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And moveth all together, if it moves at all.
Resolution and Independence. Stanza 11.
Choice word and measured phrase above the reach
Of ordinary men.
Resolution and Independence. Stanza 14.
And mighty poets in their misery dead.
Resolution and Independence. Stanza 17.
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will;
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
Earth has not anything to show more fair.
The holy time is quiet as a nun
Breathless with adoration.
It is a beauteous Evening.
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Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade
Of that which once was great is passed away.
On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic.
Thou has left behind
Powers that will work for thee,—air, earth, and skies!
There 's not a breathing of the common wind
That will forget thee; thou hast great allies;
Thy friends are exultations, agonies,
And love, and man's unconquerable mind.[471:1]
To Toussaint L' Ouverture.
One that would peep and botanize
Upon his mother's grave.
A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 5.
He murmurs near the running brooks
A music sweeter than their own.
A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 10.
And you must love him, ere to you
He will seem worthy of your love.
A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 11.
The harvest of a quiet eye,
That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 13.
Yet sometimes, when the secret cup
Of still and serious thought went round,
It seemed as if he drank it up,
He felt with spirit so profound.
Matthew.
My eyes are dim with childish tears,
My heart is idly stirred,
For the same sound is in my ears
Which in those days I heard.
The Fountain.
A happy youth, and their old age
Is beautiful and free.
The Fountain.
And often, glad no more,
We wear a face of joy because
We have been glad of yore.
The Fountain.
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The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door.
Lucy Gray. Stanza 2.
A youth to whom was given
So much of earth, so much of heaven.
Ruth.
Until a man might travel twelve stout miles,
Or reap an acre of his neighbor's corn.
The Brothers.
Something between a hindrance and a help.
Michael.
Drink, pretty creature, drink!
The Pet Lamb.
Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
A narrow Girdle of rough Stones and Crags.
And he is oft the wisest man
Who is not wise at all.
The Oak and the Broom.
"A jolly place," said he, "in times of old!
But something ails it now: the spot is cursed."
Hart-leap Well. Part ii.
Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.
Hart-leap Well. Part ii.
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride
With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
Hart-leap Well. Part ii.
Plain living and high thinking are no more.
The homely beauty of the good old cause
Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence,
And pure religion breathing household laws.
O Friend! I know not which way I must look.
Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee!
. . . . .
Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart:
So didst thou travel on life's common way
In cheerful godliness.
London, 1802.
We must be free or die who speak the tongue
That Shakespeare spake, the faith and morals hold
Which Milton held.
It is not to be thought of.
A noticeable man, with large gray eyes.
Stanzas written in Thomson's Castle of Indolence.
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We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,
When such are wanted.
To the Daisy.
The poet's darling.
To the Daisy.
Thou unassuming commonplace
Of Nature.
To the same Flower.
Oft on the dappled turf at ease
I sit, and play with similes,
Loose type of things through all degrees.
To the same Flower.
Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven
This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven;
The rueful conflict, the heart riven
With vain endeavour,
And memory of Earth's bitter leaven
Effaced forever.
Thoughts suggested on the Banks of the Nith.
The best of what we do and are,
Just God, forgive!
Thoughts suggested on the Banks of the Nith.
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago.
The Solitary Reaper.
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain
That has been, and may be again.
The Solitary Reaper.
The music in my heart I bore
Long after it was heard no more.
The Solitary Reaper.
Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;
Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,
Frozen by distance.
Address to Kilchurn Castle.
A famous man is Robin Hood,
The English ballad-singer's joy.
Rob Roy's Grave.
Because the good old rule
Sufficeth them,—the simple plan,
That they should take who have the power,
And they should keep who can.
Rob Roy's Grave.
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The Eagle, he was lord above,
And Rob was lord below.
Rob Roy's Grave.
A brotherhood of venerable trees.
Sonnet composed at —— Castle.
