Poems, Volume 2Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1851 - 261 pages |
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... my Olivia , came To rest beneath thy boughs ? - X. " O Walter , I have sheltered here Whatever maiden grace The good old Summers , year by year , Made ripe in Sumner - chace : XI . " Old Summers , when the monk was THE TALKING OAK . 3.
... my Olivia , came To rest beneath thy boughs ? - X. " O Walter , I have sheltered here Whatever maiden grace The good old Summers , year by year , Made ripe in Sumner - chace : XI . " Old Summers , when the monk was THE TALKING OAK . 3.
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... rest beneath thy boughs ? XL . " O yes , she wandered round and round These knotted knees of mine , And found , and kissed the name she found , And sweetly murmured thine . XLI . " A tear - drop trembled from its source , And down my ...
... rest beneath thy boughs ? XL . " O yes , she wandered round and round These knotted knees of mine , And found , and kissed the name she found , And sweetly murmured thine . XLI . " A tear - drop trembled from its source , And down my ...
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... rest Dropt dews upon her golden head , An acorn in her breast . LVIII . " But in a pet she started up , And plucked it out , and drew My little oakling from the cup , And flung him in the dew . LIX . " And yet it was a graceful gift THE ...
... rest Dropt dews upon her golden head , An acorn in her breast . LVIII . " But in a pet she started up , And plucked it out , and drew My little oakling from the cup , And flung him in the dew . LIX . " And yet it was a graceful gift THE ...
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... rest Some happy future day . LXIV . I kiss it twice , I kiss it thrice , The warmth it thence shall win To riper life may magnetize The baby - oak within . LXV . But thou , while kingdoms overset , Or lapse from hand to hand , Thy leaf ...
... rest Some happy future day . LXIV . I kiss it twice , I kiss it thrice , The warmth it thence shall win To riper life may magnetize The baby - oak within . LXV . But thou , while kingdoms overset , Or lapse from hand to hand , Thy leaf ...
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... rest in mounded heaps , But smit with freer light shall slowly melt In many streams to fatten lower lands , And light shall spread , and man be liker man Through all the season of the golden year . " Shall eagles not be eagles ? wrens ...
... rest in mounded heaps , But smit with freer light shall slowly melt In many streams to fatten lower lands , And light shall spread , and man be liker man Through all the season of the golden year . " Shall eagles not be eagles ? wrens ...
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Page 37 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Page 272 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Page 31 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, ^ Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Page 35 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Page 45 - In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
Page 48 - There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind, In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind. There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing space ; I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Page 46 - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
Page 36 - Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for one so young, And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance hung. And I said, 'My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth to me, Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to thee.
Page 44 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the" world, and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales ; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rained a ghastly dew From the nations...
Page 99 - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.