THE MOST EXTENSIVE
ON THE INTERNET
There is no Death! What seems so is transition;
This life of mortal breath
Is but a suburb of the life elysian,
Whose portal we call Death.
- Resignation [Death]
There is no flock, however watched and tended,
But one dead lamb is there!
There is no fireside howso'er defended,
But has one vacant chair.
- Resignation [Death]
We see but dimly through the mists and vapors;
Amid these earthly damps
What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers
May be heaven's distant lamps.
- Resignation (st. 4) [Heaven]
Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution,
She lives, whom we call dead.
- Resignation (st. 7) [Immortality]
A handful of red sand from the hot clime
Of Arab deserts brought,
Within this glass becomes the spy of Time,
The minister of Thought.
- Sand of the Desert in an Hour-Glass [Time]
A Lady with a lamp shall stand
In the great history of the land,
A noble type of good,
- Santa Filomena (st. 10) [Women]
The pleasant books, that silently among
Our household treasures take familiar places,
And are to us as if a living tongue
Spake from the printed leaves or pictured faces!
- Seaside and Fireside--Dedication [Books]
For I am weary, and am overwrought
With too much toil, with too much care distraught,
And with the iron crown of anguish crowned.
Lay thy soft hand upon my brow and cheek,
O peaceful Sleep!
- Sleep [Sleep]
Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
- Snow-Flakes [Snow]
Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest;
Home-keeping hearts are happiest,
For those that wander they know not where
Are full of trouble and full of care;
To stay at home is best.
- Song (st. 1) [Home]
Leaving us heirs to amplest heritages
Of all the best thoughts of the greatest sages,
And giving tongues unto the silent dead!
- Sonnet of Mrs. Kemble's Reading from Shakespeare
Like two cathedral towers these stately pines
Uplift their fretted summits tipped with cones;
The arch beneath them is not built with stones,
Not Art but Nature traced these lovely lines,
And carved this graceful arabesque of vines;
No organ but the wind here sighs and moans,
No sepulchre conceals a martyr's bones,
No marble bishop on his tomb reclines.
Enter! the pavement, carpeted with leaves,
Gives back a softened echo to thy tread!
Listen! the choir is singing; all the birds,
In leafy galleries beneath the eaves,
Are singing! listen, ere the sound be fled,
And learn there may be worship without words.
- Sonnets--My Cathedral [Pine]
Since yesterday I have been in Alcala.
Erelong the time will come, sweet Preciosa,
When that dull distance shall no more divide us;
And I no more shall scale thy wall by night
To steal a kiss from thee, as I do now.
- Spanish Student (act I, sc. 3)
'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees
Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.
- Spanish Student (act I, sc. 3) [Easter]
That was the first sound in the song of love!
Scarce more than silence is, and yet a sound.
Hands of invisible spirits touch the strings
Of that mysterious instrument, the soul,
And play the prelude of our fate. We hear
The voice prophetic, and are not alone.
- Spanish Student (act I, sc. 3, l. 109)
I love thee, as the good love heaven.
- Spanish Student (act I, sc. 3, l. 146)
Dreams of the summer night!
Tell her, her lover keeps
Watch! while in slumbers light
My lady sleeps!
- Spanish Student
(act I, sc. 3, Serenade, st. 4) [Sleep]
Your supper is like the Hidalgo's dinner; very little meat, and a great deal of tablecloth.
- Spanish Student (act I, sc. 4) [Eating]
All the means of action--
The shapeless masses, the materials--
Lie everywhere about us. That we need
Is the celestial fire to change the flint
Into transparent crystal, bright and clear.
That fire is genius!
- Spanish Student (act I, sc. 5) [Genius]
Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.
It serves for food and raiment.
- Spanish Student (act I, sc. 5, l. 52)
Like a fair lily on a river floating
She floats upon the river of his thoughts.
- Spanish Student (act II, sc. 3) [Women]
And the bright faces of my young companions
Are wrinkled like my own, or are no more.
- Spanish Student (act III, sc. 3) [Age]
Is this is a dream? O, if it be a dream,
Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet!
- Spanish Student (act III, sc. 5) [Dreams]
It is a dream, sweet child! a waking dream,
A blissful certainty, a vision bright,
Of that rare happiness, which even on earth
Heaven gives to those it loves.
- Spanish Student (act III, sc. 5) [Visions]
Fortune comes well to all that comes not late.
- Spanish Student (act III, sc. 5, l. 281)
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