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Dear my love, you know,\n     You had a father: let your son say so.","themes":["love","nature","death","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1041/pg1041-images.html","sourceId":"shakespeare","sourceEdition":"Shakespeare’s Sonnets, Project Gutenberg eBook 1041","sourceLocator":"13","sourceNote":"Modernized source spelling and punctuation are retained. 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Sweet roses do not so;\n Of their sweet deaths, are sweetest odours made:\n     And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,\n     When that shall vade, by verse distills your truth.","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1041/pg1041-images.html","sourceId":"shakespeare","sourceEdition":"Shakespeare’s Sonnets, Project Gutenberg eBook 1041","sourceLocator":"54","sourceNote":"Modernized source spelling and punctuation are retained. 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The purple pride\n Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells\n In my love’s veins thou hast too grossly dy’d.\n The lily I condemned for thy hand,\n And buds of marjoram had stol’n thy hair;\n The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,\n One blushing shame, another white despair;\n A third, nor red nor white, had stol’n of both,\n And to his robbery had annex’d thy breath;\n But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth\n A vengeful canker eat him up to death.\n     More flowers I noted, yet I none could see,\n     But sweet, or colour it had stol’n from thee.","themes":["love","nature","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1041/pg1041-images.html","sourceId":"shakespeare","sourceEdition":"Shakespeare’s Sonnets, Project Gutenberg eBook 1041","sourceLocator":"99","sourceNote":"Modernized source spelling and punctuation are retained. 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Three winters cold,\n Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,\n Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn’d,\n In process of the seasons have I seen,\n Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn’d,\n Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.\n Ah! yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,\n Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv’d;\n So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,\n Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv’d:\n     For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred:\n     Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead.","themes":["nature","time","death","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1041/pg1041-images.html","sourceId":"shakespeare","sourceEdition":"Shakespeare’s Sonnets, Project Gutenberg eBook 1041","sourceLocator":"104","sourceNote":"Modernized source spelling and punctuation are retained. 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Love is not love\n Which alters when it alteration finds,\n Or bends with the remover to remove:\n O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,\n That looks on tempests and is never shaken;\n It is the star to every wandering bark,\n Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.\n Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks\n Within his bending sickle’s compass come;\n Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,\n But bears it out even to the edge of doom.\n     If this be error and upon me prov’d,\n     I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.","themes":["love","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1041/pg1041-images.html","sourceId":"shakespeare","sourceEdition":"Shakespeare’s Sonnets, Project Gutenberg eBook 1041","sourceLocator":"116","sourceNote":"Modernized source spelling and punctuation are retained. 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Is this thy body’s end?\n Then soul, live thou upon thy servant’s loss,\n And let that pine to aggravate thy store;\n Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;\n Within be fed, without be rich no more:\n     So shall thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,\n     And Death once dead, there’s no more dying then.","themes":["spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1041/pg1041-images.html","sourceId":"shakespeare","sourceEdition":"Shakespeare’s Sonnets, Project Gutenberg eBook 1041","sourceLocator":"146","sourceNote":"Modernized source spelling and punctuation are retained. 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O! how can Love’s eye be true,\n That is so vexed with watching and with tears?\n No marvel then, though I mistake my view;\n The sun itself sees not, till heaven clears.\n     O cunning Love! with tears thou keep’st me blind,\n     Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.","themes":["love","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1041/pg1041-images.html","sourceId":"shakespeare","sourceEdition":"Shakespeare’s Sonnets, Project Gutenberg eBook 1041","sourceLocator":"148","sourceNote":"Modernized source spelling and punctuation are retained. 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Proud of this pride,\n He is contented thy poor drudge to be,\n To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.\n     No want of conscience hold it that I call\n     Her ‘love,’ for whose dear love I rise and fall.","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1041/pg1041-images.html","sourceId":"shakespeare","sourceEdition":"Shakespeare’s Sonnets, Project Gutenberg eBook 1041","sourceLocator":"151","sourceNote":"Modernized source spelling and punctuation are retained. 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I am perjur’d most;\n For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee,\n And all my honest faith in thee is lost:\n For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness,\n Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy;\n And, to enlighten thee, gave eyes to blindness,\n Or made them swear against the thing they see;\n     For I have sworn thee fair; more perjured I,\n     but I my mistress so foul a lie.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1041/pg1041-images.html","sourceId":"shakespeare","sourceEdition":"Shakespeare’s Sonnets, Project Gutenberg eBook 1041","sourceLocator":"152","sourceNote":"Modernized source spelling and punctuation are retained. 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Hesitated so\n This side the victory!\n\n Life is but life, and death but death!\n Bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath!\n And if, indeed, I fail,\n At least to know the worst is sweet.\n Defeat means nothing but defeat,\n No drearier can prevail!\n\n And if I gain, — oh, gun at sea,\n Oh, bells that in the steeples be,\n At first repeat it slow!\n For heaven is a different thing\n Conjectured, and waked sudden in,\n And might o'erwhelm me so!","themes":["spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12242/12242-h/12242-h.htm#T_is_so_much_joy_T_is_so_much_joy","sourceId":"dickinson","sourceEdition":"Poems: First, Second and Third Series (1890, 1891, 1896), Project Gutenberg 12242","sourceLocator":"T_is_so_much_joy_T_is_so_much_joy","sourceNote":"Early editions edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and T. W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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The great storm is over!\n Four have recovered the land;\n Forty gone down together\n Into the boiling sand.\n\n Ring, for the scant salvation!\n Toll, for the bonnie souls, —\n Neighbor and friend and bridegroom,\n Spinning upon the shoals!\n\n How they will tell the shipwreck\n When winter shakes the door,\n Till the children ask, \"But the forty?\n Did they come back no more?\"\n\n Then a silence suffuses the story,\n And a softness the teller's eye;\n And the children no further question,\n And only the waves reply.","themes":["nature","loneliness","friendship","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12242/12242-h/12242-h.htm#Glee_The_great_storm_is_over","sourceId":"dickinson","sourceEdition":"Poems: First, Second and Third Series (1890, 1891, 1896), Project Gutenberg 12242","sourceLocator":"Glee_The_great_storm_is_over","sourceNote":"Early editions edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and T. W. Higginson. 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He twirled a button,\n Without a glance my way:\n \"But, madam, is there nothing else\n That we can show to-day?\"","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12242/12242-h/12242-h.htm#I_asked_no_other_thing","sourceId":"dickinson","sourceEdition":"Poems: First, Second and Third Series (1890, 1891, 1896), Project Gutenberg 12242","sourceLocator":"I_asked_no_other_thing","sourceNote":"Early editions edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and T. W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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What liberty\n A loosened spirit brings!","themes":["freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12242/12242-h/12242-h.htm#He_ate_and_drank_the_precious_words","sourceId":"dickinson","sourceEdition":"Poems: First, Second and Third Series (1890, 1891, 1896), Project Gutenberg 12242","sourceLocator":"He_ate_and_drank_the_precious_words","sourceNote":"Early editions edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and T. W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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LOVE.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12242/12242-h/12242-h.htm#The_brain_within_its_groove","sourceId":"dickinson","sourceEdition":"Poems: First, Second and Third Series (1890, 1891, 1896), Project Gutenberg 12242","sourceLocator":"The_brain_within_its_groove","sourceNote":"Early editions edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and T. W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. Display titles use first lines.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"5352121271d68f2c532044db53c6eaeba47a1c4309d419f3cb90a67172dcc834","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"dickinson-Alter_When_the_hills_do","title":"Alter? When the hills do.","poet":"Emily Dickinson","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Alter? When the hills do.\n Falter? When the sun\n Question if his glory\n Be the perfect one.\n\n Surfeit? When the daffodil\n Doth of the dew:\n Even as herself, O friend!\n I will of you!","themes":["friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12242/12242-h/12242-h.htm#Alter_When_the_hills_do","sourceId":"dickinson","sourceEdition":"Poems: First, Second and Third Series (1890, 1891, 1896), Project Gutenberg 12242","sourceLocator":"Alter_When_the_hills_do","sourceNote":"Early editions edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and T. W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. Display titles use first lines.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"d7db55bcc2e2780f1438b86c8fef730d953f4fd8c133e7b70e68e05e1a10ae03","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"dickinson-As_if_some_little_Arctic_flower","title":"As if some little Arctic flower","poet":"Emily Dickinson","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"As if some little Arctic flower,\n Upon the polar hem,\n Went wandering down the latitudes,\n Until it puzzled came\n To continents of summer,\n To firmaments of sun,\n To strange, bright crowds of flowers,\n And birds of foreign tongue!\n I say, as if this little flower\n To Eden wandered in —\n What then? Why, nothing, only,\n Your inference therefrom!","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12242/12242-h/12242-h.htm#As_if_some_little_Arctic_flower","sourceId":"dickinson","sourceEdition":"Poems: First, Second and Third Series (1890, 1891, 1896), Project Gutenberg 12242","sourceLocator":"As_if_some_little_Arctic_flower","sourceNote":"Early editions edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and T. W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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How dreary marbles,\n After playing Crown!","themes":["spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12242/12242-h/12242-h.htm#God_permits_industrious_angels","sourceId":"dickinson","sourceEdition":"Poems: First, Second and Third Series (1890, 1891, 1896), Project Gutenberg 12242","sourceLocator":"God_permits_industrious_angels","sourceNote":"Early editions edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and T. W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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Is the east\n Afraid to trust the morn\n With her fastidious forehead?\n As soon impeach my crown!","themes":["death","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12242/12242-h/12242-h.htm#Afraid_Of_whom_am_I_afraid","sourceId":"dickinson","sourceEdition":"Poems: First, Second and Third Series (1890, 1891, 1896), Project Gutenberg 12242","sourceLocator":"Afraid_Of_whom_am_I_afraid","sourceNote":"Early editions edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and T. W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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Ah! what leagues there are\n Between our feet and day!","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12242/12242-h/12242-h.htm#At_last_to_be_identified","sourceId":"dickinson","sourceEdition":"Poems: First, Second and Third Series (1890, 1891, 1896), Project Gutenberg 12242","sourceLocator":"At_last_to_be_identified","sourceNote":"Early editions edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and T. W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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The Spirit, \"Sir,\n I have another trust.\"\n\n Death doubts it, argues from the ground.\n The Spirit turns away,\n Just laying off, for evidence,\n An overcoat of clay.","themes":["death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12242/12242-h/12242-h.htm#Death_is_a_dialogue_between","sourceId":"dickinson","sourceEdition":"Poems: First, Second and Third Series (1890, 1891, 1896), Project Gutenberg 12242","sourceLocator":"Death_is_a_dialogue_between","sourceNote":"Early editions edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and T. W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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Who are you?\n Are you nobody, too?\n Then there 's a pair of us — don't tell!\n They 'd banish us, you know.\n\n How dreary to be somebody!\n How public, like a frog\n To tell your name the livelong day\n To an admiring bog!","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12242/12242-h/12242-h.htm#Im_nobody_Who_are_you","sourceId":"dickinson","sourceEdition":"Poems: First, Second and Third Series (1890, 1891, 1896), Project Gutenberg 12242","sourceLocator":"Im_nobody_Who_are_you","sourceNote":"Early editions edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and T. W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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The weaver?\n Ah! the bewildering thread!\n The tapestries of paradise\n So notelessly are made!","themes":["friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12242/12242-h/12242-h.htm#A_shady_friend_for_torrid_days","sourceId":"dickinson","sourceEdition":"Poems: First, Second and Third Series (1890, 1891, 1896), Project Gutenberg 12242","sourceLocator":"A_shady_friend_for_torrid_days","sourceNote":"Early editions edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and T. W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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LOVE.","themes":["love","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12242/12242-h/12242-h.htm#Just_lost_when_I_was_saved","sourceId":"dickinson","sourceEdition":"Poems: First, Second and Third Series (1890, 1891, 1896), Project Gutenberg 12242","sourceLocator":"Just_lost_when_I_was_saved","sourceNote":"Early editions edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and T. W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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Tell him —\n Tell him the page I didn't write;\n Tell him I only said the syntax,\n And left the verb and the pronoun out.\n Tell him just how the fingers hurried,\n Then how they waded, slow, slow, slow;\n And then you wished you had eyes in your pages,\n So you could see what moved them so.\n\n \"Tell him it wasn't a practised writer,\n You guessed, from the way the sentence toiled;\n You could hear the bodice tug, behind you,\n As if it held but the might of a child;\n You almost pitied it, you, it worked so.\n Tell him — No, you may quibble there,\n For it would split his heart to know it,\n And then you and I were silenter.\n\n \"Tell him night finished before we finished,\n And the old clock kept neighing 'day!'\n And you got sleepy and begged to be ended —\n What could it hinder so, to say?\n Tell him just how she sealed you, cautious,\n But if he ask where you are hid\n Until to-morrow, — happy letter!\n Gesture, coquette, and shake your head!\"","themes":["love","time","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12242/12242-h/12242-h.htm#Going_to_him_Happy_letter_Tell_him","sourceId":"dickinson","sourceEdition":"Poems: First, Second and Third Series (1890, 1891, 1896), Project Gutenberg 12242","sourceLocator":"Going_to_him_Happy_letter_Tell_him","sourceNote":"Early editions edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and T. 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Wild nights!\n Were I with thee,\n Wild nights should be\n Our luxury!\n\n Futile the winds\n To a heart in port, —\n Done with the compass,\n Done with the chart.\n\n Rowing in Eden!\n Ah! the sea!\n Might I but moor\n To-night in thee!","themes":["love","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12242/12242-h/12242-h.htm#Wild_nights_Wild_nights","sourceId":"dickinson","sourceEdition":"Poems: First, Second and Third Series (1890, 1891, 1896), Project Gutenberg 12242","sourceLocator":"Wild_nights_Wild_nights","sourceNote":"Early editions edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and T. W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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Epigea wakens! —\n The crocus stirs her lids,\n Rhodora's cheek is crimson, —\n She's dreaming of the woods.\"\n\n Then, turning from them, reverent,\n \"Their bed-time 't is,\" she said;\n \"The bumble-bees will wake them\n When April woods are red.\"","themes":["time","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12242/12242-h/12242-h.htm#Whose_are_the_little_beds_I_asked","sourceId":"dickinson","sourceEdition":"Poems: First, Second and Third Series (1890, 1891, 1896), Project Gutenberg 12242","sourceLocator":"Whose_are_the_little_beds_I_asked","sourceNote":"Early editions edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and T. W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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In thee!\"","themes":["nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12242/12242-h/12242-h.htm#To_hear_an_oriole_sing","sourceId":"dickinson","sourceEdition":"Poems: First, Second and Third Series (1890, 1891, 1896), Project Gutenberg 12242","sourceLocator":"To_hear_an_oriole_sing","sourceNote":"Early editions edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and T. W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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Who asketh more\n Must seek the neighboring life!","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12242/12242-h/12242-h.htm#A_modest_lot_a_fame_petite","sourceId":"dickinson","sourceEdition":"Poems: First, Second and Third Series (1890, 1891, 1896), Project Gutenberg 12242","sourceLocator":"A_modest_lot_a_fame_petite","sourceNote":"Early editions edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and T. W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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Could'st credit me?\n\n    Gay little heart!\n    Like morning glory\n Thou'll wilted be; thou'll wilted be!","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12242/12242-h/12242-h.htm#Poor_little_heart","sourceId":"dickinson","sourceEdition":"Poems: First, Second and Third Series (1890, 1891, 1896), Project Gutenberg 12242","sourceLocator":"Poor_little_heart","sourceNote":"Early editions edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and T. W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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That will do!\n\n Put me in on the firmest side,\n    So I shall never fall;\n For we must ride to the Judgment,\n    And it's partly down hill.\n\n But never I mind the bridges,\n    And never I mind the sea;\n Held fast in everlasting race\n    By my own choice and thee.\n\n Good-by to the life I used to live,\n    And the world I used to know;\n And kiss the hills for me, just once;\n    Now I am ready to go!","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12242/12242-h/12242-h.htm#Tie_the_strings_to_my_life_my_Lord,","sourceId":"dickinson","sourceEdition":"Poems: First, Second and Third Series (1890, 1891, 1896), Project Gutenberg 12242","sourceLocator":"Tie_the_strings_to_my_life_my_Lord,","sourceNote":"Early editions edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and T. W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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I and thee\n    Permitted face to face to be;\n After a life, a death we'll say, —\n    For death was that, and this is thee.","themes":["love","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12242/12242-h/12242-h.htm#If_I_may_have_it_when_its_dead","sourceId":"dickinson","sourceEdition":"Poems: First, Second and Third Series (1890, 1891, 1896), Project Gutenberg 12242","sourceLocator":"If_I_may_have_it_when_its_dead","sourceNote":"Early editions edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and T. W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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A little boat adrift!\n    And night is coming down!\n Will no one guide a little boat\n    Unto the nearest town?\n\n So sailors say, on yesterday,\n    Just as the dusk was brown,\n One little boat gave up its strife,\n    And gurgled down and down.\n\n But angels say, on yesterday,\n    Just as the dawn was red,\n One little boat o'erspent with gales\n Retrimmed its masts, redecked its sails\n    Exultant, onward sped!","themes":["hope","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/12242/12242-h/12242-h.htm#Adrift_A_little_boat_adrift","sourceId":"dickinson","sourceEdition":"Poems: First, Second and Third Series (1890, 1891, 1896), Project Gutenberg 12242","sourceLocator":"Adrift_A_little_boat_adrift","sourceNote":"Early editions edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and T. W. Higginson. Their punctuation and editorial choices differ from manuscript editions. 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The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.\n\nAway from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.\n\nToday the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.\n\nNow it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.","themes":["love","nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"5","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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I fear lest the day end before I am aware, and the time of offering go by.\n\nThough its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower in thy service and pluck it while there is time.","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"6","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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In this hall of thine I have a corner seat.\n\nIn thy world I have no work to do; my useless life can only break out in tunes without a purpose.\n\nWhen the hour strikes for thy silent worship at the dark temple of midnight, command me, my master, to stand before thee to sing.\n\nWhen in the morning air the golden harp is tuned, honour me, commanding my presence.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"15","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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My eyes have seen and my ears have heard.\n\nIt was my part at this feast to play upon my instrument, and I have done all I could.\n\nNow, I ask, has the time come at last when I may go in and see thy face and offer thee my silent salutation?","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"16","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil and its head bent low with patience.\n\nThe morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky.\n\nThen thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds’ nests, and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.","themes":["love","nature","loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"19","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.\n\nOnly now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.\n\nThat vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to me that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.\n\nI knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.","themes":["love","nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"20","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house—do not pass by like a dream.","themes":["love","loneliness","night","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"22","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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I wonder where lies thy path!\n\nBy what dim shore of the ink-black river, by what far edge of the frowning forest, through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading thy course to come to me, my friend?","themes":["love","nature","night","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"23","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"26","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. Display titles use opening words.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"7f3b7ae2270e5067b53494ccbe1b703cd3f42580e4e55807a1a3628aef4393ed","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"tagore-27","title":"Gitanjali 27 · Light, oh where is the light? Kindle it with the…","poet":"Rabindranath Tagore","lang":"en","form":"Prose poem","text":"Light, oh where is the light? Kindle it with the burning fire of desire!\n\nThere is the lamp but never a flicker of a flame—is such thy fate, my heart? Ah, death were better by far for thee!\n\nMisery knocks at thy door, and her message is that thy lord is wakeful, and he calls thee to the love-tryst through the darkness of night.\n\nThe sky is overcast with clouds and the rain is ceaseless. I know not what this is that stirs in me—I know not its meaning.\n\nA moment’s flash of lightning drags down a deeper gloom on my sight, and my heart gropes for the path to where the music of the night calls me.\n\nLight, oh where is the light! Kindle it with the burning fire of desire! It thunders and the wind rushes screaming through the void. The night is black as a black stone. Let not the hours pass by in the dark. Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.","themes":["love","spirituality","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"27","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into the sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow.\n\nI take pride in this great wall, and I plaster it with dust and sand lest a least hole should be left in this name; and for all the care I take I lose sight of my true being.","themes":["grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"29","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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But who is this that follows me in the silent dark?\n\nI move aside to avoid his presence but I escape him not.\n\nHe makes the dust rise from the earth with his swagger; he adds his loud voice to every word that I utter.\n\nHe is my own little self, my lord, he knows no shame; but I am ashamed to come to thy door in his company.","themes":["spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"30","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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I thought my invincible power would hold the world captive leaving me in a freedom undisturbed. Thus night and day I worked at the chain with huge fires and cruel hard strokes. When at last the work was done and the links were complete and unbreakable, I found that it held me in its grip.”","themes":["spirituality","night","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"31","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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But day passes by after day and thou art not seen.\n\nIf I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart, thy love for me still waits for my love.","themes":["love","loneliness","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"32","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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And when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.","themes":["love","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"37","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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All desires that distract me, day and night, are false and empty to the core.\n\nAs the night keeps hidden in its gloom the petition for light, even thus in the depth of my unconsciousness rings the cry—I want thee, only thee.\n\nAs the storm still seeks its end in peace when it strikes against peace with all its might, even thus my rebellion strikes against thy love and still its cry is—I want thee, only thee.","themes":["love","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"38","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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The horizon is fiercely naked—not the thinnest cover of a soft cloud, not the vaguest hint of a distant cool shower.\n\nSend thy angry storm, dark with death, if it is thy wish, and with lashes of lightning startle the sky from end to end.\n\nBut call back, my lord, call back this pervading silent heat, still and keen and cruel, burning the heart with dire despair.\n\nLet the cloud of grace bend low from above like the tearful look of the mother on the day of the father’s wrath.","themes":["love","spirituality","death","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"40","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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I sit like a beggar maid, drawing my skirt over my face, and when they ask me, what it is I want, I drop my eyes and answer them not.\n\nOh, how, indeed, could I tell them that for thee I wait, and that thou hast promised to come. How could I utter for shame that I keep for my dowry this poverty. Ah, I hug this pride in the secret of my heart.\n\nI sit on the grass and gaze upon the sky and dream of the sudden splendour of thy coming—all the lights ablaze, golden pennons flying over thy car, and they at the roadside standing agape, when they see thee come down from thy seat to raise me from the dust, and set at thy side this ragged beggar girl a-tremble with shame and pride, like a creeper in a summer breeze.\n\nBut time glides on and still no sound of the wheels of thy chariot. Many a procession passes by with noise and shouts and glamour of glory. Is it only thou who wouldst stand in the shadow silent and behind them all? And only I who would wait and weep and wear out my heart in vain longing?","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"41","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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Lo, the evening has come down upon the shore and in the fading light the seabirds come flying to their nests.\n\nWho knows when the chains will be off, and the boat, like the last glimmer of sunset, vanish into the night?","themes":["time","spirituality","night","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"42","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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In the meanwhile the air is filling with the perfume of promise.","themes":["love","nature","hope","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"44","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. Display titles use opening words.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"98e479477e9556630a14a53ad3b043aae0d1c31dcf0db87812933ec561dd091e","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"tagore-45","title":"Gitanjali 45 · Have you not heard his silent steps? He comes, comes…","poet":"Rabindranath Tagore","lang":"en","form":"Prose poem","text":"Have you not heard his silent steps? He comes, comes, ever comes.\n\nEvery moment and every age, every day and every night he comes, comes, ever comes.\n\nMany a song have I sung in many a mood of mind, but all their notes have always proclaimed, “He comes, comes, ever comes.”\n\nIn the fragrant days of sunny April through the forest path he comes, comes, ever comes.\n\nIn the rainy gloom of July nights on the thundering chariot of clouds he comes, comes, ever comes.\n\nIn sorrow after sorrow it is his steps that press upon my heart, and it is the golden touch of his feet that makes my joy to shine.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"45","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. 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Thy sun and stars can never keep thee hidden from me for aye.\n\nIn many a morning and eve thy footsteps have been heard and thy messenger has come within my heart and called me in secret.\n\nI know not only why today my life is all astir, and a feeling of tremulous joy is passing through my heart.\n\nIt is as if the time were come to wind up my work, and I feel in the air a faint smell of thy sweet presence.","themes":["love","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"46","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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Let me sleep undisturbed even if my lord comes of a sudden to my door.\n\nAh, my sleep, precious sleep, which only waits for his touch to vanish. Ah, my closed eyes that would open their lids only to the light of his smile when he stands before me like a dream emerging from darkness of sleep.\n\nLet him appear before my sight as the first of all lights and all forms. The first thrill of joy to my awakened soul let it come from his glance. And let my return to myself be immediate return to him.","themes":["nature","spirituality","night","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"47","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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Withered leaves danced and whirled in the hot air of noon. The shepherd boy drowsed and dreamed in the shadow of the banyan tree, and I laid myself down by the water and stretched my tired limbs on the grass.\n\nMy companions laughed at me in scorn; they held their heads high and hurried on; they never looked back nor rested; they vanished in the distant blue haze. They crossed many meadows and hills, and passed through strange, far-away countries. All honour to you, heroic host of the interminable path! Mockery and reproach pricked me to rise, but found no response in me. I gave myself up for lost in the depth of a glad humiliation—in the shadow of a dim delight.\n\nThe repose of the sun-embroidered green gloom slowly spread over my heart. I forgot for what I had travelled, and I surrendered my mind without struggle to the maze of shadows and songs.\n\nAt last, when I woke from my slumber and opened my eyes, I saw thee standing by me, flooding my sleep with thy smile. How I had feared that the path was long and wearisome, and the struggle to reach thee was hard!","themes":["love","nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"48","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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One plaintive little strain mingled with the great music of the world, and with a flower for a prize you came down and stopped at my cottage door.","themes":["love","nature","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"49","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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Then of a sudden thou didst hold out thy right hand and say “What hast thou to give to me?”\n\nAh, what a kingly jest was it to open thy palm to a beggar to beg! I was confused and stood undecided, and then from my wallet I slowly took out the least little grain of corn and gave it to thee.\n\nBut how great my surprise when at the day’s end I emptied my bag on the floor to find a least little gram of gold among the poor heap. I bitterly wept and wished that I had had the heart to give thee my all.","themes":["love","nature","hope","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"50","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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We sleepily thought it was the distant thunder. The earth shook, the walls rocked, and it troubled us in our sleep. Only some said it was the sound of wheels. We said in a drowsy murmur, “No, it must be the rumbling of clouds!”\n\nThe night was still dark when the drum sounded. The voice came “Wake up! delay not!” We pressed our hands on our hearts and shuddered with fear. Some said, “Lo, there is the king’s flag!” We stood up on our feet and cried “There is no time for delay!”\n\nThe king has come—but where are lights, where are wreaths? Where is the throne to seat him? Oh, shame! Oh utter shame! Where is the hall, the decorations? Someone has said, “Vain is this cry! Greet him with empty hands, lead him into thy rooms all bare!”\n\nOpen the doors, let the conch-shells be sounded! in the depth of the night has come the king of our dark, dreary house. The thunder roars in the sky. The darkness shudders with lightning. Bring out thy tattered piece of mat and spread it in the courtyard. With the storm has come of a sudden our king of the fearful night.","themes":["time","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"51","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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The morning bird twitters and asks, “Woman, what hast thou got?” No, it is no flower, nor spices, nor vase of perfumed water—it is thy dreadful sword.\n\nI sit and muse in wonder, what gift is this of thine. I can find no place to hide it. I am ashamed to wear it, frail as I am, and it hurts me when I press it to my bosom. Yet shall I bear in my heart this honour of the burden of pain, this gift of thine.\n\nFrom now there shall be no fear left for me in this world, and thou shalt be victorious in all my strife. Thou hast left death for my companion and I shall crown him with my life. Thy sword is with me to cut asunder my bonds, and there shall be no fear left for me in the world.\n\nFrom now I leave off all petty decorations. Lord of my heart, no more shall there be for me waiting and weeping in corners, no more coyness and sweetness of demeanour. Thou hast given me thy sword for adornment. No more doll’s decorations for me!","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"52","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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But more beautiful to me thy sword with its curve of lightning like the outspread wings of the divine bird of Vishnu, perfectly poised in the angry red light of the sunset.\n\nIt quivers like the one last response of life in ecstasy of pain at the final stroke of death; it shines like the pure flame of being burning up earthly sense with one fierce flash.\n\nBeautiful is thy wristlet, decked with starry gems; but thy sword, O lord of thunder, is wrought with uttermost beauty, terrible to behold or think of.","themes":["nature","spirituality","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"53","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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Thine eyes were sad when they fell on me; thy voice was tired as thou spokest low—“Ah, I am a thirsty traveller.” I started up from my day-dreams and poured water from my jar on thy joined palms. The leaves rustled overhead; the cuckoo sang from the unseen dark, and perfume of babla flowers came from the bend of the road.\n\nI stood speechless with shame when my name thou didst ask. Indeed, what had I done for thee to keep me in remembrance? But the memory that I could give water to thee to allay thy thirst will cling to my heart and enfold it in sweetness. The morning hour is late, the bird sings in weary notes, neem leaves rustle overhead and I sit and think and think.","themes":["love","nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"54","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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At every footfall of yours, will not the harp of the road break out in sweet music of pain?","themes":["love","nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"55","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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And for this thy love loses itself in the love of thy lover, and there art thou seen in the perfect union of two.","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"56","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.\n\nThe light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling, and it scatters gems in profusion.\n\nMirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling, and gladness without measure. The heaven’s river has drowned its banks and the flood of joy is abroad.","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"57","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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Thy face is bent from above, thy eyes look down on my eyes, and my heart has touched thy feet.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"59","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. Display titles use opening words.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"cde6ff17e7d3024660510252ad790529037e6371040e1be4282228f3f1fc97dd","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"tagore-60","title":"Gitanjali 60 · On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The infinite…","poet":"Rabindranath Tagore","lang":"en","form":"Prose poem","text":"On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.\n\nThey build their houses with sand and they play with empty shells. With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep. Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.\n\nThey know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them again. They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets.\n\nThe sea surges up with laughter and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby’s cradle. The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.\n\nOn the seashore of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams in the pathless sky, ships get wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children.","themes":["death","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"60","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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Yes, there is a rumour that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning—the smile that flickers on baby’s lips when he sleeps.\n\nThe sweet, soft freshness that blooms on baby’s limbs—does anybody know where it was hidden so long? Yes, when the mother was a young girl it lay pervading her heart in tender and silent mystery of love—the sweet, soft freshness that has bloomed on baby’s limbs.","themes":["love","nature","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"61","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger.\n\nI am uneasy at heart when I have to leave my accustomed shelter; I forget that there abides the old in the new, and that there also thou abidest.\n\nThrough birth and death, in this world or in others, wherever thou leadest me it is thou, the same, the one companion of my endless life who ever linkest my heart with bonds of joy to the unfamiliar.\n\nWhen one knows thee, then alien there is none, then no door is shut. Oh, grant me my prayer that I may never lose the bliss of the touch of the one in the play of many.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"63","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. 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My house is all dark and lonesome—lend me your light!” she raised her dark eyes for a moment and looked at my face through the dusk. “I have come to the river,” she said, “to float my lamp on the stream when the daylight wanes in the west.” I stood alone among tall grasses and watched the timid flame of her lamp uselessly drifting in the tide.\n\nIn the silence of gathering night I asked her, “Maiden, your lights are all lit—then where do you go with your lamp? My house is all dark and lonesome—lend me your light.” She raised her dark eyes on my face and stood for a moment doubtful. “I have come,” she said at last, “to dedicate my lamp to the sky.” I stood and watched her light uselessly burning in the void.\n\nIn the moonless gloom of midnight I ask her, “Maiden, what is your quest, holding the lamp near your heart? My house is all dark and lonesome—lend me your light.” She stopped for a minute and thought and gazed at my face in the dark. “I have brought my light,” she said, “to join the carnival of lamps.” I stood and watched her little lamp uselessly lost among lights.","themes":["love","loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"64","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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Thou givest thyself to me in love and then feelest thine own entire sweetness in me.","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"65","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.","themes":["nature","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"69","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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In me is thy own defeat of self.\n\nThis screen that thou hast raised is painted with innumerable figures with the brush of the night and the day. Behind it thy seat is woven in wondrous mysteries of curves, casting away all barren lines of straightness.