The primal duties shine aloft, like stars; The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless, Are scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers.
For by superior energies; more strict affiance in each other; faith more firm in their unhallowed principles, the bad have fairly earned a victory over the weak, the vacillating, inconsistent good.
By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!
The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky!
My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.
Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.
Wisdom married to immortal verse.
Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.
At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!
As in the eye of Nature he has lived, So in the eye of Nature let him die!
Plain living and high thinking are no more. The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws.
She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh The difference to me!
There is One great society alone on earth: The noble living and the noble dead.
Sweet childish days, that were as long, As twenty days are now.
But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?
Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy.