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He through the portal takes his silent way, He looks on festal ground with fruits be-
And on the palace-floor a lifeless corse She lay. strown ;
Thus, all in vain exhorted and reproved,

And flowers are on his

person

thrown She perished : and, as for a wilful crime,

In boundless prodigality : By the just Gods whom no weak pity moved,

Nor doth the general voice abstain from prayer, Was doomed to wear out her appointed time,

Invoking Dion's tutelary care, Apart from happy Ghosts, that gather flowers As if a very Deity he were ! of blissful quiet 'mid unfading bowers.

III. -Yet tears to human suffering are due ; Mourn, hills and groves of Attica! and mourn And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Ilissus, bending o'er thy classic urn! Are mourned by man, and not by man alone, Mourn, and lament for him whose spirit dreads As fondly he believes.-Upon the side

Your once sweet memory, studious walks and Of Hellespont (such faith was entertained)

shades! A knot of spiry trees for ages grew

For him who to divinity aspired,
From out the tomb of him for whom she died : Not on the breath of popular applause,
And ever, when such stature they had gained But through dependence on the

sacred laws That Ilium's walls were subject to their view, Framed in the schools where Wisdom dweit The trees' tall summits withered at the sight: retired, A constant interchange of growth and blight!* Intent to trace the ideal path of right 1814.

(More fair than heaven's broad causeway paved

with stars)

Which Dion learned to measure with sublime XXXII.

delight :DION.

But He hath overleaped the eternal bars : (SEE PLUTARCH).

And, following guides whose craft holds no

consent

With aught that breathes the ethereal element, SERENE, and fitted to embrace,

Hath stained the robes of civil power with blood, Where'er he turned, a swan-lıke grace

Unjustly shed, though for the public good. Of haughtiness without pretence,

Whence doubts that came too late, and wishes And to unfold a still magnificence,

vain, Was princely Dion, in the power

Hollow excuses, and triumphant pain; And beauty of his happier hour.

And oft his cogitations sink as low And what pure homage then did wait

As, through the abysses of a joyless heart, On Dion's virtues ! while the lunar beam The heaviest plummet of despair can goOf Plato's genius, from its lofty sphere,

But whence that sudden check? that fearful Fell round him in the grove of Academe,

start! Softening their inbred dignity austere

He hears an uncouth soundThat he, not too elate

Anon his lifted eyes With self-sufficing solitude,

Saw, at a long-drawn gallery's dusky bound, But with majestic lowliness endued,

A Shape of more than mo size Might in the universal bosom reign,

And hideous aspect, stalking round and round And from affectionate observance gain

A woman's garb the Phantom wore, Help, under every change of adverse fate.

And fiercely swept the marble floor,-

Like Auster whirling to and fro, Five thousand warriors- the rapturous day!

His force on Caspian foam to try :

Or Boreas when he scours the snow Each crowned with flowers, and armed with

That skins the plains of Thessaly,
spear and shield,

Or when aloft on Mænalus he stops
Or ruder weapon which their course might yield. His flight, 'mid eddying pine-tree tops !
To Syracuse advance in bright array.
Who leads them on :--- The anxious people see

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Long-exiled Dion marching at their head, So, but from toil less sign of profit reaping,
He also crowned with flowers of Sicily, The sullen Spectre to her purpose bowed,
And in a white, far-beaming, corslet clad!

Sweeping-vehemently sweepingPure transport undisturbed by doubt or fear No pause admitted, no design avowed ! The gazers feel ; and, rushing to the plain,

"Avaunt, inexplicable Guest!-avaunt," Salute those strangers as a holy train

Exclaimed the Chieftain-"let me rather see Or blest procession (to the Immortals dear)

The coronal that coiling vipers make : That brought their precious liberty again.

The torch that flames with many a lurid flake, Lo! when the gates are entered, on each hand, And the long train of doleful pageantry Down the long street, rich goblets filled with which they behold whom vengeful Furies wine

haunt : In seemly order stand,

Who, while they struggle from the scourge to On tables set, as if for rites divine

flec, And, as the great Deliverer marches by, Move where the blasted soil is not unworn,

And, in their anguish, bear what other minds * For the account of these long-lived trees, have borne!' see Pliny's Natural History, lib. xvi. cap. 44 : and for the features in the character of Pro But Shapes that come not at an earthly call tesilaus see the Iphigenia in Aulis of Euripides. Will not depart when mortal voices bid ;

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V.

