Blessings be with them, and eternal praise,
Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares,
The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs
Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays!

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!
Turns his necessity to glorious gain.

Character of the Happy Warrior.
Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves
Of their bad influence, and their good receives.

But who, if he be called upon to face

Ibid.

Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined
Great issues, good or bad for humankind,

Is happy as a Lover.

Ibid.

And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law
In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.

Ibid.

Whom neither shape of danger can dismay,
Nor thought of tender happiness betray.

"What is good for a bootless bene?"
With these dark words begins my tale;

And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring
When Prayer is of no avail?

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
No self-reproach.

The Old Cumberland Beggar.

As in the eye of Nature he has lived,
So in the eye of Nature let him die!

- then, worse truth,

To be a Prodigal's Favourite,
A Miser's Pensioner, -behold our lot!

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.
Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 2.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,

And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter darkness,

But trailing clouds of glory, do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!

At length the Man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day.

The thought of our past years in me doth breed
Perpetual benediction.

Stanza 5.

Ibid.

Stanza 9.

Those obstinate questionings

Of sense and outward things,

Fallings from us, vanishings;
Blank misgivings of a Creature

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
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
The vision and the faculty divine;
Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse.

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
Bore stars.

Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop
Than when we soar.

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,
Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way!1

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
Heights which the soul is competent to gain.
The Excursion. Book iv.

There is a luxury in self-dispraise;
And inward self-disparagement affords
To meditative spleen a grateful feast.

Pan himself,

The simple shepherd's awe-inspiring god!
I have seen

A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract
Of inland ground, applying to his ear
The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell;
To which, in silence hushed, his very soul
Listened intensely; and his countenance soon

Brightened with joy; for from within were heard
Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed

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,
Could field or grove, could any spot of earth,
Show to his eye an image of the pangs

Which it hath witnessed, render back an echo
Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod!

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.