Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now. To a Butterfly. I've watched you now a full half-hour. Often have I sighed to measure As high as we have mounted in delight, To the Small Celandine. Resolution and Independence. Stanza 4. But how can he expect that others should Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all? I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, We Poets in our youth begin in gladness, Stanza 6 But thereof come in the end despondency and madness. That heareth not the loud winds when they call, Stanza ? And mighty poets in their misery dead. Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Stanza 11 Stanza 14. Stanza 17. Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! Earth has not anything to show more fair. The holy time is quiet as a nun It is a beauteous Evening. Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade 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 To Toussaint L'Ouverture. A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 5. He murmurs near the running brooks Stanza 10. And you must love him, ere to you The harvest of a quiet eye, Stanza 11. That broods and sleeps on his own heart. Yet sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears A happy youth, and their old age Stanza 13. Matthew. The Fountain. Ibid. And often, glad no more, We have been glad of yore. 1 See Gray, page 382. Ibid 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 The Oak and the Broom. Who is not wise at all. "A jolly place," said he, "in times of old! Hart-leap Well. Part it. 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 Loose type of things through all degrees. And memory of Earth's bitter leaven To the Daisy. Ibid. To the same Flower. Ibid. Thoughts suggested on the Banks of the Nith. The best of what we do and are, Just God, forgive.! For old, unhappy, far-off things, Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain The music in my heart I bore Ibid. The Solitary Reaper. Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice; A famous man is Robin Hood, Because the good old rule Sufficeth them, the simple plan, Ibid. Ibid. Address to Kilchurn Castle. That they should take who have the power, Rob Roy's Grave. Ibid. The Eagle, he was lord above, And Rob was lord below. Rob Roy's Grave Sonnet composed at· Castle. A brotherhood of venerable trees. Let beeves and home-bred kine partake Every gift of noble origin Yarrow Unvisited. Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath. A remnant of uneasy light. These Times strike Monied Worldlings. Oh for a single hour of that Dundee The Matron of Jedborough, 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. |