Oh, most belovèd Friend! a glorious time, 755 760 Of their near neighbours; and, when shortening fast Our pilgrimage, nor distant far from home, For battle in the cause of Liberty. A stripling, scarcely of the household then 765 As from a distance; heard, and saw, and felt, Turn where I might, was opening out its glories, And the independent spirit of pure youth Called forth, at every season, new delights 770 775 Spread round my steps like sunshine o'er green fields. Book Seventh RESIDENCE IN LONDON SIX changeful years have vanished since I first *They reached Cologne on the 28th September, having floated down the Rhine in a small boat; and from Cologne went to Calais, through Belgium. --ED. † Goslar, February 10th, 1799. Compare Mr. Carter's note to The Prelude, book vii. 1. 3.-ED. * A glad preamble to this Verse: I sang Of short-lived transport, like a torrent bursting, The assurance which then cheered some heavy thoughts Has failed; too slowly moves the promised work. And part through outward hindrance. But I heard, Sitting within doors between light and dark, A choir of redbreasts gathered somewhere near That the rough lord had left the surly North Smote me, and, listening, I in whispers said, A glow-worm underneath a dusky plume * The first two paragraphs of book i.-ED. † April 1804 see the reference in book vi. 1. 48.-ED. 15 20 25 30 35 Before he left for Malta, Coleridge had urged Wordsworth to complete this work.-Ed. § The summer of 1804.-ED. Of Summer, lingering, shining, by herself, The last night's genial feeling overflowed Which we will now resume with lively hope, Returned from that excursion,† soon I bade Yet, undetermined to what course of life 40 45 50 55 60 * Doubtless John's Grove, below White Moss Common. On November 24, 1801, Dorothy Wordsworth wrote in her Journal, "As we were going along, we were stopped at once, at the distance perhaps of fifty yards from our favourite birch tree. It was yielding to the gusty wind with all its tender twigs. The sun shone upon it, and it glanced in the wind like a flying sunshiny shower. It was a tree in shape, with stem and branches, but it was like a spirit of water. The sun went in, and it resumed its purplish appearance, the twigs still yielding to the wind, but not so visibly to us. The other birch trees that were near it looked bright and cheerful, but it was a Creation by itself amongst them." This does not refer to John's Grove, but it may be interesting to compare the sister's description of a birch tree "tossing in sunshine," with the brother's account of a grove of fir trees similarly moved. --ED. ED. The visit to Switzerland with Jones in 1790, described in book vi. He took his B.A. degree in January 1791, and immediately afterwards left Cambridge.-ED. At full command, to London first I turned,* In no disturbance of excessive hope, By personal ambition unenslaved, Frugal as there was need, and, though self-willed, 64 Three years had flown † Since I had felt in heart and soul the shock Of the huge town's first presence, and had paced To have a house (what matter for a home?) 70 75 There was a time when whatsoe'er is feigned Of airy palaces, and gardens built By Genii of romance; or hath in grave Or given upon report by pilgrim friars, And thought of London-held me by a chain 80 85 90 Going to Forncett Rectory, near Norwich, he spent six weeks with his sister, and then went to London, where he stayed four months.-ED. From the hint given in this passage, it would seem that he had gone up to London for a few days in 1788. Compare book viii. 1. 543, and note *. -ED. After short absence, curiously I scanned 95 100 Marvellous things Of mitred Prelates, Lords in ermine clad, The King, and the King's Palace, and, not last, 105 109 Nor least, Heaven bless him! the renowned Lord Mayor: A change of purpose in young Whittington, O, wond'rous power of words, by simple faith 115 120 125 *The story of Whittington, hearing the bells ring out the prosperity in store for him, is well known.-ED. Turn again, Whittington, Thrice Lord Mayor of London, Tea-gardens, till well on in this century; now built over.-ED. |