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And the Spring comes slowly up this way.
Alas! they had been friends in youth;
Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place,
(Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism,
Cries out,' Where is it?'
Fears in Solitude.
And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin
The Devil's Thoughts.
All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.
Strongly it bears us along in swelling and limitless
Nothing before and nothing behind but the sky and
The Homeric Hexameter. Translated from Schiller.
In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column; In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.
The Ovidian Elegiac Metre
Blest hour! it was a luxury-to be!
Reflections on having left a Place of Retirement.
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
To know, to esteem, to love-and then to part,
Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to Heaven conveyed,
Epitaph on an Infant.
* Imitated from SCHILLER.
Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud,
And thence flows all that charms, or ear or sight,
All melodies the echoes of that voice,
All colours a suffusion from that light.
Dejection. An Ode. Stanza 5.
Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends !
Joy rises in me, like a summer's morn.
A Christmas Carol. viii.
The river Rhine, it is well known,
The intelligible forms of ancient poets,
The power, the beauty, and the majesty,
That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain,
Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring,
Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished,
They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Wallenstein. Parti. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Clothing the palpable and familiar
With golden exhalations of the dawn.
The Death of Wallenstein. Acti. Sc. 1.
Often do the spirits
Of great events stride on before the events,
And in to-day already walks to-morrow.
The Death of Wallenstein. Act v. Sc. 1.
I have heard of reasons manifold
Why love must needs be blind,
But this the best of all I hold—
His eyes are in his mind.
To a Lady. Offended by a Sportive Observation.
What outward form and feature are
He guesseth but in part;
But what within is good and fair
He seeth with the heart,
My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.
Be that blind bard, who on the Chian strand,
By those deep sounds possessed with inward light,
Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea. Fancy in Nubibus.
JAMES MONTGOMERY. 1771-1854.
WHEN the good man yields his breath
(For the good man never dies).*
The Wanderer of Switzerland. Part▾.
Θνήσκειν μὴ λέγε τοὺς ἀγαθούς. — CALLIM. Εp. x.
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
Here in the body pent;
The Earth full of God's Goodness.
Absent from Him I roam.
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
At home in Heaven.
THOMAS CAMPBELL. 1777-1844.
PLEASURES OF HOPE.
IS distance lends enchantment to the view,
Parti. Line 7.
O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save.
Ibid. Line 359.