He spake of love, such love as Spirits feel Yet tears to human suffering are due; But Shapes that come not at an earthly call Shalt show us how divine a thing But an old age serene and bright, When his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Laodamia. Ibid. Ibid. Dion. To a Young Lady. Ibid. The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound. Presentiments. On the Power of Sound. xii. There's something in a flying horse, Peter Bell. Prologue. Stanza 1. The common growth of Mother Earth Full twenty times was Peter feared, The soft blue sky did never melt On a fair prospect some have looked, As if the man had fixed his face, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Stanza 27. Part i. Stanza 3. Stanza 12. Stanza 15. Stanza 16. Stanza 26.1 Miscellaneous Sonnets. Part i. xxx. 1 The original edition (London, 1819, 8vo) had the following as the fourth stanza from the end of Part i., which was omitted in all subsequent editions: Is it a party in a parlour? Crammed just as they on earth were crammed, — Some sipping punch, some sipping tea, But, as you by their faces see, All silent and all damned. The world is too much with us; late and soon, Miscellaneous Sonnets. Part i. xxxiii. Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ; To the solid ground Ibid. Of nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye. "T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower And, when a damp Part i. xxxv. Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand Part ii. i. Soft is the music that would charm for ever; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! Part ii. xxxvi. How does the Meadow-flower its bloom unfold? Down to its root, and, in that freedom, bold. Part iii. xxvii. Sweet Mercy! to the gates of Heaven With vain endeavour, And memory of Earth's bitter leaven, Effaced for ever. Thoughts suggested on the Banks of Nith. The best of what we do and are, Long after it was heard no more. Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice; A famous man is Robin Hood, Ibid. Address to Kilchurn Castle. Because the good old rule Sufficeth them, the simple plan, Rob Roy's Grave. That they should take who have the power, Ibid. Let beeves and home-bred kine partake Yarrow Unvisited. O for a single hour of that Dundee A remnant of uneasy light. Sonnet, in the Pass of Killicranky. But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation. Yarrow Visited. Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade Poems dedicated to National Independence. Parti. On the Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee; air, earth, and skies; To Toussaint L'Ouverture. Two voices are there; one is of the sea, Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland. 1 It was on this occasion (the failure in energy of Lord Mar at the battle of Sheriffmuir) that Gordon of Glenbucket made the celebrated exclamation, "O for an hour of Dundee!"-Mahon's History of England, Vol. i. p. 184. O for one hour of blind old Dandolo, The octogenarian chief, Byzantium's conquering foe! Byron, Childe Harold, Canto iv. Stanza 12. |