\n\nThe great pageant of thee and me has overspread the sky. With the tune of thee and me all the air is vibrant, and all ages pass with the hiding and seeking of thee and me.","themes":["hope","grief","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"71","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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The delights of sight and hearing and touch will bear thy delight.\n\nYes, all my illusions will burn into illumination of joy, and all my desires ripen into fruits of love.","themes":["love","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"73","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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There at the fording in the little boat the unknown man plays upon his lute.","themes":["time","loneliness","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"74","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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With folded hands, O lord of all worlds, shall I stand before thee face to face.\n\nUnder thy great sky in solitude and silence, with humble heart shall I stand before thee face to face.\n\nIn this laborious world of thine, tumultuous with toil and with struggle, among hurrying crowds shall I stand before thee face to face.\n\nAnd when my work shall be done in this world, O King of kings, alone and speechless shall I stand before thee face to face.","themes":["love","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"76","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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I shrink to give up my life, and thus do not plunge into the great waters of life.","themes":["love","spirituality","friendship","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"77","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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Thy touch has not yet melted my vapour, making me one with thy light, and thus I count months and years separated from thee.\n\nIf this be thy wish and if this be thy play, then take this fleeting emptiness of mine, paint it with colours, gild it with gold, float it on the wanton wind and spread it in varied wonders.\n\nAnd again when it shall be thy wish to end this play at night, I shall melt and vanish away in the dark, or it may be in a smile of the white morning, in a coolness of purity transparent.","themes":["nature","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"80","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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In the morning I woke up and found my garden full with wonders of flowers.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"81","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. Display titles use opening words.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"109f167b7f0526b6fbc45003cd4c815643bfec49688bc7489be10f905ee84f31","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"tagore-82","title":"Gitanjali 82 · Time is endless in thy hands, my lord. There is…","poet":"Rabindranath Tagore","lang":"en","form":"Prose poem","text":"Time is endless in thy hands, my lord. There is none to count thy minutes.\n\nDays and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers. Thou knowest how to wait.\n\nThy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.\n\nWe have no time to lose, and having no time we must scramble for a chances. We are too poor to be late.\n\nAnd thus it is that time goes by while I give it to every querulous man who claims it, and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last.\n\nAt the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate to be shut; but I find that yet there is time.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"82","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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But this my sorrow is absolutely mine own, and when I bring it to thee as my offering thou rewardest me with thy grace.","themes":["grief","night","home","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"83","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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Where were their armour and their arms?\n\nThey looked poor and helpless, and the arrows were showered upon them on the day they came out from their master’s hall.\n\nWhen the warriors marched back again to their master’s hall where did they hide their power?\n\nThey had dropped the sword and dropped the bow and the arrow; peace was on their foreheads, and they had left the fruits of their life behind them on the day they marched back again to their master’s hall.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"85","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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It is thy messenger who stands at my door.\n\nI will worship him placing at his feet the treasure of my heart.\n\nHe will go back with his errand done, leaving a dark shadow on my morning; and in my desolate home only my forlorn self will remain as my last offering to thee.","themes":["love","death","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"86","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch in the allness of the universe.","themes":["hope","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"87","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. Display titles use opening words.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"82c8b13dedf42e3c34f370296aae54fee7888f06430d9b2c99fc0257d6d8aa18","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"tagore-88","title":"Gitanjali 88 · Deity of the ruined temple! The broken strings of Vina…","poet":"Rabindranath Tagore","lang":"en","form":"Prose poem","text":"Deity of the ruined temple! The broken strings of Vina sing no more your praise. The bells in the evening proclaim not your time of worship. The air is still and silent about you.\n\nIn your desolate dwelling comes the vagrant spring breeze. It brings the tidings of flowers—the flowers that for your worship are offered no more.\n\nYour worshipper of old wanders ever longing for favour still refused. In the eventide, when fires and shadows mingle with the gloom of dust, he wearily comes back to the ruined temple with hunger in his heart.\n\nMany a festival day comes to you in silence, deity of the ruined temple. Many a night of worship goes away with lamp unlit.\n\nMany new images are built by masters of cunning art and carried to the holy stream of oblivion when their time is come.\n\nOnly the deity of the ruined temple remains unworshipped in deathless neglect.","themes":["love","nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"88","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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But I have my untimely leave in the middle of the day, in the thick of work.\n\nLet then the flowers come out in my garden, though it is not their time; and let the midday bees strike up their lazy hum.\n\nFull many an hour have I spent in the strife of the good and the evil, but now it is the pleasure of my playmate of the empty days to draw my heart on to him; and I know not why is this sudden call to what useless inconsequence!","themes":["love","nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"89","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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After the wedding the bride shall leave her home and meet her lord alone in the solitude of night.","themes":["love","nature","hope","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"91","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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Rare is its lowliest seat, rare is its meanest of lives.\n\nThings that I longed for in vain and things that I got—let them pass. Let me but truly possess the things that I ever spurned and overlooked.","themes":["loneliness","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"92","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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A summons has come and I am ready for my journey.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"93","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. Display titles use opening words.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"c1a9157004db5f1cc623eb6cd1f917e2ed2519edeecacc43db3eab2931048ecd","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"tagore-94","title":"Gitanjali 94 · At this time of my parting, wish me good luck…","poet":"Rabindranath Tagore","lang":"en","form":"Prose poem","text":"At this time of my parting, wish me good luck, my friends! The sky is flushed with the dawn and my path lies beautiful.\n\nAsk not what I have with me to take there. I start on my journey with empty hands and expectant heart.\n\nI shall put on my wedding garland. Mine is not the red-brown dress of the traveller, and though there are dangers on the way I have no fear in mind.\n\nThe evening star will come out when my voyage is done and the plaintive notes of the twilight melodies be struck up from the King’s gateway.","themes":["love","hope","time","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"94","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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And because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well.\n\nThe child cries out when from the right breast the mother takes it away, in the very next moment to find in the left one its consolation.","themes":["love","nature","death","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"95","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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Only my voice took up the tunes, and my heart danced in their cadence.\n\nNow, when the playtime is over, what is this sudden sight that is come upon me? The world with eyes bent upon thy feet stands in awe with all its silent stars.","themes":["love","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"97","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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Nothing will be left for me, nothing whatever, and utter death shall I receive at thy feet.","themes":["love","grief","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"98","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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Vain is this struggle.\n\nThen take away your hands and silently put up with your defeat, my heart, and think it your good fortune to sit perfectly still where you are placed.\n\nThese my lamps are blown out at every little puff of wind, and trying to light them I forget all else again and again.\n\nBut I shall be wise this time and wait in the dark, spreading my mat on the floor; and whenever it is thy pleasure, my lord, come silently and take thy seat here.","themes":["love","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"99","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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The days are long passed when my sport was to be tossed on waves.\n\nAnd now I am eager to die into the deathless.\n\nInto the audience hall by the fathomless abyss where swells up the music of toneless strings I shall take this harp of my life.\n\nI shall tune it to the notes of forever, and when it has sobbed out its last utterance, lay down my silent harp at the feet of the silent.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"100","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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It was they who led me from door to door, and with them have I felt about me, searching and touching my world.\n\nIt was my songs that taught me all the lessons I ever learnt; they showed me secret paths, they brought before my sight many a star on the horizon of my heart.\n\nThey guided me all the day long to the mysteries of the country of pleasure and pain, and, at last, to what palace gate have they brought me in the evening at the end of my journey?","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"101","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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And you sit there smiling.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/7164/pg7164-images.html","sourceId":"tagore","sourceEdition":"Gitanjali (Song Offerings), author’s English translation (1912–1913), Project Gutenberg 7164","sourceLocator":"102","sourceNote":"English prose poems translated by Rabindranath Tagore himself. Original numbered units and paragraph boundaries are retained. 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LIREE!\n   Hasten maidens, hasten away\n   To gather the leaves of the henna-tree.\n   The tilka's red for the brow of a bride,\n   And betel-nut's red for lips that are sweet;\n   But, for lily-like fingers and feet,\n   The red, the red of the henna-tree.","themes":["nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/680/pg680-images.html#id00064","sourceId":"naidu","sourceEdition":"The Golden Threshold (1905), Project Gutenberg 680","sourceLocator":"id00064","sourceNote":"Original English poems. 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Who bade you\n        awake from your sleep\n   And track me beyond the cerulean foam of the\n        deep?\n\nWould you tear from my lintels these sacred\n        green garlands of leaves?\n   Would you scare the white, nested, wild\n        pigeons of joy from my eaves?\n   Would you touch and defile with dead fingers\n        the robes of my priest?\n   Would you weave your dim moan with the\n        chantings of love at my feast?\n\nGo back to your grave, O my Dream, under\n        forests of snow,\n   Where a heart-riven child hid you once, seven\n        aeons ago.\n   Who bade you arise from your darkness? I\n        bid you depart!\n   Profane not the shrines I have raised in the\n        clefts of my heart.","themes":["love","death","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/680/pg680-images.html#id00150","sourceId":"naidu","sourceEdition":"The Golden Threshold (1905), Project Gutenberg 680","sourceLocator":"id00150","sourceNote":"Original English poems. 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Beside our springs\nSit down, and in our mossy valleys, on\nSome bank beside a river clear, throw thy\nSilk draperies off, and rush into the stream!\nOur valleys love the Summer in his pride.\n\nOur bards are famed who strike the silver wire:\nOur youth are bolder than the southern swains,\nOur maidens fairer in the sprightly dance.\nWe lack not songs, nor instruments of joy,\nNor echoes sweet, nor waters clear as heaven,\nNor laurel wreaths against the sultry heat.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/79363/pg79363-images.html#Page_5","sourceId":"blake","sourceEdition":"Poems, edited by Alice Meynell, Blackie, London (1911), Project Gutenberg 79363","sourceLocator":"2","sourceNote":"Poetry only, from the 1911 selection. Page-number artifacts are removed; section and stanza boundaries are preserved. 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Shake not thy roofs,\nNor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.\n\nHe hears me not, but o’er the yawning deep\nRides heavy; his storms are unchained, sheathed\nIn ribbed steel; I dare not lift mine eyes;\nFor he hath reared his sceptre o’er the world.\n\nLo! now the direful monster, whose skin clings\nTo his strong bones, strides o’er the groaning rocks:\nHe withers all in silence, and in his hand\nUnclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.\n\nHe takes his seat upon the cliffs,—the mariner\nCries in vain. Poor little wretch, that deal’st\nWith storms!—till heaven smiles, and the monster\nIs driv’n yelling to his caves beneath Mount Hecla.","themes":["nature","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/79363/pg79363-images.html#Page_9","sourceId":"blake","sourceEdition":"Poems, edited by Alice Meynell, Blackie, London (1911), Project Gutenberg 79363","sourceLocator":"4","sourceNote":"Poetry only, from the 1911 selection. Page-number artifacts are removed; section and stanza boundaries are preserved. 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Let thy west wind sleep on\nThe lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes,\nAnd wash the dusk with silver.—Soon, full soon,\nDost thou withdraw; then the wolf rages wide,\nAnd the lion glares through the dun forest.\nThe fleeces of our flocks are covered with\nThy sacred dew: protect them with thine\ninfluence!","themes":["love","nature","loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/79363/pg79363-images.html#Page_11","sourceId":"blake","sourceEdition":"Poems, edited by Alice Meynell, Blackie, London (1911), Project Gutenberg 79363","sourceLocator":"5","sourceNote":"Poetry only, from the 1911 selection. Page-number artifacts are removed; section and stanza boundaries are preserved. 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But Dick\nWas mischief-bent upon a trick:\nDown on his hands and knees he lay\nDirectly in the Blind-man’s way,\nThen cries out “Hem!”—Hodge heard, and ran\nWith hoodwinked chance—sure of his man;\nBut down he came.—Alas, how frail\nOur best of hopes, how soon they fail!\nWith crimson drops he stains the ground;\nConfusion startles all around.\nPoor piteous Dick supports his head,\nAnd fain would cure the hurt he made.\nBut Kitty hasted with a key,\nAnd down his back they straight convey\nThe cold relief; the blood is stayed,\nAnd Hodge again holds up his head.\n\nSuch are the fortunes of the game;\nAnd those who play should stop the same\nBy wholesome laws, such as—All those\nWho on the blinded man impose\nStand in his stead; as, long agone\nWhen men were first a nation grown,\nLawless they lived, till wantonness\nAnd liberty began to increase,\nAnd one man lay in another’s way;\nThen laws were made to keep fair play.","themes":["love","hope","loneliness","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/79363/pg79363-images.html#Page_21","sourceId":"blake","sourceEdition":"Poems, edited by Alice Meynell, Blackie, London (1911), Project Gutenberg 79363","sourceLocator":"13","sourceNote":"Poetry only, from the 1911 selection. 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What can it mean?\nAnd that I was a maiden Queen\nGuarded by an Angel mild:\nWitless woe was ne’er beguiled!\n\nAnd I wept both night and day,\nAnd he wiped my tears away;\nAnd I wept both day and night,\nAnd hid from him my heart’s delight.\n\nSo he took his wings, and fled;\nThen the morn blushed rosy red.\nI dried my tears, and armed my fears\nWith ten-thousand shields and spears.\n\nSoon my Angel came again;\nI was armed, he came in vain;\nFor the time of youth was fled,\nAnd grey hairs were on my head.","themes":["love","grief","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/79363/pg79363-images.html#Page_109","sourceId":"blake","sourceEdition":"Poems, edited by Alice Meynell, Blackie, London (1911), Project Gutenberg 79363","sourceLocator":"42","sourceNote":"Poetry only, from the 1911 selection. Page-number artifacts are removed; section and stanza boundaries are preserved. 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I also by pleasant streams\nHave wandered all night in the land of dreams;\nBut, though calm and warm the waters wide,\nI could not get to the other side.\n\n“Father, O father! what do we here,\nIn this land of unbelief and fear?\nThe land of dreams is better far,\nAbove the light of the morning star.”","themes":["love","grief","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/79363/pg79363-images.html#Page_133","sourceId":"blake","sourceEdition":"Poems, edited by Alice Meynell, Blackie, London (1911), Project Gutenberg 79363","sourceLocator":"59","sourceNote":"Poetry only, from the 1911 selection. Page-number artifacts are removed; section and stanza boundaries are preserved. 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Swift I ran,\nFor they beckoned to me,\nRemote by the sea,\nSaying: “Each grain of sand,\nEvery stone on the land,\nEach rock and each hill,\nEach fountain and rill,\nEach herb and each tree,\nMountain, hill, earth, and sea,\nCloud, meteor, and star,\nAre men seen afar.”\nI stood in the streams\nOf heaven’s bright beams,\nAnd saw Felpham sweet\nBeneath my bright feet,\nIn soft female charms;\nAnd in her fair arms\nMy shadow I knew,\nAnd my wife’s shadow too,\nAnd my sister and friend.\nWe like infants descend\nIn our shadows on earth,\nLike a weak mortal birth.\nMy eyes more and more,\nLike a sea without shore,\nContinue expanding,\nThe heavens commanding,\nTill the jewels of light,\nHeavenly men beaming bright,\nAppeared as one man,\nWho complacent began\nMy limbs to infold\nIn his beams of bright gold;\nLike dross purged away\nAll my mire and my clay.\nSoft consumed in delight,\nIn his bosom sun-bright\nI remained. Soft he smiled,\nAnd I heard his voice mild,\nSaying: “This is my fold,\nO thou ram horned with gold,\nWho awakest from sleep\nOn the sides of the deep.\nOn the mountains around\nThe roarings resound\nOf the lion and wolf,\nThe loud sea and deep gulph.\nThese are guards of my fold,\nO thou ram horned with gold!”\nAnd the voice faded mild,—\nI remained as a child;\nAll I ever had known\nBefore me bright shone:\nI saw you and your wife\nBy the fountains of life.\nSuch the vision to me\nAppeared on the sea.","themes":["nature","spirituality","night","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/79363/pg79363-images.html#Page_135","sourceId":"blake","sourceEdition":"Poems, edited by Alice Meynell, Blackie, London (1911), Project Gutenberg 79363","sourceLocator":"60","sourceNote":"Poetry only, from the 1911 selection. Page-number artifacts are removed; section and stanza boundaries are preserved. 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soul;\nEach outcry of the hunted hare\nA fibre from the brain doth tear;\nA skylark wounded on the wing\nDoth make a cherub cease to sing.\nHe who shall hurt the little wren\nShall never be beloved by men;\nHe who the ox to wrath has moved\nShall never be by woman loved;\nHe who shall train the horse to war\nShall never pass the Polar Bar.\nThe wanton boy that kills the fly\nShall feel the spider’s enmity;\nHe who torments the chafer’s sprite\nWeaves a bower in endless night.\nThe caterpillar on the leaf\nRepeats to thee thy mother’s grief;\nThe wild deer wandering here and there\nKeep the human soul from care;\nThe lamb misused breeds public strife,\nAnd yet forgives the butcher’s knife.\nKill not the moth nor butterfly,\nFor the last judgment draweth nigh;\nThe beggar’s dog and widow’s cat,\nFeed them and thou shalt grow fat.\nEvery tear from every eye\nBecomes a babe in eternity;\nThe bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,\nAre waves that beat on heaven’s shore.\n\nThe bat that flits at close of eve\nHas left the brain that won’t believe;\nThe owl that calls upon the night\nSpeaks the unbeliever’s fright.\nThe gnat that sings his summer’s song\nPoison gets from Slander’s tongue;\nThe poison of the snake and newt\nIs the sweat of Envy’s foot;\nThe poison of the honey-bee\nIs the artist’s jealousy;\nThe strongest poison ever known\nCame from Cæsar’s laurel-crown.\n\nNought can deform the human race\nLike to the armourer’s iron brace;\nThe soldier armed with sword and gun\nPalsied strikes the summer’s sun.\nWhen gold and gems adorn the plough,\nTo peaceful arts shall Envy bow.\nThe beggar’s rags fluttering in air\nDo to rags the heavens tear;\nThe prince’s robes and beggar’s rags\nAre toadstools on the miser’s bags.\n\nOne mite wrung from the labourer’s hands\nShall buy and sell the miser’s lands,\nOr, if protected from on high,\nShall that whole nation sell and buy;\nThe poor man’s farthing is worth more\nThan all the gold on Afric’s shore.\nThe whore and gambler, by the state\nLicensed, build that nation’s fate;\nThe harlot’s cry from street to street\nShall weave Old England’s winding sheet;\nThe winner’s shout, the loser’s curse,\nShall dance before dead England’s hearse.\n\nHe who mocks the infant’s faith\nShall be mocked in age and death;\nHe who shall teach the child to doubt\nThe rotting grave shall ne’er get out;\nHe who respects the infant’s faith\nTriumphs over hell and death.\nThe babe that weeps the rod beneath\nWrites revenge in realms of death.\nThe babe is more than swaddling-bands\nThroughout all these human lands;\nTools were made, and born were hands,\nEvery farmer understands.\n\nThe questioner who sits so sly\nShall never know how to reply;\nHe who replies to words of doubt\nDoth put the light of knowledge out;\nA riddle, or the cricket’s cry,\nIs to doubt a fit reply.\nThe child’s toys and the old man’s reasons\nAre the fruits of the two seasons.\nThe emmet’s inch and eagle’s mile\nMake lame philosophy to smile.\nA truth that’s told with bad intent\nBeats all the lies you can invent.\nHe who doubts from what he sees\nWill ne’er believe, do what you please;\nIf the sun and moon should doubt,\nThey’d immediately go out.\n\nEvery night and every morn\nSome to misery are born;\nEvery morn and every night\nSome are born to sweet delight;\nSome are born to sweet delight,\nSome are born to endless night.\nJoy and woe are woven fine,\nA clothing for the soul divine;\nUnder every grief and pine\nRuns a joy with silken twine.\nIt is right it should be so;\nMan was made for joy and woe;\nAnd, when this we rightly know,\nSafely through the world we go.\n\nWe are led to believe a lie\nWhen we see with not through the eye,\nWhich was born in a night to perish in a night\nWhen the soul slept in beams of light.\nGod appears and God is light\nTo those poor souls who dwell in night;\nBut doth a human form display\nTo those who dwell in realms of day.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/79363/pg79363-images.html#Page_144","sourceId":"blake","sourceEdition":"Poems, edited by Alice Meynell, Blackie, London (1911), Project Gutenberg 79363","sourceLocator":"65","sourceNote":"Poetry only, from the 1911 selection. 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Away! away!\nThis is the throne of Mammon grey.”\n\nI said, “This sure is very odd,\nI took it to be the throne of God.\nEverything else besides I have,\nIt’s only riches I can crave.\n\n“I have mental joys and mental health,\nMental friends and mental wealth.\nI’ve a wife that I love and that loves me,\nI’ve all but riches bodily.\n\n“I am in God’s presence night and day,\nHe never turns His face away.\nThe Accuser of Sins by my side does stand,\nAnd he holds my money-bags in his hand.\n\n“For my worldly things God makes him pay,\nAnd he’d pay for more if to him I would pray.\nAnd you may do the worst you can do;\nBe assured, Mr. Devil, I won’t pray to you.\n\n“Then if for riches I must not pray,\nGod knows, I little of prayers need say.\nSo, as a church is known by its steeple,\nIf I pray, it must be for other people.\n\n“He says, if I don’t worship him for a god,\nI shall eat coarser food and go worse shod;\nBut as I don’t value such things as these,\nYou must do, Mr. Devil, just as God please.”","themes":["love","nature","hope","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/79363/pg79363-images.html#Page_150","sourceId":"blake","sourceEdition":"Poems, edited by Alice Meynell, Blackie, London (1911), Project Gutenberg 79363","sourceLocator":"67","sourceNote":"Poetry only, from the 1911 selection. 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A threefold smile\nFilled me that like a flame I burned;\nI bent to kiss the lovely maid,\nAnd found a threefold kiss returned.\n\nI strove to seize the inmost form\nWith ardour fierce and hands of flame,\nBut burst the crystal cabinet,\nAnd like a weeping babe became:\n\nA weeping babe upon the wild,\nAnd weeping woman pale reclined,\nAnd in the outward air again,\nI filled with woes the passing wind.","themes":["love","grief","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/79363/pg79363-images.html#Page_166","sourceId":"blake","sourceEdition":"Poems, edited by Alice Meynell, Blackie, London (1911), Project Gutenberg 79363","sourceLocator":"78","sourceNote":"Poetry only, from the 1911 selection. Page-number artifacts are removed; section and stanza boundaries are preserved. Some entries are short pieces or extracts selected by the editor.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"8af78a1fc2594a8256b8a3a0785d80c4c499547428b6f1fa564d1db573d3e494","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"blake-79","title":"William Bond","poet":"William Blake","lang":"en","form":"Poem / selection","text":"I wonder whether the girls are mad,\nAnd I wonder whether they mean to kill,\nAnd I wonder if William Bond will die,\nFor assuredly he is very ill.\n\nHe went to church on a May morning,\nAttended by fairies one, two, and three,\nBut the angels of Providence drove them away,\nAnd he returned home in misery.\n\nHe went not out to the field nor fold,\nHe went not out to the village nor town,\nBut he came home in a black, black cloud,\nAnd took to his bed, and there lay down.\n\nAnd an angel of Providence at his feet,\nAnd an angel of Providence at his head,\nAnd in the midst a black, black cloud,\nAnd in the midst the sick man on his bed.\n\nAnd on his right hand was Mary Green,\nAnd on his left hand was his sister Jane,\nAnd their tears fell through the black, black cloud\nTo drive away the sick man’s pain.\n\n“O William, if thou dost another love,\nDost another love better than poor Mary,\nGo and take that other to be thy wife,\nAnd Mary Green shall her servant be.”\n\n“Yes, Mary, I do another love,\nAnother I love far better than thee,\nAnd another I will have for my wife:\nThen what have I to do with thee?\n\n“For thou art melancholy pale,\nAnd on thy head is the cold moon’s shine,\nBut she is ruddy and bright as day,\nAnd the sunbeams dazzle from her eyne.”\n\nMary trembled, and Mary chilled,\nAnd Mary fell down on the right-hand floor,\nThat William Bond and his sister Jane\nScarce could recover Mary more.\n\nWhen Mary woke and found her laid\nOn the right hand of her William dear,\nOn the right hand of his loved bed,\nAnd saw her William Bond so near;\n\nThe fairies that fled from William Bond\nDanced around her shining head;\nThey danced over the pillow white,\nAnd the angels of Providence left the bed.\n\n“I thought Love lived in the hot sunshine,\nBut O, he lives in the moony light!\nI thought to find Love in the heat of day,\nBut sweet Love is the comforter of night.\n\n“Seek Love in the pity of others’ woe,\nIn the gentle relief of another’s care,\nIn the darkness of night and the winter’s snow,\nWith the naked and outcast,—seek Love there.”","themes":["love","nature","grief","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/79363/pg79363-images.html#Page_168","sourceId":"blake","sourceEdition":"Poems, edited by Alice Meynell, Blackie, London (1911), Project Gutenberg 79363","sourceLocator":"79","sourceNote":"Poetry only, from the 1911 selection. Page-number artifacts are removed; section and stanza boundaries are preserved. Some entries are short pieces or extracts selected by the editor.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"5c5cd45b4b4bbc1da9ee98a2a2787b85cc6d62d06a4a1eb2939296aaf9e03a37","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"blake-80","title":"Los","poet":"William Blake","lang":"en","form":"Poem / selection","text":"VERSES FROM A LETTER TO MR. BUTTS, 1802\n\nWith happiness stretched across the hills\nIn a cloud that dewy sweetness distils,\nWith a blue sky spread over with wings,\nAnd a mild sun that mounts and sings;\nWith trees and fields full of fairy elves,\nAnd little devils who fight for themselves,\nRemembering the verses that Hayley sung\nWhen my heart knocked against the root of my tongue,\nWith angels planted in hawthorn bowers,\nAnd God himself in the passing Hours;\nWith silver angels across my way,\nAnd golden demons that none can stay;\nWith my father hovering upon the wind,\nAnd my brother Robert just behind,\nAnd my brother John, the evil one,\nIn a black cloud making his moan;\n(Though dead, they appear upon my path,\nNotwithstanding my terrible wrath;\nThey beg, they entreat, they drop their tears,\nFilled full of hopes, filled full of fears;)\nWith a thousand angels upon the wind,\nPouring disconsolate from behind\nTo drive them off,—and before my way\nA frowning Thistle implores my stay.\nWhat to others a trifle appears,\nFills me full of smiles or tears;\nFor double the vision my eyes do see,\nAnd a double vision is always with me.\nWith my inward eye, ’tis an old man grey;\nWith my outward, a thistle across my way.\n\n“If thou goest back,” the Thistle said,\n“Thou art to endless woe betrayed;\nFor here does Theotormon lour,\nAnd here is Enitharmon’s bower,\nAnd Los the terrible thus hath sworn,\nBecause thou backward dost return,\nPoverty, envy, old age, and fear,\nShall bring thy wife upon a bier;\nAnd Butts shall give what Fuseli gave,\nA dark black rock and a gloomy cave.”\nI struck the thistle with my foot,\nAnd broke him up from his delving root.\n“Must the duties of life each other cross?\nMust every joy be dung and dross?\nMust my dear Butts feel cold neglect\nBecause I give Hayley his due respect?\nMust Flaxman look upon me as wild,\nAnd all my friends be with doubts beguiled?\nMust my wife live in my sister’s bane,\nOr my sister survive on my Love’s pain?\nThe curses of Los, the terrible shade,\nAnd his dismal terrors, make me afraid.”\n\nSo I spoke, and struck in my wrath\nThe old man weltering upon my path.\nThen Los appeared in all his power:\nIn the sun he appeared, descending before\nMy face in fierce flames; in my double sight,\n’Twas outward a sun,—inward, Los in his might.\n“My hands are laboured day and night,\nAnd ease comes never in my sight.\nMy wife has no indulgence given,\nExcept what comes to her from heaven.\nWe eat little, we drink less;\nThis earth breeds not our happiness.\nAnother sun feeds our life’s streams;\nWe are not warmed with thy beams.\nThou measurest not the time to me,\nNor yet the space that I do see:\nMy mind is not with thy light arrayed;\nThy terrors shall not make me afraid.”\n\nWhen I had my defiance given,\nThe sun stood trembling in heaven;\nThe moon, that glowed remote below,\nBecame leprous and white as snow;\nAnd every soul of man on the earth\nFelt affliction and sorrow and sickness and dearth.\nLos flamed in my path, and the sun was hot\nWith the bows of my mind and the arrows of thought:\nMy bowstring fierce with ardour breathes,\nMy arrows glow in their golden sheaves.\nMy brother and father march before;\nThe heavens drop with human gore.\nNow I a fourfold vision see,\nAnd a fourfold vision is given to me.\n’Tis fourfold in my supreme delight,\nAnd threefold in soft Beulah’s night,\nAnd twofold always. May God us keep\nFrom single vision, and Newton’s sleep!","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/79363/pg79363-images.html#Page_171","sourceId":"blake","sourceEdition":"Poems, edited by Alice Meynell, Blackie, London (1911), Project Gutenberg 79363","sourceLocator":"80","sourceNote":"Poetry only, from the 1911 selection. Page-number artifacts are removed; section and stanza boundaries are preserved. Some entries are short pieces or extracts selected by the editor.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"e9eecf7b5f926a50cbf9c0b2b6f4a835ef16511281da022ca396181ced1f5c3b","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"blake-81","title":"Dedication of the Designs to Blair’s “Grave”","poet":"William Blake","lang":"en","form":"Poem / selection","text":"TO QUEEN CHARLOTTE\n\nThe door of Death is made of gold,\nThat mortal eyes cannot behold:\nBut, when the mortal eyes are closed,\nAnd cold and pale the limbs reposed,\nThe soul awakes, and, wondering, sees\nIn her mild hand the golden keys.\nThe grave is heaven’s golden gate,\nAnd rich and poor around it wait:\nO Shepherdess of England’s fold,\nBehold this gate of pearl and gold!\n\nTo dedicate to England’s Queen\nThe visions that my soul has seen,\nAnd by her kind permission bring\nWhat I have borne on solemn wing\nFrom the vast regions of the grave;\nBefore her throne my wings I wave,\nBowing before my sovereign’s feet.\nThe Grave produced these blossoms sweet,\nIn mild repose from earthly strife;\nThe blossoms of eternal life.","themes":["spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/79363/pg79363-images.html#Page_175","sourceId":"blake","sourceEdition":"Poems, edited by Alice Meynell, Blackie, London (1911), Project Gutenberg 79363","sourceLocator":"81","sourceNote":"Poetry only, from the 1911 selection. Page-number artifacts are removed; section and stanza boundaries are preserved. Some entries are short pieces or extracts selected by the editor.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"7a5e8233c8d007e441a9256432a340e67f3a97d8070a01da69b61dc44d6b821f","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"blake-82","title":"For a Picture of the Last","poet":"William Blake","lang":"en","form":"Poem / selection","text":"DEDICATION\n\nThe caverns of the Grave I’ve seen,\nAnd these I showed to England’s Queen,\nBut now the caves of Hell I view,—\nWhom shall I dare to show them to?\nWhat mighty soul in beauty’s form\nShall dauntless view the infernal storm?\nEgremont’s Countess can control\nThe flames of hell that round me roll.\nIf she refuse, I still go on,\nTill the heavens and earth are gone;\nStill admired by noble minds,\nFollowed by Envy on the winds.\nRe-engraved time after time,\nEver in their youthful prime,\nMy designs unchanged remain;\nTime may rage, but rage in vain;\nFor above Time’s troubled fountains,\nOn the great Atlantic mountains,\nIn my golden house on high,\nThere they hide eternally.","themes":["time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/79363/pg79363-images.html#Page_177","sourceId":"blake","sourceEdition":"Poems, edited by Alice Meynell, Blackie, London (1911), Project Gutenberg 79363","sourceLocator":"82","sourceNote":"Poetry only, from the 1911 selection. Page-number artifacts are removed; section and stanza boundaries are preserved. Some entries are short pieces or extracts selected by the editor.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"8a0a8ebba7c0182c5560dfe051128e2dc1088c545ec6c200f332c8468098c4d3","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"blake-83","title":"Scoffers","poet":"William Blake","lang":"en","form":"Poem / selection","text":"Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau,\nMock on, mock on; ’tis all in vain;\nYou throw the sand against the wind,\nAnd the wind blows it back again.\n\nAnd every sand becomes a gem,\nReflected in the beams divine;\nBlown back, they blind the mocking eye,\nBut still in Israel’s paths they shine.\n\nThe atoms of Democritus\nAnd Newton’s particles of light\nAre sands upon the Red Sea shore\nWhere Israel’s tents do shine so bright.","themes":["spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/79363/pg79363-images.html#Page_178","sourceId":"blake","sourceEdition":"Poems, edited by Alice Meynell, Blackie, London (1911), Project Gutenberg 79363","sourceLocator":"83","sourceNote":"Poetry only, from the 1911 selection. Page-number artifacts are removed; section and stanza boundaries are preserved. Some entries are short pieces or extracts selected by the editor.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"d7a4eda9e406c03fc7d9df5a4b99096d036941a4958946d644533ce0cc01c663","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"blake-84","title":"Fragments and Epigrams","poet":"William Blake","lang":"en","form":"Poem / selection","text":"The Sword sang on the barren heath,\nThe Sickle in the fruitful field:\nThe Sword he sang a song of death,\nBut could not make the Sickle yield.\n\nGreat things are done when men and mountains meet;\nThese are not done by jostling in the street.\n\nThe errors of a wise man make your rule,\nRather than the perfections of a fool.\n\nSome people admire the work of a fool,\nFor it’s sure to keep your judgment cool:\nIt does not reproach you with want of wit;\nIt is not like a lawyer serving a writ.\n\nHe’s a blockhead who wants a proof of what he can’t perceive,\nAnd he’s a fool who tries to make such a blockhead believe.\n\nThe Angel that presided at my birth\nSaid: “Little creature, formed of joy and mirth,\nGo, live without the help of any thing on earth.”\n\nAt a friend’s errors anger show,\nMirth at the errors of a foe.\nAnger and wrath my bosom rends:\nI thought them the errors of friends.\nBut all my limbs with warmth glow,\nI find them the errors of the foe.","themes":["death","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/79363/pg79363-images.html#Page_179","sourceId":"blake","sourceEdition":"Poems, edited by Alice Meynell, Blackie, London (1911), Project Gutenberg 79363","sourceLocator":"84","sourceNote":"Poetry only, from the 1911 selection. Page-number artifacts are removed; section and stanza boundaries are preserved. Some entries are short pieces or extracts selected by the editor.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"3cdc15e52dcd06cd9484b8005655d50ed51898e6df4752585a9a4d7ab9104309","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"blake-85","title":"From “Jerusalem”","poet":"William Blake","lang":"en","form":"Poem / selection","text":"The fields from Islington to Marylebone,\nTo Primrose Hill and Saint John’s Wood,\nWere builded over with pillars of gold;\nAnd there Jerusalem’s pillars stood.\n\nHer little ones ran on the fields,\nThe Lamb of God among them seen;\nAnd fair Jerusalem, His Bride,\nAmong the little meadows green.\n\nPancras and Kentish Town repose\nAmong her golden pillars high,\nAmong her golden arches which\nShine upon the starry sky.\n\nThe Jews’-Harp House and the Green Man,\nThe ponds where boys to bathe delight,\nThe fields of cows by Welling’s Farm,\nShine in Jerusalem’s pleasant sight.\n\nShe walks upon our meadows green,\nThe Lamb of God walks by her side,\nAnd every English child is seen,\nChildren of Jesus and His Bride.\n\nForgiving trespasses and sins,\nLest Babylon, with cruel Og,\nWith moral and self-righteous law,\nShould crucify in Satan’s synagogue.\n\nWhat are those golden builders doing\nNear mournful ever-weeping Paddington—\nStanding above that mighty ruin\nWhere Satan the first victory won?\n\nWhere Albion slept beneath the fatal tree?\nAnd the Druid’s golden knife\nRioted in human gore,\nIn offerings of human life?\n\nThey groaned aloud on London Stone,\nThey groaned aloud on Tyburn’s brook;\nAlbion gave his deadly groan,\nAnd all the Atlantic mountains shook.\n\nAlbion’s spectre from his loins\nTore forth in all the pomp of war,\nSatan his name: in flames of fire,\nHe stretched his Druid pillars far.\n\nJerusalem fell from Lambeth’s vale\nDown through Poplar and Old Bow.\nThrough Malden, and across the sea,\nIn war and howling, death and woe.\n\nThe Rhine was red with human blood,\nThe Danube rolled a purple tide;\nOn the Euphrates Satan stood,\nAnd over Asia stretched his pride.\n\nHe withered up sweet Zion’s hill\nFrom every nation of the earth;\nHe withered up Jerusalem’s gates,\nAnd in a dark land gave her birth.\n\nHe withered up the human form\nBy laws of sacrifice for sin,\nTill it became a mortal worm,\nBut O, translucent all within!\n\nThe Divine Vision still was seen,\nStill was the human form divine;\nWeeping, in weak and mortal clay,\nO Jesus! still the form was thine!\n\nAnd thine the human face; and thine\nThe human hands, and feet, and breath\nEntering through the gates of birth,\nAnd passing through the gates of death.\n\nAnd O thou Lamb of God! whom I\nSlew in my dark self-righteous pride,\nArt thou returned to Albion’s land?\nAnd is Jerusalem thy Bride?\n\nCome to my arms, and never more\nDepart, but dwell for ever here;\nCreate my spirit to thy Love,\nSubdue my spectre to thy fear.\n\nSpectre of Albion! warlike fiend!\nIn clouds of blood and ruin rolled,\nI here reclaim thee as my own,\nMy selfhood; Satan armed in gold.\n\nIs this thy soft family love?\nThy cruel patriarchal pride?\nPlanting thy family alone,\nDestroying all the world beside?\n\nA man’s worst enemies are those\nOf his own house and family:\nAnd he who makes his law a curse,\nBy his own law shall surely die.\n\nIn my exchanges every land\nShall walk; and mine in every land,\nMutual, shall build Jerusalem,\nBoth heart in heart and hand in hand.\n\nI saw a monk of Charlemagne\nArise before my sight:\nI talked with the grey monk as he stood\nIn the beams of infernal light.\n\nGibbon arose with a lash of steel,\nAnd Voltaire with a racking wheel;\nThe Schools, in clouds of learning rolled,\nArose with War in iron and gold.\n\n“Thou lazy monk”, they sound afar,\n“In vain condemning glorious war;\nAnd in your cell you shall ever dwell.\nRise, War, and bind him in his cell.”\n\nThe blood ran red from the Grey Monk’s side,\nHis hands and feet were wounded wide;\nHis body bent, his arms and knees\nLike to the roots of ancient trees.\n\nWhen Satan first the black bow bent,\nAnd moral law from the Gospel rent,\nHe forged the law into a sword,\nAnd spilled the blood of mercy’s Lord.\n\nTitus, Constantine, Charlemagne,\nO Voltaire, Rousseau, Gibbon; vain\nYour Grecian mocks and Roman sword\nAgainst the image of his Lord.\n\nFor a tear is an intellectual thing,\nAnd a sigh is the sword of an angel king,\nAnd the bitter groan of a martyr’s woe\nIs an arrow from the Almighty’s bow.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/79363/pg79363-images.html#Page_183","sourceId":"blake","sourceEdition":"Poems, edited by Alice Meynell, Blackie, London (1911), Project Gutenberg 79363","sourceLocator":"85","sourceNote":"Poetry only, from the 1911 selection. Page-number artifacts are removed; section and stanza boundaries are preserved. Some entries are short pieces or extracts selected by the editor.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"170eb1c616c2ed1e34e7122dd80c32cef6ef195c61a13b6352e8def75c51c203","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"blake-86","title":"Tiriel","poet":"William Blake","lang":"en","form":"Poem / selection","text":"And aged Tiriel stood before the gates of his beautiful palace,\nWith Myratana, once the Queen of all the western plains;\nBut now his eyes were darkened, and his wife fading in death.\nThey stood before their once delightful palace; and thus the voice\nOf aged Tiriel arose, that his sons might hear in their gates.\n\n“Accursed race of Tiriel! behold your father;\nCome forth and look on her that bore you. Come, you accursed sons.\nIn my weak arms I here have borne your dying mother;\nCome forth, sons of the curse, come forth! see the death of Myratana.”\n\nHis sons ran from their gates, and saw their aged parents stand;\nAnd thus the eldest son of Tiriel raised his mighty voice:—\n\n“Old man! unworthy to be called the father of Tiriel’s race!\nFor every one of those thy wrinkles, each of those grey hairs,\nAre cruel as death, and as obdurate as the devouring pit!\nWhy should thy sons care for thy curses, thou accursed man?