558 Great Jove, Laodamia, doth not leave 559 And something also did my worth obtain: Thou know'st, the Delphic oracle foretold that the first Greek who touched the Trojan strand 'Supreme of heroes-bravest, noblest, best! THE PROTESILAUS HE wished-for wind was given:-I then revolved our future course, upon the silent sea; and, if no worthier led the way, resolved that of a thousand vessels mine should be the foremost prow in pressing to the strand: mine the first blood that tinged the Trojan sand. Yet bitter, oft-times bitter, was the pang the paths which we had trod—these fountains, flowers; But should suspense permit the foe to cry W. WORDSWORTH 560 MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS Y mind to me a kingdome is; MY such perfect joy therein I finde as farre exceeds all earthly blisse, that God or nature hath assignde; though much I want, that most would have, yet still my mind forbids to crave. Content I live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice: I see how plentie surfets oft, and hastie clymbers soonest fall: mishap doth threaten most of all: 561 No princely pompe, nor welthie store, no shape to winne a lover's eye; I laugh not at anothers losse, I grudge not at anothers gainė; I joy not in no earthly blisse: I weigh not Cresus' welth a straw; for care, I care not what it is; I feare not fortunes fatall law: my mind is such as may not move for beautie bright or force of love. 562I wish but what I have at will: 563 I wander not to seeke for more; in greatest stormes I sitte on shore, The court ne cart I like ne loath; extreames are counted worst of all; My welth is health, and perfect ease; SEPTEMBER 1819 SIR E. DYER Dan aspect tenderly illumed, EPARTING Summer hath assumed the gentlest look of spring; a timely carolling. No faint and hesitating trill, Nor doth the example fail to cheer ye myrtle wreaths, your fragrance shed W. WORDSWORTH 564 COMPOSED In one of the CATHOLIC CANTONS DOOMED as we are our native dust to wet with many a bitter shower, it ill befits us to disdain the altar, to deride the fane, where simple Sufferers bend, in trust I love, where spreads the village lawn, Where'er we roam, along the brink 565 TO A SKYLARK W. WORDSWORTH ETHEREAL minstrel, pilgrim of the sky! dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye both with thy nest upon the dewy ground? thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, those quivering wings composed, that music still! To the last point of vision and beyond mount, daring warbler! that love-prompted strain, 'twixt thee and thine an everlasting bond, thrills not the less the bosom of the plain : yet thou dost seem-proud privilege!—to sing all independent of the leafy spring. Leave to the nightingale her shady wood; a privacy of glorious light is thine; whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood true to the kindred points of Heaven and Home! W. WORDSWORTH 566 567 WHE INSTINCT WHEN o'er the blasted heath the day declined, and on the scathed oak warred the winter-wind, when not a distant taper's twinkling ray gleamed o'er the furze to light him on his way; HOPE THE light of HOME S. ROGERS W the wedded pair of love and virtue dwell, HERE, doomed to Poverty's sequestered dell, unpitied by the world, unknown to fame, their woes, their wishes and their hearts the same; O there, prophetic Hope, thy smile bestow, and chase the pangs that worth should never know; to friendless babes and weeps to give no more, T. CAMPBELL |