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2,201 illustrations — Poetic illustrations and verse for preaching
Children, you are very little, And your bones are very brittle; If you would grow great and stately, You must try to walk sedately. You must still be bright and quiet, And content with simple diet; And remain, through all bewild'ring, Innocent and honest children.
YE maggots, feed on Nicol’s brain, For few sic feasts you’ve gotten; And fix your claws in Nicol’s heart, For deil a bit o’t’s rotten.
Wilt thou forget the happy hours Which we buried in Love's sweet bowers, Heaping over their corpses cold Blossoms and leaves, instead of mould? Blossoms which were the joys that fell, And leaves, the hopes that yet remain. Forget the dead, the past?
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate -- 'Tis threaded in the Air -- And though it do...
O THOU Great Being! what Thou art, Surpasses me to know; Yet sure I am, that known to Thee Are all Thy works below. Thy creature here before Thee stands, All wretched and distrest; Yet sure those ills that wring...
See yon opening flower Spreads its fragrance to the blast; It fades within an hour, Its decay is pale--is fast. Paler is yon maiden; Faster is her heart's decay; Deep with sorrow laden, She sinks in death away.
Honey from silkworms who can gather, Or silk from the yellow bee? The grass may grow in winter weather As soon as hate in me. Hate men who cant, and men who pray, And men who rail like thee; An...
Grasshoppers go in many a thumming spring And now to stalks of tasseled sow-grass cling, That shakes and swees awhile, but still keeps straight; While...
GOOD plays are scarce, So Moore writes _farce_: The poet's fame grows brittle-- We knew before That _Little_'s Moore, But now't is Moore that's _little_.
The One who could repeat the Summer day -- Were greater than itself -- though He Minutest of Mankind should be -- And He --...
I went to Heaven -- 'Twas a small Town -- Lit -- with a Ruby -- Lathed -- with Down -- Stiller -- than the...
Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell Be once disclosed to us The clamor for their loveliness Would burst the Loneliness --
I know of people in the Grave Who would be very glad To know the news I know tonight If they the chance had had....
Floss won't save you from an Abyss But a Rope will -- Notwithstanding a Rope for a Souvenir Is not beautiful -- But I tell...
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing -- "Nothing" is the force That renovates the World --
The sea took pity: it interposed with doom: ‘I have tall daughters dear that heed my hand: Let Winter wed one, sow them in her...
The Sea said "Come" to the Brook -- The Brook said "Let me grow" -- The Sea said "Then you will be a Sea --...
KIND Reader! take your choice to cry or laugh; Here HAROLD lies--but where's his Epitaph? If such you seek, try Westminster, and view Ten thousand just as fit for him as you.
Methought I was a billow in the crowd Of common men, that stream without a shore, That ocean which at once is deaf and loud; That I, a man, stood amid many more By a wayside..., which the aspect bore...
The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
Lad of Athens, faithful be To Thyself, And Mystery -- All the rest is Perjury --
My life has been the poem I would have writ, But I could not both live and utter it.
God maddens him whom't is his will to lose, And gives the choice of death or phrenzy--choose.
Rome has fallen, ye see it lying Heaped in undistinguished ruin: Nature is alone undying.
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