Mortal mixed of middle clay,
Attempered to the night and day,
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The rocky nook with hilltops three
Looked eastward from the farms,
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At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay,
On board of the Cumberland, sloop-of-war;
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Day! hast thou two faces,
Making one place two places?
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This is he, who, felled by foes,
Sprung harmless up, refreshed by blows
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If the red slayer think he slays,
Or if the slain think he is slain,
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I heard or seemed to hear the chiding Sea
Say, Pilgrim, why so late and slow to come?
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I like the church; I like a cowl;
I love a prophet of the soul;
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How much, preventing God! how much I owe
To the defenses thou hast round me set:
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Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
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The debt is paid,
The verdict said,
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The lords of life, the lords of life,-
I saw them pass,
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Mine are the night and morning,
The pits of air, the gulf of space,
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The Sphinx is drowsy,
The wings are furled;
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Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint,
Possessed the land which rendered to their toil
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I Alphonso live and learn,
Seeing nature go astern.
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Himself it was who wrote
His rank, and quartered his own coat.
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BRING me wine, but wine which never grew
In the belly of the grape,
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May be true what I had heard,
Earth's a howling wilderness
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Give me truths,
For I am weary of the surfaces,
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Higher far,
Upward, into the pure realm,
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Why should I keep holiday,
When other men have none?
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Man was made of social earth,
Child and brother from his birth;
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Knows he who tills this lonely field
To reap its scanty corn,
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Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown,
Of thee, from the hill-top looking down;
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The sense of the world is short, -
Long and various the report, -
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I serve you not, if you I follow,
Shadow-like, o'er hill and hollow,
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The mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel;
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Deep in the man sits fast his fate
To mould his fortunes, mean or great:
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Hast thou named all the birds without a gun;
Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk;
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