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Oxford, May 30, 1820
Shame on this faithless heart! that could allowSuch transport, though but for a moment's space;Not while, to aid the spirit of the placeThe crescent moon clove with its glittering prowThe clouds, or night-bird sang from shady bough;But in plain daylight: She, too, at my side,Who, with her heart's experience satisfied,Maintains inviolate its slightest vow!Sweet Fancy! other gifts must I receive;Proofs of a higher sovereignty I claim;Take from 'her' brow the withering flowers of eve,And to that brow life's morning wreath restore;Let 'her' be comprehended in the frameOf these illusions, or they please no more.
William Wordsworth
The Diary Of An Old Soul. - December.
1. I AM a little weary of my life-- Not thy life, blessed Father! Or the blood Too slowly laves the coral shores of thought, Or I am weary of weariness and strife. Open my soul-gates to thy living flood; I ask not larger heart-throbs, vigour-fraught, I pray thy presence, with strong patience rife. 2. I will what thou will'st--only keep me sure That thou art willing; call to me now and then. So, ceasing to enjoy, I shall endure With perfect patience--willing beyond my ken Beyond my love, beyond my thinking scope; Willing to be because thy will is pure; Willing thy will beyond all bounds of hope. 3....
George MacDonald
All Here
It is not what we say or sing,That keeps our charm so long unbroken,Though every lightest leaf we bringMay touch the heart as friendship's token;Not what we sing or what we sayCan make us dearer to each other;We love the singer and his lay,But love as well the silent brother.Yet bring whate'er your garden grows,Thrice welcome to our smiles and praises;Thanks for the myrtle and the rose,Thanks for the marigolds and daisies;One flower erelong we all shall claim,Alas! unloved of Amaryllis -Nature's last blossom-need I nameThe wreath of threescore's silver lilies?How many, brothers, meet to-nightAround our boyhood's covered embers?Go read the treasured names arightThe old triennial list remembers;Though twenty we...
Oliver Wendell Holmes
The Sonnets CXLV - Those lips that Loves own hand did make
Those lips that Loves own hand did make,Breathed forth the sound that said I hate,To me that languishd for her sake:But when she saw my woeful state,Straight in her heart did mercy come,Chiding that tongue that ever sweetWas usd in giving gentle doom;And taught it thus anew to greet;I hate she alterd with an end,That followed it as gentle day,Doth follow night, who like a fiendFrom heaven to hell is flown away.I hate, from hate away she threw,And savd my life, saying not you.
William Shakespeare
A Child's Treasures.
Thou art home at last, my darling one, Flushed and tired with thy play,From morning dawn until setting sun Hast thou been at sport away;And thy steps are weary - hot thy brow, Yet thine eyes with joy are bright, -Ah! I read the riddle, show me now The treasures thou graspest tight.A pretty pebble, a tiny shell, A feather by wild bird cast,Gay flowers gathered in forest dell, Already withering fast,Four speckled eggs in a soft brown nest, Thy last and thy greatest prize,Such the things that fill with joy thy breast, With laughing light thine eyes.Ah! my child, what right have I to smile And whisper, too dearly bought,By wand'ring many a weary mile - Dust, heat, and toilsome thought?
Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
The Parting
Breathless was she and would not have us part:"Adieu, my Saint," I said, "'tis come to this."But she leaned to me, one hand at her heart,And all her soul sighed trembling in a kiss.
Maurice Henry Hewlett
Time, Beauty's Friend
"Is she still beautiful?" I asked of one Who of the unforgotten faces toldThat for long years I had not looked upon - "Beautiful still - but she is growing old";And for a space I sorrowed, thinking on That face of April gold.Then up the summer night the moon arose, Glassing her sacred beauty in the sea,That ever at her feet in silver flows; And with her rising came a thought to me -How ever old and ever young she grows, And still more lovely she.Thereat I smiled, thinking on lovely things That dateless and immortal beauty wear,Whereof the song immortal tireless sings, And Time but touches to make lovelier;On Beauty sempiternal as the Spring's - So old are all things fair.Then for that fac...
Richard Le Gallienne
Stanzas.[591]
1.Could Love for everRun like a river,And Time's endeavourBe tried in vain -No other pleasureWith this could measure;And like a treasure[ik]We'd hug the chain.But since our sighingEnds not in dying,And, formed for flying,Love plumes his wing;Then for this reasonLet's love a season;But let that season be only Spring.2.When lovers partedFeel broken-hearted,And, all hopes thwarted,Expect to die;A few years older,Ah! how much colderThey might behold herFor whom they sigh!When linked together,In every weather,[il]They pluck Love's featherFrom out his wing -He'll stay for ever,[im]But sadly shiverWithout h...
