PoemsChapman brothers, 1847 - 199 psl. |
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... Seemed to the holy festival , The rash word boded ill to all ; The balance - beam of Fate was bent ; The bonds of good and ill were rent ; Strong Hades could not keep his own . But all slid to confusion . A sad self - knowledge ...
... Seemed to the holy festival , The rash word boded ill to all ; The balance - beam of Fate was bent ; The bonds of good and ill were rent ; Strong Hades could not keep his own . But all slid to confusion . A sad self - knowledge ...
36 psl.
... seemed his Genius discreet Worked on the Maker's own receipt , And made each tide and element Stewards of stipend and of rent ; So that the common waters fell As costly wine into his well . He had so sped his wise affairs That he caught ...
... seemed his Genius discreet Worked on the Maker's own receipt , And made each tide and element Stewards of stipend and of rent ; So that the common waters fell As costly wine into his well . He had so sped his wise affairs That he caught ...
52 psl.
... seemed that nature could not raise A plant in any secret place , In quaking bog , on snowy hill , Beneath the grass that shades the rill , Under the snow , between the rocks , In damp fields known to bird and fox , But he would come in ...
... seemed that nature could not raise A plant in any secret place , In quaking bog , on snowy hill , Beneath the grass that shades the rill , Under the snow , between the rocks , In damp fields known to bird and fox , But he would come in ...
53 psl.
... seemed as if the breezes brought him , It seemed as if the sparrows taught him , As if by secret sight he knew Where in far fields the orchis grew . There are many events in the field Which are not shown to common eyes , But all her ...
... seemed as if the breezes brought him , It seemed as if the sparrows taught him , As if by secret sight he knew Where in far fields the orchis grew . There are many events in the field Which are not shown to common eyes , But all her ...
55 psl.
... seemed the likeness of their own . They knew by secret sympathy The public child of earth and sky . You ask , he said , what guide , Me through trackless thickets led , Through thick - stemmed woodlands rough and wide ? I found the ...
... seemed the likeness of their own . They knew by secret sympathy The public child of earth and sky . You ask , he said , what guide , Me through trackless thickets led , Through thick - stemmed woodlands rough and wide ? I found the ...
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8 psl. - The hand that rounded Peter's dome And groined the aisles of Christian Rome Wrought in a sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew; The conscious stone to beauty grew.
10 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.
6 psl. - Uprose the merry Sphinx, And crouched no more in stone ; 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, Is master of all I am.
37 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.
43 psl. - Insect lover of the sun, Joy of thy dominion ! Sailor of the atmosphere ; Swimmer through the waves of air ; Voyager of light and noon ; Epicurean of June ; Wait, I prithee, till I come Within earshot of thy hum, — All without is martyrdom.
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!
40 psl. - I've been tossed like the driven foam; But now, proud world! I'm going home. Good-bye to Flattery's fawning face; To Grandeur with his wise grimace; To upstart Wealth's averted eye; To supple Office, low and high; To crowded halls, to court and street; To frozen hearts and hasting feet; To those who go, and those who come; Good-bye, proud world ! I'm going home.
186 psl. - The hyacinthine boy, for whom Morn well might break and April bloom, The gracious boy, who did adorn The world whereinto he was born, And by his countenance repay The favor of the loving Day...
90 psl. - THOUGH loath to grieve The evil time's sole patriot, I cannot leave My honied thought For the priest's cant, Or statesman's rant. If I refuse My study for their politique, Which at the best is trick, The angry Muse Puts confusion in my brain. But who is he that prates Of the culture of mankind, Of better arts and life? Go, blindworm, go, Behold the famous States Harrying Mexico With rifle and with knife!
198 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.