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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…
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time,When you set your fancies free,Will they pass to where—by death, fools think, imprisoned—Low he lies who once so loved you, whom you loved so,—Pity me? Oh to love so, be so…
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles,Miles and milesOn the solitary pastures where our sheepHalf-asleepTinkle homeward thro’ the twilight, stray or stopAs they crop—Was the site once of a city great and gay,(So they say)Of our country’s very capital,…
IOh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find!I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf and blind;But although I take your meaning, ’tis with such a heavy mind! IIHere you come with your old music, and here’s…
The year’s at the spring,And day’s at the morn;Morning’s at seven;The hill-side’s dew-pearled;The lark’s on the wing;The snail’s on the thorn;God’s in his Heaven—All’s right with the world!
I. June was not over Though past the fall, And the best of her roses Had yet to blow, When a man I know (But shall not discover, Since ears are dull, And time discloses)Turned him and said with a…