Part 80 (1/2)

Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade Of that which once was great is pa.s.sed away.

Part i. xiv.

Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart.

Part i. xvi.

We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold Which Milton held.

_Nutting_.

One of those heavenly days that cannot die.

_She was a Phantom of Delight_.

A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles; Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

A perfect woman, n.o.bly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command.

_I Wandered Lonely_.

That inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude.

_Ruth_.

A Youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.

_Resolution and Independence_.

Part i. St. 7

I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride; Of him who walked in glory and in joy, Following his plough, along the mountainside.