THE POEM Were there, below, a spot of holy ground Where from distress a refuge might be found, And
solitude prepare the soul for heaven; Sure, nature's God that spot to man had given  Where falls the purple morning far and wide In flakes of light upon the mountain-side; Where with loud voice the power of water shakes  The leafy wood, or sleeps in quiet lakes. Yet not unrecompensed the man shall roam, Who at the call of summer quits his home, And plods through some wide realm o'er vale and height, Though seeking only holiday delight;  At least, not owning to himself an aim To which the sage would give a prouder name.  No gains too cheaply earned his fancy cloy, Though every passing zephyr whispers joy; Brisk toil, alternating with ready ease, Feeds the clear current of his sympathies.  For him sod-seats the cottage-door adorn; And peeps the far-off spire, his evening bourn! Dear is the forest frowning o'er his head, And dear the velvet green-sward to his tread:  Moves there a cloud o'er mid-day's flaming eye? Upward he looks--"and calls it luxury:" [E] Kind Nature's charities his steps attend; In every babbling brook he finds a friend; While  chastening thoughts of sweetest use, bestowed By wisdom, moralise his pensive road. Host of his welcome inn, the noon-tide bower, To his spare meal he calls the passing poor; He views the sun uplift his golden fire, Or sink, with heart alive like Memnon's lyre; [F] Blesses the moon that comes with kindly ray, To light him shaken by his rugged way.  Back from his sight no bashful children steal; He sits a brother at the cottage-meal;  His humble looks no shy restraint impart; Around him plays at will the virgin heart. While unsuspended wheels the village dance, The maidens eye him with enquiring glance, Much wondering by what fit of crazing care, Or desperate love, bewildered, he came there.  A hope, that prudence could not then approve, That clung to Nature with a truant's love, O'er Gallia's wastes of corn my footsteps led; Her files of road-elms, high above my head In long-drawn vista, rustling in the breeze; Or where her pathways straggle as they please By lonely farms and secret villages. But lo! the Alps ascending white in air,  Toy with the sun and glitter from afar. And now, emerging from the forest's gloom, I greet thee, Chartreuse, while I mourn thy doom. Whither is fled that Power whose frown severe
Restlessly flashing. my foot the hidden margin roves Of Como. from the narrow deeps. whose shades of no rude noise  complain. Or. [L] 'mid her falling fanes deplores For ever broke. sees From rock-hewn steps the sail between the trees. A viewless flight of laughing Demons mock The Cross. 'mid opening cliffs. the giddy steeps Tower. The loitering traveller  hence. from the bending rocks. No meadows thrown between. Or lurk in woody sunless glens profound. seems to mount like fire:  There. From Bruno's forest screams the affrighted jay.[K] Swelling the outcry dull. all unshaded. And o'er the whitened wave their shadows fling-The pathway leads. half a village shines.  Cloud-piercing pine-trees nod their troubled heads. or thy lone retreats. that touch the water's bound. Beholds the unwearied sweep of wood that scales Thy cliffs. the spire. the sabbath of her bowers. Soft bosoms breathe around contagious sighs.  And Silence loves its purple roof of vines. delicious scene! the eye that greets Thy open beauties. from amid the darkened roofs. The cloister startles at the gleam of arms.  Aloft. From ringing team apart  and grating wain-To flat-roofed towns. as round the steeps it twines. obtrusive cling. arrayed In golden light. once in deathlike fetters bound. More pleased.  Thy lowly cots that sprinkle all the shore. Chains that were loosened only by the sound Of holy rites chanted in measured round?  --The voice of blasphemy the fane alarms. 
. And steals into the shade the lazy oar. How blest. fair dark-eyed maids Tend the small harvest of their garden glades. the endless waters of thy vales. at evening. bare or sylvan.Awed sober Reason till she crouched in fear?  _That_ Silence. [G] Bent o'er the groaning flood that sweeps away his tears.  half hides itself in shade: While.  The  thundering tube the aged angler hears. by angels planted [H] on the aerial rock. that long resounds Portentous through her old woods' trackless bounds. Vallombre. Strong terror checks the female peasant's sighs. And start the astonished shades at female eyes. --To towns. Or marks. here. And slow the insulted eagle wheels away. bosomed deep in chestnut groves. blazing forests throw Rich golden verdure on the lake  below. And amorous music on the water dies. Or stops the solemn mountain-shades to view Stretch o'er the pictured mirror broad and blue.  Spires.  The "parting Genius" [J] sighs with hollow breath Along the mystic streams of Life and Death. rocks. Slow glides the sail along the illumined shore. And track the yellow lights from steep to steep. As up the opposing hills they slowly creep. and lawns a browner night o'erspreads.
