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The Child Is Father To The Man
'The child is father to the man.' How can he be? The words are wild. Suck any sense from that who can: 'The child is father to the man.' No; what the poet did write ran, 'The man is father to the chil
Moonless darkness stands between
Moonless darkness stands between. Past, the Past, no more be seen! But the Bethlehem-star may lead me To the sight of Him Who freed me From the self that I have been. Make me pure, Lord: Thou art holy
The Sea Took Pity
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 womb, And she shall child them on the New-world strand.’ . . . . . . . .
I WHo All The Winter Through
I WHO all the winter through Cherished other loves than you, And kept hands with hoary policy in marriage-bed and pew; Now I know the false and true, For the earnest sun looks through, And my old love
To the Hon^Ble^ M^Rs^ George Lamb
The sacred song that on mine ear Yet vibrates from that voice of thine, I heard, before, from one so dear-- 'T is strange it still appears divine. But, oh! so sweet that _look_ and _tone_ To he
Endorsement to the Deed of Separation, in the April of 18 16
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.
Epitaph on John Adams, of Southwell, a Carrier, Who Died of Drunkenness
JOHN ADAMS lies here, of the parish of Southwell, A _Carrier_ who _carried_ his can to his mouth well; He carried so much and he carried so fast, He could carry no more--so was carried at last; For th
Epitaph. on Sir Godfrey Kneller, in Westminster Abbey, 1723.
Kneller, by Heaven, and not a master, taught, Whose art was Nature, and whose pictures Thought; Now for two ages having snatch'd from Fate Whate'er was beauteous, or whate'er was great, Lies crown'd w
Translation of the Epitaph on Virgil and Tibullus, by Domitius Marsus
He who, sublime, in epic numbers roll'd, And he who struck the softer lyre of Love, By Death's _unequal_hand alike controul'd, Fit comrades in Elysian regions move!
Midsummer, was it, when They died --
Midsummer, was it, when They died -- A full, and perfect time -- The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom -- The Corn, her furthest kernel filled Before the coming Flail -- When These -- le
Translation of the Nurse's Dole in the _Medea_ of Euripides
OH how I wish that an embargo Had kept in port the good ship Argo! Who, still unlaunched from Grecian docks, Had never passed the Azure rocks; But now I fear her trip will be a Damn'd business for my
The fairest Home I ever knew
The fairest Home I ever knew Was founded in an Hour By Parties also that I knew A spider and a Flower -- A manse of mechlin and of Floes --
Epigrams
OH, Castlereagh! thou art a patriot now; Cato died for his country, so did'st thou: He perished rather than see Rome enslaved, Thou cut'st thy throat that Britain may be saved! So Castlereagh has cut
A Flower will not trouble her, it has so small a Foot,
A Flower will not trouble her, it has so small a Foot, And yet if you compare the Lasts, Hers is the smallest Boot --
Epitaph. on Mrs Corbet, Who Died of a Cancer in Her Breast.
Here rests a woman, good without pretence, Blest with plain reason, and with sober sense: No conquests she, but o'er herself, desired, No arts essay'd, but not to be admired. Passion and pride were to
The Butterfly upon the Sky,
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 you and I, And higher, I believe, So soar away and never sigh And that's the way
Which is best? Heaven --
Which is best? Heaven -- Or only Heaven to come With that old Codicil of Doubt? I cannot help esteem The "Bird within the Hand" Superior to the one The "Bush" may yield me Or may not Too late to cho
437. Song—Thine am I, my faithful Fair
THINE am I, my faithful Fair, Thine, my lovely Nancy; Ev’ry pulse along my veins, Ev’ry roving fancy. To thy bosom lay my heart, There to throb and languish; Tho’ despair had wrung its core, T
Fragment: To the Moon
Bright wanderer, fair coquette of Heaven, To whom alone it has been given To change and be adored for ever, Envy not this dim world, for never But once within its shadow grew One fair as--
The Summer Sun Shone Round Me
THE summer sun shone round me, The folded valley lay In a stream of sun and odour, That sultry summer day. The tall trees stood in the sunlight As still as still could be, But the deep grass sighed a
Hymn
At morn--at noon--at twilight dim-- Maria! thou hast heard my hymn! In joy and wo--in good and ill-- Mother of God, be with me still! When the Hours flew brightly by, And not a cloud obscured the sky,
Fragment: 'When Soft Winds and Sunny Skies'
When soft winds and sunny skies With the green earth harmonize, And the young and dewy dawn, Bold as an unhunted fawn, Up the windless heaven is gone,-- Laugh--for ambushed in the day,-- Clouds and wh
The good Will of a Flower
The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate Of minted Holiness.
That Women Are But Men's Shadows
Follow a shadow, it still flies you; Seem to fly it, it will pursue: So court a mistress, she denies you; Let her alone, she will court you. Say, are not women truly then Styled but the shadows of us