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Now Art, used collectively for painting, sculpture, architecture and music, is the mediatress between, and reconciler of, nature and man.
On Poesy or Art (1818)
In nature there is nothing melancholy.
A charm
For thee, my gentle-hearted Charles, to whom
No sound is dissonant which tells of life.
And they three passed over the white sands, between the rocks, silent as the shadows.
The poet is not only the man made to solve the riddle of the universe, but he is also the man who feels where it is not solved.
Lectures and Notes on Shakespeare and Other English Poets (1811)
Each matin bell, the Baron saith,
Knells us back to a world of death.
Christabel (1797)
Her gentle limbs did she undress,
And lay down in her loveliness.
Christabel (1797)
Never, believe me,
Appear the Immortals,
Never alone.
Truths … are too often considered as so true, that they lose all the power of truth, and lie bed-ridden in the dormitory of the soul, side by side with the most despised and exploded errors.
Aids to Reflection (1825)
Old Friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air,
Love them for what they are; nor love them less,
Because to thee they are not what they were.
Duty surviving Self-Love (1826)
And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you,
How oft! I bless the Lot, that made me love you.
The Presence of Love (1807)
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star
In his steep course? So long he seems to pause
On thy bald awful head, О sovran Blanc!
Hymn before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni (1802)
He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things both great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.
And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars,
That give away their motion to the stars.
Dejection: An Ode (1802)
Trochee trips from long to short;
From long to long in solemn sort
Slow Spondee stalks.
Metrical Feet (1806)
The Past lives o'er again
In its effects, and to the guilty spirit
The ever-frowning Present is its image.
O struggling with the darkness all the night,
And visited all night by troops of stars.
Hymn before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni (1802)
Yon crescent Moon, as fix'd as if it grew
In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue.
Dejection: An Ode (1802)
Nought cared this Body for wind or weather
When Youth and I lived in't together.
That saints will aid if men will call:
For the blue sky bends over all!
Christabel (1797)