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I GRIEVED for Buonaparte, with… And an unthinking grief! The tend… Of that Man’s mind—what can it be… Fed his first hopes? what knowledg… 'Tis not in battles that from yout…
I THOUGHT of Thee, my partner… As being pass’d away.—Vain sympat… For, backward, Duddon! as I cast… I see what was, and is, and will a… Still glides the Stream, and shal…
CHILD of loud—throated War! the… Roars in thy hearing; but thy hour… Is come, and thou art silent in th… Save when the wind sweeps by and s… Ambiguous, neither wholly thine no…
VANGUARD of Liberty, ye men o… Ye children of a Soil that doth a… Her haughty brow against the coast… Now is the time to prove your hard… To France be words of invitation…
Three years she grew in sun and sh… Then Nature said, ‘A lovelier flo… On earth was never sown: This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will mak…
STRANGE fits of passion have I… And I will dare to tell, But in the lover’s ear alone, What once to me befell. When she I loved look’d every day
I come, ye little noisy Crew, Not long your pastime to prevent; I heard the blessing which to you Our common Friend and Father sent… I kissed his cheek before he died;
HIS simple truths did Andrew gle… Beside the babbling rills; A careful student he had been Among the woods and hills. One winter’s night, when through t…
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…
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you… Mindless of its just honours; with… Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the… Of this small lute gave ease to P… A thousand times this pipe did Ta…
FROM that time forth, Authority… Put on a milder face; Terror had… Yet everything was wanting that mi… Courage to them who looked for goo… Of rational Experience, for the s…
'MISERRIMUS’, and neither nam… Prayer, text, or symbol, graven up… Nought but that word assigned to t… That solitary word—to separate From all, and cast a cloud around…
Beneath these fruit—tree boughs th… Their snow—white blossoms on my he… With brightest sunshine round me s… Of spring’s unclouded weather, In this sequestered nook how sweet
IN this still place, remote from… Sleeps Ossian, in the NARROW… In this still place, where murmurs… But one meek streamlet, only one: He sang of battles, and the breath
The sun is couched, the sea—fowl g… And the wild storm hath somewhere… Air slumbers—wave with wave no lon… Only a heaving of the deep survive… A tell—tale motion! soon will it b…