maturer imagination worked amongst the yews of Borrowdale. There is a singularly interesting passage in the same book of The Prelude, entitled " Retrospect," in which he quotes and recasts some lines he wrote when a boy at Hawkshead. Every one who knows anything of Wordsworth must remember the Conclusion of a Poem composed in anticipation of leaving School. It was written in his sixteenth year, and the extract from it, with which every edition of his poems after 1815 begins, is as follows :— Dear native regions, I foretell, From what I feel at this farewell, My soul will cast the backward view, Thus, while the Sun sinks down to rest This was recast, in the blank verse of The Prelude, thus A grove there is whose boughs Stretch from the western marge of Thurston-mere, With lengths of shade so thick that whoso glides Along the line of low-roofed water, moves As in a cloister. Once-while in that shade Loitering, I watched the golden beams of light Flung from the setting sun, as they reposed In silent beauty on the naked ridge Of a high eastern hill-thus flowed my thoughts In a pure stream of words fresh from the heart: Dear native Regions, wheresoe'er shall close On the dear mountain-tops where first they rose.1 Though the former was the impromptu utterance of a boy of sixteen, some will prefer its fresh simplicity to the new version written in the poet's manhood. The reference to "Thurston-mere" has puzzled many readers of The Prelude, and it is a good illustration of the need of some topographical commentary to the poems. The I. F. note is as follows: "The image with which this poem concludes suggested itself to me while I was resting in a boat along with my companions, under the shade of a magnificent row of sycamores, which then extended their branches from the shore of the promontory upon which stands the ancient, and at that time more picturesque, Hall of Coniston."2 Now there is nothing in the poem definitely to connect "Thurston-mere" with Coniston, though their identity is suggested. I find, however, that Thurston was the ancient name of Coniston.3 The site of that grove "on the shore of the promontory" is easily identified, though the grove itself is gone. Another extract from The Prelude may be given here, as it describes a district close at hand, the estuary of the Leven, Morecambe Bay, the ruins of a Roman chapel on a rocky islet, and a 1 The Prelude, book viii. p. 226. 2 Prose Works,vol. iii. p. 4. 3 See Lewis's Topographical Dictionary of England, vol. i. p. 662; also the Edinburgh Gazetteer (1822), articles Thurston and Coniston. The characteristic incident in the poet's life, in his twenty-fourth year, shortly after his return to England from his one year's residence in France. 'honoured teacher of his youth" was the Rev. William Taylor, who was buried in Cartmell churchyard, and to visit whose grave the pupil turned aside that morning, from his route over the Ulverstone sands.1 O Friend! few happier moments have been mine My journey, and beneath a genial sun, Creatures of one ethereal substance met Or crown of burning seraphs as they sit As even their pensive influence drew from mine. To seek the ground where, 'mid a throng of graves, 1 Memoirs, vol. i. p. 38. But said to me, "My head will soon lie low;" As I advanced, all that I saw or felt A Romish chapel, where the vested priest Who crossed the sands with ebb of morning tide. Great was my transport, etc.1 1 The Prelude, book x. p. 228. THE cottage at Grasmere, to which Wordsworth came with his sister in one of the last days of last century (December 21, 1799), is, even more than Rydal Mount, "identified with his poetic prime." It had once been a public-house, bearing the sign of the Dove and Olive Bough, from which circumstance it was for a long time, and is still occasionally, named "Dove Cottage." It is a small two-storied house. "The front of it faces the lake; behind is a small plot of orchard and garden ground, in which there is a spring and rocks; the enclosure shelves upwards towards the woody sides of the mountain above it."1 This plot of orchard ground is ours; He writes thus of his settlement at Grasmere, and of his sister On Nature's invitation do I come, By Reason sanctioned. Can the choice mislead, That made the calmest, fairest spot on earth, With all its unappropriated good, My own, and not mine only, for with me 1 Memoirs, vol. i. p. 156. 43 |