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My hope and heart is with thee—thou wilt beA latter Luther, and a soldier-priestTo scare church-harpies from the master’s feast;Our dusted velvets have much need of thee:Thou art no Sabbath-drawler of old saws,Distill’d from some worm-canker’d homily;But spurr’d at heart…
Two children in two neighbor villagesPlaying mad pranks along the heathy leas;Two strangers meeting at a festival;Two lovers whispering by an orchard wall:Two lives bound fast in one with golden ease;Two graves grass-green beside a gray church-tower,Wash’d with still rains…
My heart is wasted with my woe, Oriana.There is no rest for me below, Oriana.When the long dun wolds are ribb’d with snow,And loud the Norland whirlwinds blow, Oriana,Alone I wander to and fro, Oriana. Ere the light on dark…
What time the mighty moon was gathering lightLove paced the thymy plots of Paradise,And all about him roll’d his lustrous eyes;When, turning round a cassia, full in view,Death, walking all alone beneath a yew,And talking to himself, first met his…
I. Now is done thy long day’s work;Fold thy palms across thy breast,Fold thine arms, turn to thy rest.Let them rave.Shadows of the silver birkSweep the green that folds thy grave.Let them rave. II. Thee nor carketh care nor slander;Nothing…
I. The plain was grassy, wild and bare,Wide, wild, and open to the air,Which had built up everywhereAn under-roof of doleful gray.With an inner voice the river ran,Adown it floated a dying swan,And loudly did lament.It was the middle of…
Slow sail’d the weary mariners and saw,Betwixt the green brink and the running foam,Sweet faces, rounded arms, and bosoms prestTo little harps of gold; and while they mused,Whispering to each other half in fear,Shrill music reach’d them on the middle…
Clear as summer mountain streams,Bright as the inwoven beams,Which beneath their crisping sapphireIn the midday, floating o’erThe golden sands, make evermoreTo a blossom-starr�d shore.Hence away, unhallowed laughter! 1 Vex not thou the poet’s mindWith thy shallow wit:Vex not…
The poet in a golden clime was born,With golden stars above;Dower’d with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn,[1]The love of love. He saw thro’ [2] life and death, thro’ [2] good and ill,He saw thro’ [2] his own…
With a half-glance upon the skyAt night he said, ‘The wanderingsOf this most intricate UniverseTeach me the nothingness of things.’Yet could not all creation pierceBeyond the bottom of his eye. He spake of beauty: that the dullSaw no divinity in…