On visionary views would fancy feed, Till his eye streamed with tears. In this deep vale He died, this seat his only monument. If Thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure, Stranger! henceforth be warned; and know that pride, Is littleness; that he who feels contempt Which he has never used; that thought with him Is ever on himself doth look on one, The least of Nature's works, one who might move Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, j796. IV. LINES WRITTEN WHILE SAILING IN A BOAT AT EVENING. How richly glows the water's breast And see how dark the backward stream! And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam, Such views the youthful Bard allure; 1789. V. REMEMBRANCE OF COLLINS, COMPOSED UPON THE THAMES NEAR RICHMOND. GLIDE gently, thus for ever glide, Vain thought!-Yet be as now thou art, The image of a poet's heart, How bright, how solemn, how serene! * Collins's Ode on the death of Thomson, 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. 12 LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING. Now let us, as we float along, VI. LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING. I HEARD a thousand blended notes, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts To her fair works did Nature link 1789. LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The birds around me hopped and played, The budding twigs spread out their fan, And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If this belief from heaven be sent, 1798. 13 |