as these may sound easy enough yet i doubt whether even ever caught quite that note again and to me s poems on on the the solitary and the like seem more more exceptional as poetical de force than even his although i agree with those who maintain that he has left us the finest collection of which any english poet has to show i may mention the following poems as examples of the different alluded to above � which of course run into each other � simple style we are seven gray poet s pet lamb poor poems on and tables turned fragment stray pleasures poems on my heart leaps up s nest girl phantom of delight solitary transition to grand style abbey castle affliction of margaret there was a boy castle death of fox grand style happy warrior trees on immortality to duty wisdom and spirit patriotic and other evening by william i quote in illustration three of the type which in s early days was a mark for general derision � � and turning from her grave i met beside the church yard a blooming girl whose hair was wet with points of morning dew a basket on her head she bare her brow was smooth and white to see a child so very fair it was a pure delight no fountain from its rocky cave e er tripped with foot so free she seemed as happy as a wave that dances on the sea � something here is something i think beyond imitation in the two april mornings from which these are taken there is of course a pathetic attitude of mind to which the lines lead up that of the father who would not if he could renew the past joy at the risk of the past sorrow others might have chosen that theme might have adorned into simplicity and into a similar recital but in what mind save s would the which close each of the three have arisen the exquisite truth of the look of the child s hair in the dew the innocent intensity of s gaze the springing of that last � fresh and vivid as of old was ocean s many twinkling smile � and the melody which with its few rustic notes the scene and it into poetry s ideal world i have said that s poems were largely concerned with the english lake country with the race and the which it was his mission both to represent and to for a bom within a few miles of s home and a few years before his death the inward picture of that country s past present future cannot rise without a touch of pain yea all that now thee � said once of how much smaller an invasion than has actually occurred i � � yea all that now thee from the day on which it should be touched would melt and melt away the best remaining hope is still in it is the hope that his abiding spirit may exert an ever deeper influence upon those who look upon the land which he loved the visitors to the lake country indeed are not now mainly such as he most feared by i i william in growing proportion they are men and women who have a right to be there the right involved in real power of appreciation in real effort of voyage and journey made to reach the shrine and even now to it might perhaps have seemed that his lakes and hills might yet a new virtue wider than the old here is what we in england have of fairest of most sacred to offer let us offer it to all our kin let our great race whose tribes are mighty nations find here an and a central memory of peace there can be nothing in any passage from simplicity to greatness and we find in s poems that transition often without conscious change of tone this is especially noticeable in the � a kind of on the poet s own education where the sense of and which such a subject is constantly yielding to our sense of the s and dignity and to the interest of the of a character than which i know none of better for the future of mankind the song at the feast of castle again stands between s simple style and his grand style it rises from rustic into and from into the tranquillity of the eternal world how charged with the spirit of the mountains is the s story of the childhood of the shepherd lord � and both the fish that swim through did wait on him the pair were servants of his eye in their immortality and glancing gleaming dark or bright moved to and fro for his delight � how swiftly that passes as on one high note to bis heroic cry � in his halls on the blood of calls the the lance bear me to the heart of france is the longing of the shield � at last the poet himself the strain and how sublime in its simplicity is that return and from the wild tale of war and tumult to the true victory and the peace � alas the impassioned did not know that for a tranquil soul the lay was framed by william x who long compelled in humble walks to go was softened into feeling soothed and tamed � love had he in huts where poor men lie his daily teachers had been woods and the silence that is in the sky the sleep that is among the lonely hills � but there was matter enough near home to call forth all s martial impulses and to raise his style to its last elevation a pure clear tone of heroic grandeur during the prime of the poet s powers england was engaged in her most desperate struggle with her worst and 