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Rome, 15— Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity!Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back?Nephews—sons mine . . . ah God, I know not! Well—She, men would have to be your mother once,Old Gandolf envied me, so fair she was!What’s done…
What is he buzzing in my ears?“Now that I come to die,Do I view the world as a vale of tears?”Ah, reverend sir, not I! What I viewed there once, what I view againWhere the physic bottles standOn the table’s…
I. All June I bound the rose in sheaves.Now, rose by rose, I strip the leavesAnd strew them where Pauline may pass.She will not turn aside? Alas!Let them lie. Suppose they die?The chance was they might take her eye. II.…
The year’s at the spring,And day’s at the morn;Morning’s at seven;The hill-side’s dew-pearl’d;The lark’s on the wing;The snail’s on the thorn;God’s in His heaven—All’s right with the world!
You’ll love me yet!—and I can tarryYour love’s protracted growing:June reared that bunch of flowers you carryFrom seeds of April’s sowing. I plant a heartful now: some seedAt least is sure to strike,And yield—what you’ll not pluck indeed,Not love, but,…
I Truth is within ourselves; it takes no riseFrom outward things, whate’er you may believe.There is an inmost centre in us all,Where truth abides in fullness; and around,Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in,This perfect, clear perception—which is…
Grow old along with me!The best is yet to be,The last of life, for which the first was made:Our times are in His handWho saith ‘A whole I planned,Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!’ Not…
I.Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly,May gaze thro’ these faint smokes curling whitely,As thou pliest thy trade in this devil’s-smithy—-Which is the poison to poison her, prithee? II.He is with her, and they know that I knowWhere they…
Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the brown old earth,This autumn morning! How he sets his bonesTo bask i’ the sun, and thrusts out knees and feetFor the ripple to run over in its mirth;Listening the while, where on the heap…
I. Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far.God must judge the couple: leave them as they are—Whichever one’s the guiltless, to his glory,And whichever one the guilt’s with, to my story! II. Why, you would not…