“With heart as calm as lakes that sleep,
In frosty moonlight glistening;
Or mountain rivers, where they creep
Along a channel smooth and deep,
To their own far-off murmurs listening.”

          
                                                                  Memory.

“Leave to the nightingale her shady wood;
A privacy of glorious light is thine;
Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood
Of harmony, with instinct more divine.”

          
                                                                  To a Skylark.

“And this huge Castle, standing here sublime,
I love to see the look with which it braves—­
Cas’d in th’ unfeeling armour of old time—­
The lightning, the fierce wind, and trampling waves.”

          
                                                                                      Peele Castle.

“Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark;
The happiest bird that sprang out of the Ark!”
A Morning Exercise.

“One who was suffering tumult in his soul,
Yet fail’d to seek the sure relief of prayer,
Went forth,—­his course surrendering to the care
Of the fierce wind, while midday lightnings prowl
Insidiously, untimely thunders growl;
While trees, dim-seen, in frenzied numbers tear
The lingering remnants of their yellow hair.”

          
                                                                      Mis.  Son., Pt. ii. 15.

“So deem’d the man who fashion’d for the sense
These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof
Self-pois’d, and scoop’d into ten thousand cells,
Where light and shade repose, where music dwells
Lingering,—­and wandering on as loth to die.”

“But, from the arms of silence,—­list, O list!—­
The music bursteth into second life;
The notes luxuriate, every stone is kiss’d
By sound, or ghost of sound, in mazy strife.”

          
                                                        Eccle.  Son., Pt. iii. 43, 44.

“The towering headlands, crown’d with mist,
Their feet among the billows, know
That Ocean is a mighty harmonist.”

          
                                                      Power of Sound.

                               “Whate’er

I saw, or heard, or felt, was but a stream
That flow’d into a kindred stream; a gale
Confederate with the current of the soul,
To speed my voyage.”

          “Past and Future are the wings

On whose support harmoniously conjoin’d
Moves the great spirit of human knowledge.”

          
                                                                        Prelude, Book vi.