Or courtesy prescribed.
And answer flowed, the fetters of reserve
Dropping from every mind, the Solitary 1
Resumed the manners of his happier days;
And 2 in the various conversation bore
A willing, nay,3 at times, a forward part;
Yet with the grace of one who in the world
Had learned the art of pleasing, and had now
Occasion given him to display his skill,
Upon the stedfast 'vantage-ground of truth.
He gazed, with admiration unsuppressed,
Upon the landscape of the sun-bright vale,
Seen, from the shady room in which we sate,
In softened perspective; and more than once
Praised the consummate harmony serene
Of gravity and elegance, diffused
Around the mansion and its whole domain;
Not, doubtless, without help of female taste
And female care. "A blessed lot is yours!"
The words escaped his lip, with a tender sigh
Breathed over them: but suddenly the door
Flew open, and a pair of lusty Boys 4
Appeared, confusion checking their delight.
-Not brothers they in feature or attire,
But fond companions, so I guessed, in field,
Dropped from our minds; and even the shy Recluse 1814.
He said, and with that exclamation breathed
A tender sigh ;-but, suddenly the door
Opening, with eager haste two lusty Boys
A sigh; but, suddenly, two lusty boys
Appeared,-
And by the river's margin—whence they come,
Keen anglers with unusual spoil elated.1
One bears a willow-pannier on his back,
The boy of plainer garb, whose blush survives
More deeply tinged. Twin might the other be
To that fair girl who from the garden-mount
Bounded: triumphant entry this for him!2
Between his hands he holds a smooth blue stone,
On whose capacious surface see 3 outspread
Large store of gleaming crimson-spotted trouts ;
Ranged side by side, and lessening by degrees
Up to the dwarf that tops the pinnacle.
Upon the board he lays the sky-blue stone
With its rich freight; 5 their number he proclaims;
Tells from what pool the noblest had been dragged;
And where the very monarch of the brook,
After long struggle, had escaped at last—
And by the river-side-from which they come,
A pair of Anglers, laden with their spoil.
And by the river's margin-whence they come,
Anglers elated with unusual spoil.
A pair of anglers, laden with fresh spoil.
The Boy of plainer garb, and more abashed
In countenance,-more distant and retired.
Twin might the Other be to that fair Girl
Who bounded tow'rds us from the garden mount.
Triumphant entry this to him!-for see,
The Boy of plainer garb, and more abashed
In countenance, twin might the other be
Stealing alternately at them and us
(As doth his comrade too) a look of pride:
And, verily, the silent creatures made
A splendid sight, together thus exposed;
Dead-but not sullied or deformed by death,
That seemed to pity what he could not spare.
But O, the animation in the mien
Of those two boys! yea in the very words
With which the young narrator was inspired,
When, as our questions led, he told at large
Of that day's prowess!
Him might I compare,
His looks,1 tones, gestures, eager eloquence,
To a bold brook that 2 splits for better speed,
And at the self-same moment, works its way
Through many channels, ever and anon
Parted and re-united: his compeer
To the still lake, whose stillness is to sight
As beautiful—as grateful to the mind.
-But to what object shall the lovely Girl
Be likened ? She whose countenance and air
Unite the graceful qualities of both,
Even as she shares the pride and joy of both.
My grey-haired Friend was moved; his vivid eye Glistened with tenderness; his mind, I knew, Was full; and had, I doubted not, returned, Upon this impulse, to the theme-erewhile Abruptly broken off. The ruddy boys
Withdrew, on summons to their well-earned meal ; 4
Did now withdraw to take their well-earned meal; 1814.
And He—to whom all tongues resigned their rights
With willingness, to whom the general ear
Listened with readier patience than to strain
Of music, lute or harp, a long delight
That ceased not when his voice had ceased-as One
Who from truth's central point serenely views
The compass of his argument-began
Mildly, and with a clear and steady tone.
DISCOURSE OF THE WANDERER, AND AN
EVENING VISIT TO THE LAKE*
Wanderer asserts that an active principle pervades the Universe, its noblest seat the human soul-How lively this principle is in Childhood-Hence the delight in old Age of looking back upon Childhood-The dignity, powers, and privileges of Age asserted-These not to be looked for generally but under a just government-Right of a human Creature to be exempt from being considered as a mere Instrument 1. The condition of multitudes deplored 2-Former conversation recurred to, and the Wanderer's opinions set in a clearer light 3 Truth placed within reach of the humblest
Vicious inclinations are best kept under by giving good
ones an opportunity to shew themselves-
deplored from want of due respect to this truth on
the part of their superiors in society—
* "On the side of Loughrigg Fell, at the foot of the lake, and looking down upon it and the whole Vale and its encompassing mountains, the Pastor is supposed by me to stand, when at sunset he addresses his companions."-I. F.
-Equality-Happy1 state of the two Boys again adverted
to-Earnest wish expressed for a System of National
Education established universally by Government—Glorious
effects of this foretold-Walk to the Lake-Grand spectacle
from the side of a hill-Address of Priest to the Supreme
Being in the course of which he contrasts with ancient
Barbarism the present appearance of the scene before him—
The change ascribed to Christianity—Apostrophe to his flock,
living and dead-Gratitude to the Almighty - Return
over the Lake-Parting with the Solitary-Under what
circumstances.
“To every Form of being is assigned,”
Thus calmly spake the venerable Sage,
"An active Principle :-howe'er removed
From sense and observation, it subsists
In all things, in all natures; in the stars
Of azure heaven, the unenduring clouds,
In flower and tree, in every pebbly stone
That paves the brooks, the stationary rocks,
The moving waters, and the invisible air.
Whate'er exists hath properties that spread
Beyond itself, communicating good,
A simple blessing, or with evil mixed;
Spirit that knows no insulated spot,
No chasm, no solitude; from link to link
It circulates, the Soul of all the worlds.*
This is the freedom of the universe;
Unfolded still the more, more visible,
The more we know; and yet is reverenced least,
Wanderer breaks off-Walk to the Lake-embark—
Description of scenery and amusements—
* Compare Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey (vol. ii.
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things.
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