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THUS they, with freaks of proud delight,Beguile the remnant of the night;And many a snatch of jovial songRegales them as they wind along;While to the..

FROM Bolton's old monastic towerThe bells ring loud with gladsome power;The sun shines bright; the fields are gayWith people in their best arrayOf..

'Powers there areThat touch each other to the quick--in modesWhich the gross world no sense hath to perceive,No soul to dream of.'THOU Spirit, whose..

THE MIGHTY Minstrel breathes no longer,Mid mouldering ruins low he lies;And death upon the braes of YarrowHas closed the Shepherd-poet’s eyes:Nor has..

'TIS spent--this burning day of June!Soft darkness o'er its latest gleams is stealing;The buzzing dor-hawk, round and round, is wheeling,--That..

NOW joy for you who from the towersOf Brancepeth look in doubt and fear,Telling melancholy hours!Proclaim it, let your Masters hearThat Norton with..

WHY comes not Francis?--From the doleful CityHe fled,--and, in his flight, could hearThe death-sounds of the Minster-bell:That sullen stroke..

THE Harp in lowliness obeyed;And first we sang of the greenwood shadeAnd a solitary Maid;Beginning, where the song must end,With her, and with her..

INMATE of a mountain-dwelling,Thou hast clomb aloft, and gazedFrom the watch-towers of Helvellyn;Awed, delighted, and amazed!Potent was the spell..

Let other bards of angels sing,Bright suns without a spot;But thou art no such perfect thing:Rejoice that thou art not!Heed not tho' none should call..

HIGH on a point of rugged groundAmong the wastes of Rylstone FellAbove the loftiest ridge or moundWhere foresters or shepherds dwell,An edifice of..

OCTOBER 1803VANGUARD of Liberty, ye men of Kent,Ye children of a Soil that doth advanceHer haughty brow against the coast of France,Now is the time..

'Tis night: in silence looking down,The Moon, from cloudless ether, seesA Camp, and a beleaguered Town,And Castle, like a stately crownOn the steep..

HOME AT GRASMEREONCE to the verge of yon steep barrier cameA roving school-boy; what the adventurer's ageHath now escaped his memory--but the..

Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,The pious bird with the scarlet breast,Our little English Robin;The bird that comes about our doorsWhen..

LIE here, without a record of thy worth,Beneath a covering of the common earth!It is not from unwillingness to praise,Or want of love, that here no..

IN trellised shed with clustering roses gay,And, MARY! oft beside our blazing fire,When yeas of wedded life were as a dayWhose current answers to the..

By Derwent's side my Father's cottage stood,(The Woman thus her artless story told)One field, a flock, and what the neighboring floodSupplied, to him..

THE Voice of song from distant lands shall callTo that great King; shall hail the crowned YouthWho, taking counsel of unbending Truth,By one example..

If to Tradition faith be due,And echoes from old verse speak true,Ere the meek Saint, Columba, boreGlad tidings to Iona's shore,No common light of..

SOON did he Almighty Giver of all restTake those dear young Ones to a fearless nest;And in Death's arms has long reposed the FriendFor whom this..

HIGH is our calling, Friend!--Creative Art(Whether the instrument of words she use,Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues,)Demands the service of a..

THE days are cold, the nights are long,The north-wind sings a doleful song;Then hush again upon my breast;All merry things are now at rest,Save thee..

The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said,"Bright is thy veil, O Moon, as thou art bright!"Forthwith, that little cloud, in ether spreadAnd..

MARK how the feathered tenants of the flood,With grace of motion that might scarcely seemInferior to angelical, prolongTheir curious pastime! shaping..