Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey. Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel The Old Cumberland Beggar. As in the eye of Nature he has lived, Ibid. Peter Bell. Prologue. Stanza 1. The common growth of Mother Earth Full twenty times was Peter feared, A primrose by a river's brim. The soft blue sky did never melt Stanza 27. Part i. Stanza 3. Stanza 12. Stanza 15. A thing as steadfast as the scene On which they gazed themselves away. Stanza 16. As if the man had fixed his face, In many a solitary place, Against the wind and open sky! Stanza 26.1 The original edition (London, 1819, 8vo) had the foliowing as the fourth stanza from the end of Part i., which was omitted in all subse quent editions: Is it a party in a parlour? Crammed just as they on earth were crammed, – Some sipping punch, some sipping tea, But, as you by their faces see, All silent and all damned. One of those heavenly days that cannot die. She dwelt among the untrodden ways A maid whom there were none to praise A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye; Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. Nutting. She dwelt among the untrodden ways. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh The difference to me! The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. Ibid. Ibid. Three years she grew in Sun and Shower. May no rude hand deface it, She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; The child is father of the man.1 Ellen Irwin. The Sparrow's Nest. My heart leaps up when I behold. The cattle are grazing, 1 See Milton, page 241. The Cock is crowing. 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 To the Small Celandine. As high as we have mounted in delight, 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. Stanza 7. That heareth not the loud winds when they call, Stanza 11. Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men. Stanza 14. And mighty poets in their misery dead. 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 air, earth, and skies! Powers that will work for thee, One that would peep and botanize To Toussaint L'Ouverture. A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 5. He murmurs near the running brooks And you must love him, ere to you Stanza 10. Stanza 11. The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart. Stanza 13. Yet sometimes, when the secret cup My eyes are dim with childish tears, For the same sound is in my ears A happy youth, and their old age And often, glad no more, Matthew. The Fountain. Ibid. We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore. Ibid. 1 See Gray, page 382. The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door. 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. |