.

Part ii. xxxvi.

Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!

* * * * *

_Ecclesiastical Sonnets_.

Part iii. v. _Walton's Book of Lives_.

The feather, whence the pen
Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men,
Dropped from an Angel's wing.

* * * * *

Meek Walton's heavenly memory.

_The Tables Turned_.

Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books,
Or surely you'll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?

* * * * *

One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.

* * * * *

_A Poet's Epitaph_.

St. 5.

One that would peep and botanize
Upon his mother's grave.

* * * * *

_Personal Talk_.

St. 3.

The gentle Lady married to the Moor,
And heavenly Una with her milk-white Lamb.

* * * * *

_The Small Celandine_.
(From Poems referring to the Period of Old Age.)

To be a Prodigal's Favorite--then, worse truth,
A Miser's Pensioner--behold our lot!

_Elegiac Stanzas suggested by a Picture of Peele
Castle in a Storm_.

St. 4.

The light that never was, on sea or land,
The consecration, and the Poet's dream.

* * * * *

_Intimations of Immorality_.

St 5.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.

* * * * *

But trailing clouds of glory, do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!

St. xi.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

* * * * *

THE EXCURSION.

Book i.

The vision and the faculty divine.

* * * * *

The imperfect offices of prayer and praise.

* * * * *

The good die first,
And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust
Burn to the socket.

Book ii.

With battlements, that on their restless fronts
Bore stars.

Book iii.

Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.

* * * * *

Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial.

Book iv.

I have seen
A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract
Of inland ground, applying to