PoemsJ. Munroe & Company, 1847 - 251 psl. |
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72 psl.
... doth flow , The wind may alter twenty ways , A tempest cannot blow ; It may blow north , it still is warm ; Or south , it still is clear ; Or east , it smells like a clover - farm ; Or west , no thunder fear . The musing peasant lowly ...
... doth flow , The wind may alter twenty ways , A tempest cannot blow ; It may blow north , it still is warm ; Or south , it still is clear ; Or east , it smells like a clover - farm ; Or west , no thunder fear . The musing peasant lowly ...
87 psl.
... and in vain ; It cannot be , I will look again ; Surely now will the curtain rise , And earth's fit tenant me surprise ; But the curtain doth not rise , And Nature has miscarried wholly Into failure , into folly WOODNOTES . 87 &
... and in vain ; It cannot be , I will look again ; Surely now will the curtain rise , And earth's fit tenant me surprise ; But the curtain doth not rise , And Nature has miscarried wholly Into failure , into folly WOODNOTES . 87 &
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... the vast mass became vast ocean . Onward and on , the eternal Pan , Who layeth the world's incessant plan , Halteth never in one shape , But forever doth escape , Like wave or flame , into new forms Of gem 90 WOODNOTES .
... the vast mass became vast ocean . Onward and on , the eternal Pan , Who layeth the world's incessant plan , Halteth never in one shape , But forever doth escape , Like wave or flame , into new forms Of gem 90 WOODNOTES .
113 psl.
... doth dispense ; Shedding on all its snows and leaves , One joy it joys , one grief it grieves . Thou seest , O watchman tall , Our towns and races grow and fall , And imagest the stable good For which we all our lifetime grope , In ...
... doth dispense ; Shedding on all its snows and leaves , One joy it joys , one grief it grieves . Thou seest , O watchman tall , Our towns and races grow and fall , And imagest the stable good For which we all our lifetime grope , In ...
120 psl.
... doth the man unking . ' Tis fit the forest fall , The steep be graded , The mountain tunnelled , The sand shaded , The orchard planted , The glebe tilled , The prairie granted , The steamer built . Let man serve law for man ; Live for ...
... doth the man unking . ' Tis fit the forest fall , The steep be graded , The mountain tunnelled , The sand shaded , The orchard planted , The glebe tilled , The prairie granted , The steamer built . Let man serve law for man ; Live for ...
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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!