\nWere we not slaves till we rebelled? Who cares for Tiriel’s curse?\nHis blessing was a cruel curse; his curse may be a blessing.”\n\nHe ceased. The aged man raised up his right hand to the heavens;\nHis left supported Myratana, shrinking in pangs of death.\nThe orbs of his large eyes he opened, and thus his voice went forth:—\n\n“Serpents, not sons, wreathing around the bones of Tiriel!\nYe worms of death, feasting upon your aged parent’s flesh,\nListen, and hear your mother’s groans. No more accursed sons\nShe bears; she groans not at the birth of Heuxos or Yuva.\nThese are the groans of death, ye serpents! these are the groans of death!\n\nNourished with milk, ye serpents, nourished with mother’s tears and cares!\nLook at my eyes, blind as the orbless skull among the stones;\nLook at my bald head. Hark, listen, ye serpents, listen!...\nWhat, Myratana! What, my wife! O soul! O spirit! O fire!\nWhat, Myratana, art thou dead? Look here, ye serpents, look!\nThe serpents sprung from her own bowels have drained her dry as this.\nCurse on your ruthless heads, for I will bury her even here!”\n\nSo saying, he began to dig a grave with his aged hands:\nBut Heuxos called a son of Zazel to dig their mother a grave.\n\n“Old cruelty, desist, and let us dig a grave for thee.\nThou hast refused our charity, thou hast refused our food,\nThou hast refused our clothes, our beds, our houses for thy dwelling,\nChoosing to wander like a son of Zazel in the rocks.\nWhy dost thou curse? Is not the curse now come upon thine head?\nWas it not thou enslaved the sons of Zazel? and they have cursed,\nAnd now thou feel’st it! Dig a grave, and let us bury our mother.”\n\n“There, take the body, cursed sons! and may the heavens rain wrath,\nAs thick as northern fogs, around your gates, to choke you up!\nThat you may lie as now your mother lies—like dogs, cast out;\nThe stink of your dead carcases annoying man and beast,\nTill your white bones are bleached with age for a memorial.\nNo! your remembrance shall perish; for, when your carcases\nLie stinking on the earth, the buriers shall arise from the East,\nAnd not a bone of all the sons of Tiriel remain.\nBury your mother, but you cannot bury the curse of Tiriel.”\n\nHe ceased, and darkling o’er the mountains sought his pathless way.\n\nHe wandered day and night. To him both day and night were dark:\nThe sun he felt, but the bright moon was now a useless globe.\nO’er mountains and through vales of woe the blind and aged man\nWandered, till he that leadeth all led him to the vales of Har.\n\nAnd Har and Heva, like two children, sat beneath the oak.\nMnetha, now aged, waited on them, and brought them food and clothing.\nBut they were as the shadow of Har, and as the years forgotten;\nPlaying with flowers and running after birds they spent the day,\nAnd in the night like infants slept, delighted with infant dreams.\n\nSoon as the blind wanderer entered the pleasant gardens of Har,\nThey ran weeping, like frighted infants, for refuge in Mnetha’s arms.\nThe blind man felt his way, and cried: “Peace to these open doors!\nLet no one fear, for poor blind Tiriel hurts none but himself.\nTell me, O friends, where am I now, and in what pleasant place?”\n\n“This is the valley of Har,” said Mnetha, “and this the tent of Har.\nWho art thou, poor blind man, that takest the name of Tiriel on thee?\nTiriel is King of all the West. Who art thou? I am Mnetha;\nAnd this is Har and Heva, trembling like infants by my side.”\n\n“I know Tiriel is King of the West, and there he lives in joy.\nNo matter who I am, O Mnetha! If thou hast any food,\nGive it me, for I cannot stay,—my journey is far from hence.”\n\nThen Har said: “O my mother Mnetha, venture not so near him,\nFor he is the king of rotten wood, and of the bones of death;\nHe wanders without eyes, and passes through thick walls and doors.\nThou shalt not smite my mother Mnetha, O thou eyeless man.”\n\n“A wanderer, I beg for food. You see I cannot weep.\nI cast away my staff, the kind companion of my travel,\nAnd I kneel down that you may see I am a harmless man.”\n\nHe kneeled down. And Mnetha said: “Come, Har and Heva, rise:\nHe is an innocent old man, and hungry with his travel.”\n\nThen Har arose, and laid his hand upon old Tiriel’s head.\n\n“God bless thy poor bald pate, God bless thy hollow winking eyes,\nGod bless thy shrivelled beard, God bless thy many-wrinkled forehead!\nThou hast no teeth, old man! and thus I kiss thy sleek bald head.\nHeva, come kiss his bald head, for he will not hurt us, Heva.”\nThen Heva came, and took old Tiriel in her mother’s arms.\n\n“Bless thy poor eyes, old man, and bless the old father of Tiriel!\nThou art my Tiriel’s old father; I know thee through thy wrinkles,\nBecause thou smellest like the fig-tree, thou smellest like ripe figs.\nHow didst thou lose thy eyes, old Tiriel? Bless thy wrinkled face!”\n\nMnetha said: “Come in, aged wanderer; tell us of thy name.\nWhy shouldst thou conceal thyself from those of thine own flesh?”\n\n“I am not of this region,” said Tiriel dissemblingly.\n“I am an aged wanderer, once father of a race\nFar in the North; but they were wicked, and were all destroyed,\nAnd I their father sent an outcast. I have told you all:\nAsk me no more, I pray, for grief hath sealed my precious sight.”\n\n“O Lord!” said Mnetha, “how I tremble! Are there then more people,\nMore human creatures on this earth, beside the sons of Har?”\n\n“No more,” said Tiriel, “but I, remain on all this globe;\nAnd I remain an outcast. Hast thou anything to drink?”\nThen Mnetha gave him milk and fruits, and they sat down together.\n\nThey sat and ate, and Har and Heva smiled on Tiriel.\n“Thou art a very old old man, but I am older than thou.\nHow came thine hair to leave thy forehead, how came thy face so brown?\nMy hair is very long, my beard doth cover all my breast.\nGod bless thy piteous face! To count the wrinkles in thy face\nWould puzzle Mnetha. Bless thy face, for thou art Tiriel!”\n\n“Tiriel I never saw but once. I sat with him and ate;\nHe was as cheerful as a prince, and gave me entertainment.\nBut long I stayed not at his palace, for I am forced to wander.”\n\n“What! wilt thou leave us too?” said Heva. “Thou shalt not leave us too,\nFor we have many sports to show thee, and many songs to sing;\nAnd after dinner we will walk into the cage of Har,\nAnd thou shalt help us to catch birds, and gather them ripe cherries;\nThen let thy name be Tiriel, and never leave us more.”\n\n“If thou dost go,” said Har, “I wish thine eyes may see thy folly.\nMy sons have left me.—Did thine leave thee? O, ’twas very cruel!”\n\n“No, venerable man,” said Tiriel, “ask me not such things,\nFor thou dost make my heart to bleed. My sons were not like thine,\nBut worse. O, never ask me more, or I must flee away.”\n\n“Thou shalt not go,” said Heva, “till thou hast seen our singing-birds,\nAnd heard Har sing in the great cage, and slept upon our fleeces.\n\n“Go not, for thou art so like Tiriel that I love thine head,\nThough it is wrinkled like the earth parched with the summer heat.”\n\nThen Tiriel rose up from the seat, and said: “God bless these tents!\nMy journey is o’er rocks and mountains, not in pleasant vales;\nI must not sleep nor rest, because of madness and dismay.”\n\nAnd Mnetha said: “Thou must not go to wander dark alone,\nBut dwell with us, and let us be to thee instead of eyes,\nAnd I will bring thee food, old man, till death shall call thee hence.”\n\nThen Tiriel frowned, and answered: “Did I not command you saying,\nMadness and deep dismay possess the heart of the blind man,\nThe wanderer who seeks the woods, leaning upon his staff?”\n\nThen Mnetha, trembling at his frowns, led him to the tent-door,\nAnd gave to him his staff, and blessed him. He went on his way.\n\nBut Har and Heva stood and watched him till he entered the wood;\nAnd then they went and wept to Mnetha, but they soon forgot their tears.\n\nOver the weary hills the blind man took his lonely way;\nTo him the day and night alike was dark and desolate.\n\nBut far he had not gone when Ijim from his woods came down,\nMet him at entrance of the forest, in a dark and lonely way.\n\n“Who art thou, eyeless wretch, that thus obstructest the lion’s path?\nIjim shall rend thy feeble joints, thou tempter of dark Ijim!\nThou hast the form of Tiriel, but I know thee well enough!\nStand from my path, foul fiend! Is this the last of thy deceits—\nTo be a hypocrite, and stand in shape of a blind beggar?”\n\nThe blind man heard his brother’s voice, and kneeled down on his knee.\n\n“O brother Ijim, if it is thy voice that speaks to me,—\nSmite not thy brother Tiriel, though weary of his life.\nMy sons have smitten me already; and, if thou smitest me,\nThe curse that rolls over their heads will rest itself on thine.\n’Tis now seven years since in my palace I beheld thy face.”\n\n“Come, thou dark fiend, I dare thy cunning! know that Ijim scorns\nTo smite thee in the form of helpless age and eyeless policy;\nRise up, for I discern thee, and I dare thy eloquent tongue.\nCome, I will lead thee on thy way, and use thee as a scoff.”\n\n“O, brother Ijim, thou beholdest wretched Tiriel:\nKiss me, my brother, and then leave me to wander desolate!”\n\n“No, artful fiend, but I will lead thee; dost thou want to go?\nReply not, lest I bind thee with the green flags of the brook;\nAy, now thou art discovered, I will use thee like a slave.”\n\nWhen Tiriel heard the words of Ijim, he sought not to reply:\nHe knew ’twas vain, for Ijim’s words were as the voice of Fate.\n\nAnd they went on together, over hills, through woody dales,\nBlind to the pleasures of the sight, and deaf to warbling birds.\n\nAll day they walked, and all the night beneath the pleasant moon,\nWestwardly journeying, till Tiriel grew weary with his travel.\n\n“O Ijim, I am faint and weary, for my knees forbid\nTo bear me further. Urge me not, lest I should die with travel.\nA little rest I crave, a little water from a brook,\nOr I shall soon discover that I am a mortal man,\nAnd thou wilt lose thy once-loved Tiriel. Alas! how faint I am!”\n\n“Impudent fiend!” said Ijim, “hold thy glib and eloquent tongue;—\nTiriel is a king, and thou the tempter of dark Ijim.\nDrink of this running brook, and I will bear thee on my shoulders.”\n\nHe drank; and Ijim raised him up, and bore him on his shoulders.\nAll day he bore him; and, when evening drew her solemn curtain,\nEntered the gates of Tiriel’s palace, and stood and called aloud.\n\n“Heuxos, come forth! I here have brought the fiend that troubles Ijim.\nLook! know’st thou aught of this grey beard, or of these blinded eyes?”\n\nHeuxos and Lotho ran forth at the sound of Ijim’s voice,\nAnd saw their aged father borne upon his mighty shoulders.\nTheir eloquent tongues were dumb, and sweat stood on their trembling limbs;\nThey knew ’twas vain to strive with Ijim. They bowed and silent stood.\n\n“What, Heuxos! call thy father, for I mean to sport to-night.\nThis is the hypocrite that sometimes roars a dreadful lion;\nThen I have rent his limbs, and left him rotting in the forest\nFor birds to eat. But I have scarce departed from the place\nBut like a tiger he would come, and so I rent him too.\nThen like a river he would seek to drown me in his waves,\nBut soon I buffeted the torrent; anon like to a cloud\nFraught with the swords of lightning, but I braved the vengeance too.\n\nThen he would creep like a bright serpent, till around my neck\nWhile I was sleeping he would twine: I squeezed his poisonous soul.\nThen like a toad or like a newt would whisper in my ears;\nOr like a rock stood in my way, or like a poisonous shrub.\nAt last I caught him in the form of Tiriel blind and old,\nAnd so I’ll keep him. Fetch your father, fetch forth Myratana.”\n\nThey stood confounded, and thus Tiriel raised his silver voice.\n\n“Serpents, not sons, why do you stand? Fetch hither Tiriel,\nFetch hither Myratana, and delight yourselves with scoffs;\nFor poor blind Tiriel is returned, and this much-injured head\nIs ready for your bitter taunts. Come forth, sons of the curse!”\n\nMeantime the other sons of Tiriel ran around their father,\nConfounded at the terrible strength of Ijim. They knew ’twas vain,\nBoth spear and shield were useless, and the coat of iron mail,\nWhen Ijim stretched his mighty arm; the arrow from his limbs\nRebounded, and the piercing sword broke on his naked flesh.\n\n“Then it is true, Heuxos, that thou hast turned thy aged parent\nTo be the sport of wintry winds,” said Ijim: “is this true?\nIt is a lie, and I am like the tree torn by the wind.\nThou eyeless fiend and you dissemblers! Is this Tiriel’s house?\nIt is as false as Matha, and as dark as vacant Orcus.\nEscape, ye fiends, for Ijim will not lift his hand against ye.”\n\nSo saying, Ijim gloomy turned his back, and silent sought\nThe secret forests, and all night wandered in desolate ways.\n\nAnd aged Tiriel stood and said: “Where does the thunder sleep?\nWhere doth he hide his terrible head? and his swift and fiery daughters,\nWhere do they shroud their fiery wings, and the terrors of their hair?\nEarth, thus I stamp thy bosom! rouse the earthquake from his den,\nTo raise his dark and burning visage through the cleaving ground,\nTo thrust these towers with his shoulders! Let his fiery dogs\nRise from the centre, belching flames and roaring dark smoke!\nWhere art thou, Pestilence, that bathest in fogs and standing lakes?\nRaise up thy sluggish limbs, and let the loathsomest of poisons\nDrop from thy garments as thou walkest, wrapped in yellow clouds!\nHere take thy seat in this wide court; let it be strewn with dead;\nAnd sit and smile upon these cursed sons of Tiriel!\nThunder, and fire, and pestilence, hear you not Tiriel’s curse?”\n\nHe ceased. The heavy clouds confused rolled round the lofty towers,\nDischarging their enormous voices at the father’s curse.\nThe earth trembled, fires belched from the yawning clefts,\nAnd, when the shaking ceased, a fog possessed the accursed clime.\n\nThe cry was great in Tiriel’s palace. His five daughters ran,\nAnd caught him by the garments, weeping with cries of bitter woe.\n\n“Ay, now you feel the curse, you cry! but may all ears be deaf\nAs Tiriel’s, and all eyes as blind as Tiriel’s, to your woes!\nMay never stars shine on your roofs, may never sun nor moon\nVisit you, but eternal fogs hover around your walls!—\nHela, my youngest daughter, thou shalt lead me from this place;\nAnd let the curse fall on the rest, and wrap them up together!”\n\nHe ceased, and Hela led her father from the noisome place.\nIn haste they fled, while all the sons and daughters of Tiriel,\nChained in thick darkness, uttered cries of mourning all the night.\nAnd in the morning, lo! an hundred men in ghastly death,\nThe four daughters, stretched on the marble pavement, silent, all\nFallen by the pestilence,—the rest moped round in guilty fears;\nAnd all the children in their beds were cut off in one night.\nThirty of Tiriel’s sons remained, to wither in the palace—\nDesolate, loathed, dumb, astonished—waiting for black death.\n\nAnd Hela led her father through the silence of the night,\nAstonished, silent, till the morning beams began to spring.\n\n“Now, Hela, I can go with pleasure, and dwell with Har and Heva,\nNow that the curse shall clean devour all those guilty sons.\nThis is the right and ready way; I know it by the sound\nThat our feet make. Remember, Hela, I have saved thee from death;\nThen be obedient to thy father, for the curse is taken off thee.\nI dwelt with Myratana five years in the desolate rock;\nAnd all that time we waited for the fire to fall from heaven,\nOr for the torrents of the sea to overwhelm you all.\nBut now my wife is dead, and all the time of grace is past.\nYou see the parent’s curse. Now lead me where I have commanded.”\n\n“O leagued with evil spirits, thou accursed man of sin,—\nTrue, I was born thy slave. Who asked thee to save me from death?\n’Twas for thyself, thou cruel man, because thou wantest eyes.”\n\n“True, Hela, this is the desert of all those cruel ones.\nIs Tiriel cruel? Look! his daughter—and his youngest daughter—\nLaughs at affection, glories in rebellion, scoffs at love.\nI have not ate these two days; lead me to Har and Heva’s tent,\nOr I will wrap thee up in such a terrible father’s curse\nThat thou shalt feel worms in thy marrow creeping through thy bones;\nYet thou shalt lead me. Lead me, I command, to Har and Heva.”\n\n“O cruel! O destroyer! O consumer! O avenger!\nTo Har and Heva I will lead thee; then would that they would curse,—\nThen would they curse as thou hast cursed! But they are not like thee!\nO, they are holy and forgiving, filled with loving mercy,\nForgetting the offences of their most rebellious children,\nOr else thou wouldest not have lived to curse thy helpless children.”\n\n“Look on my eyes, Hela, and see (for thou hast eyes to see)\nThe tears swell from my stony fountains; wherefore do I weep?\nWherefore from my blind orbs art thou not seized with poisonous stings?\nLaugh, serpent, youngest venomous reptile of the flesh of Tiriel!\nLaugh, for thy father Tiriel shall give thee cause to laugh,\nUnless thou lead me to the tent of Har, child of the curse!”\n\n“Silence thy evil tongue, thou murderer of thy helpless children,\nI lead thee to the tent of Har: not that I mind thy curse,\nBut that I feel they will curse thee, and hang upon thy bones\nFell shaking agonies, and in each wrinkle of that face\nPlant worms of death to feast upon the tongue of terrible curses!”\n\n“Hela, my daughter, listen! Thou art the daughter of Tiriel.\nThy father calls. Thy father lifts his hand unto the heavens,\nFor thou hast laughed at my tears, and cursed thy aged father:\nLet snakes rise from thy bedded locks, and laugh among thy curls!”\n\nHe ceased. Her dark hair upright stood, while snakes infolded round\nHer madding brows: her shrieks appalled the soul of Tiriel.\n\n“What have I done, Hela, my daughter? Fear’st thou now the curse,\nOr wherefore dost thou cry? Ah, wretch, to curse thy aged father!\nLead me to Har and Heva, and the curse of Tiriel\nShall fail. If thou refuse, howl in the desolate mountains.”\nShe, howling, led him over mountains and through frighted vales,\nTill to the caves of Zazel they approached at eventide.\n\nForth from their caves old Zazel and his sons ran, when they saw\nTheir tyrant prince blind, and his daughter howling and leading him.\nThey laughed and mocked; some threw dirt and stones as they passed by.\nBut, when Tiriel turned around and raised his awful voice,\nSome fled away; but Zazel stood still, and thus began:—\n\n“Bald tyrant, wrinkled cunning, listen to Zazel’s chains;\n’Twas thou that chained thy brother Zazel! Where are now thine eyes?\nShout, beautiful daughter of Tiriel; thou singest a sweet song!\nWhere are you going? Come and eat some roots, and drink some water.\nThy crown is bald, old man; the sun will dry thy brains away,\nAnd thou wilt be as foolish as thy foolish brother Zazel.”\nThe blind man heard, and smote his breast, and trembling passed on.\nThey threw dirt after them, till to the covert of a wood\nThe howling maiden led her father, where wild beasts resort,\nHoping to end her woes; but from her cries the tigers fled.\nAll night they wandered through the wood; and, when the sun arose,\nThey entered on the mountains of Har. At noon the happy tents\nWere frighted by the dismal cries of Hela on the mountains.\nBut Har and Heva slept fearless as babes on loving breasts.\nMnetha awoke; she ran and stood at the tent-door, and saw\nThe aged wanderer led towards the tents. She took her bow,\nAnd chose her arrows, then advanced to meet the terrible pair.\n\nAnd Mnetha hasted, and met them at the gate of the lower garden.\n“Stand still, or from my bow receive a sharp and winged death!”\nThen Tiriel stood, saying: “What soft voice threatens such bitter things?\nLead me to Har and Heva; I am Tiriel, King of the West.”\n\nAnd Mnetha led them to the tent of Har; and Har and Heva\nRan to the door. When Tiriel felt the ankles of aged Har,\nHe said: “O weak mistaken father of a lawless race,\nThy laws, O Har, and Tiriel’s wisdom, end together in a curse.\nWhy is one law given to the lion and the patient ox,\nAnd why men bound beneath the heavens in a reptile form,\nA worm of sixty winters creeping on the dusty ground?\nThe child springs from the womb; the father ready stands to form\nThe infant head, while the mother idly plays with her dog on her couch.\nThe young bosom is cold for lack of mother’s nourishment, and milk\nIs cut off from the weeping mouth with difficulty and pain.\nThe little lids are lifted, and the little nostrils opened;\nThe father forms a whip to rouse the sluggish senses to act,\nAnd scourges off all youthful fancies from the new-born man.\nThen walks the weak infant in sorrow, compelled to number footsteps\nUpon the sand. And, when the drone has reached his crawling length,\nBlack berries appear that poison all round him. Such was Tiriel,—\nCompelled to pray repugnant and to humble the immortal spirit,\nTill I am subtle as a serpent in a paradise,\nConsuming all—both flowers and fruits, insects and warbling birds.\nAnd now my paradise is fallen, and a drear sandy plain\nReturns my thirsty hissings in a curse on thee, O Har.\nMistaken father of a lawless race!—My voice is past.”\n\nHe ceased, outstretched at Har and Heva’s feet in awful death.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/79363/pg79363-images.html#Page_189","sourceId":"blake","sourceEdition":"Poems, edited by Alice Meynell, Blackie, London (1911), Project Gutenberg 79363","sourceLocator":"86","sourceNote":"Poetry only, from the 1911 selection. Page-number artifacts are removed; section and stanza boundaries are preserved. Some entries are short pieces or extracts selected by the editor.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"a100c1d6ef98da0e55dffafe437d040145d25a878d1646cb9b0c6cf50f7715d8","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"blake-87","title":"The Book of Thel","poet":"William Blake","lang":"en","form":"Poem / selection","text":"Does the Eagle know what is in the pit,\nOr wilt thou go ask the Mole?\nCan wisdom be put in a silver rod,\nOr love in a golden bowl?\n\nI\n\nThe Daughters of [the] Seraphim led round their sunny flocks—\nAll but the youngest: she in paleness sought the secret air,\nTo fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day.\nDown by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard,\nAnd thus her gentle lamentation falls like morning dew:\n“O life of this our Spring! why fades the lotus of the water?\nWhy fade these children of the Spring, born but to smile and fall?\n\nAh! Thel is like a watery bow, and like a parting cloud,\nLike a reflection in a glass, like shadows in the water,\nLike dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infant’s face,\nLike the dove’s voice, like transient day, like music in the air.\nAh! gentle may I lay me down, and gentle rest my head,\nAnd gentle sleep the sleep of death, and gentle hear the voice\nOf Him that walketh in the garden in the evening time!”\n\nThe Lily of the Valley, breathing in the humble grass,\nAnswered the lovely maid, and said: “I am a watery weed,\nAnd I am very small, and love to dwell in lowly vale;\nSo weak, the gilded butterfly scarce perches on my head.\nYet I am visited from heaven; and He that smiles on all\nWalks in the valley, and each morn over me spreads His hand,\nSaying, ‘Rejoice, thou humble grass, thou new-born lily-flower,\nThou gentle maid of silent valleys and of modest brooks;\nFor thou shalt be clothed in light and fed with morning manna,\nTill summer’s heat melts thee beside the fountains and the springs,\nTo flourish in eternal vales.’ Then why should Thel complain?\nWhy should the mistress of the vales of Har utter a sigh?”\nShe ceased, and smiled in tears, then sat down in her silver shrine.\n\nThel answered: “O thou little virgin of the peaceful valley,\nGiving to those that cannot crave, the voiceless, the o’ertired:\nThy breath doth nourish the innocent lamb; he smells thy milky garments,\nHe crops thy flowers, while thou sittest smiling in his face,\nWiping his mild and meekin mouth from all contagious taints.\nThy wine doth purify the golden honey; thy perfume,\nWhich thou dost scatter on every little blade of grass that springs,\nRevives the milked cow, and tames the fire-breathing steed.\nBut Thel is like a faint cloud kindled at the rising sun:\nI vanish from my pearly throne, and who shall find my place?”\n\n“Queen of the vales,” the Lily answered, “ask the tender Cloud,\nAnd it shall tell thee why it glitters in the morning sky,\nAnd why it scatters its bright beauty through the humid air.\nDescend, O little Cloud, and hover before the eyes of Thel.”\n\nThe Cloud descended; and the Lily bowed her modest head,\nAnd went to mind her numerous charge among the verdant grass.\n\nII\n\n“O little Cloud,” the virgin said, “I charge thee tell to me\nWhy thou complainest not, when in one hour thou fad’st away:\nThen we shall seek thee, but not find. Ah! Thel is like to thee—\nI pass away; yet I complain, and no one hears my voice.”\n\nThe Cloud then showed his golden head, and his bright form emerged\nHovering and glittering on the air, before the face of Thel.\n“O virgin, know’st thou not our steeds drink of the golden springs\nWhere Luvah doth renew his horses? Look’st thou on my youth,\nAnd fearest thou because I vanish and am seen no more\nNothing remains? O maid, I tell thee; when I pass away,\nIt is to tenfold life, to love, to peace, and raptures holy.\nUnseen descending weigh my light wings upon balmy flowers,\nAnd court the fair-eyed Dew to take me to her shining tent:\nThe weeping virgin trembling kneels before the risen sun,\nTill we arise, linked in a golden band, and never part,\nBut walk united, bearing food to all our tender flowers.”\n\n“Dost thou, O little Cloud? I fear that I am not like thee;\nFor I walk through the vales of Har, and smell the sweetest flowers,\nBut I feed not the little flowers: I hear the warbling birds,\nBut I feed not the warbling birds, they fly and seek their food.\nBut Thel delights in these no more! because I fade away,\nAnd all shall say, ‘Without a use this shining woman lived;\nOr did she only live to be at death the food of worms?’”\n\nThe Cloud reclined upon his airy throne, and answered thus:\n\n“Then if thou art the food of worms, O virgin of the skies,\nHow great thy use, how great thy blessing! Every thing that lives\nLives not alone nor for itself. Fear not, and I will call\nThe weak Worm from its lowly bed, and thou shalt hear its voice.\nCome forth, Worm of the silent valley, to thy pensive queen.”\n\nThe helpless Worm arose, and sat upon the Lily’s leaf,\nAnd the bright Cloud sailed on to find his partner in the vale.\n\nIII\n\nThen Thel, astonished, viewed the Worm upon its dewy bed.\n“Art thou a worm, image of weakness? art thou but a worm?\nI see thee, like an infant, wrapped in the Lily’s leaf.\nAh! weep not, little voice; thou canst not speak, but thou canst weep.\nIs this a worm? I see thee lay helpless and naked, weeping,\nAnd none to answer, none to cherish thee with mother’s smiles.”\n\nThe Clod of Clay heard the Worm’s voice, and raised her pitying head:\nShe bowed over the weeping infant, and her life exhaled\nIn milky fondness: then on Thel she fixed her humble eyes.\n\n“O beauty of the vales of Har! we live not for ourselves.\nThou seest me, the meanest thing, and so I am indeed.\nMy bosom of itself is cold, and of itself is dark;\nBut He that loves the lowly pours His oil upon my head,\nAnd kisses me, and binds His nuptial bands around my breast,\nAnd says: ‘Thou mother of my children, I have loved thee,\nAnd I have given thee a crown that none can take away.’\nBut how this is, sweet maid, I know not, and I cannot know;\nI ponder, and I cannot ponder: yet I live and love!”\n\nThe Daughter of Beauty wiped her pitying tears with her white veil,\nAnd said: “Alas! I knew not this, and therefore did I weep.\nThat God would love a worm I knew, and punish the evil foot\nThat wilful bruised its helpless form; but that He cherished it\nWith milk and oil I never knew, and therefore did I weep.\nAnd I complained in the mild air, because I fade away,\nAnd lay me down in thy cold bed, and leave my shining lot.”\n\n“Queen of the vales,” the matron Clay answered, “I heard thy sighs,\nAnd all thy moans flew o’er my roof, but I have called them down.\nWilt thou, O queen, enter my house? ’Tis given thee to enter,\nAnd to return: fear nothing, enter with thy virgin feet.”\n\nIV\n\nThe eternal gates’ terrific Porter lifted the northern bar;\nThel entered in, and saw the secrets of the land unknown.\nShe saw the couches of the dead, and where the fibrous root\nOf every heart on earth infixes deep its restless twists:\nA land of sorrows and of tears, where never smile was seen.\n\nShe wandered in the land of clouds, through valleys dark, listening\nDolours and lamentations: waiting oft beside a dewy grave,\nShe stood in silence, listening to the voices of the ground,\nTill to her own grave-plot she came, and there she sat down,\nAnd heard this voice of sorrow breathed from the hollow pit:\n\n“Why cannot the ear be closed to its own destruction?\nOr the glistening eye to the poison of a smile?\nWhy are eyelids stored with arrows ready drawn,\nWhere a thousand fighting-men in ambush lie,\nOr an eye of gifts and graces showering fruits and coined gold?\nWhy a tongue impressed with honey from every wind?\nWhy an ear, a whirlpool fierce to draw creations in?\nWhy a nostril wide inhaling terror, trembling, and affright?”\n\n·       ·       ·       ·       ·\n\nThe Virgin started from her seat, and with a shriek\nFled back unhindered till she came into the vales of Har.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/79363/pg79363-images.html#Page_216","sourceId":"blake","sourceEdition":"Poems, edited by Alice Meynell, Blackie, London (1911), Project Gutenberg 79363","sourceLocator":"87","sourceNote":"Poetry only, from the 1911 selection. Page-number artifacts are removed; section and stanza boundaries are preserved. Some entries are short pieces or extracts selected by the editor.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"13c971259dffe87b0d223bce9703aa6ea01b65d328307db46aadde607a2978ed","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"rahim-1","title":"अमर बेलि बिन मूल की, प्रति-पालत है ताहि","poet":"रहीम · Rahim","lang":"hi","form":"दोहा","text":"अमर बेलि बिन मूल की, प्रति-पालत है ताहि।\nरहिमन ऐसे प्रभुहिं तजि, खोजत फिरिए काहि॥","themes":["wisdom","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://hi.wikisource.org/wiki/रहीम-कवितावली/दोहे","sourceId":"rahim","sourceEdition":"रहीम-कवितावली, संपादक सुरेन्द्रनाथ तिवारी, नवलकिशोर प्रेस, लखनऊ (1926), दोहे 1–254","sourceLocator":"1","sourceNote":"Hindi Wikisource contributors’ transcription of the scan-backed 1926 edition. Footnote markers are omitted; original wording and verse numbers are retained. Attribution follows the edition and is not a new scholarly verification. Historical language may reflect prejudices of its period.","license":"CC BY-SA 4.0 transcription, Hindi Wikisource contributors; underlying Rahim verses are public domain","licenseUrl":"https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/","contentHash":"ff6e9890fc80b25445e46ce08e904b7855119bc2e90ee940a92857a5127cf6fe","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"rahim-2","title":"अधम बचन तैं को फल्यो, बैठि तार की छाहिं","poet":"रहीम · Rahim","lang":"hi","form":"दोहा","text":"अधम बचन तैं को फल्यो, बैठि तार की छाहिं।\nरहिमन काम न आवहीं, जे नीरस जग माहिं॥","themes":["wisdom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://hi.wikisource.org/wiki/रहीम-कवितावली/दोहे","sourceId":"rahim","sourceEdition":"रहीम-कवितावली, संपादक सुरेन्द्रनाथ तिवारी, नवलकिशोर प्रेस, लखनऊ (1926), दोहे 1–254","sourceLocator":"2","sourceNote":"Hindi Wikisource contributors’ transcription of the scan-backed 1926 edition. Footnote markers are omitted; original wording and verse numbers are retained. Attribution follows the edition and is not a new scholarly verification. 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Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"5","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. 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Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"6","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. 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Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"7","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. 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Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"8","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"1bb2a7f53ab421aaec66cd31cd76b9a6cd0ebbfd48d6070ad746ac2505c71694","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"discoveryHidden":false},{"id":"treasury-9","title":"Present In Absence","poet":"Anonymous (Golden Treasury)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Absence, hear thou my protestation\n          Against thy strength,\n          Distance, and length:\n     Do what thou canst for alteration:\n       For hearts of truest mettle\n     Absence doth join, and Time doth settle.\n\n     Who loves a mistress of such quality,\n          He soon hath found\n          Affection's ground\n     Beyond time, place, and all mortality.\n       To hearts that cannot vary\n     Absence is Presence, Time doth tarry.\n\n     By absence this good means I gain,\n          That I can catch her,\n          Where none can watch her,\n     In some close corner of my brain:\n       There I embrace and kiss her,\n     And so I both enjoy and miss her.","themes":["love","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"9","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"13cad91523e16571123b4b19327c1747f0dbf257c3a9b37c4da450c8690cbe77","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-15","title":"Diaphenia","poet":"Henry Constable","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Diaphenia like the daffadowndilly,\n        White as the sun, fair as the lily,\n      Heigh ho, how do I love thee!\n        I do love thee as my lambs\n        Are belovéd of their dams;\n     How blest were I if thou would'st prove me.\n\n        Diaphenia like the spreading roses,\n        That in thy sweets all sweets encloses,\n      Fair sweet, how do I love thee!\n        I do love thee as each flower\n        Loves the sun's life-giving power;\n     For dead, thy breath to life might move me.\n\n        Diaphenia like to all things blesséd\n        When all thy praises are expresséd,\n      Dear joy, how do I love thee!\n        As the birds do love the spring,\n        Or the bees their careful king:\n     Then in requite, sweet virgin, love me!","themes":["love","nature","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"15","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"5ffe0d19b09b1f181546de324205c1f4a8f16dff26ae0e2c486f87614b16de97","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-16","title":"Rosaline","poet":"Thomas Lodge","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Like to the clear in highest sphere\n     Where all imperial glory shines,\n     Of selfsame colour is her hair\n     Whether unfolded, or in twines:\n      Heigh ho, fair Rosaline!\n     Her eyes are sapphires set in snow,\n     Resembling heaven by every wink;\n     The Gods do fear whenas they glow,\n     And I do tremble when I think\n      Heigh ho, would she were mine!\n\n     Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud\n     That beautifies Aurora's face,\n     Or like the silver crimson shroud\n     That Phoebus' smiling looks doth grace;\n      Heigh ho, fair Rosaline!\n     Her lips are like two budded roses\n     Whom ranks of lilies neighbour nigh,\n     Within which bounds she balm encloses\n     Apt to entice a deity:\n      Heigh ho, would she were mine!\n\n     Her neck like to a stately tower\n     Where Love himself imprison'd lies,\n     To watch for glances every hour\n     From her divine and sacred eyes:\n      Heigh ho, fair Rosaline!\n     Her paps are centres of delight,\n     Her breasts are orbs of heavenly frame,\n     Where Nature moulds the dew of light\n     To feed perfection with the same:\n      Heigh ho, would she were mine!\n\n     With orient pearl, with ruby red,\n     With marble white, with sapphire blue,\n     Her body every way is fed,\n     Yet soft in touch and sweet in view:\n      Heigh ho, fair Rosaline!\n     Nature herself her shape admires;\n     The Gods are wounded in her sight;\n     And Love forsakes his heavenly fires\n     And at her eyes his brand doth light:\n      Heigh ho, would she were mine!\n\n     Then muse not, Nymphs, though I bemoan\n     The absence of fair Rosaline,\n     Since for a fair there's fairer none,\n     Nor for her virtues so divine:\n      Heigh ho, fair Rosaline!\n     Heigh ho, my heart! would God that she were mine!","themes":["love","nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"16","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"2695cb5d286220b25ebaf9eaa8138111f7cd4d51ddace933247364e27a03f154","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-17","title":"Colin","poet":"The Shepherd Tonie (attributed in edition)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Beauty sat bathing by a spring\n      Where fairest shades did hide her;\n     The winds blew calm, the birds did sing,\n      The cool streams ran beside her.\n\n     My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye\n      To see what was forbidden:\n     But better memory said, fie!\n      So vain desire was chidden:—\n          Hey nonny nonny O!\n          Hey nonny nonny!\n\n     Into a slumber then I fell,\n     When fond imagination\n     Seeméd to see, but could not tell\n     Her feature or her fashion.\n     But ev'n as babes in dreams do smile,\n     And sometimes fall a-weeping,\n     So I awaked as wise this while\n     As when I fell a-sleeping:—\n          Hey nonny nonny O!\n          Hey nonny nonny!","themes":["nature","grief","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"17","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. 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Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"20","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. 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O, forget not this,\n     How long ago hath been, and is\n     The mind that never meant amiss—\n                       Forget not yet!\n\n     Forget not then thine own approved\n     The which so long hath thee so loved,\n     Whose steadfast faith yet never moved—\n                       Forget not this!","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"21","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"6f0857faa219d35060cea13e6a1cd30d53efac2937b562c365d441eea17cc514","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-22","title":"To Aurora","poet":"William Alexander","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O if thou knew'st how thou thyself does harm,\n     And dost prejudge thy bliss, and spoil thy rest;\n     Then thou would'st melt the ice out of thy breast\n     And thy relenting heart would kindly warm.\n\n     O if thy pride did not our joys controul,\n     What world of loving wonders should'st thou see!\n     For if I saw thee once transform'd in me,\n     Then in thy bosom I would pour my soul;\n\n     Then all my thoughts should in thy visage shine,\n     And if that aught mischanced thou should'st not moan\n     Nor bear the burthen of thy griefs alone;\n     No, I would have my share in what were thine:\n\n     And whilst we thus should make our sorrows one,\n     This happy harmony would make them none.","themes":["love","grief","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"22","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. 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Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"24","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"334e84ae98a5d8e98e2396b55525f19ffdce3222cb0d11a73ddb5f82d873ac95","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-25","title":"Love's Omnipresence","poet":"Joshua Sylvester","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Were I as base as is the lowly plain,\n     And you, my Love, as high as heaven above,\n     Yet should the thoughts of me your humble swain\n     Ascend to heaven, in honour of my Love.\n\n     Were I as high as heaven above the plain,\n     And you, my Love, as humble and as low\n     As are the deepest bottoms of the main,\n     Whereso'er you were, with you my love should go.\n\n     Were you the earth, dear Love, and I the skies,\n     My love should shine on you like to the sun,\n     And look upon you with ten thousand eyes\n     Till heaven wax'd blind, and till the world were done.\n\n     Whereso'er I am, below, or else above you,\n     Whereso'er you are, my heart shall truly love you.","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"25","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"5dbfa85d2bb5490f9657c3a2d0ce14188456edfc1b244d58e2739ac1dcd80a25","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-26","title":"Carpe Diem","poet":"William Shakespeare","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?\n     O, stay and hear! your true-love's coming\n        That can sing both high and low;\n     Trip no further, pretty sweeting,\n     Journeys end in lovers' meeting—\n        Every wise man's son doth know.\n\n     What is love? 'tis not hereafter;\n     Present mirth hath present laughter;\n        What's to come is still unsure:\n     In delay there lies no plenty,—\n     Then come kiss me, Sweet-and-twenty,\n        Youth's a stuff will not endure.","themes":["love","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"26","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. 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A merry note!\n     While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.\n\n     When all around the wind doth blow,\n      And coughing drowns the parson's saw,\n     And birds sit brooding in the snow,\n      And Marian's nose looks red and raw:\n     When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl—\n     Then nightly sings the staring owl\n                 Tuwhoo!\n     Tuwhit! Tuwhoo! A merry note!\n     While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.","themes":["nature","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"27","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. 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Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"33","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. 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Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"37","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. 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Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"38","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. 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Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"40","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. 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Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"41","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. 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Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"42","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. 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An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"a81da3ab87d036c14309db7ed9f0d7dd01c829c8be582f7b106a30834b5129ce","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-53","title":"Prothalamion","poet":"Edmund Spenser","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Calm was the day, and through the trembling air\n     Sweet-breathing Zephyrus did softly play—\n     A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay\n     Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair;\n     When I, (whom sullen care,\n     Through discontent of my long fruitless stay\n     In princes' court, and expectation vain\n     Of idle hopes, which still do fly away\n     Like empty shadows, did afflict my brain)\n     Walk'd forth to ease my pain\n     Along the shore of silver-streaming Thames;\n     Whose rutty bank, the which his river hems,\n     Was painted all with variable flowers,\n     And all the meads adorn'd with dainty gems\n     Fit to deck maidens' bowers,\n     And crown their paramours\n     Against the bridal day, which is not long:\n       Sweet Thames! run softly, till I end my song.\n\n     There in a meadow by the river's side,\n     A flock of nymphs I chancéd to espy,\n     All lovely daughters of the flood thereby,\n     With goodly greenish locks all loose untied\n     As each had been a bride;\n     And each one had a little wicker basket\n     Made of fine twigs, entrailéd curiously,\n     In which they gather'd flowers to fill their flasket,\n     And with fine fingers cropt full feateously\n     The tender stalks on high.\n     Of every sort which in that meadow grew\n     They gather'd some; the violet, pallid blue,\n     The little daisy that at evening closes,\n     The virgin lily and the primrose true:\n     With store of vermeil roses,\n     To deck their bridegrooms' posies\n     Against the bridal day, which was not long:\n       Sweet Thames! run softly, till I end my song.\n\n     With that I saw two swans of goodly hue\n     Come softly swimming down along the lee;\n     Two fairer birds I yet did never see;\n     The snow which doth the top of Pindus strow,\n     Did never whiter show,\n     Nor Jove himself, when he a swan would be\n     For love of Leda, whiter did appear;\n     Yet Leda was (they say) as white as he,\n     Yet not so white as these, nor nothing near;\n     So purely white they were,\n     That even the gentle stream, the which them bare,\n     Seem'd foul to them, and bade his billows spare\n     To wet their silken feathers, lest they might\n     Soil their fair plumes with water not so fair,\n     And mar their beauties bright\n     That shone as Heaven's light\n     Against their bridal day, which was not long:\n       Sweet Thames! run softly, till I end my song.\n\n     Eftsoons the nymphs, which now had flowers their fill,\n     Ran all in haste to see that silver brood\n     As they came floating on the crystal flood;\n     Whom when they saw, they stood amazéd still\n     Their wondering eyes to fill;\n     Them seem'd they never saw a sight so fair\n     Of fowls, so lovely, that they sure did deem\n     Them heavenly born, or to be that same pair\n     Which through the sky draw Venus' silver team;\n     For sure they did not seem\n     To be begot of any earthly seed,\n     But rather angels, or of angels' breed;\n     Yet were they bred of summer's heat, they say,\n     In sweetest season, when each flower and weed\n     The earth did fresh array;\n     So fresh they seem'd as day,\n     Even as their bridal day, which was not long:\n       Sweet Thames! run softly, till I end my song.