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But little we thought of the store we'd won,
I, love, or thou; For our hearts were full, and we dared not own
The love that's spoken now.
Oh, there's wars for willing hearts in Spain,
And high Germanie!
With knightly fame and fee:
Faithful to thee,
MY HEART LEAPS UP
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
Or let me die!
And I could wish my days to be
I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils,
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
Along the margin of a bay:
The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:
In such a jocund company!
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
Which is the bliss of solitude;
A BEANFIELD in blossom smells as sweet
Black-eyed and white, and feathered to one's feet, How sweet they smell in morning's dewy hours. When seething night is left upon the flowers, , Another morn's sun shines brightly o'er the field, The bean bloom glitters in the gems of showers, And sweet the fragrance which the union yields To battered footpaths crossing o'er the fields.
For Mercy, Courage, Kindness, Mirth,
Overbrim and overflow,
THE MAN OF LIFE UPRIGHT
The man of life upright,
Whose cheerful mind is free
And yoke of vanity;
The man whose silent days
In harmless joys are spent,
And, whether they pipe us free from rats or from mice, If we've promised them aught, let us keep our promise!
Yet if His Majesty, our sovereign lord,
"Set me fine Spanish tables in the hall;
"Look to the presence: are the carpets spread,
Thus, if a king were coming, would we do;
For 't is a duteous thing
But at the coming of the King of Heaven
NOW THAT THE WINTER'S GONE
Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost
Sing his praises that doth keep
Our flocks from harm,