Song
at the Feast of Brougham Castle
by
William Wordsworth
(Poem, Summary, Paraphrase & Analysis)
Song
at the Feast of Brougham Castle
High
in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate,
And
Emont’s murmur mingled with the Song.—
The
words of ancient time I thus translate,
A
festal strain that hath been silent long:—
‘From
town to town, from tower to tower,
The
Red Rose is a gladsome flower.
Her
thirty years of winter past,
The
Red Rose is revived at last;
She
lifts her head for endless spring,
For
everlasting blossoming:
Both
roses flourish, Red and White.
In
love and sisterly delight
The
two that were at strife are blended,
And
all old troubles now are ended.—
Joy!
Joy to both! but most to her
Who
is the flower of Lancaster!
Behold
a Knight by Shepherds reared,
A
Knight who once his flock hath sheared,
In
size, in gesture, and in brow,
Proud
Nature’s noblest work is he,
And
unto him hath Nature given
A
voice that seems the voice of Heaven.
Above
the meaner herd he towers,
He
glitters in a robe of state;
When
he speaks, he speaks in power;
Like
Nature in her prime and hour,
Majestic
as a God is he!
What
wonder if in noble heart
He
bore his sovereign’s mildest part;
What
wonder if in tender mood
He
sought the haunts of solitude,
Where,
when the holy season came,
He
kept, with Shepherds, holy-day;
And,
duly, from the peaceful vale,
With
perfect joy, and favouring gale,
He
reached the court, to pay his vow
To
Heaven, and Heaven’s anointed now.
Much
gain of him who walks apart
Must
every human heart retain;
And
when his inward soul is fain
To
lean upon a fellow heart,
The
stronger will he prove, the more
He
hath been used to stand alone:
Who—whilst
his heart beats kindly—still
Keeps
all his passions subject to his will.
O
Clifford! long thy House hath stood,
And
long thy House shall stand!—
By
thee restored, in thee renewed,
Thy
line shall bless the Land.
Fair
be the Guise that now appears!
A
Mansion breathing yesterdays;
An
image of ancestral years;
A
reverence from posterity;
A
record in the heart of Time;
A
monument of loftier clime;
A
house that like a tree shall grow,
And
live and flourish still;
While
seasons come, while seasons go,
Till
Time itself be still.
—The
Minstrel ceased; the applause of joy
Ran
through the Hall: the Minstrel’s voice
Was
lifted in a loftier strain,
And
thus he spake again:—
“Art
thou not near, beloved Vale!
Art
thou not near, beloved Stream!
Thy
sweet abode, thy holy dream,
Where
joy and peace are wont to dwell?
The
lowly cottage, and the fane,
The
green hills ringing with the strain
Of
pastoral music, low and high,
The
river’s murmur, soft and nigh,—
The
mountain’s heart, the vale’s repose,—
The
grandeur that creation shows!
Such
place to love, such life to see,
It
is more than destiny!
And
yet, O Clifford! unto thee,
Both
these are richly given:—
In
thee the twofold stream of life
Mingles,
as brothers mix in strife;
In
thee the Shepherd and the Knight
Are
joined, and blended in delight.
And
if, when all thy days are done,
A
noble race shall still live on,
’Twill
be thy pride that they are thine,
And,
grateful, bless their ancient line!”
Summary
William
Wordsworth’s Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle celebrates the restoration of
Henry Clifford, known as the “Shepherd Lord,” to his rightful estates and
titles after years of obscurity during the Wars of the Roses. The poem is cast
as if sung by a minstrel in the great hall of Brougham Castle, with the river
Eamont murmuring nearby and mingling with the music. Wordsworth frames it as a
revival of an ancient strain, recalling past glories and rejoicing in renewed
peace.
The
poem begins by recalling the conclusion of the long conflict between the houses
of Lancaster and York. The Wars of the Roses had brought strife and division
for decades, but now the two roses—the red of Lancaster and the white of
York—are united in harmony. The minstrel proclaims joy for both houses, but
especially for Lancaster, which has regained its strength and stability through
reconciliation.
The
focus then turns to Henry Clifford himself. He had been raised away from
courtly life, hidden among shepherds for safety, and had grown up in a life of
simplicity and seclusion. Wordsworth emphasizes his natural greatness—his
stature, bearing, and noble expression mark him as one destined for honor. He
possesses a voice so commanding and lofty that it seems divine, setting him
above ordinary men. Clifford, though noble by birth, retains the humility and
closeness to nature that his upbringing had instilled in him.
