.a5- ^ai ^ ^.. IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) 5^ 1/ A^^^. 4 1.0 I.I ■ 50 ^^~ u ■bbu 125 iu 2.0 1.8 1.6 150mm ^ #> ^} %J^' ^, *3^ cv ^ m W /IPPLIED^ IM/IGE . Inc .s^ 1653 East Main street s^ ^ Rochester, NY 14609 USA .Jsr-^ Phone: 716/482-0300 .S=r.==S Fax: 716/268-5969 1993, Applied Image, Inc., All Rights Resenred |\ ^\' J,V '^ d, Thought was pot ; in enjoyment it expired, Ni thanks be breathed, he proffer'd no rnqaeit Kayt into still comuiuuion tnut transoenda The iuiperfoot < tticeB of prayor ana praise, His mind was a thanksi^iviug to the Power That made him | it wui blesaednees aud level" Born at Oockermoutb in Gumberland, Wordsworth's early years were spent amid scenes lovely, wild, and inapiring. Many a time this tender and iboughtfal boy wander- ed along the pictureeqae rivers of tb^ Derwent and the Cooker, and watched them meeting and mmghng their waters nesf the spot where the ruins of an ancient caatle look down on the quaint old town. Deeply did the scans im- press him. Bpeaking of the Derwont be says : One, the fairest of all rivers, loycd To blend his murmurs with uiy nuiae'a song, And from his ford aua sbsai owa sent a voice That flow'd along my dreama. At the age of eight le was sent to school a* £2BTT£sb6su, sau tails brOoght into con- tact with the other extremity of the Lake scenery. Whether he is setting springs for woodcock, hinging on the naked orags of tha rook in JuB affwta to reach the raven's neat, no. Od^O WdRDSWORTH. following the ph. . of the ■olitftry esctle lo raroly 8»-eo, plunftioK into the Wdodn in qaMt of natf<, or liiHRins "aInnR the polubed ioe in |ritni«>H ronft'dt-ratfl" he if t-ver drinkiDg de<>per and deeierdiauRhtn of nature's fonn- tain. In later daya Wordsworth reoogoipei the opflltbful influf'Doei) of natorb in develop* ina «hat wan trn»-8t and beak in hia life, and restraininR him from evil. Yet were I groHH'y doHtitute of all Those huriiHn Bentiinent-i that make this Partb Si dear if I Hhou id fail, with gra'e'ul voice, To speak of you, ye aiountainK and ye lakes. And Huun e tiiigtB and winds Tm t dwell auionuthe hill where I was bom. If in my youth I have been pure in heart I', niinglini; w th the world, I am content Witii mv own modent idea-ture-, and have lived With Oo'l and nut. ire communing, removed From lit leenniiiieti auu low desires, The ylf c is yours ; if in theHH •■'■Tii r of fear, This innhinch ly wtiste of ' o-ies e'erthrown ; If 'mid ind fference iind jiathy. And kicked exn ttition wljou good men Ou cvi'ry side fall off, we know not how ToBc^lflHhu^HH, diH) ours, Ye winds an • sounding cataracts; 'lis yours, Ye mouutuins 1 Thine, O nature ! Ihuu hast fed My lofty speculatii ns ; and iu thtj, For this uneasy heart of ours, I find A never tuiliug i>rinciple of joy And put est pabsiuu. Even 10 bis t>tadent life at Camoridge love of nature is the rulioR passion. In going up to this ancient and illnstrlona seat of learn- ing, be felt his heart rising as he neared the enehanted around As near and nearer to the spot we drew It seemed to suck us in with an eddy's foro.e. But evf n in this, the Alma Mater of Hprn- aer, Bt-n Jonson, Marlowe, Drydeo, Cowley, Waller, Milton, Herbert and Gray, Worda- worth could not fiee himself from tLe (*pfll of nature. With pleasure he listened to the col- lege clock tollitig the hours * t»ice over, with a main and ft- male voice." with pleasure be, by the aid of the struggling moobbeams or favoring stars. Beheld The anteclinpel, wher- the statue stood Of Newton with his prism and silent face, The marlde index of a mind ft.r evMi Voyiiging through stranse seas of thought, alone, fiut with inhuiteiy (irt^atf r pleasure he ^tood under the ' brown o'er aToling (proves, that contemplation Jovt'S." Fr< m his own woida we can picturt- th*- poft tttaliiig out from the dilU oioibttre of the schcoi or to ibe rbade pi the ash trce,wreathed with ivy, decorated with antnibn tassels