Give unto me, made lowly wise,/ The spirit of self-sacrifice. |
Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness. |
Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn |
Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent. |
He murmurs near the running brooks A music sweeter than their own. |
Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue. |
Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy |
Hence in a season of calm weather/ Though inland far we be,/ Our souls have sight of that immortal sea/ Which brought us hither,/ Can in a moment travel thither,/ And see the children sport upon the shore,/ And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore. |
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair. . . . |
His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless. |
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold. |
How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land! |
How men lived Even next-door neighbors, as we say, yet still Strangers, not knowing each the other's name. |
How the bold teacher's doctrine, sanctified By truth, shall spread, throughout the world dispersed |
Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams. |