The godlike sculptor will not so deform
Beauty, which bones and flesh enough invest.
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Though loth to grieve
I cannot leaveMy buried thoughtFor the priest’s cant,Or statesman’s rant.If I refuseMy study for their politique,Which at the best is trick,The angry musePuts confusion in my brain.But who is he that pratesOf the culture of mankind,Of better arts and life?Go, blind worm, go,Behold the famous StatesHarrying MexicoWith rifle and with knife.Or who, with accent bolder,Dare…
The Sphinx is drowsy,
Her ear is heavy,She broods on the world.‘Who’ll tell me my secret,The ages have kept?–I awaited the seer,While they slumbered and slept;–‘The fate of the man-child;The meaning of man;Known fruit of the unknown;Daedalian plan;Out of sleeping a waking,Out of waking a sleep;Life death overtaking;Deep underneath deep?‘Erect as a sunbeam,Upspringeth the palm;The elephant browses,Undaunted and calm;In…
HENCEFORTH, please God, forever I forego
Light-hearted as a bird, and live with God.I find him in the bottom of my heart,I hear continually his voice therein.horizontal dotted lineThe little needle always knows the North,The little bird remembereth his note,And this wise Seer within me never errs.I never taught it what it teaches me;I only follow, when I act aright.
S. H.
His cold eye truth and conduct scanned,July was in his sunny heart,October in his liberal hand.A. H.High was her heart, and yet was well inclined,Her manners made of bounty well refined;Far capitals, and marble courts, her eye still seemed to see,Minstrels, and kings, and high-born dames, and of the best that be.‘SUUM CUIQUE.’Wilt thou seal…
Good Heart, that ownest all!
Not of lands and towns the gift,–Too large a load for me to lift,–But for one proper creature,Which geographic eye,Sweeping the map of Western earth,Or the Atlantic coast, from MaineTo Powhatan’s domain,Could not descry.Is’t much to ask in all thy huge creation,So trivial a part,–A solitary heart?Yet count me not of spirit mean,Or mine a…
Thee, dear friend, a brother soothes,
Which tarnish not, but purifyTo light which dims the morning’s eye.I have come from the spring-woods,From the fragrant solitudes;Listen what the poplar tree,And murmuring waters counselled me.If with love thy heart has burned,If thy love is unreturned,Hide thy grief within thy breast,Though it tear thee unexpressed.For, when love has once departedFrom the eyes of the…