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  • How he sleepeth! having drunken
    Weary childhood's mandragore,
    60 lines, 1 comment
  • Prologue
    I heard an angel speak last night,
    121 lines, 5 comments
  • O Rose! who dares to name thee?
    No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet;
    32 lines, 9 comments
  • NOW, by the verdure on thy thousand hills,
    Beloved England, doth the earth appear
    14 lines
  • IF all the gentlest-hearted friends I know
    Concentred in one heart their gentleness,
    14 lines
  • But only three in all God's universe
    Have heard this word thou hast said,--Himself, beside
    14 lines
  • I THINK we are too ready with complaint
    In this fair world of God's. Had we no hope
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • SPEAK low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet
    From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • LIGHT human nature is too lightly tost
    And ruffled without cause, complaining on--
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • WE overstate the ills of life, and take
    Imagination (given us to bring down
    14 lines
  • AND, O beloved voices, upon which
    Ours passionately call because erelong
    14 lines
  • I thought once how Theocritus had sung
    Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
    14 lines
  • When I attain to utter forth in verse
    Some inward thought, my soul throbs audibly
    14 lines
  • I HAVE been in the meadows all the day
    And gathered there the nosegay that you see
    14 lines
  • For ever, since my childish looks
    Could rest on Nature's pictured books;
    48 lines
  • Wordsworth upon Helvellyn ! Let the cloud
    Ebb audibly along the mountain-wind,
    14 lines
  • A THOUGHT ay like a flower upon mine heart,
    And drew around it other thoughts like bees
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • 'O DREARY life,' we cry, ' O dreary life ! '
    And still the generations of the birds
    14 lines
  • Experience, like a pale musician, holds
    A dulcimer of patience in his hand,
    15 lines
  • WHEN some beloved voice that was to you
    Both sound and sweetness, faileth suddenly,
    14 lines
  • THANK God, bless God, all ye who suffer not
    More grief than ye can weep for. That is well--
    14 lines
  • The Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no word,
    No gesture of reproach; the Heavens serene
    14 lines
  • I think that look of Christ might seem to say--
    'Thou Peter ! art thou then a common stone
    14 lines
  • I count the dismal time by months and years
    Since last I felt the green sward under foot,
    14 lines
  • WITH stammering lips and insufficient sound
    I strive and struggle to deliver right
    13 lines
  • Two savings of the Holy Scriptures beat
    Like pulses in the Church's brow and breast;
    14 lines
  • Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
        And turn your eyes around,
    43 lines, 3 comments
  • I mind me in the days departed,
    How often underneath the sun
    112 lines
  • I would build a cloudy House
    For my thoughts to live in;
    104 lines, 4 comments
  • There's a little fair brown nightingale, who, sitting in the gateways
    Makes fitter music to our ears than any song of thine!"
    12 lines
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