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and we are silent we who daily tread
a soil sublime at least with heroes' graves
beckon no more shades of the noble dead | img2poems |
what
shall one monk scarce known beyond his cell
front rome's far-reaching bolts and scorn her frown | img2poems |
see one straightforward conscience put in pawn
to win a world see the obedient sphere
by bravery's simple gravitation drawn | img2poems |
so the same force which shakes its dread
along the wires in silence fares
and messages of commerce bears | img2poems |
i like as a thing that the reader's first fancy may strike
an old fashioned title-page
such as presents a tabular view of the volumes contents | img2poems |
'there comes for instance to see him's rare sport
tread in emerson's tracks with legs painfully short
how he jumps how he strains and gets red in the face | img2poems |
ah men do not know how much strength is in poise
that he goes the farthest who goes far enough
and that all beyond that is just bother and stuff | img2poems |
said 'twas too much for flesh and bones
to marry mortgages and loans
that fathers' hearts were stocks and stones | img2poems |
and what
impossible
it must | img2poems |
to say that he should ne'er be eased
till jenny married whom she pleased
free from all checks and urgin's | img2poems |
knott was perplexed and shook his head
he did not wish his child to wed
with a suspected murderer | img2poems |
on the whole we consider this volume as one
of the first shocking results which we predicted would spring out of the
late french 'revolution | img2poems |
the most
pure upright and consistent politicians not safe from his malignant
venom | img2poems |
[stultissime johannes stryx cum s
punctato confundit
unum ulla indicia puncti cujusvis prorsus ostendentem inveni | img2poems |
and looked at her pride furnished skill enough
she nerved her larynx for the desperate thing
and cleared the five-barred syllables at a spring | img2poems |
his nod was pleasure and his full bow bliss
how did his well-thumbed hat with ardor rapt
its curve decorous to each rank adapt | img2poems |
my own humble attempt was in manner and form following and i print it
here i sincerely trust out of no vainglory but solely with the hope
of doing good | img2poems |
'the grain
won't hurt them ' answered south again
'but they destroy my crop | img2poems |
the genuine yankee never gives the rough sound to the r when he can
help it and often displays considerable ingenuity in avoiding it even
before a vowel | img2poems |
in regard to a he shows some inconsistency sometimes giving a
close and obscure sound as hev for have hendy for handy ez for
as thet for that and again giving it the broad sound it has in | img2poems |
his grandfather a painter of the grandiose or michael angelo school
seldom painted objects smaller than houses or barns and these with
uncommon expression | img2poems |
but if this were the case she seems to have died early for only three
years after namely we have evidence that he married winifred
daughter of lieutenant tipping | img2poems |
he seems to have been a man of substance for we find him in
conveying 'one undivided eightieth part of a salt-meadow' in yabbok and
he commanded a sloop in | img2poems |
'hear lyeth y'e bod
mr
ihon wilber [i inclose this in brackets as doubtful | img2poems |
them thet rule us them slave-traders
haint they cut a thunderin' swarth
thru the vartu o' the north | img2poems |
my
aint it terrible
wut shall we du | img2poems |
an' the angel thet writes all our sins in a book
puts the debit to him an' to us the per contry
an' john p | img2poems |
though in saying this i would not convey the impression that he is a
proficient in the latin tongue the tongue i might add of a horace
and a tully | img2poems |
the desire next in strength to this (an opposite pole indeed of the
same magnet) is that of communicating the unintelligence we have
carefully picked up | img2poems |
washington sept
rev
homer wilbur to uncle samuel | img2poems |
she seemed to've gut a new soul
for she felt sartin-sure he'd come
down to her very shoe-sole | img2poems |
you'd better let 'em try to grow
old doctor time is slow but still
he does know how to make a pill | img2poems |
and home each philotadpole hopped
in faith rewarded to exult
and wait the beautiful result | img2poems |
tryin' to hope ther' 's nothin' doin
an' look ez though they didn't doubt
sunthin' pertickler wuz a-brewin | img2poems |
'no
' he'd ha' thundered 'on your knees
an' own one flag one road to glory | img2poems |
hisque polardus voce canoro talia fatus
quisque et nicotianum ingens quid inserit atrum
masticat ac simul altisonans spittatque profuse | img2poems |
horrisonis bombis moenia et alta quatente
sese promptum jactans yankos lickere centum
atque ad lastum invictus non surrendidit unquam | img2poems |
it is singular how impatient men are with overpraise of others how
patient with overpraise of themselves and yet the one does them no
injury while the other may he their ruin | img2poems |
didn't i love to see 'em growin
three likely lads ez wal could be
hahnsome an' brave an' not tu knowin | img2poems |
we knew you child and youth and man
a wonderful fellow to dream and plan
with a great thing always to come who knows | img2poems |
though old the thought and oft exprest
'tis his at last who says it best
i'll try my fortune with the rest | img2poems |
life is a leaf of paper white
whereon each one of us may write
his word or two and then comes night | img2poems |
muse not which way the pen to hold
luck hates the slow and loves the bold
soon come the darkness and the cold | img2poems |
'and who were they ' i mused 'that wrought
through pathless wilds with labor long
the highways of our daily thought | img2poems |
who reared those towers of earliest song
that lift us from the crowd to peace
remote in sunny silences | img2poems |
two watched yon oriole's pendent dome
that now is void and dank with rain
and one oh hope more frail than foam | img2poems |
immortal
i feel it and know it
who doubts it of such as she | img2poems |
unaltered
alas for the sameness
that makes the change but more | img2poems |
stalwart shall shield thee
thee worth their best blood
waif of the west | img2poems |
