Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life! 9. O joy! that in our embers is something that doth live, That nature yět remembers what was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed 10. Perpetual benediction: not, indeed, For that which is most worthy to be blest- Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast- Of sense and outward things, High instincts, before which our mortal nature But for those first affections, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing, Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavor, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither-can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shōre, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore. 11. Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song! And let the young lambs bound as to the tabor's sound! Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day What though the radiance which was once so bright Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower- Strength in what remains behind: In the primal sympathy which, having been, must ever be; In years that bring the philosophic mind. 12. And O ye fountains, meadows, hills, and groves, To live beneath your mōre habitual sway. I love the brooks which down their channels fret, Is lovely yet; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch ō'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. WORDSWORTH. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, the greatest of metaphysical poets, and one of the purest and most blameless of men, was born at Cockermouth, Cumberland county, England, April 7, 1770. He read much in boyhood, and wrote some verses. He received his early education at the endowed school of Hawkshead; entered St. John's College, Cambridge, in 1787, and graduated in 1791. In the close of the same year he went to France, where he passed nearly a year; and there he wrote the poem called "Descriptive Sketches," which, with "The Evening Walk," was published in 1793 In 1795 he received a legacy of £900 from his friend, Raisley Calvert, and at the close of the same began to live with his sister, their first residence being at Racedown, Dorsetshire. He here made the acquaintance of Coleridge, and wrote many of the fine passages that afterward appeared in "The Excursion." In the autumn of 1798 he published the first edition of his "Lyrical Ballads," and then went to Germany with his sister and Coleridge; and, the party separating, Miss Wordsworth and her brother passed the winter at Goslar, in Hanover. Here were written "Lucy Gray," and several beautiful pieces.. His long residence among the lakes of his native district began immediately after his return to England. His second volume of "Lyrical Ballads" appeared at the close of 1800. In 1802 he married Mary Hutchinson, of Penrith, to whose amiability his poems pay warm and beautiful tributes. In the spring of 1813, after various changes of residence, he took up his abode at Rydal Mount, two miles from Grasmere, which was his home for 37 years, and the scene of his death. There, too, he was appointed distributor of stamps for Westmoreland; an office which was executed by a clerk, and yielded about £500 a year. In the summer of 1814 was published "The Excursion," a poem which, if judged by its best passages, has hardly an equal in our language. The following year appeared "The White Doe of Rylstone." From his 50th to his 80th year the poet traveled much, suffered a great deal, and wrote but little. In 1842 he resigned his distributorship in favor of one of his two sons, and received from Sir Robert Peel, a pension of £300 a year. In 1843 he was appointed poet-laureate. He died April 23, 1850. 2. V. 105. AT THE GRAVE. ND do our loves all perish with our frames? AND Do those that took their root and put forth buds, And their soft leaves unfolded in the warmth Of mutual hearts, grow up and live in beauty, Then fade and fall, like fair, unconscious flowers? Are thoughts and passions that to the tongue give speech And vision in the eye the soul intense O, listen, man! Thick clustering orbs, and this our fair domain, The tall, dark mountains, and the deep-toned seas, 3. O, listen ye, our spirits; drink it in From all the air! "Tis in the gentle moonlight; The dying hear it; and, as sounds of earth 4. Why call we, then, the square-built monument, 5. . I thank Thee, Father, No close, Thou kindly unto my dark mind R. H. DANA. ABAFT, 313. INDEX TO The figures refer to the pages where the words are to be found. Cerberus, 288. Doth, 87. Chaleur Bay, 127. Hieroglyphic, 276. Apathetic, 270. Cleanthes, 332. Equanimity, 131. IAGO, 258. Apathy, 140. Apollo, 452. Apuleius, 126. Arborescent, 212. Arcadian, 88. pher, 234. Colossus, 123. Aristotle, 238. de, 359. Armada, 301. Connubial, 355. Exhaustion, 92. Implacable, 141. Armida, 146. Contemplated, 314. Arras, 177. Contrite, 100. Ascetic, 210. Copernicus, 235. Exponent, 330. Assiduous, 88. Could speak thee out, Exquisite, 119. Ineffable, 91. Ingot, 176. Atahuallpa, 343. 430. Extraordinary, 140. Innate, 93. Atheistical, 205. Crates, 332. Austere, 154. Cynosure, 292. Avon, 149. Cynthia, 448. FACTITIOUS, 197. Fastidiousness, 197. Decatur, Stephen, jr., Function, 91. Degage, 284. Derivatum est, 154. Diabolical, 354. Dight, 292. Burke, Edmund, 210. Dilemma, 122. Haze, 114. Cape la Hogue, 309. Intrepid, 174. JAQUES, 272. Jets d'eau, 318. Jew, The Wander ing, 125. Johnson, Ben, 294. KETCH, 313. LABYRINTH, 348. Lamentable, 102. Landseer, Sir Edwin, 243. Languid, 87. Intersected, 283. Flamen, 453. Fervent, 88. |