and wet with the d»w, if not with the spray of the river, and calmly and thoaghtfallj oontemplating the "Soaroely Spenser's self." he sayi. Could have more tr<>nquii visions in his youth, Or ci >uld more bright uppeMran'-es create Of huiiiaa forms with super-human powers, Than I beheld loitering on cilm clear nights Alune benetth this fairy work of earth. Trne the Cambridge soenery is doU uid flat. But in spite of natore's plainness be oonld see food for thonftbt in the green and pleasant grass in the golden glories of day, and in the stately proeession of night. As if awakened summoned, rouseil, constrained, I loolted for univer»al things; pursued The common countenance of earth and sky- Earth, nowhere une nbellished by some trace Of that first paradise whence man was driven : And sky, whose beauty i-nd bounty are expressed By the proud name she bears~the name of heaven. When aimlessly wandering throagh the streets of London, nature's so»nes were ever present to mould and inspire. What he said of the Farmer of Tilsbory Ttle may be »P' plied to himself. In the throng of the town like a stranger is be. Like one whose own country's far over the sea; And nature, while through the great city he hies Fifllten times a day takes his heart b> stirprise. In his sonnet on Westminster Bridge he looks upon London as a part of natore—M • child asleep in its mother's arms. " The city now doth like a garment wear The bf auty of morning ; silent bare. Ships, towers, oomes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields and to tbe sky ; All bri^bt and glittering in tbe smokeless air. Never did sun more beautitully steep In his first splendour, valley, lock, <tildooe of the eity and placed them in the wooda and brio.* ing air of the moantains. O ray wad t with them to the ooantry sraveyard, and ming'el hie tears with theirs. Qolditmitb. in laDKuatrests of his poetry aroand the morals, tht. maaners, the history of the agrioaltoral poor, drew mon'e attention to the great drama of ooantry life. And what these did for England and English speaking people. Barns, sin- gle handed, and in the faoe of ob- itaeles not a few did, for SootUnd, and did it well. This reaotion oalminated in Words- worth. Al me in Limion he is at home in the wild moor or on the bleak mountain. As a boy wiih gentle reverent band he toaohed the nats tbat grew on the haz«l trees, and felt there was a spirit in the woods. Bat here let me quote his own words spoken of his eompanion, as the bast description of his own coodnet and feedings There wai a boy, yo know him well, ye cliffs, And islands of Winander ! many a »ime At eveuing, when tbn earliest stirs began To move nlonu the edges of ihe hills. Rising and setting, would he stand alone Beneath the trees or by the slimmerina lake. And there with flngTS interwoven, both hinds Pressed closely palm to palm and to his mouth Unlirt-d, he as through an instrument, Bl w mimic h >otin^s to the silent owls. That »hev mii^ht answer him, and they would shout Across the watery vale, and shout again Be'mon-ive to his call, with quivering peals Andlonahalloos ibd "creiim-t, and Hciioiii loud Redoubled and redoubled ; concourse wild Of mirth aud jocun^ din, and when it chanced That pause of deepest silence m'>cknd his skill, Then so jjetimes in that silence while be hung LiBtenita, a gentle sho -k of mild siirprit iiie Keavens 1 iiniult an I pBHct), th ) diirkiie h ami tlio licht. Wore all liko workings of ouo lumi, the fea- tures Of 'hn soable city lifn. He moves easily among the circles of pleasure and the depths of p4SBioa He shamefully degrades talent. posi« tion and art, to k le service of sensuality, and casts around vice the halo of bis rare genius. In Scott you h*ve a higher moral tone. In Sii Walter, strong, active, bold, romantic, we have the exponent of the old country aristo- crat. The passionate loyalty of the dashing cavalier of tue seventeenth century, expresses itself in the heroic scenes so graphically depicted by the Sottish Advocate of the nineteenth. But if Scotl lov- ed to linirer on the sloriea of t.hu ^et*'"~ •un. Shelley as eagerly peered into t'le d*rk night in the hope of seeing ttie morning star ot a bright and better day. Shelley, as Bnmley nas well put it, is " the poetical rep- WORDSWORTH, rMentetive of thoM whoae hopM Md Hpira. tionf and »ffeotions raih forward to embraoe tbeffreat hereafter, and dwell in raptarsas anticipation on the eomin^ of the golden year, the reign of aniveraal freedom and the eHtablMhment of uniTersiU brotherhood." Thu gentle, fervid and ill fated epirit- •hrinking from the leaat toooh of wrong, and Ored with all the enthusiaflm of the patriot and »»• mwtyr-lewnt in anfl^ring what he taught the world in eong. Like Oarlyle, he bates opprexaion and soorns the oppresBor— poare fl^ds of oont.-mpt op tyrants and their tools. With savage malignity he attacks knave and hypocrite, and holds them up to ■uorn. Gladly he welcomed the French Re- yolation-the delage of blo.jd -beoaase he thought It would bring in the reign of ri^ht and pe*oe on earth. His cruel experience rinsed his hatred and mc ie him fight againnt tne civil and leligious institutions "of Britain, and "lent more glowing colors to the rain- bow of promise that beamed upon him from the distance, through the storm of bloodshed and revolution." But if Lord Byron dwells most on the glories of the brilliant assembly; • V u ,.' ."" ''"K^" 'onwt around baro< nial halls ; if Shelley dips into the future, and in words rich in color as a painted window and sugiestive as the strains of music speaks Of the brotherhood of man and federation of the world; Wordsworth sings of the hopes and J'V*"*'' Md triumphs, of the love and hatred of our common country life. Burns in Scotland and Wordsworth in Eng land have done more than any other two po^ts to break down the conventional barriers that keep man from man, that divide rich and poor, and place them against each other in hostile camps. And in representing the men and women of this work a-day worid Wordsworth has neither vilified the rich nor justified the presence of dirt, disease, vice, and heartlessness so often found in the haunts of the poor. Passing by the accidents of ■tation, he shows us the truth and the beauty of every honest life -the world of poetic wealth in every human breast. His mother, whom he lost before he was eight, was truly human, and tenderiy trained her "stiff, moody, and violent tempered" boy. According to Wordsworth his mother believed that the God, " who fills the mother's breast with innocent milk, doth also for onr nobler part provide," and in (bis faith she brought up her son. This was her creed, and therefore flho was pure From anxious fear of error orinishap, Was not puffed up by false unnatural hopes. Nor aelfisn with unnecessarv care ""*«"»• ♦♦♦♦'♦♦ Th?w.^I\* «»i«-'»ot ''•om faonlties more strona Than othoiHlmvo, but f.-oni tho tiiiios i>orhiirii An. spot in whicl. nn^ live I, an I t rou'Xa KrLe Of mo I St meBkn.iHH, simple mindedness A heart that found be igulty and hoiw Being itseif benign. ' ' But ninoh as Wordsworth owed to his mother, he w%s more indebted to his sister Dorothy. Thoagh two years younger than tbe poet she became his ,^uiding star to in- l^hVi 1'T/ "H «•'• *<»°« •"<* tenderness to his whole life. In his poem on the spar- row s nest he thus speaks of her ; The blossinp! of my later years Was with me when a boy • A B'lve me ey..H, ahe gave me ears And humble (laroa and delicate feai-s : A heart, the f uutiun of sw^et tears • And love and thought and joy. This education, so loringly and faithfully begun by mother and sister, was carried on and completed at school and college. Though bis university oourne was not distinguished, brought into closer contact with the great drama of life. It was here that he began to study the workinga of passion, to analyse character, and