Let beeves and home-bred kine partake
The sweets of Burn-mill meadow;
The swan on still St. Mary's Lake
Float double, swan and shadow!
Yarrow Unvisited.
Every gift of noble origin
Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath.
These Times strike Monied Worldlings.
A remnant of uneasy light.
The Matron of Jedborough.
Oh for a single hour of that Dundee
Who on that day the word of onset gave![474:1]
Sonnet, in the Pass of Killicranky.
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird,
Or but a wandering voice?
To the Cuckoo.
She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight,
A lovely apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament;
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair,
Like twilights too her dusky hair,
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn.
She was a Phantom of Delight.
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
She was a Phantom of Delight.
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The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command.
She was a Phantom of Delight.
That inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude.
I wandered lonely.
To be a Prodigal's favourite,—then, worse truth,
A Miser's pensioner,—behold our lot!
The Small Celandine.
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God![475:1]
Ode to Duty.
A light to guide, a rod
To check the erring, and reprove.
Ode to Duty.
Give unto me, made lowly wise,
The spirit of self-sacrifice;
The confidence of reason give,
And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!
Ode to Duty.
The light that never was, on sea or land;
The consecration, and the Poet's dream.
Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm. Stanza 4.
Shalt show us how divine a thing
A woman may be made.
To a Young Lady. Dear Child of Nature.
But an old age serene and bright,
And lovely as a Lapland night,
Shall lead thee to thy grave.
To a Young Lady. Dear Child of Nature.
Where the statue stood
Of Newton, with his prism and silent face,
The marble index of a mind forever
Voyaging through strange seas of thought alone.
The Prelude. Book iii.
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Another morn
Risen on mid-noon.[476:1]
The Prelude. Book vi.
Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
But to be young was very heaven!
The Prelude. Book xi.
The budding rose above the rose full blown.
The Prelude. Book xi.
There is
One great society alone on earth:
The noble living and the noble dead.
The Prelude. Book xi.
Who, doomed to go in company with Pain
And Fear and Bloodshed,—miserable train!—
Turns his necessity to glorious gain.
Character of the Happy Warrior.
Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves
Of their bad influence, and their good receives.
Character of the Happy Warrior.
But who, if he be called upon to face
Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined
Great issues, good or bad for humankind,
Is happy as a lover.
Character of the Happy Warrior.
And through the heat of conflict keeps the law
In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.
Character of the Happy Warrior.
Whom neither shape of danger can dismay,
Nor thought of tender happiness betray.
Character of the Happy Warrior.
Like,—but oh how different!
Yes, it was the Mountain Echo.
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours.
Miscellaneous Sonnets. Part i. xxxiii.
Great God! I 'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn,
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
[477]Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea,
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Miscellaneous Sonnets. Part i. xxxiii.
Maidens withering on the stalk.[477:1]
Personal Talk. Stanza 1.
Sweetest melodies
Are those that are by distance made more sweet.[477:2]
Personal Talk. Stanza 2.
Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
Are a substantial world, both pure and good.
Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,
Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Personal Talk. Stanza 3.
The gentle Lady married to the Moor,
And heavenly Una with her milk-white lamb.
Personal Talk. Stanza 3.
Blessings be with them, and eternal praise,
Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!—
The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs
Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.
Personal Talk. Stanza 4.
A power is passing from the earth.
Lines on the expected Dissolution of Mr. Fox.
The rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the rose.
Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 2.
The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where'er I go,
That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 2.
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 5.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The soul that rises with us, our life's star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar.
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory, do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy.
Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 5.
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At length the man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day.
Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 5.
The thought of our past years in me doth breed
Perpetual benediction.
Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 9.
Those obstinate questionings
Of sense and outward things,
Fallings from us, vanishings,
Blank misgivings of a creature
Moving about in worlds not realized,
High instincts before which our mortal nature
Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised.
Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 9.
Truths that wake,
To perish never.
Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 9.
Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither.
Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 9.
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of
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