The
minstrel highlights Clifford’s piety and devotion. Even while living as a
shepherd, he honored religious observances, joining in festivals and making
pilgrimages to pay vows at holy places. His life among shepherds gave him
strength and discipline, teaching him solitude and self-mastery. Because he had
learned to live apart, he grew into a man capable of standing firm, controlling
his passions, and retaining kindness of heart.
The
song then celebrates the Clifford family’s long history. The house of Clifford,
though tried by adversity, has endured and now rises again. In Henry Clifford,
the family is renewed, and its future is blessed. The poet envisions Brougham
Castle itself as a symbol of continuity and heritage—a dwelling that carries
memories of ancestral times and will stand as a monument into the future,
rooted firmly like a living tree, lasting through the changes of the seasons
until time itself comes to an end.
At
this point, the minstrel raises his voice again in praise of Clifford’s life
and surroundings. He invokes the beloved valley and stream, the quiet cottages,
the chapel, the hills alive with music, the murmuring river, and the grandeur
of the mountains. Such a life—rich in natural beauty and peace—is described as
more than destiny, as if Clifford has been granted a rare and precious
blessing.
Finally,
the minstrel notes that Clifford embodies a unique harmony. In him the shepherd
and the knight are united: simplicity and nobility, pastoral life and chivalric
duty, are joined together. This union is both his personal triumph and a gift
to posterity. The closing lines look to the future, imagining Clifford’s
descendants carrying on his legacy. If they live noble lives, it will be his
pride that they owe their lineage to him, and they will bless the ancient
family line renewed in his person.
Thus
the poem ends in a tone of joy, reverence, and celebration. It recalls a
troubled past, honors the restored lord whose life bridges shepherd simplicity
and knightly grandeur, and looks forward to a future of stability and blessing
for his house.
Line-by-line
Paraphrase
High
in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate,
In
the great hall, filled with expectant silence, the minstrel sat ready to sing.
And
Emont’s murmur mingled with the Song.—
The sound of the nearby river Eamont blended with his music.
The
words of ancient time I thus translate,
He
begins to recite words from long ago, retelling them in modern speech.
A
festal strain that hath been silent long:—
It
is a celebratory song that has not been sung for many years.
‘From
town to town, from tower to tower,
Across towns and castles, news spreads everywhere—
The
Red Rose is a gladsome flower.
The red rose, symbol of Lancaster, is once again a flower of joy.
Her
thirty years of winter past,
After thirty years of hardship and decline—
The
Red Rose is revived at last;
The house of Lancaster has finally been restored.
She
lifts her head for endless spring,
She rises again, ready for lasting prosperity.
For
everlasting blossoming:
Her flourishing is expected to continue forever.
Both
roses flourish, Red and White.
Now both the red rose (Lancaster) and the white rose (York) thrive together.
In
love and sisterly delight
They are united in peace and harmony, like sisters reconciled.
The
two that were at strife are blended,
The two houses that fought bitterly are now joined together.
And
all old troubles now are ended.—
The past conflicts and sufferings are finally over.
Joy!
Joy to both! but most to her
Rejoice for both sides, but especially for Lancaster—
Who
is the flower of Lancaster!
For she is the truest flower among them.
Behold
a Knight by Shepherds reared,
Look—here is a knight who was raised among shepherds.
A
Knight who once his flock hath sheared,
He
even tended and sheared sheep himself.
In
size, in gesture, and in brow,
His stature, movements, and face—
Proud
Nature’s noblest work is he,
Show that he is one of Nature’s finest creations.
And
unto him hath Nature given
Nature has also gifted him—
A
voice that seems the voice of Heaven.
A
voice so commanding it sounds divine.
Above
the meaner herd he towers,
He
stands tall above ordinary men.
He
glitters in a robe of state;
Now he shines in his noble robes of office.
When
he speaks, he speaks in power;
When he speaks, it is with great authority.
Like
Nature in her prime and hour,
His presence is as majestic as Nature at her fullest strength.
Majestic
as a God is he!
He
appears almost godlike in his dignity.
What
wonder if in noble heart
Is
it any surprise that in such a noble heart—
He
bore his sovereign’s mildest part;
He
was faithful and loyal to his king.
