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On visionary views would fancy feed,
If Thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure, Stranger! henceforth be warned; and know that pride, Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness; that he who feels contempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used ; that thought with him Is in its infancy. The man whose eye Is ever on himself doth look on one, The least of Nature's works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful, ever. O be wiser, Thou ! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love; True dignity abides with him alone Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Can still suspect, and still revere himself, In lowliness of heart.
WRITTEN WHILE SAILING IN A BOAT AT EVENING.
How richly glows the water's breast
Such views the youthful Bard allure;
REMEMBRANCE OF COLLINS,
COMPOSED UPON THE THAMES NEAR RICHMOND.
GLIDE gently, thus for ever glide,
Vain thought!—Yet be as now thou art,
* Collins's Ode on the death of l'homson, the last written, I believe, of the poems which were published during his life.time. This Ode is also alluded to in the next stanza.
LINES WRITTEN IN FARLY SPRING.
Now let us, as we float along,
that never child of song
WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING.
I HEARD a thousand blended notes,
To her fair works did Nature link
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopped and played,
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
If this belief from heaven be sent,