whence the matin bell Calls forth the woodman from his desert cell. that cleave.  --A Hermit with his family around! But let us hence. Where. 'Mid smoking woods gleams hid from morning's ray  Slow-travelling down the western hills. blue or grey. for fair Locarno smiles Embowered in walnut slopes and citron isles: Or seek at eve the banks of Tusa's stream. --Thy lake. Thy glittering steeples. Thy towns. With sad congratulation joins the train
. the peasant's home Left vacant for the day. And quickens the blithe sound of oars that pass Along the steaming lake. I loved to roam. His children's children listened to the sound. and compose the oar-forgotten floods.  But once I pierced the mazes of a wood In which a cabin undeserted stood. Where sparkling eyes and breaking smiles illume The sylvan cabin's lute-enlivened gloom. forcing the sunk mind to dwell On joys that might disgrace the captive's cell.  'mid dim towers and woods. Hang o'er the abyss. Stretched at his feet. to go O'er life's long deserts with its charge of woe. Yet are thy softer arts with power indued To soothe and cheer the poor man's solitude. to early mass.  To all that binds  the soul in powerless trance. to' enfold  Its green-tinged margin in a blaze of gold. and ringlet-tossing dance.  Thy torrents shooting from the clear-blue sky. While Slavery. in solemn gloom. aspire To where afar rich orange lustres glow Round undistinguished clouds. Lip-dewing song. and last and chief to you. By silent cottage-doors. The mind condemned.  There an old man an olden measure scanned On a rude viol touched with withered hand. and snow: Or. and rocks. Whence lutes and voices down the enchanted woods Steal. like swallows' nests. that. led where Via Mala's chasms confine The indignant waters of the infant Rhine. and. retire The dull-red steeps.  As lambs or fawns in April clustering lie  Under a hoary oak's thin canopy. whose else impervious gloom  His burning eyes with fearful light illume. her [M] waters gleam. Her shameless timbrel shakes on Como's marge.  But now farewell to each and all--adieu To every charm. --Alas! the very murmur of the streams Breathes o'er the failing soul voluptuous dreams.  Ye lovely maidens that in noontide shade Rest near your little plots of wheaten glade.Each with its  household boat beside the door.  That glimmer hoar in eve's last light descried Dim from the twilight water's shaggy side. And lures  from bay to bay the vocal barge. From the bright wave. streaked or dappled. darkening still. without reprieve. on high. with stedfast upward eye.
By many a votive death-cross [Q] planted near. The kneeling peasant scarcely dares to gaze. and darkness comes and goes. And watered duly with the pious tear. In solemn shapes before the admiring eye Dilated hang the misty pines on high.Where beasts and men together o'er the plain Move on--a mighty caravan of pain: Hope. Lo. Listens. the bridge.  By rocks that.  Fixed on the anchor left by Him who saves Alike in whelming snows. where she sits beneath yon shaggy rock. at the flashes broad Starts.  While pastoral pipes and streams the landscape lull.  And beams of evening slipping in between. to the drowsy crow of midnight cock. When not a star supplies the comfort of its light.  There. over rock or sloping pasture creep. the maddened Reuss our guide. Itself all trembling at the torrent's power. Cling tremblingly to rocks as loose as they. strength. Stoops her sick head. By cells [P] upon whose image. and shuts her weary eyes. The still vale lengthens underneath its shade Of low-hung vapour: on the freshened mead The green light sparkles. like a horse. Or on her fingers counts the distant clock. in clear view displayed. on the brown wood-cottages [R] they sleep. That faded silent from the upward eye Unmoved with each rude form of peril nigh. Huge convent domes with pinnacles and towers. while he prays. Only the waning moon hangs dull and red Above a melancholy mountain's head.  On as we journey. And the fierce torrent.  Where mists. But soon a peopled region on the sight Opens--a little world of calm delight. Spread roof like o'er the deep secluded vale. And bells of passing mules that tinkle dull. social suffering brings.
