Since thou dost bear it,-a memorial theme ΤΟ IN HER SEVENTIETH YEAR1 [Lady Fitzgerald, as described to me by Lady Beaumont.] Comp. 1827. SUCH age how beautiful! O Lady bright, In my mind's eyes a Temple, like a cloud Compare the poem on the Borrowdale Yew Trees.-ED. 1827. 1827. + For another version of this sonnet see note A. in the Appendix to this volume.-ED. GO BACK TO ANTIQUE AGES, IF THINE EYES. 167 Rose out of darkness: the bright Work stood still By Virtues that diffused, in every part, Spirit divine through forms of human art: Faith had her arch-her arch, when winds blow loud, And Love her towers of dread foundation laid Go back to antique ages, if thine eyes 1 1837. See, at her call, WILD Redbreast! † hadst thou at Jemima's lip ‡ 1 Its glistening dews; but hallowed is the clay Nor could I let one thought-one motion-slip For are we not all His, without whose care Vouchsafed no sparrow falleth to the ground? Strange visitation! at Jemima's lip Thus hadst thou pecked, wild Rebreast! love That the Muse warms; and I, though old and grey. 1827. MS. * The original title (in MS.) was "To a Redbreast." In the Woods of Rydal was added in 1836.-ED. This Sonnet, as Poetry, explains itself, yet the scene of the incident having been a wild wood, it may be doubted, as a point of natural history, whether the bird was aware that his attentions were bestowed upon a human, or even a living creature. But a Redbreast will perch upon the foot of a gardener at work, and alight on the handle of the spade when his hand is half upon it,—this I have seen. And under my own roof I have witnessed affecting instances of the creature's friendly visits to the chambers of sick persons, as described in the verses to the Redbreast. One of these welcome intruders used frequently to roost upon a nail in the wall, from which a picture had hung, and was ready, as morning came, to pipe his song in the hearing of the Invalid, who had been long confined to her room. These attachments to a particular person, when marked and continued, used to be reckoned ominous; but the superstition is passing away. -W. W., 1827. Jemima Quillinan.-ED. § Compare the Ancient Mariner, Part VII., st. 23.—Ed. CONCLUSION. Who gives his Angels wings to speed through air, 169 If these brief Records, by the Muses' art All fitful cares, all transitory zeal! So timely Grace the immortal wing may heal, 1 1837. vision bound. 1827. * To whom the Dedication of these sonnets in 1827 (p. 154), and the Conclusion (p. 169), were addressed, it is perhaps impossible to determine. I incline to the belief that the series was dedicated to his sister, and that the concluding sonnet was inscribed to his daughter.-ED. This line alludes to Sonnets which will be found in another Class.W. W., 1827. He refers to the Sonnets on Liberty, &c.-ED. 1828. The poems belonging to 1828 include two short pieces, suggested during the fortnight which Wordsworth spent on the Rhine with his daughter and S. T. Coleridge in that year, The Morning Exercise, The Triad, the two on The Wishing-Gate, The Gleaner, and the ode on The Power of Sound. A JEWISH FAMILY. (IN A SMALL VALLEY OPPOSITE ST GOAR, UPON THE RHINE.) [Coleridge, my daughter, and I, in 1828, passed a fortnight upon the banks of the Rhine, principally under the hospitable roof of Mr Aders of Gotesburg, but two days of the time we spent at St Goar in rambles among the neighbouring valleys. It was at St Goar that I saw the Jewish family here described. Though exceedingly poor, and in rags, they were not less beautiful than I have endeavoured to make them appear. We had taken a little dinner with us in a basket, and invited them to partake of it, which the mother refused to do, both for herself and children, saying it was with them a fast-day; adding, diffidently, that whether such observances were right or wrong, she felt it her duty to keep them strictly. The Jews, who are numerous on this part of the Rhine, greatly surpass the German peasantry in the beauty of their features and in the intelligence of their countenances. But the lower classes of the German peasantry have, here at least, the air of people grievously opprest. Nursing mothers, at the age of seven or eight-and-twenty, often look haggard and far more decayed and withered than women of Cumberland and Westmoreland twice their age. This comes from being under-fed and over-worked in their vineyards in a hot and glaring sun.] GENIUS of Raphael! if thy wings Might bear thee to this glen, With faithful memory left of things 1 To pencil dear and pen, With memory left of shapes and things MS. Letter of Dorothy Wordsworth. |