\n\n     Then forth they all out of their baskets drew\n     Great store of flowers, the honour of the field,\n     That to the sense did fragrant odours yield,\n     All which upon those goodly birds they threw\n     And all the waves did strew,\n     That like old Peneus' waters they did seem\n     When down along by pleasant Tempe's shore\n     Scatter'd with flowers, through Thessaly they stream,\n     That they appear, through lilies' plenteous store,\n     Like a bride's chamber-floor.\n     Two of those nymphs meanwhile two garlands bound\n     Of freshest flowers which in that mead they found,\n     The which presenting all in trim array,\n     Their snowy foreheads therewithal they crown'd\n     Whilst one did sing this lay\n     Prepar'd against that day,\n     Against their bridal day, which was not long:\n       Sweet Thames! run softly, till I end my song.\n\n     \"Ye gentle birds! the world's fair ornament,\n     And Heaven's glory, whom this happy hour\n     Doth lead unto your lovers' blissful bower,\n     Joy may you have, and gentle hearts content\n     Of your loves complement;\n     And let fair Venus, that is queen of love,\n     With her heart-quelling son upon you smile,\n     Whose smile, they say, hath virtue to remove\n     All love's dislike, and friendship's faulty guile\n     For ever to assoil.\n     Let endless peace your steadfast hearts accord,\n     And blesséd plenty wait upon your board;\n     And let your bed with pleasures chaste abound,\n     That fruitful issue may to you afford\n     Which may your foes confound,\n     And make your joys redound\n     Upon your bridal day, which is not long:\n       Sweet Thames! run softly, till I end my song.\"\n\n     So ended she; and all the rest around\n     To her redoubled that her undersong,\n     Which said their bridal day should not be long:\n     And gentle Echo from the neighbour ground\n     Their accents did resound.\n     So forth those joyous birds did pass along\n     Adown the lee that to them murmur'd low,\n     As he would speak but that he lack'd a tongue,\n     Yet did by signs his glad affection show,\n     Making his stream run slow.\n     And all the fowl which in his flood did dwell\n     'Gan flock about these twain, that did excel\n     The rest, so far as Cynthia doth shend\n     The lesser stars. So they, enrangéd well,\n     Did on those two attend,\n     And their best service lend\n     Against their wedding day, which was not long:\n       Sweet Thames! run softly, till I end my song.\n\n     At length they all to merry London came,\n     To merry London, my most kindly nurse,\n     That to me gave this life's first native source,\n     Though from another place I take my name,\n     An house of ancient fame:\n     There when they came whereas those bricky towers\n     The which on Thames' broad agéd back do ride,\n     Where now the studious lawyers have their bowers,\n     There whilome wont the Templar-knights to bide,\n     Till they decay'd through pride:\n     Next whereunto there stands a stately place,\n     Where oft I gainéd gifts and goodly grace\n     Of that great lord, which therein wont to dwell,\n     Whose want too well now feels my friendless case;\n     But ah! here fits not well\n     Old woes, but joys to tell\n     Against the bridal day, which is not long:\n       Sweet Thames! run softly, till I end my song.\n\n     Yet therein now doth lodge a noble peer,\n     Great England's glory and the world's wide wonder,\n     Whose dreadful name late thro' all Spain did thunder,\n     And Hercules' two pillars standing near\n     Did make to quake and fear:\n     Fair branch of honour, flower of chivalry!\n     That fillest England with thy triumphs' fame\n     Joy have thou of thy noble victory,\n     And endless happiness of thine own name\n     That promiseth the same;\n     That through thy prowess and victorious arms,\n     Thy country may be freed from foreign harms,\n     And great Eliza's glorious name may ring\n     Through all the world, fill'd with thy wide alarms\n     Which some brave Muse may sing\n     To ages following,\n     Upon the bridal day, which is not long:\n       Sweet Thames! run softly till I end my song.\n\n     From those high towers this noble lord issúing,\n     Like radiant Hesper, when his golden hair\n     In th' ocean billows he hath bathéd fair,\n     Descended to the river's open viewing\n     With a great train ensuing.\n     Above the rest were goodly to be seen\n     Two gentle knights of lovely face and feature,\n     Beseeming well the bower of any queen,\n     With gifts of wit and ornaments of nature,\n     Fit for so goodly stature,\n     That like the twins of Jove they seem'd in sight\n     Which deck the baldric of the Heavens bright;\n     They two, forth pacing to the river's side,\n     Received those two fair brides, their love's delight;\n     Which, at th' appointed tide,\n     Each one did make his bride\n     Against their bridal day, which is not long:\n       Sweet Thames! run softly, till I end my song.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"53","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"199d550f8f194ae222ef292a71663d54afb6b391563dbe310c91d148f206bd76","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-54","title":"The Happy Heart","poet":"Thomas Dekker","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?\n          O sweet content!\n     Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexéd?\n          O punishment!\n     Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexéd\n     To add to golden numbers, golden numbers?\n     O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content!\n     Work apace, apace, apace, apace;\n     Honest labour bears a lovely face;\n     Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!\n\n     Canst drink the waters of the crispéd spring?\n          O sweet content!\n     Swimm'st thou in wealth, yet sink'st in thine own tears?\n          O punishment!\n     Then he that patiently want's burden bears,\n     No burden bears, but is a king, a king!\n     O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content!\n     Work apace, apace, apace, apace;\n     Honest labour bears a lovely face;\n     Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!","themes":["nature","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"54","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"2829e5339e6b001e6daa4e50fa6cc9b1a9c9d3943e0ca771b71997515decd025","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-55","title":"This Life, which seems so fair","poet":"William Drummond","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"This Life, which seems so fair,\n     Is like a bubble blown up in the air\n     By sporting children's breath,\n     Who chase it everywhere\n     And strive who can most motion it bequeath.\n     And though it sometimes seem of its own might\n     Like to an eye of gold to be fix'd there,\n     And firm to hover in that empty height,\n     That only is because it is so light.\n     —But in that pomp it doth not long appear;\n     For when 'tis most admiréd, in a thought,\n     Because it erst was nought, it turns to nought.","themes":["home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"55","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"258ba8d19041351a00b1de3cd20cb64ae8ce8d29108276a465b71ab66d5daa0b","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-57","title":"Life","poet":"Francis Bacon","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"The World's a bubble, and the Life of Man\n            Less than a span:\n     In his conception wretched, from the womb\n            So to the tomb;\n     Curst from his cradle, and brought up to years\n            With cares and fears.\n     Who then to frail mortality shall trust,\n     But limns on water, or but writes in dust.\n\n     Yet whilst with sorrow here we live opprest,\n            What life is best?\n     Courts are but only superficial schools\n            To dandle fools:\n     The rural parts are turn'd into a den\n            Of savage men:\n     And where's a city from foul vice so free,\n     But may be term'd the worst of all the three?\n\n     Domestic cares afflict the husband's bed,\n            Or pains his head:\n     Those that live single, take it for a curse,\n            Or do things worse:\n     Some would have children: those that have them, moan\n            Or wish them gone:\n     What is it, then, to have, or have no wife,\n     But single thraldom, or a double strife?\n\n     Our own affections still at home to please\n            Is a disease:\n     To cross the seas to any foreign soil,\n            Peril and toil:\n     Wars with their noise affright us; when they cease,\n            We are worse in peace;—\n     What then remains, but that we still should cry\n     For being born, or, being born, to die","themes":["grief","time","death","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"57","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"aacd51d1c5a5c6d4f6fce8cd06f96812e775135be3b5bee72aba1d4f4eb10ef0","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-58","title":"The Lessons Of Nature","poet":"William Drummond","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Of this fair volume which we World do name\n     If we the sheets and leaves could turn with care,\n     Of Him who it corrects, and did it frame,\n     We clear might read the art and wisdom rare:\n\n     Find out His power which wildest powers doth tame,\n     His providence extending everywhere,\n     His justice which proud rebels doth not spare,\n     In every page, no period of the same.\n\n     But silly we, like foolish children, rest\n     Well pleased with colour'd vellum, leaves of gold,\n     Fair dangling ribbands, leaving what is best,\n     On the great Writer's sense ne'er taking hold;\n\n     Or if by chance we stay our minds on aught,\n     It is some picture on the margin wrought.","themes":["home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"58","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"88f05c7325b3af9e8844c89796f1bdbaaed27fdafd8356549cb83b6ef52c300f","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-59","title":"Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move?","poet":"William Drummond","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move?\n     Is this the justice which on Earth we find?\n     Is this that firm decree which all doth bind?\n     Are these your influences, Powers above?\n\n     Those souls which vice's moody mists most blind,\n     Blind Fortune, blindly, most their friend doth prove;\n     And they who thee, poor idle Virtue! love,\n     Ply like a feather toss'd by storm and wind.\n\n     Ah! if a Providence doth sway this all,\n     Why should best minds groan under most distress?\n     Or why should pride humility make thrall,\n     And injuries the innocent oppress?\n\n     Heavens! hinder, stop this fate; or grant a time\n     When good may have, as well as bad, their prime!","themes":["love","time","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"59","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"b0fc034205a02f61029a2a5480201cbb0a53f7dc81e8cf198371513217870864","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-61","title":"Saint John Baptist","poet":"William Drummond","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King\n     Girt with rough skins, hies to the deserts wild,\n     Among that savage brood the woods forth bring,\n     Which he more harmless found than man, and mild.\n\n     His food was locusts, and what there doth spring\n     With honey that from virgin hives distill'd;\n     Parch'd body, hollow eyes, some uncouth thing\n     Made him appear, long since from earth exiled.\n\n     There burst he forth: All ye whose hopes rely\n     On God, with me amidst these deserts mourn,\n     Repent, repent, and from old errors turn!\n     —Who listen'd to his voice, obey'd his cry?\n\n     Only the echoes, which he made relent,\n     Rung from their flinty caves, Repent! Repent!","themes":["nature","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"61","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"f99cb7c27435ecd7bb104de764d3901c0d6685d05329d65abf83f1ff049a0515","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-62","title":"Ode On The Morning Of Christ's Nativity","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"This is the month, and this the happy morn\n     Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King\n     Of wedded maid and virgin mother born,\n     Our great redemption from above did bring;\n     For so the holy sages once did sing\n     That He our deadly forfeit should release,\n     And with His Father work us a perpetual peace.\n\n     That glorious Form, that Light unsufferable,\n     And that far-beaming blaze of Majesty\n     Wherewith He wont at Heaven's high council-table\n     To sit the midst of Trinal Unity,\n     He laid aside; and, here with us to be,\n     Forsook the courts of everlasting day,\n     And chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay.\n\n     Say, heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein\n     Afford a present to the Infant God?\n     Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain\n     To welcome Him to this His new abode,\n     Now while the heaven, by the sun's team untrod,\n     Hath took no print of the approaching light,\n     And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright?\n\n     See how from far, upon the eastern road,\n     The star-led wizards haste with odours sweet:\n     O run, prevent them with thy humble ode\n     And lay it lowly at his blessed feet;\n     Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet,\n     And join thy voice unto the angel quire\n     From out His secret altar touch'd with hallow'd fire.\n\n                 THE HYMN.\n\n     It was the Winter wild\n     While the heaven-born Child\n     All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies\n     Nature in awe to Him\n     Had doff'd her gaudy trim,\n     With her great Master so to sympathise:\n     It was no season then for her\n     To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.\n\n     Only with speeches fair\n     She woos the gentle air\n     To hide her guilty front with innocent snow;\n     And on her naked shame,\n     Pollute with sinful blame,\n     The saintly veil of maiden white to throw;\n     Confounded, that her Maker's eyes\n     Should look so near upon her foul deformities.\n\n     But He, her fears to cease,\n     Sent down the meek-eyed Peace,\n     She crown'd with olive green, came softly sliding\n     Down through the turning sphere\n     His ready harbinger,\n     With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing;\n     And waving wide her myrtle wand,\n     She strikes a universal peace through sea and land.\n\n     No war, or battle's sound\n     Was heard the world around:\n     The idle spear and shield were high up hung;\n     The hookéd Chariot stood\n     Unstain'd with hostile blood;\n     The trumpet spake not to the arméd throng;\n     And kings sat still with awful eye,\n     As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.\n\n     But peaceful was the night\n     Wherin the Prince of Light\n     His reign of peace upon the earth began:\n     The winds, with wonder whist,\n     Smoothly the waters kist\n     Whispering new joys to the mild oceán—\n     Who now hath quite forgot to rave,\n     While birds of calm sit brooding on the charméd wave.\n\n     The stars with deep amaze\n     Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze,\n     Bending one way their precious influence;\n     And will not take their flight\n     For all the morning light,\n     Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence;\n     But in their glimmering orbs did glow,\n     Until their Lord Himself bespake, and bid them go.\n\n     And though the shady gloom\n     Had given day her room,\n     The sun himself withheld his wonted speed,\n     And hid his head for shame,\n     As his inferior flame\n     The new-enlightn'd world no more should need:\n     He saw a greater Sun appear\n     Then his bright throne, or burning axletree, could bear.\n\n     The shepherds on the lawn\n     Or ere the point of dawn\n     Sate simply chatting in a rustic row;\n     Full little thought they then\n     That the mighty Pan\n     Was kindly come to live with them below;\n     Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep\n     Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.\n\n     When such music sweet\n     Their hearts and ears did greet\n     As never was by mortal finger strook—\n     Divinely-warbled voice\n     Answering the stringéd noise,\n     As all their souls in blissful rapture took:\n     The air, such pleasure loth to lose,\n     With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close.\n\n     Nature that heard such sound\n     Beneath the hollow round\n     Of Cynthia's seat the airy region thrilling,\n     Now was almost won\n     To think her part was done,\n     And that her reign had here its last fulfilling;\n     She knew such harmony alone\n     Could hold all heaven and earth in happier union.\n\n     At last surrounds their sight\n     A globe of circular light\n     That with long beams the shamefaced night array'd;\n     The helméd Cherubim\n     And sworded Seraphim,\n     Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd,\n     Harping in loud and solemn quire\n     With unexpressive notes, to Heaven's new-born Heir.\n\n     Such music (as 'tis said)\n     Before was never made\n     But when of old the sons of morning sung,\n     While the Creator great\n     His constellations set\n     And the well-balanced world on hinges hung;\n     And cast the dark foundations deep,\n     And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.\n\n     Ring out, ye crystal spheres!\n     Once bless our human ears,\n     If ye have power to touch our senses so;\n     And let your silver chime\n     Move in melodious time;\n     And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow;\n     And with your ninefold harmony\n     Make up full concert to the angelic symphony.\n\n     For if such holy Song\n     Enwrap our fancy long,\n     Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold;\n     And speckled vanity\n     Will sicken soon and die,\n     And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould;\n     And Hell itself will pass away,\n     And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.\n\n     Yea, Truth and Justice then\n     Will down return to men,\n     Orb'd in a rainbow; and, like glories wearing,\n     Mercy will sit between\n     Throned in celestial sheen,\n     With radiant feet the tissued clouds down steering;\n     And Heaven, as at some festival,\n     Will open wide the gates of her high palace hall.\n\n     But wisest Fate says No;\n     This must not yet be so;\n     The Babe yet lies in smiling infancy\n     That on the bitter cross\n     Must redeem our loss;\n     So both Himself and us to glorify:\n     Yet first to those ychain'd in sleep\n     The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep;\n\n     With such a horrid clang\n     As on mount Sinai rang\n     While the red fire and smouldering clouds outbrake:\n     The aged Earth agast\n     With terrour of that blast\n     Shall from the surface to the centre shake,\n     When at the worlds last sessión,\n     The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread His throne.\n\n     And then at last our bliss\n     Full and perfect is,\n     But now begins; for from this happy day\n     The old Dragon, under ground\n     In straiter limits bound,\n     Not half so far casts his usurpéd sway;\n     And, wroth to see his Kingdom fail,\n     Swinges the scaly horrour of his folded tail.\n\n     The oracles are dumb;\n     No voice or hideous hum\n     Runs through the archéd roof in words deceiving:\n     Apollo from his shrine\n     Can no more divine,\n     With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving:\n     No nightly trance or breathéd spell\n     Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.\n\n     The lonely mountains o'er\n     And the resounding shore\n     A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament;\n     From haunted spring, and dale\n     Edged with poplar pale\n     The parting Genius is with sighing sent;\n     With flower-inwoven tresses torn\n     The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.\n\n     In consecrated earth\n     And on the holy hearth,\n     The Lars and Lemurés moan with midnight plaint;\n     In urns, and altars round\n     A drear and dying sound\n     Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint;\n     And the chill marble seems to sweat,\n     While each peculiar Power forgoes his wonted seat.\n\n     Peor and Baalim\n     Forsake their temples dim,\n     With that twice-batter'd god of Palestine\n     And moonéd Ashtaroth\n     Heaven's queen and mother both,\n     Now sits not girt with tapers' holy shine;\n     The Lybic Hammon shrinks his horn,\n     In vain the Tyrian maids their wounded Thammuz mourn.\n\n     And sullen Moloch, fled,\n     Hath left in shadows dread\n     His burning idol all of blackest hue;\n     In vain with cymbals' ring\n     They call the grisly king,\n     In dismal dance about the furnace blue;\n     The brutish gods of Nile as fast\n     Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.\n\n     Nor is Osiris seen\n     In Memphian grove, or green,\n     Trampling the unshower'd grass with lowings loud:\n     Nor can he be at rest\n     Within his sacred chest;\n     Naught but profoundest hell can be his shroud;\n     In vain with timbrell'd anthems dark\n     The sable stoléd sorcerers bear his worshipt ark.\n\n     He feels from Juda's land\n     The dreaded infant's hand;\n     The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn;\n     Nor all the gods beside\n     Longer dare abide,\n     Nor Typhon huge ending in snaky twine:\n     Our Babe, to shew his Godhead true,\n     Can in his swaddling bands control the damnéd crew.\n\n     So, when the sun in bed\n     Curtain'd with cloudy red\n     Pillows his chin upon an orient wave,\n     The flocking shadows pale\n     Troop to the infernal jail,\n     Each fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave;\n     And the yellow-skirted fays\n     Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their moon-loved maze.\n\n     But see, the Virgin blest\n     Hath laid her Babe to rest;\n     Time is, our tedious song should here have ending:\n     Heavens youngest-teeméd star,\n     Hath fixed her polish'd car,\n     Her sleeping Lord with hand-maid lamp attending:\n     And all about the courtly stable\n     Bright-harness'd angels sit in order serviceable.","themes":["nature","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"62","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"8d5af46717c56dac91198aa117c1472aa86ae0754f643cb8b4c45d692a4e0b91","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-63","title":"Song For St Cecilia's Day,","poet":"John Dryden","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"1687.\n\n     From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony\n       This universal frame began:\n      When nature underneath a heap\n       Of jarring atoms lay\n      And could not heave her head,\n     The tuneful voice was heard from high\n       Arise, ye more than dead!\n     Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry\n     In order to their stations leap,\n       And Music's power obey.\n     From harmony, from heavenly harmony\n       This universal frame began:\n       From harmony to harmony\n     Through all the compass of the notes it ran,\n     The diapason closing full in Man.\n\n     What passion cannot Music raise and quell?\n       When Jubal struck the chorded shell\n      His listening brethren stood around,\n      And, wondering, on their faces fell\n      To worship that celestial sound.\n     Less than a God they thought there could not dwell\n       Within the hollow of that shell,\n       That spoke so sweetly and so well.\n     What passion cannot Music raise and quell?\n\n      The trumpet's loud clangor\n       Excites us to arms,\n      With shrill notes of anger,\n       And mortal alarms.\n      The double double double beat\n       Of the thundering drum\n       Cries \"Hark! the foes come;\n     Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat!\"\n\n      The soft complaining flute\n      In dying notes discovers\n      The woes of hopeless lovers,\n     Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute.\n\n      Sharp violins proclaim\n     Their jealous pangs and desperation,\n     Fury, frantic indignation,\n     Depth of pains, and height of passion\n      For the fair, disdainful dame.\n\n     But oh! what art can teach,\n     What human voice can reach\n      The sacred organ's praise?\n     Notes inspiring holy love,\n     Notes that wing their heavenly ways\n      To mend the choirs above.\n     Orpheus could lead the savage race,\n     And trees uprooted left their place\n      Sequacious of the lyre:\n     But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher:\n     When to her Organ vocal breath was given\n     An angel heard, and straight appear'd—\n      Mistaking Earth for Heaven!\n\n              Grand Chorus:\n\n     As from the power of sacred lays\n      The spheres began to move,\n     And sung the great Creator's praise\n      To all the blest above;\n     So when the last and dreadful hour\n     This crumbling pageant shall devour,\n     The trumpet shall be heard on high,\n     The dead shall live, the living die,\n     And Music shall untune the sky.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"63","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"a570f5f044b3a9a4fa95b6b3afb423995a34395c26a6dd434d91068068d4cd5c","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-64","title":"On The Late Massacre In Piemont","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Avenge, O Lord! Thy slaughter'd Saints, whose bones\n     Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold;\n     Even them who kept Thy truth so pure of old\n     When all our fathers worshipt stocks and stones.\n\n     Forget not: In Thy book record their groans\n     Who were Thy sheep, and in their ancient fold\n     Slain by the bloody Piemontese, that roll'd\n     Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans\n\n     The vales redoubled to the hills, and they\n     To Heaven. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow\n     O'er all the Italian field, where still doth sway\n     The triple tyrant, that from these may grow\n     A hundred-fold, who, having learnt Thy way,\n     Early may fly the Babylonian woe.","themes":["time","spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"64","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"f7d2ff704d15b4f1e9683357ee675713d8a746545ce62339c6c7c9275203493e","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-65","title":"Horatian Ode Upon Cromwell's Return From Ireland","poet":"Andrew Marvell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"The forward youth that would appear,\n       Must now forsake his Muses dear,\n          Nor in the shadows sing\n          His numbers languishing.\n\n       'Tis time to leave the books in dust,\n       And oil the unused armour's rust,\n          Removing from the wall\n          The corslet of the hall.\n\n       So restless Cromwell could not cease\n       In the inglorious arts of peace,\n          But through adventurous war\n          Urgéd his active star:\n\n       And like the three-fork'd lightning first\n       Breaking the clouds where it was nurst,\n          Did thorough his own side\n          His fiery way divide:\n\n       For 'tis all one to courage high\n       The emulous, or enemy;\n          And with such, to enclose\n          Is more than to oppose;\n\n       Then burning through the air he went\n       And palaces and temples rent;\n          And Caesar's head at last\n          Did through his laurels blast.\n\n       'Tis madness to resist or blame\n       The face of angry heaven's flame;\n          And if we would speak true,\n          Much to the Man is due\n\n       Who, from his private gardens, where\n       He lived reservéd and austere\n          (As if he his highest plot\n          To plant the bergamot)\n\n       Could by industrious valour climb\n       To ruin the great work of time,\n          And cast the Kingdoms old\n          Into another mould.\n\n       Though Justice against Fate complain,\n       And plead the ancient Rights in vain—\n          But those do hold or break\n          As men are strong or weak;\n\n       Nature, that hateth emptiness,\n       Allows of penetration less,\n          And therefore must make room\n          Where greater spirits come.\n\n       What field of all the civil war\n       Where his were not the deepest scar?\n          And Hampton shows what part\n          He had of wiser art,\n\n       Where, twining subtle fears with hope,\n       He wove a net of such a scope\n          That Charles himself might chase\n          To Carisbrook's narrow case;\n\n       That thence the Royal actor borne\n       The tragic scaffold might adorn:\n          While round the arméd bands\n          Did clap their bloody hands;\n\n       He nothing common did or mean\n       Upon that memorable scene,\n          But with his keener eye\n          The axe's edge did try;\n\n       Nor call'd the Gods, with vulgar spite,\n       To vindicate his helpless right;\n          But bow'd his comely head\n          Down, as upon a bed.\n\n       —This was that memorable hour\n       Which first assured the forcéd power:\n          So when they did design\n          The Capitol's first line,\n\n       A Bleeding Head, where they begun,\n       Did fright the architects to run;\n          And yet in that the State\n          Foresaw its happy fate!\n\n       And now the Irish are ashamed\n       To see themselves in one year tamed:\n          So much one man can do\n          That does both act and know.\n\n       They can affirm his praises best,\n       And have, though overcome, confest\n          How good he is, how just\n          And fit for highest trust;\n\n       Nor yet grown stiffer with command,\n       But still in the Republic's hand—\n          How fit he is to sway\n          That can so well obey!\n\n       He to the Commons' feet presents\n       A Kingdom for his first year's rents,\n          And (what he may) forbears\n          His fame, to make it theirs:\n\n       And has his sword and spoils ungirt\n       To lay them at the Public's skirt.\n          So when the falcon high\n          Falls heavy from the sky,\n\n       She, having kill'd, no more doth search\n       But on the next green bough to perch,\n          Where, when he first does lure,\n          The falconer has her sure.\n\n       —What may not then our Isle presume\n       While victory his crest does plume?\n          What may not others fear\n          If thus he crowns each year!\n\n       As Caesar he, ere long, to Gaul,\n       To Italy an Hannibal,\n          And to all states not free\n          Shall climacteric be.\n\n       The Pict no shelter now shall find\n       Within his parti-colour'd mind,\n          But, from this valour, sad\n          Shrink underneath the plaid—\n\n       Happy, if in the tufted brake\n       The English hunter him mistake,\n          Nor lay his hounds in near\n          The Caledonian deer.\n\n       But Thou, the War's and Fortune's son,\n       March indefatigably on;\n          And for the last effect\n          Still keep the sword erect:\n\n       Besides the force it has to fright\n       The spirits of the shady night,\n          The same arts that did gain\n          A power, must it maintain.","themes":["love","hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"65","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"ab40ff1c5294668d9c6ac172ce33ab68a0979353b806df52f72afeb617aab113","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-66","title":"Lycidas","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Elegy on a Friend drowned in the Irish Channel.\n\n     Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more\n     Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere,\n     I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude,\n     And with forced fingers rude\n     Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.\n     Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear\n     Compels me to disturb your season due:\n     For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,\n     Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer:\n     Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew\n     Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.\n     He must not float upon his watery bier\n     Unwept, and welter to the parching wind,\n     Without the meed of some melodious tear.\n\n       Begin, then, Sisters of the sacred well\n     That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring;\n     Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string;\n     Hence with denial vain and coy excuse:\n     So may some gentle Muse\n     With lucky words favour my destined urn:\n     And as he passes, turn\n     And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.\n\n       For we were nursed upon the self-same hill,\n     Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill:\n     Together both, ere the high lawns appear'd\n     Under the opening eye-lids of the morn,\n     We drove a-field, and both together heard\n     What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn,\n     Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night,\n     Oft till the star that rose at evening bright\n     Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel.\n     Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute;\n     Temper'd to the oaten flute,\n     Rough Satyrs danced, and Fauns with cloven heel\n     From the glad sound would not be absent long;\n     And old Damoetas loved to hear our song.\n\n       But, O the heavy change, now thou art gone,\n     Now thou art gone and never must return!\n     Thee, Shepherd, thee the woods, and desert caves,\n     With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown,\n     And all their echoes, mourn.\n     The willows and the hazel copses green\n     Shall now no more be seen\n     Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays:—\n     As killing as the canker to the rose,\n     Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze,\n     Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear,\n     When first the white-thorn blows;\n     Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherds' ear.\n\n       Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless deep\n     Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas?\n     For neither were ye playing on the steep\n     Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie,\n     Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high,\n     Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream.\n     Ay me! I fondly dream—\n     Had ye been there—for what could that have done?\n     What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore,\n     The Muse herself, for her enchanting son,\n     Whom universal nature did lament,\n     When by the rout that made the hideous roar\n     His gory visage down the stream was sent,\n     Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?\n\n       Alas! what boots it with incessant care\n     To tend the homely, slighted, shepherd's trade\n     And strictly meditate the thankless Muse?\n     Were it not better done, as others use,\n     To sport with Amaryllis in the shade,\n     Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair?\n     Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise\n     (That last infirmity of noble mind)\n     To scorn delights and live laborious days;\n     But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,\n     And think to burst out into sudden blaze,\n     Comes the blind Fury with the abhorréd shears\n     And slits the thin-spun life. \"But not the praise,\"\n     Phoebus replied, and touch'd my trembling ears;\n     \"Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil,\n     Nor in the glistering foil\n     Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies:\n     But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes\n     And perfect witness of all-judging Jove;\n     As he pronounces lastly on each deed,\n     Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.\"\n\n       O fountain Arethuse, and thou honour'd flood\n     Smooth-sliding Mincius, crown'd with vocal reeds!\n     That strain I heard was of a higher mood:\n     But now my oat proceeds,\n     And listens to the herald of the sea\n     That came in Neptune's plea;\n     He ask'd the waves, and ask'd the felon winds,\n     What hard mishap hath doom'd this gentle swain?\n     And question'd every gust of rugged wings\n     That blows from off each beakéd promontory:\n     They knew not of his story;\n     And sage Hippotadés their answer brings,\n     That not a blast was from his dungeon stray'd;\n     The air was calm, and on the level brine\n     Sleek Panopé with all her sisters play'd.\n     It was that fatal and perfidious bark\n     Built in the eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark,\n     That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.\n\n       Next, Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow,\n     His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge\n     Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge\n     Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe:\n     \"Ah! who hath reft,\" quoth he, \"my dearest pledge!\"\n     Last came, and last did go\n     The pilot of the Galilean Lake;\n     Two massy keys he bore of metals twain\n     (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain);\n     He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake:\n     \"How well could I have spared for thee, young swain,\n     Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake\n     Creep and intrude and climb into the fold!\n     Of other care they little reckoning make\n     Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast,\n     And shove away the worthy bidden guest;\n     Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold\n     A sheep-hook, or have learn'd aught else the least\n     That to the faithful herdman's art belongs!\n     What recks it them? What need they? They are sped;\n     And, when they list, their lean and flashy songs\n     Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw;\n     The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed,\n     But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw\n     Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread:\n     Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw\n     Daily devours apace, and nothing said:\n     —But that two-handed engine at the door\n     Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.\"\n\n       Return, Alphéus; the dread voice is past\n     That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse,\n     And call the vales, and bid them hither cast\n     Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.\n     Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use\n     Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks\n     On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks;\n     Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes\n     That on the green turf suck the honey'd showers\n     And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.\n     Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies,\n     The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine,\n     The white pink, and the pansy freak'd with jet,\n     The glowing violet,\n     The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine,\n     With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head,\n     And every flower that sad embroidery wears:\n     Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed,\n     And daffodillies fill their cups with tears\n     To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.\n     For so to interpose a little ease,\n     Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise;\n     Ay me! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas\n     Wash far away,—where'er thy bones are hurl'd;\n     Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides\n     Where thou perhaps, under the whelming tide\n     Visitest the bottom of the monstrous world;\n     Or whether thou, to our moist vows denied,\n     Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old,\n     Where the great Vision of the guarded mount\n     Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold,\n     —Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth:\n     —And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth!\n\n       Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more,\n     For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead,\n     Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor;\n     So sinks the day-star in the ocean-bed,\n     And yet anon repairs his drooping head\n     And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore\n     Flames in the forehead of the morning sky:\n     So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high\n     Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves;\n     Where, other groves and other streams along,\n     With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves,\n     And hears the unexpressive nuptial song\n     In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love.\n     There entertain him all the saints above\n     In solemn troops, and sweet societies,\n     That sing, and singing, in their glory move,\n     And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.\n     Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more;\n     Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore,\n     In thy large recompense, and shalt be good\n     To all that wander in that perilous flood.\n\n       Thus sang the uncouth swain to the oaks and rills,\n     While the still morn went out with sandals gray;\n     He touch'd the tender stops of various quills,\n     With eager thought warbling his Doric lay:\n     And now the sun had stretch'd out all the hills,\n     And now was dropt into the western bay:\n     At last he rose, and twitch'd his mantle blue:\n     To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"66","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"a40aa7f107a8f0c995295e25981d7d15cae511ac18a0c6954ae1750dabee4645","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-67","title":"The Tombs In Westminster Abbey","poet":"Francis Beaumont","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Mortality, behold and fear\n     What a change of flesh is here!\n     Think how many royal bones\n     Sleep within these heaps of stones;\n     Here they lie, had realms and lands,\n     Who now want strength to stir their hands,\n     Where from their pulpits seal'd with dust\n     They preach, \"In greatness is no trust.\"\n     Here's an acre sown indeed\n     With the richest royallest seed\n     That the earth did e'er suck in\n     Since the first man died for sin:\n     Here the bones of birth have cried\n     \"Though gods they were, as men they died!\"\n     Here are sands, ignoble things,\n     Dropt from the ruin'd sides of kings\n     Here's a world of pomp and state\n     Buried in dust, once dead by fate.","themes":["death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"67","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"e78bf0f488f3deb5275de8f7983fe5081410134c1de7d94e7d28751f0ecc6d0c","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-68","title":"The Last Conqueror","poet":"James Shirley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Victorious men of earth, no more\n       Proclaim how wide your empires are;\n     Though you bind-in every shore\n       And your triumphs reach as far\n          As night and day,\n       Yet you, proud monarchs, must obey\n     And mingle with forgotten ashes, when\n     Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.\n\n     Devouring Famine, Plague, and War,\n       Each able to undo mankind,\n     Death's servile emissaries are;\n       Nor to these alone confined,\n          He hath at will\n       More quaint and subtle ways to kill;\n     A smile or kiss, as he will use the art,\n     Shall have the cunning skill to break a heart.","themes":["love","loneliness","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"68","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"1896f17acd8ffa62d02d5f64a66761fe7561aec29663c637ea496bf89e31bf02","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-69","title":"Death The Leveller","poet":"James Shirley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"The glories of our blood and state\n        Are shadows, not substantial things;\n     There is no armour against fate;\n        Death lays his icy hand on kings:\n          Sceptre and Crown\n          Must tumble down,\n     And in the dust be equal made\n     With the poor crooked scythe and spade.\n\n     Some men with swords may reap the field,\n        And plant fresh laurels where they kill:\n     But their strong nerves at last must yield;\n        They tame but one another still:\n          Early or late\n          They stoop to fate,\n     And must give up their murmuring breath\n     When they, pale captives, creep to death.\n\n     The garlands wither on your brow;\n        Then boast no more your mighty deeds;\n     Upon Death's purple altar now\n        See where the victor-victim bleeds:\n          Your heads must come\n          To the cold tomb;\n     Only the actions of the just\n     Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust.","themes":["death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"69","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"5e52d26e552c0501e12ad544665d34f75bd1478905037b297f68f74eec59edc0","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-70","title":"When The Assault Was Intended To The City","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in arms,\n     Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize,\n     If deed of honour did thee ever please;\n     Guard them, and him within protect from harms.