51. *_Stanzas written in my Pocket-copy of Thomson’s ’Castle of Indolence.’_ [V.]

Composed in the Orchard, Grasmere, Town-End.  Coleridge living with us much at the time, his son Hartley has said that his father’s character and history are here preserved in a livelier way than in anything that has been written about him.

52. *_Louisa.  After accompanying her on a mountain Excursion_. [VI.]

Town-End, 1805.

53. *_Strange Fits of Passion have I known_. [VII.]
    *_She dwelt among the Springs of Dove_. [VIII.]
    *_I travelled among unknown Men_. [IX.]

These three poems were written in Germany, 1799.

54. *_Ere with cold Beads of midnight Dew_. [X.]

Rydal Mount, 1826.  Suggested by the condition of a friend.

55. *_To_ ——. [XI.]

Rydal Mount, 1824.  Prompted by the undue importance attached to personal beauty by some dear friends of mine. [In opposite page in pencil—­S.  C.]

56. *_’Tis said that some have died for Love_. [XIII.]

1800.

57. *_A Complaint_. [XIV.]

Suggested by a change in the manners of a friend.  Coleorton, 1806. [Town-End marked out and Coleorton written in pencil; and on opposite page in pencil—­Coleridge, S. T.]

58. *_To_ ——. [XV.]

Rydal Mount, 1824.  Written on [Mrs.] Mary Wordsworth.

59. * ’How rich that Forehead’s calm Expanse!’[XVII.]

Rydal Mount, 1824.  Also on M. W.

60. *_To_ ——. [XIX]

Rydal Mount, 1824.  To M. W., Rydal Mount.

61. *_Lament of Mary Queen of Scots_. [XX.]

This arose out of a flash of Moonlight that struck the ground when I was approaching the steps that lead from the garden at Rydal Mount to the front of the house.  ‘From her sunk eye a stagnant tear stole forth,’ is taken, with some loss, from a discarded poem, ‘The Convict,’ in which occurred, when he was discovered lying in the cell, these lines: 

    ’But now he upraises the deep-sunken eye;
      The motion unsettles a tear;
    The silence of sorrow it seems to supply,
      And asks of me, why I am here.’

62. The Complaint of a forsaken Indian Woman. [XXI.]

When a Northern Indian, from sickness, is unable to continue his journey with his companions, he is left behind, covered over with deer-skins, and is supplied with water, food, and fuel, if the situation of the place will afford it.  He is informed of the track which his companions intend to pursue, and if he be unable to follow, or overtake them, he perishes alone in the desert; unless he should have the good fortune to fall in with some other tribes of Indians.  The females are equally, or still more, exposed to the same fate.  See that very interesting work, Hearne’s Journey from Hudson’s Bay to the Northern Ocean.  In the high northern latitudes, as the same writer informs us, when the northern lights vary their position in the air, they make a rustling and a crackling noise, as alluded to in the following poem.