PoemsJ. Munroe & Company, 1847 - 251 psl. |
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... lost . I know what say the fathers wise , - The Book itself before me lies , Old Chrysostom , best Augustine , And he who blent both in his line , The younger Golden Lips or mines , Taylor , the Shakspeare of divines . His words are ...
... lost . I know what say the fathers wise , - The Book itself before me lies , Old Chrysostom , best Augustine , And he who blent both in his line , The younger Golden Lips or mines , Taylor , the Shakspeare of divines . His words are ...
128 psl.
... sorrow put my books away ? Thereby are two days lost : Nature shall , mind her own affairs ; I will attend my proper cares , In rain , or sun , or frost . COMPENSATION . WHY should I keep holiday When other men 128 XXVIII.
... sorrow put my books away ? Thereby are two days lost : Nature shall , mind her own affairs ; I will attend my proper cares , In rain , or sun , or frost . COMPENSATION . WHY should I keep holiday When other men 128 XXVIII.
139 psl.
... lost their way . Thee gliding through the sea of form , Like the lightning through the storm , Somewhat not to be possessed , Somewhat not to be caressed , No feet so fleet could ever find , No perfect form could ever bind . Thou ...
... lost their way . Thee gliding through the sea of form , Like the lightning through the storm , Somewhat not to be possessed , Somewhat not to be caressed , No feet so fleet could ever find , No perfect form could ever bind . Thou ...
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... lost , Cried him up and down the coast , In hamlets , palaces , and parks , And told the truant by his marks , Golden curls , and quiver , and bow . This befell long ago . - Time and tide are strangely changed , Men and manners much ...
... lost , Cried him up and down the coast , In hamlets , palaces , and parks , And told the truant by his marks , Golden curls , and quiver , and bow . This befell long ago . - Time and tide are strangely changed , Men and manners much ...
176 psl.
... lost are eased . Love's hearts are faithful , but not fond , Bound for the just , but not beyond ; Not glad , as the low - loving herd , Of self in other still preferred , But they have heartily designed The benefit of broad mankind ...
... lost are eased . Love's hearts are faithful , but not fond , Bound for the just , but not beyond ; Not glad , as the low - loving herd , Of self in other still preferred , But they have heartily designed The benefit of broad mankind ...
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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!