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Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower, But I could never sell -- If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil Unties her yellow...
LOCATIONS and times—what is it in me that meets them all, whenever and wherever, and makes me at home? Forms, colors, densities, odors—what is it in me that corresponds with them?
LOOK down, fair moon, and bathe this scene; Pour softly down night’s nimbus floods, on faces ghastly, swollen, purple; On the dead, on their backs, with their arms toss’d wide, Pour down your unstinted nimbus, sacred moon.
On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime? No more--Oh, never more!
("PROMETHEUS UNBOUND", ACT 4.) As a violet's gentle eye Gazes on the azure sky Until its hue grows like what it beholds; As a gray and empty mist Lies like solid amethyst Over the western mountain it enfolds, When the...
A shovel of his ashes took From the hearth's obscurest nook, Muttering mysteries as she went. Helen and Henry knew that Granny Was as much afraid of Ghosts as any, And so they followed hard-- But Helen clung to her...
"Lethe" in my flower, Of which they who drink In the fadeless orchards Hear the bobolink! Merely flake or petal As the Eye beholds Jupiter!...
I went into the deserts of dim sleep-- That world which, like an unknown wilderness, Bounds this with its recesses wide and deep--
The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn't know its Name And hasn't any tax to pay And hasn't any Home Is just as high as...
Pain has but one Acquaintance And that is Death -- Each one unto the other Society enough. Pain is the Junior Party By just a...
You are very far -- But were no one Farther than you -- Do you think I'd stop For a Firmament -- Or a Cubit -- or so?
What is our life? A play of passion, Our mirth the music of division, Our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be, Where we are dressed for this short comedy. Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is, That sits and marks still who doth act amiss.
A YEAR ago you swore, fond she! "To love, to honour," and so forth: Such was the vow you pledged to me, And here's exactly what 't is worth.
JACOBUS CRAGGS REGI MAGNAE BRITANNIA A SECRETIS ET CONSILIIS SANCTIORIBUS, PRINCIPIS PARITER AC POPULI AMOR ET DELICIAE: VIXIT TITULIS ET INVIDIA MAJOR ANNOS, HEU PAUCOS, XXXV. Statesman, yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear!
IN digging up your bones, Tom Paine, Will. Cobbett has done well: You visit him on Earth again, He'll visit you in Hell. You come to him on Earth again He'll go with you to Hell!
Too happy Time dissolves itself And leaves no remnant by -- 'Tis Anguish not a Feather hath Or too much weight to fly --
Dear home, thou scene of earliest hopes and joys, The least of which wronged Memory ever makes Bitterer than all thine unremembered tears.
FAREWELL, and when forth I through the Golden Gates to Golden Isles Steer without smiling, through the sea of smiles, Isle upon isle, in the...
It is not growing like a tree In bulk doth make Man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a...
O YE whose cheek the tear of pity stains, Draw near with pious rev’rence, and attend!
How eloquent are eyes! Not the rapt poet's frenzied lay When the soul's wildest feelings stray Can speak so well as they. How eloquent are eyes! Not music's most impassioned note On which Love's warmest fervours float Like them bids rapture rise.
It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old. Birds are darting through the air, Singing, building without rest; Life is stirring everywhere, Save within my lonely breast.
My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round. My foot is on the...
The fitful alternations of the rain, When the chill wind, languid as with pain Of its own heavy moisture, here and there Drives through the gray and beamless atmosphere.