(1802)
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Child of the clouds! remote from e… Of sordid industry thy lot is cast… Thine are the honours of the lofty… Not seldom, when with heat the val… Thy hand—maid Frost with spangled…
WELL may’st thou halt—and gaze w… The lovely Cottage in the guardia… Hath stirred thee deeply; with its… Its own small pasture, almost its… But covet not the Abode;—forbear…
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…
IT is a beauteous evening, calm a… The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the bro… Is sinking down in its tranquillit… The gentleness of heaven broods o’…
AH! where is Palafox? Nor tongue… Reports of him, his dwelling or hi… Does yet the unheard—of vessel rid… Or is she swallowed up, remote fro… Of pitying human nature? Once aga…
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…
ONCE to the verge of yon steep b… A roving school—boy; what the adve… Hath now escaped his memory—but th… One of a golden summer holiday, He well remembers, though the year…
I thought of Thee, my partner and… As being past away.—Vain sympathi… For, backward, Duddon! as I cast… I see what was, and is, and will a… Still glides the Stream, and shal…
FAREWELL, thou little Nook of… Thou rocky corner in the lowest st… Of that magnificent temple which d… One side of our whole vale with gr… Sweet garden—orchard, eminently fa…
With ships the sea was sprinkled f… Like stars in heaven, and joyously… Some lying fast at anchor in the r… Some veering up and down, one knew… A goodly vessel did I then espy
The power of Armies is a visible… Formal and circumscribed in time a… But who the limits of that power s… Which a brave People into light c… Or hide, at will,—for freedom comb…
Oh, for a kindling touch from that… Which ministered, erewhile, to a s… Of gratitude, beneath Italian ski… In words like these: ‘Up, Voice o… ’Thy saintly rapture with celestia…
WE can endure that He should wast… Despoil our temples, and by sword… Return us to the dust from which w… Such food a Tyrant’s appetite dem… And we can brook the thought that…
WITH ships the sea was sprinkled… Like stars in heaven, and joyously… Some lying fast at anchor in the r… Some veering up and down, one knew… A goodly vessel did I then espy
OF mortal parents is the Hero bor… By whom the undaunted Tyrolese ar… Or is it Tell’s great Spirit, fro… Returned to animate an age forlorn… He comes like Phoebus through the…