"What female heart can gold despise? What cat 's averse to fish?"

On the death of a Favourite Cat.

"A fav'rite has no friend!"

On the death of a Favourite Cat.

"Ye distant spires, ye antique towers."

On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 1.

"Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade! Ah, fields beloved in vain! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow."

On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 2.

"They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy."

On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 4.

"Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed, Less pleasing when possest; The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast."

On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 5.

"Alas! regardless of their doom, The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day."

On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 6.

"Ah, tell them they are men!"

On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 6.

"And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe."

On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 8.

"To each his suff'rings; all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan,-- The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'T is folly to be wise."

On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 10.

"Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best!"

Hymn to Adversity.

"From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take."

The Progress of Poesy. I. 1, Line 3.

"Glance their many-twinkling feet."

The Progress of Poesy. I. 3, Line 11.

"O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love."

The Progress of Poesy. I. 3, Line 16.

"Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame, Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame."

The Progress of Poesy. II. 2, Line 10.

"Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears."

The Progress of Poesy. III. 1, Line 12.

"He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night."

The Progress of Poesy. III. 2, Line 4.

"Bright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe and words that burn."

The Progress of Poesy. III. 3, Line 2.

"Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,--but far above the great."

The Progress of Poesy. III. 3, Line 16.

"Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait! Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state."

The Bard. I. 1, Line 1.

"Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air."

The Bard. I. 2, Line 5.

"To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay."

The Bard. I. 2, Line 14.

"Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart."

The Bard. I. 3, Line 12.

"Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room and verge enough The characters of hell to trace."

The Bard. II. 1, Line 1.

"Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows; While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey."

The Bard. II. 2, Line 9.

"Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed."

The Bard. II. 3, Line 11.

"Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!"

The Bard. III. 1, Line 11.

"And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest."

The Bard. III. 3, Line 3.

"Comus and his midnight crew."

Ode for Music. Line 2.

"While bright-eyed Science watches round."

Ode for Music. Chorus. Line 3.

"The still small voice of gratitude."

Ode for Music. V. Line 8.

"Iron sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darken'd air."

The Fatal Sisters. Line 3.

"The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me."

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 1.

"Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep."

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 4.

"The breezy call of incense-breathing morn."

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 5.

"Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor."

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 8.

"The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave."

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 9.

"Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise."

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 10.

"Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death?"

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 11.

"Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre."

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 12.

"But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll; Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul."

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 13.

"Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air."

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 14.

"Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood."

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 15.

"The applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes."

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 16.

"Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind."

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 17.

"Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way."

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 19.

"Implores the passing tribute of a sigh."

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 20.

"And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die."

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 21.

"For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?"

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 22.

"E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires."

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 23.