES OF OLD.
FORTH FROM A JUTTING RIDGE, AROUND WHOSE BASE.
ON THE BANKS OF A ROCKY STREAM.
WORDSWORTH'S POETICAL WORKS.
SUGGESTED BY A PORTRAIT FROM THE PENCIL OF F. STONE.
[This Portrait has hung for many years in our principal sittingroom, and represents J. Q.* as she was when a girl. The picture, though it is somewhat thinly painted, has much merit in tone and general effect: it is chiefly valuable, however, from the sentiment that pervades it. The anecdote of the saying of the monk in sight of Titian's picture was told in this house by Mr Wilkie, and was, I believe, first communicated to the public in this poem, the former portion of which I was composing at the time. Southey heard the story from Miss Hutchinson, and transferred it to the "Doctor"; but it is not easy to explain how my friend Mr Rogers, in a note subsequently added to his "Italy," was led to speak of the same remarkable words having many years before been spoken in his hearing by a monk or priest in front of a picture of the Last Supper, placed over a Refectory-table in a convent at Padua.]
BEGUILED into forgetfulness of care
Due to the day's unfinished task; of pen
Before my window, oftentimes and long
gaze upon a Portrait whose mild gleam
Of beauty never ceases to enrich
The common light; whose stillness charms the air,
Or seems to charm it, into like repose;
Whose silence, for the pleasure of the ear,
* See Note A in the Appendix to this volume. --ED.