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SUPPLEMENT OF PIECES NOT APPEABING IN THE EDITION OE 1849-1850; AREANGED IN CHRONOLOGICAL OEDEE.
It is with some hesitation that I reprint, even in a Supplement, any pieces not included by Wordsworth himself in his last edition. But he anticipated the time when his works would be treated as those of a classic, and he was willing that others should do with them what he would not do himself. Of an omitted passage from one of his poems, he wrote in half-play and whole-earnest to Barron Field: "It may either be restored, or printed at the end of a volume, among notes and variations, when you edit the fifteenth edition."—Ed.
WRITTEN AS A SCHOOL EXERCISE AT HAWKSHEAD, ANNO .2ETATIS 14.
"I was called upon, among other scholars," Wordsworth says, " to write verses upon the completion of the second centenary from the foundation of the school [at Hawkshead] in 1585 by Archbishop Sandys." Perhaps the Lines were written in anticipation of the bi-centenary, and so, as stated in the title, in his fourteenth year.—Ed.
"And has the Sun his flaming chariot driven
Not she whose rigid precepts trained the boy
But she who trains the generous British youth
In the hright paths of fair majestic Truth:
Emerging slow from Acad emus' grove
In heavenly majesty she seem'd to move.
Stern was her forehead, but a smile serene 15
'Soften'd the terrors of her awful mien.'
Close at her side were all the powers, design'd
To curb, exalt, reform the tender mind:
With panting breast, now pale as winter snows,
Now flush'd as Hebe, Emulation rose; 20
Shame follow'd after with reverted eye,
And hue far deeper than the Tyrian dye;
Last Industry appear'd with steady pace,
A smile sat beaming on her pensive face.
I gazed upon the visionary train, 25
Threw back my eyes, return'd, and gazed again.
When lo! the heavenly goddess thus began,
Through all my frame the pleasing accents ran.
"* When Superstition left the golden light And fled indignant to the shades of night; 30
When pure Eeligion rear'd the peaceful breast
Wide o'er the main a trembling lustre plays,
Clapp'd her strong wings, and sought the cheerful
isle, The shades of night no more the soul involve, She sheds her beam, and, lo! the shades dissolve; No jarring monks, to gloomy cell confined,
With mazy rules perplex the weary mind; 50
No shadowy forms entice the soul aside,
Secure she walks, Philosophy her guide.
Britain, who long her warriors had adored,
And deem'd all merit centred in the sword; 54
Britain, who thought to stain the field was fame,
Now honour'd Edward's less than Bacon's name.
Her sons no more in listed fields advance
To ride the ring, or toss the heamy lance;
No longer steel their indurated hearts
To the mild influence of the finer arts; 60
Quick to the secret grotto they retire
To court majestic truth, or wake the golden lyre;
By generous Emulation taught to rise,
The seats of learning hrave the distant skies.
Then noble Sandys, inspir'd with great design, 65
Beared Hawkshead's happy roof, and call'd it
Where, throned in gold, immortal Science reigns;
To roam from heaven to heaven, from pole to pole,
And learn from thence thy own defects to scan;