\n\n     He can requite thee; for he knows the charms\n     That call fame on such gentle acts as these.\n     And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas,\n     Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms.\n\n     Lift not thy spear against the Muses' bower:\n     The great Emathian conqueror bid spare\n     The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower\n     Went to the ground: and the repeated air\n     Of sad Electra's poet had the power\n     To save the Athenian walls from ruin bare.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"70","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"f9e86b258120048af467f813b7ef59ff1ac5aed4638aa41a1fa408e2ea75a25e","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-71","title":"On His Blindness","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"When I consider how my light is spent\n     Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,\n     And that one talent which is death to hide\n     Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent\n\n     To serve therewith my Maker, and present\n     My true account, lest He returning chide,—\n     Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?\n     I fondly ask:—But Patience, to prevent\n\n     That murmur, soon replies; God doth not need\n     Either man's work, or His own gifts: who best\n     Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best: His state\n\n     Is kingly; thousands at His bidding speed\n     And post o'er land and ocean without rest:—\n     They also serve who only stand and wait.","themes":["spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"71","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"dab571814b872e5df43b5d67864d313d9ffd870788219ef6f30d08a8f53bc3cf","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-72","title":"Character Of A Happy Life","poet":"Henry Wotton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"How happy is he born and taught\n     That serveth not another's will;\n     Whose armour is his honest thought\n     And simple truth his utmost skill!\n\n     Whose passions not his masters are,\n     Whose soul is still prepared for death,\n     Not tied unto the world by care\n     Of public fame, or private breath;\n\n     Who envies none that chance doth raise\n     Or vice; Who never understood\n     How deepest wounds are given by praise;\n     Nor rules of state, but rules of good:\n\n     Who hath his life from rumours freed,\n     Whose conscience is his strong retreat;\n     Whose state can neither flatterers feed,\n     Nor ruin make accusers great;\n\n     Who God doth late and early pray\n     More of His grace than gifts to lend;\n     And entertains the harmless day\n     With a well-chosen book or friend;\n\n     —This man is freed from servile bands\n     Of hope to rise, or fear to fall;\n     Lord of himself, though not of lands,\n     And having nothing, yet hath all.","themes":["hope","spirituality","death","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"72","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"a4f45dc255513f5018747b2c35cab150c09e7dbb88963691ee467bfe722c321a","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-73","title":"The Noble Nature","poet":"Ben Jonson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"It is not growing like a tree\n        In bulk, doth make Man better be;\n     Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,\n     To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:\n          A lily of a day\n          Is fairer far in May,\n        Although it fall and die that night—\n        It was the plant and flower of Light.\n     In small proportions we just beauties see;\n     And in short measures life may perfect be.","themes":["nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"73","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"1fa46e71952aee5f0bb43c491d2937690230504d3a5b62cd7619e6efd0c9d946","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-74","title":"The Gifts Of God","poet":"George Herbert","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"When God at first made Man,\n     Having a glass of blessings standing by;\n     Let us (said he) pour on him all we can:\n     Let the world's riches, which disperséd lie,\n         Contract into a span.\n\n         So strength first made a way;\n     Then beauty flow'd, then wisdom, honour, pleasure:\n     When almost all was out, God made a stay,\n     Perceiving that alone, of all his treasure,\n         Rest in the bottom lay.\n\n         For if I should (said he)\n     Bestow this jewel also on my creature,\n     He would adore My gifts instead of Me,\n     And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature:\n         So both should losers be.\n\n         Yet let him keep the rest,\n     But keep them with repining restlessness:\n     Let him be rich and weary, that at least,\n     If goodness lead him not, yet weariness\n         May toss him to my breast.","themes":["spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"74","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"1e9e21beb47cfbca4a1318788c017e842035144f321f8cff7b19cf3f47ac81be","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-75","title":"The Retreat","poet":"Henry Vaughan","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Happy those early days, when I\n     Shined in my Angel-infancy!\n     Before I understood this place\n     Appointed for my second race,\n     Or taught my soul to fancy aught\n     But a white, celestial thought;\n     When yet I had not walk'd above\n     A mile or two from my first Love,\n\n     And looking back, at that short space\n     Could see a glimpse of his bright face;\n     When on some gilded cloud or flower\n     My gazing soul would dwell an hour,\n     And in those weaker glories spy\n     Some shadows of eternity;\n     Before I taught my tongue to wound\n     My conscience with a sinful sound,\n     Or had the black art to dispense\n     A several sin to every sense,\n     But felt through all this fleshly dress\n     Bright shoots of everlastingness.\n\n     O how I long to travel back,\n     And tread again that ancient track!\n     That I might once more reach that plain,\n     Where first I left my glorious train;\n     From whence th' enlighten'd spirit sees\n     That shady City of Palm trees!\n     But ah! my soul with too much stay\n     Is drunk, and staggers in the way:—\n     Some men a forward motion love,\n     But I by backward steps would move;\n     And when this dust falls to the urn,\n     In that state I came, return.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"75","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"4f9652e8a25473f1fd60599b2b6b2e4279cf52ee41a43bb7f08c33d47bf1e53b","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-76","title":"To Mr. Lawrence","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son,\n     Now that the fields are dank and ways are mire,\n     Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire\n     Help waste a sullen day, what may be won\n\n     From the hard season gaining? Time will run\n     On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire\n     The frozen earth, and cloth in fresh attire\n     The lily and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun.\n\n     What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice,\n     Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise\n     To hear the lute well touch'd, or artful voice\n\n     Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air?\n     He who of those delights can judge, and spare\n     To interpose them oft, is not unwise.","themes":["nature","time","death","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"76","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"ee0a8cfdcc9d08430a7a000f957495629ed6b997ebb284408408b60979e0ed50","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-77","title":"To Cyriack Skinner","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Cyriack, whose grandsire on the royal bench\n     Of British Themis, with no mean applause\n     Pronounced, and in his volumes taught, our laws,\n     Which others at their bar so often wrench;\n\n     To-day deep thoughts resolve with me to drench\n     In mirth, that after no repenting draws;\n     Let Euclid rest and Archimedes pause,\n     And what the Swede intends, and what the French.\n\n     To measure life learn thou betimes, and know\n     Toward solid good what leads the nearest way;\n     For other things mild Heaven a time ordains,\n\n     And disapproves that care, though wise in show,\n     That with superfluous burden loads the day,\n     And, when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains.","themes":["time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"77","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"5a3f7f6f4d98bb2622d3d5a05c8e0a591de17f9cc5c0258c9708cfd94b449589","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-78","title":"Hymn To Diana","poet":"Ben Jonson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair,\n        Now the sun is laid to sleep,\n     Seated in thy silver chair\n        State in wonted manner keep:\n          Hesperus entreats thy light,\n          Goddess excellently bright.\n\n     Earth, let not thy envious shade\n        Dare itself to interpose;\n     Cynthia's shining orb was made\n        Heaven to clear when day did close;\n          Bless us then with wishéd sight,\n          Goddess excellently bright.\n\n     Lay thy bow of pearl apart\n        And thy crystal-shining quiver;\n     Give unto the flying hart\n        Space to breathe, how short soever;\n          Thou that mak'st a day of night,\n          Goddess excellently bright.","themes":["spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"78","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"25c241858628135b2ef40230b73465a105b93fca8c2a18b7afe5eb9e242d6de4","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-79","title":"Wishes For The Supposed Mistress","poet":"Richard Crashaw","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Whoe'er she be,\n     That not impossible She\n     That shall command my heart and me;\n\n     Where'er she lie,\n     Lock'd up from mortal eye\n     In shady leaves of destiny:\n\n     Till that ripe birth\n     Of studied Fate stand forth,\n     And teach her fair steps to our earth;\n\n     Till that divine\n     Idea take a shrine\n     Of crystal flesh, through which to shine:\n\n     —Meet you her, my Wishes,\n     Bespeak her to my blisses,\n     And be ye call'd, my absent kisses.\n\n     I wish her beauty,\n     That owes not all its duty\n     To gaudy tire, or glist'ring shoe-tie:\n\n     Something more than\n     Taffata or tissue can,\n     Or rampant feather, or rich fan.\n\n     A face that's best\n     By its own beauty drest,\n     And can alone command the rest:\n\n     A face made up\n     Out of no other shop\n     Than what Nature's white hand sets ope.\n\n     Sydneian showers\n     Of sweet discourse, whose powers\n     Can crown old Winter's head with flowers.\n\n     Whate'er delight\n     Can make day's forehead bright\n     Or give down to the wings of night.\n\n     Soft silken hours,\n     Open suns, shady bowers;\n     'Bove all, nothing within that lowers.\n\n     Days, that need borrow\n     No part of their good morrow\n     From a fore-spent night of sorrow:\n\n     Days, that in spite\n     Of darkness, by the light\n     Of a clear mind are day all night.\n\n     Life, that dares send\n     A challenge to his end,\n     And when it comes, say, \"Welcome friend.\"\n\n     I wish her store\n     Of worth may leave her poor\n     Of wishes; and I wish—no more.\n\n     —Now, if Time knows\n     That Her, whose radiant brows\n     Weave them a garland of my vows;\n\n     Her that dares be\n     What these lines wish to see;\n     I seek no further, it is She.\n\n     'Tis She, and here\n     Lo! I unclothe and clear\n     My wishes' cloudy character.\n\n     Such worth as this is\n     Shall fix my flying wishes,\n     And determine them to kisses.\n\n     Let her full glory,\n     My fancies, fly before ye;\n     Be ye my fictions:—but her story.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"79","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"21b2e2a22d9c8f9838883d48813e800c9b55072282cbc044bf01a7027351c74e","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-80","title":"The Great Adventurer","poet":"Anonymous (Golden Treasury)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Over the mountains\n        And over the waves,\n        Under the fountains\n        And under the graves;\n        Under floods that are deepest,\n        Which Neptune obey;\n        Over rocks that are steepest\n        Love will find out the way.\n\n        When there is no place\n        For the glow-worm to lie;\n        When there is no space\n        For receipt of a fly;\n        When the midge dares not venture\n        Lest herself fast she lay;\n        If Love come, he will enter\n        And will find out his way.\n\n        You may esteem him\n        A child for his might;\n        Or you may deem him\n        A coward from his flight;\n        But if she whom love doth honour\n        Be conceal'd from the day,\n        Set a thousand guards upon her,\n        Love will find out the way.\n\n        Some think to lose him\n        By having him confined;\n        And some do suppose him,\n        Poor thing, to be blind;\n        But if ne'er so close ye wall him,\n        Do the best that you may,\n        Blind love, if so ye call him,\n        Will find out his way.\n\n        You may train the eagle\n        To stoop to your fist;\n        Or you may inveigle\n        The phoenix of the east;\n        The lioness, ye may move her\n        To give o'er her prey;\n        But you'll ne'er stop a lover:\n        He will find out his way.","themes":["love","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"80","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"1bae498ac56765b0a1f8da1ff1524fb917b795cbe3b6f662cca69d88cce72998","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-81","title":"Child And Maiden","poet":"Charles Sedley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Ah, Chloris! could I now but sit\n       As unconcern'd as when\n     Your infant beauty could beget\n       No happiness or pain!\n     When I the dawn used to admire,\n       And praised the coming day,\n     I little thought the rising fire\n       Would take my rest away.\n\n     Your charms in harmless childhood lay\n       Like metals in a mine;\n     Age from no face takes more away\n       Than youth conceal'd in thine.\n     But as your charms insensibly\n       To their perfection prest,\n     So love as unperceived did fly,\n       And center'd in my breast.\n\n     My passion with your beauty grew,\n       While Cupid at my heart\n     Still as his mother favour'd you,\n       Threw a new flaming dart:\n     Each gloried in their wanton part;\n       To make a lover, he\n     Employ'd the utmost of his art—\n       To make a beauty, she.","themes":["love","hope","time","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"81","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"f2f302b4d4f0ab38ff6e328c735176943fc8ad1853bb4faaaf6c2c6d07fe0760","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-82","title":"Counsel To Girls","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,\n       Old Time is still a-flying:\n     And this same flower that smiles to-day,\n       To-morrow will be dying.\n\n     The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun,\n       The higher he's a-getting\n     The sooner will his race be run,\n       And nearer he's to setting.\n\n     That age is best which is the first,\n       When youth and blood are warmer,\n     But being spent, the worse, and worst\n       Times, still succeed the former.\n\n     Then be not coy, but use your time;\n       And while ye may, go marry:\n     For having lost but once your prime,\n       You may for ever tarry.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"82","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"94378ec2abbb451536d2a887107ddd56a8ad70540523620d47ac3c61d99fbb4c","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-83","title":"To Lucasta, On Going To The Wars","poet":"Richard Lovelace","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind\n       That from the nunnery\n     Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind,\n       To war and arms I fly.\n\n     True, a new mistress now I chase,\n       The first foe in the field;\n     And with a stronger faith embrace\n       A sword, a horse, a shield.\n\n     Yet this inconstancy is such\n       As you too shalt adore;\n     I could not love thee, Dear, so much,\n       Loved I not Honour more.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"83","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. 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Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"84","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. 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Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"85","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"94af752b57ea63026ec51021728fab817989e4b45a5fe4186ff6b03c5aa537a0","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-86","title":"The Loveliness Of Love","poet":"Anonymous (Golden Treasury)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"It is not Beauty I demand,\n     A crystal brow, the moon's despair,\n     Nor the snow's daughter, a white hand,\n     Nor mermaid's yellow pride of hair:\n\n     Tell me not of your starry eyes,\n     Your lips that seem on roses fed,\n     Your breasts, where Cupid tumbling lies,\n     Nor sleeps for kissing of his bed:—\n\n     A bloomy pair of vermeil cheeks\n     Like Hebe's in her ruddiest hours,\n     A breath that softer music speaks\n     Than summer winds a-wooing flowers,\n\n     These are but gauds: nay what are lips?\n     Coral beneath the ocean-stream,\n     Whose brink when your adventurer slips\n     Full oft he perisheth on them.\n\n     And what are cheeks, but ensigns oft\n     That wave hot youth to fields of blood?\n     Did Helen's breast, though ne'er so soft,\n     Do Greece or Ilium any good?\n\n     Eyes can with baleful ardour burn;\n     Poison can breathe, that erst perfumed;\n     There's many a white hand holds an urn\n     With lovers hearts to dust consumed.\n\n     For crystal brows there's nought within;\n     They are but empty cells for pride;\n     He who the Syren's hair would win\n     Is mostly strangled in the tide.\n\n     Give me, instead of Beauty's bust,\n     A tender heart, a loyal mind\n     Which with temptation I would trust,\n     Yet never link'd with error find,—\n\n     One in whose gentle bosom I\n     Could pour my secret heart of woes,\n     Like the care-burthen'd honey-fly\n     That hides his murmurs in the rose,—\n\n     My earthly Comforter! whose love\n     So indefeasible might be\n     That, when my spirit wonn'd above,\n     Hers could not stay, for sympathy.","themes":["love","nature","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"86","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. 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Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"87","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"8891732c867f72447b7208240f6b7c947091bec51c257ffe32379e3835b0ccbc","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-88","title":"To Dianeme","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes\n     Which starlike sparkle in their skies;\n     Nor be you proud, that you can see\n     All hearts your captives; yours yet free:\n     Be you not proud of that rich hair\n     Which wantons with the lovesick air;\n     Whenas that ruby which you wear,\n     Sunk from the tip of your soft ear,\n     Will last to be a precious stone,\n     When all your world of beauty's gone.","themes":["freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"88","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"145b181e38886bfc4a8d989f9b8de02f7b23ef764e07f72f1b0fada7b7d41502","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-89","title":"Go, lovely Rose!","poet":"Edmund Waller","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Go, lovely Rose!\n     Tell her, that wastes her time and me,\n       That now she knows,\n     When I resemble her to thee,\n     How sweet and fair she seems to be.\n\n       Tell her that's young,\n     And shuns to have her graces spied,\n       That hadst thou sprung\n     In deserts, where no men abide,\n     Thou must have uncommended died.\n\n       Small is the worth\n     Of beauty from the light retired:\n       Bid her come forth,\n     Suffer herself to be desired,\n     And not blush so to be admired.\n\n       Then die! that she\n     The common fate of all things rare\n       May read in thee:\n     How small a part of time they share\n     That are so wondrous sweet and fair!","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"89","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"68a446e9bc5cf39c52c0303e047bdd177f9fe68663a7b16b46a266897bc36558","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-90","title":"To Celia","poet":"Ben Jonson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Drink to me only with thine eyes,\n       And I will pledge with mine;\n     Or leave a kiss but in the cup\n       And I'll not look for wine.\n     The thirst that from the soul doth rise\n       Doth ask a drink divine;\n     But might I of Jove's nectar sup,\n       I would not change for thine.\n\n     I sent thee late a rosy wreath,\n       Not so much honouring thee\n     As giving it a hope that there\n       It could not wither'd be;\n     But thou thereon didst only breathe\n       And sent'st it back to me;\n     Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,\n       Not of itself but thee!","themes":["love","hope","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"90","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"672f31a04377b234371f80d282eb535374470ae5abd41a44cbe33cc871e1394f","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-91","title":"Cherry-Ripe","poet":"Anonymous (Golden Treasury)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"There is a garden in her face\n       Where roses and white lilies blow;\n     A heavenly paradise is that place,\n       Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow;\n     There cherries grow that none may buy,\n     Till Cherry-Ripe themselves do cry.\n\n     Those cherries fairly do enclose\n       Of orient pearl a double row,\n     Which when her lovely laughter shows,\n       They look like rose-buds fill'd with snow:\n     Yet them no peer nor prince can buy\n     Till Cherry-Ripe themselves do cry.\n\n     Her eyes like angels watch them still;\n       Her brows like bended bows do stand,\n     Threat'ning with piercing frowns to kill\n       All that approach with eye or hand\n     These sacred cherries to come nigh,\n     —Till Cherry-Ripe themselves do cry!","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"91","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"77de02f7d5d179c9c3b3e6c8cb4498732c7b4623760f965f08d7d9abe2aa6353","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-92","title":"The Poetry Of Dress","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I.\n\n     A sweet disorder in the dress\n     Kindles in clothes a wantonness:—\n     A lawn about the shoulders thrown\n     Into a fine distractión,—\n     An erring lace, which here and there\n     Enthrals the crimson stomacher,—\n     A cuff neglectful, and thereby\n     Ribbands to flow confusedly,—\n     A winning wave, deserving note,\n     In the tempestuous petticoat,—\n     A careless shoe-string, in whose tie\n     I see a wild civility;—\n     Do more bewitch me, than when art\n     Is too precise in every part.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"92","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"880ac5da2d52e923d723ad31f2cb6df5d9657b11da9c90cc6f9e3712599ef138","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-93","title":"—Ii","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Whenas in silks my Julia goes\n     Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows\n     That liquefaction of her clothes.\n\n     Next, when I cast mine eyes and see\n     That brave vibration each way free;\n     O how that glittering taketh me!","themes":["hope","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"93","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"1549670ef64b0b2aef78a7ad648ef0e2d6385c35d9ee16a524a1c4cde00f7604","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-94","title":"—Iii","poet":"Anonymous (Golden Treasury)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"My Love in her attire doth shew her wit,\n      It doth so well become her;\n     For every season she hath dressings fit,\n      For Winter, Spring, and Summer.\n      No beauty she doth miss\n      When all her robes are on\n      But Beauty's self she is\n      When all her robes are gone.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"94","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"7f03204266b3a828e789ec390f6bba9abd575aadb62ce0962a2477b218687fd9","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-95","title":"On A Girdle","poet":"Edmund Waller","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"That which her slender waist confined\n     Shall now my joyful temples bind:\n     No monarch but would give his crown\n     His arms might do what this has done.\n\n     It was my Heaven's extremest sphere,\n     The pale which held that lovely deer:\n     My joy, my grief, my hope, my love\n     Did all within this circle move.\n\n     A narrow compass! and yet there\n     Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair:\n     Give me but what this ribband bound,\n     Take all the rest the Sun goes round.","themes":["love","hope","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"95","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"14390855ec22cb720b0f8d0762f0c37ac40398d67f3e8b0ba8670b8ffaf00059","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-96","title":"To Anthea Who May Command Him Any Thing","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Bid me to live, and I will live\n       Thy Protestant to be;\n     Or bid me love, and I will give\n       A loving heart to thee.\n\n     A heart as soft, a heart as kind,\n       A heart as sound and free\n     As in the whole world thou canst find,\n       That heart I'll give to thee.\n\n     Bid that heart stay, and it will stay,\n       To honour thy decree:\n     Or bid it languish quite away,\n       And 't shall do so for thee.\n\n     Bid me to weep, and I will weep,\n       While I have eyes to see:\n     And having none, yet I will keep\n       A heart to weep for thee.\n\n     Bid me despair, and I'll despair,\n       Under that cypress tree:\n     Or bid me die, and I will dare\n       E'en Death, to die for thee.\n\n     Thou art my life, my love, my heart,\n       The very eyes of me,\n     And hast command of every part,\n       To live and die for thee.","themes":["love","nature","grief","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"96","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"4bb106718a59b99ed4bdf4f414748d583048066578725044536f073e22219e17","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-97","title":"Love not me for comely grace","poet":"Anonymous (Golden Treasury)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Love not me for comely grace,\n     For my pleasing eye or face,\n     Nor for any outward part,\n     No, nor for a constant heart,—\n      For these may fail, or turn to ill,\n       So thou and I shall sever:\n     Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye,\n     And love me still, but know not why—\n      So hast thou the same reason still\n       To doat upon me ever!","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"97","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"473759ade1a4aff9bf52320e8d34ffecdf0aeccc16f518e6a45dbb1d290d955d","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-98","title":"Not, Celia, that I juster am","poet":"Charles Sedley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Not, Celia, that I juster am\n      Or better than the rest;\n     For I would change each hour, like them,\n      Were not my heart at rest.\n\n     But I am tied to very thee\n      By every thought I have;\n     Thy face I only care to see,\n      Thy heart I only crave.\n\n     All that in woman is adored\n      In thy dear self I find—\n     For the whole sex can but afford\n      The handsome and the kind.\n\n     Why then should I seek further store,\n      And still make love anew?\n     When change itself can give no more,\n      'Tis easy to be true.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"98","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"88b1f458bd783d3402976a4f0bf55402fc3a9975d693cb4667db73eed2395941","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-99","title":"To Althea From Prison","poet":"Richard Lovelace","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"When Love with unconfinéd wings\n      Hovers within my gates,\n     And my divine Althea brings\n      To whisper at the grates;\n     When I lie tangled in her hair\n      And fetter'd to her eye,\n     The birds that wanton in the air\n      Know no such liberty.\n\n     When flowing cups run swiftly round\n      With no allaying Thames,\n     Our careless heads with roses crown'd,\n      Our hearts with loyal flames;\n     When thirsty grief in wine we steep,\n      When healths and draughts go free—\n     Fishes that tipple in the deep\n      Know no such liberty.\n\n     When, linnet-like confinéd, I\n      With shriller throat shall sing\n     The sweetness, mercy, majesty,\n      And glories of my King;\n     When I shall voice aloud how good\n      He is, how great should be,\n     Enlargéd winds, that curl the flood,\n      Know no such liberty.\n\n     Stone walls do not a prison make,\n      Nor iron bars a cage;\n     Minds innocent and quiet take\n      That for an hermitage:\n     If I have freedom in my love\n      And in my soul am free,\n     Angels alone, that soar above,\n      Enjoy such liberty.","themes":["love","nature","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"99","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"7762993dbeee3d27af864139c4e3e697a2bd6c037a41b25c21257ba2988ca442","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-100","title":"To Lucasta, On Going Beyond The Seas","poet":"Richard Lovelace","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"If to be absent were to be\n          Away from thee;\n        Or that when I am gone\n        You or I were alone;\n       Then, my Lucasta, might I crave\n     Pity from blustering wind, or swallowing wave.\n\n       Though seas and land betwixt us both,\n          Our faith and troth,\n          Like separated souls,\n        All time and space controls:\n       Above the highest sphere we meet\n     Unseen, unknown; and greet as Angels greet.\n\n       So then we do anticipate\n          Our after-fate,\n        And are alive i' the skies,\n        If thus our lips and eyes\n       Can speak like spirits unconfined\n     In Heaven, their earthy bodies left behind.","themes":["time","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"100","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"4041f9d0f6ab97f50dc5cd7e3a970c421290cc56d21de3f6e36ec79b4257afc0","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-101","title":"Encouragements To A Lover","poet":"John Suckling","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Why so pale and wan, fond lover?\n        Prythee, why so pale?\n     Will, if looking well can't move her,\n        Looking ill prevail?\n        Prythee, why so pale?\n\n     Why so dull and mute, young sinner?\n        Prythee, why so mute?\n     Will, when speaking well can't win her,\n        Saying nothing do't?\n        Prythee, why so mute?\n\n     Quit, quit for shame! This will not move,\n        This cannot take her;\n     If of herself she will not love,\n        Nothing can make her:\n        The D——l take her!","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"101","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"8a78e869e1682cdb9e9434c77f1ce58fd640d46cf4c3f8754256bf57020f3a5e","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-102","title":"A Supplication","poet":"Abraham Cowley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Awake, awake, my Lyre!\n     And tell thy silent master's humble tale\n         In sounds that may prevail;\n       Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire:\n         Though so exalted she\n         And I so lowly be\n     Tell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.\n\n         Hark! how the strings awake:\n     And, though the moving hand approach not near,\n         Themselves with awful fear\n       A kind of numerous trembling make.\n         Now all thy forces try;\n         Now all thy charms apply;\n     Revenge upon her ear the conquests of her eye.\n\n         Weak Lyre! thy virtue sure\n     Is useless here, since thou art only found\n         To cure, but not to wound,\n       And she to wound, but not to cure.\n         Too weak too wilt thou prove\n         My passion to remove;\n     Physic to other ills, thou'rt nourishment to love.\n\n         Sleep, sleep again my Lyre!\n     For thou canst never tell my humble tale\n         In sounds that will prevail,\n       Nor gentle thoughts in her inspire;\n         All thy vain mirth lay by,\n         Bid thy strings silent lie,\n     Sleep, sleep again, my Lyre, and let thy master die.","themes":["love","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"102","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"1f6215e17b0dc7eefc0f2ef3806193f800d8f280a8263ea945def1cf4afe17f3","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-103","title":"The Manly Heart","poet":"George Wither","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Shall I, wasting in despair,\n     Die because a woman's fair?\n     Or my cheeks make pale with care\n     'Cause another's rosy are?\n     Be she fairer than the day,\n     Or the flowery meads in May—\n       If she be not so to me,\n       What care I how fair she be?\n\n     Shall my foolish heart be pined\n     'Cause I see a woman kind;\n     Or a well disposéd nature\n     Joinéd with a lovely feature?\n     Be she meeker, kinder, than\n     Turtle-dove or pelican,\n       If she be not so to me,\n       What care I how kind she be?\n\n     Shall a woman's virtues move\n     Me to perish for her love?\n     Or her merit's value known\n     Make me quite forget my own?\n     Be she with that goodness blest\n     Which may gain her name of Best;\n       If she be not such to me,\n       What care I how good she be?\n\n     'Cause her fortune seems too high,\n     Shall I play the fool and die?\n     Those that bear a noble mind\n     Where they want of riches find,\n     Think what with them they would do\n     Who without them dare to woo;\n       And unless that mind I see,\n       What care I how great she be?\n\n     Great, or good, or kind, or fair,\n     I will ne'er the more despair;\n     If she love me, this believe,\n     I will die ere she shall grieve;\n     If she slight me when I woo,\n     I can scorn and let her go;\n       For if she be not for me,\n       What care I for whom she be?","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"103","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"96272576e086cd675bcf5173ee2dcaefbbfabe5bd16448b08c15e03290264a41","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-104","title":"Melancholy","poet":"John Fletcher","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Hence, all you vain delights,\n     As short as are the nights\n     Wherein you spend your folly\n     There's naught in this life sweet\n     If men were wise to see't,\n     But only melancholy,\n     O sweetest Melancholy!\n     Welcome, folded arms and fixéd eyes,\n     A sigh that piercing mortifies,\n     A look that's fasten'd to the ground,\n     A tongue chain'd up without a sound!\n     Fountain-heads and pathless groves,\n     Places which pale passion loves!\n     Moonlight walks, when all the fowls\n     Are warmly housed save bats and owls!\n       A midnight bell, a parting groan!\n       These are the sounds we feed upon;\n     Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley;\n     Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.","themes":["freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"104","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"61261d7265f502319742bfe4c27eec1a354cc1ab37ec24e34c7256b85283290f","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-105","title":"To A Lock Of Hair","poet":"Walter Scott","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright\n     As in that well-remember'd night\n     When first thy mystic braid was wove,\n     And first my Agnes whisper'd love.\n\n       Since then how often hast thou prest\n     The torrid zone of this wild breast,\n     Whose wrath and hate have sworn to dwell\n     With the first sin that peopled hell;\n     A breast whose blood's a troubled ocean,\n     Each throb the earthquake's wild commotion!\n     O if such clime thou canst endure\n     Yet keep thy hue unstain'd and pure,\n     What conquest o'er each erring thought\n     Of that fierce realm had Agnes wrought!\n     I had not wander'd far and wide\n     With such an angel for my guide;\n     Nor heaven nor earth could then reprove me\n     If she had lived, and lived to love me.\n\n     Not then this world's wild joys had been\n     To me one savage hunting scene,\n     My sole delight the headlong race,\n     And frantic hurry of the chase;\n     To start, pursue, and bring to bay,\n     Rush in, drag down, and rend my prey,\n     Then—from the carcase turn away!\n     Mine ireful mood had sweetness tamed,\n     And soothed each wound which pride inflamed:—\n     Yes, God and man might now approve me\n     If thou hadst lived, and lived to love me!","themes":["love","time","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"105","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"2eac2b061d94e3059d562ea9ad4f7762a76b43b0cf3998693e6d2581b263ac71","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-106","title":"The Forsaken Bride","poet":"Anonymous (Golden Treasury)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O waly waly, up the bank,\n       And waly waly down the brae,\n     And waly waly yon burn-side\n       Where I and my Love wont to gae!\n     I leant my back unto an aik,\n       I thought it was a trusty tree;\n     But first it bow'd, and syne it brak,\n       Sae my true Love did lichtly me.\n\n     O waly waly, but love be bonny\n       A little time while it is new;\n     But when 'tis auld, it waxeth cauld,\n       And fades awa' like morning dew.\n     O wherefore should I busk my head?\n       Or wherefore should I kame my hair?\n     For my true Love has me forsook,\n       And says he'll never loe me mair.\n\n     Now Arthur-seat sall be my bed;\n       The sheets sall ne'er be prest by me:\n     Saint Anton's well sall be my drink,\n       Since my true Love has forsaken me.\n     Marti'mas wind, when wilt thou blaw\n       And shake the green leaves aff the tree?\n     O gentle Death, when wilt thou come?\n       For of my life I am wearíe.\n\n     'Tis not the frost, that freezes fell,\n       Nor blawing snaw's inclemencie,\n     'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry,\n       But my Love's heart grown cauld to me.\n     When we came in by Glasgow town\n       We were a comely sight to see;\n     My Love was clad in the black velvét,\n       And I mysell in cramasie.\n\n     But had I wist, before I kist,\n       That love had been sae ill to win,\n     I had lockt my heart in a case of gowd\n       And pinn'd it wi' a siller pin.\n     And O! if my young babe were born,\n       And set upon the nurse's knee,\n     And I mysell were dead and gane,\n       And the green grass growing over me!","themes":["love","nature","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"106","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"85383b0cf044d47876be0f3d744536ca60b5ed411af33faeeb949d6b6b4df593","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-107","title":"Fair Helen","poet":"Anonymous (Golden Treasury)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I wish I were where Helen lies;\n     Night and day on me she cries;\n     O that I were where Helen lies\n        On fair Kirconnell lea.\n\n     Curst be the heart that thought the thought,\n     And curst the hand that fired the shot,\n     When in my arms burd Helen dropt,\n        And died to succour me!\n\n     O think na but my heart was sair,\n     When my Love dropt down and spak nae mair!\n     I laid her down wi' meikle care,\n        On fair Kirconnell lea.\n\n     As I went down the water side,\n     None but my foe to be my guide,\n     None but my foe to be my guide,\n        On fair Kirconnell lea;\n\n     I lighted down my sword to draw,\n     I hackéd him in pieces sma',\n     I hackéd him in pieces sma',\n        For her sake that died for me.\n\n     O Helen fair, beyond compare!\n     I'll make a garland of thy hair\n     Shall bind my heart for evermair\n        Until the day I die.\n\n     O that I were where Helen lies!\n     Night and day on me she cries;\n     Out of my bed she bids me rise,\n        Says, \"Haste, and come to me!\"\n\n     O Helen fair! O Helen chaste!\n     If I were with thee, I were blest,\n     Where thou lies low and takes thy rest\n        On fair Kirconnell lea.\n\n     I wish my grave were growing green,\n     A winding-sheet drawn ower my een,\n     And I in Helen's arms lying,\n        On fair Kirconnell lea.\n\n     I wish I were where Helen lies;\n     Night and day on me she cries;\n     And I am weary of the skies,\n        Since my Love died for me.","themes":["love","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"107","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"7da5c1559f4f506dd5b6b5650bc75377147c7a6bcd0f339e244575a68695fe1f","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-108","title":"The Twa Corbies","poet":"Anonymous (Golden Treasury)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"As I was walking all alane\n     I heard twa corbies making a mane;\n     The tane unto the t'other say,\n     \"Where sall we gang and dine to-day?\"\n\n     \"—In behint yon auld fail dyke,\n     I wot there lies a new-slain Knight;\n     And naebody kens that he lies there,\n     But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair.\n\n     \"His hound is to the hunting gane,\n     His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,\n     His lady's ta'en another mate,\n     So we may mak our dinner sweet.\n\n     \"Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,\n     And I'll pick out his bonny blue een:\n     Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair\n     We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.\n\n     \"Mony a one for him makes mane,\n     But nane sall ken where he is gane;\n     O'er his white banes, when they are bare,\n     The wind sall blaw for evermair.\"","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"108","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"b24cb6c913112d7643ffc2621152fdc171cb71a2d3663483d3d73872795e5c1c","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-109","title":"To Blossoms","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,\n        Why do ye fall so fast?\n        Your date is not so past,\n     But you may stay yet here awhile\n        To blush and gently smile,\n          And go at last.\n\n     What, were ye born to be\n        An hour or half's delight;\n        And so to bid good-night?\n     'Twas pity Nature brought ye forth,\n        Merely to show your worth,\n          And lose you quite.\n\n     But you are lovely leaves, where we\n        May read how soon things have\n        Their end, though ne'er so brave:\n     And after they have shown their pride\n        Like you, awhile, they glide\n          Into the grave.","themes":["nature","hope","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"109","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"127ca0196b30e23d8d10b4e90f818233b4cc619c04efe62b239f577919c6ee3c","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-110","title":"To Daffodils","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Fair Daffodils, we weep to see\n          You haste away so soon\n     As yet the early-rising Sun\n          Has not attain'd his noon.\n               Stay, stay,\n          Until the hasting day\n               Has run\n          But to the even-song;\n     And, having pray'd together, we\n          Will go with you along.\n\n     We have short time to stay, as you,\n          We have as short a Spring;\n     As quick a growth to meet decay\n          As you, or any thing.\n               We die\n          As your hours do, and dry\n               Away\n          Like to the summer's rain;\n     Or as the pearls of morning's dew\n          Ne'er to be found again.","themes":["nature","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"110","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"0cb07a10fd25f34cbc5fcadc820472891c6c3ac983280529a890a848bd4677cd","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-111","title":"Thoughts In A Garden","poet":"Andrew Marvell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"How vainly men themselves amaze\n     To win the palm, the oak, or bays,\n     And their incessant labours see\n     Crown'd from some single herb or tree,\n     Whose short and narrow-vergéd shade\n     Does prudently their toils upbraid;\n     While all the flowers and trees do close\n     To weave the garlands of Repose.\n\n     Fair Quiet, have I found thee here,\n     And Innocence thy sister dear?\n     Mistaken long, I sought you then\n     In busy companies of men:\n     Your sacred plants, if here below,\n     Only among the plants will grow:\n     Society is all but rude\n     To this delicious solitude.\n\n     No white nor red was ever seen\n     So amorous as this lovely green.