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Behold, within the leafy shade,
Those bright blue eggs together laid!
On me the chance-discovered sight
Gleamed like a vision of delight.
Of vast circumference and gloom profound,
This solitary Tree! A living thing
Produced too slowly ever to decay;
Of form and aspect too magnificent
To be destroyed.
The eye—it cannot choose but see;
we cannot bid the ear be still;
our bodies feel, where'er they be,
against or with our will.
Lyrical Ballads (1798)
The fretful stir
Unprofitable, and the fever of the world
Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower,
We feel that we are greater than we know.
Those old credulities, to Nature dear,
Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock
Of history?
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
She hath smiles to earth unknown—
Smiles that with motion of their own
Do spread, and sink, and rise.
Come, blessed barrier between day and day,
Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof
That they wore born for immortality.
To be a Prodigal's favourite,—then, worse truth,
A Miser's pensioner,—behold our lot!
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
There is a luxury in self-dispraise;
And inward self-disparagement affords
To meditative spleen a grateful feast.
The Excursion (1814)
And to tired limbs and over-busy thoughts,
Inviting sleep and soft forgetfulness.
The Excursion (1814)
O for a single hour of that Dundee,
Who on that day the word of onset gave!
But hushed be every thought that springs
From out the bitterness of things.
The vision and the faculty divine;
Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse.
The Excursion (1814)
What fond and wayward thoughts will slide
Into a lover's head!
"O mercy!" to myself I cried,
"If Lucy should be dead!"
Lyrical Ballads (1798)
As in the eye of Nature he has lived,
So in the eye of Nature let him die!
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast
False fires, that others may be lost.
And recognizes ever and anon
The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.
The Excursion (1814)
And the fresh air of incense-breathing morn
Shall wooingly embrace it.