Produced by Jonathan Ingram, Robert Prince and the DP Team
1800
By W. WORDSWORTH.
Quam hihil ad genium, Papiniane, tuum!
Hart-leap Well
There was a Boy, &c
The Brothers, a Pastoral Poem
Ellen Irwin, or the Braes of Kirtle
Strange fits of passion I have known, &c.
Song
A slumber did my spirit seal, &c
The Waterfall and the Eglantine
The Oak and the Broom, a Pastoral
Lucy Gray
The Idle Shepherd-Boys or Dungeon-Gill Force, a Pastoral
'Tis said that some have died for love, &c.
Poor Susan
Inscription for the Spot where the Hermitage stood
on St. Herbert's Island, Derwent-Water
Inscription for the House (an Out-house) on the Island at Grasmere
To a Sexton
Andrew Jones
The two Thieves, or the last stage of Avarice
A whirl-blast from behind the Hill, &c.
Song for the wandering Jew
Ruth
Lines written with a Slate-Pencil upon a Stone, &c.
Lines written on a Tablet in a School
The two April Mornings
The Fountain, a conversation
Nutting
Three years she grew in sun and shower, &c.
The Pet-Lamb, a Pastoral
Written in Germany on one of the coldest days of the century
The Childless Father
The Old Cumberland Beggar, a Description
Rural Architecture
A Poet's Epitaph
A Character
A Fragment
Poems on the Naming of Places,
Michael, a Pastoral
Notes to the Poem of The Brothers
Notes to the Poem of Michael
Hart-Leap Well is a small spring of water, about five miles fromRichmond in Yorkshire, and near the side of the road which leadsfrom Richmond to Askrigg. Its name is derived from a remarkable chase,the memory of which is preserved by the monuments spoken of in thesecond Part of the following Poem, which monuments do now exist as Ihave there described them.
The Knight had ridden down from Wensley moor
With the slow motion of a summer's cloud;
He turn'd aside towards a Vassal's door,
And, "Bring another Horse!" he cried aloud.
"Another Horse!"—That shout the Vassal heard,
And saddled his best steed, a comely Grey;
Sir Walter mounted him; he was the third
Which he had mounted on that glorious day.
Joy sparkeled in the prancing Courser's eyes;
The horse and horsemen are a happy pair;
But, though Sir Walter like a falcon flies,
There is a doleful silence in the air.
A rout this morning left Sir Walter's Hall,
That as they gallop'd made the echoes roar;
But horse and man are vanish'd, one and all;
Such race, I think, was never seen before.
Sir Walter, restless as a veering wind,
Calls to the few tired dogs that yet remain:
Brach, Swift and Music, noblest of their kind,
Follow, and weary up the mountain strain.
The Knight halloo'd, he chid and cheer'd them on
With suppliant gestures and upbraidings stern;
But breath and eye-sight fail, and, one by one,
The dogs are stretch'd among the mountain fern.
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