ers_.
Until a man might travel twelve stout miles,
Or reap an acre of his neighbor's corn.
_Stanzas written in Thomson_.
A noticeable man, with large gray eyes.
* * * * *
_Lucy_.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none to praise,
And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and oh!
The difference to me!
* * * * *
_The Solitary Reaper_.
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again.
* * * * *
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.
_Rob Hoy's Grave_.
St. 9.
Because the good old rule
Sufficeth them, the simple plan,
That they should take who have the power,
And they should keep who can.
_Yarrow Unvisited_.
The swan on still St. Mary's Lake
Float double, swan and shadow!
* * * * *
_Sonnets to National Independence and Liberty_.
Part i. vi
Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade
Of that which once was great is passed away.
Part i. xiv.
Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart.
Part i. xvi.
We must be free or die, who speak the tongue
That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold
Which Milton held.
* * * * *
_Nutting_.
One of those heavenly days that cannot die.
_She was a Phantom of Delight_.
A Creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food,
For transient sorrows, simple wiles;
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
* * * * *
A perfect woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command.
* * * * *
_I Wandered Lonely_.
That inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude.
* * * * *
_Ruth_.
A Youth to whom was given
So much of earth, so much of heaven.
* * * * *
_Resolution and Independence_.
Part i. St. 7
I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy,
The sleepless soul that perished in his pride;
Of him who walked in glory and in joy,
Following his plough, along the mountainside.
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