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Nought cared this body for wind or weather
When youth and I lived in 't together. Youth and Age.
Flowers are lovely; love is flower-like;
Friendship is a sheltering tree;
Oh the joys that came down shower-like,
Of friendship, love, and liberty,
Ere I was old !

I have heard of reasons manifold

Why Love must needs be blind,
But this the best of all I hold,
His eyes are in his mind."

To a Lady, Offended by a Sportive Observation.
What outward form and feature are

He guesseth but in part;
But what within is good and fair
He seeth with the heart.

Be that blind bard who on the Chian strand,
By those deep sounds possessed with inward light,
Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssey
Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.?

Fancy in Nubibus. I counted two-and-seventy stenches, All well defined, and several stinks.

Cologne. The river Rhine, it is well known, Doth wash your city of Cologne; But tell me, nymphs! what power divine Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine ?

Ibid. 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 from Schiller.)

1 See Shakespeare, page 57.

2 And Iliad and Odyssey
Rose to the music of the sea.
Thalatta, p. 132. (From the German of Stolberg.)

In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column,
In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.

The Ovidian Elegiac Metre. (From Schiller.) I stood in unimaginable trance And agony that cannot be remembered.

Remorse. Act 1v. Sc. 3. The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty That had their haunts in dale or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths, — all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.

Wallenstein. Part i. Act ii. Sc. 4. (Translated from Schiller.) I've lived and loved.

Act ii. Sc. 6. Clothing the palpable and familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn.

The Death of Wallenstein. Act i. Sc. 1.

Often do the spirits
Of great events stride on before the events,
And in to-day already walks to-morrow.'

Act v. Sc. 1. Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.?

Biog. Lit. Chap. xv. A dwarf sees farther than the giant when he has the giant's shoulder to mount on.3 The Friend. Sec. i. Essay 8.

An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches in flat countries, with spire steeples, which, as they cannot be referred to any other object, point as with silent finger to the sky and star.

Ibid., No. 14.

1 Sed ita a principio inchoatum esse mundum ut certis rebus certa signa præcurrerent (Thus in the beginning the world was so made that certain signs come before certain events). — Cicero : Divinatione, liber i. cap. 52.

Coming events cast their shadows before. - CAMPBELL: Lochiel's Warning.

Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present. — SHELLEY: A Defence of Poetry.

2 " A phrase," says Coleridge, “which I have borrowed from a Greek monk, who applies it to a patriarch of Constantinople.” 3 See Burton, page 185.

4 See Wordsworth, page 481.

Reviewers are usually people who would have been poets, historians, biographers, if they could; they have tried their talents at one or the other, and have failed; therefore they turn critics."

Lectures on Shakespeare and Milton, p. 36. Delivered 1811-1812. Schiller has the material sublime.

Table Talk. I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry; that is, prose, words in their best order; poetry, — the best words in their best order.

Ibid. That passage is what I call the sublime dashed to pieces by cutting too close with the fiery four-in-hand round the corner of nonsense.

Ibid. Iago's soliloquy, the motive-hunting of a motiveless malignity-how awful it is!

Notes on some other Plays of Shakespeare.

JOSIAH QUINCY. 1772–1864. If this bill [for the admission of Orleans Territory as a State] passes, it is my deliberate opinion that it is virtually a dissolution of the Union; that it will free the States from their moral obligation; and, as it will be the right of all, so it will be the duty of some, definitely to prepare for a separation,- amicably if they can, violently if they must.

Abridged Cong. Debates, Jan. 14, 1811. Vol. iv. p. 327.

1 Reviewers, with some rare exceptions, are a most stupid and malignant race. As a bankrupt thief turns thief-taker in despair, so an unsuccessful author turns critic. — SHELLEY: Fragments of Adonais.

You know who critics are? The men who have failed in literature and art. Disraeli: Lothair, chap. xxxv.

2 The gentleman (Mr. Quincy) cannot have forgotten his own sentiment, uttered even on the floor of this House, “ Peaceably if we can, forcibly if we must.” – HENRY CLAY : Speech, Jan. 8, 1813.

ROBERT SOUTHEY. 1774–1843.

“ You are old, Father William," the young man cried,

6. The few locks which are left you are gray ; You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man, Now tell me the reason I pray.”

The Old Man's Comforts, and how he gained them. The march of intellect.1

Colloquies on the Progress and Prospects of Society. Vol. ii.

p. 360. The Doctor, Chap. Extraordinary. The laws are with us, and God on our side.

On the Rise and Progress of Popular Disaffection (1817).

Essay viii. Vol. ii. p. 107. Agreed to differ.

Life of Wesley.
My days among the dead are passed;

Around me I behold,
Where'er these casual eyes are cast,

The mighty minds of old;
My never-failing friends are they,
With whom I converse day by day.

Occasional Pieces. xviii.
How does the water
Come down at Lodore ?

The Cataract of Lodore.
So I told them in rhyme,
For of rhymes I had store.

Through moss and through brake. Ibid.


A sight to delight in.

ibid. And so never ending, but always descending.

Ibid. And this way the water comes down at Lodore. Ibid.

1 See Burke, page 408.

He passed a cottage with a double coach-house,
A cottage of gentility;

And he owned with a grin,

That his favourite sin
Is pride that apes humility.

The Devil's Walk.
Where Washington hath left

His awful memory
A light for after times !

Ode written during the War with America, 1814.
How beautiful is night!
A dewy freshness fills the silent air;
No mist obscures ; nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain,

Breaks the serene of heaven:
In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine
Rolls through the dark blue depths;

Beneath her steady ray

The desert circle spreads
Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky.

How beautiful is night! Thalabr. Book i. Stanza 1. “But what good came of it at last?"

Quoth little Peterkin. “Why, that I cannot tell,” said he; “But 't was a famous victory.” The Battle of Blenheim. Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue.?

Madoc in Wales. Part i. 5.
What will not woman, gentle woman dare,
When strong affection stirs her spirit up? Part ii. 2.

And last of all an Admiral came,
A terrible man with a terrible name,
A name which you all know by sight very well,
But which no one can speak, and no one can spell.

The March to Moscow. Stanza 8.

1 See Coleridge, page 501.

Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"
As some one somewhere sings about the sky.

BYRON: Don Juan, canto iv. stanza 110.

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