"STAY! PENSIVE, SADLY-PLEASING VISIONS, STAY! AH NO, AS FADES THE VALE, THEY FADE AWAY."-WORDSWORTH. 484 66 NOW O'ER THE SOOTHED ACCORDANT HEART WE FEEL WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. In 1843, on the death of Southey, Wordsworth received the poet-laureateship. He held it for seven years, dying on the 23rd of April 1850, from the effects of a cold caught about six weeks previously. Wordsworth was of a goodly stature-five feet ten; robust, capable both of great exertion and endurance, but not well-proportioned. His face was very fine; the forehead not remarkable for height, but for breadth and expansive development. The nose was large and slightly arched, the mouth firmly cut, the eyes filled with a solemn and spiritual light, which seemed to emanate from some ideal world of beauty. Such was the poet of his poetry it is difficult to speak in the narrow limits to which we are restricted. Its most striking peculiarity is one to which we have already adverted-the intimate knowledge and love of nature that inform every line. He does not merely describe the misty uplands, and the brawling stream, and the shadowy vale, the evening star, the harvest moon, the daisy, and the celandine, but he brings them into immediate contact with the reader's heart and mind, and shows their inner and deeper relations. Then his imagination was singularly compact and elevated, enabling him to see, what so few have so clearly seen,— "The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration and the poet's dream." Add to this, a singular gravity and dignity of thought, an intense depth of "His soul was like a star, and dwelt apart." "I wish," he re His own definition of the poet was as a teacher." A SYMPATHETIC TWILIGHT SLOWLY STEAL."-WORDSWORTH. "YET STILL THE TENDER, VACANT GLOOM REMAINS; STILL THE COLD CHEEK ITS SHUDDERING TEAR RETAINS."-IBID. TILL, HIGHER MOUNTED, STRIVES IN VAIN TO CHEER THE WEARY HILLS, IMPERVIOUS, BLACKENING NEAR;-(WORDSWORTH) 66 THUS HOPE, FIRST POURING FROM HER BLESSED HORN MORS OMNIA VINCIT. virtues of the poor, but by fixing his imagination on the elemental feelings, MORS OMNIA VINCIT. REFLECTIONS IN A CHURCHYARD. HIS file of infants; some that never breathed, And the besprinkled Nursling, unrequired Taken from air and sunshine, when the rose The thinking, thoughtless Schoolboy; the bold Youth Are op'ning round her; those of middle age, And gentle "Nature grieved that One should die !" [From "The Excursion."-" These general reflections on the indiscriminating rapacity of Death, though by no means original in themselves, and expressed with too bold a rivalry of the Seven Ages of Shakespeare, have yet a character of vigour and truth about them that entitles them to notice." -LORD JEFFREY.] HER DAWN, FAR LOVELIER THAN THE MOON'S OWN MORN, 485 YET DOES SHE STILL, UNDAUNTED, THROW THE WHILE ON DARLING SPOTS REMOTE HER TEMPTING SMILE."-WORDSWORTH. "I HAVE LEARNED TO LOOK ON NATURE, NOT AS IN THE HOUR OF THOUGHTLESS YOUTH, 486 PEACE SETTLES WHERE THE INTELLECT IS MEEK, (WORDSWORTH) WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. THE SHADOW IN THE STREAM. HEN having reached a bridge, that overarched On a grassy bank A snow-white Ram, and in the crystal flood Yet in partition, with their several spheres, [From "The Excursion."-This "elaborate and fantastic picture" ex- BUT HEARING OFTENTIMES THE STILL, SAD MUSIC OF HUMANITY."-w. WORDSWORTH. A SELECTION FROM WORDSWORTH'S SONNETS. I. IN MEMORY OF MILTON. MILTON! thou shouldst be living at this hour: And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. AND LOVE IS DUTIFUL IN THOUGHT AND Deed.". -WORDSWORTH WE POETS IN OUR YOUTH BEGIN IN GLADNESS,- WORDSWORTH) Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free. The lowliest duties on herself did lay. [From the Sonnets. -Wordsworth's protests against worldliness of spirit and superstitious idolatry of wealth are even more necessary now than in his own time. But in making these protests he did a great, and high, and holy work, whose value must not be calculated or measured by his success-alas! how would the work of any man appear, if judged by such a standard?--but by its truth. "The work Wordsworth did," says F. W. Robertson," and I say it in all reverence, was the work which the Baptist did when he came to the pleasure-laden citizens of Jerusalem to work a reformation; it was the work which Milton tried to do, when he raised that clear, calm voice of his to call back his countrymen to simpler manners and to simpler laws. That was what Wordsworth did, or tried to do; and the language in which he has described Milton might with great truth be applied to Wordsworth himself."-REV. F. W. ROBERTSON, Lectures and Addresses, p. 236.] "I HAVE FELT A PRESENCE THAT DISTURBS ME WITH THE JOY OF ELEVATED THOUGHTS, A SENSE SUBLIME OF SOMETHING FAR MORE DEEPLY INTERFUSED."-WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. II. THE ARTIST'S CONFIDENCE IN HIS ART. HIGH is our calling, friend! Creative art Faith in the whispers of the lonely Muse, BUT THEREOF COME DESPONDENCY AND MADNESS."-WORDSWORTH. "THEREFORE AM I STILL A LOVER OF THE MEADOWS, AND THE WOODS, AND MOUNTAINS, WILLIAM WORDSWORTH) 488 'NEVER TO BLEND OUR PLEASURE OR OUR PRIDE-(WORDSWORTH) WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. Brook no continuance of weak-mindedness: Great is the glory, for the strife is hard! [This Sonnet was addressed to the painter, B. R. Haydon. The ninth and tenth lines were almost prophetic.] III.-ENGLAND'S GLORY. IT is not to be thought of that the flood Should perish! and to evil and to good Which Milton held. In everything we are sprung [The reader should be reminded that this noble Sonnet was written in 1803, when Napoleon was threatening our shores with invasion. It is the just expression of the enthusiasm which then stirred the heart of every Englishman; which filled him with a longing to fight for his altar and his hearth, and for the grand inheritance of glory handed down by his an cestors.] IV.-ENGLAND AND FRANCE CONTRASTED. GREAT men have been among us; hands that penned Young Vane and others who called Milton friend. WITH SORROW OF THE MEANEST THING THAT FEELS."-WORDSWORTH. AND OF ALL THAT WE BEHOLD FROM THIS GREEN EARTH; OF ALL THE MIGHTY WORLD OF EYE AND EAR."-WORDSWORTH. |