Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, E. B. Browning,
Do you see nothing? ..
Down dropped the breeze, the sails dropped down, S. T. Coleridge,
Knowest thou the land where the pale citron blows, Martin, ..
O cradle, whence the suns ascend, old Ocean divine, Archbp. Trench,
The lark has sung his carol in the sky,
The little comer's coming,
The mighty sun had just gone down,
The morning dawned full darkly,
The mountain wooded to the peak, the lawns,
The murmur of the mourning ghost,
The night is past, and shines the sun,
The rain and the wind ceased, and the sky,
The sea! the sea! the open sea!
The second night, when the new moon set,
The snowdrop, and then the violet,
The soul of man is larger than the sky,
The splendour falls on castle walls,
The splendours of the firmament of time,
The storm-bent towers that many an age,
The water plashed, the water played,
The western waves of ebbing day,
The wild-winged creature, clad in gore,
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Then having reached a bridge, that overarched,
Then next a fair Eve-Fay made meek address,
Then Prometheus gave wisdom,
Wordsworth,
Sir W. Scott,
Patmore,
Lord Byron,
Beddoes,..
This file of infants; some that never breathed,
This morning, when the earth and sky,
"This, or on this;-Bring home with thee this
shield,"
Thou see'st her pictured with her shining hair,
Thrice blessed is the man with whom,
Till Hymen brought his love-delighted hour,
'Tis midnight! On the mountains brown,
'Tis morn, and never did a lovelier day,
'Tis not the gray hawk's flight,
To the amber east, the happy merle,
'Twas when the spinning-room was here,
Sir W. Scott, ..
B. W. Procter,
Wordsworth,
Wordsworth,
Hood,
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