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.
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_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, nobly 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.
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_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.
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_Hart-Leap Well_.
Part ii
"A jolly place," said he, "in times of old!
But something ails it now: the spot is cursed."
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride
With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
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