The ox was his-what cou'd he say? 45 IX The frighted beast ran on-(but here, X The frighted beast ran through the town, Bull-dog, parson, shopman, clown: ΧΙ Should you a Rat to madness tease There's no Philosopher but sees That Rage and Fear are one disease Though that may burn, and this may freeze, 65 XII And so this Ox, in frantic mood, The mob turn'd tail, and he pursued, Till they with heat and fright were stew'd, But had his belly full! 70 49 The baited ox drove on M. P., An. Anth. 50 No... print] The Gospel scarce M. P., An. Anth. 53 cannot] could M. P. 55 The ox drove on, right through the town M. P. 62 may] might M. P., An. Anth. 68 any] a mad M. P. 70 heat and fright] flight and fear 71 this] the M. P. M. P., An. Anth. XIII Old Nick's astride the beast, 'tis clear! Old Nicholas, to a tittle! But all agree he'd disappear, Would but the Parson venture near, And through his teeth,' right o'er the steer, XIV Achilles was a warrior fleet, The victor Ox scour'd down the street, XV Through gardens, lanes and fields new-plough'd, 85 He plung'd and toss'd and bellow'd loud Till in his madness he grew proud To see this helter-skelter crowd That had more wrath than courage! 90 XVI Alas! to mend the breaches wide They all must work, whate'er betide, Both days and months, and pay beside. 95 According to the common superstition there are two ways of fighting with the Devil. You may cut him in half with a straw, or he will vanish if you spit over his horns with a fasting spittle. Note by S. T. C. in M. P. According to the superstition of the West-Countries, if you meet the Devil, you may either cut him in half with a straw, or force him to disappear by spitting over his horns. An. Anth., S. L. 73 beast] ox M. P. 91 Alas] Alack M. P. 75 agree] agreed M. P. 83 scour'd] drove M. P. XVII But here once more to view did pop And now he cried,-'Stop, neighbours, stop! No! not a school-boy's farthing top For all the parish-fences.' XVIII 'The Ox is mad! Ho! Dick, Bob, Mat! Ho! stretch this rope across the plat- XIX 'A lying dog! just now he said The Ox was only glad Let's break his Presbyterian head!' 'Hush!' quoth the sage, 'you've been misled; No quarrels now! let's all make head, YOU DROVE THE POOR OX MAD.' XX As thus I sat, in careless chat, With the morning's wet newspaper, In eager haste, without his hat, 1798. XXI And so my Muse per force drew bit; 'Well, have you heard?' No, not a whit. And Sheridan 's recanted!' 99 cried] bawl'd M. P. bare-faced M. P. 103 Tom! Walter! Mat! M. P. 115 But lo! to interrupt my chat M. P. 122 And he rush'd in M. P. came] In rush'd M. P. 125-6 That Tierney's wounded Mister PITT, HEXAMETERS1 WILLIAM, my teacher, my friend! dear William and dear Dorothea! Smooth out the folds of my letter, and place it on desk or on table; Place it on table or desk; and your right hands loosely halfclosing,2 Gently sustain them in air, and extending the digit didactic, Rest it a moment on each of the forks of the five-forkéd left hand, 5 Twice on the breadth of the thumb, and once on the tip of each finger; Read with a nod of the head in a humouring recitativo; And, as I live, you will see my hexameters hopping before you. This is a galloping measure; a hop, and a trot, and a gallop! All my hexameters fly, like stags pursued by the staghounds, 10 Breathless and panting, and ready to drop, yet flying still onwards,3 I would full fain pull in my hard-mouthed runaway hunter; But our English Spondeans are clumsy yet impotent curbreins; And so to make him go slowly, no way left have I but to lame him. William, my head and my heart! dear Poet that feelest and thinkest! 15 Dorothy, eager of soul, my most affectionate sister! 1 First published in Memoirs of W. Wordsworth, 1851, i. 139-41: reprinted in Life by Prof. Knight, 1889, i. 185. First collected as a whole in P. W. [ed. T. Ashe], 1885. Lines 30-6, 'O what a life is the eye', &c., were first published in Friendship's Offering, and are included in P. W., 1834. They were reprinted by Cottle in E. R., 1837, i. 226. The 'Hexameters' were sent in a letter, written in the winter of 1798-9 from Ratzeburg to the Wordsworths at Goslar. 2 False metre. S. T. C. Still flying onwards' were perhaps better. S. T. C. O! it is all too far to send you mockeries idle: Yea, and I feel it not right! But O! my friends, my beloved! 20 Feverish and wakeful I lie,-I am weary of feeling and thinking. Every thought is worn down, I am weary yet cannot be vacant. Five long hours have I tossed, rheumatic heats, dry and flushing, Gnawing behind in my head, and wandering and throbbing about me, Busy and tiresome, my friends, as the beat of the boding night-spider.' I forget the beginning of the line: my eyes are a burthen, 25 Now unwillingly closed, now open and aching with darkness. O! what a life is the eye! what a strange and inscrutable essence! Him that is utterly blind, nor glimpses the fire that warms him; Him that never beheld the swelling breast of his mother; 30 Him that smiled in his gladness as a babe that smiles in its slumber; Even for him it exists, it moves and stirs in its prison; Lives with a separate life, and 'Is it a Spirit?' he murmurs: 'Sure it has thoughts of its own, and to see is only a language.' . . The There was a great deal more, which I have forgotten. last line which I wrote, I remember, and write it for the truth of the sentiment, scarcely less true in company than in pain and solitude: William, my head and my heart! dear William and dear Dorothea! 35 You have all in each other; but I am lonely, and want you! 1798-9. 1 False metre. S. T. C. 28 strange] fine Letter, 1798-9, Cottle, 1837. 29 Him] He Cottle, 1837. 30 Him] He Cottle, 1837. 31 Him that ne'er smiled at the bosom as babe Letter, 1798-9: He that smiled at the bosom, the babe Cottle, 1837. 32 Even to him it exists, it stirs and moves Letter, 1798-9: Even to him it exists, it moves and stirs Cottle, 1837. 33 a Spirit] the Spirit Letter, 1798-9. 34 a] its Letter, 1798-9. |