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Ode to Tranquillity 302

To a young Friend 302

Addrt'NNi-d to a young Man of Fortune 303

Tell'. Birth-place 304

Human Life 304

An Ode to the Rain 304

The Visit nf the Gnds 305

America to Gnat Britain .... 305

The Pains of Sleep 306

The Destiny of Nations . . . . 306

Extracts from Cliristabel .... 311

Notes 312


Miscellaneous Poems:

Foresight 313

Characteristics of a Child .... 313

We are Seven 313

To H. C 314

The blind Highland-boy .... 314

The Horn of Egremont-Castle . . 317

The seven Sisters 318

Sketches taken during a pedestrian

Tour in the Alps 318

Ellen Irwin 322

Louisa 322

Pains nf Love 322

A Complaint 323

Ruth 323

The Affliction or Margaret—of— . 325

Landamia . .' 326

II art-Leap-Well 328

Rob Roy's Grave 831

Address to the Sons of Burns . . 332

To a Highland-girl 332

Michael 333

To the Daisy 338

To the small Celandine 340

The wandering Jew's Song . . . 341

Address to my Infant Daughter . . 341

The Kitten nnd the falling Leaves . 342

To the Cnckoo 343

Yew-trees 343

View from the Top of Black Comb 344

Nutting 344

The perfect Woman 344

Nature's Favourite 345

Goody Blake and Hurry Gill . . . 345

Elementary Feeling 346

Power of Music ..'..... 347

Glen-Almnin, or the Narrow Glen . 347

The solitary Reaper 348

Yarrow unvisited 348

Yarrow visited 849

Song at the Feast of Brougham-

Castle 350

French Revolution 351

Lines composed a few Miles above

Tintcrn Abbey 352

Lines left upon a Seat in a Yew-

tree 353

A Poet's Epitaph 354

Character of the Happy Warrior 354

Expostulation nnd Reply .... 355

The Tables turned 356

To the Spade of a Friend .... 356

Written in Germany 856

Lines written at a small Distance

from my House 357

The Glow-Worm 357

Incident 358

Tribute to the Memory of a Dog . 358

Fidelity 359

Ode to Duty 859

Simon Lee, the old Huntsman . ■ 360

The Farmer of Tilsbury-vale . . 361

Inscription 362

The Poet's Life 363

The Force of Prayer 363

Intimations of Immortality . . . 364

Thanksgiving's Ode 366

Lilies written in early Spring . . 370

Composed in recollection of the Expe-

dition of the French into Russia . 370

Elegiac Stanzas . , 370

Lines composed nt Grnsmcre . . . 371

On the longest Day 371

Lament of Mnry Queen of Scots . 372

Song for the Spinning-wheel . . 373

September 1819 373

Upon the same Occasion .... 373

To my Daughter 374

River Duddon, WXIII Sonnets • 375

Miscellaneous Sonnets 380

Inscription in a Hermit's Cell . . 886

Epitaphs translated from Chiabrera 386

Extracts from the Excursion . . . 388


Pleasures or Memory 889

Notes 397

Miscellaneous Poems:

An Epistle to a Friend 898

Verses written to be spoken by Mrs.

Siddons 400

To an old Oak 401

On a Tear 401

To the Gnat 401

A Wish 402

Written in Westminster-abbey . . 402


Pleasures Of Hope 403

Gertrude Of Wyoming 414

Theodric; A Domestic Tale . . . 424

Miscellaneous Poems:

Lochiel's Wnrning 430

Ye Mariners of England .... 432

Hohenlindcn 432

Lord Ullin's Daughter 432

Ode to Winter 433

Lines on the Grave of a Suicide . 434

Lines written on visiting a Scene in

Argyllshire ........ 434

O'Connor's Child 434

Ode to the Memory of Burns . . 437

To the Rainbow 437

The last Man 438

To the Evening-star 439

Song 439

Absence 439

Notes 439


Tub Trohadih a 455

Tub tni.UK> Violet 487


Portrait of a Lady 522

Juliet after the Masquerade . . . 522

The Combat 523

The Fairy-queen sleeping .... 523

The Oriental Nosegay 524

The Enchanted Island 524

Fairies on the Sea-shore .... 525

A Child screening a BoTe from a Hawk 526

Cupid and Swallows flying from

Winter . ". 526

Lore nursed by Solitude .... 52(i

A Girl at her Devotions .... 52?

