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ENGLISH POETRY OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY

ENGLISH POETRY OF THE
NINETEENTH CENTURY

PART ONE: THE EARLIER NINETEENTH CENTURY

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SAMUEL ROGERS

(1763-1855)

A WISH

(1786) Mine be a cot beside the hill.

A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill,

With many a fall shall linger near.

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The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch 5

Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch,

And share my meal, a welcome guest.

Here, vanish, as in mist, before a flood 100 Of bright obscurity, hill, lawn, and wood; There, objects, by the searching beams be

trayed, Come forth, and here retire in purple

shade; Even the white stems of birch, the cottage

white, Soften their glare before the mellow

light; The skiffs, at anchor where with umbrage

wide Yon chestnuts half the latticed boat-house

hide, Shed from their sides, that face the sun's

slant beam, Strong flakes of radiance on the tremulous

stream: Raised by yon travelling flock, a dusty

cloud Mounts from the road, and spreads its

moving shroud; The shepherd, all involved in wreaths of

fire, Now shows a shadowy speck, and now is

lost entire.

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Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew;

10 And Lucy, at her wheel, shall sing

In russet-gown and apron blue.

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The village-church, among the trees, Where first our marriage-vows were

given, With merry peals shall swell the breeze, 15

And point with taper spire to Heaven.

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With thousand thousand twinkling points

of liglift; There, waves that, hardly weltering, die

away, Tip their smooth ridges with a softer ray; And now the whole wide lake in deep

repose Is hushed, and like a burnished mirror

glows, Save where, along the shady western

marge, Coasts, with industrious oar, the charcoal

barge.

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LEFT UPON A SEAT IN A YEW-TREE, WHICH STANDS NEAR THE LAKE OF ESTHWAITE, ON A DESOLATE PART OF THE SHORE, COMMANDING A BEAUTIFUL PROSPECT

(1795)

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Nay, Traveller, rest. This lonely yew

tree stands Far from all human dwelling: what if

here No sparkling rivulet spread the verdant

herb? What if the bee love not these barren

boughs ? Yet, if the wind breathe soft, the curling waves,

5 That break against the shore, shall lull

thy mind By one soft impulse saved from vacancy.

With indignation turned himself away, And with the food of pride sustained his

soul In solitude. - Stranger! these gloomy

boughs Had charms for him; and here he loved

to sit, His only visitants a straggling sheep, The stone-chat, or the glancing sandpiper: And on these barren rocks, with fern and

heath, And juniper and thistle, sprinkled o'er, Fixing his downcast

eye, many hour A morbid pleasure nourished, tracing here An emblem of his own unfruitful life: And, lifting up his head, he then would

gaze On the more distant scene, how lovely

'tis Thou seest,

and he would gaze till it became Far lovelier, and his heart could not sus

tain The beauty, still more beauteous! Nor,

that time, When nature had subdued him to herself, Would he forget those beings to whose

minds, Warm from the labors of benevolence, 40 The world, and human life, appeared a

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First covered, and here taught this agèd

tree With its dark arms to form a circling

bower, I well remember. - He was

owned No common soul. In youth by science

nursed, And led by nature into a wild scene

one who

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