The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth
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Chapter 201 : FOOTNOTES ON THE TEXT [Footnote A: "Friday, 4th December 1801.... William transla
FOOTNOTES ON THE TEXT
[Footnote A:
"Friday, 4th December 1801.... William translating 'The Prioress'
Tale'."
"Sat.u.r.day, 5th. William finished 'The Prioress' Tale', and after tea, Mary and he wrote it out"
(Dorothy Wordsworth's Journal).--Ed.]
[Footnote B: See 'Il Penseroso', l. 110.--Ed.]
[Footnote C: Chaucer's phrase is "a litel clergeon," Wordsworth's, "a little scholar;" but "clergeon" is a chorister, not a scholar.--Ed.]
[Footnote D:
"Chaucer's text is:
'Thus hath this widow her litel child i-taught Our blissful lady, Criste's moder deere, To worschip ay, and he forgat it nought; For sely child wil alway soone leere.'
'For sely child wil alway soone leere,' i.e. for a happy child will always learn soon. Wordsworth renders:
'For simple infant hath a ready ear,'
and adds:
'Sweet is the holiness of youth,'
extending the stanza to receive this addition from seven to eight lines, with an altered rhyme-system."
(Professor Edward Dowden, in the 'Transactions of the Wordsworth Society', No. III.)--Ed.]
[Footnote E: Chaucer's text is:
'This litel child his litel book lernynge As he sat in the schole in his primere.'
Ed.]
[Footnote F: Chaucer's text is:
'And in a tombe of marble stoones clere Enclosed they this litel body swete.'
Ed.]
SUB-FOOTNOTES ON THE TEXT
[Sub-Footnote a: This was erased in the 'Errata' of 1820, but it may be reproduced here.--Ed.]
THE CUCKOO AND THE NIGHTINGALE
Translated 1801. [A]--Published 1841 [B]
I The G.o.d of Love--_ah, benedicite!_ How mighty and how great a Lord is he!
For he of low hearts can make high, of high He can make low, and unto death bring nigh; And hard hearts he can make them kind and free. [1] 5
II Within a little time, as hath been found, He can make sick folk whole and fresh and sound: Them who are whole in body and in mind, He can make sick,--bind can he and unbind All that he will have bound, or have unbound. 10
III To tell his might my wit may not suffice; Foolish men he can make them out of wise;-- For he may do all that he will devise; Loose livers he can make abate their vice, And proud hearts can make tremble in a trice. 15
IV In brief, the whole of what he will, he may; Against him dare not any wight say nay; To humble or afflict whome'er he will, To gladden or to grieve, he hath like skill; But most his might he sheds on the eve of May. 20
V For every true heart, gentle heart and free, That with him is, or thinketh so to be, Now against May shall have some stirring--whether To joy, or be it to some mourning; never At other time, methinks, in like degree. 25
VI For now when they may hear the small birds' song, And see the budding leaves the branches throng, This unto their remembrance doth bring All kinds of pleasure mix'd with sorrowing; And longing of sweet thoughts that ever long. 30
VII And of that longing heaviness doth come, Whence oft great sickness grows of heart and home; Sick are they all for lack of their desire; And thus in May their hearts are set on fire, So that they burn forth in great martyrdom. 35
VIII In sooth, I speak from feeling, what though now Old am I, and to genial pleasure slow; Yet have I felt of sickness through the May, Both hot and cold, and heart-aches every day,-- How hard, alas! to bear, I only know. 40
IX Such shaking doth the fever in me keep Through all this May that I have little sleep; And also 'tis not likely unto me, That any living heart should sleepy be In which Love's dart its fiery point doth steep. 45