SUPPLEMENT OF PIECES NOT APPEARING IN THE EDITION OF 1849-1850; ARRANGED IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER. It is with some hesitation that I reprint, even in a Supplement, any pieces not included by Words worth himself in his last edition. But he anticipated the time when his works would be treated as those of a classic, and he was willing that others should do with them what he would not do himself. Of an omitted passage from one of his poems, he wrote in half-play and whole-earnest to Barron Field: "It may either be restored, or printed at the end of a volume, among notes and variations, when you edit the fifteenth edition."-ED. LINES WRITTEN AS A SCHOOL EXERCISE AT HAWKSHEAD, ANNO ÆTATIS 14. "I was called upon, among other scholars," Wordsworth says, "to write verses upon the completion of the second centenary from the foundation of the school [at Hawkshead] in 1585 by Archbishop Sandys." Perhaps the Lines were written in anticipation of the bi-centenary, and so, as stated in the title, in his fourteenth year.-ED. "AND has the Sun his flaming chariot driven 6 Nor that vile wretch who bade the tender age Spurn Reason's law and humour Passion's rage; 10 But she who trains the generous British youth Threw back my eyes, return'd, and gazed again. 666 15 20 25 30 "When Superstition left the golden light And fled indignant to the shades of night; When pure Religion rear'd the peaceful breast And lull'd the warring passions into rest, Drove far away the savage thoughts that roll In the dark mansions of the bigot's soul, Enlivening Hope display'd her cheerful ray, And beam'd on Britain's sons a brighter day; So when on Ocean's face the storm subsides, Hush'd are the winds and silent are the tides; The God of day, in all the pomp of light, Moves through the vault of heaven, and dissipates the night; Wide o'er the main a trembling lustre plays, The glittering waves reflect the dazzling blaze; Before the lustre of Religion's eye; With rapture she beheld Britannia smile, 35 40 45 Clapp'd her strong wings, and sought the cheerful isle, The shades of night no more the soul involve, With mazy rules perplex the weary mind; 50 54 60 To court majestic truth, or wake the golden lyre; The seats of learning brave the distant skies. mine. There have I loved to show the tender age 69 Where, throned in gold, immortal Science reigns; To teach, on rapid wings, the curious soul 73 To roam from heaven to heaven, from pole to pole, From thence to search the mystic cause of things 80 85 90 When Virtue weeps in agony of woe, 95 "So shall thy sire, whilst hope his breast inspires, And wakes anew life's glimmering trembling fires, Hear Britain's sons rehearse thy praise with joy, Look up to heaven, and bless his darling boy. 102 If e'er these precepts quell'd the passions' strife, If e'er they smooth'd the rugged walks of life, If e'er they pointed forth the blissful way That guides the spirit to eternal day, Do thou, if gratitude inspire thy breast, Spurn the soft fetters of lethargic rest. 105 Awake, awake! and snatch the slumbering lyre, 109 Let this bright morn and Sandys the song inspire.' "I look'd obedience: the celestial Fair Smiled like the morn, and vanish'd into air." SONNET, ON SEEING MISS HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS WEEP AT A TALE OF DISTRESS. From "The European Magazine," vol. xi.-for 1787-p. 202. In a MS. note to a copy of "An Evening Walk," 1793, Wordsworth says, "This is the first of my Poems with the exception of a sonnet written when I was a school-boy and published in The European Magazine' in June or July, 1786, and signed 'Axiologus.'"-Knight, "Wordsworth's Poet. Works," vol. i. p. x.-ED. SHE wept.-Life's purple tide began to flow 5 |