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Part ii. xxxvi.
The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an Angel's wing.
Meek Walton's heavenly memory.
The Tables Turned.
One impulse from a vernal wood
The Matron of Jedborough.
Sky Prospect. From the Plains of France. Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows, That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of Earth.
A Poets Epitaph.
The Small Celandine.
[From Poems referring to the Period of Old Age.] To be a Prodigal's Favorite, — then, worse truth, A Miser's Pensioner, -- behold our lot!
To the Small Celandine.
[From Poems of the Fancy.]
Elegiac Stanzas suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle
in a Storm. St. 4.
Epitaphs and Elegiac Pieces.
Intimations of Immortality.
But trailing clouds of glory, do we come
From God, who is our home:
Book i. The vision and the faculty divine.
The imperfect offices of prayer and praise.
The good die first,
With battlements, that on their restless fronts
Monastic brotherhood, upon rock
The intellectual power, through words and things
Society became my glittering bride,
* Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on, Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.
The Borderers, Act iv.
There is a luxury in self-dispraise ;
I have seen
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.
One in whom persuasion and belief Had ripened into faith, and faith become A passionate intuition.
Wisdom married to immortal verse.
The primal duties shine aloft, like stars ;