O most ambitious Star! an inquest wrought A moment I was startled at the sight: And, while I gazed, there came to me a thought That I might step beyond my natural race * As thou seem'st now to do; might one day trace Some ground not mine; and, strong her strength above, My Soul, an Apparition in the place, Tread there with steps that no one shall reprove! 1803. FRENCH REVOLUTION, † AS IT APPEARED TO ENTHUSIASTS AT ITS COMMENCEMENT. OH! pleasant exercise of hope and joy! But to be young was very heaven !—Oh! times, When Reason seemed the most to assert her rights, * That even I beyond my natural race Might step as thou dost now: might one day trace.-Edit. 1815. This short poem is an extract from Book XI. of "The Prelude," published since the author's death. The beauty wore of promise, that which sets Or some secreted island, Heaven knows where ! 1805. ECHOES. YES, it was the mountain Echo,* Answering to the shouting Cuckoo, Unsolicited reply To a babbling wanderer sent; Like-but oh, how different! Hears not also mortal Life? Have not we too ?-yes, we have Such rebounds our inward ear * Yes! full surely 'twas the Echo.-Edit. 1815. Answering to Thee, shouting Cuckoo ! Giving to thee sound for sound.-Edit. 1815. Such within ourselves we hear Ofttimes, ours though sent from far.-Edit. 1815. 1806. LINES, COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY, ON REVISITING THE BANKS OF THE WYE DURING A TOUR. FIVE years have past; JULY 13, 1798.† * five summers, with the length Of five long winters! and again I hear These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs * Of all Wordsworth's earlier poems this one has probably made the deepest impression upon the philosophic mind of his time. It has also, on religious grounds, given rise to more objection than any other. His nephew and biographer says, that if the reflective reader, as is not improbable, should be of opinion that a "worshipper of Nature" is in danger of divinizing the creation, and of dishonouring the Creator, and that therefore some portions of this poem might be perverted to serve the purposes of a popular and pantheistic philosophy, he will remember that the author of the "Lines on Tintern Abbey " composed also the "Evening Voluntaries," and that he who professes himself an ardent votary of Nature has explained the sense in which he wishes these words to be understood, by saying that "By grace divine, Not otherwise, O Nature, we are thine." "No poem of mine was composed under circumstances more pleasant for me to remember than this. I began it upon leaving Tintern after crossing the Wye, and concluded it just as I was entering Bristol, in the evening, after a ramble of four or five days with my sister. Not a line of it was altered, nor any part of it written down till I reached Bristol."— W. W. (See Life, I. 119.) The river is not affected by the tides a few miles above Tintern. These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines These beauteous forms, Through a long absence,* have not been to me Nor less, I trust, To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, * Though absent long These forms of beauty, &c.-Edit. 1815. As may have had no trivial influence.-Edit. 1815. |