E-text prepared by Project Gutenberg Distributed Proofreaders POEMS, IN TWO VOLUMES, VOL. II. BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, AUTHOR OF _THE LYRICAL BALLADS_. Posterius graviore sono tibi Musa loquetur Nostra: dabunt cum securos mihi tempora fructus. CONTENTS. POEMS WRITTEN DURING A TOUR IN SCOTLAND. 1. _Rob Roy's Grave_ 2. _The solitary Reaper_ 3. _Stepping Westward_ 4. _Glen-Almain, or the Narrow Glen_ 5. _The Matron of Jedborough and her Husband_ 6. _To a Highland Girl_ 7. _Sonnet_ 8. _Address to the Sons of Burns after visiting their Father's Grave, Aug. 14th, 1803_ 9. _Yarrow unvisited_ MOODS OF MY OWN MIND. 1. _To a Butterfly_ 2. 3. 4. 5. _Written in March while resting on the Bridge at the Foot of Brother's Water_ 6. _The small Celandine_ 7. 8. 9. _The Sparrow's Nest_ 10. _Gipsies_ 11. _To the Cuckoo_ 12. _To a Butterfly_ 13. THE BLIND HIGHLAND BOY. _The Blind Highland Boy The Green Linnet To a Young Lady, who had been reproached for taking long Walks in the Country By their floating Mill, &c Star-gazers Power of Music To the Daisy To the same Flower Incident, characteristic of a favourite Dog, which belonged to a Friend of the Author Tribute to the Memory of the same Dog_ _Sonnet Sonnet Sonnet Sonnet to Thomas Clarkson Once in a lonely Hamlet, &c Foresight, or the Charge of a Child to his younger Companion A Complaint I am not One, &c Yes! full surely 'twas the Echo, &c To the Spade of a Friend Song, at the Feast of Brougham Castle Lines, composed at Grasmere Elegaic Stanzas Ode Notes_ POEMS _WRITTEN DURING A TOUR_ IN SCOTLAND. _ROB ROY's GRAVE_. The History of Rob Roy is sufficiently known; his Grave is near the head of Loch Ketterine, in one of those small Pin-fold-like Burial-grounds, of neglected and desolate appearance, which the Traveller meets with in the Highlands of Scotland. A famous Man is Robin Hood, The English Ballad-singer's joy! And Scotland has a Thief as good, An Outlaw of as daring mood, She has her brave ROB ROY! Then clear the weeds from off his Grave, And let us chaunt a passing Stave In honour of that Hero brave! Heaven gave Rob Roy a dauntless heart, And wondrous length and strength of arm: 10 Nor craved he more to quell his Foes, Or keep his Friends from harm. Yet was Rob Roy as _wise_ as brave; Forgive me if the phrase be strong;-- Poet worthy of Rob Roy Must scorn a timid song. Say, then, that he was wise as brave; As wise in thought as bold in deed: For in the principles of things _He_ sought his moral creed. 20 Said generous Rob, "What need of Books? Burn all the Statutes and their shelves: They stir us up against our Kind; And worse, against Ourselves." "We have a passion, make a law, Too false to guide us or controul! And for the law itself we fight In bitterness of soul."