Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Personal Talk. Stanza 4. Stern Daughter of the Voice of God! A light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove. Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give; Ode to Duty. Ibid. And in the light of truth thy Bondman let me live! Ibid. Who, doomed to go in company with Pain, And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train! Character of the Happy Warrior. But who, if he be called upon to face Ibid. Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Is happy as a Lover. Ibid. And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law Ibid. Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, "What is good for a bootless bene?" And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring Ibid. Force of Prayer. Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness. Or, shipwrecked, kindles on the coast Ode to Lycoris. False fires, that others may be lost. To the Lady Fleming. Small service is true service while it lasts: Of humblest Friends, bright Creature! scorn not one: The Daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the Sun. To a Child. Written in her Album. Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel The Old Cumberland Beggar. As in the eye of Nature he has lived, - then, worse truth, To be a Prodigal's Favourite, Ibid. The Small Celandine. The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the Poet's dream. Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle, in a Storm. Stanza 4. A Power is passing from the earth. Lines on the expected Dissolution of Mr. Fox. But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things. Addressed to Sir G. II. B. Since every mortal power of Coleridge Was frozen at its marvellous source; The rapt one, of the godlike forehead, The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth: And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from his lonely hearth. Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg. How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land! Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg. But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth. Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: And cometh from afar: But trailing clouds of glory, do we come At length the Man perceives it die away, The thought of our past years in me doth breed Stanza 5. Ibid. Stanza 9. Those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Moving about in worlds not realized, In years that bring the philosophic mind. Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 10. The Clouds that gather round the setting sun To me the meanest flower that blows can give Stanza 11. Ibid. The Excursion. Book i. The imperfect offices of prayer and praise. That mighty orb of song, Ibid. The divine Milton. The good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket. This dull product of a scoffer's pen. With battlements that on their restless fronts Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged. Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial. Ibid. Ibid. Book ii. Ibid. Book iii. Ibid. The intellectual power, through words and things, Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children. 1 Compare The Borderers. Page 402. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. And the most difficult of tasks to keep There is a luxury in self-dispraise; Pan himself, The simple shepherd's awe-inspiring god! A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Brightened with joy; for from within were heard Mysterious union with its native sea.1 One in whom persuasion and belief Had ripened into faith, and faith become A passionate intuition. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Spires whose "silent finger points to heaven." 2 Book vi. Ah! what a warning for a thoughtless man, Which it hath witnessed, render back an echo 1 See Landor's Gebir, Book i. Ibid. 2 An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches in flat countries with spire steeples, which, as they cannot be referred to any other object, point as with silent finger to the sky and stars.Coleridge, The Friend, No. 14. |