make himself acquainted i^th the springs of action. Indeed his college training gave him the Catholic feeling so beautifully expressed in some of his poems, and enriched his vocabulary not a little It enabled him to combine the homely pathos of Orabbe, and the philosophic breadih of Ool- endge-the profound speoulatioas of the philosopher and the simple narrative of the historian of the poor. But the event that touched his heart most, and set his blood boiling, was the French the fall of the tyrant and the rise of the reign of the rights of man as man. As he listened t- i* ?Il °f ''"'"y* *^"*"»y "d fraternity, he could feel every pulse of tbe movement m bis own heart, and responding could say : «.T°J"* the language of IBrooke. Wordsworth was a natural Republican. Besides, there was much to attract the young and imagina. tive, in that great upheaving. " But we. who live upon the broad river of it. thougS l^n rJ iJLw • »l* i*''°« '°°°* "^ ■»"•»■. from ita rock in the desert to quench the thirst of those who longed, but knew not till it came which though not dull, are sad coloured can warcely imagine the glory of that awaking. lit' ~»u — "\"-^" Buuuguto laat transagured We. the passionate emotion, the love and hatred, the horror and the rapture, the via- lonaiy glones. the onaltenble hopes. th« WORDSWORTH. ■enie of deliT«nnee, the new hMren uid tb* n«w earth, brimlall of promii^s which dawned on men. " Before them shone a glorious world. Fresh aa h banner bright, unfurled 10 mu8io Hu laenly, Wordf worth's friend, Coleridge, wm ander a Bimitar ipell. He repreaante freedom as a fieroe minister of lo?e, with whirlwind arm leaping from the bosom of the Almighty' But both Wordsworth and Goleri^te were doomed to be dissapointed. If Wordsworth eould see nothing but gold in the beginning as the end came he ooald easily perceive the dross of the 9*^er Bide of the shield. He was mied with horror as he saw Prance on her knees at the feet of N*pol«on, whom he dis- toasted and hated. Bat in the sad school of bloated hopes, his heart became mons tender and clang more to what was haman. Doabt- less hix study of the social condition of the workingmen of France made a deep and last- ing impression for good. It preparid him to ' 7mpathize with the peasants, and reprodaoa their feelings as he has done in Michael. . , u . . ''Isabel." said he, I have been toihnij more than seventy years Andin theopenHimshiueof God's love Have we all lived ; yet if thoio ttelds of'ours Should pass into a stranijer's hands, I think inat I could not be quiet in my ferave," Is this not a faithful expression of the farmer's grief at the thought of being forced to part with his farm ? There is not a line in that beantifnl poem that is not irae to nature. Every stroke proclaims the hand of a master and the picture of the farmer's grief is simply P6n60t* But we would do his wife a gross injustice did we not give her a place in the list of those edaoators who taught him how to love the true and the geod. Admiring the genias of her husband; sympathising with him in his trials ; rejoicing, in his joy she was a true wile, " dearer far than Ufe and light are dear," With a keen, practical eye, and a tasie for poetry, she was able to correct some of her husband's faults. Two of the best lines of the poem entitled the Daffodils— They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude— are her composition. By this happy union— a nnionof head and of heart— Wordsworth's lot was blessed, and the tonderest emotions developed. How be enjoyed the prattle and the dm of bin loved children ! If the daisy, bv the shadnw that it Aao*o pf^t^.i- ^.x.. lingering dew drop from the sun, Words- worth's children protected him from the cares of the world, and were to him a joy and an in- spiration. How doea he speftk of Doni, his infant daughter r He calls bar that bright ■Ur, the second glory of the heavena. Smiles h ive there been soon Irannuil assurances thtt heaven «upi)ort« Th V tf'\l ™""'""' 1* ^'^V life. aS.l Srs ' I hy louolineHs ; or shall th.me seniles bo called This untnoil w..rld, and to i.repai« thv wav H '.nh at'* ?h'"""' »•,""•*«" '"'"-ioaie and dim I Whinh '" f "y • •""I t'»" HHmo are tokens ™gt„ Which when the appointed season biitharrivn.I Joy as her holiest l.n-uago. shall adont' And reason's godlike power be proud to own. But much as we may love to dwell on the peace, the love, and the joy of the poet's home, we must pass on. and consider the poet's faith in things unseen. 