What
wonder if in tender mood
Is
it strange that in gentleness—
He
sought the haunts of solitude,
He
loved places of peace and solitude—
Where,
when the holy season came,
Where, during times of religious observance—
He
kept, with Shepherds, holy-day;
He
joined the shepherds in celebrating holy festivals.
And,
duly, from the peaceful vale,
And faithfully, from the quiet valley—
With
perfect joy, and favouring gale,
He
travelled happily, with favorable winds—
He
reached the court, to pay his vow
To
reach the king’s court and fulfill his duty.
To
Heaven, and Heaven’s anointed now.
Offering his loyalty both to God and to God’s chosen sovereign.
Much
gain of him who walks apart
Much is learned by the man who lives in solitude.
Must
every human heart retain;
Every human heart holds onto such lessons.
And
when his inward soul is fain
And when such a man wishes—
To
lean upon a fellow heart,
To
share his feelings with another—
The
stronger will he prove, the more
He
will prove himself stronger—
He
hath been used to stand alone:
Because he is accustomed to standing alone.
Who—whilst
his heart beats kindly—still
He
who remains kind in heart—
Keeps
all his passions subject to his will.
Yet keeps all his emotions under control.
O
Clifford! long thy House hath stood,
O
Clifford, your family has stood strong for many years.
And
long thy House shall stand!—
And it will continue to endure into the future.
By
thee restored, in thee renewed,
Through you, your family is restored and renewed.
Thy
line shall bless the Land.
Your descendants will be a blessing to the land.
Fair
be the Guise that now appears!
Beautiful is the scene now revealed!
A
Mansion breathing yesterdays;
The castle itself seems to carry the breath of history.
An
image of ancestral years;
It
reflects the memory of generations past.
A reverence
from posterity;
It
commands respect from future generations.
A
record in the heart of Time;
It
stands as a lasting record in time itself.
A
monument of loftier clime;
It
is a monument belonging to a higher, nobler world.
A
house that like a tree shall grow,
This family and castle will grow like a strong tree—
And
live and flourish still;
They will continue to live and flourish.
While
seasons come, while seasons go,
Through all the changing seasons—
Till
Time itself be still.
Until time itself comes to an end.
—The
Minstrel ceased; the applause of joy
The minstrel paused, and joyful applause filled the hall.
Ran
through the Hall: the Minstrel’s voice
The hall resounded with clapping, and then the minstrel’s voice—
Was lifted
in a loftier strain,
Rose again in an even nobler song.
And
thus he spake again:—
And he began to sing once more.
“Art
thou not near, beloved Vale!
Are you not close by, beloved valley?
Art
thou not near, beloved Stream!
And you too, beloved river?
Thy
sweet abode, thy holy dream,
Your peaceful dwelling and sacred charm—
Where
joy and peace are wont to dwell?
Where joy and peace always live?
The
lowly cottage, and the fane,
The humble cottage and the chapel—
The
green hills ringing with the strain
The green hills echoing with music—
Of
pastoral music, low and high,
The songs of shepherds, soft and loud—
The
river’s murmur, soft and nigh,—
The gentle murmur of the nearby river—
The
mountain’s heart, the vale’s repose,—
The strength of the mountains and the calm of the valley—
The
grandeur that creation shows!
The magnificence of all creation!
Such
place to love, such life to see,
To
love such a place and to live such a life—
It
is more than destiny!
It
feels like a blessing greater than fate.
And
yet, O Clifford! unto thee,
And yet, O Clifford, to you—
Both
these are richly given:—
Both these blessings have been richly granted.
In
thee the twofold stream of life
In
you, two ways of life flow together—
Mingles,
as brothers mix in strife;
They meet and mingle like brothers who, though they may quarrel, are bound
together.
In
thee the Shepherd and the Knight
In
you, the shepherd and the knight are united—
Are
joined, and blended in delight.
Joined together in perfect harmony.
And
if, when all thy days are done,
And if, when your life is over—
A
noble race shall still live on,
Your noble family line continues—
’Twill
be thy pride that they are thine,
Your pride will be that they came from you.
And,
grateful, bless their ancient line!”
And they will be grateful, blessing their ancient heritage.
