Oh, could we lift the future's sable shroud.
Love spends his all, and still hath store.
When I forget that the stars shine in air-- When I forget that beauty is in stars-- When I forget that love with beauty is-- Will I forget thee: till then all things else.
When night hath set her silver lamp high, Then is the time for study.
Any heart turned Godward feels more joyIn one short hour of prayer, than e'er was raisedBy all the feasts of earth since its foundation.
Wan night, the shadow goer, came stepping in.
See the gold sunshine patching, And streaming and streaking across The gray-green oaks; and catching, By its soft brown beard, the moss.
A poet not in love is out at sea; He must have a lay-figure.
The course of Nature seems a course of Death, And nothingness the whole substantial thing.
Hell is the wrath of God--His hate of sin.
As the master so the valet.
And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
What are ye orbs? The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?
Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.
Corruption springs from light: 'tis one same power Creates, preserves, destroys; matter whereon It works, on e'er self-transmutative form, Common to now the living, now the dead.
The dew, 'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.
He hath no power that hath not power to use.
The beautiful are never desolate; But some one alway loves them--God or man. If man abandons, God himself takes them.
England! my country, great and free! Heart of the world, I leap to thee!
Burn to be great, Pay not thy praise to lofty things alone. The plains are everlasting as the hills, The bard cannot have two pursuits; aught else Comes on the mind with the like shock as though Two worlds had gone to war, and met in air.
Write to the mind and heart, and let the ear Glean after what it can.
Error is worse than ignorance.
True faith nor biddeth nor abideth form, The bended knee, the eye uplift; is all Which men need render; all which God can bear. What to the faith are forms? A passing speck, A crow upon the sky.
Death is the universal salt of states; Blood is the base of all things--law and war.
Man is one; and he hath one great heart. It is thus we feel, with a gigantic throb athwart the sea, each other's rights and wrongs; thus are we men.
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