A POET TO HIS GRANDCHILD. 66 SEQUEL TO A PLEA FOR AUTHORS. Written 1838; first published in the collected volume of "Sonnets," 1838, and again in the Supplement, 1839, mentioned in note to "Protest against the Ballot"; afterwards omitted. Much correspondence on the subject of copyright will be found in Knight's "Life of Wordsworth," vol. iii.—ED. "SON of my buried Son, while thus thy hand Is clasping mine, it saddens me to think How Want may press thee down, and with thee sink Thy Children left unfit, through vain demand May 23, 1838. 5 11 ON A PORTRAIT OF I. F., [ISABELLA FENWICK] PAINTED BY MARGARET GILLIES. First published in "Memoirs of William Wordsworth," by Christopher Wordsworth, 1851.-ED. WE gaze-nor grieve to think that we must die, But that the precious love this friend hath sown Within our hearts, the love whose flower hath blown 1 See vol. iii. p. 64.—ED. Bright as if heaven were ever in its eye, Some lingering fragrance of the pure affection, RYDAL MOUNT, New Year's Day, 1840. 5 10 TO I. F. First published as the last.-ED. THE star which comes at close of day to shine Through shades that solemnise Life's calm decline, 11 Which now we too unwillingly resign RYDAL MOUNT, Feb., 1840. "WHEN SEVERN'S SWEEPING FLOOD HAD OVERTHROWN." "In 1842," writes Professor Knight, "a bazaar was held in Cardiff Castle to aid in the erection of a Church on the site of one which had been washed away by a flood in the river Severn (and a consequent influx of waters into the estuary of the Bristol Channel), two hundred years before." Wordsworth and James Montgomery contributed poems, to be printed and sold; they appeared with two other poems written by friends of the cause, "being brought out," says Professor Knight, "in a highly embellished style."-ED. WHEN Severn's sweeping flood had overthrown 66 Haste, and rebuild the pile."-But not a stone 5 10 THE EAGLE AND THE DOVE. Published in A. F. Rio's "La Petite Chouannerie ou Histoire d'un Collège Breton sous l'Empire. Londres, Moxon, 1842." W. S. Landor, Monckton Milnes and the Hon. Mrs. Norton contributed to the same volume, which tells of the revolt of royalist students of the College of Vannes, 1815.--ED. SHADE of Caractacus, if spirits love The cause they fought for in their earthly home, To see the Eagle ruffled by the Dove May soothe thy memory of the chains of Rome. 4 These children claim thee for their sire; the breath With thy own scorn of tyrants they advance, A silver cross enchased with Flowers of France The shrill defiance of the young crusade From Heaven, gigantic force to beardless boys. 10 15 LINES INSCRIBED IN A COPY OF HIS POEMS SENT TO THE QUEEN FOR THE ROYAL LIBRARY AT WINDSOR. 1 DEIGN, Sovereign Mistress! to accept a lay, 4 But salutation taking its glad way Queen, Wife and Mother! may All-judging Heaven On earth to goodness blest by grace divine. Lady! devoutly honoured and beloved Through every realm confided to thy sway; Mayst thou pursue thy course by God approved, And He will teach thy people to obey. As thou art wont, thy sovereignty adorn 10 With woman's gentleness, yet firm and staid; So shall that earthly crown thy brows have worn 15 Be changed for one whose glory cannot fade. 1 Published in Professor Knight's "Life of Wordsworth," vol. iii. p. 470.-ED. And now by duty urged, I lay this Book Or grief-the inheritance of humankind. W. W. 20 25 ODE ON THE INSTALLATION OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS PRINCE ALBERT AS CHANCELLOR OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE, JULY, 1847. This ode-written by command-was issued from the University Press, and also with a portrait of Prince Albert, and having the text within illuminated borders, by George Bell, Fleet Street (without date, but doubtless 1847); which last we follow. It was partly the composition of Wordsworth's nephew and biographer, the late Bishop of Lincoln.-ED. FOR thirst of power that Heaven disowns, Too long insulted by the Spoiler's shock, Her stormy foe at last To reap the whirlwind on a Libyan rock. Madly played to win a name : Up starts some tyrant, Earth and Heaven to dare, The servile million bow; But will the Lightning glance aside to spare The Despot's laurelled brow? 5 10 |