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ADDRESSED TO HAYDON.
HIGH-MINDEDNESS, a jealousy for good,
A loving-kindness for the great man's fame,
Dwells here and there with people of no name, In noisome alley, and in pathless wood: And where we think the truth least understood,
Oft may be found a “singleness of aim,"
That ought to frighten into hooded shame
Of steadfast genius, toiling gallantly!
Envy, and malice to their native sty?
Proud to behold him in his country's eye.
ADDRESSED TO THE SAME.
GREAT spirits now on earth are sojourning :
He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake,
Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake, Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing: He of the rose, the violet, the spring,
The social smile, the chain for Freedom's sake:
And lo! whose steadfastness would never take A meaner sound than Raphael's whispering. And other spirits there are standing apart
Upon the forehead of the age to come'; These, these will give the world another heart,
And other pulses. Hear ye not the hum
ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER.
Mucu have I travelld in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen ;
Round many western islands have I been
That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne :
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He stared at the Pacific and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
ON LEAVING SOME FRIENDS AT AN EARLY HOUR.
Give me a golden pen, and let me lean
On heap'd-up flowers, in regions clear, and far;
Bring me a tablet whiter than a star,
And let there glide by many a pearly car,
Pink robes, and wavy hair, and diamond jar, And half-discover'd wings, and glances keen. The while let music wander round my ears, And as it reaches each delicious ending,
Let me write down a line of glorious tone, And full of many wonders of the spheres :
For what a height my spirit is contending ! 'Tis not content so soon to be alone.
KEEN fitful gusts are whispering here and there
Among the bushes, half leafless and dry ;
The stars look very cold about the sky, And I have many miles on foot to fare ; Yet feel I little of the cool bleak air,
Or of the dead leaves rustling drearily,
Or of those silver lamps that burn on high, Or of the distance from home's pleasant lair: For I am brimful of the friendliness
That in a little cottage I have found; Of fair-hair'd Milton's eloquent distress,
And all his love for gentle Lycid' drown'd ; Of lovely Laura in her light green dress,
And faithful Petrarch gloriously crown'd.