Lords of the visionary eye whose lid,

Imprisoned 'mid the formal props
Once raised, remains aghast, and will not fall ! Of restless ownership!
Ye Gods, thought He, that servile Implement Ye trees, that may to-morrow fall
Obeys a mystical intent!

To feed the insatiate Prodigal !
Your Minister would brush away

Lawns, houses, chattels, groves and fields, The spots that to my soul adhere;

All that the fertile valley shields ; But should she labour night and day,

Wages of folly-baits of crime, They will not, cannot disappear;

Of life's uneasy game the stake, Whence angry perturbations, and that look Playthings that keep the eyes awake Which no Philosophy can brook!

Of drowsy, dotard s'ime ;

O care! O guilt !-O vales and plains,
VI.

Here, 'mid his own unvexed domains,
IIl-fated Chief! there are whose hopes are built A Genius dwells, that can subdue
Upon the ruins of thy glorious name;

At once all memory of You,-
Who, through the portal of one moment's guilt, Most potent when mists veil the sky,
Pursue thee with their deadly aim !

Mists that distort and magnify;
O matchless perfidy! portentous lust

While the coarse rushes, to the sweeping Of monstrous crime !- that horror-striking

breeze,
blade,

Sigh forth their ancient melodies !
Drawn in defiance of the Gods, hath laid
The noble Syracusan low in dust!

III.
Shudder'd the walls-the marble city wept -

List to those shriller notes !-that march And sylvan places heaved a pensive sigh : Perchance was on the blast, But in calm peace the appointed Victim slept, When, through this Height's inverted arch, As he had fallen in magnanimity ;

Rome's earliest legion passed! Of spirit too capacious to require

- They saw, adventurously impelled, Thai Destiny her course should change ; too

And older eyes than theirs beheld, just

This block-and yon, whose church-like frame To his own native greatness to desire

Gives to this savage Pass its name. l'hat wretched boon, days lengthened by mis

Aspiring Road ! that lov'st to hide trust.

Thy daring in a vapoury bourn, So were the hopeless troubles, that involved Not seldom may the hour return The soul of Dion, instantly dissolved.

When thou shalt be my guide : Released from life and cares of princely state,

And I (as all men may find cause, He left this moral grafted on his Fate ;

When life is at a weary pause, “Him only pleasure leads, and peace attends, And they have panted up the hill Him, only him, the shield of Jove defends, Of duty with reluctant will) Whose means are fair and spotless as his ends." Be thankful, even though tired and faint, 1316.

For the rich bounties of constraint:
Whence oft invigorating transports flow
That choice lacked courage to bestow!

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IV.

THE PASS OF KIRKSTONE.

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WITHIN the mind strong fancies work,
A deep delight the bosom thrills,
Oft as I pass along the fork
Of these fraternal hills:
Where, save the rugged road, we find
No appanage of human kind,
Nor hint of man ; if stone or rock
Seem not his handy-work to mock
By something cognizably shaped ;
Mockery-or model roughly hewn,
And left as if by earthquake strewn,
Or from the Flood escaped :
Altars for Druid service fit ;
(But where no fire was ever lit,
Unless the glow-worm to the skies
Thence offer nightly sacrifice)
Wrinkled Egyptian monument;
Green moss-grown tower; or hoary tent :
Tents of a camp that never shall be razed-
On which four thousand years have gazed!

My Soul was grateful for delight
That wore a threatening brow;
A veil is lifted-can she slight
The scene that opens now?
Though habitation none appear,
The greenness tells, man must be there ;
The shelter-that the perspective
Is of the clime in which we live :
Where Toil pursues his daily round:
Where Pity sheds sweet tears—and Love,
In woodbine bower or birchen grove,
Inflicts his tender wound.
-Who comes not hither ne'er shall know
How beautiful the world below:
Nor can he guess how lightly leaps
The brook adown the rocky steeps.
Farewell, thou desolate Domain!
Hope, pointing to the cultured plain,
Carols like a shepherd-boy:
And who is she ?-Can that be Joy!
Who, with a sunbeam for her guide,
Smoothly skims the meadows wide :
While Faith, from yonder opening cloud.
To hill and vale proclaims aloud,
“Whate'er the weak may dread, the wicked

dare,
Thy lot, O Man, is good, thy portion fair!"

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Ye plough-shares sparkling on the slopes!
Ye snow-white lambs that trip

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By chasm or dizzy precipice :

And hast Thou not with triumph seen
TO ENTERPRISE.

