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If Thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure, Stranger! henceforth be warned; and know that pride, Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used; that thought with him Is in its infancy. The man whose eye Is ever on himself doth look on one, The least of Nature's works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wis dom holds Unlawful, ever. O be wiser, Thou! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love; True dignity abides with him alone Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Can still suspect, and still revere himself, In lowliness of heart. 1787-1795. 1798.1 Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only dwelling on earth that she loves. She looks, and her heart is in heaven: but they fade, The mist and the river, the hill and the shade: The stream will not flow, and the hill will not rise, And the colors have all passed away from her eyes! 1797. 1800. A NIGHT-PIECE Composed on the road between Nether Stowey and Alfoxden, extempore. I distinctly recollect the very moment when I was struck, as described "He looks up-the clouds are split," etc. (Wordsworth) "Wordsworth particularly recommended to me among his Poems of Imagination, Yew Trees, and a description of Night. These, he says, are amongst the best for the imaginative power displayed in them." (Diary of Henry Crabb Robinson, May 9, 1815.) --THE sky is overcast With a continuous cloud of texture close, Heavy and wan, all whitened by the Moon, Which through that veil is indistinctly seen, A dull, contracted circle, yielding light So feebly spread, that not a shadow falls, Chequering the ground-from rock, plant, tree, or tower. At length a pleasant instantaneous gleam Startles the pensive traveller while he treads His lonesome path, with unobserving eye Bent earthward; he looks up-the clouds are split Asunder, and above his head he sees The clear Moon, and the glory of the heavens. There, in a black-blue vault she sails along, Followed by multitudes of stars, that, small Built round by those white clouds, enor mous clouds, Still deepens its unfathomable depth. mind, Not undisturbed by the delight it feels, Which slowly settles into peaceful calm, Is left to muse upon the solemn scene. 1798. 1815. WE ARE SEVEN -A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? I met a little cottage Girl: She had a rustic, woodland air, Her eyes were fair, and very fair; "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, "And where are they? I pray you tell." "Two of us in the church-yard lie, And in the church-yard cottage, I "You say that two at Conway dwell, Then did the little Maid reply, "You run about, my little Maid, If two are in the church-yard laid, "Their graves are green, they may be WITH AN INCIDENT IN WHICH HE WAS CONCERNED. This old man had been huntsman to the squires of Alfoxden. The fact was as mentioned in the poem; and I have, after an interval of fortyfive years, the image of the old man as fresh before my eyes as if I had seen him yesterday. The expression when the hounds were out, "I dearly love their voice," was word for word from his own lips. (Wordsworth.) IN the sweet shire of Cardigan, An old Man dwells, a little man,— Full five and thirty years he lived No man like him the horn could sound, In those proud days, he little cared To blither tasks did Simon rouse He all the country could outrun, For when the chiming hounds are out, But, oh the heavy change!-bereft Old Simon to the world is left His Master's dead,-and no one now Men, dogs, and horses, all are dead; And he is lean and he is sick; Beside their moss-grown hut of clay, Oft, working by her Husband's side, And, though you with your utmost skill |