From the full river in the vale below, That suits not them. The murmur of the leaves This he is freed from, and from thousand notes Are occupied; and the soul, that would incline "And may it not be hoped, that, placed by age What more than that the severing should confer A clear sonorous voice, inaudible To the vast multitude; whose doom it is Or fret and labour on the plain below.' "Alas! what differs more than man from man! And whence that difference? Whence but from himself? For see the universal race endowed With the same upright form! The sun is fixed, Fixed, within reach of every human eye; Into all hearts. Throughout the world of sense, Without reserve or veil; and as a power Are each and all enabled to perceive That power, that influence, by impartial law. Reason, and, with that reason, smiles and tears; Conscience to guide and check; and death to be By all, a blissful immortality, To them whose holiness on earth shall make The primal duties shine aloft, like stars; Kind wishes, and good actions, and pure thoughts; For high, yet not for low; for proudly graced, He, whose soul "O for the coming of that glorious time For all the children whom her soil maintains By timely culture unsustained; or run Into a wild disorder; or be forced To drudge through a weary life without the help A savage horde among the civilised, While from the grassy mountain's open side Through earth, sky, water, and all visible space, "Eternal spirit! universal God! Power inaccessible to human thought, Save by degrees and steps which thou hast deigned Vouchsafed; this local transitory type INDEX TO FIRST LINES A barking sound the shepherd hears . A book came forth of late, called PETER BELL Affections lose their object; time brings forth Almost at the root A love-lorn maid, at some far distant time. Amid a fertile region green with wood Amid the smoke of cities did you pass Amid this dance of objects sadness steals PAGE 440 464 195 231 595 621 359 300 383 66 280 92 403 449 69 253 112 453 428 203 403 180 176 Among the mountains were we nursed, loved stream A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags An Orpheus! an Orpheus! yes, faith may grow bold A plague on your languages, German and Norse! A point of life between my parent's dust Army of clouds! ye winged host in troops. A Roman master stands on Grecian ground Art thou a statesman in the van A simple child As indignation mastered grief, my tongue A thought is with me sometimes, and I say 267 430 ΙΟ 341 IIO 537 A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears A weight of awe not easy to be borne PAGE 270 384 416 278 A winged goddess, clothed in vesture wrought Behold her, single in the field Behold, within the leafy shade Beloved Vale!" I said, "" when I shall con 222 ΙΟ Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed Beneath yon eastern ridge, the craggy bound Bruges I saw attired with golden light Bright was the summer's noon when quickening steps But here no cannon thunders to the gale By Art's bold privilege warrior and war-horse stand 194 83 473 432 535 275 288 204 Call not the royal Swede unfortunate Calm is the fragrant air, and loth to lose Dark and more dark the shades of evening fell Dear Fellow-travellers! think not that the muse. Dear to the loves, and to the graces vowed. Degenerate Douglas! oh, the unworthy Lord Dread hour! when, upheaved by war's sulphurous blast Discourse was deemed man's noblest attribute Dishonoured rock and ruin! that, by law Doomed as we are our native dust Doubling and doubling with laborious walk Earth hath not anything to show more fair. Ere yet our course was graced with social trees 269 3 391 199 352 223 349 268 268 314 200 328 274 3 404 228 451 439 376 283 378 289 202 377 465 351 |