PoemsJ. Munroe & Company, 1847 - 251 psl. |
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... , ODE TO BEAUTY , GIVE ALL TO LOVE , TO ELLEN , · • · TO EVA , • · • · PAGE . • 59 · 60 64 65 67 75 • 94 115 117 123 126 128 • 129 130 131 133 135 • • 136 • 141 144 147 PAGE . THE AMULET , THINE EYES STILL SHINED , CONTENTS .
... , ODE TO BEAUTY , GIVE ALL TO LOVE , TO ELLEN , · • · TO EVA , • · • · PAGE . • 59 · 60 64 65 67 75 • 94 115 117 123 126 128 • 129 130 131 133 135 • • 136 • 141 144 147 PAGE . THE AMULET , THINE EYES STILL SHINED , CONTENTS .
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... Give me agates for my meat ; Give me cantharids to eat ; From air and ocean bring me foods , From all zones and altitudes ; From all natures , sharp and slimy , Salt and basalt , wild and tame : Tree and lichen , ape , sea - lion , Bird ...
... Give me agates for my meat ; Give me cantharids to eat ; From air and ocean bring me foods , From all zones and altitudes ; From all natures , sharp and slimy , Salt and basalt , wild and tame : Tree and lichen , ape , sea - lion , Bird ...
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... give my rafters to his boat , My billets to his boiler's throat ; And I will swim the ancient sea , To float my child to victory , And grant to dwellers with the pine Dominion o'er the palm and vine . Westward I ope the forest gates ...
... give my rafters to his boat , My billets to his boiler's throat ; And I will swim the ancient sea , To float my child to victory , And grant to dwellers with the pine Dominion o'er the palm and vine . Westward I ope the forest gates ...
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... gives them all who all renounce . The rain comes when the wind calls ; The river knows the way to the sea ; Without a pilot it runs and falls , Blessing all lands with its charity ; The sea tosses and foams to find Its way up to the ...
... gives them all who all renounce . The rain comes when the wind calls ; The river knows the way to the sea ; Without a pilot it runs and falls , Blessing all lands with its charity ; The sea tosses and foams to find Its way up to the ...
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... . With one drop sheds form and feature ; With the second a special nature ; The third adds heat's indulgent spark ; The fourth gives light which eats the dark ; In the fifth drop himself he flings , And conscious WOODNOTES . 91.
... . With one drop sheds form and feature ; With the second a special nature ; The third adds heat's indulgent spark ; The fourth gives light which eats the dark ; In the fifth drop himself he flings , And conscious WOODNOTES . 91.
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agrimony amulets astronomy bard beauty bird blessed blood boughs breeze brook Canst child churl cloud Cossack Dæmon dear deep delight divine doth draw earth eternal eyebeam Fakirs fall Fate feet flame flowers forest forest fall forever genius German glow gods GOETHE grace Hafiz hast hath Hearken heaven Heed hill Houris JAMES MUNROE JEAN PAUL RICHTER Jove juice land leaves light lore lover maid melt mind morning mountain Muse Nature Nature's never o'er pale Pentecost pine pine-tree plant Pleiads POEMS poet Price 50 cents pulse race rhyme rose round Saadi SAMUEL OSGOOD scorn secret seek shadow shines sings song soul sphere Sphinx star sunbeam sweet thee thine eye things thou thou shalt thought throbbing thrush thy heart Translated tree Twill unto Uriel volume wave wild wind wise wood
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250 psl. - BY the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world.
72 psl. - The timid it concerns to ask their way, And fear what foe in caves and swamps can stray, To make no step until the event is known, And ills to come as evils past bemoan. Not so the wise ; no coward watch he keeps To spy what danger on his pathway creeps ; Go where he will, the wise man is at home, His hearth the earth, — his hall the azure dome ; Where his clear spirit leads him, there's his road, By God's own light illumined and foreshowed.
141 psl. - T is a brave master; Let it have scope: Follow it utterly, Hope beyond hope: High and more high It dives into noon, With wing unspent, Untold intent; But it is a god, Knows its own path And the outlets of the sky. It was never for the mean; It requireth courage stout. Souls above doubt, Valor unbending, It will reward,-- They shall return More than they were, And ever ascending.
12 psl. - In stings of remorse. Have I a lover Who is noble and free ? — I would he were nobler Than to love me. " Eterne alternation Now follows, now flies ; And under pain, pleasure, — Under pleasure, pain lies. ;/ *••< Love works at the centre, Heart-heaving alway ; Forth speed the strong pulses To the borders of day. " Dull Sphinx, Jove keep thy five wits ; Thy sight is growing blear; Rue, myrrh and cummin for the Sphinx, __~- Her muddy eyes to clear...
53 psl. - Where are these men ? Asleep beneath their grounds And strangers, fond as they, their furrows plough. Earth laughs in flowers, to see her boastful boys Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs ; Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet Clear of the grave.
138 psl. - Olympian bards who sung Divine ideas below, Which always find us young, And always keep us so.
29 psl. - Or by knowledge grown too bright To hit the nerve of feebler sight. Straightway, a forgetting wind Stole over the celestial kind, And their lips the secret kept, If in ashes the fire-seed slept. But now and then, truth-speaking things Shamed the angels...
120 psl. - And ride mankind. There are two laws discrete, Not reconciled — Law for man, and law for thing; The last builds town and fleet, But it runs wild, And doth the man unking.
121 psl. - Let man serve law for man; Live for friendship, live for love, For truth's and harmony's behoof; The state may follow how it can, As Olympus follows Jove.
59 psl. - Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool, Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array. Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, 0 rival of the rose!