The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth — Volume 6 (of 8)Wordsworth, William
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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth — Volume 6 (of 8)
Wordsworth, William
English poetry -- 18th century; English poetry -- 19th century
And spread ... MS.
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[Footnote 367: 1819.
The Nest a hollow diadem composed
Of russet leaves and down where lie enclosed
The tenderest cares that earthly laws allow: MS.
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[Footnote 368: 1837.
I gaze--and almost wish to lay aside
Humanity, weak slave of cumbrous pride! MS. and 1819.
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WRITTEN UPON A BLANK LEAF IN "THE COMPLETE ANGLER"
Composed 1819.--Published 1819
One of the "Miscellaneous Sonnets."--ED.
While flowing rivers yield a blameless sport,
Shall live the name of Walton: Sage benign!
Whose pen, the mysteries of the rod and line
Unfolding, did not fruitlessly exhort
To reverend watching of each still report 5
That Nature utters from her rural shrine.
Meek, nobly versed in simple discipline--
He found the longest summer day too short,
To his[369] loved pastime given by sedgy Lee,
Or down the tempting maze of Shawford brook-- 10
Fairer than life itself, in this[370] sweet Book,
The cowslip-bank[371] and shady willow-tree;
And the fresh meads--where flowed, from every nook
Of his[372] full bosom, gladsome Piety!
VARIANTS:
[Footnote 369: 1827.
O nobly versed in simple discipline,
Meek, thankful soul, the vernal day how short
To thy ... 1819.
O, nobly versed in simple discipline--
Who found'st the longest summer day too short,
To thy ... 1837.
1845 returns to 1827.
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[Footnote 370: 1827.
... thy ... 1819.
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[Footnote 371: 1819.
Are cowslip-bank ... 1837.
1845 returns to 1819.
]
[Footnote 372: 1827.
Of thy ... 1819.
1837 returns to 1819.
1845 returns to 1827.
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CAPTIVITY--MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS[373]
Composed 1819.--Published 1819
One of the "Miscellaneous Sonnets."--ED.
"As the cold aspect of a sunless way
Strikes through the Traveller's frame with deadlier chill,
Oft as appears a grove, or obvious hill,
Glistening with unparticipated ray,
Or shining slope where he must never stray; 5
So joys, remembered without wish or will,
Sharpen the keenest edge of present ill,--
On the crushed heart a heavier burthen lay.
Just Heaven, contract the compass of my mind
To fit proportion with my altered state! 10
Quench those felicities whose light I find
Reflected in[374] my bosom all too late!--
O be my spirit, like my thraldom, strait;
And, like mine eyes that stream with sorrow, blind!"
Compare the _Lament of Mary Queen of Scots_, p. 162.
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