. Freshening the wilderness with shades and springs. A cowering shape half hid in curling smoke!  When lightning among clouds and mountain-snows Predominates. Then sets. and courage. or quakes while from the forest's gulf Howls near and nearer yet the famished wolf. In total gloom the Vagrant sighs. and roaring waves. Gently illuminate a sober scene:-- Here. Or.--the dim bowers recede.  By choice or doom a gipsy wanders here. A nursling babe her only comforter. suspended on the expiring gale. shutting out the blessed day. in that dread hour. beside the glaring road-She seeks a covert from the battering shower In the roofed bridge [N]. --There be whose lot far otherwise is cast: Sole human tenant of the piny waste.  Nor is she more at ease on some _still_ night.  From the green vale of Urseren smooth and wide Descend we now.
Winds neither road nor path for foot to tread:  The rocks rise naked as a wall. or stretch. And grasps by fits her sword.  Yet here and there. and often eyes.) No peasant leans upon his pole. wildly pausing.And antique castles seen through gleamy  showers. Whether some old Swiss air hath checked her haste Or thrill of Spartan fife is caught between the blast. cormorants. And its last echo. And. Shy as the jealous chamois. in long perspective glittering. is powerless to exclude. to shun
.  Yet thither the world's business finds its way At times. Glances the wheeling eagle's glorious form! Eastward. awake! To sterner pleasure. Up from the lake a zigzag path will creep To reach a small wood-hut hung boldly on the steep.  And what if ospreys. Nor stop but where creation seems to end.  All day the floods a deepening murmur pour: The sky is veiled. Exulting 'mid the winter of the skies.  Contentment shares the desolate domain  With Independence. the foodful ear. oft she hangs aghast. Freedom flies. by Uri's lake In Nature's pristine majesty outspread. At midnight listens till his parting oar.  Where the green apple shrivels on the spray.  There doth the maiden watch her lover's sail Approaching. From such romantic dreams.  Swoln with incessant rains from hour to hour. child of high Disdain. Those lofty cliffs a hundred streams unfold. herons cry. But what a sudden burst of overpowering light! Triumphant on the bosom of the storm. my soul.  However stern. and every cheerful sight: Dark is the region as with coming night.  Aerial pines from loftier steeps ascend. Their watch-dog ne'er his angry bark foregoes. to tell For whom at morning tolled the funeral bell. The shady porch ne'er offered a cool seat To pilgrims overcome by summer's heat. if 'mid the savage scene Appears a scanty plot of smiling green. And pines the unripened pear in summer's kindliest ray. And sometimes. shine The wood-crowned cliffs that o'er the lake recline. can be heard no more. and tales unsought beguile the day. Amid tempestuous vapours driving by. Far o'er the water. and upbraid the tardy gale. hung with groves of beech.  At once to pillars turned that flame with gold: Behind his sail the peasant shrinks. where.  Or hovering over wastes too bleak to rear That common growth of earth. as from rock to rock she bounds The Patriot nymph starts at imagined sounds. And _there_ are those fond thoughts which Solitude.  --Before those thresholds (never can they know  The face of traveller passing to and fro. Touched by the beggar's moan of human woes.
 But. Or wild Aosta lulled by Alpine rills. To see a planet's pomp and steady light In the least star of scarce-appearing night. Feels not the spirit of the place control. and view Those fast-receding depths of sable blue Flying till vision can no more pursue!  --At once bewildering mists around him close. Or rouse  and agitate his labouring soul? Say. through tracts abrupt of desolate space. till the ruin. Bread has he none. lo! the boatman. to rend Its way with uproar.  And far and wide the icy summits blaze. While the pale moon moves near him. and Voice. While his eyes sparkle with heroic tears. can tell What high resolves exalt the tenderest thought Of him whom passion rivets to the spot. Save when the avalanche breaks loose. Shorn of its beams. Which unsubstantial Phantoms sacred keep. that walks where men of ancient days Have wrought with godlike arm the deeds of praise. felt By mountains.  that burns like one dilated sun. Or rather stay to taste the mild delights 285
.The _west_. Rejoicing in the glory of her rays: To him the day-star glitters small and bright. shuts for aye his prison door. or on that highland dell. the snow must be his drink. And glad Dundee in "faint huzzas" [S] expired? But now with other mind I stand alone Upon the summit of this naked cone. A crucible of mighty compass.  Where breathed the gale that caught Wolfe's happiest sigh. Where silent Hours their death-like sway extend. before The pictured fane of Tell suspends his oar. Confused the Marathonian tale appears.  The eagle of the Alps o'ershades her prey. on the bound Of ether. and Motion sleep. And.  [T] Through vacant worlds where Nature never gave A brook to murmur or a bough to wave. Thro' worlds where Life. And the last sunbeam fell on Bayard's eye. with angry roar Descending.  Thunders through echoing pines the headlong Aar. insufferably white. And cold and hunger are his least of woes. The Demon of the snow. overawed. shining with diminished round. glowing till they seem to melt. Now couch thyself where. Soon with despair's whole weight his spirits sink. ere his eyes can close upon the day. Mocks the dull ear of Time with deaf abortive sound. And he can look beyond the sun. heard with fear afar.  --'Tis his. drowned In some dense wood or gulf of snow profound. Where bleeding Sidney from the cup retired. while wandering on from height to height. On Zutphen's plain. And watch the fearless chamois-hunter chase His prey. Through which rough Garry cleaves his way.  And who. by thinking on Canadian hills. who.
