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This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1896. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... Yet feel I little of the cool bleak air, Or of the dead leaves rustling drearily, Or of those silver lamps that burn on high, Or of the distance from home's pleasant lair: For I am brimful of the friendliness That in a little cottage I have found; Of fair-hair'd Milton's eloquent distress, And all his love for gentle Lycid drown'd; Of lovely Laura in her light green dress, And faithful Petrarch gloriously crown'd. VI. To G. A. W. Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance, In what diviner moments of the day Art thou most lovely? When gone far astray Into the labyrinths of sweet utterance, Or when serenely wand'ring in a trance Of sober thought? Or when starting away With careless robe to meet the morning ray Thou spar'st the flowers in thy mazy dance? Happy 't is when thy ruby lips part sweetly, And so remain because thou listenest: But thou to please wert nurtured so completely That I can never tell what mood is best. I shall as soon pronounce which grace more neatly Trips it before Apollo than the rest. VII. Solitude. O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep, -- Nature's observatory--whence the dell, Its flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell, 5 May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep 'Mongst boughs pavilion'd, where the deer's swift leap Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell. But though I 'll gladly trace these scenes with thee, Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind, 0 Whose words are images of thoughts refin'd, Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be Almost the highest bliss of human-kind, When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee. VIII. Addressed to Haydon. Great spirits now on earth are sojourning; He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, Who on Helvelly...