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English poet
(1830 - 1894)
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Alas! that we must dwell--my heart and I--so far asunder.
      - [Heart]

Flowers preach to us if we will hear.
      - [Flowers]

O Lord, who art our guide even unto death, grant us, I pray Thee, grace to follow Thee whithersoever Thou goest. In little daily duties to which Thou callest us, bow down our wills to simple obedience.
      - [Obedience]

They praise my rustling show, and never see my heart is breaking for a little love.
      - [Sadness]

Let but my scarlet head appear
  And I am held in scorn;
    Yet juice of subtile virtue lies
      Within my cup of curious dyes.
      - "Consider the Lilies of the Field"

The violets whisper from the shade
  Which their own leaves have made:
    Men scent our fragrance on the air,
      Yet take no heed
        Of humble lessons we would read.
      - "Consider the Lilies of the Field" (l. 13)

It's surely summer. for there's a swallow:
  Come one swallow, his mate will follow,
    The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.
      - A Bird Song (st. 2) [Swallows]

My heart is like a singing bird
  Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
    My heart is like an apple-tree
      Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
        My heart is like a rainbow shell
          That paddles in a halcyon sea;
            My heart is gladder than all these,
              Because my love is come to me.
      - A Birthday [Heart]

In the bleak midwinter
  Frosty wind made moan,
    Earth stood hard as iron,
      Water like a stone;
        Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
          Snow on snow,
            In the bleak midwinter,
              Long ago.
      - A Christmas Carol [Winter]

In the parching August wind,
  Cornfields bow the head,
    Sheltered in round valley depths,
      On low hills outspread.
      - A Year's Windfalls [August]

We shall escape the uphill by never turning back.
      - Amor Mundi [Perseverance]

The sunrise wakes the lark to sing,
  The moonrise wakes the nightingale.
    Come, darkness, moonrise, everything
      That is so silent, sweet, and pale:
        Come, so ye wake the nightingale.
      - Bird Raptures [Larks : Nightingales]

Why does the sea moan evermore?
  Shut out from heaven it makes its moan,
    It frets against the boundary shore;
      All earth's full rivers cannot fill
        The sea, that drinking thirsteth still.
      - By the Sea (st. 1) [Ocean]

  The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:--
    We are as they;
      Like them we fade away
        As doth a leaf.
      - Consider [Mortality]

The lilies say: Behold how we
  Preach without words of purity.
      - Consider the Lilies of the Field

The rose saith in the dewy morn,
  I am most fair;
    Yet all my loveliness is born
      Upon a thorn.
      - Consider the Lilies of the Field [Roses]

Hope dead lives nevermore,
  No, not in heaven.
      - Dead Hope [Hope]

Sleep that no pain shall wake,
  Night that no morn shall break,
    Till joy shall overtake
      Her perfect peace.
      - Dream-Land (st. 4) [Death]

Spring bursts to-day,
  For Christ is risen and all the earth's at play.
      - Easter Carol [Easter]

Wood-pigeons cooed there, stock-doves nestled there;
  My trees were full on songs and flowers and fruit,
    Their branches spread a city to the air.
      - From House to Home (st. 7) [Pigeons]

O happy skylark springing
  Up to the broad, blue sky,
    Too fearless in thy winging,
      Too gladsome in thy singing,
        Thou also soon shalt lie
          Where no sweet notes are ringing.
      - Gone Forever (st. 2) [Larks]

You're good for Madge or good for Cis
  Or good for Kath, maybe:
    But what's to me the good of this
      While you're not good for me?
      - Jessie Cameron (st. 3) [Goodness]

I have a room whereinto no one enters
  Save I myself alone:
    There sits a blessed memory on a throne,
      There my life centres.
      - Memory (pt. II) [Memory]

There is no music more for him:
  His lights are out, his feast is done;
    His bowl that sparkled to the brim
      Is drained, is broken, cannot hold.
      - Peal of Bells [Death]

This life is but the passage of a day,
  This life is but a pang and all is over;
    But in the life to come which fades not away
      Every love shall abide and every lover.
      - Saints and Angels [Life]

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