‘Stone walls do not a prison make,Nor iron bars a cage!’Yes, that is true; and something moreYou’ll find, where’er you roam,That marble floors and gilded wallsCan never make a home.But every house where Love abides,And Friendship is a guest,Is surely home, and home-sweet-home:For there the heart can rest.
Of pure philosophy and tranquil song;Born to behold the visions that belongTo those who dwell in melody and light;Milton, thou spirit delicate and bright!What drew thee down to join the Roundhead throngOf iron-sided warriors, rude and strong,Fighting for freedom in a world half night?Lover of Liberty at heart wast thou,Above all beauty bright, all music…
and starts for the blue ocean.She is an object of beauty and strength,and I stand and watch until at last she hangslike a speck of white cloudjust where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.Then someone at my side says,‘ There she goes! ‘Gone where?Gone from my sight… that is all.She…
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speckof white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.Then, someone at my side says, ‘There, she is gone’Gone where?Gone from my sight. That is all. She…
The guardian walls of Honour made,The roof of Faith is built above,The fire upon the hearth is Love:Though rains descend and loud winds call,This happy house shall never fall.THE DOORSTEADThe lintel low enough to keep out pomp and pride:The threshold high enough to turn deceit aside:The doorband strong enough from robbers to defend:This door will…
Hath gleams of wonder and of glad surprise,Like woodland streams that cross a sunlit spot:Nor for thy beauty, born without a blot,Most perfect when it shines through no disguisePure as the star of Eve in Paradise, —For all these outward things I love thee not:But for a something in thy form and face,Thy looks and…
Look how the world with the lights that they lit is illumined and starred,Brief was the flame of their life, but the lamps of their art burn long!Where is the Master of Music, and how has he vanished away?Where is the work that he wrought with his wonderful art in the air?Gone, — it is…
If standing like a beggar at your sideWith naked feet, I have forgot the artOf those who bargain well in passion’s mart,And win the thing they want by what they hide;Be mine the fault as mine the hope denied,Be mine the lover’s and the loser’s part.The sin, if sin it was, I do repent,And take…
To admire the crumblyh castles and the statues and kingsBut now I think I’ve had enough of antiquated things.So it’s home again, and home again, America for me!My heart is turning home again and there I long to be,In the land of youth and freedom, beyond the ocean bars,Where the air is full of sunlight…
But that was a long while ago!And meantime man said, ‘No,–I like their looks in their robes and rings.’So he crowned a few more,And they went on playing the game as before,Fighting and spoiling things.Man said, ‘I am tired of kings!Sons of the robber-chiefs of yore,They make me pay for their lust and their war;I…