\n     Fond lovers, cruel as their flame,\n     Cut in these trees their mistress' name:\n     Little, alas! they know or heed\n     How far these beauties hers exceed!\n     Fair trees! where'er your barks I wound,\n     No name shall but your own be found.\n\n     When we have run our passions' heat,\n     Love hither makes his best retreat:\n     The gods, who mortal beauty chase,\n     Still in a tree did end their race:\n     Apollo hunted Daphne so\n     Only that she might laurel grow;\n     And Pan did after Syrinx speed\n     Not as a nymph, but for a reed.\n\n     What wondrous life in this I lead!\n     Ripe apples drop about my head;\n     The luscious clusters of the vine\n     Upon my mouth do crush their wine;\n     The nectarine and curious peach\n     Into my hands themselves do reach;\n     Stumbling on melons, as I pass,\n     Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.\n\n     Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less\n     Withdraws into its happiness;\n     The mind, that ocean where each kind\n     Does straight its own resemblance find;\n     Yet it creates, transcending these,\n     Far other worlds, and other seas;\n     Annihilating all that's made\n     To a green thought in a green shade.\n\n     Here at the fountain's sliding foot\n     Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root,\n     Casting the body's vest aside\n     My soul into the boughs does glide;\n     There, like a bird, it sits and sings,\n     Then whets and claps its silver wings,\n     And, till prepared for longer flight,\n     Waves in its plumes the various light.\n\n     Such was that happy Garden-state\n     While man there walk'd without a mate:\n     After a place so pure and sweet,\n     What other help could yet be meet!\n     But 'twas beyond a mortal's share\n     To wander solitary there:\n     Two paradises are in one,\n     To live in Paradise alone.\n\n     How well the skilful gardener drew\n     Of flowers and herbs this dial new!\n     Where, from above, the milder sun\n     Does through a fragrant zodiac run:\n     And, as it works, th' industrious bee\n     Computes its time as well as we.\n     How could such sweet and wholesome hours\n     Be reckon'd, but with herbs and flowers!","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"111","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"9c907294b9fa4d13cb687d84724adf4b62f7fe71b1af0d8029e0dcb57f6a1fd4","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-112","title":"L'Allegro","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Hence, loathéd Melancholy,\n       Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born\n     In Stygian cave forlorn\n       'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy!\n     Find out some uncouth cell\n       Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings\n     And the night-raven sings;\n       There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks\n     As ragged as thy locks,\n       In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.\n\n         But come, thou Goddess fair and free,\n         In heaven yclept Euphrosyne,\n         And by men, heart-easing Mirth,\n         Whom lovely Venus at a birth\n         With two sister Graces more\n         To ivy-crownéd Bacchus bore:\n         Or whether (as some sager sing)\n         The frolic wind that breathes the spring\n         Zephyr, with Aurora playing,\n         As he met her once a-Maying—\n         There, on beds of violets blue\n         And fresh-blown roses wash'd in dew\n         Fill'd her with thee, a daughter fair,\n         So buxom, blithe, and debonair.\n           Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee\n         Jest, and youthful jollity,\n         Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles,\n         Nods, and becks, and wreathéd smiles\n         Such as hang on Hebe's cheek,\n         And love to live in dimple sleek;\n         Sport that wrinkled Care derides,\n         And Laughter holding both his sides:—\n         Come, and trip it as you go\n         On the light fantastic toe;\n         And in thy right hand lead with thee\n         The mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty;\n         And if I give thee honour due,\n         Mirth, admit me of thy crew,\n         To live with her, and live with thee,\n         In unreprovéd pleasures free;\n         To hear the lark begin his flight\n         And singing startle the dull night\n         From his watch-tower in the skies,\n         Till the dappled dawn doth rise:\n         Then to come, in spite of sorrow,\n         And at my window bid good-morrow,\n         Through the sweetbriar, or the vine,\n         Or the twisted eglantine:\n         While the cock with lively din,\n         Scatters the rear of darkness thin,\n         And to the stack, or the barn-door,\n         Stoutly struts his dames before:\n         Oft listening how the hounds and horn\n         Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn,\n         From the side of some hoar hill,\n         Through the high wood echoing shrill:\n         Sometime walking, not unseen,\n         By hedgerow elms, on hillocks green,\n         Right against the eastern gate\n         Where the great Sun begins his state\n         Robed in flames and amber light,\n         The clouds in thousand liveries dight;\n         While the ploughman, near at hand,\n         Whistles o'er the furrow'd land,\n         And the milkmaid singeth blithe,\n         And the mower whets his scythe,\n         And every shepherd tells his tale\n         Under the hawthorn in the dale.\n           Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures\n         Whilst the landscape round it measures;\n         Russet lawns, and fallows gray,\n         Where the nibbling flocks do stray;\n         Mountains, on whose barren breast\n         The labouring clouds do often rest;\n         Meadows trim with daisies pied;\n         Shallow brooks, and rivers wide;\n         Towers and battlements it sees\n         Bosom'd high in tufted trees,\n         Where perhaps some Beauty lies,\n         The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes.\n           Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes\n         From betwixt two aged oaks,\n         Where Corydon and Thyrsis, met\n         Are at their savoury dinner set\n         Of herbs, and other country messes,\n         Which the neat-handed Phyllis dresses;\n         And then in haste her bower she leaves\n         With Thestylis to bind the sheaves;\n         Or, if the earlier season lead,\n         To the tann'd haycock in the mead.\n           Sometimes with secure delight\n         The upland hamlets will invite,\n         When the merry bells ring round,\n         And the jocund rebecks sound\n         To many a youth and many a maid,\n         Dancing in the chequer'd shade;\n         And young and old come forth to play\n         On a sun-shine holy-day,\n         Till the live-long day-light fail:\n         Then to the spicy nut-brown ale,\n         With stories told of many a feat,\n         How faery Mab the junkets eat;\n         She was pinch'd and pull'd, she said;\n         And he, by friar's lantern led,\n         Tells how the drudging Goblin sweat\n         To earn his cream-bowl duly set,\n         When in one night, ere glimpse of morn,\n         His shadowy flail hath thresh'd the corn\n         That ten day-labourers could not end;\n         Then lies him down the lubber fiend,\n         And, stretch'd out all the chimney's length,\n         Basks at the fire his hairy strength;\n         And crop-full out of doors he flings,\n         Ere the first cock his matin rings.\n           Thus done the tales, to bed they creep,\n         By whispering winds soon lull'd asleep.\n           Tower'd cities please us then,\n         And the busy hum of men,\n         Where throngs of knights and barons bold,\n         In weeds of peace high triumphs hold,\n         With store of ladies, whose bright eyes\n         Rain influence, and judge the prize\n         Of wit or arms, while both contend\n         To win her grace whom all commend.\n         There let Hymen oft appear\n         In saffron robe, with taper clear,\n         And pomp, and feast, and revelry,\n         With mask, and antique pageantry;\n         Such sights as youthful poets dream\n         On summer eves by haunted stream.\n         Then to the well-trod stage anon,\n         If Jonson's learned sock be on,\n         Or sweetest Shakspeare, Fancy's child,\n         Warble his native wood-notes wild.\n           And ever against eating cares,\n         Lap me in soft Lydian airs\n         Married to immortal verse,\n         Such as the meeting soul may pierce\n         In notes, with many a winding bout\n         Of linkéd sweetness long drawn out,\n         With wanton heed and giddy cunning\n         The melting voice through mazes running,\n         Untwisting all the chains that tie\n         The hidden soul of harmony;\n         That Orpheus' self may heave his head\n         From golden slumber, on a bed\n         Of heap'd Elysian flowers, and hear\n         Such strains as would have won the ear\n         Of Pluto, to have quite set free\n         His half-regain'd Eurydice.\n           These delights if thou canst give,\n         Mirth, with thee I mean to live.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"112","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"e732b9fb504b1627aace677b54677395a3983eee0cf438170b69e4bba16900ce","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-113","title":"Il Penseroso","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Hence, vain deluding Joys,\n       The brood of Folly without father bred!\n     How little you bestead\n       Or fill the fixéd mind with all your toys!\n     Dwell in some idle brain,\n       And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess\n     As thick and numberless\n       As the gay motes that people the sunbeams,\n     Or likest hovering dreams\n       The fickle pensioners of Morpheus' train.\n\n           But hail, thou goddess sage and holy,\n         Hail, divinest Melancholy!\n         Whose saintly visage is too bright\n         To hit the sense of human sight,\n         And therefore to our weaker view\n         O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue;\n         Black, but such as in esteem\n         Prince Memnon's sister might beseem.\n         Or that starr'd Ethiop queen that strove\n         To set her beauty's praise above\n         The sea-nymphs, and their powers offended.\n         Yet thou art higher far descended:\n         Thee bright-hair'd Vesta, long of yore,\n         To solitary Saturn bore;\n         His daughter she; in Saturn's reign\n         Such mixture was not held a stain:\n         Oft in glimmering bowers and glades\n         He met her, and in secret shades\n         Of woody Ida's inmost grove,\n         Whilst yet there was no fear of Jove.\n           Come, pensive nun, devout and pure,\n         Sober, steadfast, and demure,\n         All in a robe of darkest grain\n         Flowing with majestic train,\n         And sable stole of cypres lawn\n         Over thy decent shoulders drawn:\n         Come, but keep thy wonted state,\n         With even step, and musing gait,\n         And looks commercing with the skies,\n         Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes:\n         There, held in holy passion still,\n         Forget thyself to marble, till\n         With a sad leaden downward cast\n         Thou fix them on the earth as fast:\n         And join with thee calm Peace, and Quiet,\n         Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet,\n         And hears the Muses in a ring\n         Aye round about Jove's altar sing:\n         And add to these retired Leisure\n         That in trim gardens takes his pleasure:—\n         But first, and chiefest, with thee bring\n         Him that yon soars on golden wing,\n         Guiding the fiery-wheeléd throne,\n         The cherub Contemplatión;\n         And the mute Silence hist along,\n         'Less Philomel will deign a song,\n         In her sweetest saddest plight,\n         Smoothing the rugged brow of Night,\n         While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke\n         Gently o'er the accustom'd oak.\n         —Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly,\n         Most musical, most melancholy!\n         Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among\n         I woo, to hear thy even-song;\n         And, missing thee, I walk unseen\n         On the dry smooth-shaven green,\n         To behold the wandering moon,\n         Riding near her highest noon,\n         Like one that had been led astray\n         Through the heaven's wide pathless way,\n         And oft, as if her head she bow'd,\n         Stooping through a fleecy cloud.\n           Oft, on a plat of rising ground\n         I hear the far-off curfeu sound,\n         Over some wide-water'd shore,\n         Swinging slow with sullen roar;\n         Or, if the air will not permit,\n         Some still removéd place will fit,\n         Where glowing embers through the room\n         Teach light to counterfeit a gloom;\n         Far from all resort of mirth,\n         Save the cricket on the hearth,\n         Or the bellman's drowsy charm\n         To bless the doors from nightly harm.\n           Or let my lamp at midnight hour\n         Be seen in some high lonely tower,\n         Where I may oft out-watch the Bear,\n         With thrice-great Hermes, or unsphere\n         The spirit of Plato, to unfold\n         What worlds or what vast regions hold\n         The immortal mind that hath forsook\n         Her mansion in this fleshy nook:\n         And of those demons that are found\n         In fire, air, flood, or under ground,\n         Whose power hath a true consent\n         With planet, or with element.\n         Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy\n         In sceptr'd pall come sweeping by\n         Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line,\n         Or the tale of Troy divine;\n         Or what (though rare) of later age\n         Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage.\n           But, O sad Virgin, that thy power\n         Might raise Musaeus from his bower,\n         Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing\n         Such notes as, warbled to the string,\n         Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek\n         And made Hell grant what Love did seek!\n         Or call up him that left half-told\n         The story of Cambuscan bold,\n         Of Camball, and of Algarsife,\n         And who had Canacé to wife\n         That own'd the virtuous ring and glass;\n         And of the wondrous horse of brass\n         On which the Tartar king did ride;\n         And if aught else great bards beside\n         In sage and solemn tunes have sung\n         Of tourneys, and of trophies hung,\n         Of forests, and enchantments drear,\n         Where more is meant than meets the ear.\n           Thus, Night, oft see me in thy pale career,\n         Till civil-suited Morn appear,\n         Not trick'd and frounced as she was wont\n         With the Attic Boy to hunt,\n         But kercheft in a comely cloud\n         While rocking winds are piping loud,\n         Or usher'd with a shower still,\n         When the gust hath blown his fill,\n         Ending on the rustling leaves\n         With minute drops from off the eaves.\n         And when the sun begins to fling\n         His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring\n         To archéd walks of twilight groves,\n         And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves,\n         Of pine, or monumental oak,\n         Where the rude axe, with heavéd stroke,\n         Was never heard the nymphs to daunt\n         Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.\n         There in close covert by some brook\n         Where no profaner eye may look,\n         Hide me from day's garish eye,\n         While the bee with honey'd thigh,\n         That at her flowery work doth sing,\n         And the waters murmuring,\n         With such consort as they keep\n         Entice the dewy-feather'd Sleep.\n         And let some strange mysterious dream\n         Wave at his wings in aery stream\n         Of lively portraiture display'd,\n         Softly on my eyelids laid:\n         And, as I wake, sweet music breathe\n         Above, about, or underneath,\n         Sent by some spirit to mortals good,\n         Or the unseen Genius of the wood.\n           But let my due feet never fail\n         To walk the studious cloister's pale,\n         And love the high-embowéd roof,\n         With antique pillars massy proof,\n         And storied windows richly dight\n         Casting a dim religious light:\n         There let the pealing organ blow\n         To the full-voiced quire below\n         In service high and anthems clear,\n         As may with sweetness, through mine ear,\n         Dissolve me into ecstasies,\n         And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.\n           And may at last my weary age\n         Find out the peaceful hermitage,\n         The hairy gown and mossy cell,\n         Where I may sit and rightly spell\n         Of every star that heaven doth show,\n         And every herb that sips the dew;\n         Till old experience do attain\n         To something like prophetic strain.\n\n           These pleasures, Melancholy, give,\n         And I with thee will choose to live.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"113","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"63c8c9d0cbcd1facdee60a0156d64af60aa24b360342ebddab879cf7f57b5cca","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-114","title":"Song Of The Emigrants In Bermuda","poet":"Andrew Marvell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Where the remote Bermudas ride\n     In the ocean's bosom unespied,\n     From a small boat that row'd along\n     The listening woods received this song.\n\n       \"What should we do but sing His praise\n     That led us through the watery maze\n     Where He the huge sea-monsters wracks,\n     That lift the deep upon their backs,\n     Unto an isle so long unknown,\n     And yet far kinder than our own?\n     He lands us on a grassy stage,\n     Safe from the storms, and prelate's rage:\n     He gave us this eternal spring\n     Which here enamels everything,\n     And sends the fowls to us in care\n     On daily visits through the air.\n     He hangs in shades the orange bright\n     Like golden lamps in a green night,\n     And does in the pomegranates close\n     Jewels more rich than Ormus shows:\n     He makes the figs our mouths to meet,\n     And throws the melons at our feet;\n     But apples plants of such a price,\n     No tree could ever bear them twice.\n     With cedars chosen by His hand\n     From Lebanon He stores the land;\n     And makes the hollow seas that roar\n     Proclaim the ambergris on shore.\n     He cast (of which we rather boast)\n     The Gospel's pearl upon our coast;\n     And in these rocks for us did frame\n     A temple where to sound His name.\n     O let our voice His praise exalt\n     Till it arrive at Heaven's vault,\n     Which then perhaps rebounding may\n     Echo beyond the Mexique bay!\"\n     —Thus sung they in the English boat\n     A holy and a cheerful note:\n     And all the way, to guide their chime,\n     With falling oars they kept the time.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"114","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"58f9c95254849ad713d81e2ad222a0b3004a516441c040955b8d932f028fc211","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-115","title":"At A Solemn Music","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy,\n     Sphere-born harmonious Sisters, Voice, and Verse,\n     Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employ\n     Dead things with inbreathed sense able to pierce,\n     And to our high-raised phantasy present\n     That undisturbéd Song of pure concent,\n     Ay sung before the sapphire-colour'd throne\n        To Him that sits thereon,\n     With saintly shout and solemn jubilee;\n     Where the bright Seraphim in burning row\n     Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow;\n     And the Cherubic host in thousand quires\n     Touch their immortal harps of golden wires,\n     With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms\n        Hymns devout and holy psalms\n        Singing everlastingly:\n     That we on earth, with undiscording voice\n     May rightly answer that melodious noise;\n     As once we did, till disproportion'd sin\n     Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din\n     Broke the fair music that all creatures made\n     To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'd\n     In perfect diapason, whilst they stood\n     In first obedience, and their state of good.\n     O may we soon again renew that Song,\n     And keep in tune with Heaven, till God ere long\n     To His celestial consort us unite,\n     To live with Him, and sing in endless morn of light!","themes":["love","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"115","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"b0a2fb472d288ce9cdb07f75d6397144e5f2f89a0f8c15fd69c32eaddd950d6b","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-116","title":"Alexander's Feast, Or, The Power Of Music","poet":"John Dryden","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won\n     By Philip's warlike son—\n     Aloft in awful state\n     The godlike hero sate\n     On his imperial throne;\n     His valiant peers were placed around;\n     Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound\n     (So should desert in arms be crown'd).\n     The lovely Thais by his side\n     Sate like a blooming eastern bride\n     In flower of youth and beauty's pride:—\n     Happy, happy, happy pair!\n     None but the brave\n     None but the brave\n     None but the brave deserves the fair.\n\n       Timotheus placed on high\n     Amid the tuneful quire\n     With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:\n     The trembling notes ascend the sky\n     And heavenly joys inspire.\n     The song began from Jove\n     Who left his blissful seats above—\n     Such is the power of mighty love!\n     A dragon's fiery form belied the god;\n     Sublime on radiant spires he rode\n     When he to fair Olympia prest,\n     And while he sought her snowy breast;\n     Then round her slender waist he curl'd,\n     And stamp'd an image of himself, a sovereign of the world.\n     —The listening crowd admire the lofty sound!\n     A present deity! they shout around:\n     A present deity! the vaulted roofs rebound!\n     With ravish'd ears\n     The monarch hears,\n     Assumes the god;\n     Affects to nod\n     And seems to shake the spheres.\n\n       The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung:\n     Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young:\n     The jolly god in triumph comes!\n     Sound the trumpets, beat the drums!\n     Flush'd with a purple grace\n     He shows his honest face:\n     Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes!\n     Bacchus, ever fair and young,\n     Drinking joys did first ordain;\n     Bacchus' blessings are a treasure,\n     Drinking is the soldier's pleasure:\n     Rich the treasure,\n     Sweet the pleasure,\n     Sweet is pleasure after pain.\n\n       Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain;\n     Fought all his battles o'er again,\n     And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he slew the slain!\n     The master saw the madness rise,\n     His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes;\n     And while he Heaven and Earth defied\n     Changed his hand and check'd his pride.\n     He chose a mournful Muse\n     Soft pity to infuse:\n     He sung Darius great and good,\n     By too severe a fate\n     Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,\n     Fallen from his high estate,\n     And weltering in his blood;\n     Deserted, at his utmost need,\n     By those his former bounty fed;\n     On the bare earth exposed he lies\n     With not a friend to close his eyes.\n     —With downcast looks the joyless victor sate,\n     Revolving in his alter'd soul\n     The various turns of Chance below;\n     And now and then a sigh he stole;\n     And tears began to flow.\n\n       The mighty master smiled to see\n     That love was in the next degree;\n     'Twas but a kindred-sound to move,\n     For pity melts the mind to love.\n     Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,\n     Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures.\n     War, he sung, is toil and trouble,\n     Honour but an empty bubble,\n     Never ending, still beginning;\n     Fighting still, and still destroying;\n     If the world be worth thy winning,\n     Think, O think, it worth enjoying:\n     Lovely Thais sits beside thee,\n     Take the good the gods provide thee!\n     —The many rend the skies with loud applause;\n     So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause.\n     The prince, unable to conceal his pain,\n     Gazed on the fair\n     Who caused his care,\n     And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd,\n     Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again:\n     At length, with love and wine at once opprest\n     The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.\n\n       Now strike the golden lyre again:\n     A louder yet, and yet a louder strain!\n     Break his bands of sleep asunder,\n     And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder.\n     Hark, hark! the horrid sound\n     Has raised up his head:\n     As awaked from the dead,\n     And amazed he stares around.\n     Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries,\n     See the Furies arise!\n     See the snakes that they rear\n     How they hiss in their hair,\n     And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!\n     Behold a ghastly band\n     Each a torch in his hand!\n     Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain\n     And unburied remain\n     Inglorious on the plain:\n     Give the vengeance due\n     To the valiant crew!\n     Behold how they toss their torches on high,\n     How they point to the Persian abodes\n     And glittering temples of their hostile gods.\n     —The princes applaud with a furious joy:\n     And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy;\n     Thais led the way,\n     To light him to his prey,\n     And like another Helen, fired another Troy!\n\n     —Thus, long ago,\n     Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow,\n     While organs yet were mute,\n     Timotheus, to his breathing flute\n     And sounding lyre\n     Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.\n     At last divine Cecilia came,\n     Inventress of the vocal frame;\n     The sweet enthusiast from her sacred store\n     Enlarged the former narrow bounds,\n     And added length to solemn sounds,\n     With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.\n     —Let old Timotheus yield the prize\n     Or both divide the crown;\n     He raised a mortal to the skies;\n     She drew an angel down!","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"116","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"732d1fbb989f49a9825e3de9e2a9d7b3c9d6a47eccdce3e57caa4e04bcc029f8","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-117","title":"Ode On The Pleasure Arising From Vicissitude","poet":"Thomas Gray","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Now the golden Morn aloft\n       Waves her dew-bespangled wing,\n     With vermeil cheek and whisper soft\n       She woos the tardy Spring:\n     Till April starts, and calls around\n     The sleeping fragrance from the ground,\n     And lightly o'er the living scene\n     Scatters his freshest, tenderest green.\n\n     New-born flocks, in rustic dance,\n       Frisking ply their feeble feet;\n     Forgetful of their wintry trance\n       The birds his presence greet:\n     But chief, the sky-lark warbles high\n     His trembling thrilling ecstasy;\n     And lessening from the dazzled sight,\n     Melts into air and liquid light.\n\n     Yesterday the sullen year\n       Saw the snowy whirlwind fly;\n     Mute was the music of the air,\n       The herd stood drooping by:\n     Their raptures now that wildly flow\n     No yesterday nor morrow know;\n     'Tis Man alone that joy descries\n     With forward and reverted eyes.\n\n     Smiles on past Misfortune's brow\n       Soft Reflection's hand can trace,\n     And o'er the cheek of Sorrow throw\n       A melancholy grace;\n     While Hope prolongs our happier hour,\n     Or deepest shades, that dimly lour\n     And blacken round our weary way,\n     Gilds with a gleam of distant day.\n\n     Still, where rosy Pleasure leads,\n       See a kindred Grief pursue;\n     Behind the steps that Misery treads\n       Approaching Comfort view:\n     The hues of bliss more brightly glow\n     Chastised by sabler tints of woe,\n     And blended form, with artful strife,\n     The strength and harmony of life.\n\n     See the wretch that long has tost\n       On the thorny bed of pain,\n     At length repair his vigour lost\n       And breathe and walk again:\n     The meanest floweret of the vale,\n     The simplest note that swells the gale,\n     The common sun, the air, the skies,\n     To him are opening Paradise.","themes":["nature","hope","grief","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"117","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"478a07abb02d59ccac57ef88fe9d2bde1dabb5f2d3454a984b68859aad8603ec","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-118","title":"Solitude","poet":"Alexander Pope","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Happy the man, whose wish and care\n     A few paternal acres bound,\n     Content to breathe his native air\n                    In his own ground.\n\n     Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,\n     Whose flocks supply him with attire;\n     Whose trees in summer yield him shade\n                    In winter, fire.\n\n     Blest, who can unconcern'dly find\n     Hours, days, and years, slide soft away\n     In health of body, peace of mind,\n                    Quiet by day,\n\n     Sound sleep by night; study and ease\n     Together mix'd; sweet recreation,\n     And innocence, which most does please\n                    With meditation.\n\n     Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;\n     Thus unlamented let me die;\n     Steal from the world, and not a stone\n                    Tell where I lie.","themes":["nature","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"118","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"eefd5346d8061b45e7a3e2ea6b9500f7e4f41a250e4aaa2f6ec2a98146a70259","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-119","title":"The Blind Boy","poet":"Colley Cibber","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O say what is that thing call'd Light,\n       Which I must ne'er enjoy;\n     What are the blessings of the sight,\n       O tell your poor blind boy!\n\n     You talk of wondrous things you see,\n       You say the sun shines bright;\n     I feel him warm, but how can he\n       Or make it day or night?\n\n     My day or night myself I make\n       Whene'er I sleep or play;\n     And could I ever keep awake\n       With me 'twere always day.\n\n     With heavy sighs I often hear\n       You mourn my hapless woe;\n     But sure with patience I can bear\n       A loss I ne'er can know.\n\n     Then let not what I cannot have\n       My cheer of mind destroy:\n     Whilst thus I sing, I am a king,\n       Although a poor blind boy.","themes":["grief","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"119","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"0c93630b4ed51dcf701df9df7eeb06b7c085ec5659f3e363408c94f32db9534b","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-120","title":"On A Favourite Cat, Drowned In A Tub Of Gold Fishes","poet":"Thomas Gray","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"'Twas on a lofty vase's side\n     Where China's gayest art had dyed\n     The azure flowers that blow,\n     Demurest of the tabby kind\n     The pensive Selima, reclined,\n     Gazed on the lake below.\n\n     Her conscious tail her joy declared:\n     The fair round face, the snowy beard,\n     The velvet of her paws,\n     Her coat that with the tortoise vies,\n     Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes—\n     She saw, and purr'd applause.\n\n     Still had she gazed, but 'midst the tide\n     Two angel forms were seen to glide,\n     The Genii of the stream:\n     Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue\n     Through richest purple, to the view\n     Betray'd a golden gleam.\n\n     The hapless Nymph with wonder saw;\n     A whisker first, and then a claw\n     With many an ardent wish\n     She stretch'd, in vain, to reach the prize—\n     What female heart can gold despise?\n     What cat's averse to fish?\n\n     Presumptuous maid! with looks intent\n     Again she stretch'd, again she bent,\n     Nor knew the gulf between—\n     Malignant Fate sat by and smiled—\n     The slippery verge her feet beguiled;\n     She tumbled headlong in!\n\n     Eight times emerging from the flood,\n     She mew'd to every watery God\n     Some speedy aid to send:—\n     No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd,\n     Nor cruel Tom nor Susan heard—\n     A favourite has no friend!\n\n     From hence, ye Beauties! undeceived\n     Know one false step is ne'er retrieved,\n     And be with caution bold:\n     Not all that tempts your wandering eyes\n     And heedless hearts, is lawful prize,\n     Nor all that glisters, gold!","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"120","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"6213d498c84bd2ce72be526da55c6be61ee118e33e9008743e72e2c44c6735a0","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-121","title":"To Charlotte Pulteney","poet":"Ambrose Philips","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Timely blossom, Infant fair,\n        Fondling of a happy pair,\n        Every morn and every night\n        Their solicitous delight,\n        Sleeping, waking, still at ease,\n        Pleasing, without skill to please\n        Little gossip, blithe and hale,\n        Tattling many a broken tale,\n        Singing many a tuneless song.\n        Lavish of a heedless tongue;\n        Simple maiden, void of art,\n        Babbling out the very heart,\n        Yet abandon'd to thy will,\n        Yet imagining no ill,\n        Yet too innocent to blush,\n        Like the linnet in the bush\n        To the mother-linnet's note\n        Moduling her slender throat;\n        Chirping forth thy petty joys,\n        Wanton in the change of toys,\n        Like the linnet green, in May\n        Flitting to each bloomy spray;\n        Wearied then and glad of rest,\n        Like the linnet in the nest:—\n        This thy present happy lot\n        This, in time will be forgot:\n        Other pleasures, other cares,\n        Ever-busy Time prepares;\n        And thou shalt in thy daughter see,\n        This picture, once, resembled thee.","themes":["love","time","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"121","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"b9948ff86245a15b9a47c2da3f4e17385a01902342811eb14efadd42866cece7","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-122","title":"Rule Britannia","poet":"James Thomson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"When Britain first at Heaven's command\n         Arose from out the azure main,\n       This was the charter of her land,\n         And guardian angels sung the strain:\n     Rule Brittania! Brittania rules the waves!\n           Britons never shall be slaves.\n\n       The nations not so blest as thee\n         Must in their turn to tyrants fall,\n       Whilst thou shalt flourish great and free\n         The dread and envy of them all.\n\n       Still more majestic shalt thou rise,\n         More dreadful from each foreign stroke;\n       As the loud blast that tears the skies\n         Serves but to root thy native oak.\n\n       Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame;\n         All their attempts to bend thee down\n       Will but arouse thy generous flame,\n         And work their woe and thy renown.\n\n       To thee belongs the rural reign;\n         Thy cities shall with commerce shine;\n       All thine shall be the subject main,\n         And every shore it circles thine!\n\n       The Muses, still with Freedom found,\n         Shall to thy happy coast repair;\n       Blest Isle, with matchless beauty crown'd,\n         And manly hearts to guard the fair:—\n     Rule Britannia! Brittania rules the waves!\n           Britons never shall be slaves!","themes":["grief","spirituality","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"122","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"0855a39a795d409560bd88645ebdd6241fc3a0831e41d0566d3b931fb1346adb","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-123","title":"The Bard","poet":"Thomas Gray","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Pindaric Ode.\n\n     \"Ruin seize thee, ruthless King!\n      Confusion on thy banners wait!\n     Tho' fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing\n      They mock the air with idle state.\n     Helm, nor hauberk's twisted mail\n     Nor e'en thy virtues, tyrant, shall avail\n     To save thy secret soul from nightly fears,\n     From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears!\"\n     —Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride\n      Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay,\n     As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side\n      He wound with toilsome march his long array:—\n     Stout Glo'ster stood aghast in speechless trance;\n     \"To arms!\" cried Mortimer, and couch'd quivering lance.\n\n      On a rock, whose haughty brow\n     Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood,\n      Robed in the sable garb of woe\n     With haggard eyes the Poet stood;\n     (Loose his beard and hoary hair\n     Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air)\n     And with a master's hand and prophet's fire\n     Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre:\n     \"Hark, how each giant oak and desert-cave\n      Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath!\n     O'er thee, O King! their hundred arms they wave,\n      Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe;\n     Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day,\n     To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.\n\n      \"Cold is Cadwallo's tongue\n      That hush'd the stormy main;\n     Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed:\n      Mountains, ye mourn in vain\n      Modred, whose magic song\n     Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-topt head.\n      On dreary Arvon's shore they lie\n     Smear'd with gore and ghastly pale:\n     Far, far aloof the affrighted ravens sail;\n      The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by.\n     Dear lost companions of my tuneful art,\n      Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes,\n     Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart,\n      Ye died amidst your dying country's cries—\n     No more I weep; They do not sleep;\n      On yonder cliffs, a griesly band,\n     I see them sit; They linger yet,\n      Avengers of their native land:\n     With me in dreadful harmony they join,\n     And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.\n\n     \"Weave the warp and weave the woof\n      The winding-sheet of Edward's race:\n     Give ample room and verge enough\n      The characters of hell to trace.\n     Mark the year and mark the night\n     When Severn shall re-echo with affright\n     The shrieks of death thro' Berkley's roof that ring,\n     Shrieks of an agonising king!\n      She-wolf of France, with unrelenting fangs\n     That tear'st the bowels of thy mangled mate,\n      From thee be born, who o'er thy country hangs\n     The scourge of Heaven! What terrors round him wait!\n     Amazement in his van, with Flight combined,\n     And Sorrow's faded form, and Solitude behind.\n\n     \"Mighty Victor, mighty lord,\n      Low on his funeral couch he lies!\n     No pitying heart, no eye, afford\n      A tear to grace his obsequies.\n     Is the sable warrior fled?\n     Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead.\n     The swarm that in thy noon-tide beam were born?\n     —Gone to salute the rising morn.\n     Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows,\n      While proudly riding o'er the azure realm\n     In gallant trim the gilded Vessel goes:\n      Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm:\n     Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway,\n     That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.\n\n      \"Fill high the sparkling bowl,\n     The rich repast prepare;\n      Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast.\n     Close by the regal chair\n      Fell Thirst and Famine scowl\n      A baleful smile upon their baffled guest.\n     Heard ye the din of battle bray,\n      Lance to lance, and horse to horse?\n      Long years of havock urge their destined course,\n     And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.\n      Ye Towers of Julius! London's lasting shame,\n     With many a foul and midnight murder fed,\n      Revere his Consort's faith, his Father's fame,\n     And spare the meek usurper's holy head!\n     Above, below, the rose of snow,\n      Twined with her blushing foe, we spread:\n     The bristled boar in infant gore\n      Wallows beneath the thorny shade.\n     Now, brothers, bending o'er the accurséd loom,\n     Stamp we our vengeance deep, and ratify his doom.\n\n     \"Edward, lo! to sudden fate\n      (Weave we the woof; the thread is spun;)\n     Half of thy heart we consecrate.\n      (The web is wove; the work is done;)\n     Stay, O stay! nor thus forlorn\n     Leave me unbless'd, unpitied, here to mourn:\n     In yon bright track that fires the western skies\n     They melt, they vanish from my eyes.\n     But O! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height\n      Descending slow, their glittering skirts unroll?\n     Visions of glory, spare my aching sight,\n      Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!\n     No more our long-lost Arthur we bewail:—\n     All hail, ye genuine Kings! Britannia's issue, hail!\n\n      \"Girt with many a baron bold,\n     Sublime their starry fronts they rear;\n      And gorgeous dames, and statesmen old\n     In bearded majesty, appear.\n     In the midst a form divine!\n     Her eye proclaims her of the Briton-Line:\n     Her lion-port, her awe-commanding face\n     Attemper'd sweet to virgin-grace.\n     What strings symphonious tremble in the air,\n      What strains of vocal transport round her play?\n     Hear from the grave, great Taliessin, hear;\n      They breathe a soul to animate thy clay.\n     Bright Rapture calls, and soaring as she sings,\n     Waves in the eye of Heaven her many-colour'd wings.\n\n     \"The verse adorn again,\n      Fierce War and faithful Love,\n     And Truth severe, by fairy Fiction drest.\n      In buskin'd measures move\n     Pale Grief, and pleasing Pain,\n     With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.\n     A voice as of the cherub-choir\n      Gales from blooming Eden bear,\n      And distant warblings lessen on my ear\n     That lost in long futurity expire.\n     Fond impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud\n      Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day?\n     To-morrow he repairs the golden flood\n      And warms the nations with redoubled ray.\n     Enough for me: with joy I see\n      The different doom our fates assign:\n     Be thine Despair and sceptred Care;\n      To triumph and to die are mine.\"\n     He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height\n     Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"123","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"cdd6dcfd9f8662241a9c72ad8da8249145e19655322d8302b35aabcd3abffc60","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-124","title":"Ode Written In Mdccxlvi","poet":"William Collins","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"How sleep the brave, who sink to rest\n     By all their Country's wishes blest!\n     When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,\n     Returns to deck their hallow'd mould,\n     She there shall dress a sweeter sod\n     Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.\n\n     By fairy hands their knell is rung,\n     By forms unseen their dirge is sung:\n     There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray,\n     To bless the turf that wraps their clay,\n     And Freedom shall awhile repair\n     To dwell a weeping hermit, there!","themes":["nature","hope","grief","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"124","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"40253e2a0950a59e26a3174412ed7157069a1d9159f79aadf19dcac4ec5f0a9b","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-125","title":"Lament For Culloden","poet":"Robert Burns","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"The lovely lass o' Inverness,\n     Nae joy nor pleasure can she see;\n     For e'en and morn she cries, Alas!\n     And aye the saut tear blink's her ee:\n     Drumossie moor—Drumossie day—\n     A waefu' day it was to me!\n     For there I lost my father dear,\n     My father dear, and brethren three.\n\n     Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay,\n     Their graves are growing green to see:\n     And by them lies the dearest lad\n     That ever blest a woman's ee!\n     Now wae to thee, thou cruel lord,\n     A bluidy man I trow thou be;\n     For mony a heart thou hast made sair\n     That ne'er did wrong to thine or thee.","themes":["love","spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"125","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"a2872a6d1c1cf1111fe88d52e5bd751c628880da62fcd3ba5a28e269134be005","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-126","title":"Lament For Flodden","poet":"Jane Elliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking,\n       Lasses a' lilting before dawn o' day;\n     But now they are moaning on ilka green loaning—\n       The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.