The God of Love "ah, benedicite!" How mighty and how great a Lord is he! For he of low hearts can make high, of high He can make low, and unto death bring nigh;...
Wouldst thou be taught, when sleep has taken flight, By a sure voice that can most sweetly tell, How far off yet a glimpse of morning light, And if to lure the truant back be well,...
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees,...
Between two sister moorland rills There is a spot that seems to lie Sacred to flowerets of the hills, And sacred to the sky. And in this smooth and open dell...
Not to the clouds, not to the cliff, he flew; But when a storm, on sea or mountain bred, Came and delivered him, alone he sped Into the castle-dungeon's darkest mew. Now, near his master's house in open view...
Shade of Caractacus, if spirits love The cause they fought for in their earthly home To see the Eagle ruffled by the Dove May soothe thy memory of the chains of Rome. ...
Well sang the Bard who called the grave, in strains Thoughtful and sad, the "narrow house." No style Of fond sepulchral flattery can beguile Grief of her sting; nor cheat, where he detains...
While Merlin paced the Cornish sands, Forth-looking toward the rocks of Scilly, The pleased Enchanter was aware Of a bright Ship that seemed to hang in air, Yet was she work of mortal hands,...
Once in a lonely hamlet I sojourned In which a Lady driven from France did dwell; The big and lesser griefs with which she mourned, In friendship she to me would often tell....
The pensive Sceptic of the lonely vale To those acknowledgments subscribed his own, With a sedate compliance, which the Priest Failed not to notice, inly pleased, and said: "If ye, by whom invited I began...
"Farewell, deep Valley, with thy one rude House, And its small lot of life-supporting fields, And guardian rocks! Farewell, attractive seat! To the still influx of the morning light...
'Twas summer, and the sun had mounted high: Southward the landscape indistinctly glared Through a pale steam; but all the northern downs, In clearest air ascending, showed far off...
Here closed the Tenant of that lonely vale His mournful narrative commenced in pain, In pain commenced, and ended without peace: Yet tempered, not unfrequently, with strains...
"To every Form of being is assigned," Thus calmly spake the venerable Sage, "An 'active' Principle: howe'er removed From sense and observation, it subsists In all things, in all natures; in the stars...
In days of yore how fortunately fared The Minstrel! wandering on from hall to hall, Baronial court or royal; cheered with gifts Munificent, and love, and ladies' praise;...
While thus from theme to theme the Historian passed, The words he uttered, and the scene that lay Before our eyes, awakened in my mind Vivid remembrance of those long-past hours;...
Hail to the crown by Freedom shaped to gird An English Sovereign's brow! and to the throne Whereon he sits! Whose deep foundations lie In veneration and the people's love;...
A humming bee a little tinkling rill A pair of falcons wheeling on the wing, In clamorous agitation, round the crest Of a tall rock, their airy citadel By each and all of these the pensive ear...
Something must now be said of this poem, but chiefly, as has been done through the whole of these notes, with reference to my personal friends, and especially to her who has perseveringly taken them down from my dictation. Towa...
The fairest, brightest, hues of ether fade; The sweetest notes must terminate and die; O Friend! thy flute has breathed a harmony Softly resounded through this rocky glade;...