_The Tables Turned_.
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books,
Or surely you'll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?
* * * * *
One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.
* * * * *
_A Poet's Epitaph_.
St. 5.
One that would peep and botanize
Upon his mother's grave.
* * * * *
_Personal Talk_.
St. 3.
The gentle Lady married to the Moor,
And heavenly Una with her milk-white Lamb.
* * * * *
_The Small Celandine_.
(From Poems referring to the Period of Old Age.)
To be a Prodigal's Favorite--then, worse truth,
A Miser's Pensioner--behold our lot!
_Elegiac Stanzas suggested by a Picture of Peele
Castle in a Storm_.
St. 4.
The light that never was, on sea or land,
The consecration, and the Poet's dream.
* * * * *
_Intimations of Immorality_.
St 5.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.
* * * * *
But trailing clouds of glory, do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
St. xi.
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
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