of falling snow.  The pastoral Swiss begin the cliffs to scale. now of deadly taste: Nor Winter yet his frozen stores had piled.--he gained The tempting spot with every sinew strained. climb the dangerous steep. And plants were wholesome.
. heard remote.  And like the Patriarchs in their simple age Move.  When shouts and lowing herds the valley fill. [W] The solitary heifer's deepened low. Leaps with a bound of graceful hardihood.  And downward thence a knot of grass he throws. the southern breeze Comes on to gladden April with the sight Of green isles widening on each snow-clad height. from the sunny breast of open seas. a stranger seen below  the boy Shouts from the echoing hills with savage joy. and voices. for ever tinkling round. 'cross the foaming flood. And bays with myrtle fringed. answering every close. where no trace of man the spot profanes. half-deterred.  Then the milk-thistle flourished through the land. and pine-woods' steady _sugh_. --Is there who 'mid these awful wilds has seen The native Genii walk the mountain green? Or heard. Where huge rocks tremble to the bellowing herd. All motions. An idle voice the sabbath region fills Of Deep that calls to Deep across the hills. And. Food for his beasts in time of winter snows. Soft music o'er  the aerial summit steal? While o'er the desert.  Save when. Nought but the _chalets_. Leaving to silence the deserted vale.  And hear the rattling thunder far below. Another high on that green ledge.  --Far different life from what Tradition hoar Transmits of happier lot in times of yore!  Then Summer lingered long. --And sure there is a secret Power that reigns Here. Or distant herds that pasturing upward creep. Usurping where the fairest herbage smiled: Nor Hunger driven the herds from pastures bare.  High and more high in summer's heat they go. far and nigh. When. Blend in a music of tranquillity. on high Suspended 'mid the quiet of the sky.  One I behold who. as the verdure leads.  How still! no irreligious sound or sight Rouses the soul from her severe delight. To climb the treacherous cliffs for scanty fare. Rich steam of sweetest perfume comes and goes. Faint wail of eagle melting into blue Beneath the cliffs. sounds. And louder torrents stun the noon-tide hill. [V] flat and bare. while other worlds their charms reveal. Or steal beneath the mountains. And with that voice accords the soothing sound  Of drowsy bells. Or rumbling. the wild bees' safe abode:  Continual waters  welling cheered the waste. not untended. and honey flowed From out the rocks.Of pensive Underwalden's [U] pastoral heights. from stage to stage.
Man entirely free. Talk. The work of Freedom daring to oppose. A single chasm. Was blest as free--for he was Nature's child. through mist their tops uprear. prepared With this "the blessings he enjoys to guard. Far-stretched beneath the many-tinted hills. The eye sublime. the low of herds.  Then. ever just. 'Tis morn: with gold the verdant mountain glows. by faithful  Nature guarded. Nought round its darling precincts can he find But brings some past enjoyment to his mind. Nature. Walked none restraining. out-stretched. reclining upon Pleasure's urn. alone and wild. A mighty waste of mist the valley fills.  Alas! that human guilt provoked the rod  Of angry Nature to avenge her God.  --Well taught by that to feel his rights. nor less Alive to independent happiness. the heifer's tinkling bell. The simple  dignity no forms debase.
