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Is fitted :—and how exquisitely, too—
Theme this but little heard of among men—
The external World is fitted to the Mind;
And the creation (by no lower name

Can it be called) which they with blended might
Accomplish :-this is our high argument.
-Such grateful haunts foregoing, if I oft
Must turn elsewhere-to travel near the tribes
And fellowships of men, and see ill sights
Of madding passions mutually inflamed;
Must hear Humanity in fields and groves
Pipe solitary anguish; or must hang
Brooding above the fierce confederate storm
Of sorrow, barricadoed evermore

* and dost possess

Within the walls of cities-may these sounds
Have their authentic comment; that even these
Hearing, I be not downcast or forlorn!—
Descend, prophetic Spirit 11 that inspir'st
The human Soul of universal earth,
Dreaming on things to come;
A metropolitan temple in the hearts
Of mighty Poets: upon me bestow
A gift of genuine insight; that my Song
With star-like virtue in its place may shine,
Shedding benignant influence, and secure,
Itself, from all malevolent effect

Of those mutations that extend their sway
Throughout the nether sphere !—And if with this
I mix more lowly matter; with the thing
Contemplated, describe the Mind and Man
Contemplating; and who, and what he was—
The transitory Being that beheld

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This Vision; when and where, and how he lived ;— Be not this labour useless. If such theme

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-Come thou prophetic Spirit,

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* See Wordsworth's note (p. 383).-ED.

May sort with highest objects, then-dread Power!
Whose gracious favour is the primal source
Of all illumination-may my Life

Express the image of a better time,

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More wise desires, and simpler manners ;-nurse
My Heart in genuine freedom :—all pure thoughts 105
Be with me ;-so shall thy unfailing love
Guide, and support, and cheer me to the end!"

Book First

THE WANDERER *

ARGUMENT

A summer forenoon-The Author reaches a ruined Cottage upon a Common, and there meets with a revered Friend, the Wanderer, of whose education and course of life he gives an account1- The Wanderer, while resting under the shade of the Trees that surround the Cottage, relates the History of its last Inhabitant.

'TWAS summer, and the sun had mounted high:
Southward the landscape indistinctly glared
Through a pale steam; † but all the northern downs,

In clearest air ascending, showed far off

A surface dappled o'er with shadows flung

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the Wanderer, of whom he gives an account—

1814.

* In a copy of the quarto edition of The Excursion (1814) bequeathed by the Poet to his grandson, the Rev. John Wordsworth, there are numerous changes of text in his own handwriting, or that of his wife. The majority of these were incorporated in later editions. Several of them, however, were These are reproduced in this edition, wherever it has been thought expedient to preserve them, and are indicated as "MS." readings. On the fly-leaf of the same presentation copy of the 1814 edition, Mrs. Wordsworth wrote out Mr. R. P. Gillies' sonnet, addressed to the author of The Excursion.-ED.

not.

+ Compare An Evening Walk (vol. i. p. 9)—

When, in the south, the wan noon, brooding still,
Breathed a pale steam around the glaring hill.

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From brooding clouds; shadows that lay in spots
Determined and unmoved, with steady beams
Of bright and pleasant sunshine interposed;
To him most pleasant who on soft cool moss
Extends his careless limbs along the front
Of some huge cave, whose rocky ceiling casts
A twilight of its own,* an ample shade,
Where the wren warbles, while the dreaming man,
Half conscious of the soothing melody,
With side-long eye looks out upon the scene,†
By power of that impending covert, thrown,
To finer distance. Mine was at that hour
Far other lot, yet with good hope that soon
Under a shade as grateful I should find
Rest, and be welcomed there to livelier joy.3
Across a bare wide Common I was toiling

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From many a brooding cloud; far as the sight
Could reach, those many shadows lay in spots

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Pleasant to him who on the soft cool moss

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By that impending covert made more soft,
More low and distant! Other lot was mine;
Yet with good hope that soon I should obtain
As grateful resting-place, and livelier joy.
By power of that impending covert thrown
To finer distance.

Other lot was mine;

Other lot was mine;

Though with good hope to cheer the sultry hour
That under shade as grateful I should soon
Rest, and be welcomed there to livelier joy.

Mine was at that hour

A toilsome lot, yet with good hope that soon
Under a shade as grateful I should find

* Compare An Evening Walk (vol. i. p. 11)—

And its own twilight softens the whole scene. + Compare the sonnet composed in boyhood, beginningSweet was the walk along the narrow lane,

and printed in an Appendix to vol. viii.-ED.

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With languid steps that by the slippery turf1
Were baffled; nor could my weak arm disperse
The host of insects gathering round my face,
And ever with me as I paced along.2

Upon that open moorland stood a grove,
The wished-for port to which my course was bound.3
Thither I came, and there, amid the gloom
Spread by a brotherhood of lofty elms,*
Appeared a roofless Hut; four naked walls
That stared upon each other!—I looked round,
And to my wish and to my hope espied

The Friend I sought; a Man of reverend age,
But stout and hale, for travel unimpaired.
There was he seen upon the cottage-bench,
Recumbent in the shade, as if asleep;
`An iron-pointed staff lay at his side.

Him had I marked the day before—alone

And stationed in the public way, with face

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With languid feet, which by the slippery ground
With languid steps that

2 Across a bare wide common I was toiling
When oft each footstep by the slippery turf
Was baffled nor could my arm disperse
The host of insects gathered round my face,
And ever with me as I paced along.

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Now with eyes turned towards the far-distant hills,
Now towards a grove that from the wide-spread moor
Rose up! the port to which my course was bound.

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Upon that open level stood a Grove,

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The wished-for Port to which my steps were bound. 1814. my course was bound. 1827.

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Him whom I sought; Compare the Sonnet composed at Tour in Scotland,” 1803 (vol. iiì. p. 410)—

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A brotherhood of venerable Trees.

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History of The wonderes

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Turned toward the sun then setting, while that staff
Afforded, to the figure of the man
Detained for contemplation or repose,
Graceful support; his countenance as he stood
Was hidden from my view, and he remained 2
Unrecognised; but, stricken by the sight,
With slackened footsteps I advanced, and soon
A glad congratulation we exchanged
At such unthought-of meeting. For the night
We parted, nothing willingly; and now
He by appointment waited for me here,
Under the covert 3 of these clustering elms.

We were tried Friends: amid a pleasant vale,
In the antique market-village where was passed
My school-time,* an apartment he had owned,
To which at intervals the Wanderer drew,

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Stationed, as if to rest himself, with face

Turned tow'rds the sun then setting, while that staff
Afforded to his Figure, as he stood,

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Him had I chanced to mark the day before

Alone, and stationed in the public way;
Westward he looked as if his gaze were fixed
Upon the sun then setting,

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the countenance of the Man Was hidden from my view, and he himself

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We were tried Friends: I from my Childhood up
Had known him.-In a little Town obscure,

*Hawkshead. Compare the notes to The Prelude, in books i. and ii. The Fenwick note tells us, "At Hawkshead, while I was a schoolboy, there occasionally resided a Packman, with whom I had frequent conversations upon what had befallen him, and what he had observed, during his wandering life; and, as was natural, we took much to each other."-ED.

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