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The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

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For transient sorrows, simple wiles,<br />

Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.<br />

And now I see with eye serene,<br />

<strong>The</strong> very pulse <strong>of</strong> the machine;<br />

A being breathing thoughtful breath,<br />

A traveller betwixt life and death;<br />

<strong>The</strong> reason firm, the temperate will,<br />

Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;<br />

A perfect woman, nobly planned,<br />

To warn, to comfort, and command;<br />

And yet a spirit still, and bright<br />

With something <strong>of</strong> angelic light.<br />

‘She was a phantom <strong>of</strong> delight’ (1807)<br />

For still, the more he works, the more<br />

Do his weak ankles swell.<br />

‘Simon Lee’ (1798)<br />

A slumber did my spirit seal;<br />

I had no human fears:<br />

She seemed a thing that could not feel<br />

<strong>The</strong> touch <strong>of</strong> earthly years.<br />

No motion has she now, no force;<br />

She neither hears nor sees;<br />

Rolled round in earth’s diurnal course,<br />

With rocks, and stones, and trees.<br />

‘A slumber did my spirit seal’ (1800)<br />

Love had he found in huts where poor men lie;<br />

His daily teachers had been woods and rills,<br />

<strong>The</strong> silence that is in the starry sky,<br />

<strong>The</strong> sleep that is among the lonely hills.<br />

‘Song at the Feast <strong>of</strong> Brougham Castle’ (1807)<br />

O Man, that from thy fair and shining youth<br />

Age might but take the things Youth needed not!<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Small Celandine’ (<strong>The</strong>re is a flower, 1807)<br />

What fond and wayward thoughts will slide<br />

Into a Lover’s head!<br />

‘O mercy!’ to myself I cried,<br />

‘If Lucy should be dead!’<br />

‘Strange Fits <strong>of</strong> Passion’ (1800)<br />

Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind<br />

I turned to share the transport—Oh! with whom

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