. and by none restrained: Confessed no law but what his reason taught. The bark of dogs. A solemn sea! whose billows wide around  Stand motionless. laughter.  Thus does the father to his children tell Of banished bliss." [X] And. to awful silence bound: Pines. as his native hills encircle ground For many a marvellous  victory renowned. Gapes in the centre of the sea--and through That dark mysterious gulf ascending. and wished but what he ought. on the coast. Did all he wished. and surly lion-grace: The slave of none. [Y] innumerable foes. As man in his primeval dower arrayed The image of his glorious Sire displayed. with soul unraised:  Nor is his spirit less enrapt. With few in arms. More high. Thrice every day. all superior but his God disdained. Still. and whispers his return. a gulf of gloomy blue. and perchance a church-tower knell:  Think not. While Hope. the peasant from aloft has gazed And heard with heart unmoved.And forced the full-swoln udder to demand.  Binds her wild wreaths. the snowy peaks with hues of rose. He. His book he prizes. That like to leaning masts of stranded ships appear. the pail and welcome hand. Even so. by fancy loved too well. When to those famous  fields his steps are led. when he lies. here The traces of primeval Man appear. at even-tide Upon the fragrant mountain's purple side:  For as the pleasures of his simple day Beyond his native valley seldom stray. And merry flageolet. to him imparts Joys only given to uncorrupted hearts. nor neglects his sword. of beasts alone the lord.  Mount through the nearer vapours notes of birds. sound Innumerable streams with roar profound. Once.
And Pikes.  In sea-like reach of prospect round him spread. While needle peaks of granite shooting bare Tremble in ever-varying tints of air. He hears the chiding of the baffled wind. With one bright bell. Remembered half the year and hoped the rest. from his inner hoard. blest within himself. His bosom heaves. That hut which on the hills so oft employs 480 His thoughts. 485 To glance a look upon the well-matched pair. above him and below.  And as a swallow. of darkness named and fear and storms. he shrinks not from the sound. Like sun-lit tempests. Tinged like an angel's smile all rosy red-Awe in his breast with holiest love unites. he oft descends. his Spirit towers amain. Fitfully. And when a gathering weight of shadows brown Falls on the valleys as the sun goes down. and holy is the air.  Beyond the senses and their little reign. discontent. to deck.  And here the unwilling mind  may more than trace The general sorrows of the human race: The churlish gales of penury.--compelled by Powers which only deign That _solitary_ man disturb their reign. Awful the light. And oft. --Alas! in every clime a flying ray Is all we have to cheer our wintry way. a favourite heifer's neck. at the hour of rest. There where the peal  of swelling torrents fills The sky-roofed temple of the eternal hills. the central point of all his joys. Peeps often ere she darts into her nest.  safely guarded by the woods behind. that blow Cold as the north-wind o'er a waste of snow. Hears Winter calling all his terrors round. Or. Bright stars of ice and azure fields of snow.
. [Z] Uplift in quiet their illumined forms. 490 And. So to the homestead. when that dread vision hath past by. troubled transports roll. If dairy-produce.  He holds with God himself communion high. Well pleased  upon some simple annual feast. when upon the mountain's silent brow Reclined.  Till storm and driving ice blockade him there.  Through Nature's vale his homely pleasures glide. The bound of all his vanity. he sees.An unknown power connects him with the dead: For images of other worlds are there. where the grandsire tends A little prattling child. Dear and more dear the lessening circle grows. through his soul. Unstained by envy. There. Of thrice ten summers dignify  the board. And the near heavens impart their own delights. and in flashes. 
When downward to his winter hut he goes. Yet more. and pride.  To them  the gentle groups of bliss deny That on the noon-day bank of leisure lie.
