A great stone man rose like a tower on board,

   Stood at the helm and cleft the flood profound:

But the calm hero, leaning on his sword,

   Gazed back, and would not offer one look round.

Poet:

Long since, I lived beneath vast porticoes,

By many ocean-sunsets tinged and fired,

Where mighty pillars, in majestic rows,

Seemed like basaltic caves when day expired.

 

...

Poet:
Poet:

I strolled last eve across the lonely down;

          One solitary picture struck my eye:

          A distant ploughboy stood against the sky—

How far he seemed above the noisy town!


Upon the bosom of a cloud the sod
...

Poet:

        On the swift flying hours

            Another bright day,

        With its tears and its smiles,

            Has vanished away.

        Thou who dost number

            Our days as they flee,
...

Poet:
Poet:
Poet:

I never lost as much but twice,

And that was in the sod ;

Twice have I stood a beggar

Before the door of God !


Angels, twice descending,
...

Poet:

I TASTE a liquor never brewed,

From tankards scooped in pearl;

Not all the vats upon the Rhine
...

Poet:
Poet: