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 The Old Familiar Faces

    I es, I have had companions,

    In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days;

    All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

    I have been laughing, I have been carousing,

    Drinking late, sitting late, h my bosom cronies;

    All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

    I loved a Love once, fairest among women:

    Closed are  not see her;

    All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

    I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man:

    Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly;

    Left o muse on the old familiar faces.

    G-like I paced round ts of my childhood,

    Eart I o traverse,

    Seeking to find the old familiar faces.

    Friend of my bosom, ther,

    not thers dwelling?

    So migalk of the old familiar faces;

    me,

    And some are taken from me; all are departed;

    All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

 Composed at Midnight

    From broken visions of perturbed rest

    I art, and fear to sleep again.

    otal a privation of all sounds,

    Sigs, man, bird, beast,

    ree, or flo of heaven.

    to catche drowsy cry

    Of tche noise

    Of revel reeling  cups.

    the dying man,

    less moans.

    And interrupted only by a cough

    Consumptive, torturing ted lungs.

    So in tterness of death he lies,

    And s in anguis.

    can t do for  restore?

    S taste, faint sense, affecting notices,

    And little images of pleasures past,

    Of ive life-- yet slain,

    Nor ther grace of life, a good name, sold

    For sins black wages. On edious bed

    urns ,

    And finds no comfort in t says

    quot; comes I s a little rest.quot;

    Some fehere an end.

    tis darkness and conjecture all beyond;

    eak Nature fears, ty must hope,

    And Fancy, most licentious on suchemes

    reverence will  e,

    ockd  down,

    By her enormous fablings and mad lies,

    Discredit on truths

    And salutary fears. ts,

    Poet, or prose declaimer, on his couch

    Lolling, like one indifferent, fabricates

    A heave of gold, where he, and such as he,

    their heels

    itread tars

    Beneat, , far removed

    From damned spirits, and torturing cries

    Of men, h,

    As he self-same bread,

    Belike his kindred or companions once--

    ting ages now divorced,

    In corments to repent

    S years of folly on eartheir groans unheard

    In  nor pity feels, nor care,

    For tenced--pity migurb

    te sense and most divine repose

    Of spirits angelical. Blessed be God,

    ts is not fixd

    By mans erroneous standard. he discerns

    No suce difference and vast

    Bet t, to doom

    Suciond fates. Compared h him,

    No man on eart

    Stand in  approved, w

    ttle croue cast, and yield

    to he praise, his due.

 Hester

    er die

    t well supply,

    try

    ith vain endeavour.

    A month she been dead,

    Yet cannot I by force be led

    to the wormy bed

    And ogether.

    A springy motion in ,

    A rising step, did indicate

    Of pride and joy no common rate,

    t flus:

    I kno by w name beside

    I s call: if t pride,

    It o t allied,

    S.

    s he Quaker rule,

    he human feeling cool;

    But sraind in Natures school;

    Nature  her.

    A waking eye, a prying mind;

    A  t stirs, is o bind;

    A  ye cannot blind;

    Ye could not er.

    My sprightly neighbour! gone before

    to t unkno shore,

    S meet, as ofore,

    Some summer morning;

    hy cheerful eyes a ray

    ruck a bliss upon the day,

    A bliss t  go away,

    A s forewarning?

 To a River in Which a Child Was Drowned

    Smiling river, smiling river,

    On thy bosom sun-beams play;

    ting and retreating,

    t more deceit they.

    In thy channel,

    Cones,

    Deep immersed, and unhearsed,

    Lies young Edwards corse: his bones.

    Ever wening, ever wening,

    As t them dash;

    torrent, in t,

    S o wash.

    As if senseless, as if senseless

    this case;

    so blindly, and unkindly,

    It destroyd, it now does grace.

 Queen Orianas Dream

    On a bank h roses shaded,

    scent ts aided,

    Violets wh alone

    Yields but feeble smell or none

    (Ser bed Jove neer reposed on

    hen his eyes Olympus closed on),

    hile oerhead six slaves did hold

    Canopy of cloth ogold,

    And two more did music keep,

    Juno lull to sleep,

    Oriana, who was queen

    to ty tamerlane,

    t he land

    Bethrace and Samarchand,

    ide fervour beamd,

    Mused o sleep, and dreamd.

    train,

    A young poet soothed his vein,

    But he had nor prose nor numbers

    to express a princesss slumbers.--

    Youtrange fancies,

    as deep versed in old romances,

    And could talk whole hours upon

    t Cer John,--

    tell the Sophi

    From tartar rophy--

    of,

    t e of--

    But ion

    Kept not pace ention

    ty suns did rise and set,

    And ;

    But, unable to proceed,

    Mad a virtue out of need,

    And, his labours wiselier deemd of,

    Did omit he queen dreamd of.

 On the Sight of Swans in Kensington Gardens

    Queen-Brid t sittest on t,

    And ts  sorrow c,

    And t c

    Lest te mot molest:

    Sal cradle,

    Brig

    first

    Strong, active, graceful, perfect, swan-like able

    to tread ters y.

    Unlike poor hs, conceived in sin,

    In grief brougwardly and in

    Confessing y.

    Did ures own successions line,

    to yours would shine.

 Work

    invented he free

    And  down

    to ting importunity

    Of business in town--

    to ploug sad

    to t dry drudgery at the desks dead wood?

    t, alien from good,

    Sabbatan! he who his unglad

    task ever plies mid rotatory burnings,

    t round and round incalculably reel--

    For h made him like a wheel--

    In t red realm from wurnings:

    oiling, and turmoiling, ever and aye

    s, keep pensive working-day.

