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Like - but oh ! how different.
Poems of the Imagination. xxix. Type of the wise who soar, but never roam ; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home.
To a Skylark. xxx. Show us how divine a thing A Woman may be made.
To a Young Lady. xxxvi.
But an old age serene and bright,
There's something in a flying horse,
Peter Bell. Prologue. Stanza 1.
The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Part i. xxy.
The world is too much with us; late and soon
Miscellaneous Sonnets. Part i. xxxiii.
Great God! I'd rather be
'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower
Part i. xxxv.
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep :
Part ii. xxxvi.
The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an Angel's wing. *
Ecclesiastical Sonnets. Part iii. Walton's Lives.
Meek Walton's heavenly memory.
* The pen wherewith thou dost so heavenly sing
HENRY CONSTABLE. Sonnet.
Whose noble praise
DOROTHY BERRY. Sonnet.
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books,
The Tables Turnet.
One impulse from a vernal wood
A remnant of uneasy light.
The Matron of Fedborough.
Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows,
Sky Prospect. From the Plains of France.
He murmurs near the running brooks
Ibid. Stanza 10.
The harvest of a quiet eye,
Maidens withering on the stalk. Personal Talk. Stansa i.
Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books we know,
Ibid. Stanza 3.
The gentle Lady married to the Moor,
Personal Talk. Stanza 3.
Ibid. Stansa 4.
To be a Prodigal's Favourite,—then, worse truth,
The Small Celandine. From Poems referring to Old Age.
Often have I sighed to measure
To the Small Celandine. From Poems of the Fancy.
The light that never was, on sea or land,
in a Storm. Stanza 4. But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.
Epitaphs and Elegiac Pieces. xiii. Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.
Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 5. But trailing clouds of glory, do we come
From God, who is our home : Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. Stanza 11.
The vision and the faculty divine.
The imperfect offices of prayer and praise.
The good die first,
This dull product of a scoffer's pen.
With battlements, that on their restless fronts
Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
Monastic brotherhood, upon rock aërial.
The intellectual power through words and things
Society became my glittering bride,
There is a luxury in self-dispraise ;
* Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
The Borderers. dct iv.