I have no means of knowing--or of ultimately discovering--whether that sonnet, printed as Wordsworth’s, is really his. Dr. Garnett says, in his letter to me, “The verses were undoubtedly in Wordsworth’s hand”; and, he adds, “I think they should be preserved, because they are Wordsworth’s, and as an additional proof of his regard for Camoens, whom he enumerates elsewhere among great sonnet-writers. I have added a version of the quatrains, that the piece may be complete. From the character of the handwriting, the lines would seem to have been written down in old age; and I am not quite certain of the word which I have transcribed as ‘Austral.’” Vasco, whose bold and happy mainyard spread Sunward thy sails where dawning glory dyed Heaven’s Orient gate; whose westering prow the tide Clove, where the day star bows him to his bed: Not sterner toil than thine, or strife more dread, Or nobler laud to nobler lyre allied, His, who did baffled Polypheme deride; Or his, whose scaring shaft the Harpy fled. Camoens, he the accomplished and the good, Gave to thy fame a more illustrious flight Than that brave vessel, though she sailed so far. Through him her course along the Austral flood Is known to all beneath the polar star, Through him the Antipodes in thy name delight. WILLIAM KNIGHT. WORDSWORTH’S POETICAL WORKS 1834 LINES SUGGESTED BY A PORTRAIT FROM THE PENCIL OF F. STONE Composed 1834.--Published 1835 [This Portrait has hung for many years in our principal sitting-room, and represents J. Q.[1] as she was when a girl. The picture, though it is somewhat thinly painted, has much merit in tone and general effect: it is chiefly valuable, however, from the sentiment that pervades it. The anecdote of the saying of the monk in sight of Titian’s picture was told in this house by Mr. Wilkie, and was, I believe, first communicated to the public in this poem, the former portion of which I was composing at the time. Southey heard the story from Miss Hutchinson, and transferred it to the _Doctor_; but it is not easy to explain how my friend Mr. Rogers, in a note subsequently added to his _Italy_, was led to speak of the same remarkable words having many years before been spoken in his hearing by a monk or priest in front of a picture of the Last Supper, placed over a Refectory-table in a convent at Padua.--I.F.] One of the “Poems of Sentiment and Reflection.”--ED.