Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And, while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful ev |
O for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more |
O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. |
O Winter, ruler of the inverted year! |
O, popular applause! what heart of man is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms? |
Oh for a closer walk with God, / A calm and heavenly frame; / A light to shine upon the road / That leads me to the Lamb! |
Oh that those lips had language! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last |
Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore. |
Oh, laugh or mourn with me the rueful jest, / A cassocked huntsman and a fiddling priest! |
Oh! let me then at length be taught What I am still so slow to learn; That God is love, and changes not, Nor knows the shadow of a turn. |
Once more I would adopt the graver style - a teacher should be sparing of his smile. |
One leg by truth supported, one by lies, They sidle to the goal with awkward pace, Secure of nothing -- but to lose the race. |
Our severest winter, commonly called the spring. |
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns, Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns. |
Patriots are grown too shrewd to be sincere, And we too wise to trust them |