Thrilled by loose snatches of the social Lay.
Rydal Mount, 1838.
[174] 1838.
… undaunted, unopprest,
Struggling with twilight premature and rain.
Loud roars the wind, but smothers not his strain
MS.
“’TIS HE WHOSE YESTER-EVENING’S HIGH DISDAIN”
Composed 1838.—Published 1838