3. Wordiworth's faith. Some call him deist, some pantheist, and some high church- !^r;».^''''°°*uT''*''8 *o KO too minutely into the ex-ot shade of his theological belief, I think It right to say that his faith in a per- sonal God was strong and constant. In writing to a friend he says. •• among the more awful scenes of the Alps I had not a thought of man ; my whole soul was turned to Uim who produced the terrible m jestv before mer True, at timea he speaks as the pantheist does. Take his well known lines JO Mjisiting Tintern Abbey as an iUustra* ^ , And I have felt A presence that disturbs cue with the joy Of elevated though is ; a sense subhme Of something far more deeply iuterfused. Whoso dwellmg is the light of setting suiis. Au(l tue round ocean, aud the living *ir And the blue sky. and in the mind cf man '\raoiion and a spi it, that impels All thinking things, all objects and all thorn ■ And rolls through ail things. Taken by themselves those words seem t j teach pantheism. But these lines must be looked at in the light of all that he has writ- ten elsewhere of God as a personal Being. And thus viewed they no more teach pan- theism than Paul does when he declares that God is not far from each one of us ; for in Him we live, and move, and have our beina. thlf'Sir ""'•'"8. ».o »»>• conclusion that Wordsworth 18 either atheist, deist, or pantheist let us carefully examine his Eooles- lasuoal sonnets - sonnets in which he ex- presses hia faith and hope. And a glance at them will show that we may fairly apply to him the words of Tennyson. '*'*''*" I falter wLere I firmly trr d it^*"'/k "'°''' 7,^*^ "^y w-'ght of cares Upon the world's groat altai- stah-s That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lamnhaarlu of *,.i*i, „^j ._ ' And gather dust and"chaff. and caU ^'"' To what I feel is Lord of all And f amtly trust the larger hope. Nor is his faith in God concealed in his other worka. Look at his aablime ode on the WORDSWORTH. Intimttiona of Immortolity-onsof lh« eabllM' eit in my iMiraage— and we Me hie belief in God elearlr ezpresaed. Om hirth is but a nleep and a forgetting ; Th« Houl thiit riHHH wl»,h iin our lite'n star Hath had olsowhere its netting, And coinoth from afar , Not ill entire forgetfuliieHH, And not in uttor niiltedneHS, But trallinK cloudn of glorv do we coute From Ood, who ;b our homo. He repreaeota. m Plato did, th»t the ohild had ite home with Qod before it took u ite abode on the earth. When ipnakinR of the eyenins'a oaln on the betoh of Oalaia, he ffifes ezpreasiun to the same Mntiment. It la a beautoouB evening, calm and free : The holy time is quiet an a nun BreathlesH with adoration ; th.> broad aun Is iinkinadown in itstr.inquility; The g ntloiieBs of hoHVon iH «n the sea. Listen I the raiohty b«ini/ in awaite. And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder evorlast ngly Dear child I dear girl ! thou walkest withme here, U thou appear Bt untouche i bv solemn thought. Thv nature is nit thernfore lesH divine. Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year • An 1 worshipn'st at the te^iple's in er shrine, God being with thee when we know it not. Hear how Brooke apeaks of Wordaworth andhia religion. "Oargreateat poet ainoe Milton, waa aa religioaa aa Milton, and in both I cannot bat think the element of gran- deur of atyle which belonga ao pre-eminently to them fl iwed largely from the aolemn aimx plioity and the atrength which a dignified and anbisoted faith in great realitiea beyond thia world gave to the order of their thonghta. Uoleridge waa flying from one apeoolation to anethpr all hia life. Sodtt had no vital joy in hia belief, an<1 it did not interpenetrate bia poetry. Byron bfliaved in Fate more than in Ood. Shellpy float(>d in an ideal world, whiph had not the advantage of being general- leed from anv realitiea - and not one of them poaae^ana, (though Byron oomea near it now and then,) the gran*2 style. Wordaworth alone, combining fine artiatio power with profound religion, walka whe«e be chooaea. though he limpa wretchedly at timea, with nearly aa stately a atep aa Milton. Be bad two qualities wbion always go with the grand stvle in poetry -he lived intensely in the preaent, aod he had the roota of hia being fixed in a great center of nower— faith in the eternal righteouaoeaa and love of Ood." Wordaworth never could have reached the heighta he did if he had not laid hold of the hand of Ood, and by thia means lifted himaelf up. Oo where he may he i« AVer hannted hv tha 1i■!>••* tltA ^^.«_;-_- .« Jeffrey and the practice of Pope and his iohool. In attacking their artificialneas, he laid down two prineiplea, and from these he elaborated his theory of poetry. H« held that the true poet loft the stale, stereotyped phraseology of books, and went direct to the men and women of his day, and from them learned how to apeak ; and ibut the language of true poetry in no way diflera from that of good prose. Hie friend and admirer, Oole> ridge, di»patea the truth of both poaitions. and CDDvicta Wordaworth of falae phUoeopby. With Wordaworth he agrees in condemning "the gaudy, affectation of style which had long passed currebt for poetic diction," and refusea to call that poetry which would be intolerable in conversation or in prose. But Coleridge d*-Diu8 that the peasant's hmnuage is better adapted for poetic purpose than that of the rt fined. Besides. Wordaworth forgot that the language of the peasant, puriffed of aU that was either ooarae or provinoiH, was not that of every day life. Indeed, as Principal Bhairp has shewn, an Goltoridge has proved, Hooker, Bacon and Burke use language aa real, as expreMive. and more oomprebensive than that of the unthinking and uneducated. " The languago of these writers differa far leaa from the usage of cultivated society, than the language of Wordsworth's homeliest pof mil differs from the talk of bullock driT- Again, Coleridge takes issue with Worda- worth on the second point, and argues f>bat as poetry implies more passion than prose, it must have a more impassioned lan- gaage in which to expreas itself. The feel- ing creates a new medium, and gives tone and color to the langnaje. Doubtless this defec- tive theory led Wordsworth into some of his faults— the wordy prose, the lack of art. the absence of glowug passion. Wordsworth is what he -t in spita of his theory. But though >; J ••eme, his faults lean to virtue's ■ide. £«.«^Jes, by raising the queetion of poetic language, and by writing aimply and naturally as he did, be powerfully influenced the litonunre of this century, and all for good. In taking my farewell of one so dear to me as a friend. I cannot find language more an- propriate than his own : I th'-u«ht of thee, my partner and my suida Ab beiDg past away— vain Bympaihy ! For baoKward &b I cast mv eyeB, 4^? ^Jy** **■• *°<^ *■• and wilt abide : StUl cUdes t t stream, and sfaaU forever idid« • The form remains, the function never dfts • ' While we, the brave, the mighty, aad the wiae We men . whi I m the mom of youth defied The elements, must vanish— be it so I Euough, if Bomethino from cur h power, llv 3«tS iiaro To live, to act and serve the future hour: And if, as toward the silent tomb we so Throui h love threugh hope, and faTth'a trana- cendent power, -•■"■ We feel that we are greater than we know "