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And the Spring comes slowly up this way.
Alas! they had been friends in youth ;
Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place,
Fears in Solitude.
And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin
Is pride that apes humility. The Devil's Thoughts.
All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
And feed his sacred flame.
Strongly it bears us along in swelling and limitless
billows, Nothing before and nothing behind but the sky and the ocean. The Homeric Hexameter. Translated
In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column; In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.
The Ovidian Elegiac Metre Blest hour ! it was a luxury to be!
Reflections on having left a Place of Retirement. Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star In his steep course ? Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni.
Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines.
Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts!
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.
The Three Graves.
Never, believe me,
The Visit of the Gods. *
The Knight's bones are dust,
The Knight's Tomb. To know, to esteem, to love—and then to part, Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart !
On Taking Leave of -, 1817. Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care ;
Epitaph on an Infant.
* Imitated from SCHILLER.
Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud,
We in ourselves rejoice!
All melodies the echoes of that voice,
Dejection. An Ode. Stanza 5. Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends ! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man? three treasures, love and light, And calm thoughts, regular as infants' breath ; And three firm friends, more sure than day and night, Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death. Reproof.
Joy rises in me, like a summer's morn.'
A Christmas Carol. viii.
The river Rhine, it is well known,
divine Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?
The intelligible forms of ancient poets,
Wallenstein, Part i. Act ii. Sc. 4.
The Death of Wallenstein. Act i. Sc. 1,
Often do the spirits
The Death of Wallenstein. Act v. Sc. 1.
To a Lady. Offended by a Sportive Observation.
He guesseth but in part ;
My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.
A Day-Dream. Be that blind bard, who on the Chian strand, By those deep sounds possessed with inward light, Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssee, Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea. Fancy in Nubibus.
JAMES MONTGOMERY. 1771-1854.
THEN the good man yields his breath
The Wanderer of Switzerland. Part v.
θνήσκειν μή λέγε τους αγαθούς. - CALLIM. Ep. x.
Friend after friend departs,-.
Who hath not lost a friend ?
That finds not here an end.
Once, in the flight of ages past,
The Common Lot.
'Tis not the whole of life to live :
The Issues of Life and Death.
The Earth full of God's Goodness.
THOMAS CAMPBELL. 1777-1844.
PLEASURES OF HOPE.
’T IS distance lends enchantment to the view,
Part i. Line 7. O Heaven ! he cried, my bleeding country save.