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Wordsworth, William (1770-1850)

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[If thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven]

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SUPPLEMENT OF PIECES NOT APPEARING IN THE EDITION OF 1849–50;

I.

I. LINES WRITTEN AS A SCHOOL EXERCISE AT HAWKSHEAD, ANNO ÆTATIS 14.

II.

II. SONNET, ON SEEING MISS HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS WEEP AT A TALE OF DISTRESS.

III.

III. THE BIRTH OF LOVE.

IV.

IV. THE CONVICT.

V.

V. ANDREW JONES.

VI.

VI. “ON NATURE'S INVITATION DO I COME.”

VII.

VII. “BLEAK SEASON WAS IT, TURBULENT AND WILD.”

VIII.

VIII. AMONG ALL LOVELY THINGS MY LOVE HAD BEEN.

IX.

X.

X. GEORGE AND SARAH GREEN.

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XI.

XI. TRANSLATION OF PART OF THE FIRST BOOK OF THE ÆNEID.

To the Editors of the “Philological Museum.”

XII.

XIII.

XIII. A CENTO MADE BY WORDSWORTH.

XIV.

XIV. INSCRIPTION ON A ROCK AT RYDAL MOUNT. (1838.)

XV.

XV. PROTEST AGAINST THE BALLOT. (1838.)

XVI.

XVI. A POET TO HIS GRANDCHILD.

XVII.

XVII. ON A PORTRAIT OF I. F. [ISABELLA FENWICK], PAINTED BY MARGARET GILLIES.

XVIII.

XVIII. TO I. F.

XIX.

XIX. “WHEN SEVERN'S SWEEPING FLOOD HAD OVERTHROWN.”

XX.

XX. THE EAGLE AND THE DOVE.

XXI.

XXI. LINES INSCRIBED IN A COPY OF HIS POEMS SENT TO THE QUEEN FOR THE ROYAL LIBRARY AT WINDSOR.

XXII.

XXII. ODE ON THE INSTALLATION OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS PRINCE ALBERT AS CHANCELLOR OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE, JULY, 1847.

XXIII.

XXIII. QUINZAIN

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XV. PROTEST AGAINST THE BALLOT. (1838.)

Forth rushed from Envy sprung and Self-conceit,
A Power misnamed the Spirit of Reform,
And through the astonished Island swept in storm,
Threatening to lay all Orders at her feet
That crossed her way. Now stoops she to entreat
Licence to hide at intervals her head
Where she may work, safe, undisquieted,
In a close Box, covert for Justice meet.
St. George of England! keep a watchful eye
Fixed on the Suitor; frustrate her request—
Stifle her hope; for, if the State comply,
From such Pandorian gift may come a Pest
Worse than the Dragon that bowed low his crest,
Pierced by thy spear in glorious victory.