5 -Wordsworth. 20. SHE DWELT AMONG THE UNTRODDEN WAYS. She dwelt among the untrodden ways A maid whom there were none to praise, A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! -Fair as a star when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me! -Wordsworth. 10 234 I TRAVELLED AMONG UNKNOWN MEN. 21.-A SLUMBER DID MY SPIRIT SEAL A slumber did my spirit seal ; I had no human fears : She seem'd a thing that could not feel No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees, With rocks, and stones, and trees. -Wordsworth. 22.-I TRAVELL'D AMONG UNKNOWN MEN. I travell'd among unknown men Nor, England! did I know till then 23.-ENGLAND AND SWITZERLAND, 1802. Two Voices are there; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains; each a mighty voice: There came a tyrant, and with holy glee 5 Thou fought'st against him,—but hast vainly striven: -Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft ; 24.-LONDON, 1802. -Wordsworth. Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour; Have forfeited their ancient English dower 10 5 Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea, 10 Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free; So didst thou travel on life's common way -Wordsworth, 25.-UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, SEPT. 3, 1803. Earth has not anything to show more fair: The beauty of the morning: silent, bare, 5 Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill; 10 The river glideth at his own sweet will: -Wordsworth. 26. THE INNER VISION. Most sweet it is with un-uplifted eyes Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene, 5 If Thought and Love desert us, from that day 10 Whate'er the senses take or may refuse, The Mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews -Wordsworth. 27.-LONDON, SEPTEMBER, 1802. O Friend! I know not which way I must look To think that now our life is only drest 5 10 Plain living and high thinking are no more: The homely beauty of the good old cause 28.-TO SLEEP. -Wordsworth. A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by One after one; the sound of rain, and bees I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay, Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth? -Wordsworth. 5 10 |