It is not to be thought of that the flood It is the first mild day of March Lance, shield, and sword relinquished-at his side Lie here, without a record of thy worth Life with yon lambs, like day, is just begun Loud is the vale! the voice is up Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour Most sweet is it with unuplifted eyes My heart leaps up when I behold Nay, traveller! rest. This lonely yew-tree stands Nor can I not believe but that hereby Not in the lucid intervals of life. Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room O dearer far than light and life are dear O friend! I know not which way I must look O thou! whose fancies from afar are brought Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy! On man, on nature, and on human life Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies Return, content! for fondly I pursued Rotha, my spiritual child! this head was grey Sacred religion, "mother of form and fear " Scorn not the sonnet; critic, you have frowned 227 219 212 See what gay wild flowers deck this earth-built cot. 229 139 Six thousand veterans practised in war's game Sole listener, Duddon ! to the breeze that played Stay near me-do not take thy flight Sweet Highland girl, a very Tax not the royal saint with vain expense The cock is crowing. The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink The gallant youth, who may have gained The knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor The minstrels played their Christmas tune The sun, that seemed so mildly to retire The world is too much with us; late and soon "There!" said a stripling, pointing with meet pride Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men! Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away! Vanguard of liberty, ye men of Kent Wansfell! this household has a favoured lot We walked along, while bright and red When, to the attractions of the busy world Where art thou, my beloved son Where lies the land to which yon ship must, go? PAGE 283 18 45 218 146 308 208 23 268 . 280 48 216 Where towers are crushed, and unforbidden weeds Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye! THE END: Printed by R. & R. CLARK, Edinburgh. |