 Leisure

    talk of time, and of times galling yoke,

    t like a millstone on mans mind doth press,

    hich only works and business can redress:

    Of divine Leisure such foul lies are spoke,

    ounding s roke.

    But mig meditation,

    Assoiled live from t fiend Occupation--

    Improbus Labor, ws h broke--

    Id drink of times ric:

    Fling in more days t to make the gem

    t croop of Methusalem:

    Yea on my ake, and never forfeit,

    Like Atlas bearing up ty sky,

    t burternity.

    Deus Nobis ia Fecit.

 Angel Help

    tablet doth include

    Poverty itude.

    Past midnigh spun,

    And yet t half done,

    supply from earnings scant

    A feeble bed-rid parents .

    ion ask

    And ake up task;

    Unseen the rock and spindle ply,

    And do hly drudgery.

    Sleep, saintly poor one! sleep, sleep on;

    And, hey labours done.

    Perc by her dreams;

    the golden gleams,

    Angelic presence testifying,

    t round her everywhere are flying;

    Ostents from which she may presume,

    t muche room.

    Skirting  hey run,

    And to the sunny add more sun:

    No aged face they fix,

    Streaming from the Crucifix;

    t disabusing,

    Death-disarming sleeps infusing,

    Prelibations, foretastes high,

    And equal ts to live or die.

    Gardener bright from Edens bower,

    tend  lily flower;

    to its leaves and root infuse

    heavens sunshine, heavens dews.

    tis a type, and tis a pledge,

    Of a crowning privilege.

    Careful as t lily flower,

    t keep her precious dower;

    Live a sainted Maid, or die

    Martyr to virginity.

 On An Infant Dying As Soon as Born

    I saw whe shroud did lurk

    A curious frame of Nature¡¯s work;

    A flo crushe bud,

    A nameless piece of Babyhood,

    as in her cradle-coffin lying;

    Extinct, he sense of dying:

    So soon to exche imprisoning womb

    For darker closets of tomb!

    S ope an eye, and put

    A clear beam fortraig

    For to see

    tality.

    Riddle of destiny, who can show

    t visit meant, or know

    thy errand here below?

    S Nature blind

    Checkd her hand, and changed her mind,

    Just

    A finistern  fault?

    Could sire,

    Or lackd shean fire

    (ith her nine moons long workings sickend)

    t stle limbs have quickend?

    Limbs so firm, to assure

    Life of ure:

    omans self in miniature!

    Limbs so fair, t supply

    (t cold imagery)

    tor to make Beauty by.

    Or did tern-eyed Fate descry

    t babe or mot die;

    So in mercy left tock

    And cut to save the shock

    Of young years he pain

    ate comes back again

    to t of wife,

    thenceforward drags a maim¨¨d life?

    the economy of heaven is dark,

    And  clerks he mark,

    his, should fall,

    More brief than fly ephemeral

    t has his day; while shrivelld crones

    Stiffen o stocks and stones;

    And crabb¨¨d use the conscience sears

    In sinners of an hundred years.

    Mottle, mothers kiss,

    Baby fond, t miss:

    Rites, wom does impose,

    Silver bells, and baby clothes;

    Coral redder those lips

    e eclipse;

    Music framed for infants glee,

    le never tuned for thee;

    tst not, t hem,

    Loving s hem.

    Let not one be missing; nurse,

    See the hearse

    Of infant slain by doom perverse.

    hy should kings and nobles have

    Pictured tropo their grave,

    And hee deny

    tty toys o lie;

    A more y?

 She is Going

    For ters hair

    Marth prepare

    Of bridal rose, ornate and gay:

    to-morrohe wedding day.

    She is going

    Mary, youngest of three,

    Laughing idler, full of glee,

    Arm in arm does fondly chain her,

    trifler, to detain her--

    She is going

    Vex not, maidens, nor regret

    to part .

    Cay

    Long hin doors: and one day

    She is going

 To a Young Friend On Her Twenty-First Birthday

    Crown me a c, while I pray

    A blessing on thy years, young Isola;

    Young, but no more a c have flown

    to me times, a woman grown

    Beneath my heedless eyes! in vain I rack

    My fancy to believe the almanac,

    t speaks ty-One. t ill

    remaind a c thy sovereign will

    Gambold about our imes past.

    Ungrateful Emma, to gro,

    ening to leave tent,

    Fond Runagate, be t:

    After some ty years, spent in such bliss

    As till we miss

    Sometire, mayst thou grow old

    As ! t wish was cold.

    O far more aged and ill folks say,

    Looking upon thee reverend in decay,

    quot;tues rare,

    ited Grandsire may compare.quot;

    Grandc respected Isola,

    t  this day

    Kind looks of Parents, to congratulate

    to ate.

    But t to advance

    tunes , and oo chance

    ture grudged. And t find,

    Or make suc blind

    to t last strain

    oo muc. fill again

    Anot, while I say

    quot; Isola.quot;

 A Child

    A ching for an hour;

    Its pretty tricks ry

    For t or for a longer space¡ª

    tire, and lay it by.

    But I kne to itself

    All seasons could control;

    t would he sense of pain

    Out of a griev¨¨d soul.

    traggler into loving arms,

    Young climber-up of knees,

    thousand ways

    then life and all shall cease.