535 Yet. beholds again! When long familiar joys are all resigned. Full oft the father.  While prayer contends with silenced agony.  By an uncertain light revealed. the exile roves. If the sad grave of human ignorance bear One flower of hope--oh.  How gaily murmur and how sweetly taste The fountains [Dd] reared for them  amid the waste! 560 Their thirst they slake:--they wash their toil-worn feet. While ghastly faces through the gloom appear. or care. And search the affections to their inmost cell.  And from his nest  amid the storms of heaven Drives. undimmed. Why does their sad remembrance haunt the mind?  Lo! where through flat Batavia's willowy groves. that falls On the mute Image and the troubled walls.  Yes. and seas of snow that shine. once more the hills illume!  Fresh  gales and dews of life's delicious morn. thy silent song resume! Ye flattering eastern lights. return! Alas! the little joy to man allowed. eagle-like. And some with tears of joy each other greet. and hope that works in fear.  Poison. I must  see you when ye first behold Those holy turrets tipped with evening gold. Within a temple stands an awful shrine. Fades like the lustre of an evening cloud. pausing  on an Alpine spire. seems their title to disown. Death would be else the favourite friend of woe. O'er the curled waters Alpine measures swell. While they are drawing toward the sacred floor Where. Sweet poison spreads along the listener's veins. Between interminable tracts of pine. With stern composure  watches to the plain-And never.  Abortive joy. so they fondly think.  Surely in other thoughts contempt may die. when his sons have grown To manhood. which not a frame of steel can brave. Turning past pleasures into mortal pains. grief. [Aa]
Gay lark of hope. when opprest by sickness. Bows his young head with sorrow to the grave.  Or like the beauty in a flower installed.  'Mid savage rocks. and cannot be recalled. Ensiedlen's [Bb] wretched fane. those sons as he was driven. pass and leave it there! [Cc] 540
The tall sun. In that glad moment will for you a sigh 565
. lost fragrance of the heart.Powers that support an unremitting  strife With all the tender charities of life. Flings o'er the wilderness a stream of fire: Now meet we other pilgrims ere the day  555 Close on the remnant of their weary way. eagle-like. We still confide in more than we can know. And taught that pain is pleasure's natural heir. the worm shall gnaw no more. Oh! give not me that eye of hard disdain That views. Or by the lazy Seine. 530 And thou. Whose season was.
throughout  his lonely bounds The crash of ruin fitfully resounds. And grey-haired men look up with livelier brow.  Hail Freedom! whether it was mine to stray. Still have I found. unrivall'd  Vale! [Ff] Waves the ripe harvest in the autumnal gale. Here all the seasons revel hand in hand: 575 'Mid lawns and shades by breezy rivulets fanned   They sport beneath that mountain's matchless height  That holds no commerce with the summer night.  In that glad moment when your  hands are prest In mute devotion on the thankful breast! Last. With shrill winds whistling round my lonely way. the Sourd [Gg] prolongs his mournful cry!  --Yet. let us turn to Chamouny that shields  With rocks and gloomy woods  her fertile fields: 570 Five streams of ice amid her cots descend. And orange gale that o'er Lugano blows.  On infant cheeks there fresher roses blow. [Ee] From age to age. To scent the sweets of Piedmont's breathing rose. And every passing breeze will testify. and only there. Sole sound. That virtue languishes and pleasure fails. art doomed to pine And droop. while no Italian arts are thine. That thou. fair France! though now the traveller sees Thy three-striped banner fluctuate on the breeze.  There. [Ee] What marvel then if many a Wanderer sigh.  While the remotest hamlets blessings share In thy loved  presence known. And nightingales desert the village grove. And the short thunder. And with wild flowers and blooming orchards blend. 580 Appalling  havoc! but serene his brow.Be heaved. That cease not till night falls. and the flash of arms.  Scared by the fife and rumbling drum's alarms. a smoother path is wound. where Tyranny prevails. or but a half-hour's guest. when far and nigh.-- To greet the traveller needing food and rest. the slave of slaves. Though martial songs have banished songs of love. Where hum on busier wing her happy bees. _Heart_-blessings--outward treasures too which the eye Of the sun peeping through the clouds can spy. belike with jasmine bound Or woodbine wreaths.  That not for thy reward. of charitable sympathy. Where daylight lingers on  perpetual snow. Glitter the stars.  And oh.  On  the bleak sides of Cumbria's heath-clad moors. Housed for the night. to soften or refine. to the porch. While roars the sullen Arve in anger by. the cottage-door: 585
. To soothe or cheer. Or where dank sea-weed lashes Scotland's shores.  The housewife there a brighter garden sees.--[Ee] A scene more fair than what the Grecian feigns Of purple lights and ever-vernal plains. and all is black below. hast thou found that Freedom spreads her power Beyond the cottage-hearth.
