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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
- Task (bk. VI, l. 1) [Sympathy]
Some to the fascination of a name,
Surrender judgment hoodwinked.
- Task (bk. VI, l. 101) [Names]
So man, the moth, is not afraid, it seems,
To span Omnipotence, and measure might
That knows no measure, by the scanty rule
And standard of his own, that is to-day,
And is not ere to-morrow's sun go down.
- Task (bk. VI, l. 211) [Man]
Not a flower
But shows some touch, in freckle, streak or stain,
Of his unrivall'd pencil. He inspires
Their balmy odors, and imparts their hues,
And bathes their eyes with nectar, and includes
In grains as countless as the seaside sands,
The forms with which he sprinkles all the earth
Happy who walks with him!
- Task (bk. VI, l. 241) [Flowers]
But many a crime deemed innocent on earth
Is registered in Heaven; and these no doubt
Have each their record, with a curse annex'd.
- Task (bk. VI, l. 439) [Crime]
I would not enter on my list of friends
(Though graced with polish'd manner and fine sense,
Yet wanting sensibility) the man
Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
- Task (bk. VI, l. 560) [Friends]
Mercy to him that shows it, is the rule.
- Task (bk. VI, l. 595) [Mercy : Proverbs]
How soft the music of those village bells,
Falling at interval upon the ear
In cadence sweet; now dying all away,
Now pealing loud again, and louder still,
Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on!
With easy force it opens all the cells
Where Memory slept.
- Task (bk. VI, l. 6) [Bells]
Some shout him, and some hang upon his ear,
To gaze in his eyes, and bless him. Maidens waive
Their 'kerchiefs, and old women weep for joy;
While others, not so satisfied, unhorse
The gilded equipage, and turning loose
His steeds, usurp a place they well deserve.
- Task (bk. VI, l. 708) [Popularity]
Knowledge and Wisdom, far from being one,
Have oft-times no connexion. Knowledge dwells
In heads replete with thoughts of other men,
Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
- Task (bk. VI, l. 88) [Knowledge]
Knowledge is proud that he has learn'd so much;
Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
- Task (bk. VI, l. 96) [Wisdom]
With melting airs, or martial, brisk, or grave;
Some chord in unison with what we hear
Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.
- Task (bk. VI, Winter Walk at Noon, l. 3)
Here the heart
May give a useful lesson to the head,
And learning wiser grow without his books.
- Task (bk. VI, Winter Walk at Noon, l. 85)
Give what thou canst, without Thee we are poor;
And with Thee rich, take what Thou wilt away.
- Task--Winter Morning Walk
(bk. V, last lines)
[Contentment : Resignation]
For truth is unwelcome, however divine.
- The Flatting Mill (st. 6) [Truth]
Hence jarring sectaries may learn
Their real interest to discern;
That brother should not war with brother,
And worry and devour each other.
- The Nightingale and Glow-Worm [War]
'Twere better to be born a stone
Of ruder shape, and feeling none,
Than with a tenderness like mine
And sensibilities so fine!
Ah, hapless wretch! condemn'd to dwell
Forever in my native shell,
Ordained to move when others please,
Not for my own content or ease;
But toss'd and buffeted about,
Now in the water and now out.
- The Poet, the Oyster and Sensitive Plant
As creeping ivy clings to wood or stone,
And hides the ruin that it feeds upon.
- The Progress of Error (l. 285) [Ivy]
None but an author knows an author's cares,
Or Fancy's fondness for the child she bears.
- The Progress of Error (l. 518)
There, and there only (though the deist rave,
And atheist, if Earth bears so base a slave);
There and there only, is the power to save.
- The Progress of Error (l. 613) [Religion]
For 'tis a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere it comes to light,
In every cranny but the right.
- The Retired Cat (l. 95) [Loss]
And the tear, that is wiped with a little address,
May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.
- The Rose [Proverbs : Tears]
The slaves of custom and established mode,
With pack-horse constancy we keep the road
Crooked or straight, through quags or thorny dells,
True to the jingling of our leader's bells.
- Tirocinium (l. 251) [Custom]
Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise,
We love the play-place of our early days;
The scene is touching, and the heart is stone,
That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
- Tirocinium (l. 296) [Youth]
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees,
Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.
- Tirocinium (l. 43) [Spring]
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