"Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!"

The Hour of Death.

"Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done."

Tyrolese Evening Song.

"In the busy haunts of men."

Tale of the Secret Tribunal. Part i.

"Calm on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit, rest thee now!"

Siege of Valencia. Scene ix.

"Oh, call my brother back to me! I cannot play alone: The summer comes with flower and bee,-- Where is my brother gone?"

The Child's First Grief.

"I have looked on the hills of the stormy North, And the larch has hung his tassels forth."

The Voice of Spring.

"I had a hat. It was not all a hat,-- Part of the brim was gone: Yet still I wore it on."

Rhine Song of the German Soldiers after Victory.

"When I am dead, no pageant train Shall waste their sorrows at my bier, Nor worthless pomp of homage vain Stain it with hypocritic tear."

Alaric the Visigoth.

"You shall not pile, with servile toil, Your monuments upon my breast, Nor yet within the common soil Lay down the wreck of power to rest, Where man can boast that he has trod On him that was "the scourge of God.""

Alaric the Visigoth.

"Here the free spirit of mankind, at length, Throws its last fetters off; and who shall place A limit to the giant's unchained strength, Or curb his swiftness in the forward race?"

The Ages. xxxiii.

"To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language."

Thanatopsis.

"Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings."

Thanatopsis.

"The hills, Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun."

Thanatopsis.

"Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste."

Thanatopsis.

"All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom."

Thanatopsis.

"So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams."

Thanatopsis.

"The groves were God's first temples."

A Forest Hymn.

"The stormy March has come at last, With winds and clouds and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies."

March.

"But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame."

Autumn Woods.

"The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear."

The Death of the Flowers.

"And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more."

The Death of the Flowers.

"Loveliest of lovely things are they On earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower."

A Scene on the Banks of the Hudson.

"The victory of endurance born."

The Battle-Field.

"Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,-- The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among his worshippers."

The Battle-Field.

"Flag of the free heart's hope and home! By angel hands to valour given! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us?"

The American Flag.

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever; Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness."

Endymion. Book i.

"He ne'er is crown'd With immortality, who fears to follow Where airy voices lead."

Endymion. Book ii.

"To sorrow I bade good-morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly; She is so constant to me, and so kind."

Endymion. Book iv.

"So many, and so many, and such glee."

Endymion. Book iv.

"Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is--Love, forgive us!--cinders, ashes, dust."

Lamia. Part ii.

"There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings."

Lamia. Part ii.

"Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor."

The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 3.

"The silver snarling trumpets 'gan to chide."

The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 4.

"Asleep in lap of legends old."

The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 15.

"Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow."

The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 16.

"A poor, weak, palsy-stricken, churchyard thing."

The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 18.

"As though a rose should shut and be a bud again."

The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 27.

"And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon."

The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 30.

"He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute, In Provence call'd "La belle dame sans mercy.""

The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 33.

"That large utterance of the early gods!"

Hyperion. Book i.

"Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir."

Hyperion. Book i.

"The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled."

Hyperion. Book ii.

"Dance and Provençal song and sunburnt mirth! Oh for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene! With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stainèd mouth."

Ode to a Nightingale.

"Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn."

Ode to a Nightingale.

"Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time."

Ode on a Grecian Urn.

"Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on,-- Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone."

Ode on a Grecian Urn.

"Thou, silent form, doth tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!"

Ode on a Grecian Urn.

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,--that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."

Ode on a Grecian Urn.

"In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity."

Stanzas.

"Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?"

Addressed to Haydon. Sonnet x.