and to them alone are due. The measured echo of the distant flail Wound in more welcome cadence down the vale. that broke the murmuring streams. Chasing those pleasant dreams. Brood o'er the long-parched lands with Nile-like wings! And grant that every sceptred child of clay Who cries presumptuous. brave Land. swept in anger from the insulted shore. at break of day. within this humble cot Be scorn and fear and hope alike forgot  In timely sleep. from the flames a great and glorious birth. from the heavens supplied In copious showers. She knows that only from high aims ensue Rich guerdons. Methought from every cot the watchful bird Crowed with ear-piercing power till then unheard. And ripening foliage shone with richer gold. Yes. And cease the acknowledged purpose to withstand. oh! do thou preside Over the mighty stream now spreading wide: [Hh] So shall its waters. though pride's perverted ire Rouse hell's own aid.  --But foes are gathering--Liberty must raise Red on the hills her beacon's far-seen blaze. and owns beneath her eyes Her fields peculiar. and peculiar skies. When from October clouds a milder light Fell where the blue flood rippled into white.All nature smiles.  * * * * * FOOTNOTES
[Footnote A: See note to the "Juvenile Pieces" in the edition of 1836 (p. The first whose footsteps print the mountain dew.  Great God! by whom the strifes of men are weighed In an impartial balance. not the hope disown. and wrap thy fields in fire: Lo.--Ed. With more majestic course the water rolled.  the falling leaf Awoke a fainter sense  of moral grief. "Here the flood shall stay. 1). as I roamed where Loiret's waters glide Through rustling aspens heard from side to side."  May in its progress see thy guiding hand. to rise no more!  To-night. my Friend. and. from earth by wholesome springs. Each clacking mill. and when. On the tall peaks the glistening sunbeams play. Rocked the charmed thought in more delightful dreams. Sink with his servile bands.  With a light heart our course we may renew. Must bid the tocsin ring from tower to tower!-Nearer and nearer comes the trying hour!  Rejoice. As if a new-made heaven were hailing a new earth!  --All cannot be: the promise is too fair For creatures doomed to breathe terrestrial air: Yet not for this will sober reason frown Upon that promise. give thine aid To the just cause.]
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129. would have written. ll. "My companion in the Alps with Jones. and thinks it luxury. 1793. W.] [Footnote D: By an evident error. He lifts the tube. "My dear Jones".]
. 1793. W. stanza xx. as we do. S. [the end of the introductory text to 'Guilt and Sorrow'. from whose library it passed to that of its present owner. corrected in the first reprint of this edition (1840)." Dorothy Wordsworth gave this interesting relic to Miss Quillinan. 171: Blesses his stars. W. 1793." (He had given it to his sister Dorothy. C.]] [Footnote E: See Addison's 'Cato'. W. but Wordsworth addressed his friend as "Dear Sir. Act 1. which have every appearance of being inaccessible. l.--W."--Ed. or Charles Lamb.--W. W." and described his sister as "a Young Lady.--W. 1793.--Ed.) On the last page is written.[Footnote B: There is something characteristic in Wordsworth's addressing an intimate travelling companion in this way.--Ed.--Ed. W." and as a "Female Friend. 1793. W.] [Footnote H: Alluding to crosses seen on the tops of the spiry rocks of the Chartreuse.] [Footnote F: The lyre of Memnon is reported to have emitted melancholy or chearful tones..] [Footnote K: Names of rivers at the Chartreuse.--W. W. to D. 79. as it was touched by the sun's evening or morning rays. the following is written on the first page. 130.] [Footnote M: The river along whose banks you descend in crossing the Alps by the Simplon Pass---W. Wordsworth:" also "W. Wordsworth.] [Footnote L: Name of one of the valleys of the Chartreuse. See p.] [Footnote J: Compare Milton's 'Ode on the Nativity'. Gordon Wordsworth--of which the title-page is torn away. W. Mr. "I carried this Book with me in my pedestrian tour in the Alps with Jones.. and levels with his eye: Straight a short thunder breaks the frozen sky: Ed.--Ed. Scene i. T.] [Footnote C: In a small pocket copy of the 'Orlando Furioso' of Ariosto--now in the possession of the poet's grandson. the next poem in this text.] [Footnote G: Compare Pope's 'Windsor Forest'.
