Part 3 — Part iii. v. Walton's Book of Lives.
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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.
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.