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I have seen
One in whom persuasion and belief Had ripened into faith, and faith become A passionate intuition.
Spires whose ' silent finger points to heaven.'*
Wisdom married to immortal verse.
A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays
The primal duties shine aloft, like stars;
By happy chance we saw A twofold image; on a grassy bank
* An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches in fiat countries with spire-steeples, which, as they cannot be referred to any other object, point as with silent finger to the sky and stars.--COLERIDGE. The Friend, No. 14.
+ Lap me in soft Lydian airs,
A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood
O for a single hour of that Dundee
Sonnet. In the Pass of Killiecrankie.
* Mounts from her funeral pyre on wings of flame,
Darwin. The Botanic Garden. + In obedience to the order of the Council of Constance (1415), the remains of Wickliffe were exhumed and burnt to ashes, and these cast into the Swift, a neighbouring brook running hard by, and thus this brook hath conveyed his ashes into Avon; Avon into Severn, Severn into the narrow seas, they into the main ocean. And thus the ashes of Wickliffe are the emblem of his doctrine, which now is dispersed all the world over.'-FULLER. Church History. Sec. ii. B. 4,
53 Fox says:- What Heraclitus would not laugh, or what Democritus would not weep.
For though they digged up his body, burnt his bones, and drowned his ashes, yet the word of God and truth of his doctrine, with the fruit and success thereof, they could not burn.'--Book of Martyrs. 'Some prophet of that day said
• “The Avon to the Severn runs,
The Severn to the sea ;
by Daniel Webster, 1849. These lines are similarly quoted by the Rev. John Cumming in the Voices of the Dead.
Another morn Risen on mid-noon.*
Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
And listens like a three year's child.
Lines added to the Ancient Mariner.t
ROBERT SOUTHEY. 1774-1843.
OW beautiful is night!
A dewy freshness fills the silent air ;
Breaks the serene of heaven :
Beneath her steady ray
The desert-circle spreads,
How beautiful is night!
They sin who tell us love can die.
The Curse of Kehama. Canto x.
* Verbatim from Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 310.
† Wordsworth in his notes to We are seven, claims to have written this line with some others in the Ancient Mariner.
Thou hast been called, O sleep! the friend of woe; But 't is the happy that have called thee so.
The Curse of Kehama. Canto xv. The Satanic school.
From the Original Preface to the Vision of Judgment. But what good came of it at last ?'
Quoth little Peterkin. 'Why, that I cannot tell,' said he ; But ’t was a famous victory.' The Battle of Blenheim.
Where Washington hath left
His awful memory
Ode written during the War with America, 1814.
Around me I behold,
The mighty minds of old ;
Occasional Pieces. xviii.
CHARLES LAMB. 1775-1834.
HAVE had playmates, I have had companions,
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Old Familiar Faces.
Books which are no books.
Detached Thoughts on Books.