1799
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YES! hope may with my strong desi… And I be undeluded, unbetrayed; For if of our affections none find… In sight of Heaven, then, wherefo… The world which we inhabit? Bette…
INTREPID sons of Albion! not b… Is life despised; ah no, the spaci… Ne’er saw a race who held, by righ… So many objects to which love is d… Ye slight not life—to God and Nat…
The gallant Youth, who may have g… Or seeks, a “winsome Marrow,” Was but an Infant in the lap When first I looked on Yarrow; Once more, by Newark’s Castle—gat…
High in the breathless Hall the M… And Emont’s murmur mingled with t… The words of ancient time I thus… A festal strain that hath been sil… “From town to town, from tower to…
IMAGINATION—ne’er before cont… But aye ascending, restless in her… From all that martial feats could… To her desires, or to her hopes pr… Stooped to the Victory, on that B…
WHEN Contemplation, like the nig… Through earth and sky, spreads wid… Into the soul its tranquillising p… Even then I sometimes grieve for… Earth’s paramount Creature! not s…
Bright Flower! whose home is ever… Bold in maternal Nature’s care, And all the long year through the… Of joy or sorrow; Methinks that there abides in thee
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…
Nuns fret not at their convent’s n… And hermits are contented with the… And students with their pensive ci… Maids at the wheel, the weaver at… Sit blithe and happy; bees that so…
“Why, William, on that old grey s… Thus for the length of half a day, Why, William, sit you thus alone, And dream your time away? ”Where are your books?—that light…
From low to high doth dissolution… And sink from high to low, along a… Of awful notes, whose concord shal… A musical but melancholy chime, Which they can hear who meddle not…
We talked with open heart, and ton… Affectionate and true, A pair of friends, though I was y… And Matthew seventy—two. We lay beneath a spreading oak,
BRAVE Schill! by death delivere… From Prussia’s timid region. Go,… With heroes, 'mid the islands of t… Or in the fields of empyrean light… A meteor wert thou crossing a dark…
Five years have past; five summers… Of five long winters! and again I… These waters, rolling from their m… With a soft inland murmur.—Once a… Do I behold these steep and lofty…
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…