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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 Poet's Epitaph.
The Small Celandine.
To be a Prodigal's Favorite, — then, worse truth,
To the Small Celandine.
Often have I sighed to measure
Elegiac Stanzas suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm. St. 4.
The light that never was, on sea or land,
Epitaphs and Elegiac Pieces.
Intimations of Immortality.
St . 5.
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 Aerial.
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.
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.
One in whom persuasion and belief
Wisdom married to immortal verse.