The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Source: Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 11.
Contributed by: Zaady
Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!
Source: Yarrow Unvisited.
Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven; The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour, And memory of Earth's bitter leaven Effaced forever.
Source: Thoughts suggested on the Banks of the Nith.
He murmurs near the running brooks A music sweeter than their own.
Source: A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 10.
Where music dwells Lingering and wandering on as loth to die, Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That they were born for immortality.
Source: Part iii. xliii. Inside of King's Chapel, Cambridge.
Because the good old rule Sufficeth them,-the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can.
Source: Rob Roy's Grave.
But shapes that come not at an earthly call Will not depart when mortal voices bid.
And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain.
Source: The Excursion. Book iv.
And when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory images and precious thoughts That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.
Source: The Excursion. Book vii.
To the solid ground Of Nature trusts the mind that builds for aye.
Source: A Volant Tribe of Bards on Earth.
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