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‘With a sense Of lively joy did I behold this path Beneath the fir-trees, for at once I knew That by my Brother’s steps it had been trac’d. My thoughts were pleas’d within me to perceive That hither he had…
THE FORCE OF PRAYER; OR, THE FOUNDING OF BOLTON PRIORY. A TRADITION. “What is good for a bootless bene?” With these dark words begins my Tale; And their meaning is, whence can comfort spring When Prayer is of no avail?…
We had a fellow-Passenger who came From Calais with us, gaudy in array,— A Negro Woman like a Lady gay, Yet silent as a woman fearing blame; Dejected, meek, yea pitiably tame, She sate, from notice turning not away, But on…
Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon’s earless den;– O miserable Chieftain! where and when Wilt thou find patience? Yet…
Oft, through thy fair domains, illustrious Peer! In youth I roamed, on youthful pleasures bent And mused in rocky cell or sylvan tent, Beside swift-flowing Lowther’s current clear. -Now, by thy care befriended, I appear Before thee LONSDALE, and this…
Vanguard of Liberty, ye men of Kent, Ye children of a Soil that doth advance Her haughty brow against the coast of France, Now is the time to prove your hardiment! To France be words of invitation sent! They from…
Five years have past; five summers, with the length Of five long winters! and again I hear These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs With a soft inland murmur.—Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, That on a…
With little here to do or see Of things that in the great world be, Sweet Daisy! oft I talk to thee, For thou art worthy, Thou unassuming Common-place Of Nature, with that homely face, And yet with something of a…
Come then in robe of darkest blue And face of pale and sickly hue– Who Moon-like guid’st the liquid swell Of sounds that float upon the shell At whose soft touch whate’er is mute Talks ‘with a voice like Pity’s…
Up with me! up with me into the clouds! For thy song, Lark, is strong; Up with me, up with me into the clouds! Singing, singing, With clouds and sky about thee ringing, Lift me, guide me till I find…