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The charities, that soothe, and healj and bless,
HON. WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER.
Unheeded flew the hours.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE.
And listens like a three years' child.
As idle as a painted ship
Water, water, everywhere,
He prayeth best, who loveth best
A sadder and a wiser man,
Christabel. Part ii. Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain.
Fears in Solitude.
The Devil's Thoughts.
Translated from Schiller
THE HOMERIC HEXAMETER.
Strongly it bears us along in swelling and limitless
billows, Nothing before and nothing behind but the sky and
THE OVIDIAN ELEGIAC METRE.
In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column; In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.
Reflections on having left a Place of Retirement. Blest hour! it was a luxury — to be!
Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni. Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star In his steep course?
Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines.
Motionless torrents! silent cataracts!
The Three Graves.
The Visit of the Gods.
The Knight's Tomb.
On Taking Leave of . 1817.
To know, to esteem, to love — and then to part, Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart!
Epitaph on an Infant.
Death came with friendly care;
And bade it blossom there.
Dejection. An Ode.
We in ourselves rejoice!
All melodies the echoes of that voice,
Reproof. Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man? Three treasures, love and light, And calm thoughts, regular as infants' breath; And three firm friends, more sure than day and night, Himself, his maker, and the angel death.
A Christmas Carol.