(1802)
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CALM is all nature as a resting… The kine are couched upon the dewy… The horse alone, seen dimly as I… Is cropping audibly his later meal… Dark is the ground; a slumber seem…
At the corner of Wood Street, whe… Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, i… Poor Susan has passed by the spot… In the silence of morning the song… 'Tis a note of enchantment; what a…
The minstrels played their Christ… To—night beneath my cottage—eaves; While, smitten by a lofty moon, The encircling laurels, thick with… Gave back a rich and dazzling shee…
“What, you are stepping westward?”… —'Twould be a 'wildish’ destiny, If we, who thus together roam In a strange Land, and far from h… Were in this place the guests of…
YE Storms, resound the praises of… And ye mild Seasons—in a sunny cl… Midway on some high hill, while fa… Looks on delighted—meet in festal… And loud and long of Winter’s tri…
GRATEFUL is Sleep, my life in… More grateful still: while wrong a… On me can Time no happier state b… Than to be left unconscious of the… Ah then, lest you awaken me, speak…
Most sweet it is with unuplifted e… To pace the ground, if path be the… While a fair region round the trav… Which he forbears again to look up… Pleased rather with some soft idea…
The power of Armies is a visible… Formal and circumscribed in time a… But who the limits of that power s… Which a brave People into light c… Or hide, at will,—for freedom comb…
SWEET Highland Girl, a very sho… Of beauty is thy earthly dower! Twice seven consenting years have… Their utmost bounty on thy head: And these grey rocks; that househo…
EVEN as a dragon’s eye that feel… Of a bedimming sleep, or as a lamp Suddenly glaring through sepulchra… So burns yon Taper 'mid a black r… Of mountains, silent, dreary, moti…
OFT have I caught, upon a fitful… Fragments of far—off melodies, With ear not coveting the whole, A part so charmed the pensive soul… While a dark storm before my sight
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old,
The little hedgerow birds, That peck along the roads, regard… He travels on, and in his face, hi… His gait, is one expression: every… His look and bending figure, all b…
Five years have past; five summers… Of five long winters! and again I… These waters, rolling from their m… With a soft inland murmur.—Once a… Do I behold these steep and lofty…
To barren heath, bleak moor, and q… Or depth of labyrinthine glen; Or into trackless forest set With trees, whose lofty umbrage me… World—wearied Men withdrew of yor…