\n\n     At bughts, in the morning, nae blythe lads are scorning,\n       Lasses are lonely and dowie and wae;\n     Nae daffin', nae gabbin', but sighing and sabbing,\n       Ilk ane lifts her leglin and hies her away.\n\n     In har'st, at the shearing, nae youths now are jeering,\n       Bandsters are lyart, and runkled and gray;\n     At fair or at preaching, nae wooing, nae fleeching—\n       The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.\n\n     At e'en, in the gloaming, nae younkers are roaming\n       'Bout stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play;\n     But ilk ane sits drearie, lamenting her dearie—\n       The Flowers of the Forest are weded away.\n\n     Dool and wae for the order, sent out lads to the border!\n       The English, for ance, by guile wan the day;\n     The Flowers of the Forest, that fought aye the foremost,\n       The prime of our land, are cauld in the clay.\n\n     We'll hear nae mair lilting at the ewe-milking;\n       Women and bairns are heartless and wae;\n     Sighing and moaning on ilka green loaning—\n       The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.","themes":["nature","hope","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"126","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"98bcbdb21c977f42567ecf8f3ec2ed044fe7c56adfb46b4ab86f2f1f2956d7c4","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-127","title":"The Braes Of Yarrow","poet":"John Logan","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream,\n     When first on them I met my lover;\n     Thy braes how dreary, Yarrow stream,\n     When now thy waves his body cover!\n     For ever now, O Yarrow stream!\n     Thou art to me a stream of sorrow;\n     For never on thy banks shall I\n     Behold my Love, the flower of Yarrow!\n\n     He promised me a milk-white steed\n     To bear me to his father's bowers;\n     He promised me a little page\n     To squire me to his father's towers;\n     He promised me a wedding-ring,—\n     The wedding-day was fix'd to-morrow;—\n     Now he is wedded to his grave,\n     Alas, his watery grave, in Yarrow!\n\n     Sweet were his words when last we met;\n     My passion I as freely told him;\n     Clasp'd in his arms, I little thought\n     That I should never more behold him!\n     Scarce was he gone, I saw his ghost;\n     It vanish'd with a shriek of sorrow;\n     Thrice did the water-wraith ascend,\n     And gave a doleful groan thro' Yarrow.\n\n     His mother from the window look'd\n     With all the longing of a mother;\n     His little sister weeping walk'd\n     The green-wood path to meet her brother;\n     They sought him east, they sought him west,\n     They sought him all the forest thorough;\n     They only saw the cloud of night,\n     They only heard the roar of Yarrow.\n\n     No longer from thy window look—\n     Thou hast no son, thou tender mother!\n     No longer walk, thou lovely maid;\n     Alas, thou hast no more a brother!\n     No longer seek him east or west\n     And search no more the forest thorough;\n     For, wandering in the night so dark,\n     He fell a lifeless corpse in Yarrow.\n\n     The tear shall never leave my cheek,\n     No other youth shall be my marrow—\n     I'll seek thy body in the stream,\n     And then with thee I'll sleep in Yarrow.\n     —The tear did never leave her cheek,\n     No other youth became her marrow;\n     She found his body in the stream,\n     And now with him she sleeps in Yarrow.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"127","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"81ac85978b7ffbaffaccbe51538bf5885d05cf34c709e6c13524493068b9abba","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-128","title":"Willie Drowned In Yarrow","poet":"Anonymous (Golden Treasury)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Down in yon garden sweet and gay\n       Where bonnie grows the lily,\n     I heard a fair maid sighing say\n       \"My wish be wi' sweet Willie!\n\n     \"Willie's rare, and Willie's fair,\n       And Willie's wondrous bonny;\n     And Willie hecht to marry me\n       Gin e'er he married ony.\n\n     \"O gentle wind, that bloweth south,\n       From where my Love repaireth,\n     Convey a kiss frae his dear mouth\n       And tell me how he fareth!\n\n     \"O tell sweet Willie to come doon\n       And hear the mavis singing,\n     And see the birds on ilka bush\n       And leaves around them hinging.\n\n     \"The lav'rock there, wi' her white breast\n       And gentle throat sae narrow;\n     There's sport eneuch for gentlemen\n       On Leader haughs and Yarrow.\n\n     \"O Leader haughs are wide and braid\n       And Yarrow haughs are bonny;\n     There Willie hecht to marry me\n       If e'er he married ony.\n\n     \"But Willie's gone, whom I thought on,\n       And does not hear me weeping;\n     Draws many a tear frae true love's e'e\n       When other maids are sleeping.\n\n     \"Yestreen I made my bed fu' braid,\n       The night I'll mak' it narrow,\n     For a' the live-lang winter night\n       I lie twined o' my marrow.\n\n     \"O came ye by yon water-side?\n       Pou'd you the rose or lily?\n     Or came you by yon meadow green,\n       Or saw you my sweet Willie?\"\n\n     She sought him up, she sought him down,\n       She sought him braid and narrow;\n     Syne, in the cleaving of a craig,\n       She found him drown'd in Yarrow!","themes":["love","nature","grief","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"128","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"b1130656a978b24de2ee2d3aadf2ba34f253f4e2775165481f043ec4915b30e5","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-129","title":"Loss Of The Royal George","poet":"William Cowper","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Toll for the Brave!\n     The brave that are no more!\n     All sunk beneath the wave\n     Fast by their native shore!\n\n     Eight hundred of the brave\n     Whose courage well was tried,\n     Had made the vessel heel\n     And laid her on her side.\n\n     A land-breeze shook the shrouds\n     And she was overset;\n     Down went the Royal George,\n     With all her crew complete.\n\n     Toll for the brave!\n     Brave Kempenfelt is gone:\n     His last sea-fight is fought,\n     His work of glory done.\n\n     It was not in the battle;\n     No tempest gave the shock;\n     She sprang no fatal leak,\n     She ran upon no rock.\n\n     His sword was in its sheath,\n     His fingers held the pen,\n     When Kempenfeld went down\n     With twice four hundred men.\n\n     Weigh the vessel up\n     Once dreaded by our foes!\n     And mingle with our cup\n     The tear that England owes.\n\n     Her timbers yet are sound,\n     And she may float again\n     Full charged with England's thunder,\n     And plough the distant main:\n\n     But Kempenfeld is gone,\n     His victories are o'er;\n     And he and his eight hundred\n     Shall plough the wave no more.","themes":["hope"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"129","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"0bb2f4afc9f3ffedfdda6fc7a5cefa08c74cc905347a0bfcc4699d738be4f4e4","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-130","title":"Black-Eyed Susan","poet":"John Gay","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd,\n       The streamers waving in the wind,\n     When black-eyed Susan came aboard;\n       \"O! where shall I my true-love find?\n     Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true\n     If my sweet William sails among the crew.\"\n\n     William, who high upon the yard\n       Rock'd with the billow to and fro,\n     Soon as her well-known voice he heard\n       He sigh'd, and cast his eyes below;\n     The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands,\n     And quick as lightning on the deck he stands.\n\n     So the sweet lark, high poised in air,\n       Shuts close his pinions to his breast\n     If chance his mate's shrill call he hear,\n       And drops at once into her nest:—\n     The noblest captain in the British fleet\n     Might envy William's lip those kisses sweet\n\n     \"O Susan, Susan, lovely dear,\n       My vows shall ever true remain\n     Let me kiss off that falling tear;\n       We only part to meet again.\n     Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be\n     The faithful compass that still points to thee.\n\n     \"Believe not what the landmen say\n       Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind:\n     They'll tell thee, sailors, when away,\n       In every port a mistress find:\n     Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so,\n     For Thou art present wheresoe'er I go.\n\n     \"If to fair India's coast we sail,\n       Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright,\n     Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale,\n       Thy skin is ivory so white.\n     Thus every beauteous object that I view\n     Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue.\n\n     \"Though battle call me from thy arms\n       Let not my pretty Susan mourn;\n     Though cannons roar, yet safe from harms\n       William shall to his Dear return.\n     Love turns aside the balls that round me fly,\n     Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.\"\n\n     The boatswain gave the dreadful word,\n       The sails their swelling bosom spread;\n     No longer must she stay aboard;\n       They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head.\n     Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land;\n     \"Adieu!\" she cries; and waved her lily hand.","themes":["love","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"130","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"d08b8a1f8849bdd9cf7d410429b5ffec279d60d5d643a1fb33941d77785c42ae","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-131","title":"Sally In Our Alley","poet":"Henry Carey","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Of all the girls that are so smart\n      There's none like pretty Sally;\n     She is the darling of my heart,\n      And she lives in our alley.\n     There is no lady in the land\n      Is half so sweet as Sally;\n     She is the darling of my heart,\n      And she lives in our alley.\n\n     Her father he makes cabbage-nets,\n      And through the streets does cry 'em;\n     Her mother she sells laces long\n      To such as please to buy 'em;\n     But sure such folks could ne'er beget\n      So sweet a girl as Sally!\n     She is the darling of my heart,\n      And she lives in our alley.\n\n     When she is by, I leave my work,\n      I love her so sincerely;\n     My master comes like any Turk,\n      And bangs me most severely—\n     But let him bang his bellyful,\n      I'll bear it all for Sally;\n     She is the darling of my heart,\n      And she lives in our alley.\n\n     Of all the days that's in the week\n      I dearly love but one day—\n     And that's the day that comes betwixt\n      A Saturday and Monday;\n     For then I'm drest all in my best\n      To walk abroad with Sally:\n     She is the darling of my heart,\n      And she lives in our alley.\n\n     My master carries me to church,\n      And often am I blamed\n     Because I leave him in the lurch\n      As soon as text is named;\n     I leave the church in sermon-time\n      And slink away to Sally;\n     She is the darling of my heart,\n      And she lives in our alley.\n\n     When Christmas comes about again,\n      O then I shall have money;\n     I'll hoard it up, and box it all,\n      I'll give it to my honey:\n     I would it were ten thousand pound,\n      I'd give it all to Sally;\n     She is the darling of my heart,\n      And she lives in our alley.\n\n     My master and the neighbours all\n      Make game of me and Sally,\n     And, but for her, I'd better be\n      A slave and row a galley;\n     But when my seven long years are out\n      O then I'll marry Sally,—\n     O then we'll wed, and then we'll bed,\n      But not in our alley!","themes":["love","time","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"131","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"2c01c71ba9f6ddce4fd0135e98e9dbf8c6f39f75ccaaf0ef772def17b23b1f8c","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-132","title":"A Farewell","poet":"Robert Burns","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Go fetch to me a pint o' wine,\n      And fill it in a silver tassie;\n     That I may drink before I go\n      A service to my bonnie lassie:\n     The boat rocks at the pier of Leith,\n      Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry,\n     The ship rides by the Berwick-law,\n      And I maun leave my bonnie Mary.\n\n     The trumpets sound, the banners fly,\n      The glittering spears are rankéd ready;\n     The shouts o' war are heard afar,\n      The battle closes thick and bloody;\n     But it's not the roar o' sea or shore\n      Wad make me langer wish to tarry;\n     Nor shouts o' war that's heard afar—\n      It's leaving thee, my bonnie Mary.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"132","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"0cc79fbee7a31f7d8ff3bb178757cac3725a9581d6736c1f01724b79fd509225","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-133","title":"If doughty deeds my lady please","poet":"Robert Graham of Gartmore","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"If doughty deeds my lady please\n       Right soon I'll mount my steed;\n     And strong his arm, and fast his seat\n       That bears frae me the meed.\n     I'll wear thy colours in my cap\n       Thy picture in my heart;\n     And he that bends not to thine eye\n       Shall rue it to his smart!\n        Then tell me how to woo thee, Love;\n          O tell me how to woo thee!\n        For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take\n          Tho' ne'er another trow me.\n\n     If gay attire delight thine eye\n       I'll dight me in array;\n     I'll tend thy chamber door all night,\n       And squire thee all the day.\n     If sweetest sounds can win thine ear,\n       These sounds I'll strive to catch;\n     Thy voice I'll steal to woo thysell,\n       That voice that nane can match.\n\n     But if fond love thy heart can gain,\n       I never broke a vow;\n     Nae maiden lays her skaith to me,\n       I never loved but you.\n     For you alone I ride the ring,\n       For you I wear the blue;\n     For you alone I strive to sing,\n       O tell me how to woo!\n        Then tell me how to woo thee, Love;\n          O tell me how to woo thee!\n        For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take,\n          Tho' ne'er another trow me.","themes":["love","loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"133","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"9df8ac73716026991eb550069cb3bf46d56bd0f5229cac9c00cb985c4e04b2d4","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-134","title":"To A Young Lady","poet":"William Cowper","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade,\n     Apt emblem of a virtuous maid—\n     Silent and chaste she steals along,\n     Far from the world's gay busy throng:\n     With gentle yet prevailing force,\n     Intent upon her destined course;\n     Graceful and useful all she does,\n     Blessing and blest where'er she goes;\n     Pure-bosom'd as that watery glass,\n     And Heaven reflected in her face.","themes":["spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"134","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"8d96a577ce9353f425e88de07de69726361eedd9a97d2d57626a2460151ad49b","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-135","title":"The Sleeping Beauty","poet":"Samuel Rogers","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile—\n     Tho' shut so close thy laughing eyes,\n     Thy rosy lips still wear a smile\n     And move, and breathe delicious sighs!\n\n     Ah, now soft blushes tinge her cheeks\n     And mantle o'er her neck of snow:\n     Ah, now she murmurs, now she speaks\n     What most I wish—and fear to know!\n\n     She starts, she trembles, and she weeps!\n     Her fair hands folded on her breast:\n     —And now, how like a saint she sleeps!\n     A seraph in the realms of rest!\n\n     Sleep on secure! Above controul\n     Thy thoughts belong to Heaven and thee:\n     And may the secret of thy soul\n     Remain within its sanctuary!","themes":["spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"135","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"1f5cbf91de59523b613d43cbddccb533b2ce1a0d4e3eac257205c50b4f02013c","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-136","title":"For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove","poet":"James Thomson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove\n     An unrelenting foe to Love,\n     And when we meet a mutual heart\n     Come in between, and bid us part?\n\n     Bid us sigh on from day to day,\n     And wish and wish the soul away;\n     Till youth and genial years are flown,\n     And all the life of life is gone?\n\n     But busy, busy, still art thou,\n     To bind the loveless joyless vow,\n     The heart from pleasure to delude,\n     To join the gentle to the rude.\n\n     For once, O Fortune, hear my prayer,\n     And I absolve thy future care;\n     All other blessings I resign,\n     Make but the dear Amanda mine.","themes":["love","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"136","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"5b68c15ef9398c1b07f72cb67b91d7a6f3b018f2891533788376067c73d281cf","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-137","title":"The merchant, to secure his treasure","poet":"Matthew Prior","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"The merchant, to secure his treasure,\n     Conveys it in a borrow'd name:\n     Euphelia serves to grace my measure,\n     But Cloe is my real flame.\n\n     My softest verse, my darling lyre\n     Upon Euphelia's toilet lay—\n     When Cloe noted her desire\n     That I should sing, that I should play.\n\n     My lyre I tune, my voice I raise,\n     But with my numbers mix my sighs:\n     And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise,\n     I fix my soul on Cloe's eyes.\n\n     Fair Cloe blush'd: Euphelia frown'd:\n     I sung, and gazed; I play'd, and trembled:\n     And Venus to the Loves around\n     Remark'd how ill we all dissembled.","themes":["spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"137","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"0f083cdd7190477285e663e08a02b26838282dc6c99bc35ef00efffb39f90ffb","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-138","title":"When lovely woman stoops to folly","poet":"Oliver Goldsmith","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"When lovely woman stoops to folly\n     And finds too late that men betray,—\n     What charm can soothe her melancholy,\n     What art can wash her guilt away?\n\n     The only art her guilt to cover,\n     To hide her shame from every eye,\n     To give repentance to her lover\n     And wring his bosom, is—to die.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"138","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"31c186bf6bffd4c1aeff5becc94103bd0075a3cfe9bd4d0d0987aa3a4dbb215e","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-139","title":"Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon","poet":"Robert Burns","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon\n       How can ye blume sae fair!\n     How can ye chant, ye little birds,\n       And I sae fu' o' care!\n\n     Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird\n       That sings upon the bough;\n     Thou minds me o' the happy days\n       When my fause Luve was true.\n\n     Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird\n       That sings beside thy mate;\n     For sae I sat, and sae I sang,\n       And wist na o' my fate.\n\n     Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon\n       To see the woodbine twine,\n     And ilka bird sang o' its love;\n       And sae did I o' mine.\n\n     Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,\n       Frae aff its thorny tree;\n     And my fause luver staw the rose,\n       But left the thorn wi' me.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"139","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"34ab154a31f544af90e5330414ebccc299b440e265f6b30fd00d6224372eac9f","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-140","title":"The Progress Of Poesy","poet":"Thomas Gray","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"A Pindaric Ode.\n\n       Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake,\n     And give to rapture all thy trembling strings.\n     From Helicon's harmonious springs\n       A thousand rills their mazy progress take:\n     The laughing flowers that round them blow\n     Drink life and fragrance as they flow.\n     Now the rich stream of Music winds along\n     Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong,\n     Through verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign;\n     Now rolling down the steep amain\n     Headlong, impetuous, see it pour:\n     The rocks and nodding groves re-bellow to the roar.\n\n       O Sovereign of the willing soul,\n     Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs,\n     Enchanting shell! the sullen Cares\n       And frantic Passions hear thy soft control.\n     On Thracia's hills the Lord of War\n     Has curb'd the fury of his car\n     And dropt his thirsty lance at thy command.\n     Perching on the sceptred hand\n     Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king\n     With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing:\n     Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie\n     The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.\n\n     Thee the voice, the dance, obey,\n     Temper'd to thy warbled lay.\n     O'er Idalia's velvet-green\n     The rosy-crownéd Loves are seen\n     On Cytherea's day,\n     With antic Sport, and blue-eyed Pleasures,\n     Frisking light in frolic measures;\n     Now pursuing, now retreating,\n       Now in circling troops they meet:\n     To brisk notes in cadence beating\n       Glance their many-twinkling feet.\n     Slow-melting strains their Queen's approach declare:\n       Where'er she turns the Graces homage pay:\n     With arms sublime that float upon the air\n       In gliding state she wins her easy way:\n     O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move\n     The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.\n\n       Man's feeble race what ills await!\n     Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain,\n     Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train,\n       And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!\n     The fond complaint, my song, disprove,\n     And justify the laws of Jove.\n     Say, has he given in vain the heavenly Muse?\n     Night, and all her sickly dews,\n     Her spectres wan, and birds of boding cry\n     He gives to range the dreary sky:\n     Till down the eastern cliffs afar\n     Hyperion's march they spy, and glittering shafts of war.\n\n       In climes beyond the solar road\n     Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam,\n     The Muse has broke the twilight gloom\n       To cheer the shivering native's dull abode.\n     And oft, beneath the odorous shade\n     Of Chili's boundless forests laid,\n     She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat\n     In loose numbers wildly sweet\n     Their feather-cinctured chiefs, and dusky loves.\n     Her track, where'er the Goddess roves,\n     Glory pursue, and generous Shame,\n     Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.\n\n     Woods, that wave o'er Delphi's steep,\n     Isles, that crown th' Aegean deep,\n     Fields that cool Ilissus laves\n     Or where Maeander's amber waves\n     In lingering lab'rinths creep,\n     How do your tuneful echoes languish,\n     Mute, but to the voice of anguish!\n     Where each old poetic mountain\n       Inspiration breathed around;\n     Every shade and hallow'd fountain\n       Murmur'd deep a solemn sound:\n     Till the sad Nine, in Greece's evil hour\n       Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains.\n     Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Power,\n       And coward Vice, that revels in her chains.\n     When Latium had her lofty spirit lost,\n     They sought, O Albion! next, thy sea-encircled coast.\n\n       Far from the sun and summer-gale\n     In thy green lap was Nature's Darling laid,\n     What time, where lucid Avon stray'd,\n       To him the mighty Mother did unveil\n     Her awful face: the dauntless Child\n     Stretch'd forth his little arms, and smiled.\n     This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear\n     Richly paint the vernal year:\n     Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy!\n     This can unlock the gates of Joy;\n     Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears,\n     Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.\n\n       Nor second He, that rode sublime\n     Upon the seraph-wings of Ecstasy\n     The secrets of the Abyss to spy:\n       He pass'd the flaming bounds of Place and Time:\n     The living Throne, the sapphire-blaze\n     Where Angels tremble while they gaze,\n     He saw; but blasted with excess of light,\n     Closed his eyes in endless night.\n     Behold where Dryden's less presumptuous car\n     Wide o'er the fields of Glory bear\n     Two coursers of ethereal race\n     With necks in thunder clothed, and long-resounding pace.\n\n     Hark! his hands the lyre explore!\n     Bright-eyed Fancy, hovering o'er,\n     Scatters from her pictured urn\n     Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.\n     But ah! 'tis heard no more—\n     O! Lyre divine, what daring Spirit\n     Wakes thee now! Tho' he inherit\n     Nor the pride, nor ample pinion\n       That the Theban Eagle bear,\n     Sailing with supreme dominion\n       Thro' the azure deep of air:\n     Yet oft before his infant eyes would run\n       Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray\n     With orient hues, unborrow'd of the sun:\n       Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way\n     Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate:\n     Beneath the Good how far—but far above the Great.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"140","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"e35d0ff16bfdf9454e255b29a237573b971dc73c3fa153a80870d8bdb70c6ff9","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-141","title":"The Passions","poet":"William Collins","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"An Ode for Music.\n\n     When Music, heavenly maid, was young,\n     While yet in early Greece she sung,\n     The Passions oft, to hear her shell,\n     Throng'd around her magic cell\n     Exulting, trembling, raging, fainting,\n     Possest beyond the Muse's painting;\n     By turns they felt the glowing mind\n     Disturb'd, delighted, raised, refined:\n     'Till once, 'tis said, when all were fired,\n     Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired,\n     From the supporting myrtles round\n     They snatch'd her instruments of sound,\n     And, as they oft had heard apart\n     Sweet lessons of her forceful art,\n     Each, for Madness ruled the hour,\n     Would prove his own expressive power.\n\n     First Fear his hand, its skill to try,\n       Amid the chords bewilder'd laid,\n     And back recoil'd, he knew not why,\n       E'en at the sound himself had made.\n\n     Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire,\n       In lightnings own'd his secret stings;\n     In one rude clash he struck the lyre\n       And swept with hurried hand the strings.\n\n     With woeful measures wan Despair—\n       Low sullen sounds his grief beguiled,\n     A solemn strange and mingled air,\n       'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild.\n\n     But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair,\n       What was thy delighted measure?\n     Still it whisper'd promised pleasure\n       And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail!\n     Still would her touch the strain prolong;\n       And from the rocks, the woods, the vale\n     She call'd on Echo still through all the song;\n       And, where her sweetest theme she chose,\n       A soft responsive voice was heard at every close:\n     And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair;—\n     And longer had she sung:—but with a frown Revenge impatient rose:\n     He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down;\n          And with a withering look\n       The war-denouncing trumpet took\n     And blew a blast so loud and dread,\n     Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe!\n          And ever and anon he beat\n          The doubling drum with furious heat;\n     And, though sometimes, each each dreary pause between,\n          Dejected Pity at his side\n          Her soul-subduing voice applied,\n       Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien,\n     While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head.\n\n     Thy numbers, Jealousy, to nought were fix'd:\n       Sad proof of thy distressful state!\n     Of differing themes the veering song was mix'd;\n       And now it courted Love, now raving call'd on Hate.\n\n     With eyes up-raised, as one inspired,\n     Pale Melancholy sat retired;\n     And from her wild sequester'd seat,\n     In notes by distance made more sweet,\n     Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul:\n       And dashing soft from rocks around\n       Bubbling runnels join'd the sound;\n     Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole,\n       Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay,\n          Round an holy calm diffusing,\n          Love of peace, and lonely musing,\n       In hollow murmurs died away.\n\n     But O! how alter'd was its sprightlier tone\n     When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue,\n       Her bow across her shoulder flung,\n       Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew,\n     Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung,\n       The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known!\n     The oak-crown'd Sisters and their chaste-eyed Queen,\n       Satyrs and Sylvan Boys, were seen\n       Peeping from forth their alleys green:\n     Brown Exercise rejoiced to hear;\n       And Sport leap'd up, and seized his beechen spear.\n\n     Last came Joy's ecstatic trial:\n     He, with viny crown advancing,\n       First to the lively pipe his hand addrest:\n     But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol\n       Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best:\n     They would have thought who heard the strain\n          They saw, in Tempe's vale, her native maids\n          Amidst the festal-sounding shades\n     To some unwearied minstrel dancing;\n     While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the stings,\n       Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round:\n       Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound;\n       And he, amidst his frolic play,\n       As if he would the charming air repay,\n     Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.\n\n     O Music! Sphere-descended maid,\n     Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid!\n     Why, goddess, why, to us denied,\n     Lay'st thou thy ancient lyre aside?\n     As in that loved Athenian bower\n     You learn'd an all-commanding power,\n     Thy mimic soul, O nymph endear'd!\n     Can well recall what then it heard.\n     Where is thy native simple heart\n     Devote to Virtue, Fancy, Art?\n     Arise, as in that elder time,\n     Warm, energetic, chaste, sublime!\n     Thy wonders, in that god-like age,\n     Fill thy recording Sister's page;—\n     'Tis said and I believe the tale,\n     Thy humblest reed could more prevail\n     Had more of strength, diviner rage,\n     Than all which charms this laggard age,\n     E'en all at once together found\n     Cecilia's mingled world of sound:—\n     O bid our vain endeavours cease:\n     Revive the just designs of Greece:\n     Return in all thy simple state!\n     Confirm the tales her sons relate!","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"141","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"7c76f81bb207da2b933828f75755ab4412c34c68ab0d01890090b14370848f56","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-142","title":"Ode On The Spring","poet":"Thomas Gray","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours,\n       Fair Venus' train, appear,\n     Disclose the long-expecting flowers\n       And wake the purple year!\n     The Attic warbler pours her throat\n     Responsive to the cuckoo's note,\n     The untaught harmony of Spring:\n     While, whispering pleasure as they fly,\n     Cool Zephyrs through the clear blue sky\n       Their gather'd fragrance fling.\n\n     Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch\n       A broader, browner shade,\n     Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech\n       O'er-canopies the glade,\n     Beside some water's rushy brink\n     With me the Muse shall sit, and think\n     (At ease reclined in rustic state)\n     How vain the ardour of the Crowd,\n     How low, how little, are the Proud,\n       How indigent the Great!\n\n     Still is the toiling hand of Care;\n       The panting herds repose:\n     Yet hark, how thro' the peopled air\n       The busy murmur glows!\n     The insect youth are on the wing,\n     Eager to taste the honied spring\n     And float amid the liquid noon:\n     Some lightly o'er the current skim,\n     Some show their gaily-gilded trim\n       Quick-glancing to the sun.\n\n     To Contemplation's sober eye\n       Such is the race of Man:\n     And they that creep, and they that fly,\n       Shall end where they began.\n     Alike the busy and the gay\n     But flutter thro' life's little day,\n     In Fortune's varying colours drest:\n     Brush'd by the hand of rough Mischance,\n     Or chill'd by Age, their airy dance\n       They leave, in dust to rest.\n\n     Methinks I hear in accents low,\n       The sportive kind reply:\n     Poor moralist! and what art thou?\n       A solitary fly!\n     Thy joys no glittering female meets,\n     No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets,\n     No painted plumage to display:\n     On hasty wings thy youth is flown;\n     Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone—\n       We frolic while 'tis May.","themes":["nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"142","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"fab9524150f75c0976b1490f614e402b8422e1a50f53aba9836a94777305a77c","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-143","title":"The Poplar Field","poet":"William Cowper","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"The poplars are fell'd, farewell to the shade\n     And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade;\n     The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves,\n     Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives.\n\n     Twelve years have elapsed since I last took a view\n     Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew:\n     And now in the grass behold they are laid,\n     And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade.\n\n     The blackbird has fled to another retreat\n     Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat;\n     And the scene where his melody charm'd me before\n     Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.\n\n     My fugitive years are all hasting away,\n     And I must ere long lie lowly as they,\n     With a turf on my breast and a stone at my head,\n     Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead.\n\n     'Tis a sight to engage me, if anything can,\n     To muse on the perishing pleasures of man;\n     Short-lived as we are, our enjoyments, I see,\n     Have a still shorter date, and die sooner than we.","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"143","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"32fae91c12425610c258b5e5df01beb1df25ff987522ac29aa417db5372c8e9d","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-144","title":"To A Field-Mouse","poet":"Robert Burns","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie,\n     O what a panic's in thy breastie!\n     Thou need na start awa sae hasty,\n     Wi' bickering brattle!\n     I wad be laith to rin and chase thee\n     Wi' murd'ring pattle!\n\n     I'm truly sorry man's dominion,\n     Has broken nature's social union,\n     An' justifies that ill opinion\n     Which makes thee startle\n     At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,\n     An' fellow-mortal!\n\n     I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;\n     What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!\n     A daimen icker in a thrave\n     'S a sma' request:\n     I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,\n     An' never miss't!\n\n     Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!\n     It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!\n     An' naething, now, to big a new ane,\n     O' foggage green!\n     And bleak December's winds ensuin'\n     Baith snell and keen!\n\n     Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,\n     And weary winter comin' fast,\n     And cozie here, beneath the blast,\n     Thou thought to dwell,\n     Till crash! the cruel coulter past\n     Out thro' thy cell.\n\n     That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,\n     Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!\n     Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,\n     But house or hald,\n     To thole the winter's sleety dribble,\n     An' cranreuch cauld!\n\n     But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,\n     In proving foresight may be vain:\n     The best laid schemes o' mice and men\n     Gang aft a-gley,\n     And lea'e us nought but grief and pain,\n     For promised joy.\n\n     Still thou art blest, compared wi' me!\n     The present only toucheth thee:\n     But, och! I backward cast my e'e.\n     On prospects drear!\n     An' forward, tho' I canna see,\n     I guess and fear.","themes":["nature","grief","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"144","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"a9d91a5d4368858d57d0241259faab64d2b163fab6b6bf21e3e373115dab581e","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-145","title":"A Wish","poet":"Samuel Rogers","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Mine be a cot beside the hill;\n     A bee-hive's hum shall sooth my ear;\n     A willowy brook that turns a mill,\n     With many a fall shall linger near.\n\n     The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch\n     Shall twitter from her clay-built nest;\n     Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch,\n     And share my meal, a welcome guest.\n\n     Around my ivied porch shall spring\n     Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew;\n     And Lucy, at her wheel, shall sing\n     In russet-gown and apron blue.\n\n     The village-church among the trees,\n     Where first our marriage-vows were given,\n     With merry peals shall swell the breeze\n     And point with taper spire to Heaven.","themes":["nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"145","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"728aa52b378dd586c687d0091e3aa8cab4d40c59b996f481f2db840df3e769e5","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-146","title":"To Evening","poet":"William Collins","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song\n     May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear\n        Like thy own solemn springs,\n        Thy springs, and dying gales;\n\n     O Nymph reserved,—while now the bright-hair'd sun\n     Sits in yon western tent, whose cloudy skirts\n        With brede ethereal wove,\n        O'erhang his wavy bed,\n\n     Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat\n     With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing,\n        Or where the beetle winds\n        His small but sullen horn,\n\n     As oft he rises midst the twilight path\n     Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum,—\n        Now teach me, maid composed,\n        To breathe some soften'd strain\n\n     Whose numbers, stealing through thy dark'ning vale,\n     May not unseemly with its stillness suit;\n        As musing slow I hail\n        Thy genial loved return.\n\n     For when thy folding-star arising shows\n     His paly circlet, at his warning lamp\n        The fragrant Hours, and Elves\n        Who slept in buds the day,\n\n     And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge\n     And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still\n        The pensive Pleasures sweet,\n        Prepare thy shadowy car.\n\n     Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene;\n     Or find some ruin midst its dreary dells,\n        Whose walls more awful nod\n        By thy religious gleams.\n\n     Or if chill blustering winds or driving rain\n     Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut\n        That, from the mountain's side\n        Views wilds and swelling floods,\n\n     And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires;\n     And hears their simple bell; and marks o'er all\n        Thy dewy fingers draw\n        The gradual dusky veil.\n\n     While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont,\n     And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve!\n        While Summer loves to sport\n        Beneath thy lingering light;\n\n     While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves;\n     Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air,\n        Affrights thy shrinking train,\n        And rudely rends thy robes;\n\n     So long, regardful of thy quiet rule,\n     Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace,\n        Thy gentlest influence own,\n        And love thy favourite name!","themes":["love","nature","hope","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"146","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"33b1ad9ba09577d37785d433fa3fbf5a70c3785ad5b786639787faa3d3694793","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-147","title":"Elegy Written In A Country Church-Yard","poet":"Thomas Gray","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,\n     The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,\n     The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,\n     And leaves the world to darkness and to me.\n\n     Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,\n     And all the air a solemn stillness holds,\n     Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,\n     And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds:\n\n     Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower\n     The moping owl does to the moon complain\n     Of such as, wandering near her secret bower,\n     Molest her ancient solitary reign.\n\n     Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,\n     Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,\n     Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,\n     The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.\n\n     The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,\n     The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,\n     The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,\n     No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.\n\n     For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn\n     Or busy housewife ply her evening care:\n     No children run to lisp their sire's return,\n     Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.\n\n     Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,\n     Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke;\n     How jocund did they drive their team afield!\n     How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!\n\n     Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,\n     Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;\n     Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile\n     The short and simple annals of the Poor.\n\n     The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,\n     And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,\n     Await alike th' inevitable hour:—\n     The paths of glory lead but to the grave.\n\n     Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault\n     If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise,\n     Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault,\n     The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.\n\n     Can storied urn or animated bust\n     Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?\n     Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust,\n     Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?\n\n     Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid\n     Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;\n     Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd,\n     Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre:\n\n     But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page\n     Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll;\n     Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage,\n     And froze the genial current of the soul.\n\n     Full many a gem of purest ray serene\n     The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:\n     Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,\n     And waste its sweetness on the desert air.\n\n     Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast\n     The little tyrant of his fields withstood,\n     Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,\n     Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood.\n\n     Th' applause of listening senates to command,\n     The threats of pain and ruin to despise,\n     To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,\n     And read their history in a nation's eyes\n\n     Their lot forbad; nor circumscribed alone\n     Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined;\n     Forbad to wade through slaughter to a throne,\n     And shut the gates of mercy on mankind;\n\n     The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide,\n     To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,\n     Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride\n     With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.