"No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung; Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung. Majestic silence!"

Palestine.

"Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid."

Epiphany.

"By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows!"

First Sunday after Epiphany. No. ii.

"When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil."

Seventh Sunday after Trinity.

"Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower."

At a Funeral. No. i.

"Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb."

At a Funeral. No. ii.

"Thus heavenly hope is all serene, But earthly hope, how bright soe'er, Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene, As false and fleeting as 't is fair."

On Heavenly Hope and Earthly Hope.

"From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand."

Missionary Hymn.

"Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile."

Missionary Hymn.

"I see them on their winding way, About their ranks the moonbeams play."

Lines written to a March.

"Free-livers on a small scale, who are prodigal within the compass of a guinea."

The Stout Gentleman.

"The almighty dollar, that great object of universal devotion throughout our land, seems to have no genuine devotees in these peculiar villages."

The Creole Village.

"Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace."

Abou Ben Adhem.

"Write me as one who loves his fellow-men."

Abou Ben Adhem.

"And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest."

Abou Ben Adhem.

"Oh for a seat in some poetic nook, Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook!"

Politics and Poetics.

"With spots of sunny openings, and with nooks To lie and read in, sloping into brooks."

The Story of Rimini.

"How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view."

The Old Oaken Bucket.

"Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well."

The Old Oaken Bucket.

"The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well."

The Old Oaken Bucket.

"A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast. And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While like the eagle free Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee."

A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea.

"While the hollow oak our palace is, Our heritage the sea."

A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea.

"When looks were fond and words were few."

Poet's Bridal-day Song.

"Napoleon's troops fought in bright fields, where every helmet caught some gleams of glory; but the British soldier conquered under the cool shade of aristocracy. No honours awaited his daring, no despatch gave his name to the applauses of his countrymen; his life of danger and hardship was uncheered by hope, his death unnoticed."

Peninsular War (1810). Vol. ii. Book xi. Chap. iii.

"A weapon that comes down as still As snowflakes fall upon the sod; But executes a freeman's will, As lightning does the will of God; And from its force nor doors nor locks Can shield you,--'t is the ballot-box."

A Word from a Petitioner.

"From every place below the skies The grateful song, the fervent prayer,-- The incense of the heart,--may rise To heaven, and find acceptance there."

Every Place a Temple.

"The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free!"

The Sea.

"I 'm on the sea! I 'm on the sea! I am where I would ever be, With the blue above and the blue below, And silence wheresoe'er I go."

The Sea.

"I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more."

The Sea.

"Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream Gently,--as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream."

Touch us gently, Time.

"Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky."

Farewell! if ever fondest Prayer.

"I only know we loved in vain; I only feel--farewell! farewell!"

Farewell! if ever fondest Prayer.

"When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years."

When we Two parted.

"Fools are my theme, let satire be my song."

English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 6.

"'T is pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; A book 's a book, although there 's nothing in 't."

English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 51.

"With just enough of learning to misquote."

English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 66.

"As soon Seek roses in December, ice in June; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that 's false, before You trust in critics."

English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 75.

"Perverts the Prophets and purloins the Psalms."

English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 326.

"Oh, Amos Cottle! Phoebus! what a name!"

English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 399.

"So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart."

English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 826.

"Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires, And decorate the verse herself inspires: This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,-- Though Nature's sternest painter, yet the best."

English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 839.

"Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart!"

Maid of Athens.

"Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one."

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 5.

"If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men."

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 7.

"Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair."

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 9.

"Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal."

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 10.

"Might shake the saintship of an anchorite."

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 11.

"Adieu! adieu! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue."

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 13.

"My native land, good night!"

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 13.

"O Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land."

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 15.