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  • Thought.
    How mystical is thought! We do but think,
    Be it of heaven or hell, and we are there!
    18 lines
  • Christian Burial.
    No Christian burial? Ah, he'll sleep as sound
    As the old Jew who, by Beth-Peor, had
    2 lines
  • Truth.
    We sometimes hap on truth in a strange attire,
    As even the gods were wont for their designs
    4 lines
  • Sleep And Death.
    Sleep puts sin by, as the grave life's despair;
    And though bad dreams in sleep may come, the soul
    15 lines
  • Youth's Inexperience.
    He is too young yet to know life's demands;
    Being no natural philosopher,
    13 lines
  • Women's Eyes.
    The eyes of women, those star-tabernacles where
    Love keeps his old and holy things, inspired
    3 lines
  • Religion.
    Priests indeed may prate
    This side o' death, but 'yond the bourne
    2 lines
  • Old-Fashioned Child.
    He was born old; they who got him were grey,
    And quaint as things that long had seasoned here
    13 lines
  • Half-Views.
    It is the half-views are disastrous still;
    But size a thing up fully, seize the whole,
    7 lines
  • Men And Women.
    It is not that I love you — nay! and yet
    Had I a lover, he would have your eyes,
    8 lines
  • Gold.
    Ah, Gold! 'tis filthy lucre, honour's shame,
    For which so many a Judas still sells truth!
    4 lines
  • Cheery Old Age.
    The old man is not miserable, nay, cheery
    For such a grey old fellow. Life's still good,
    10 lines
  • The Poet's Hope.
    The wild hope of the poet finds a home
    In the immaterial, as he clothes himself
    4 lines
  • Maiden Lips.
    O Sweet, thy lips, how sweet their kisses are!
    Rarer than rosy dewdrops amorous
    3 lines
  • Life's Offices.
    Most of life's offices may overlap,
    And form a covert for the growth of thought;
    6 lines
  • Poet And Priest.
    The poet's born, the priest is made: at last
    Shall come a day when all men at the shrine
    4 lines
  • The Recuperative Power Of Youth.
    She has hope's remedy in being young:
    When age is on, and life has such a fall,
    3 lines
  • Wisdom.
    There are some things in life are very poor,
    And some unpriceable: our wisdom is
    5 lines
  • Natural Gifts.
    The gifts o' the gods; not all men have them, ay,
    And some indeed that have them know it not;
    9 lines
  • Experience.
    Experience is a stern pace-maker, and
    'Tis on the road to wisdom, that rough way,
    18 lines
  • Women.
    Alas! we women are the fools of you:
    You mould us and you mar us — we are yours,
    5 lines
  • Love #2.
    The small, white, soft hand of a maid can shoot
    A bolt will bar a giant's way; and, oh!
    5 lines
  • Work.
    For thyself work, not for another, so
    'Tis possible; else all thy worth is his
    8 lines
  • Impetuosity.
    His over-hot desire itself defeats,
    And where mere prudence had attained, he fails
    5 lines
  • Life, A Language.
    Life is a language every man must use,
    Some with a wondrous faculty, and some
    5 lines
  • Healthy Labour.
    The charm of labour is health's appetite,
    For lack of which the clammy sinew is
    3 lines
  • The Song-God.
    The Song-god helps me mightily, and runs
    Before life's purpose like a primal power,
    7 lines
  • Sleep Compared To The Sea.
    The tide comes in, a surge from the great sea,
    And every little muddy creek and inlet
    6 lines
  • Father And Lover.
    My father was a god before you came;
    Now in another shrine I bow the knee,
    3 lines
  • Death.
    The natural death we each night undergo
    Should teach us that our passing's but a sleep,
    5 lines
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