Part 81 (1/2)

Prologue. St. 1.

There's something in a flying horse, There's something in a huge balloon.

Prologue. St. 27.

The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me--her tears, her mirths Her humblest mirth and tears.

Part i. St. 12.

A primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more.

Part i. St. 15.

The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky!

Part i. St. 26.

As if the man had fixed his face, In many a solitary place, Against the wind and open sky!

_Miscellaneous Sonnets_.

Part i. x.x.x.

The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration.

Part i. x.x.xiii.

The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.

Part i. x.x.xv.

'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of Faith, and round the Sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.

Part ii. x.x.xvi.

Dear G.o.d! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!