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Earth helped him with the cry of blood.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
Books, we know,
Are a substantial world, both pure and good:
Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,
Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
And mighty poets in their misery dead.
Resolution and Independence (1807)
Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there
In happier beauty; more pellucid streams,
An ampler ether, a diviner air,
And fields invested with purpureal gleams.
Laodamia (1814)
Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
Ecclesiastical Sonnets (1821)
Maidens withering on the stalk.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
The child is father of the man.
For mightier far
Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway
Of magic potent over sun and star,
Is love, though oft to agony distrest,
And though his favourite be feeble woman's breast.
Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
Are a substantial world, both pure and good:
Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,
Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
One solace yet remains for us who came
Into this world in days when story lacked
Severe research, that in our hearts we know
How, for exciting youth's heroic flame,
Assent is power, belief the soul of fact.
Memorials of a Tour in Italy (1837)
So joys remembered without wish or will
Sharpen the keenest edge of present ill.
The gentle Lady married to the Moor,
And heavenly Una with her milk-white lamb.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
Who art a light to guide, a rod
To check the erring, and reprove.
A reasoning, self-sufficing thing,
An intellectual All-in-all!
A Poet's Epitaph (1799)
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.
Nor less I deem that there are Powers
Which of themselves our minds impress;
That we can feed this mind of ours
In a wise passiveness.
Lyrical Ballads (1798)
Hopes; what are they?—Beads of morning
Strung on slender blades of grass;
Or a spider's web adorning
In a straight and treacherous pass.
Give unto me, made lowly wise,
The spirit of self-sacrifice;
The confidence of reason give,
And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!
Ode to Duty (1805)
Me this unchartered freedom tires;
I feel the weight of chance-desires:
My hopes no more must change their name,
I long for a repose that ever is the same.
Ode to Duty (1805)
The silence that is in the starry sky.