thee
still thee
and only thee | img2poems |
i see him trace the wayward brook
amid the forest mysteries
where at their shades shy aspens look | img2poems |
on saint helen's granite weak
hark the vulture whets his beak
spin spin clotho spin | img2poems |
'the earth ' they murmur 'is the tomb
that vainly sought his life to prison
why grovel longer in the gloom | img2poems |
spurn you more wealth than can be told
the fowl that lays the eggs of gold
because she's plainly clad man | img2poems |
the lessons of life we forget
while a trifle a trick of color
in the wonderful web is set | img2poems |
'these buttercups shall brim with wine
beyond all lesbian juice or massic
may not new england be divine | img2poems |
and yet could i live it over
this life that stirs in my brain
could i be both maiden and lover | img2poems |
then all was silent till there smote my ear
a movement in the stream that checked my breath
was it the slow plash of a wading deer | img2poems |
when empires must be wound we bring the shroud
the time-old web of the implacable three
is it too coarse for him the young and proud | img2poems |
hath he the many's plaudits found more sweet
than wisdom
held opinion's wind for law | img2poems |
'time was unlocks the riddle of time is
that offers choice of glory or of gloom
the solver makes time shall be surely his | img2poems |
but hasten sisters
for even now the tomb
grates its slow hinge and calls from the abyss | img2poems |
'god give us peace
not such as lulls to sleep
but sword on thigh and brow with purpose knit | img2poems |
and let our ship of state to harbor sweep
her ports all up her battle-lanterns lit
and her leashed thunders gathering for their leap | img2poems |
you think her old ribs have come all crashing through
if a whisk of fate's broom snap your cobweb asunder
but her rivets were clinched by a wiser than you | img2poems |
i write of one
while with dim eyes i think of three
who weeps not others fair and brave as he | img2poems |
i know not how it is with other men
whom i but guess deciphering myself
for me once felt is so felt nevermore | img2poems |
so when our fancy seeks analogies
though she have hidden what she after finds
she loves to cheat herself with feigned surprise | img2poems |
i went and with the saxon's pious care
first ordered dinner at the pea-green inn
the flies and i its only customers | img2poems |
eluding these i loitered through the town
with hope to take my minster unawares
in its grave solitude of memory | img2poems |
with one long sigh of infinite release
from pedantries past present or to come
i looked and owned myself a happy goth | img2poems |
shall he divine no strength unmade of votes
inward impregnable found soon as sought
not cognizable of sense o'er sense supreme | img2poems |
in household faces waiting at the door
their evening step should lighten up no more
in fields their boyish feet had known | img2poems |
in trees their fathers' hands had set
and which with them had grown
widening each year their leafy coronet | img2poems |
the winged years that winnow praise and blame
blow many names out: they but fan to flame
the self-renewing splendors of thy fame | img2poems |
that soul so softly radiant and so white
the track it left seems less of fire than light
cold but to such as love distemperature | img2poems |
and if pure light as some deem be the force
that drives rejoicing planets on their course
why for his power benign seek an impurer source | img2poems |
who sit where once in crowned seclusion sate
the long-proved athletes of debate
trained from their youth as none thinks needful now | img2poems |
come
dicesti egli ebbe
non viv' egli ancora | img2poems |
natures benignly mixed of air and earth
now with the stars and now with equal zest
tracing the eccentric orbit of a jest | img2poems |
both stared entranced at lafayette
saw jackson dubbed with ll
d | img2poems |
the birds are hushed the poets gone
where no harsh critic's lash can reach
to all who love our english speech | img2poems |
fit rosary for a queen in shape and hue
when contemplation tells her pensive beads
of mortal thoughts forever old and new | img2poems |
thanks for a pleasure that can never pall
a serene moment deftly caught and kept
to make immortal summer on my wall | img2poems |
why should i seek her spell to decompose
or to its source each rill of influence trace
that feeds the brimming river of her grace | img2poems |
was i then more than mortal made
or she
less than divine that she might mate with me | img2poems |
why spend on me a poor earth-delving mole
the fireside sweetnesses the heavenward lift
the hourly mercy of a woman's soul | img2poems |
come sunshine's treasurer and bring
to doubting flowers their faith in spring
to birds and me the need to sing | img2poems |
light of those eyes that made the light of mine
where shine you
on what happier fields and flowers | img2poems |
pure as dian's forehead bare
yet suffused with warmer hue
such as only latmos knew | img2poems |
oft round my hall of portraiture i gaze
by memory reared the artist wise and holy
from stainless quarries of deep-buried days | img2poems |
ah never master that drew mortal breath
can match thy portraits just and generous death
whose brush with sweet regretful tints is laden | img2poems |
i was with thee in heaven: i cannot tell
if years or moments so the sudden bliss
when first we found then lost us in a kiss | img2poems |
this morn 'twas may the blossoms were astir
with southern wind but now the boughs are bent
with snow instead of birds and all things freeze | img2poems |
how much of all my past is dumb with her
and of my future too for with her went
half of that world i ever cared to please | img2poems |
grim jest of fate
yet who dare call it blind
knowing what life is what our human-kind | img2poems |
in charmed communion with his dual mind
he wandered spain himself both knight and hind
redressing wrongs he knew must ever be | img2poems |
what mean these banners spread
these paths with royal red
so gaily carpeted | img2poems |
'tis striking six
sure never day
was short as this is | img2poems |
perfect
and all this to waste
on a graybeard's palsied taste | img2poems |
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