How soaring Mortals glide between
KEEP for the Young the impassioned smile Or through the clouds, and brave the light
Shed from thy countenance, as I see thee stand With bolder than Icarian flight?
High on that chalky cliff of Briton's Isle, How they, in bells of crystal, dive-
A slender volume grasping in thy hand- Where winds and waters cease to strive-
(Perchance the pages that relate

For no unholy visitings, The various turns of Crusoe's fate)-

Among the monsters of the Deep; Ah, spare the exulting smile,

And all the sad and precious things And drop thy pointing finger bright

Which there in ghastly silence sleep? As the first flash of beacon light:

Or, adverse tides and currents headed,
But neither veil thy head in shadows dim, And breathless calms no longer dreaded,
Nor turn thy face away

In never-slackening voyagę go
From One who, in the evening of his day, Straight as an arrow from the bow :
To thee would offer no presumptuous hymn! And, slighting sails and scorning oars,
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Keep faith with Time on distant shores?
Bold Spirit! who art free to rove

-Within our fearless reach are placed Among the starry courts of Jove,

The secrets of the burning Waste : And oft in splendour dost appear

Egyptian tombs unlock their dead, Embodied to poetic eyes,

Nile trembles at his fountain head: While traversing this nether sphere,

Thou speak'st--and lo ! the polar Seas Where Mortals call thee ENTERPRISE.

Unbosom their last mysteries. Daughter of Hope! her favourite Child,

- But oh! what transports, what sublime reward, Whom she to young Ambition bore,

Won from the world of mind, dost thou prepare When hunter's arrow first defiled

For philosophic Sage: or high-souled Bard The grove, and stained the turf with gore ;

Who, for thy service trained in lonely woods, Thee winged Fancy took, and nursed

Hath fed on pageants floating through the air, On broad Euphrates' palmy shore,

Or calentured in depth of limpid floods ; And where the mightier Waters burst

Nor grieves-tho' doom'd thro' silent night to

bear From caves of Indian mountains hoar! She wrapped thee in a panther's skin ;

The domination of his glorious themes, And Thou, thy favourite food to win,

Or struggle in the net-work of thy dreams! The flame-eyed eagle oft wouldst scare

111. From her rock-fortress in mid air,

If there be movements in the Patriot's soul, With infant shout; and often sweep,

From source still deeper, and of higher worth, Paired with the ostrich, o'er the plain ; 'Tis thine the quickening impulse to control, Or, tired with sport, wouldst sink asleep And in due season send the mandate forth; Upon the couchant lion's mane !

Thy call a prostrate nation can restore, With rolling years thy strength increased ; When but a single Mind resolves to crouch no And, far beyond thy native East,

more. To thee, by varying titles known

IV. As variously thy power was shown,

Dread Minister of wrath! Did incense-bearing altars rise,

Who to their destined punishment dost urge Which caught the blaze of sacrifice,

The Pharaohs of the earth, the men of hardened From suppliants panting for the skies !

heart!

Not unassisted by the flattering stars,
II.
What though this ancient Earth be trod

Thou strew'st temptation o'er the path
No more by step of Demi-god

When they in pomp depart Mounting from glorious deed to deed

With trampling horses and refulgent cars – As thou from clime to clime didst lead ;

Soon to be swallowed by the briny surge ; Yet still, the bosom beating high,

Or cast, for lingering death, on unknown strands; And the hushed farewell of an eye

Or caught amid a whirl of desert sandsWhere no procrastinating gaze

An Army now, and now a living hill A last infirmity betrays,

That a brief while heaves with convulsive

throesProve that thy heaven-descended sway Shall ne'er submit to cold decay.

Then all is still ; By thy divinity impelled,

Or, to forget their madness and their woes, The Stripling seeks the tented field :

Wrapt in a winding-sheet of spotless snows! The aspiring Virgin kneels: and, pale With awe, receives the hallowed veil,

Back flows the willing current of my Song: A soft and tender Heroine

If to provoke such doom the Impious dare, Vowed to severer discipline :

Why should it daunt a blameless prayer? Inflamed by thee, the blooming Boy

- Bold Goddess' range our Youth among; Makes of the whistling shrouds a toy,

Nor let thy genuine impulse fail to beat And of the ocean's dismal breast

In hearts no longer young; A play-ground, -or a couch of rest;

Still may a veteran Few have pride 'Mid the blank world of snow and ice,

In thoughts whose sternness makes them sweet : Thou to his dangers dost enchain

In fixed resolves by Reason justified ; The Chamois-chaser awed in vain

That to their object cleave like sleet

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VII.

