The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust; His soul is with the saints, I trust. The Knight's Tomb. To know, to esteem, to love,— and then to part, Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart! On Taking leave of In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Through caverns measureless to man A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw : It was an Abyssinian maid, 1817. Kubla Khan. Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade, Epitaph on an Infant. The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence. Dejection. St. 1. Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud. We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, Dejection. St. 5. 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. Reproof. Joy rises in me, like a summer's morn. A Christmas Carol. viii. I counted two-and-seventy stenches, All well defined, and several stinks. Cologne. The river Rhine, it is well known, Doth wash your city of Cologne ; But tell me, nymphs! what power divine Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like ; Ere I was old! Ibid Youth and Age. The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason. Wallenstein. Part i. Act ii. Sc. 4. Clothing the palpable and familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn. The Death of Wallenstein. Act i. Sc. I. Often do the spirits Of great events stride on before the events, Ibid. Act. v. Sc. I. I have heard of reasons manifold Why Love must needs be blind, 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. Ibid. My eyes make pictures, when they are shut. Be that blind bard, who on the Chian strand, light, Coleridge continued.] Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssey, Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea. Fancy in Nubibus. Our myriad-minded Shakespeare. Biog. Lit. Ch. xv. A dwarf sees farther than the giant when he has the giant's shoulder to mount on.1 The Friend. Sec. i. Essay 8. JAMES MONTGOMERY. 1771-1854. When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies).2 The Wanderer of Switzerland. Part v. Friend after friend departs, Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts, Once, in the flight of ages past, There lived a man. Friends. The Common Lot. 'Tis not the whole of life to live: Nor all of death to die. The Issues of Life and Death. 1 A dwarf on a giant's shoulders sees further of the two. Herbert, Jacula Prudentum. Grant them but dwarfs, yet stand they on giants' shoulders, and may see the further. — Fuller, The Holy State, Ch. vi. 8. 2 Θνήσκειν μὴ λέγε τοὺς ἀγαθούς. — Callim, Ερ. Χ. 438 Montgomery. Spencer. [Montgomery continued. If God hath made this world so fair, Will paradise be found! The Earth full of God's Goodness. Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. At Home in Heaven. Gashed with honourable scars, Low in Glory's lap they lie; The Battle of Alexandria. Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. Original Hymns. What is Prayer? WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER. Too late I stayed, forgive the crime, - How noiseless falls the foot of time,1 That only treads on flowers. 1 Noiseless foot of time. that Ends Well, Act v. Sc. 3. Lines to Lady A. Hamilton. Shakespeare, All's Well |
