PoemsJ. Munroe & Company, 1847 - 251 páginas |
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... 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 ! " - The old Sphinx ...
... 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 ! " - The old Sphinx ...
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... thy heart has burned ; If thy love is unreturned ; Hide thy grief within thy breast , Though it tear thee unexpressed ; For when love has once departed From the eyes of the false - hearted , And one by one has torn off quite The ...
... thy heart has burned ; If thy love is unreturned ; Hide thy grief within thy breast , Though it tear thee unexpressed ; For when love has once departed From the eyes of the false - hearted , And one by one has torn off quite The ...
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... Thy heart saith , Brother , go thy ways ! None shall ask thee what thou doest , Or care a rush for what thou knowest , Or listen when thou repliest , Or remember where thou liest , Or how thy supper is sodden ; ' And another is born To ...
... Thy heart saith , Brother , go thy ways ! None shall ask thee what thou doest , Or care a rush for what thou knowest , Or listen when thou repliest , Or remember where thou liest , Or how thy supper is sodden ; ' And another is born To ...
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... thine eyes , thy heart forbear , Though thou lie alone on the ground . The robe of silk in which she shines , It was woven of many sins ; And the shreds Which she sheds In the wearing of the same , Shall be grief on grief , And shame on ...
... thine eyes , thy heart forbear , Though thou lie alone on the ground . The robe of silk in which she shines , It was woven of many sins ; And the shreds Which she sheds In the wearing of the same , Shall be grief on grief , And shame on ...
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... Heart . But thou , poor child ! unbound , unrhymed , Whence camest thou , misplaced , mistimed ? Whence , O thou orphan and defrauded ? Is thy land peeled , thy realm marauded ? Who thee divorced , deceived , and left ? Thee of thy ...
... Heart . But thou , poor child ! unbound , unrhymed , Whence camest thou , misplaced , mistimed ? Whence , O thou orphan and defrauded ? Is thy land peeled , thy realm marauded ? Who thee divorced , deceived , and left ? Thee of thy ...
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Página 250 - 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.
Página 72 - 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.
Página 141 - 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.
Página 12 - 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...
Página 53 - 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.
Página 138 - Olympian bards who sung Divine ideas below, Which always find us young, And always keep us so.
Página 29 - 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...
Página 120 - 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.
Página 121 - 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.
Página 59 - 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!