Then ask not wherefore, here, alone, Conversing as I may, I sit upon this old gray stone And dream my time away. VI. TO LADY FLEMING. LIVES there a man whose sole delights A soul so pitiably forlorn If such do on this earth abide, May turn indifference to pride; VII. SONG FOR THE SPINNING WHEEL. SWIFTLY turn the murmuring wheel! Help, as if from faery power; Dewy night o'ershades the ground: Turn the swift wheel round and round! Now, beneath the starry sky, Couch the widely-scattered sheep;— Ply the pleasant labour, ply! For the spindle, while they sleep, 1798. 1823. Short-lived likings may be bred 1812. VIII. A NIGHT-PIECE. THE sky is overcast With a continuous cloud of texture close, Bent earthwards; he looks up,-the clouds are split The clear moon, and the glory of the heavens. Built round by those white clouds, enormous clouds, At length the vision closes; and the mind, IX. THE MOON. YES, lovely moon! if thou so mildly bright 1798. That there's a sensitive, a tender, part Which thou canst touch in every human heart, X. THE ECHO. (From "Lines to Johanna.") Johanna laughed aloud. 1835. The rock like something starting from a sleep, 1800. STRAY LINES FROM DIFFERENT POEMS. The sympathies of them Who look upon the hills with tenderness, And make dear friendships with the streams and groves. Thou in the dear love of some one Friend -To Johanna. Hast been so happy that thou know'st what thoughts Will sometimes in the happiness of Love Make the heart sink. -Inscription for the Hermitage. Happy is he, who, caring not for Pope, -Calais, 1802. Oh! there is life that breathes not; Powers there are That touch each other to the quick in modes Which the gross world no sense hath to perceive, No soul to dream of. -Kilchurn Castle. The immortal mind craves objects that endure: -Those Words Were Uttered. Though nature's dread protection fails —And Is It Among Rude Untutored Dales. We know the arduous strife, the eternal laws Even to the death :-else wherefore should the eye -O'er the Wide Earth. The fairest, brightest hues of ether fade; -The Fairest Hues. I have risen, uplifted, on the breeze -The Fairest Hues. Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour! -Hail, Twilight. Weak spirits are there-who would ask Fix thine eyes upon the sea -Ode, 1816. That absorbs time, space, and number, Look thou to Eternity! -The Longest Day. Duty, like a strict preceptor, Sometimes frowns, or seems to frown; Choose her thistle for thy sceptre, While youth's roses are thy crown. -The Longest Day. Thus when thou with Time hast travelled And in the mazy stream unravelled The dew, the storm, Did alike proceed -The Longest Day. From the same gracious will, were both an offspring Of bounty infinite. -Musings Near Aquapendente. The cuckoo, wandering in solitude, and evermore Foretelling and proclaiming,... Voice of the desert, fare-thee-well, sweet bird. The breezes their own languor lent; The stars had feelings, which they sent -Ruth. God who made the great book of the world. -The Brothers. I almost received her heart into my own. -The Pet Lamb. Say, what is Honour?-'Tis the finest sense -Say, What is Honour? And the realised vision is clasped to my heart. -At Vallambrosa. |