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Provoke
The years to bring the inevitable yoke.
Source: Ode. Intimations of...
Give unto me, made lowly wise,
The spirit of self-sacrifice.
Source: Ode to...
Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover's ear alone,
What once to me...
The clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er...
By our own spirits are we deified:
We poets in our youth begin in gladness;
But thereof come in the end...
A primrose by a river's brim
A yellow primrose was to him,
And it was nothing more.
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Action is transitory - a step, a blow.
The motion of a muscle - this way or that -
'Tis done, and in the...
After ten months' melancholy,
Became a good and honest man.
Source: Peter Bell,...
I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy,
The sleepless soul that perished in his...
Some sipping punch, some sipping tea,
But, as you by their faces see,
All silent and all...
The winds come to me from the fields of sleep.
Source: Ode, Intimations of...
Oh! many are the poets that are sown
By Nature; men endowed with highest gifts,
The vision and the faculty...
There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon;
But through the clouds I'll never...
The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.
Source: Resolution and...
I saw her upon nearer view,
A spirit, yet a woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of...
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled...
One in whom persuasion and belief
Had ripened into faith, and faith become
A passionate...
Upon the margin of that moorish flood
Motionless as a cloud the old man stood,
That heareth not the loud winds...
We poets in our youth begin in gladness;
But thereof comes in the end despondency and...