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. xxx.
The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration.
Part i. xxxiii.
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
Part i. xxxv.
'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. xxxvi.
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
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_Ecclesiastical Sonnets_.
Part iii. v. _Walton's Book of Lives_.
The feather, whence the pen
Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men,
Dropped from an Angel's wing.
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Meek Walton's heavenly memory.
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