Complete Works, 9 tomasHoughton Mifflin & Company, 1888 |
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... 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 ...
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... doth not rise , And Nature has miscarried wholly Into failure , into folly . " ' Alas ! thine is the bankruptcy , Blessed Nature so to see . Come , lay thee in my soothing shade , And heal the hurts which sin has made . I see thee in ...
... doth not rise , And Nature has miscarried wholly Into failure , into folly . " ' Alas ! thine is the bankruptcy , Blessed Nature so to see . Come , lay thee in my soothing shade , And heal the hurts which sin has made . I see thee in ...
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... doth escape , Like wave or flame , into new forms Of gem , and air , of plants , and worms . I , that to - day am a pine , Yesterday was a bundle of grass . He is free and libertine , Pouring of his power the wine To every age , to ...
... doth escape , Like wave or flame , into new forms Of gem , and air , of plants , and worms . I , that to - day am a pine , Yesterday was a bundle of grass . He is free and libertine , Pouring of his power the wine To every age , to ...
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... doth this round sky - cleaving boat Which never strains its rocky beams ; Whose timbers , as they silent float , Alps and Caucasus uprear , And the long Alleghanies here , And all town - sprinkled lands that be , Sailing through stars ...
... doth this round sky - cleaving boat Which never strains its rocky beams ; Whose timbers , as they silent float , Alps and Caucasus uprear , And the long Alleghanies here , And all town - sprinkled lands that be , Sailing through stars ...
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... 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 ...
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agrimony bard beast and flower beauty Behold beneath bird blood boughs brain breath bring cheer child churl climb cloud cold Count your change crystal coast Dæmon dark delight doth dream earth eternal eyes Fate feet fire Fires gardens flame flow flowers forest garden genius glow gods grace hand hast hath hear heard heaven hills Jove lake land light lover maid mind moon morn mould mountain mountain heart Muse Nature Nature's never night o'er ordered band pine plant poet polar night race rhyme rose round Saadi sail scorn secret shine sing skies sleep smile snow soft song sons of intellect soul sphere Spring stars stream sweet thee thine things thou thought throbbing TITMOUSE town trees voice walls wave wild wind wine wing Migrate wings wise wood youth
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16 psl. - Out from the heart of nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old; The litanies of nations came, Like the volcano's tongue of flame, Up from the burning core below, The canticles of love and woe.
15 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.
17 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; O'er England's abbeys bends the sky, As on its friends, with kindred eye; For out of Thought's interior sphere These wonders rose to upper air; And Nature gladly gave them place, Adopted them into her race, And granted them an equal date With Andes and with Ararat. These temples grew as grows the grass; Art might obey, but not surpass. The passive Master lent his hand...
243 psl. - Though love repine, and reason chafe, There came a voice without reply, — "Tis man's perdition to be safe, When for the truth he ought to die.
231 psl. - CHARACTER The sun set; but set not his hope: Stars rose; his faith was earlier up: Fixed on the enormous galaxy, Deeper and older seemed his eye: And matched his sufferance sublime The taciturnity of time. He spoke, and words more soft than rain Brought the Age of Gold again: His action won such reverence sweet, As hid all measure of the feat...
170 psl. - BRAHMA 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.
14 psl. - I thought the sparrow's note from heaven, Singing at dawn on the alder bough; I brought him home, in his nest, at even; He sings the song, but it cheers not now, For I did not bring home the river and sky; — He sang to my ear, — they sang to my eye.
139 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.
171 psl. - 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. The strong gods pine for my abode, And pine in vain the sacred Seven; But thou, meek lover of the good! Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.
180 psl. - So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can.