Nymph and Zephyr 527

Miscellaneous Poems:

Rosalie 528

Roland's Tower 531

The Bayedere 533

Gladesmuir 536

Lines written under a Picture of a

Girl burning a Love-letter . . 538

The Painter's Love 538

Manumdin, the Indian Cupid . . . 53!)

The Violet 540

The Crusader 540



Verses in a Burial-ground . . . 541

The Valley of Fern 543

Verses occasioned by an affecting

Instance of sudden Death . . . 545

Stanzas 545

Autumn 546

Verses to an Infant 546

Silent Worship 547

Verses suggested by an Epitaph 548

Stanzas addressed to some Friends

going to the Sea-side .... 548

Stanzas on the Death of a Friend . 549

Verses to a young Friend .... 550

Sleep 550

Stanzas 550

All is Vanity 551

To a Friend 551

The Solitary Tomb 553

The Sea 553

To Joanna 555

The Quaker Poet . 555

Verses to Her who is justly entitled

to them 556

To the Winds 557

Sea-side Thoughts 557

Winter 557

The Jvy 558

An Ode to Time ,558

The Poet's Lot 560

Flowers 561

Trmporals and Spirituals .... 563

To Death 563

Woman 564

A Relique of Napoleon .... 565




Ir I did not fear that it would appear to ray readers like arrognncy, or if it did not Htd to myself indecorous to send two volumes of considerable magnitude from the press without preface or apology, without use petition for the reader's attention, or one plea for the writer's defects, I would most willingly spare myself an address of this kind, and more especially for these reasons: first, because a preface is a part of a book seldom honoured by a reader's perusal; secondly, because it is both diffiult and distressing to write that which ve think will be disregarded; and thirdly, Wcause I do not conceive that I am called ■ipsa for such introductory matter by any of the motives which usually influence an anther when he composes his prefatory address.

When a writer, whether of poetry or prose, first addresses the public, he has generally something to offer which relates to himself or to his work, and which he roasiders as a necessary prelude to the work itself, to prepare his readers for the entertainment or the instruction they may expect to receive; for one of these every man who publishes must suppose he affords—this the act itself implies; and in proportion to his conviction of this fact mast be his feeling of the difficulty in which he has placed himself: the difficulty consists in reconciling the implied presumption of the undertaking, whether to please or to instruct mankind, with the diffidence and modesty of an untried candidate for fame or favour. Hence originate the many reasons an author assigns for his appearance in that character, whether they actually exist, or are merely offered to hide the motives which cannot be openly avowed; namely, the want or the vanity of the man, as his wishes for profit or reputation may most prevail with him.

Now, reasons of this kind, whatever they wi be, cannot be availing beyond their lint appearance. An author, it is true, may again feel his former apprehensions,

may again be elevated or depressed by the suggestions of vanity and diffidence, and may be again subject to the cold and hot fit of aguish expectation; but he is no more a stranger to the press, nor has the motives or privileges of one who is. With respect to myself, it is certain they belong not to me. Many years have elapsed since I became a candidate for indulgence as an inexperienced writer; nnd to assume the langunge of such a writer now, and to plead for his indulgences, would be proof of my ignorance of the place assigned to me, and the degree nf favour which I have experienced; but of that place I am not uninformed, and with that degree of favour I have no reason to be dissatisfied.

It was the remark nf the pious, but on some occasions the querulous author of the Kight Thoughts, that he had "been so long remembered, he was forgotten;" an expression in whicli there is more appearance of discontent than of submission: if he had patience, it was not the patience that smiles at grief. It is not therefore entirely in the sense of the good Doctor that I apply these words to myself, or to my more early publications. So many years indeed have passed since their first appearance, that I have no reason to complain, on that account, if they be now slumbering with other poems of decent reputation in their day—not dead indeed, nor entirely forgotten, but certainly not the subjects of discussion or conversation as when first introduced to the notice of the public, by those whom the public will not forget, whose protection was credit to their author, nnd whose approbation was fame to them. Still these early publications had so long preceded any other, that, if not altogether unknown, I was, when I came again before the public, in a situation which excused, and perhaps rendered necessary some explanation; but this also has passed away, and none of my readers will now take the trouble of making any inquiries respecting my motives for writing or for publishing these Talcs or verses of any description: known to ciu-h other ns renders and authors are known, they will require no preface to bespeak their good will, nor shall I he under the necessity of soliciting the kindness which experience has taught me, endeavouring to merit, I shall not fail to receive.

