PoemsChapman brothers, 1847 - 199 psl. |
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... present , hard Is the fortune of the bard Born out of time ; All his accomplishment From nature's utmost treasure spent Booteth not him . When the pine tosses its cones To the song of 50 THE SNOW STORM . WOOD NOTES: PART I.
... present , hard Is the fortune of the bard Born out of time ; All his accomplishment From nature's utmost treasure spent Booteth not him . When the pine tosses its cones To the song of 50 THE SNOW STORM . WOOD NOTES: PART I.
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... , Well embodied , well ensouled , He cools the present's fiery glow , Sets the life pulse strong , but slow . Bitter winds and fasts austere . His quarantines and grottos , where He slowly cures decrepit MONADNOC . 79.
... , Well embodied , well ensouled , He cools the present's fiery glow , Sets the life pulse strong , but slow . Bitter winds and fasts austere . His quarantines and grottos , where He slowly cures decrepit MONADNOC . 79.
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... present tense , And type of permanence , Firm ensign of the fatal Being , Amid these coward shapes of joy and grief That will not bide the seeing . Hither we bring Our insect miseries to the rocks , And the whole flight with pestering ...
... present tense , And type of permanence , Firm ensign of the fatal Being , Amid these coward shapes of joy and grief That will not bide the seeing . Hither we bring Our insect miseries to the rocks , And the whole flight with pestering ...
127 psl.
... , And his soul will melt in prayer , But word and wisdom are a snare ; Corrupted by the present toy , He follows joy , and only joy . There is no mask but he will wear , He invented oaths to swear , He paints , he INITIAL LOVE . 127.
... , And his soul will melt in prayer , But word and wisdom are a snare ; Corrupted by the present toy , He follows joy , and only joy . There is no mask but he will wear , He invented oaths to swear , He paints , he INITIAL LOVE . 127.
137 psl.
... Present , Future , shoot Triple blossoms from one root , Substances at base divided In their summits are united , There the holy Essence rolls , One through separated souls , And the sunny on sleeps Folding nature in its deeps , And ...
... Present , Future , shoot Triple blossoms from one root , Substances at base divided In their summits are united , There the holy Essence rolls , One through separated souls , And the sunny on sleeps Folding nature in its deeps , And ...
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100 psl. - FORBEARANCE Hast thou named all the birds without a gun? Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk? At rich men's tables eaten bread and pulse? Unarmed, faced danger with a heart of trust? And loved so well a high behavior, In man or maid, that thou from speech refrained, Nobility more nobly to repay? O, be my friend, and teach me to be thine!
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