The wise man homewards plods; I only stay
To fiddle-faddle in a minor key.
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Newman, in you two parasites combine:
When on the virtues of the quick you’ve dwelt,The pride of residence was all you felt(What vain vulgarian the wish ne’er knewTo paint his lodging a flamboyant hue?)And when the praises of the dead you’ve sung,‘Twas appetite, not truth, inspired your tongue;As ill-bred men when warming to their wineBoast of its merit though it be…
As sweet as the look of a lover
That blossom to blue as the maidIs ablush to the glances above her,The sunshine is gilding the gladeAnd lifting the lark out of shade.Sing therefore high praises, and thereforeSing songs that are ancient as gold,Of earth in her garments of gold;Nor ask of their meaning, nor whereforeThey charm as of yore, for behold!The Earth is…
Dies irae! dies ilia!
Teste David cum Sibylla.Quantus tremor est futurus,Quando Judex est venturus.Cuncta stricte discussurus.Tuba mirum spargens sonumPer sepulchra regionem,Coget omnes ante thronum.Mors stupebit, et Natura,Quum resurget creaturaJudicanti responsura.Liber scriptus proferetur,In quo totum continetur,Unde mundus judicetur.Judex ergo quum sedebit,Quicquid latet apparebit,Nil inultum remanebit.Quid sum miser tunc dicturus,Quem patronem rogaturus,Quum vix justus sit securus?Rex tremendae majestatis,Qui salvandos salvas gratis;Salva…
Did I believe the angels soon would call
And I should never see you any more,I love you so I know that I should fallInto dejection utterly, and allLove’s pretty pageantry, wherein we boreTwin banners bravely in the tumult’s fore,Would seem as shadows idling on a wall.So daintily I love you that my loveEndures no rumor of the winter’s breath,And only blossoms for…
You may say they won’t grow, and say they’ll decay-
Get up on your ear, blow your blaring bazooAnd hire a hall to proclaim it; and youMay stand on a stump with a lifted handAs a pine may stand or a redwood stand,And stick to your story and cheek it through.But I point with pride to the far divideWhere the Snake from its groves is…
Strolling at sunset in my native land,
I crossed a Shadow flung athwart my way,Emerging on a waste of rock and sand.‘The apples all are gone from here,’ I said,‘The roses perished and their spirits fled.I will go back.’ A voice cried out: ‘The manIs risen who eternally was dead!’I turned and saw an angel standing there,Newly descended from the heights of…