THERE WAS A BOY 1799. 1800 Written in Germany. This is an extract from the poem on my own poetical education. This practice of making an instrument of their own fingers is known to most boys, though some are more skilful at it than others. William Rain cock of Rayrigg, a fine spirited lad, took the lead of all my schoolfellows in this art. THERE was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliff's And islands of Winander ! - many a time, At evening, when the earliest stars began To move along the edges of the hills, Rising or setting, would he stand alone, Beneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake; And there, with fingers interwoven, both hands Pressed closely palm to palm and to his mouth Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, 10 That they might answer him. — And they would shout Across the watery vale, and shout again, Responsive to his call, with quivering peals, And long halloos, and screams, and echoes loud Redoubled and redoubled; concourse wild Of jocund din! And, when there came a Written in Germany; intended as part of a poem on my own life, but struck out as not being wanted there. Like most of my schoolfellows I was an impassioned nutter. For this pleasure, the vale of Esthwaite, abounding in coppice-wood, furnished a very wide range. These verses arose out of the remembrance of feelings I had often had when a boy, and particularly in the extensive woods that still stretch from the side of Esthwaite Lake towards Graythwaite, the seat of the ancient family of Sandys. In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay 40 Tribute to ease; and, of its joy secure, And merciless ravage: and the shady nook The silent trees, and saw the intruding skyThen, dearest Maiden, move along these shades In gentleness of heart; with gentle hand Touch-for there is a spirit in the woods. "STRANGE FITS OF PASSION HAVE I KNOWN 1799. 1800 Written in Germany. STRANGE fits of passion have I known: But in the Lover's ear alone, When she I loved looked every day I to her cottage bent my way, Upon the moon I fixed my eye, All over the wide lea; With quickening pace my horse drew nigh Those paths so dear to me. And now we reached the orchard-plot; And, as we climbed the hill, In one of those sweet dreams I slept, My horse moved on; hoof after hoof What fond and wayward thoughts will slide "O mercy!" to myself I cried, "If Lucy should be dead!" ADDRESS TO THE SCHOLARS OF THE VILLAGE SCHOOL OF 1799. 1845 Composed at Goslar, in Germany. I COME, ye little noisy Crew, By night or day blow foul or fair, - ΤΟ Here did he sit confined for hours; He rests a prisoner of the ground. He loved the sun, but if it rise Brings not a moment's care. DIRGE 20 30 In the School of is a tablet, on which are inscribed, in gilt letters, the Names of the several persons who have been Schoolmasters there since the foundation of the School, with the time at which they entered upon and quitted their office. Opposite to one of those names the Author wrote the following lines. Such a Tablet as is here spoken of continued to be preserved in Hawkshead School, though the inscriptions were not brought down to our time. This and other poems connected with Matthew would not gain by a literal detail of facts. Like the Wanderer in "The Excursion," this Schoolmaster was made up of several both of his class and men of other occupations. I do not ask pardon for what there is of untruth in such verses, considered strictly as matters of fact. It is enough if, being true and consistent in spirit, they move and teach in a manner not unworthy of a Poet's calling. IF Nature, for a favourite child, Read o'er these lines; and then review Its history of two hundred years. |