Like- but oh! how different. Poems of the Imagination. xxix. Type of the wise who soar, but never roam ; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home. Show us how divine a thing To a Skylark. xxx. A Woman may be made. But an old age serene and bright, To a Young Lady. xxxvi. There's something in a flying horse, Ibid. Peter Bell. Prologue. Stanza 1. The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me, her tears, her mirth, A primrose by a river's brin The soft blue sky did never melt The holy time is quiet as a Nun Miscellaneous Sonnets. Parti. xxx. S The world is too much with us; late and soon Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers. Miscellaneous Sonnets. Part i. xxxiii. Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, 'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep Ibid. Parti. xxxv. Part ii. xxxvi. The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an Angel's wing.* Ecclesiastical Sonnets. Part iii. Walton's Lives. Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books, Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, The Tables Turned. Ibid. A remnant of uneasy light. The Matron of Fedborough. 'Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows, Sky Prospect. From the Plains of France. One that would peep and botanize A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 5. He murmurs near the running brooks A music sweeter than their own. The harvest of a quiet eye, Ibid. Stanza 10. That broods and sleeps on his own heart. Ibid. Stanza 13. Maidens withering on the stalk. Personal Talk. Stanza 1. Dreams, books, are each a world; and books we know, Ibid. Stanza 3. The gentle Lady married to the Moor, And heavenly Una with her milk-white Lamb. Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Ibid. Stanza 4. To be a Prodigal's Favourite,-then, worse truth, The Small Celandine. From Poems referring to Old Age. Often have I sighed to measure By myself a lonely pleasure, Only read, perhaps, by me. To the Small Celandine. From Poems of the Fancy. The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration and the Poet's dream. Elegiac Stanzas suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle But hushed be every thought that springs Epitaphs and Elegiac Pieces. xiii. Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 5. But trailing clouds of glory, do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy! To me the meanest flower that blows can give Ibid. Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. Stanza 11. And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Ibid. This dull product of a scoffer's pen. Book ii. With battlements, that on their restless fronts Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged. Ibid. Book iii. Monastic brotherhood, upon rock aërial. Ibid. The intellectual power through words and things Ibid. Society became my glittering bride, Ibid. There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords Book iv. *Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on, |