Whitening a pine tree's northern side,

Of the untrodden lunar mountains ; When fields are naked far and wide,

Listen to their songs !-or halt, And withered leaves, from earth's cold breast

To Niphates' top invited, Up-caught in whirlwinds, nowhere can find rest.

Whither spiteful Satan steered ;

Or descend where the ark alighted, But, if such homage thou disdain

When the green earth re-appeared ; As doth with mellowing years agree,

For the power of hills is on thee, One rarely absent from thy train

As was witnessed through thine eye More humble favours may obtain

Then when old Helvellyn won thee For thy contented Votary.

To confess their majesty!
She, who incites the frolic lambs

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In presence of their heedless dams,
And to the solitary fawn
Vouchsafes her lessons, bounteous Nymph
That wakes the breeze, the sparkling lymph

TO A YOUNG LADY,
Doth hurry to the lawn;
She, who inspires that strain of joyance holy WHO HAD BEEN REPROACHED FOR TAKING
Which the sweet Bird, misnamed the melan-

LONG WALKS IN THE COUNTRY. choly,

Dear Child of Nature, let them rail! Pours forth in shady groves, shall plead for me ; - There is a nest in a green dale, And vernal mornings opening bright

A harbour and a hold; With views of undefined delight,

Where thou, a Wife and Friend, shalt see And cheerful songs, and suns that shine

Thy own heart-stirring days, and be On busy days, with thankful nights, be mine. A light to young and old.

There, healthy as a shepherd boy, But thou, O Goddess ! in thy favourite Isle

And treading among flowers of joy (Freedom's impregnable redoubt,

Which at no season fade, The wide earth's store-house fenced about

Thou, while thy babes around thee cling, With breakers roaring to the gales

Shalt show us how divine a thing That stretch a thousand thousand sails)

A Woman may be made. Quicken the slothful, and exalt the vile !

Thy thoughts and feelings shall not die, Thy impulse is the life of Fame;

Nor leave thee, when grey hairs are nigh, Glad Hope would almost cease to be

A melancholy slave ; If torn from thy society :

But an old age serene and bright, And Love, when worthiest of his name,

And lovely as a Lapland night, Is proud to walk the earth with Thee!

Shall lead thce to thy grave.

1803.
XXXV.
TO

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ON HER FIRST ASCENT TO THE SUMMIT OF

WATER-FOWL.
HELVELLYN.
INMATE of a mountain-dwelling,

“Let me be allowed the aid of verse to de. Thou hast clomb aloft, and gazed

scribe the evolutions which these visitants From the watch-towers of Helvellyn;

sometimes perform, on a fine day, towards Awed, delighted, and amazed !

the close of winter."- Extract from the

Author's Book on the Lakes.
Potent was the spell that bound thee
Not unwilling to obey :

MARK how the feathered tenants of the flood, For blue Ether's arms, flung round thee,

With grace of motion that might scarcely seem Stilled the pantings of disinay.

Inferior to angelical, prolong.

Their curious pastime! shaping in mid air Lo the dwindled woods and meadows; (And sometimes with ambitious wing that soars What a vast abyss is there!

High as the level of the mountain-tops) Lo! the clouds, the solemn shadows, A circuit ampler than the lake beneathAnd the glistenings--heavenly fair ! Their own domain : but ever, while intent And a record of commotion

On tracing and retracing that large round, Which a thousand ridges yield;

Their jubilant activity evolves Ridge, and gulf, and distant ocean Hundreds of curves and circlets, to and fro, Gleaming like a silver shield !

Upward and downward, progress intricate Maiden ! now take flight ;-inherit

Yet unperplexed, as if one spirit swayed

Their indefatigable flight. "Tis done
Alps or Andes--they are thine !
With the morning's roseate Spirit,

Ten times, or more, I fancied it had ceased ;

But lo! the vanished company again Sweep their length of snowy line;

Ascending: they approach-I hear their wings, Or survey their bright dominions

Faint, faint at first ; and then an eager sound, In the gorgeous colours drest

Past in a moment- and as faint again!
Flung from off the purple pinions,
Evening spreads throughout the west!

They tempt the sun to sport amid their plumes;

They tempt the water, or the gleaming ice, Thine are all the coral fountains

To show them a fair image: 'tis themselves, Warbling in each sparry vault

Their own fair forms, upon the glimmering plain,

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Painted more soft and fair as they descend Was fashioned ; whether by the hand of Art, Almost to touch ;-then up again aloft, That eastern Sultan, amid flowers enwrought Up with a sally and a flash of speed,

On silken tissue, might diffuse his limbs As if they scorned both resting-place and rest! In languor ; or, by Nature, for repose 1812.

