Chapter 81
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!
_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.
Meek Walton's heavenly memory.
_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_.