"SOFT IS THE MUSIC THAT WOULD CHARM FOR EVER;-(WORDSWORTH)

These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof
Self-poised, and scooped into ten thousand cells
Where light and shade repose--where music dwells

Lingering and wandering on as loth to die,

Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof

That they were born for immortality.

[This sonnet was suggested by King's College Chapel, Cambridge; one of the finest specimens extant of the later Gothic architecture.]

"GOD, WHO INSTRUCTS THE BRUTES TO SCENT ALL CHANGES OF THE ELEMENT, WHOSE WISDOM FIXED THE SCALE

THE FLOWER OF SWEETEST SMELL IS SHY AND LOWLY."--WORDSWORTH.

OF NATURES, FOR OUR WANTS PROVIDES BY HIGHER, SOMETIMES HUMBLER, GUIDES, WHEN REASON FAILS."-WORDSWORTH.

"DELICIOUS IS THE LAY THAT SINGS THE HAUNTS OF HAPPY LOVERS (WILLIAM WORDSWORTH)

BRIGHT AS THE GLIMPSES OF ETERNITY-(w. WORDSWORTH)

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.

Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again!

THE PATH THAT LEADS THEM TO THE GROVE, THE LEAFY GROVE THAT COVERS."-WORDSWORTH.

[The reader's attention may here be called to the masterly skill with which the poet has employed the effect of distance, the beauty of his

TO SAINTS ACCORDED IN THEIR MORTAL HOUR."-WORDSWORTH.

"ON EARTH BELOW, THEY BEST CAN SERVE TRUE GLADNESS

images being much increased by their remoteness. The nightingale sing-
ing in the Arabian desert, and the cuckoo among the far-off Hebrides, call
up a succession of magical pictures in the mind, and to the inner eye of

the reader.]

"TIS NOT IN BATTLES THAT FROM YOUTH WE TRAIN THE GOVERNOR WHO MUST BE WISE AND GOOD;-(WORDSWORTH)

TO THE CUCKOO.

BLITHE new-comer! I have heard,

I hear thee and rejoice:

O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,
Or but a wandering Voice?

While I am lying on the grass,

Thy twofold shout I hear;
From hill to hill it seems to pass,

At once far off and near.

Though babbling only to the vale

Of sunshine and of flowers,
Thou bringest unto me a tale
Of visionary hours.

Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring!

Even yet thou art to me;
No bird, but an invisible Thing,
A Voice, a Mystery.

The same whom in my school-boy days
I listened to; that cry

Which made me look a thousand ways

In bush, and tree, and sky.

To seek thee did I often rove
Through woods and on the green;
And thou wert still a hope, a love;

Still longed for, never seen!

WHO MEET MOST FEELINGLY THE CALLS OF SADNESS."-WORDSWORTH.

AND TEMPER WITH THE STERNNESS OF THE BRAIN THOUGHTS WOMANLY, AND MEEK AS WOMANHOOD."-WORDSWORTH.

"WISDOM DOTH LIVE WITH CHILDREN ROUND HER KNEES: BOOKS, LEISURE, PERFECT FREEDOM,

"To seek thee did I often rove through woods."]

And I can listen to thee yet;
Can lie upon the plain
And listen, till I do beget
That golden time again.

O blessed bird! the earth we pace

Again appears to be

THAT WINDS INTO ITSELF FOR SWEET RETURN."-WORDSWORTH.

AND THE TALK

"NE'ER CAN THE WAY BE IRKSOME OR FORLORN-(WORDSWORTH)

MAN HOLDS WITH WEEK-DAY MAN IN THE HOURLY WALK OF THE MIND'S BUSINESS."-WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.

"NO GRANDEUR NOW IN NATURE OR IN BOOK DELIGHTS US-(WILLIAM WORDSWORTH)

THE SENSE THAT PAINTS, BY STRENGTH OF Sorrow,

LAODAMIA.

An unsubstantial, fairy place

That is fit home for thee!

[From "Miscellaneous Poems."]

LAODAMIA.

[The Delphic oracle having foretold that the first Greek who landed on the shores of Troy would die, Protesilaus offers himself up as a victim; leaps upon the sandy plain, and falls by a hostile sword.

"Him, springing to the shore,

First of the Greeks, a Dardan warrior slew."

HOMER, Iliad, ii. 695 (Lord Derby's Translation).

Laodamia, his wife, overcome with grief, implores the infernal gods to be
allowed to converse with him. Her affection prevails, and Hermes con-
ducts him to the upper world for the space of three hours. Protesilaus
then returns to the shades, and his wife expires.-See the "Fables" of
Hyginus, 108, and the "Iphigenia in Aulis" of Euripides. His tomb
was pointed out near Eleus, in the Thracian Chersonesus; and the belief
was, that the nymphs had planted elm-trees round it, which, when they
grew high enough to see Troy, immediately died away, fresh shoots spring-
ing from their roots.-See PLINY, Hist. Nat., xvi. 99. We give the con-
cluding portion of the noble poem, informed with Christian sentiment,
which Wordsworth has founded on the Greek myth.]

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UT if thou goest, I follow." "Peace!" he said,-
She looked upon him, and was calmed and cheered;
The ghastly colour from his lips had fled;

In his deportment, shape, and mien, appeared
Elysian beauty, melancholy grace,

Brought from a pensive though a happy place.

He spake of love, and love as Spirits feel
In worlds whose course is equable and pure;
No fears to beat away-no strife to heal-
The past unsighed for, and the future sure;

THE UNCONQUERABLE STRENGTH OF LOVE.". -WORDSWORTH.

RAPINE, AVARICE, EXPENSE, THIS IS IDOLATRY; AND THESE WE ADORE."-WORDSWORTH.

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