The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.
His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless.
Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.
Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure.
Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history?
Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
A brotherhood of venerable trees.
Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial.
Books are the best type of influence from the past.
Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children.
A power is passing from the earth.
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality.
Where the statue stood Of Newton, with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of thought alone.
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything.
Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope’s perpetual breath.
Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary’s Lake Float double, swan and shadow!
The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!