Poems, 1 tomasTicknor and Fields, 1859 - 448 psl. |
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... thoughts in the translucent fane Of her still spirit ; locks not wide dispread , Madonna - wise on either side her head ; Sweet lips whereon perpetually did reign . The summer calm of golden charity , Were fixed shadows of thy fixed ...
... thoughts in the translucent fane Of her still spirit ; locks not wide dispread , Madonna - wise on either side her head ; Sweet lips whereon perpetually did reign . The summer calm of golden charity , Were fixed shadows of thy fixed ...
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... Though deep , not fathomless , Was cloven with the million stars that tremble O'er the deep mind of dauntless infancy . Small thought was there of life's distress ; For sure she deemed no mist of earth could dull ODE TO MEMORY . 31.
... Though deep , not fathomless , Was cloven with the million stars that tremble O'er the deep mind of dauntless infancy . Small thought was there of life's distress ; For sure she deemed no mist of earth could dull ODE TO MEMORY . 31.
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... An open scroll , Before him lay with echoing feet he threaded The secret'st walks of fame : The viewless arrows of his thoughts were headed And winged with flame , Like Indian reeds blown from his silver tongue , And.
... An open scroll , Before him lay with echoing feet he threaded The secret'st walks of fame : The viewless arrows of his thoughts were headed And winged with flame , Like Indian reeds blown from his silver tongue , And.
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... thought , " My spirit is here alone , Walks forgotten , and is forlorn . " V. Dreaming , she knew it was a dream : She felt he was and was not there . She woke the babble of the stream Fell , and without the steady glare Shrank the sick ...
... thought , " My spirit is here alone , Walks forgotten , and is forlorn . " V. Dreaming , she knew it was a dream : She felt he was and was not there . She woke the babble of the stream Fell , and without the steady glare Shrank the sick ...
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... thought . Far off from human neighborhood , Thou wert born , on a summer morn , A mile beneath the cedar - wood . Thy bounteous forehead was not fanned With breezes from our oaken glades , But thou wert nursed in some delicious land Of ...
... thought . Far off from human neighborhood , Thou wert born , on a summer morn , A mile beneath the cedar - wood . Thy bounteous forehead was not fanned With breezes from our oaken glades , But thou wert nursed in some delicious land Of ...
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362 psl. - The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
360 psl. - That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
364 psl. - So careful of the type ?" but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, " A thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. "Thou makest thine appeal to me: I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath: I know no more.
474 psl. - There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and goBut in my spirit will I dwell, And dream my dream, and hold it true ; For tho' my lips may breathe adieu, I cannot think the thing farewell.
112 psl. - Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, These three alone lead life to sovereign power. Yet not for power, (power of herself Would come uncalled for,) but to live by law, Acting the law we live by without fear; And because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
446 psl. - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good.
364 psl. - Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Tho...
281 psl. - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove; Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made.
384 psl. - So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be, How know I what had need of thee, For thou wert strong as thou wert true...
12 psl. - In the white curtain, to and fro, She saw the gusty shadow sway. But when the moon was very low, And wild winds bound within their cell, The shadow of the poplar fell Upon her bed, across her brow. She only said, " The night is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!