The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth — Volume 7 (of 8)Wordsworth, William
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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth — Volume 7 (of 8)
Wordsworth, William
English poetry -- 18th century; English poetry -- 19th century
MS. written by Dorothy Wordsworth.
[558] 1835.
To a voice like bird in bower.
MS. by Dorothy Wordsworth.
... birds ...
MS. by Mrs. Wordsworth.
[559] 1835.
Like them who _think_ they hear,
We listened still; for _English_ words
Had dropped upon the ear.
MS. by Mrs. Wordsworth.
The strain seemed doubly dear,
Yea passing sweet--for English words
Had dropt upon the ear.
MS. by Dorothy Wordsworth.
[560] 1835.
When ...
MS. by Dorothy Wordsworth.
[561] Compare the Sonnet--
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
The holy time is quiet as a Nun.--ED.
[562] 1835.
The restless heart is not unwise,
MS. by Dorothy Wordsworth.
[563] 1835.
When even ...
MS. by Dorothy Wordsworth.
[564] 1835.
Sad is thy doom, imprisoned dove,
Whoe'er thou mayest be.
MS. by Dorothy Wordsworth.
A GRAVE-STONE UPON THE FLOOR IN THE CLOISTERS OF WORCESTER CATHEDRAL
Composed 1828.[565]--Published 1829 (in _The Keepsake_)
["Miserrimus." Many conjectures have been formed as to the person who
lies under this stone. Nothing appears to be known for a certainty.
Query--The Rev. Mr. Morris, a non-conformist, a sufferer for
conscience-sake; a worthy man who, having been deprived of his benefice
after the accession of William III., lived to an old age in extreme
destitution, on the alms of charitable Jacobites.--I.F.]
One of the "Miscellaneous Sonnets."--ED.
"_Miserrimus!_" and neither name nor date,
Prayer, text, or symbol, graven upon the stone;[566]
Nought but that word assigned to the unknown,
That solitary word--to separate
From all, and cast a cloud around the fate 5
Of him who lies beneath. Most wretched one,
_Who_ chose his epitaph?--Himself alone
Could thus have dared the grave to agitate,
And claim, among the dead, this awful crown;
Nor doubt that He marked also for his own 10
Close to these cloistral steps a burial-place,
That every foot might fall with heavier tread,
Trampling upon his vileness. Stranger, pass
Softly!--To save the contrite, Jesus bled.
FOOTNOTES:
[565] This, and the following sonnet on the tradition of Oker Hill,
first published in _The Keepsake_ of 1829, appeared in the 1832 edition
of the Poetical Works.--ED.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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