George Gordon Byron
Lost Youth.
(For a friend who mourns its passing.)He took the earth as earth had been his throne;And beauty as the red rose for his eye;"Give me the moon," he said, "for mine alone;Or I will reach and pluck it from the sky!"And thou, Life, dost mourn him, for the dayHas darkened since the gallant youngling went;And smaller seems thy dwelling-place of claySince he has left that valley tenement.But oh, perchance, beyond some utmost gate.While at the gate thy stranger feet do stand.He shall approach thee, beautiful, elate.Crowned with his moon, the red rose in his hand!
Margaret Steele Anderson
Boldness In Love
Mark how the bashful morn in vainCourts the amorous marigold,With sighing blasts and weeping rain,Yet she refuses to unfold.But when the planet of the dayApproacheth with his powerful ray,The she spreads, then she receivesHis warmer beams into her virgin leaves.So shalt thou thrive in love, fond boy;If thy tears and sighs discoverThy grief, thou never shalt enjoyThe just reward of a bold lover.But when with moving accents thouShalt constant faith and service vow,Thy Celia shall receive those charmsWith open ears, and with unfolded arms.
Thomas Carew
The Heart Unseen
So many times the heart can break, So many ways,Yet beat along and beat along So many days.A fluttering thing we never see, And only hearWhen some stern doctor to our side Presses his ear.Strange hidden thing, that beats and beats We know not why,And makes us live, though we indeed Would rather die.Mysterious, fighting, loving thing, So sad, so true -I would my laughing eyes some day Might look on you.
A Girl's Faith.
Across the miles that stretch between, Through days of gloom or glad sunlight,There shines a face I have not seen Which yet doth make my world more bright.He may be near, he may be far, Or near or far I cannot see,But faithful as the morning star He yet shall rise and come to me.What though fate leads us separate ways, The world is round, and time is fleet.A journey of a few brief days, And face to face we two shall meet.Shall meet beneath God's arching skies, While suns shall blaze, or stars shall gleam,And looking in each other's eyes Shall hold the past but as a dream.But round and perfect and complete, Life like a star shall climb the height,As we two press with willing feet
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Resurrection.
I thought I had forever lost, Alas, though still so young, The tender joys and sorrows all, That unto youth belong; The sufferings sweet, the impulses Our inmost hearts that warm; Whatever gives this life of ours Its value and its charm. What sore laments, what bitter tears O'er my sad state I shed, When first I felt from my cold heart Its gentle pains had fled! Its throbs I felt no more; my love Within me seemed to die; Nor from my frozen, senseless breast Escaped a single sigh! I wept o'er my sad, hapless lot; The life of life seemed lost; The earth an arid wilderness, Locked in eternal frost;
Giacomo Leopardi
From Ibn Jemin
Two things thou shalt not long for, if thou love a mind serene;--A woman to thy wife, though she were a crowned queen;And the second, borrowed money,--though the smiling lender sayThat he will not demand the debt until the Judgment Day.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Speech And Silence.
The words that pass from lip to lipFor souls still out of reach!A friend for that companionshipThat's deeper than all speech!
Bliss Carman
The Shunamite.[A]
It was a sultry day of summer time.The sun pour'd down upon the ripen'd grainWith quivering heat, and the suspended leavesHung motionless. The cattle on the hillsStood still, and the divided flock were allLaying their nostrils to the cooling roots,And the sky look'd like silver, and it seem'dAs if the air had fainted, and the pulseOf nature had run down, and ceas'd to beat.'Haste thee, my child!' the Syrian mother said,'Thy father is athirst' - and from the depthsOf the cool well under the leaning tree,She drew refreshing water, and with thoughtsOf God's sweet goodness stirring at her heart,She bless'd her beautiful boy, and to his wayCommitted him. And he went lightly on,With his soft hands press'd closely to the coolStone vessel, ...
Nathaniel Parker Willis
To My Valentine.
Adieu! Adieu! may angels guard thee, Hovering near thee night and day,For all thy good deeds God reward thee, The rest forgive and blot away.May no gift nor grace be missing, May He all on thee confer,And add a heartfelt prayer and blessing From the distant wanderer.O'er the trackless, foaming ocean, In weal or woe, ever shall beMingled in my heart's devotion Many a prayer for thine and thee.What tho' across thy memory never Shall flit my once familiar name,Hallowed by distance, thine for ever, Memory shall conjure up again.All thy follies ever hidden, All thy virtues raised above,Thy name, so long, so much forbidden, Strangers shall learn from me to love.Adieu!...
Nora Pembroke
Chevalita
"Chevalita, Pretty cretr, I do love her Like a brother; Just to ride Is my delight, For she does not Kick or bite,"
Louisa May Alcott