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651 psl. - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist; Not its semblance but itself; no beauty, nor good nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour. The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard...
495 psl. - Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the branches sang, Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
509 psl. - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right ; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise ; I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ! and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
677 psl. - Do you know the blackened timber do you know that racing stream With the raw, right-angled log-jam at the end; And the bar of sun-warmed shingle where a man may bask and dream To the click of shod canoe-poles round the bend? It is there that we are going with our rods and reels and traces, To a silent, smoky Indian that we know To a couch of new-pulled hemlock with the starlight on our faces, For the Red Gods call us out and we must go ! They must go go, etc.
732 psl. - ... who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sin, should live unto righteousness : by whose stripes ye were healed.
677 psl. - Do you know the world's white roof-tree do you know that windy rift Where the baffling mountain-eddies chop and change ? Do you know the long day's patience, bellydown on frozen drift, While the head of heads is feeding out of range ? It is there that I am going, where the boulders and the snow lie, With a trusty, nimble tracker that I know.
146 psl. - All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all.
648 psl. - That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true; Such is life's trial, as old earth smiles and knows If you loved only what were worth your love, Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you: Make the low nature better by your throes! Give earth yourself, go up for gain above!
26 psl. - As a matter of fact, an intelligent person, looking out of his eyes and hearkening in his ears, with a smile on his face all the time, will get more true education than many another in a life of heroic vigils. There is certainly some chill and arid knowledge to be found upon the summits of formal and laborious science ; but it is all round about you, and for the trouble of looking, that you will acquire the warm and palpitating facts of life.