Who laugh away all virtue, mingling mirth As the vile sea-weed, which some mountain-blast I have told, O Britons! O my brethren! I have told 145 150 155 Who, playing tricks with conscience, dare not look 160 146 we] ye 1809. 148 toss] some] the 1809. 151 fear] awe 1802. 141 Who] That 4o, P. R., 1802, 1809. float 1809. 149 sea-weed] sea-weeds MS. W., 4o, 1802. 150 Swept] Sweeps 1809. 151-3 Not in a drunken triumph, but with awe 155 truth] 157 courage] 154 O men of England! Brothers! I have told 1809. 156 factious] factitious 1809. truths 1802, 1809. 159-61 At their own vices. Fondly some expect freedom 1802. 162 constituted] delegated 1802. [We have been . . . enmity om.] 1802. 161-4 Restless in enmity have thought all change 163 had been] were but 1809. 163-75 As if a government were but a robe To which our crimes and miseries were affix'd, Who will not bow their heads, and close their eyes, Even of their country. Such have they deemed me. 1809. 1802. On which our vice and wretchedness were tagged Poor drudges of chastising Providence, 165 170 Which gave them birth and nursed them. Others, meanwhile, Dote with a mad idolatry; and all Who will not fall before their images, And yield them worship, they are enemies Even of their country! Such have I been deemed.- 175 But, O dear Britain! O my Mother Isle! Needs must thou prove a name most dear and holy A husband, and a father! who revere All bonds of natural love, and find them all 180 O native Britain! O my Mother Isle! How shouldst thou prove aught else but dear and holy To me, who from thy lakes and mountain-hills, Thy clouds, thy quiet dales, thy rocks and seas, 185 Have drunk in all my intellectual life, All sweet sensations, all ennobling thoughts, All lovely and all honourable things, 190 There lives nor form nor feeling in my soul And beauteous island! thou hast been my sole 195 166-71 Fondly. . . nursed them om. 1809. 171 nursed] nurse 4o, S. L. meanwhile] meantime 1809. 175 Such have I been deemed 1809. 177 prove] be 1802, 1809. natural bonds of 1802. 179 father] parent 1809. 181 limits] circle 1802, 1809. thou be 1802: shouldst thou be 1809. 184-5 180 All 183 couldst To me who from thy brooks and mountain-hills, I walk with awe, and sing my stately songs, May my fears, My filial fears, be vain! and may the vaunts Pass like the gust, that roared and died away But now the gentle dew-fall sends abroad And now, beloved Stowey! I behold 200 205 210 215 220 Thy church-tower, and, methinks, the four huge elms Clustering, which mark the mansion of my friend; 225 And my babe's mother dwell in peace! With light 230 Love, and the thoughts that yearn for human kind. 207 Aslant the ivied] On the long-ivied MS. W., 4o. MS. W., 4o, P. R. 214 nook] scene THE NIGHTINGALE1 A CONVERSATION POEM, APRIL, 1798 But some night-wandering man whose heart was pierced Or slow distemper, or neglected love, (And so, poor wretch! filled all things with himself, And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale Of his own sorrow) he, and such as he, First named these notes a melancholy strain. Poet who hath been building up the rhyme 5 15 20 1 First published in Lyrical Ballads, 1798, reprinted in Lyrical Ballads, 1800, 1802, and 1805: included in Sibylline Leaves, 1817, 1828, 1829, and 1834. 2 Most musical, most melancholy.' This passage in Milton possesses an excellence far superior to that of mere description; it is spoken in the character of the melancholy Man, and has therefore a dramatic propriety. The Author makes this remark, to rescue himself from the charge of having alluded with levity to a line in Milton; a charge than which none could be more painful to him, except perhaps that of having ridiculed his Bible. Footnote to 1. 13 L. B. 1798, L. B. 1800, S. L. 1817, 1828, 1829. In 1834 the footnote ends with the word 'Milton', the last sentence being omitted. Note. In the Table of Contents of 1828 and 1829'The Nightingale' is omitted. The Nightingale-Title] The Nightingale; a Conversational Poem, written in April, 1798 L. B. 1798: The Nightingale, written in April, 1798 L. B. 1800: The Nightingale A Conversation Poem, written in April, 1798 S. L., 1828, 1829. 21 sorrow] sorrows L. B. 1798, 1800. When he had better far have stretched his limbs 25 By sun or moon-light, to the influxes Of shapes and sounds and shifting elements Who lose the deepening twilights of the spring My Friend, and thou, our Sister! we have learnt And I know a grove 30 35 40 45 50 55 60 40 My Friend, and my Friend's sister L. B. 1798, 1800. 58 song] songs L. B. 1798, 1800, S. L. 61 And one, low piping, sounds more sweet than all-S. L. 1817: (punctuate thus, reading Sound for sounds :-And one low piping Sound more sweet than all-Errata, S. L., p. [xii]). 62 a] an all editions to 1834. |