A power is passing from the earth. |
A primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more. |
A reasoning, self-sufficing thing, An intellectual all-in-all! |
A remnant of uneasy light. |
A simple child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? |
A slumber did my spirit seal;/ I had no human fears:/ She seemed a thing that could not feel/ The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force;/ She neither hears nor sees;/ Rolled round in earth's diurnal course. . . |
A timely utterance gave that thought relief,/ And I again am strong. |
A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven. And such impetuous blood. |
Action is transitory a step, a blow, The motion of a muscle, this way or that 'Tis done, and in the after-vacancy We wonder at ourselves like men betrayed |
After ten months' melancholy,/ Became a good and honest man. |
Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man, Could field or grove, could any spot of earth, Show to his eye an image of the pangs Which it hath witnessed, -- render back an echo Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod! |
All men feel something of an honorable bigotry for the objects which have long continued to please them. |
All the mighty world of eye, and ear, both what they half create, and what they percieve. |
All things have second birth; The earthquake is not satisfied at once. |
All things that love the sun are out of doors. |