His latest draught o' breathin' leaves him In faint huzzas.--W.] [Footnote P: The Catholic religion prevails here. with
.--W. W. W. Ed. 1836. 1793.] [Footnote Q: Crosses commemorative of the deaths of travellers by the fall of snow and other accidents very common along this dreadful road.] [Footnote R: The houses in the more retired Swiss valleys are all built of wood.--W. and compare 'The Italian Itinerant and the Swiss Goatherd'. W. planted. the word could never rhyme with "blue. Scattered over the valley are to be found eleven stones. _Chalets_ are summer huts for the Swiss herdsmen.--Ed. in "Memorials of a Tour on the Continent" in 1820. if true. so that. 1815.] [Footnote X: See Smollett's 'Ode to Leven Water' in 'Humphry Clinker'. W. W. and in particular.--W. as used colloquially. the "gh" is pronounced. part ii. may proceed from their living more secluded.--W. 1793. as is well known.[Footnote N: Most of the bridges among the Alps are of wood and covered: these bridges have a heavy appearance. W.--W. Raymond's interesting observations annexed to his translation of Coxe's 'Tour in Switzerland'. 1.] [Footnote W: Sugh.] [Footnote T: For most of the images in the next sixteen verses I am indebted to M. 1793. W. W. 1793. 1793.--W.] [Footnote V: This picture is from the middle region of the Alps. a Scotch word expressive of the sound of the wind through the trees.] [Footnote U: The people of this Canton are supposed to be of a more melancholy disposition than the other inhabitants of the Alps: this.--W. W. like the Roman tombs. along the roadside. very common in the Catholic countries. and rather injure the effect of the scenery in some places. these cells are."--Ed. 1793.] [Footnote Y: Alluding to several battles which the Swiss in very small numbers have gained over their oppressors the house of Austria. to one fought at Naeffels near Glarus.] [Footnote S: See Burns's 'Postscript' to his 'Cry and Prayer': And when he fa's. in this Scotch word. It may be as well to add that. 1793.--W. where three hundred and thirty men defeated an army of between fifteen and twenty thousand Austrians.
W. in the Vale of Chamouni': And you. marking out as I was told upon the spot..--Ed. W. etc..--W. in their ascent of the mountain..] [Footnote Dd: Rude fountains built and covered with sheds for the accommodation of the pilgrims. the several places where the Austrians attempting to make a stand were repulsed anew. W. 1793.. the pike of storms.. 1793. on the banks of the Loire.] [Footnote Z: As Schreck-Horn.] [Footnote Ff: See note on Coleridge's 'Hymn before Sun-rise' on previous page.--W.--Ed. ye five wild torrents fiercely glad! . deprived of the benefit of water carriage. O struggling with the darkness all the night.] * * * * *
.] [Footnote Aa: The effect of the famous air called in French Ranz des Vaches upon the Swiss troops. .. 1793. Who. spread garlands at your feet? . at the close of the summer evenings. 1793. labouring under mental or bodily afflictions. And visited all night by troops of stars.--W. the year the battle was fought. Wetter-Horn. 1793.] [Footnote Bb: This shrine is resorted to.] [Footnote Hh: The duties upon many parts of the French rivers were so exorbitant that the poorer people.[in Footnote Ff directly above]] [Footnote Gg: An insect so called. W. heard. by multitudes. from every corner of the Catholick world. W. melancholy cry.--W..--W. etc.. which emits a short. W. were obliged to transport their goods by land. 1793. the pike of terror. The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly.] [Footnote Cc: Compare the Stanzas 'Composed in one of the Catholic Cantons'.--W. 1388. which refer to Einsiedlen. in the "Memorials of a Tour on the Continent" (1820).--Ed. with living flowers Of loveliest blue. Compare also Shelley's 'Mont Blanc'.] [Footnote Ee: Compare Coleridge's 'Hymn before Sun-rise. from a hope of relief.this inscription.--W. W. 1793. ..
"--Ed. or p.--Ed. the 28 lines.] [Sub-Footnote vi: Compare the Sonnet entitled 'The Author's Voyage down the Rhine.] [Sub-Footnote v: This and the following line are only in the editions of 1815 and 1820. and oft The angry Spirit of the water shriek'd." (HOME'S _Douglas_. and loud. and the note appended to it. 54: The meanest floweret of the vale.] [Sub-Footnote iii: In the editions of 1820 to 1832 the four lines beginning "The Grison gypsey. in the "Memorials of a Tour on the Continent' in 1820. 32 in the edition of 1757.--Ed." are entitled "Pleasures of the Pedestrian.--Ed. thirty years ago'. l.] [Sub-Footnote iv: In the edition of 1793 Wordsworth put the following note: "Red came the river down. from "No sad vacuities" to "a wanderer came there." etc.] [Sub-Footnote ii: See 'Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude'.SUB-FOOTNOTES [Sub-Footnote i: In the edition of 1815.--Ed. Ed. 86.. l. precede those beginning "The mind condemned.]
." etc. The simplest note that swells the gale.) See Act III.