Selected PoemsJames R. Osgood and Company, 1876 - 218 psl. |
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... thee me to name ? I am thy spirit , yoke - fellow , Of thine eye I am eyebeam . ' Thou art the unanswered question ; Couldst see thy proper eye , Alway it asketh , asketh ; And each answer is a lie . So take thy quest through nature ...
... thee me to name ? I am thy spirit , yoke - fellow , Of thine eye I am eyebeam . ' Thou art the unanswered question ; Couldst see thy proper eye , Alway it asketh , asketh ; And each answer is a lie . So take thy quest through nature ...
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... thee from the hill - top looking down ; The heifer that lows in the upland farm , Far - heard , lows not thine ear to charm ; The sexton , tolling his bell at noon , Deems not that great Napoleon Stops his horse , and lists with delight ...
... thee from the hill - top looking down ; The heifer that lows in the upland farm , Far - heard , lows not thine ear to charm ; The sexton , tolling his bell at noon , Deems not that great Napoleon Stops his horse , and lists with delight ...
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... Or the speeding change of water , Or out of the good of evil born , Came Uriel's voice of cherub scorn , And a blush tinged the upper sky , And the gods shook , they knew not why . TO RHEA . THEE , dear friend , a brother 20 URIEL .
... Or the speeding change of water , Or out of the good of evil born , Came Uriel's voice of cherub scorn , And a blush tinged the upper sky , And the gods shook , they knew not why . TO RHEA . THEE , dear friend , a brother 20 URIEL .
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... thee unexpressed ; For when love has once departed From the eyes of the false - hearted , And one by one has torn off quite The bandages of purple light ; Though thou wert the loveliest Form the soul had ever dressed , Thou shalt seem ...
... thee unexpressed ; For when love has once departed From the eyes of the false - hearted , And one by one has torn off quite The bandages of purple light ; Though thou wert the loveliest Form the soul had ever dressed , Thou shalt seem ...
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... thee would Allah teach , And lift thee to his holy mount , He sends thee from his bitter fount 66 Wormwood , saying , Go thy ways , Drink not the Malaga of praise , But do the deed thy fellows hate , And compromise thy peaceful state ...
... thee would Allah teach , And lift thee to his holy mount , He sends thee from his bitter fount 66 Wormwood , saying , Go thy ways , Drink not the Malaga of praise , But do the deed thy fellows hate , And compromise thy peaceful state ...
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73 psl. - IF the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near ; Shadow and sunlight are the same ; The vanished gods to me appear ; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out ; When me they fly, I am the wings ; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
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16 psl. - The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tables yet unbroken; The word by seers or sibyls told, In groves of oak, or fanes of gold, Still floats upon the morning wind, Still whispers to the willing mind. One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world hath never lost.
58 psl. - In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, 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.
186 psl. - TERMINUS. IT is time to be old, To take in sail : The god of bounds, Who sets to seas a shore, Came to me in his fatal rounds, And said : ' No more ! No farther shoot Thy broad ambitious branches, and thy root. Fancy departs : no more invent ; Contract thy firmament To compass of a tent.
203 psl. - My angel his name is Freedom Choose him to be your king; He shall cut pathways east and west, And fend you with his wing.
13 psl. - Pine cones and acorns lay on the ground; Over me soared the eternal sky, Full of light and of deity; Again I saw, again I heard. The rolling river, the morning bird; Beauty through my senses stole; I yielded myself to the perfect whole.
70 psl. - Tis mine, my children's and my name's. How sweet the west wind sounds in my own trees! How graceful climb those shadows on my hill! I fancy these pure waters and the flags Know me, as does my dog: we sympathize; And, I affirm, my actions smack of the soil.
11 psl. - She melted into purple cloud, She silvered in the moon ; She spired into a yellow flame ; She flowered in blossoms red; She flowed into a foaming wave ; She stood Monadnoc's head. Thorough a thousand voices Spoke the universal dame : " Who telleth one of my meanings,
15 psl. - Earth proudly wears the Parthenon, As the best gem upon her zone ; And Morning opes with haste her lids, To gaze upon the Pyramids...