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Was never form and never faceSo sweet to SEYD as only graceWhich did not slumber like a stoneBut hovered gleaming and was gone.Beauty chased he everywhere,In flame, in storm, in clouds of air.He smote the lake to feed his eyeWith the beryl beam of the broken...

Seyd melted the days like cups of pearl,Served high and low, the lord and churl,Loved harebells nodding on a rock,A cabin hung with curling smoke,Ring of axe or hum of wheelOr gleam which use can paint on steel,And huts and tents; nor loved he lessStately lo...

We flee away from cities, but we bringThe best of cities with us, these learned classifiers, Men knowing what they seek, armed eyes of experts. We praise the guide, we praise the forest life: But will we sacrifice our dear-bought lore Of books and arts and t...

I framed his tongue to music,I armed his hand with skill, I moulded his face to beautyAnd his heart the throne of Will. All departments of life at the present day – Trade, Politics, Letters, Science, or Religion – seem to feel, and to labor to express, t...

For whom the Muses smile upon, And touch with soft persuasion,His words, like a storm-wind, can bring Terror and beauty on their wing;In his every syllableLurketh nature veritable;And though he speak in midnight dark, – In heaven no star, on earth no spark, ...

I reached the middle of the mountUp which the incarnate soul must climb, And paused for them, and looked around,With me who walked through space and time.Five rosy boys with morning lightHad leaped from one fair mother's arms, Fronted the sun with hope as br...

To these menThe landscape is an armory of powers,Which, one by one, they know to draw and use. They harness beast, bird, insect, to their work; They prove the virtues of each bed of rock, And, like the chemist mid his loaded jars, Draw from each stratum its ...

Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,And marching single in an endless file,Bring diadems and fagots in their hands.To each they offer gifts after his will,Bread, kingdoms, stars and sky that holds them all.I, in my...

O day of days when we can read!The reader and the book, – either without the other is naught.That book is good Which puts me in a working mood.Unless to Thought be added Will Apollo is an imbecile. It is easy to accuse books, and bad ones are easily found...

Yet Saadi loved the race of men, – No churl, immured in cave or den; In bower and hallHe wants them all; But he has no companion; Come ten, or come a million, Good Saadi dwells alone. Too long shut in strait and few, Thinly dieted on dew,I will use the wor...

So nigh is grandeur to our dust,So near is God to man,When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can. PERIL around, all else appalling, Cannon in front and leaden rain, Him duty, through the clarion calling To the van, called not in vain. I ...

One thing is forever good;That one thing is Success,—Dear to the Eumenides,And to all the heavenly brood.Who bides at home, nor looks abroad,Carries the eagles and masters the sword. But if thou do thy best,Without remission, without rest,And invite the...

'Once more,' the old man cried,ye clouds,Airy turrets purple-piled,Which once my infancy beguiled, Beguile me with the wonted spell. I know ye skilful to convoyThe total freight of hope and joy Into rude and homely nooks,Shed mocking lustres on shelf of book...

Preface to the Centenary Edition A year ago Mr. James Elliot Cabot died, a good citizen of the Republic, a gentleman, brave, modest and kind, a thorough scholar, especially a master-mind in metaphysics, and a man of wide culture in letters, knowledge of Natur...

But over all his crowning grace,Wherefor thanks God his daily praise,Is the purging of his eyeTo see the people of the sky:From blue mount and headland dimFriendly hands stretch forth to him,Him they beckon, him adviseOf heavenlier prosperitiesAnd a more exc...

When the old world is sterileAnd the ages are effete,He will from wrecks and sedimentThe fairer world complete.He forbids to despair;His cheeks mantle with mirth;And the unimagined good of menIs yeaning at the birth. “I have heard my master say that a m...

He, when the rising storm of party roared,Brought his great forehead to the council board,There, while hot heads perplexed with fears the state,Calm as the morn the manly patriot sate;Seemed, when at last his clarion accents brokeAs if the conscience of the ...

Go where he will, the wise man is at home,His hearth the earth,—his hall the azure dome;Where his clear spirit leads him, there’s his roadBy God’s own light illumined and foreshowed. Day by day for her darlings to her much she added more;In her hundred-gate...