Of the waves breaking on the chalky shore;-1 Europe is yet in bonds; but let that pass, “On 29th Aug. left Calais, at twelve in the morning for Dover. Bathed, and sat on the Dover Cliffs, looked upon France. We could see the shores about as plain as if it were but an English lake. Mounted the coach at half-past four; arrived in London at six."-(Dorothy Wordsworth's Journal.) [Among the capricious acts of tyranny that disgraced those times, was the chasing of all negroes from France by decree of the government : we had a Fellow-passenger who was one of the expelled.] WE had a female Passenger who came2 Yet downcast as a woman fearing blame;1 To mock the Outcast-O ye Heavens, be kind! It was a natural arrangement which led Wordsworth to place this Sonnet immediately after the one addressed To Toussaint L'Ouverture.— ED. She was a Negro woman driven from France, Not one of whom may now find footing there; 1807. Meanwhile these eyes retained their tropic fire, To mock the outcast-O ye Heavens be kind! Yet still these eyes retained 1827. 1836. INLAND, within a hollow vale I stood; And saw, while sea was calm and air was clear, I shrunk; for verily the barrier flood Was like a lake, or river bright and fair, A span of waters; yet what power is there! Virtuous and wise. Winds blow, and waters roll, Coleridge, in The Friend, thus refers to the above sonnet :— "The narrow seas that form our boundaries, what were they in times of old? The convenient highway for Danish and Norman pirates. What are they now? Still, but a 'Span of Waters.' Yet they roll at the base of the Ararat, on which the Ark of the Hope of Europe and of Civilization rested!" Even so doth God protect us, if we be Virtuous and wise. Winds blow and waters roll, The note appended to the previous sonnet, "composed in the Valley near Dover, on the day of landing," shows that this one refers to the same occasion; and that while "inland, within a hollow vale," he was at the same time on the Dover Cliffs-the "vale" being one of the hollow clefts in the headland, which front the Dover coast-line. The sonnet may have been composed, however, afterwards in London, and the date given to it by Wordsworth (September) be correct.—ED. [This was written immediately after my return from France to London, when I could not but be struck, as here described, with the vanity and parade of our own country, especially in great towns and cities, as contrasted with the quiet, and I may say the desolation, that the Revolution had produced in France. This must be borne in mind, or else the reader may think that in this and the succeeding Sonnets I have exaggerated the mischief engendered and fostered among us by undisturbed wealth. It would not be easy to conceive with what a depth of feeling I entered into the struggle carried on by the Spaniards for their deliverance from the usurped power of the French. Many times have I gone from Allan Bank in Grasmere Vale, where we were then residing, to the top of Raise-gap, as it is called, so late as two o'clock in the morning, to meet the carrier bringing the newspapers from Keswick. Imperfect traces of the state of mind in which I then was may be found in my tract on the Convention of Cintra, as well as in these Sonnets.] O FRIEND! I know not which way I must look To think that now our life is only drest For show; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook, Wordsworth stayed in London from August 30th to September 22nd 1802.-ED. MILTON thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, So didst thou travel on life's common way, The lowliest duties on herself did lay.1 GREAT men have been among us; hands that penned And tongues that uttered wisdom-better none : The later Sidney, Marvel, Harrington, Young Vane, and others who called Milton friend. They knew how genuine glory was put on; Taught us how rightfully a nation shone In splendour: what strength was that would not bend But equally a want of books and men ! IT IS NOT TO BE THOUGHT OF THAT THE FLOOD. It is not to be thought of that the Flood Of British freedom, which, to the open sea 1 1820. on itself did lay. 1807. |