And sweet sensations that throw back our life, And almost make remotest infancy A visible scene, on which the sun is shining.1 The islands in Windermere, which were visited on summer half-holidays, are easily identified. The two last referred to in the following extract are certainly the Lily of the Valley Island and Lady Holme respectively. The first may have been House Holme or Thomson's Holme. It is less likely to have been Belle Isle, from the greater size of the latter, and from its hardly being a "sister isle" to the one where the lily of the valley still grows "beneath the oaks' umbrageous covert." The "ruins of the shrine" have now disappeared as completely from Lady Holme in Windermere as from St. Herbert's Island in Derwentwater. When summer came, Our pastime was, on bright half-holidays, And now a third small Island, where survived Once to Our Lady dedicate, and served The description of the inn, Midway on long Winander's eastern shore, 1 The Prelude, book i. p. 29. 2 Ibid. book ii. p. 35. 3 Ibid. book ii. p. 39. calls for no special remark; but one of the incidents in the return home of the youthful party, with its allusion to Robert Greenwood, the 66 minstrel of the troop," afterwards Senior Fellow of Trinity, Cambridge, is too characteristic to be passed over. But, ere nightfall, When in our pinnace we returned at leisure To love the sun; a boy I loved the sun, For his teacher in the Hawkshead school, the Reverend William Taylor, Wordsworth cherished the warmest affection. It was the farewell which this master took of his pupils on his deathbed (of 1 The Prelude, p. 40. whom the poet was one) that suggested the lines addressed to the scholars of Hawkshead, which are inseparably associated with that village school. The following lines occur in the poem. Here did he sit confined for hours; But he could see the woods and plains, He loved the breathing air, He loved the sun, but if it rise The three poems, respectively entitled, Matthew, The Two April Mornings, and The Fountain, are full of allusions to Hawkshead, and his teachers; though Wordsworth tells us that the "schoolmaster was made up of several, like the wanderer in The Excursion" (I. F. MS.) I have found no tradition of a "Leonard's Rock." There are many streams in the neighbourhood to which the following stanza may refer which is finer than the refrain of Tennyson's Brook— Men may come, and men may go, The particular stream has not been identified. It is most likely, however, that it is the "famous brook" of The Prelude at a point higher up amongst the fells. No check, no stay, this streamlet fears; 'Twill murmur on a thousand years, The following sonnet, composed in 1806, is a reminiscence of the Vale of Hawkshead, and its brooks : "Beloved Vale !" I said, "When I shall con Those many records of my childish years, Remembrance of myself and of my peers Will press me down to think of what is gone Will be an awful thought, if life have one.” But, when into the Vale I came, no fears Distressed me; from mine eyes escaped no tears; Deep thought, or dread remembrance, had I none. By doubts and thousand petty fancies crost I stood, of simple shame the blushing Thrall; So narrow seemed the brooks, the fields so small! A Juggler's balls old Time about him tossed; I looked, I stared, I smiled, I laughed; and all The weight of sadness was in wonder lost. Those who have tried to realise Wordsworth's life at Hawkshead will remember that his morning walks Were early. Oft before the hour of school He also tells us I would walk alone, Under the quiet stars, and at that time, Nor seldom did I lift our cottage latch At the first gleam of dawn-light, when the Vale, How shall I seek the origin! where find A passage follows this in The Prelude which refers to the way in which, even in his seventeenth year, he received the influences of Nature, and dealt with them. It gives us a key to all that is most distinctive in Wordsworth's poetry, and is so superior to the vagueness of Goethe's sentence about the Poet, and The stream of song that out of his bosom springs, And to his heart the world back coiling brings, that I may quote it also. An auxiliar light From Nature and her overflowing soul, 1 The Prelude, book ii. p. 47. 2 Ibid. book ii. p. 48. |