The sweetest thing that ever grew A youth to whom was given. So much of earth, so much of heaven. Lucy Gray. Stanza 2, Until a man might travel twelve stout miles, Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance. Ruth. The Brothers. Michael. The Pet Lamb. 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! Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream. Ibid. Ibid. O Friend! I know not which way I must look. Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: London, 1802. We must be free or die who speak the tongue A noticeable man, with large gray eyes. Stanzas written in Thomson's Castle of Indolence. We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted. The poet's darling. Thou unassuming commonplace Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, Loose type of things through all degrees. Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven. And memory of Earth's bitter leaven To the Daisy. Ibid. To the same Flower. Ibid. Thoughts suggested on the Banks of the Nith. Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice; A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer's joy. Because the good old rule Sufficeth them, the simple plan, Address to Kilchurn Castle. That they should take who have the power, Rob Roy's Grave. Ibid. Who on that day the word of onset gave !1 Sonnet, in the Pass of Killicranky. O Cuckoo shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice? She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight, To be a moment's ornament; To the Cuckoo. She was a Phantom of Delight. A creature not too bright or good Ibid. 1 It was on this occasion [the failure in energy of Lord Mar at the battle of Sheriffmuir] that Gordon of Glenbucket made the celebrated exclamation, "Oh for an hour of Dundee!"- MAHON: History of England, vol. i. p. 184. Oh for one hour of blind old Dandolo, The octogenarian chief, Byzantium's conquering foe! BYRON: Childe Harold, canto iv. stanza 12. The reason firm, the temperate will, 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, Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!1. A light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove. The Small Celandine. Ode to Duty. Ibid. 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! Ibid. 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. To a Young Lady. Dear Child of Nature. A woman may be made. But an old age serene and bright, Shall lead thee to thy grave. Where the statue stood Of Newton, with his prism and silent face, Voyaging through strange seas of thought alone. 1 See Milton, page 239. Ibid. The Prelude. Book iii. One great society alone on earth: The noble living and the noble dead. Who, doomed to go in company with Pain And Fear and Bloodshed, miserable train! Book xi. Ibid. Ibid. Character of the Happy Warrior. Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Ibid. But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Is happy as a lover. Ibid. And through the heat of conflict keeps the law Ibid. Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Ibid. Yes, it was the Mountain Echo. The world is too much with us; late and soon, 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, 1 See Milton, page 235. |