There is one motive—and it is a powerful one-—which sometimes induces nn author, and more particularly a poet, to ask the attention of his renders to his prefatory address. This is when he ha* some favourite and peculiar style or manner which he would explain and defend, nnd chiefly if he should have adopted a mode of versification of which an uninitiated reader was not likely to perceive either the merit or the beauty. In such case it is natural, nnd surely pardonable, to nssert and to prove, as far as reason will bear us nn, that such method of writing has both; to show in what the beauty consists, and M hat peculiar difficulty there is, which, when conquered, creates the merit. Mow fnr any particular poet has or has not succeeded in such attempt is not my business nor my purpose to inquire. I have no peculiar notion to defend, no poetical heterodoxy to support, nor theory of any kind to vindicate or oppose—that which I have used is probably the most common measure in our Innguage; and therefore, whatever be its advantages or defects. they are too well known to require from me a description of the one, or an apology for the other.

I'erhaps still more frequent than any explanation of the work is nn account of the author himself, the situation jn which he is placed, or some circumstances of peculiar kind in his life, education, or employment. How often has youth been pleaded for deficiencies or redundancies, for the existence of which youth mny be an exruse, and yet be none for their exposure. Age too has been pleaded for the errors and failings in n work which the octogenarian had the discernment to perceive, and yet hnd not the fortitude to suppress. Many other circumstances nre made apologies fnr n writer's infirmities; his much employment and many avneutions, adversity, necessity, nnd the good of mankind. These, or any of them, however availing in themselves, mail not me. I am neither so young nor so old. so much engaged by one pursuit, or by many,—I nm not so urged by wnnt. or so stimulated by a desire of public benefit,—that I can borrow one apology from the ninny which I have ■mined. How far they prevail with our readers, or with our judges. I cannot tell; nnd it is unnecessary far me to inquire into the validity of argument* which I have not to produce.

If there be any combination of circumstances which mny be supposed to affect the mind of a reader, and in some degree to influence his judgment, the junction of youth, beauty, nnd merit in a female writer may be allowed to do this; and yet one of the most forbidding of titles is -I'ocms by n very young Lady,' and this although beauty and merit were largely insinuated. Ladies, it is true, have of late little need of any indulgence ns authors, and names may readily be found which rather excite the envy of man than plead for his lenity. Our estimation of title nlso in a writer has materially varied from that of our predecessors: 'I'ocms by a Nobleman' would create a very different sensation in our minds from that which was formerly excited when they were so announced. A noble author had then no pretensions to a seat so secure on the 'sacred hill,' that authors not noble, and critics not gentle, dared not attack; and they delighted to take revenge by their contempt nnd derision of the poet, for the pain which their submission nnd respect to the man hnd cost them. But in our times we find tbut a nobleman writes, not merely ns well, but better than other men; insomuch that readers in general begin to fancy that the Muses have relinquished their old pnrtinlity for rags and a garret, nnd are become altogether aristoerutiral in their choice A conceit so well supported by fart would be readily admitted, did it not appear at the same time, that there were in the higher ranks of society men, who could write as tamely, or as absurdly, as they had ever been accused of doing. We may, therefore, regard the works of any noble author as extraordinary productions, but must not found any theory upon them, nnd, notwithstanding their appearance, must look on genius and talent as we are wont to do on time nnd chance, that happen indifferently to all mankind.

But whatever influence any peculiar situation of a writer might have, it cannot he n benefit to me, who have no such peculiarity. I must rely upon the willingness of my readers to be pleased-with that which was designed to give them pleasure, nnd upon the cordiality which naturally springs from n remembrance of our having before pnrtrd without any feelings of disgust nn the one side, or of mortification on the other.

With this hope I would conclude the present subject; but I am called upon by duty to acknowledge my obligations, and more especially for two of the following Tales:—The Story of Ladv Barbara, in Book XVI. and that of Ellen 'in Bonk XVIII. The first of these I owe to the kindness of a fair friend, who will, I hope, accept the thanks which I very gratefully pay.

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