The clouds that gather round the setting sun

Do take a sober colouring from an eye

That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.

Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 11.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give

Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 11.

Two voices are there: one is of the sea,

One of the mountains,—each a mighty voice.

Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland.