'Tis Apollo comes leading / His choir, the Nine. / The leader is fairest, / But all are divine. |
(Poetry) a criticism of life under the conditions fixed for such a criticism by the laws of poetic truth and poetic beauty |
...what thwarts us and demands of us the greatest effort is also what can teach us most. |
A wanderer is man from his birth. / He was born in a ship / On the breast of the river of Time. |
All the biblical miracles will at last disappear with the progress of science. |
All the live murmur of a summer's day. |
And see all sights from pole to pole, / And glance, and nod, and bustle by; / And never once possess our soul / Before we die. |
And then he thinks he knows The hills where his life rose, And the sea where it goes |
And thou, who didst the stars and sunbeams know, / Self-schooled, self-scanned, self-honoured, self-secure / Didst tread on earth unguessed at. Better so! |
And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night |
And we forget because we must And not because we will |
Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur. |
Because thou must not dream, thou need not despair. |
But each day brings its petty dust our soon-choked souls to fill, and we forget because we must, and not because we will. |
But the majestic river floated on, / Out of the mist and hum of that low land, / Into the frosty starlight, and there moved, / Rejoicing, through the hushed Chorasmian waste, / Under the solitary moon. |