"A primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more."

Peter Bell. Part i. Stanza 12.

"The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky!"

Peter Bell. Part i. Stanza 15.

"On a fair prospect some have looked, And felt, as I have heard them say, As if the moving time had been A thing as steadfast as the scene On which they gazed themselves away."

Peter Bell. Part i. Stanza 16.

"As if the man had fixed his face, In many a solitary place, Against the wind and open sky!"

Peter Bell. Part i. Stanza 26.

"One of those heavenly days that cannot die."

Nutting.

"She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove,-- A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love."

She dwelt among the untrodden ways.

"A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye; Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky."

She dwelt among the untrodden ways.

"She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh The difference to me!"

She dwelt among the untrodden ways.

"The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face."

Three years she grew in Sun and Shower.

"May no rude hand deface it, And its forlorn hic jacet!"

Ellen Irwin.

"She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy."

The Sparrow's Nest.

"The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one!"

The Cock is crowing.

"Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now."

To a Butterfly. I 've watched you now a full half-hour.

"Often have I sighed to measure By myself a lonely pleasure,-- Sighed to think I read a book, Only read, perhaps, by me."

To the Small Celandine.

"As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low."

Resolution and Independence. Stanza 4.

"But how can he expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all?"

Resolution and Independence. Stanza 6.

"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 mountain-side. By our own spirits we are deified; We Poets in our youth begin in gladness, But thereof come in the end despondency and madness."

Resolution and Independence. Stanza 7.

"That heareth not the loud winds when they call, And moveth all together, if it moves at all."

Resolution and Independence. Stanza 11.

"Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men."

Resolution and Independence. Stanza 14.

"And mighty poets in their misery dead."

Resolution and Independence. Stanza 17.

"Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!"

Earth has not anything to show more fair.

"The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration."

It is a beauteous Evening.

"Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away."

On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic.

"Thou has left behind Powers that will work for thee,--air, earth, and skies! There 's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind."

To Toussaint L' Ouverture.

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

A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 5.

"He murmurs near the running brooks A music sweeter than their own."

A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 10.

"And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love."

A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 11.

"The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart."

A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 13.

"Yet sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up, He felt with spirit so profound."

Matthew.

"My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard."

The Fountain.

"A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free."

The Fountain.

"And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore."

The Fountain.

"The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door."

Lucy Gray. Stanza 2.

"A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven."

Ruth.

"Until a man might travel twelve stout miles, Or reap an acre of his neighbor's corn."

The Brothers.

"Something between a hindrance and a help."

Michael.

"Drink, pretty creature, drink!"

The Pet Lamb.

"Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance."

A narrow Girdle of rough Stones and Crags.

"And he is oft the wisest man Who is not wise at all."

The Oak and the Broom.

""A jolly place," said he, "in times of old! But something ails it now: the spot is cursed.""

Hart-leap Well. Part ii.

"Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream."

Hart-leap Well. Part ii.

"Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels."

Hart-leap Well. Part ii.

"Plain living and high thinking are no more. The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws."

O Friend! I know not which way I must look.

"Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee! . . . . . . Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: So didst thou travel on life's common way In cheerful godliness."

London, 1802.

"We must be free or die who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake, the faith and morals hold Which Milton held."

It is not to be thought of.

"A noticeable man, with large gray eyes."

Stanzas written in Thomson's Castle of Indolence.

"We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted."

To the Daisy.

"The poet's darling."

To the Daisy.

"Thou unassuming commonplace Of Nature."

To the same Flower.

"Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes, Loose type of things through all degrees."

To the same Flower.