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A courage to endure and to obey.
A lie that is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
A simple maiden in her flower
Is worth a hundred coats of arms.
Ah! when shall all men's good be each man's rule, and universal peace lie like a shaft of light across the land?
All the past of Time reveals
A bridal dawn of thunder-peals,
Whenever Thought hath wedded Fact.
All things human change.
An accent very low
In blandishment, but a most silver flow
Of subtle-paced counsel in distress,
Right to the heart and brain, though undiscried,
Winning its way with extreme gentleness
Through all the outworks of suspicion's pride.
An obedient wife commands her husband.
And there is a worm in the lonely wood,
That pierces the liver and blackens the blood,
And makes it a sorrow to be.
As shines the moon in clouded skies,
She in her poor attire was seen.
As the sweet voice of a bird,
Heard by the lander in a lonely isle,
Moves him to think what kind of bird it is,
That sings so delicately clear, and make
Conjecture of the plumage and the form.
As thro' the land at eve we went,
And pluck'd the ripen'd ears,
We fell out, my wife and I,
We fell out I know not why,
And kiss'd again with tears.
And blessings on the falling out
That all the more endears,
When we fall out with those we love
And kiss again with tears!
For when we came where lies the child
We lost in other years,
There above the little grave,
Oh, there above the little grave,
We kiss'd again with tears.
Ask me no more; thy fate and mine are seal'd;
I strove against the stream and all in vain:
Let the great river take me to the main:
No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield:
Ask me no more.
Bearing a life-long hunger in his heart.
Bring in great logs and let them lie
To make a solid core of heat.
But that old man, who is lord of the broad estate and the hall,
Dropped off gorged from a scheme which left us flaccid and drained.
By blood a king, in heart a clown.
- [Ancestry : Aristocracy]
Cast all your care on God; that anchor holds.
Cursed be the social lies that warp us from the living truth!
- [Society : Solitude]
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love; and wild with all regret;
O death in life! the days that are no more.
Every man at time of Death,
Would fain set forth some saying that may live
After his death and better humankind;
For death gives life's last word a power to live,
And, lie the stone-cut epitaph, remain
After the vanished voice, and speak to men.
Eyes not down-dropped nor over-bright, but fed with the clear-pointed flame of chastity.
Fall back upon a name? rest, rot in that?
Not keep it noble, make it nobler? Fools!
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; no more.
Feet like sunny gems on our English green.
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