The whip’s loud notice from the door,That they were free to move once more.You think, those doings must have bredIn them disheartening doubts and dread;No, not a horse of all the eight,Although it be a moonless night,Fears either for himself or freight;For this they know (and let it hide,In part, the offences of their guide)That…
One field, a flock, and what the neighboring floodSupplied, to him were more than mines of gold.Light was my sleep; my days in transport roll’d:With thoughtless joy I stretch’d along the shoreMy father’s nets, or watched, when from the foldHigh o’er the cliffs I led my fleecy store,A dizzy depth below! his boat and twinkling…
Derived from clouds and storms!) the amplest rangeOf unobstructed prospect may be seenThat British ground commands:–low dusky tracts,Where Trent is nursed, far southward! Cambrian hillsTo the south-west, a multitudinous show;And, in a line of eye-sight linked with these,The hoary peaks of Scotland that give birthTo Tiviot’s stream, to Annan, Tweed, and Clyde:–Crowding the quarter whence…
A habitation in this peaceful Vale,Sharp season followed of continual stormIn deepest winter; and, from week to week,Pathway, and lane, and public road, were cloggedWith frequent showers of snow. Upon a hillAt a short distance from my cottage, standsA stately Fir-grove, whither I was wontTo hasten, for I found, beneath the roofOf that perennial shade,…
Dim were my swimming eyes–my pulse beat slow,And my full heart was swell’d to dear delicious pain.Life left my loaded heart, and closing eye;A sigh recall’d the wanderer to my breast;Dear was the pause of life, and dear the sighThat call’d the wanderer home, and home to rest.That tear proclaims–in thee each virtue dwells,And bright…
All children of one mother:You could not say in one short dayWhat love they bore each other.A garland, of seven lilies, wrought!Seven sisters that together dwell;But he, bold Knight as ever fought,Their Father, took of them no thought,He loved the wars so well.Sing, mournfully, oh! mournfully,The solitude of Binnorie!Fresh blows the wind, a western wind,And…
Yet everything was wanting that might giveCourage to them who looked for good by lightOf rational Experience, for the shootsAnd hopeful blossoms of a second spring:Yet, in me, confidence was unimpaired;The Senate’s language, and the public actsAnd measures of the Government, though bothWeak, and of heartless omen, had not powerTo daunt me; in the People…
This is our maxim, this our piety;And God and Nature say that it is just.That which we ‘would’ perform in arms–we must!We read the dictate in the infant’s eye;In the wife’s smile; and in the placid sky;And, at our feet, amid the silent dustOf them that were before us.–Sing aloudOld songs, the precious music of…
I bade farewell; and, one among the youthWho, summoned by that season, reuniteAs scattered birds troop to the fowler’s lure,Went back to Granta’s cloisters, not so promptOr eager, though as gay and undepressedIn mind, as when I thence had taken flightA few short months before. I turned my faceWithout repining from the coves and heightsClothed…
The truth should now be better understood;Old things have been unsettled; we have seenFair seed-time, better harvest might have beenBut for thy trespasses; and, at this day,If for Greece, Egypt, India, Africa,Aught good were destined, thou would’st step between.England! all nations in this charge agree:But worse, more ignorant in love and hate,Far–far more abject, is…
