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- First, most, to thee, my son, I give this book
In which a friend's and brother's verses blend16 lines - \Suggested by a drawing of Thomas Moran, the American painter\.
This must be the very night!210 lines - Be welcome, year! with corn and sickle come;
Make poor the body, but make rich the heart:8 lines - Such guests as you, sir, were not in my mind
When I my homely dish with care designed;8 lines - O Lord, if on the wind, at cool of day,
I heard one whispered word of mighty grace;32 lines - Loosener of springs, he died by thee!
Softness, not hardness, sent him home;4 lines - Yes, Master, when thou comest thou shalt find
A little faith on earth, if I am here!24 lines - My thoughts are like fire-flies, pulsing in moonlight;
My heart like a silver cup, filled with red wine;4 lines - Who lights the fire--that forth so gracefully
And freely frolicketh the fairy smoke?14 lines - Who would have thought that even an idle song
Were such a holy and celestial thing14 lines - Beautiful stories wed with lovely days
Like words and music:--what shall be the tale14 lines - I know not what among the grass thou art,
Thy nature, nor thy substance, fairest flower,14 lines - Now in the dark of February rains,
Poor lovers of the sunshine, spring is born,14 lines - I envy the tree-tops that shake so high
In winds that fill them full of heavenly airs;14 lines - Down a warm alley, early in the year,
Among the woods, with all the sunshine in14 lines - Along the tops of all the yellow trees,
The golden-yellow trees, the sunshine lies;14 lines - Mourner, that dost deserve thy mournfulness,
Call thyself punished, call the earth thy hell;14 lines - "Shew us the Father." Chiming stars of space,
And lives that fit the worlds, and means and powers,14 lines - When peevish flaws his soul have stirred
To fretful tears for crossed desires,40 lines - I have not any fearful tale to tell
Of fabled giant or of dragon-claw,176 lines - When the summer gave us a longer day,
And the leaves were thickest, I went away:32 lines - Out of thy door I run to do the thing
That calls upon me. Straight the wind of words15 lines - When the cock crows loud from the glen,
And the moor-cock chirrs from the heather,22 lines - They come to thee, the halt, the maimed, the blind,
The devil-torn, the sick, the sore;24 lines - I. I honour Nature, holding it unjust
To look with jealousy on her designs;211 lines - I have long enough been working down in my cellar,
Working spade and pick, boring-chisel and drill;28 lines - Sometimes, O Lord, thou lightest in my head
A lamp that well might pharos all the lands;16 lines - Seek not my name--it doth no virtue bear;
Seek, seek thine own primeval name to find--16 lines - Through the unchanging heaven, as ye have sped,
Speed onward still, a strange wild company,14 lines - Rich is the fancy which can double back
All seeming forms, and from cold icicles14 lines - Tumultuous rushing o'er the outstretched plains;
A wildered maze of comets and of suns;14 lines - If thou art tempted by a thought of ill,
Crave not too soon for victory, nor deem14 lines - "And yet it moves!" Ah, Truth, where wert thou then
When all for thee they racked each piteous limb?14 lines, 1 comment - If thou wouldst live the Truth in very deed,
Thou hast thy joy, but thou hast more of pain.14 lines - Speak, Prophet of the Lord! We may not start
To find thee with us in thine ancient dress,14 lines - From out a windy cleft there comes a gaze
Of eyes unearthly, which go to and fro14 lines - There is not any weed but hath its shower,
There is not any pool but hath its star;14 lines - 'Tis not the violent hands alone that bring
The curse, the ravage, and the downward doom,14 lines, 3 comments - I pray you, all ye men who put your trust
In moulds and systems and well-tackled gear,14 lines, 1 comment - Nature, to him no message dost thou bear
Who in thy beauty findeth not the power14 lines - Whence do ye come, ye creatures? Each of you
Is perfect as an angel! wings and eyes14 lines - Here stands a giant stone from whose far top
Comes down the sounding water: let me gaze14 lines - Above my head the great pine-branches tower;
Backwards and forwards each to the other bends,14 lines - I do remember how, when very young,
I saw the great sea first, and heard its swell14 lines - Hears't thou the dash of water, loud and hoarse,
With its perpetual tidings upward climb,14 lines - Lie down upon the ground, thou hopeless one!
Press thy face in the grass, and do not speak.14 lines - Comes there, O Earth, no breathing time for thee,
No pause upon thy many-chequered lands?14 lines - I have a fellowship with every shade
Of changing nature: with the tempest hour14 lines - There is a bellowing in me, as of might
Unfleshed and visionless, mangling the air14 lines - Cry out upon the crime, and then let slip
The dogs of hate, whose hanging muzzles track14 lines - Now have I grown a sharpness and an edge
Unto my future nights, and I will cut14 lines - O wild and dark! a night hath found me now
Wherein I mingle with that element14 lines - A power is on me, and my soul must speak
To thee, thou grey, grey man, whom I behold14 lines - Methought I stood among the stars alone,
Watching a grey parched orb which onward flew14 lines - Oh, melancholy fragment of the night
Drawing thy lazy web against the sun,14 lines - First came the red-eyed sun as I did wake;
He smote me on the temples and I rose,14 lines - An angel saw me sitting by a brook,
Pleased with the silence, and the melodies14 lines - Is there a secret Joy, that may not weep,
For every flower that ends its little span,14 lines - I missed him when the sun began to bend;
I found him not when I had lost his rim;14 lines - She comes! again she comes, the bright-eyed moon!
Under a ragged cloud I found her out,14 lines, 1 comment - I came upon a fountain on my way
When it was hot, and sat me down to drink14 lines - I said, I will arise and work some thing,
Nor be content with growth, but cause to grow14 lines - There may be seeming calm above, but no!--
There is a pulse below which ceases not,14 lines - O wind of God, that blowest in the mind,
Blow, blow and wake the gentle spring in me;14 lines - I cannot praise thee. By his instrument
The master sits, and moves nor foot nor hand;28 lines - The miser lay on his lonely bed;
Life's candle was burning dim.42 lines - Come through the gloom of clouded skies,
The slow dim rain and fog athwart;20 lines - Great-hearted child, thy very being The Son,
Who know'st the hearts of all us prodigals;--35 lines - O Lord, I cannot but believe
The birds do sing thy praises then, when they sing to one another,24 lines - I.
I say! hey! cousin there! I mustn't call you brother!65 lines - Strait is the path? He means we must not roam?
Yes; but the strait path leads into a boundless home.2 lines, 1 comment - A harebell hung her wilful head:
"I am tired, so tired! I wish I was dead."38 lines
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