A noticeable Man with large gray eyes. Stanzas written in Thomson. She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise A violet by a mossy stone She dwelt among the untrodden ways. Ere with cold beads of midnight dew. True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved. Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive. That kill the bloom before its time; And blanch, without the owner's crime, Το Yes! thou art fair. The most resplendent hair. Lament of Mary Queen of Scots. The bane of all that dread the Devil. The Idiot Boy. Michael. Something between a hindrance and a help. Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance. A narrow girdle of rough stones. But He is risen, a later star of dawn. A Morning Exercise. Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark. And he is oft the wisest man, Who is not wise at all. Ibid. The Oak and the Broom. We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, The poet's darling. Thou unassuming Commonplace Oft on the dappled turf at ease To the Daisy. Ibid. To the same Flower. Loose types of things through all degrees. Often have I sighed to measure O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering voice? Ibid. To the Small Celandine. To the Cuckoo. One of those heavenly days that cannot die. She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament. Nutting. She was a Phantom of delight. But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn. Ibid. A Creature not too bright or good For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. Ibid. The reason firm, the temperate will, She was a Phantom of delight. The stars of midnight shall be dear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, Shall pass into her face. Three years she grew. That inward eye I wandered lonely. Which is the bliss of solitude. The cattle are grazing, A Youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven. As high as we have mounted in delight Written in March. Ruth. 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. Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men. "A jolly place," said he, "in times of old! Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream. Never to blend our pleasure, or our pride, Sensations sweet, Stanza 17. Part ii. Ibid. Ibid. Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart. Tintern Abbey. That best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love. That blessed mood, In which the burden of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened. Ibid. Ibid. The fretful stir Ibid. Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Ibid. But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity. A sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Tintern Abbey. All thinking things, all objects of all thought, Ibid. Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her. Ibid. Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all Ibid. The silence that is in the starry sky. Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle. Yes, it was the mountain Echo. Like, but oh! how different! Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; The Gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul. Mightier far To a Skylark. Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway Of magic potent over sun and star, Is love, though oft to agony distrest, Laodamia. And though his favorite seat be feeble woman's breast. Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Ibid. Brought from a pensive, through a happy place. Ibid. |