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To the Cuckoo ............... 375

To

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The Infant M- M- . . . . . . . . . . . 376

To — in her Seventieth Year ........ 377

To Rotha Q- .. .. ... .... ... 378

A Gravestone upon the Floor in the Cloisters of Worces-

ter Cathedral. ............. 378

Roman Antiquities discovered at Bishopstone, Hereford

shire . ................. 379

Chatsworth! thy stately mansion, and the pride ... 380

A Tradition of Oker Hill in Darley Dale, Derbyshire.

Filial Piety ................

381

To the Author's Portrait ........... 382

Why art thou silent? Is thy love a plant .:...

To B. R. Haydon, on seeing his Picture of Napoleon

Buonaparte on the Island of St. Helena . ..... 383

A Poet ! - He hath put his heart to school . .... 383

The most alluring clouds that mount the sky.... 384

On a Portrait of the Duke of Wellington upon the Field

of Waterloo, by Haydon . .........

385

Composed on a May Morning, 1838 .......

Lo! where she stands fixed in a saint-like trance .. 386

To a Painter . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

387

On the same Subject . . . . . . . . . . .

387

Hark! 't is the Thrush, undaunted, undeprest. ... 388

'T is He whose yester-evening's high disdain .... 389

O what a Wreck! how changed in mien and speech! .. 389

Intent on gathering wool from hedge and brake ... 390

A Plea for Authors, May, 1838 ......... 390

Valedictory Sonnet ............. 391

To the Rev. Christopher Wordsworth, D.D., Master of

Harrow School . . . . . . . . . . . . . 392

To the Planet Venus, upon its Approximation (as an

Evening Star) to the Earth, Jan. 1838 ..... 392

Wansfell! this Household has a favored lot. .... 393

While beams of orient light shoot wide and high. .. 394

In my mind's eye a Temple, like a cloud . ...... 394

On the projected Kendal and Windermere Railway . . 395

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POEMS ON THE NAMING OF PLACES.

ADVERTISEMENT.

By persons resident in the country and attached to rural objects, many places will be found unnamed or of unknown names, where little incidents must have occurred, or feelings been experienced, which will have given to such places a private and peculiar interest. From a wish to give some sort of record to such incidents, and renew the gratification of such feelings, names have been given to places by the Author and some of his friends, and the following Poemas written in consequence.

I. It was an April morning : fresh and clear The Rivulet, delighting in its strength, Ran with a young man's speed; and yet the voice Of waters which the Winter had supplied Was softened down into a vernal tone. The spirit of enjoyment and desire, And hopes and wishes, from all living things Went circling, like a multitude of sounds. The budding groves seemed eager to urge on The steps of June; as if their various hues Were anly hindrances that stood between

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Them and their object : but, meanwhile, prevailed
Such an entire contentment in the air,
That every naked ash, and tardy tree
Yet leafless, showed as if the countenance
With which it looked on this delightful day
Were native to the Summer. — Up the brook
I roamed in the confusion of my heart,
Alive to all things and forgetting all.
At length I to a sudden turning came
In this continuous glen, where down a rock
The Stream, so ardent in its course before,
Sent forth such sallies of glad sound, that all
Which I till then had heard appeared the voice
Of common pleasure: beast and bird, the lamb,
The shepherd's dog, the linnet and the thrush,
Vied with this waterfall, and made a song,
Which, while I listened, seemed like the wild

growth Or like some natural produce of the air, That could not cease to be. Green leaves were

here; But ’t was the foliage of the rocks, — the birch, The yew, the holly, and the bright green thorn, With hanging islands of resplendent furze: And on a summit, distant a short space, By any who should look beyond the dell, A single mountain-cottage might be seen. I gazed and gazed, and to myself I said, “ Our thoughts at least are ours; and this wild

nook,

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