But it was fashioned and to God was vowed loud, - her arch, when winds blow Into the consciousness of safety thrilled; And Love her towers of dread foundation laid Under the grave of things; Hope had her spire Star-high, and pointing still to something higher: Trembling I gazed, but heard a voice, it said, "Hell-gates are powerless Phantoms when we build." - XLV. ON THE PROJECTED KENDAL AND WINDERMERE RAILWAY Is then no nook of English ground secure * The degree and kind of attachment which many of the yeomanry feel to their small inheritances can scarcely be overrated. Near the house of one of them stands a magnificent rue, which a neighbor of the owner advised him to fell for profit's sake. "Fell it!" exclaimed the yeoman, "I had rather fall on my knees and worship it." It happens, I believe, that the intended railway would pass through this little property, and I hope that an apology for the answer will not be thought necessary by one who enters into the strength of the feeling. And must be too the ruthless change bemoan 'Mid his paternal fields at random thrown? Speak, passing winds; ye torrents, with your strong XLVI. PROUD were ye, Mountains, when, in times of old, Intrenched your brows; ye gloried in each scar: XLVII. AT FURNESS ABBEY. HERE, where, of havoc tired and rash undoing, That Nature takes, her counter-work pursuing. And, on the mouldered walls, how bright, how gay, Where, Cavendish, thine seems nothing but name! XLVIII. AT FURNESS ABBEY. WELL have yon Railway Laborers to THIS ground Is heard; to grave demeanor all are bound; Others look up, and with fixed eyes admire That wide-spanned arch, wondering how it was raised, To keep, so high in air, its strength and grace: And by the general reverence God is praised: NOTES. Page 82. "To the Daisy." This Poem, and two others to the same Flower, were written in the year 1802; which is mentioned, because in some of the ideas, though not in the manner in which those ideas are connected, and likewise even in some of the expressions, there is a resemblance to passages in a Poem (lately published) of Mr. Montgomery's, entitled, A Field Flower. This being said, Mr. Montgomery will not think any apology due to him; I cannot, however, help addressing him in the words of the Father of English Poets. "Though it happe me to rehersin That ye han in your freshe songis saied, Of Love, and eke in service of the Flour." Page 46. 1807. "The Seven Sisters." The Story of this Poem is from the German of FREDERICA BRUN. Page 85. "The Wagoner." Several years after the event that forms the subject of the Foem, in company with my friend, the late Mr. Coleridge, I happened to fall in with the person to whom the name of Ben |