Analysis
in Detail
William
Wordsworth’s Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle, Upon the Restoration of Lord
Clifford, the Shepherd, to the Estates and Honors of His Ancestors is one of
his most historical and celebratory poems. Written in 1807, it combines the
poet’s love of history with his central theme of nature’s shaping power over
human character. Through the story of Henry Clifford, the “Shepherd Lord,”
Wordsworth explores ideas of reconciliation, nobility, and the sustaining force
of simplicity in a turbulent age.
The
poem is set in the great hall of Brougham Castle, where a minstrel sings at a
feast commemorating the restoration of Clifford’s titles and lands after the
Wars of the Roses. This opening frame immediately places the poem in a medieval
atmosphere, linking it to the tradition of bardic song and historical
celebration. Yet Wordsworth’s voice is not purely historical; he adopts the
minstrel’s tone but fills it with Romantic sensibility, emphasizing both
history and human feeling.
One
of the central themes of the poem is reconciliation. The minstrel begins by
recalling the bitter division between the Red Rose of Lancaster and the White
Rose of York. For three decades, England had been torn by civil war, but now
the two roses are united “in love and sisterly delight.” The joy expressed here
is not simply political; it is a deeper celebration of peace after strife,
harmony after discord. Wordsworth treats the union as almost natural, like two
flowers flourishing side by side. This image sets the tone for the whole poem,
in which conflict gives way to harmony, both in the nation and in the life of
Clifford himself.
Henry
Clifford’s story lies at the heart of the poem. Born to noble heritage, he was
forced into hiding as a child and raised among shepherds to protect him from
the dangers of civil war. Wordsworth presents this as a paradoxical blessing.
Although Clifford lost his rightful place for many years, he gained something
more profound: a character formed by nature, solitude, and simple living. The
minstrel describes him in glowing terms—his stature, expression, and voice mark
him as destined for greatness. He is not only noble by blood but also noble in
the sense that he embodies strength, dignity, and self-control. His voice is
said to sound like “the voice of Heaven,” a striking image of authority
tempered with natural purity.
Wordsworth
emphasizes the moral and spiritual benefits of Clifford’s pastoral upbringing.
Having lived in solitude, he learned self-mastery; having dwelt among
shepherds, he knew simplicity and humility. He joined them in their religious
festivals, linking his life to the rhythm of faith and nature. Wordsworth
suggests that solitude and rural life can shape a man more deeply than courts
or battles. The Shepherd Lord becomes a living example of Wordsworth’s Romantic
conviction that nature is the great teacher of humanity.
The
poem then broadens its focus to the Clifford family line and the castle itself.
Wordsworth treats Brougham Castle as both a physical structure and a symbol of
continuity. He imagines it as a “house that like a tree shall grow,” firmly
rooted in the past yet living into the future. This image of organic growth
echoes Wordsworth’s recurring belief in the natural, living continuity of
history. Families, like trees, endure through seasons of hardship and renewal.
In Clifford’s restoration, the Clifford line has been renewed, and the castle
stands as a monument of resilience.
After
the first portion of the song, the minstrel raises his voice again, turning to
praise Clifford’s surrounding landscape. Here Wordsworth’s characteristic
celebration of nature is most evident. The beloved vale, the murmuring stream,
the cottages, chapels, hills, and rivers are all evoked as if they form a
living environment of peace and grandeur. This setting is not merely
decorative; it shapes the life of Clifford himself. His greatness arises not
only from his heritage but also from his immersion in such a landscape. The
harmony of valley, river, and mountain mirrors the harmony in Clifford’s
character.
The
closing lines emphasize the union within Clifford himself. In him, the shepherd
and the knight are joined together. This union embodies reconciliation on a
personal level, just as the red and white roses represent reconciliation on a
national level. Clifford is both a man of simple pastoral life and a man of
noble lineage and duty. Wordsworth presents this as a rare and precious
combination: humility joined with honor, simplicity joined with grandeur. The
hope expressed at the end is that Clifford’s descendants will continue in his
spirit, blessing their noble line by remembering both the shepherd’s simplicity
and the knight’s nobility.
Thus,
the poem operates on three interconnected levels: the national, the personal,
and the natural. Nationally, it celebrates peace after the Wars of the Roses.
Personally, it praises Henry Clifford’s character, formed through simplicity
and solitude. Naturally, it upholds the power of landscape and rural life in
shaping human virtue. All three levels intertwine in Wordsworth’s vision,
producing not only a song of historical triumph but also a meditation on the
enduring values of peace, nature, and integrity.
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