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  • The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Vol. II. by William Wordsworth

    The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Vol. II. by William Wordsworth

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    VOL. II


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    Peter Bell

    Lines, composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey, on revisiting the Banks

    of the Wye during a tour, July 13, 1798

    There was a Boy

    The Two Thieves; or, the Last Stage of Avarice

    Written with a Slate Pencil upon a Stone, the largest of a Heap lying

    near a Deserted Quarry, upon one of the Islands at Rydal


    Influence of Natural Objects in calling forth and strengthening the

    Imagination in Boyhood and Early Youth

    The Simplon Pass


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  • Written in Germany, on one of the Coldest Days of the Century

    A Poet's Epitaph

    "Strange fits of passion have I known"

    "She dwelt among the untrodden ways"

    "I travelled among unknown men"

    "Three years she grew in sun and shower"

    "A slumber did my spirit seal"

    Address to the Scholars of the Village School of----


    The Two April Mornings

    The Fountain

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  • To a Sexton

    The Danish Boy

    Lucy Gray; or, Solitude



    "On Nature's invitation do I come"

    "Bleak season was it, turbulent and bleak"

    Ellen Irwin; or, The Braes of Kirtle

    Hart-Leap Well

    The Idle Shepherd-Boys; or, Dungeon-Ghyll Force

    The Pet-Lamb

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  • The Farmer of Tilsbury Vale

    Poems on the Naming of Places:

    "It was an April morning: fresh and clear"

    To Joanna

    "There is an Eminence,--of these our hills"

    "A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags"

    To M. H.

    The Waterfall and the Eglantine

    The Oak and the Broom

    "'Tis said, that some have died for love"

    The Childless Father

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  • Song for the Wandering Jew

    The Brothers

    The Seven Sisters; or, The Solitude of Binnorie

    Rural Architecture

    A Character

    Inscription for the spot where the Hermitage stood on St. Herbert's

    Island, Derwent-Water

    Written with a Pencil upon a Stone in the Wall of the House (an

    Out-House), on the Island at Grasmere



    The Sparrow's Nest

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  • "Pelion and Ossa flourish side by side"

    Selections from Chaucer Modernised:

    The Prioress' Tale

    The Cuckoo and the Nightingale

    Troilus and Cresida


    The Sailor's Mother

    Alice Fell; or, Poverty


    Sequel to the Foregoing

    To a Butterfly

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  • The Emigrant Mother

    To the Cuckoo

    "My heart leaps up when I behold"

    Written in March, while resting on the Bridge at the Foot of Brothers


    The Redbreast chasing the Butterfly

    To a Butterfly


    To the Small Celandine

    To the Same Flower

    Stanzas written in my Pocket Copy of Thomson's "Castle of Indolence"

    Resolution and Independence

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  • "I grieved for Buonaparte"

    A Farewell

    "The sun has long been set"

    Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802

    Composed by the Sea-side, near Calais, August, 1802

    Calais, August, 1802

    Composed near Calais, on the Road leading to Ardres, August 7, 1802

    Calais, August 15, 1802

    "It is a beauteous evening, calm and free"

    On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic

    The King of Sweden

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  • To Toussaint L'Ouverture

    Composed in the Valley near Dover, on the Day of Landing

    September 1, 1802

    September, 1802, near Dover

    Written in London, September, 1802

    London, 1802

    "Great men have been among us; hands that penned"

    "It is not to be thought of that the Flood"

    "When I have borne in memory what has tamed"

    Composed after a Journey across the Hambleton Hills, Yorkshire

    To H. C.

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  • To the Daisy

    To the Same Flower

    To the Daisy


    To a Young Lady, who had been Reproached for taking Long Walks in the



    The Green Linnet


    "Who fancied what a pretty sight"

    "It is no Spirit who from heaven hath flown"

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  • Memorials of a Tour in Scotland:

    Departure from the Vale of Grasmere. August, 1803

    At the Grave of Burns, 1803. Seven Years after his Death

    Thoughts suggested the Day following, on the Banks of Nith, near the

    Poet's Residence

    To the Sons of Burns, after Visiting the Grave of their Father

    To a Highland Girl

    Glen-Almain; or, The Narrow Glen

    Stepping Westward

    The Solitary Reaper

    Address to Kilchurn Castle

    Rob Roy's Grave

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  • Sonnet composed at----Castle

    Yarrow Unvisited

    The Matron of Jedborough and her Husband

    "Fly, some kind Harbinger, to Grasmere-dale"

    The Blind Highland Boy

    October, 1803

    "There is a bondage worse, far worse, to bear"

    October, 1803

    "England! the time is come when thou should'st wean"

    October, 1803

    To the Men of Kent. October, 1803

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  • In the Pass of Killicranky

    Anticipation. October, 1803

    Lines on the Expected Invasion, 1803

    * * * * *


    * * * * *


    Composed 1798. [B]--Published 1819.

    'What's in a Name?' [C]

    'Brutus will start a Spirit as soon as Caesar!' [D]


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  • MY DEAR FRIEND--The Tale of 'Peter Bell', which I now introduce to

    your notice, and to that of the Public, has, in its Manuscript state,

    nearly survived its _minority_:--for it first saw the light in the

    summer of 1798. During this long interval, pains have been taken at

    different times to make the production less unworthy of a favourable

    reception; or, rather, to fit it for filling _permanently_ a station,

    however humble, in the Literature of our Country. This has, indeed,

    been the aim of all my endeavours in Poetry, which, you know, have

    been sufficiently laborious to prove that I deem the Art not lightly

    to be approached; and that the attainment of excellence in it, may

    laudably be made the principal object of intellectual pursuit by any

    man, who, with reasonable consideration of circumstances, has faith in

    his own impulses.

    The Poem of 'Peter Bell', as the Prologue will show, was composed

    under a belief that the Imagination not only does not require for its

    exercise the intervention of supernatural agency, but that, though

    such agency be excluded, the faculty may be called forth as

    imperiously and for kindred results of pleasure, by incidents, within

    the compass of poetic probability, in the humblest departments of

    daily life. Since that Prologue was written, _you_ have exhibited most

    splendid effects of judicious daring, in the opposite and usual

    course. Let this acknowledgment make my peace with the lovers of the

    supernatural; and I am persuaded it will be admitted, that to you, as

    a Master in that province of the art, the following Tale, whether from

    contrast or congruity, is not an unappropriate offering. Accept it,

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  • then, as a public testimony of affectionate admiration from one with

    whose name yours has been often coupled (to use your own words) for

    evil and for good; and believe me to be, with earnest wishes that life

    and health may be granted you to complete the many important works in

    which you are engaged, and with high respect, Most faithfully yours,


    RYDAL MOUNT, April 7, 1819.

    [Written at Alfoxden. Founded upon an anecdote which I read in a

    newspaper, of an ass being found hanging his head over a canal in a

    wretched posture. Upon examination a dead body was found in the water,

    and proved to be the body of its master. The countenance, gait, and

    figure of Peter were taken from a wild rover with whom I walked from

    Builth, on the river Wye, downwards, nearly as far as the town of Hay.

    He told me strange stories. It has always been a pleasure to me through

    life, to catch at every opportunity that has occurred in my rambles of

    becoming acquainted with this class of people. The number of Peter's

    wives was taken from the trespasses, in this way, of a lawless creature,

    who lived in the county of Durham, and used to be attended by many

    women, sometimes not less than half a dozen, as disorderly as himself,

    and a story went in the country that he had been heard to say, while

    they were quarrelling, "Why can't ye be quiet, there's none so many of

    you?" Benon