...Only that film, which fluttered on the grate, Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing. Metliinks, its motion in this hush of nature Gives it dim sympathies...freaks the idling Spirit By its own moods interprets, every where Echo or mirror seeking of itself, And makes a toy of Thought. But O ! how oft, How oft,...

...nature Gives it ¡lim sympathies with mo who live, M.-ikmg it a com|>anionable form, Whose puny (laps and freaks the idling Spirit By its own moods interprets,...seeking of itself, And makes a toy of Thought. But 0 ! how oft. How oft, at school, with most believing mind J'rcsagcful, have I gazed u|xm the l«irs,...

...on my low burnt fire, and quivers not ; Only that film, which fluttered on the grate, Still nutters there, the sole unquiet thing. Methinks, its motion...freaks the idling Spirit By its own moods interprets, every where Echo or mirror seeking of itself, And makes a toy of Thought. ' But 0 ! how oft, How oft,...

...hill, and wood, This populous village ! Sea, and hill, and wood, With all the numberless goings on of life, Inaudible as dreams ! the thin blue flame...freaks the idling spirit By its own moods interprets, every where Echo or mirror seeking of itself, And makes a toy of thought. But O ! how oft, How oft,...

...hush of nature ™v«t it dim sympathies with me who live, J™*? it a companionable form, Vit">» enness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare bra [•'.ill" or mirror seeking of itself, And makea • toy of Thought But O ! how oft. How oft, at school,...

...! The thin blue flame Lies on my low burnt fire, and quivers not ; Only that film, which flutter'd on the grate, Still flutters there, the sole unquiet...idling Spirit By its own moods interprets, everywhere Echo or mirror seeking of itself, And makes a toy of Thought. Having apostrophized his little sleeping...

...which fluttered on the grate Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing. Hethinks its motion in the hush of Nature Gives it dim sympathies with me who...spirit By its own moods interprets — everywhere Echo or mirror-seeking of itself. Perhaps we must set him beside Wordsworth before we can fully appreciate...

...dreams ! the ihm blue flame Tjes on my low burnt fire, and quivers not ; Only that tilm, which flutter'd on the grate, Still flutters there, the sole unquiet...form, Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit By ils own moods interprets, everywhere Echo or mirror seeking of itself, And makes a toy of Thought....

...hill, and wood, This populous village ! Sea, and hill, and wood, With all the numberless goings on of life, Inaudible as dreams ! the thin blue flame...freaks the idling Spirit By its own moods interprets, every where Echo or mirror seeking of itself, And makes a toy of Thought. But O ! how oft, How oft,...

...Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing. Methinks, its motion in this hush of nature Gives it deep sympathies with me who live, Making it a companionable...idling Spirit By its own moods interprets, everywhere Echo or mirror seeking of itself, And makes a toy of Thought. But O, how oft, How oft, at school, with...