Sad fancies do we then affect, To our own prodigal excess That kill the bloom before its time, Ode to Lycoris. Lament of Mary Queen of Scots. The sightless Milton, with his hair The Italian Itinerant. Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows Sky-Prospect from the Plain of France. Desultory Stanza. Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh Ecclesiastical Sonnets. Part i. xxv. Missions and Travels. As thou these ashes, little brook, wilt bear Into the Avon, Avon to the tide Of Severn, Severn to the narrow seas, Into main ocean they, this deed accursed An emblem yields to friends and enemies By truth, shall spread, throughout the world dispersed.1 1 In obedience to the order of the Council of Constance (1415), the remains of Wickliffe were exhumed and burned to ashes, and these cast into the Swift, a neighbouring brook running hard by; and “thus this brook hath conveyed his ashes into Avon, Avon into Severn, Severn into the narrow seas, they into the main ocean. And thus the ashes of Wickliffe are the emblem of The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Ecclesiastical Sonnets. Part iii. v. Walton's Book of Lives. Ibid. Meek Walton's heavenly memory. But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Part iii. vii. Persecution of the Scottish Covenanters. Where music dwells Lingering and wandering on as loth to die, Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof Part iii. xliii. Inside of King's Chapel, Cambridge. Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast To the Lady Fleming. But hushed be every thought that springs Elegiac Stanzas. Addressed to Sir G. H. B. his doctrine, which now is dispersed all the world over."- FULLER: Church History, sect. ii. book iv, paragraph 53. What Heraclitus would not laugh, or what Democritus would not weep? For though they digged up his body, burned his bones, and drowned his ashes, yet the word of God and truth of his doctrine, with the fruit and success thereof, they could not burn. -Fox: Book of Martyrs, vol. i. p. 606 (edition, 1641). "Some prophet of that day said, "The Avon to the Severn runs, The Severn to the sea; And Wickliffe's dust shall spread abroad Wide as the waters be.'" DANIEL WEBSTER: Address before the Sons of New Hampshire, 1849. These lines are similarly quoted by the Rev. John Cumming in the "Voices of the Dead." 1 The pen wherewith thou dost so heavenly sing Made of a quill from an angel's wing. HENRY CONSTABLE: Sonnet. Whose noble praise Deserves a quill pluckt from an angel's wing. DOROTHY BERRY: Sonnet. To the solid ground Of Nature trusts the mind that builds for aye. Soft is the music that would charm forever; Not Love, not War. True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats, To Let other Burds of Angels sing. Type of the wise who soar but never roam, A Briton even in love should be To a Skylark. Ere with Cold Beads of Midnight Dew. Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, And when a damp Scorn not the Sonnet. Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand But he is risen, a later star of dawn. Ibid. A Morning Exercise. Alas! how little can a moment show Of an eye where feeling plays A face o'er which a thousand shadows go! Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound. The Triad. On the Power of Sound. xii. The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, Nature's old felicities. Presentiments. The Trosachs. Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Poems composed during a Tour in the Summer of 1833. xxxvii. Small service is true service while it lasts. Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one: Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun. To a Child. Written in her Album. Since every mortal power of Coleridge Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg. How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land! Ibid. Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Memorials of a Tour in Italy. iv. How does the meadow-flower its bloom unfold? Down to its root, and in that freedom bold. If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Canto ii. Stanza 1. O fading honours of the dead! O high ambition, lowly laid! I was not always a man of woe. I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as 't was said to me. In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, Her blue eyes sought the west afar, Ne'er Was flattery lost on poet's ear; Stanza 10. Stanza 12. Stanza 22. Canto iii. Stanza 1. Stanza 24. Canto iv. Stanza 1. Stanza 25. |