Of panting Wood-nymph, wearied with the

chase.

O Lady! fairer in thy Poet's sight
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Than fairest spiritual creature of the groves,
VIEW FROM THE TOP OF BLACK COMB. Approach ;-and, thus invited, crown with rest
For from the summit of Black COMB (dread whose footsteps superstitiously avoid
This Height a ministering Angel might select: The noon-tide hour: though truly some there

name Derived from clouds and storms !) the amplest Blows keenly, it sends forth a creaking sound

This venerable Tree ; for, when the wind range Of unobstructed prospect may be seen

(Above the general roar of woods and crags) That British ground commands :-low dusky Distinctly heard from far-a doleful note!

As if(so Grecian shepherds would have deemed) tracts, Where Trent is nursed, far southward! Cam. The Hamadryad, pent within, bewailed brian hills

Some bitter wrong. Nor is it unbelieved, To the south-west, a multitudinous show ;

By ruder fancy, that a troubled ghost And, in a line of eye-sight linked with these,

Haunts the old trunk ; lamenting deedsof which The hoary peaks of Scotland that give birth

The flowery ground is conscious. But no wind To Tiviot's stream, to Annan, Tweed, and Not even a zephyr stirs ;-the obnoxious Tree

Sweeps now along this elevated ridge;
Clyde :-
Crowding the quarter whence the sun comes

Is mute ; and, in his silence, would look down forth

O lovely Wanderer of the trackless hills,
Gigantic mountains rough with crags; beneath, Than his coevals in the sheltered vale

On thy reclining form with more delight
Right at the imperial station's western base
Main ocean, breaking audibly, and stretched

Seem to participate, the while they view
Far into silent regions blue and pale ;-

Their own far-stretching arms and leafy heads And visibly engirding Mona's Isle

Vividly pictured in some glassy pool, That, as we left the plain, before our sight

That, for a brief space, checks the hurrying Stood like a lofty mount, uplifting slowly

stream! (Above the convex of the watery globe)

1819. Into clear view the cultured fields that streak Her habitable shores, but now appears

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A dwindled object, and submits to lie

THE TRIAD.
At the spectator's feet.-Yon azure ridge,
Is it a perishable cloud ? Or there

Show me the noblest Youth of present time, Do we behold the line of Erin's coast?

Whose trembling fancy would to love give birth: Land sometimes by the roving shepherd-swain Some God or Hero, from the Olympian clime (Like the bright confines of another world) Returned, to seek a Consort upon earth; Not doubtfully perceived. -- Look homeward Or, in no doubtful prospect, let me see now!

The brightest star of ages yet to be, In depth, in height, in circuit, how serene And I will mate and match him blissfully. The spectacle, how pure !-Of Nature's works, I will not fetch a Naiad from a flood In earth, and air, and earth-embracing sea, Pure as herself-(song lacks not mightier power) A revelation infinite it seems ;

Nor leaf-crowned Dryad from a pathless wood, Display august of man's inheritance,

Nor Sea-nymph glistening from her coral bower; of Britain's calm felicity and power.

Mere Mortals, bodied forth in vision still, 1813.

Shall with Mount Ida's triple lustre fill Black Comb stands at the southern extremity The chaster coverts of a British hill. of Cumberland.

" Appear !-obey my lyre's command !
Come, like the Graces, hand in hand !
For ye, though not by birth allied,

Are Sisters in the bond of love;
THE HAUNTED TREE.

Nor shall the tongue of envious pride
Presume those interweavings to reprove

In you, which that fair progeny of Jove,
Those silver clouds collected round the sun Learned from the tuneful spheres that glide
His mid-day warmth abate not, seeming less In endless union, earth and sea above.
To overshade than multiply his beams --I sing in vain :--the pines have hushed their
By soft reflection-grateful to the sky,

waving : To rocks, fields, woods. Nor doth our human A peerless Youth expectant at my side,

Breathless as they, with unabated craving Ask, for its pleasure, screen or canopy Looks to the earth, and to the vacant air; More ample than the time-dismantled Oak And, with a wandering eye that seems to chide, Spreads o'er this tuft of heath, which now,attired Asks of the clouds what occupants they hide : In the whole fulness of its bloom, affords But why solicit more than sight could bear, Couch beautiful as e'er for earthly use

By casting on a moment all we dare?

XXXIX.

TO

sense

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