I found them blind, I taught them how to see;
And, now, they know me not, nor yet themselves.

Venetian; all thy Colouring is no more
Than Boulsterd Plasters on a Crooked Whore

I always take my judgment from a Fool
Because [I know he always judges] his judgment is so very Cool
Not prejudicd by feelings great or small
[Because we know] Amiable state he cannot feel at all

Secure in death he keeps the hearts he had;
Two women have forgot the bitter truth;
To one he is but her sweet little lad;
To one the husband of her youth.

S[tothard] in Childhood on the Nursery floor
Was extreme Old & most extremely poor
He is grown old & rich & what he will
He is extreme old & extreme poor still

How bright this weird autumnal eve—
While the wild twilight clings around,
Clothing the grasses every-where,
With scarce a dream of sound!

The high horizon's northern line,
With many a silent-leaping spire,
Seems a dark shore—a sea of flame—
Quick, crawling waves of fire!

I stand in dusky solitude,
October breathing low and chill,
And watch the far-off blaze that leaps
At the wind's wayward will.

These boundless fields, behold, once more,
Sea-like in vanish'd summers stir;
From vanish'd autumns comes the Fire—

Sail before the morning breeze
The Sporads through and Cyclades
They look like isles of absentees—
Gone whither?

You bless Apollo's cheering ray,
But Delos, his own isle, today
Not e'en a Selkirk there to pray
God friend me!

Scarce lone these groups, scarce lone and bare
When Theseus roved a Raleigh there,
Each isle a small Virginia fair—
Unravished.

Nor less through havoc fell they rue,
They still retain in outline true
Their grace of form when earth was new
And primal.

There never breathed a man who, when his life
Was closing, might not of that life relate
Toils long and hard.--The warrior will report
Of wounds, and bright swords flashing in the field,
And blast of trumpets. He who hath been doomed
To bow his forehead in the courts of kings,
Will tell of fraud and never-ceasing hate,
Envy and heart-inquietude, derived
From intricate cabals of treacherous friends.
I, who on shipboard lived from earliest youth,
Could represent the countenance horrible
Of the vexed waters, and the indignant rage

A few bold Patriots, Reliques of the Fight
That crushed the Gothic sovereignty of Spain,
Beneath Pelayo's guidance urged their flight.
And when their steps had measured [ ] Plain,
Crossed Deva's [ ] flood and [ ] snow-clad height,
And wound through depth of many a sunless Vale
On which the noontide dew lay wet and pale,
And now had reached Auseva's rugged breast,
The Leader turned, and from a jutting rock
Calm as a Shepherd beckoning to his flock
The little band addrest--
'Stop, Christian Warriors, faithful and undaunted,

High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you!
Thus in your books the record shall be found,
'A watchword was pronounced, a potent sound--
arminius!--all the people quaked like dew
Stirred by the breeze; they rose, a Nation, true,
True to herself--the mighty Germany,
She of the Danube and the Northern Sea,
She rose, and off at once the yoke she threw.
All power was given her in the dreadful trance;
Those new-born Kings she withered like a flame.'
--Woe to them all! but heaviest woe and shame
To that Bavarian who could first advance