\n\n     Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife\n     Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray;\n     Along the cool sequester'd vale of life\n     They kept the noiseless tenour of their way.\n\n     Yet e'en these bones from insult to protect\n     Some frail memorial still erected nigh,\n     With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture deck'd,\n     Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.\n\n     Their name, their years, spelt by the unletter'd Muse,\n     The place of fame and elegy supply:\n     And many a holy text around she strews,\n     That teach the rustic moralist to die.\n\n     For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,\n     This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd,\n     Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,\n     Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?\n\n     On some fond breast the parting soul relies,\n     Some pious drops the closing eye requires;\n     E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries,\n     E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.\n\n     For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead,\n     Dost in those lines their artless tale relate;\n     If chance, by lonely Contemplation led,\n     Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate,—\n\n     Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,\n     Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn,\n     Brushing with hasty steps the dews away,\n     To meet the sun upon the upland lawn;\n\n     There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech\n     That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high,\n     His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch,\n     And pore upon the brook that babbles by.\n\n     Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,\n     Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove;\n     Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn,\n     Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.\n\n     One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill,\n     Along the heath, and near his favourite tree;\n     Another came; nor yet beside the rill,\n     Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he;\n\n     The next with dirges due in sad array,\n     Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne,—\n     Approach, and read (for thou canst read) the lay\n     Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.\n\n                   THE EPITAPH.\n\n     Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth\n     A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown;\n     Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,\n     And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.\n\n     Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere;\n     Heaven did a recompense as largely send:\n     He gave to Misery all he had, a tear,\n     He gain'd from Heaven, 'twas all he wish'd, a friend.\n\n     No farther seek his merits to disclose,\n     Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,\n     (There they alike in trembling hope repose),\n     The bosom of his Father and his God.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"147","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"2065ec13ea73e7a726f5691404a6814452a83d6539ac9b3815241373e3584f4e","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-148","title":"Mary Morison","poet":"Robert Burns","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O Mary, at thy window be,\n     It is the wish'd, the trysted hour!\n     Those smiles and glances let me see\n     That make the miser's treasure poor:\n     How blythely wad I bide the stoure,\n     A weary slave frae sun to sun,\n     Could I the rich reward secure,\n     The lovely Mary Morison.\n\n     Yestreen when to the trembling string\n     The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha',\n     To thee my fancy took its wing,—\n     I sat, but neither heard nor saw:\n     Tho' this was fair, and that was braw,\n     And yon the toast of a' the town,\n     I sigh'd, and said amang them a',\n     \"Ye are na Mary Morison.\"\n\n     O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace\n     Wha for thy sake wad gladly dee?\n     Or canst thou break that heart of his,\n     Whase only faut is loving thee?\n     If love for love thou wilt na gie,\n     At least be pity to me shown;\n     A thought ungentle canna be\n     The thought o' Mary Morison.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"148","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"74674e52fbb8420a18710a33217cab1ef2bcecff8362bf657cbfd6f860e291b2","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-149","title":"Bonnie Lesley","poet":"Robert Burns","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O saw ye bonnie Lesley\n       As she gaed o'er the border?\n     She's gane, like Alexander,\n       To spread her conquests farther.\n\n     To see her is to love her,\n       And love but her for ever;\n     For nature made her what she is,\n       And ne'er made sic anither!\n\n     Thou art a queen, fair Lesley,\n       Thy subjects we, before thee;\n     Thou art divine, fair Lesley,\n       The hearts o' men adore thee.\n\n     The deil he could na scaith thee,\n       Or aught that wad belang thee;\n     He'd look into thy bonnie face,\n       And say \"I canna wrang thee!\"\n\n     The Powers aboon will tent thee,\n       Misfortune sha' na steer thee;\n     Thou'rt like themselves sae lovely\n       That ill they'll ne'er let near thee.\n\n     Return again, fair Lesley,\n       Return to Caledonie!\n     That we may brag we hae a lass\n       There's nane again sae bonnie.","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"149","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"e53c9ec6ea31e22058107194e3fa6ac99021859f13f1cc1b331efe0bc09a06a4","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-150","title":"O my Luve's like a red, red rose","poet":"Robert Burns","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O my Luve's like a red, red rose\n       That's newly sprung in June:\n     O my Luve's like the melodie\n       That's sweetly play'd in tune.\n\n     As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,\n       So deep in luve am I:\n     And I will luve thee still, my dear,\n       Till a' the seas gang dry:\n\n     Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,\n       And the rocks melt wi' the sun;\n     I will luve thee still, my dear,\n       While the sands o' life shall run.\n\n     And fare thee weel, my only Luve!\n       And fare thee weel a while!\n     And I will come again, my Luve\n       Tho' it were ten thousand mile.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"150","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"21e5f6f8fa06dddb6a81efb97e6660f738d7d94d29e587086260dc84077cbb54","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-151","title":"Highland Mary","poet":"Robert Burns","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Ye banks and braes and streams around\n       The castle o' Montgomery,\n     Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,\n       Your waters never drumlie!\n     There simmer first unfauld her robes,\n       And there the langest tarry;\n     For there I took the last fareweel\n       O' my sweet Highland Mary.\n\n     How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk,\n       How rich the hawthorn's blossom,\n     As underneath their fragrant shade\n       I clasp'd her to my bosom!\n     The golden hours on angel wings\n       Flew o'er me and my dearie;\n     For dear to me as light and life\n       Was my sweet Highland Mary.\n\n     Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace\n       Our parting was fu' tender;\n     And pledging aft to meet again,\n       We tore oursels asunder;\n     But O! fell Death's untimely frost,\n       That nipt my flower sae early!\n     Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay,\n       That wraps my Highland Mary!\n\n     O pale, pale now, those rosy lips,\n       I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly!\n     And closed for aye the sparkling glance\n       That dwelt on me sae kindly;\n     And mouldering now in silent dust\n       That heart that lo'ed me dearly!\n     But still within my bosom's core\n       Shall live my Highland Mary.","themes":["love","nature","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"151","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"700de22d1e9601553b2f9be4fa77700b35eb709a81d4d4608489157cd1d9e882","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-152","title":"Auld Robin Gray","poet":"Anne Lindsay","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame,\n     And a' the warld to rest are gane,\n     The waes o' my heart fa' in showers frae my e'e,\n     While my gudeman lies sound by me.\n\n     Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his bride;\n     But saving a croun he had naething else beside:\n     To make the croun a pund, young Jamie gaed to sea;\n     And the croun and the pund were baith for me.\n\n     He hadna been awa' a week but only twa,\n     When my father brak his arm, and the cow was stown awa;\n     My mother she fell sick, and my Jamie at the sea—\n     And auld Robin Gray came a-courtin' me.\n\n     My father couldna work, and my mother couldna spin;\n     I toil'd day and night, but their bread I couldna win;\n     Auld Rob maintain'd them baith, and wi' tears in his e'e\n     Said, Jennie, for their sakes, O, marry me!\n\n     My heart it said nay; I look'd for Jamie back;\n     But the wind it blew high, and the ship it was a wrack;\n     His ship it was a wrack—Why didna Jamie dee?\n     Or why do I live to cry, Wae's me?\n\n     My father urgit sair: my mother didna speak;\n     But she look'd in my face till my heart was like to break:\n     They gi'ed him my hand, but my heart was at the sea;\n     Sae auld Robin Gray he was gudeman to me.\n\n     I hadna been a wife a week but only four,\n     When mournfu' as I sat on the stane at the door,\n     I saw my Jamie's wraith, for I couldna think it he—\n     Till he said, I'm come hame to marry thee.\n\n     O sair, sair did we greet, and muckle did we say;\n     We took but ae kiss, and I bad him gang away;\n     I wish that I were dead, but I'm no like to dee;\n     And why was I born to say, Wae's me!\n\n     I gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin;\n     I daurna think on Jamie, for that wad be a sin;\n     But I'll do my best a gude wife aye to be,\n     For auld Robin Gray he is kind unto me.","themes":["love","grief","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"152","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"27b57c2954326cb4824aaeeb30ff6bed0c76cbdf5b77016e56d6098f42ce1c86","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-153","title":"Duncan Gray","poet":"Robert Burns","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Duncan Gray cam here to woo,\n        Ha, ha, the wooing o't,\n     On blythe Yule night when we were fou,\n        Ha, ha, the wooing o't,\n     Maggie coost her head fu' high,\n     Look'd asklent and unco skeigh,\n     Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh;\n        Ha, ha, the wooing o't.\n\n     Duncan fleech'd and Duncan pray'd;\n     Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig;\n     Duncan sigh'd baith out and in,\n     Grat his een baith bleert and blin',\n     Spak o' lowpin' ower a linn!\n\n     Time and chance are but a tide,\n     Slighted love is sair to bide;\n     Shall I, like a fool, quoth he,\n     For a haughty hizzie dee?\n     She may gae to—France for me!\n\n     How it comes let doctors tell,\n     Meg grew sick—as he grew heal;\n     Something in her bosom wrings,\n     For relief a sigh she brings;\n     And O, her een, they spak sic things!\n\n     Duncan was a lad o' grace;\n     Maggie's was a piteous case;\n     Duncan could na be her death,\n     Swelling pity smoor'd his wrath;\n     Now they're crouse and canty baith:\n        Ha, ha, the wooing o't!","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"153","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"decd6cf02bc56799b3de2b49b592c1d542360811c94dfd664c755998d095b824","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-154","title":"The Sailor's Wife","poet":"William Julius Mickle","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"And are ye sure the news is true?\n       And are ye sure he's weel?\n     Is this a time to think o' wark?\n       Ye jades, lay by your wheel;\n     Is this the time to spin a thread,\n       When Colin's at the door?\n     Reach down my cloak, I'll to the quay\n       And see him come ashore.\n     For there's nae luck about the house,\n       There's nae luck at a';\n     There's little pleasure in the house\n       When our gudeman's awa'.\n\n     And gie to me my bigonet,\n       My bishop's satin gown;\n     For I maun tell the baillie's wife\n       That Colin's in the town.\n     My Turkey slippers maun gae on,\n       My stockins pearly blue;\n     It's a' to pleasure our gudeman,\n       For he's baith leal and true.\n\n     Rise, lass, and mak a clean fireside,\n       Put on the muckle pot;\n     Gie little Kate her button gown\n       And Jock his Sunday coat;\n     And mak their shoon as black as slaes,\n       Their hose as white as snaw;\n     It's a' to please my ain gudeman,\n       For he's been long awa.\n\n     There's twa fat hens upo' the coop\n       Been fed this month and mair;\n     Mak haste and thraw their necks about,\n       That Colin weel may fare;\n     And spread the table neat and clean,\n       Gar ilka thing look braw,\n     For wha can tell how Colin fared\n       When he was far awa?\n\n     Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech.\n       His breath like caller air;\n     His very foot has music in't\n       As he comes up the stair—\n     And will I see his face again?\n       And will I hear him speak?\n     I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought,\n       In troth I'm like to greet!\n\n     If Colin's weel, and weel content,\n       I hae nae mair to crave:\n     And gin I live to keep him sae,\n       I'm blest aboon the lave:\n     And will I see his face again,\n       And will I hear him speak?\n     I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought,\n       In troth I'm like to greet!\n\n     For there's nae luck about the house,\n       There's nae luck at a';\n     There's little pleasure in the house\n       When our gudeman's awa.","themes":["love","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"154","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"306c897ef169f1c247288ea27b9409b53b32cd70a89d1fec89c8a6a6259936a9","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-155","title":"Jean","poet":"Robert Burns","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Of a' the airts the wind can blaw\n       I dearly like the West,\n     For there the bonnie lassie lives,\n       The lassie I lo'e best:\n     There wild woods grow, and rivers row,\n       And mony a hill between;\n     But day and night my fancy's flight\n       Is ever wi' my Jean.\n\n     I see her in the dewy flowers,\n       I see her sweet and fair:\n     I hear her in the tunefu' birds,\n       I hear her charm the air:\n     There's not a bonnie flower that springs,\n       By fountain, shaw, or green;\n     There's not a bonnie bird that sings\n       But minds me o' my Jean.\n\n     O blaw ye westlin winds, blaw saft\n       Amang the leafy trees;\n     Wi' balmy gale, frae hill and dale\n       Bring hame the laden bees;\n     And bring the lassie back to me\n       That's aye sae neat and clean;\n     Ae smile o' her wad banish care,\n       Sae charming is my Jean.\n\n     What sighs and vows amang the knowes\n       Hae pass'd atween us twa!\n     How fond to meet, how wae to part\n       That night she gaed awa!\n     The Powers aboon can only ken\n       To whom the heart is seen,\n     That nane can be sae dear to me\n       As my sweet lovely Jean!","themes":["love","nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"155","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"b83303e77a7b1e145ce9b297176a3342257e78c1df620757c41b1fb1a172a41f","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-156","title":"John Anderson","poet":"Robert Burns","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"John Anderson my jo, John,\n     When we were first acquent\n     Your locks were like the raven,\n     Your bonnie brow was brent;\n     But now your brow is bald, John,\n     Your locks are like the snow;\n     But blessings on your frosty pow,\n     John Anderson my jo.\n\n     John Anderson my jo, John,\n     We clamb the hill thegither,\n     And mony a canty day, John,\n     We've had wi' ane anither:\n     Now we maun totter down, John,\n     But hand in hand we'll go,\n     And sleep thegither at the foot,\n     John Anderson my jo.","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"156","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"0bd78ab5f5ed0311b76e74ad8e03341885e74de94291bf182a3c3bddaa92cb82","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-157","title":"The Land O' The Leal","poet":"Carolina Nairne","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I'm wearing awa', Jean\n     Like snaw when its thaw, Jean,\n     I'm wearing awa'\n       To the land o' the leal.\n     There's nae sorrow there, Jean,\n     There's neither cauld nor care, Jean,\n     The day is aye fair\n       In the land o' the leal.\n\n     Ye were aye leal and true, Jean,\n     Your task's ended noo, Jean,\n     And I'll welcome you\n       To the land o' the leal.\n     Our bonnie bairn's there, Jean,\n     She was baith guid and fair, Jean;\n     O we grudged her right sair\n       To the land o' the leal!\n\n     Then dry that tearfu' e'e, Jean,\n     My soul langs to be free, Jean,\n     And angels wait on me\n       To the land o' the leal.\n     Now fare ye weel, my ain Jean\n     This warld's care is vain, Jean;\n     We'll meet and aye be fain\n       In the land o' the leal.","themes":["grief","spirituality","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"157","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"b7a9111247e960a1720b67bc67b79ab23a406f914b6a8e8506c7aab719441c22","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-158","title":"Ode On A Distant Prospect Of Eton College","poet":"Thomas Gray","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Ye distant spires, ye antique towers\n       That crown the wat'ry glade,\n     Where grateful Science still adores\n       Her Henry's holy shade;\n     And ye, that from the stately brow\n     Of Windsor's heights th' expanse below\n     Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey,\n     Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among\n     Wanders the hoary Thames along\n       His silver-winding way:\n\n     Ah happy hills! ah pleasing shade!\n       Ah fields beloved in vain!\n     Where once my careless childhood stray'd,\n       A stranger yet to pain!\n     I feel the gales that from ye blow\n     A momentary bliss bestow,\n     As waving fresh their gladsome wing,\n     My weary soul they seem to soothe,\n     And, redolent of joy and youth,\n       To breathe a second spring.\n\n     Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen\n       Full many a sprightly race\n     Disporting on thy margent green\n       The paths of pleasure trace;\n     Who foremost now delight to cleave\n     With pliant arm, thy glassy wave?\n     The captive linnet which enthral?\n     What idle progeny succeed\n     To chase the rolling circle's speed\n       Or urge the flying ball?\n\n     While some, on earnest business bent\n       Their murmuring labours ply\n     'Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint\n       To sweeten liberty:\n     Some bold adventurers disdain\n     The limits of their little reign\n     And unknown regions dare descry:\n     Still as they run they look behind,\n     They hear a voice in every wind\n       And snatch a fearful joy.\n\n     Gay Hope is theirs by fancy fed,\n       Less pleasing when possest;\n     The tear forgot as soon as shed,\n       The sunshine of the breast:\n     Theirs buxom Health, of rosy hue,\n     Wild Wit, Invention ever new,\n     And lively Cheer, of Vigour born;\n     The thoughtless day, the easy night,\n     The spirits pure, the slumbers light\n       That fly th' approach of morn.\n\n     Alas! regardless of their doom\n       The little victims play!\n     No sense have they of ills to come\n       Nor care beyond to-day:\n     Yet see how all around 'em wait\n     The ministers of human fate\n     And black Misfortune's baleful train!\n     Ah shew them where in ambush stand\n     To seize their prey, the murderous band!\n       Ah, tell them they are men!\n\n     These shall the fury Passions tear,\n       The vultures of the mind,\n     Disdainful Anger, pallid Fear,\n       And Shame that skulks behind;\n     Or pining Love shall waste their youth,\n     Or Jealousy with rankling tooth\n     That inly gnaws the secret heart,\n     And Envy wan, and faded Care,\n     Grim-visaged comfortless Despair,\n       And Sorrow's piercing dart.\n\n     Ambition this shall tempt to rise,\n       Then whirl the wretch from high\n     To bitter Scorn a sacrifice\n       And grinning Infamy.\n     The stings of Falsehood those shall try,\n     And hard Unkindness' alter'd eye,\n     That mocks the tear it forced to flow;\n     And keen Remorse with blood defiled,\n     And moody Madness laughing wild\n       Amid severest woe.\n\n     Lo, in the Vale of Years beneath\n       A griesly troop are seen,\n     The painful family of Death,\n       More hideous than their Queen:\n     This racks the joints, this fires the veins,\n     That every labouring sinew strains,\n     Those in the deeper vitals rage:\n     Lo, Poverty, to fill the band,\n     That numbs the soul with icy hand,\n       And slow-consuming Age.\n\n     To each his sufferings: all are men,\n       Condemn'd alike to groan;\n     The tender for another's pain,\n       Th' unfeeling for his own.\n     Yet ah! why should they know their fate,\n     Since sorrow never comes too late,\n     And happiness too swiftly flies?\n     Thought would destroy their paradise!\n     No more;—where ignorance is bliss,\n       'Tis folly to be wise.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"158","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"00fddfad73ede3e40e196db33a1d54def6c7d768753c6d375c1c0ca63ec6fc52","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-159","title":"Hymn To Adversity","poet":"Thomas Gray","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Daughter of Jove, relentless power,\n       Thou tamer of the human breast,\n      Whose iron scourge and torturing hour\n       The bad affright, afflict the best!\n      Bound in thy adamantine chain\n      The proud are taught to taste of pain,\n      And purple tyrants vainly groan\n     With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.\n\n      When first thy Sire to send on earth\n       Virtue, his darling child, design'd,\n      To thee he gave the heavenly birth\n       And bade to form her infant mind.\n      Stern rugged Nurse! thy rigid lore\n      With patience many a year she bore:\n      What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know,\n     And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' woe.\n\n      Scared at thy frown terrific, fly\n       Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood,\n      Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy,\n       And leave us leisure to be good.\n      Light they disperse, and with them go\n      The summer Friend, the flattering Foe;\n      By vain Prosperity received\n     To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.\n\n      And Melancholy, silent maid,\n       With leaden eye, that loves the ground,\n      Still on thy solemn steps attend:\n      Warm Charity, the general friend,\n      With Justice, to herself severe,\n     And Pity dropping soft the sadly-pleasing tear.\n\n      Oh, gently on thy suppliant's head,\n       Dread Goddess, lay thy chastening hand!\n      Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad,\n       Not circled with the vengeful band\n      (As by the impious thou art seen)\n      With thundering voice, and threatening mien,\n      With screaming Horror's funeral cry,\n     Despair, and fell Disease, and ghastly Poverty:\n\n      Thy form benign, O Goddess, wear,\n       Thy milder influence impart,\n      Thy philosophic train be there\n       To soften, not to wound my heart.\n      The generous spark extinct revive,\n      Teach me to love and to forgive,\n      Exact my own defects to scan,\n     What others are to feel, and know myself a Man.","themes":["love","nature","grief","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"159","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"345ccd8ba31b53bb2de08fb2c4617832090e84d0f3d04a819e25b7125b4253e9","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-160","title":"The Solitude Of Alexander Selkirk","poet":"William Cowper","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I am monarch of all I survey;\n     My right there is none to dispute;\n     From the centre all round to the sea\n     I am lord of the fowl and the brute.\n     O Solitude! Where are the charms\n     That sages have seen in thy face?\n     Better dwell in the midst of alarms\n     Than reign in this horrible place.\n\n     I am out of humanity's reach,\n     I must finish my journey alone,\n     Never hear the sweet music of speech;\n     I start at the sound of my own.\n     The beasts that roam over the plain\n     My form with indifference see;\n     They are so unacquainted with man,\n     Their tameness is shocking to me.\n\n     Society, Friendship, and Love\n     Divinely bestow'd upon man,\n     O had I the wings of a dove\n     How soon would I taste you again!\n     My sorrows I then might assuage\n     In the ways of religion and truth,\n     Might learn from the wisdom of age,\n     And be cheer'd by the sallies of youth.\n\n     Ye winds that have made me your sport,\n     Convey to this desolate shore\n     Some cordial endearing report\n     Of a land I shall visit no more:\n     My friends, do they now and then send\n     A wish or a thought after me?\n     O tell me I yet have a friend,\n     Though a friend I am never to see.\n\n     How fleet is a glance of the mind!\n     Compared with the speed of its flight,\n     The tempest itself lags behind,\n     And the swift-wingéd arrows of light.\n     When I think of my own native land\n     In a moment I seem to be there;\n     But alas! recollection at hand\n     Soon hurries me back to despair.\n\n     But the seafowl is gone to her nest,\n     The beast is laid down in his lair;\n     Even here is a season of rest,\n     And I to my cabin repair.\n     There's mercy in every place,\n     And mercy, encouraging thought!\n     Gives even affliction a grace\n     And reconciles man to his lot.","themes":["love","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"160","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"89dfb5c54e9282ff38be32156e4547dcde1d04f2bc151985277b92a6a31fcc33","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-161","title":"To Mary Unwin","poet":"William Cowper","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Mary! I want a lyre with other strings,\n     Such aid from heaven as some have feign'd they drew,\n     An eloquence scarce given to mortals, new\n     And undebased by praise of meaner things,\n\n     That ere through age or woe I shed my wings\n     I may record thy worth with honour due,\n     In verse as musical as thou art true\n     And that immortalizes whom it sings:—\n\n     But thou hast little need. There is a Book\n     By seraphs writ with beams of heavenly light,\n     On which the eyes of God not rarely look,\n\n     A chronicle of actions just and bright—\n     There all thy deeds, my faithful Mary, shine;\n     And since, thou own'st that praise, I spare thee mine.","themes":["time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"161","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"974f4a8d9bcfd6613a5735153d710f677819f39b15aaea3bfe175eb55428a653","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-162","title":"To Mary","poet":"William Cowper","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"The twentieth year is well nigh past\n     Since first our sky was overcast;\n     Ah would that this might be the last!\n             My Mary!\n\n     Thy spirits have a fainter flow,\n     I see thee daily weaker grow—\n     'Twas my distress that brought thee low,\n             My Mary!\n\n     Thy needles, once a shining store,\n     For my sake restless heretofore,\n     Now rust disused, and shine no more;\n             My Mary!\n\n     For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil\n     The same kind office for me still,\n     Thy sight now seconds not thy will,\n             My Mary!\n\n     But well thou play'dst the housewife's part,\n     And all thy threads with magic art\n     Have wound themselves about this heart,\n             My Mary!\n\n     Thy indistinct expressions seem\n     Like language utter'd in a dream;\n     Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme,\n             My Mary!\n\n     Thy silver locks, once auburn bright\n     Are still more lovely in my sight\n     Than golden beams of orient light,\n             My Mary!\n\n     For could I view nor them nor thee,\n     What sight worth seeing could I see?\n     The sun would rise in vain for me,\n             My Mary!\n\n     Partakers of thy sad decline\n     Thy hands their little force resign;\n     Yet gently press'd, press gently mine,\n             My Mary!\n\n     Such feebleness of limbs thou prov'st\n     That now at every step thou mov'st\n     Upheld by two; yet still thou lov'st,\n             My Mary!\n\n     And still to love, though press'd with ill,\n     In wintry age to feel no chill,\n     With me is to be lovely still,\n             My Mary!\n\n     But ah! by constant heed I know\n     How oft the sadness that I show\n     Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe,\n             My Mary!\n\n     And should my future lot be cast\n     With much resemblance of the past\n     Thy worn-out heart will break at last—\n             My Mary!","themes":["love","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"162","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"cabdab3d429afc6c10de5689ddb627a5d6385416185fd0d85e202b8ac98fcf9b","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-163","title":"The Dying Man In His Garden","poet":"George Sewell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Why, Damon, with the forward day\n     Dost thou thy little spot survey,\n     From tree to tree, with doubtful cheer,\n     Pursue the progress of the year,\n     What winds arise, what rains descend,\n     When thou before that year shalt end?\n\n     What do thy noontide walks avail,\n     To clear the leaf, and pick the snail,\n     Then wantonly to death decree\n     An insect usefuller than thee?\n     Thou and the worm are brother-kind,\n     As low, as earthy, and as blind.\n\n     Vain wretch! canst thou expect to see\n     The downy peach make court to thee?\n     Or that thy sense shall ever meet\n     The bean-flower's deep-embosom'd sweet\n     Exhaling with an evening blast?\n     Thy evenings then will all be past!\n\n     Thy narrow pride, thy fancied green\n     (For vanity's in little seen),\n     All must be left when Death appears,\n     In spite of wishes, groans, and tears;\n     Nor one of all thy plants that grow\n     But Rosemary will with thee go.","themes":["nature","grief","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"163","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"55fb9b95fafe969af72456e4c549c1448cbc8fea916ae45b0db504dcac2ce640","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-164","title":"To-Morrow","poet":"Collins (attributed in edition)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining,\n      May my lot no less fortunate be\n     Than a snug elbow-chair can afford for reclining,\n      And a cot that o'erlooks the wide sea;\n     With an ambling pad-pony to pace o'er the lawn,\n      While I carol away idle sorrow,\n     And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn\n      Look forward with hope for to-morrow.\n\n     With a porch at my door, both for shelter and shade too,\n      As the sunshine or rain may prevail;\n     And a small spot of ground for the use of the spade too,\n      With a barn for the use of the flail:\n     A cow for my dairy, a dog for my game,\n      And a purse when a friend wants to borrow;\n     I'll envy no nabob his riches or fame,\n      Nor what honours await him to-morrow.\n\n     From the bleak northern blast may my cot be completely\n      Secured by a neighbouring hill;\n     And at night may repose steal upon me more sweetly\n      By the sound of a murmuring rill:\n     And while peace and plenty I find at my board,\n      With a heart free from sickness and sorrow,\n     With my friends may I share what to-day may afford,\n      And let them spread the table to-morrow.\n\n     And when I at last must throw off this frail covering\n      Which I've worn for three-score years and ten,\n     On the brink of the grave I'll not seek to keep hovering,\n      Nor my thread wish to spin o'er again:\n     But my face in the glass I'll serenely survey,\n      And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow;\n     As this old worn-out stuff, which is threadbare to-day\n      May become everlasting to-morrow.","themes":["love","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"164","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"7e1302687d58f0f1000b6951b739bfb5dbad9329be2c0fc8296c8ba263139552","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-165","title":"Life! I know not what thou art","poet":"Anna Laetitia Barbauld","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Life! I know not what thou art,\n     But know that thou and I must part;\n     And when, or how, or where we met\n     I own to me's a secret yet.\n\n     Life! we've been long together\n     Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;\n     'Tis hard to part when friends are dear—\n     Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear;\n     —Then steal away, give little warning,\n       Choose thine own time;\n     Say not Good Night,—but in some brighter clime\n       Bid me Good Morning.","themes":["love","time","night","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"165","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"543a60e0719729ffa3a299a368434bb5ddf5b8d8d6100260905e38b9268e91ad","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-166","title":"On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer","poet":"John Keats","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold\n     And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;\n     Round many western islands have I been\n     Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.\n\n     Oft of one wide expanse had I been told\n     That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne:\n     Yet did I never breathe its pure serene\n     Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:\n\n     —Then felt I like some watcher of the skies\n     When a new planet swims into his ken;\n     Or like stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes\n\n     He stared at the Pacific—and all his men\n     Look'd at each other with a wild surmise—\n     Silent, upon a peak in Darien.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"166","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"fc4b464ee228e44bb974b8be870aefe5e62ea3ce3530f85ef18d6cdc2f8cac3d","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-167","title":"Ode On The Poets","poet":"John Keats","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Bards of Passion and of Mirth\n     Ye have left your souls on earth!\n     Have ye souls in heaven too,\n     Doubled-lived in regions new?\n     —Yes, and those of heaven commune\n     With the spheres of sun and moon;\n     With the noise of fountains wonderous\n     And the parle of voices thunderous;\n     With the whisper of heaven's trees\n     And one another, in soft ease\n     Seated on Elysian lawns\n     Browsed by none but Dian's fawns;\n     Underneath large blue-bells tented,\n     Where the daisies are rose-scented,\n     And the rose herself has got\n     Perfume which on earth is not;\n     Where the nightingale doth sing\n     Not a senseless, trancéd thing,\n     But divine melodious truth;\n     Philosophic numbers smooth;\n     Tales and golden histories\n     Of heaven and its mysteries.\n\n       Thus ye live on high, and then\n     On the earth ye live again;\n     And the souls ye left behind you\n     Teach us, here, the way to find you\n     Where your other souls are joying,\n     Never slumber'd, never cloying.\n     Here, your earth-born souls still speak\n     To mortals, of their little week;\n     Of their sorrows and delights;\n     Of their passions and their spites;\n     Of their glory and their shame;\n     What doth strengthen and what maim:—\n     Thus ye teach us, every day,\n     Wisdom, though fled far away.\n\n       Bards of Passion and of Mirth\n     Ye have left your souls on earth!\n     Ye have souls in heaven too,\n     Double-lived in regions new!","themes":["nature","grief","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"167","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"11170afa982a33405c1d47938f0d206a28fe877a1f953e151da16a5eb7adc6f5","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-168","title":"Love","poet":"Samuel Taylor Coleridge","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"All thoughts, all passions, all delights,\n     Whatever stirs this mortal frame,\n     All are but ministers of Love,\n         And feed his sacred flame.\n\n     Oft in my waking dreams do I\n     Live o'er again that happy hour,\n     When midway on the mount I lay\n         Beside the ruin'd tower.\n\n     The moonshine stealing o'er the scene\n     Had blended with the lights of eve;\n     And she was there, my hope, my joy,\n         My own dear Genevieve!\n\n     She lean'd against the arméd man,\n     The statue of the arméd knight;\n     She stood and listen'd to my lay,\n         Amid the lingering light.\n\n     Few sorrows hath she of her own\n     My hope! my joy! my Genevieve!\n     She loves me best, whene'er I sing\n         The songs that make her grieve.\n\n     I play'd a soft and doleful air,\n     I sang an old and moving story—\n     An old rude song, that suited well\n         That ruin wild and hoary.\n\n     She listen'd with a flitting blush,\n     With downcast eyes and modest grace;\n     For well she knew, I could not choose\n         But gaze upon her face.\n\n     I told her of the Knight that wore\n     Upon his shield a burning brand;\n     And that for ten long years he woo'd\n         The Lady of the Land.\n\n     I told her how he pined: and ah!\n     The deep, the low, the pleading tone\n     With which I sang another's love,\n         Interpreted my own.\n\n     She listen'd with a flitting blush,\n     With downcast eyes, and modest grace;\n     And she forgave me, that I gazed\n         Too fondly on her face.\n\n     But when I told the cruel scorn\n     That crazed that bold and lovely Knight,\n     And that he cross'd the mountain-woods,\n         Nor rested day nor night;\n\n     That sometimes from the savage den,\n     And sometimes from the darksome shade,\n     And sometimes starting up at once\n         In green and sunny glade.\n\n     There came and look'd him in the face\n     An angel beautiful and bright;\n     And that he knew it was a Fiend,\n         This miserable Knight!\n\n     And that unknowing what he did,\n     He leap'd amid a murderous band,\n     And saved from outrage worse than death\n         The Lady of the Land;\n\n     And how she wept, and clasp'd his knees;\n     And how she tended him in vain;\n     And ever strove to expiate\n         The scorn that crazed his brain;\n\n     And that she nursed him in a cave,\n     And how his madness went away,\n     When on the yellow forest-leaves\n         A dying man he lay;\n\n     —His dying words—but when I reach'd\n     That tenderest strain of all the ditty,\n     My faltering voice and pausing harp\n         Disturb'd her soul with pity!\n\n     All impulses of soul and sense\n     Had thrill'd my guileless Genevieve;\n     The music and the doleful tale,\n         The rich and balmy eve;\n\n     And hopes, and fears that kindle hope,\n     An undistinguishable throng,\n     And gentle wishes long subdued,\n         Subdued and cherish'd long!\n\n     She wept with pity and delight,\n     She blush'd with love, and virgin shame;\n     And like the murmur of a dream,\n         I heard her breathe my name.\n\n     Her bosom heaved—she stepp'd aside,\n     As conscious of my look she stept—\n     Then suddenly, with timorous eye\n         She fled to me and wept.\n\n     She half enclosed me with her arms,\n     She press'd me with a meek embrace;\n     And bending back her head, look'd up,\n         And gazed upon my face.\n\n     'Twas partly love, and partly fear,\n     And partly 'twas a bashful art,\n     That I might rather feel, than see.\n         The swelling of her heart.\n\n     I calm'd her fears, and she was calm,\n     And told her love with virgin pride;\n     And so I won my Genevieve,\n         My bright and beauteous Bride.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"168","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"053ecbfffa737f8da5db5b742d1536d8e48d53ec15e385e05bc983d163bf1d47","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-169","title":"All For Love","poet":"Lord Byron","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O talk not to me of a name great in story;\n     The days of our youth are the days of our glory;\n     And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty\n     Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.\n\n     What are garlands and crowns to the brow that is wrinkled?\n     'Tis but as a dead flower with May-dew besprinkled:\n     Then away with all such from the head that is hoary—\n     What care I for the wreaths that can only give glory?\n\n     O Fame!—if I e'er took delight in thy praises,\n     'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases,\n     Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover\n     She thought that I was not unworthy to love her.\n\n     There chiefly I sought thee, there only I found thee;\n     Her glance was the best of the rays that surround thee;\n     When it sparkled o'er aught that was bright in my story,\n     I knew it was love, and I felt it was glory.","themes":["love","nature","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"169","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"f3ed693ef08a0148ef8def27e954e7b37f06b19aff19813870c3671cca0979f4","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-170","title":"The Outlaw","poet":"Walter Scott","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O Brignall banks are wild and fair,\n      And Greta woods are green,\n     And you may gather garlands there\n      Would grace a summer-queen.\n     And as I rode by Dalton-Hall\n      Beneath the turrets high,\n     A Maiden on the castle-wall\n      Was singing merrily:\n     \"O, Brignall banks are fresh and fair,\n      And Greta woods are green;\n     I'd rather rove with Edmund there\n      Than reign our English queen.\"\n\n     \"If, Maiden, thou wouldst wend with me,\n      To leave both tower and town,\n     Thou first must guess what life lead we\n      That dwell by dale and down.\n     And if thou canst that riddle read,\n      As read full well you may,\n     Then to the greenwood shalt thou speed\n      As blithe as Queen of May.\"\n     Yet sung she \"Brignall banks are fair,\n      And Greta woods are green;\n     I'd rather rove with Edmund there\n      Than reign our English queen.\n\n     \"I read you by your bugle-horn\n      And by your palfrey good,\n     I read you for a ranger sworn\n      To keep the King's greenwood.\"\n     \"A Ranger, Lady, winds his horn,\n      And 'tis at peep of light;\n     His blast is heard at merry morn,\n      And mine at dead of night.\"\n     Yet sung she, \"Brignall banks are fair,\n      And Greta woods are gay;\n     I would I were with Edmund there\n      To reign his Queen of May!\n\n     \"With burnish'd brand and musketoon\n      So gallantly you come,\n     I read you for a bold Dragoon,\n      That lists the tuck of drum.\"\n     \"I list no more the tuck of drum,\n      No more the trumpet hear;\n     But when the beetle sounds his hum\n      My comrades take the spear.\n     And O! though Brignall banks be fair,\n      And Greta woods be gay,\n     Yet mickle must the maiden dare,\n      Would reign my Queen of May!\n\n     \"Maiden! a nameless life I lead,\n      A nameless death I'll die;\n     The fiend whose lantern lights the mead\n      Were better mate than I!\n     And when I'm with my comrades met\n      Beneath the greenwood bough,\n     What once we were we all forget,\n      Nor think what we are now.\n\n                   Chorus.\n\n     Yet Brignall banks are fresh and fair,\n      And Greta woods are green,\n     And you may gather flowers there\n      Would grace a summer-queen.","themes":["nature","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"170","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"919dea95ad87aeda05b900f91c83b307ebf131a58ba58a02aab6dcab24c0be3c","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-171","title":"There be none of Beauty's daughters","poet":"Lord Byron","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"There be none of Beauty's daughters\n      With a magic like Thee;\n     And like music on the waters\n      Is thy sweet voice to me:\n     When, as if its sound were causing\n     The charméd ocean's pausing,\n     The waves lie still and gleaming,\n     And the lull'd winds seem dreaming\n     And the midnight moon is weaving\n      Her bright chain o'er the deep,\n     Whose breast is gently heaving,\n      As an infant's asleep:\n     So the spirit bows before thee\n     To listen and adore thee;\n     With a full but soft emotion,\n     Like the swell of Summer's ocean.","themes":["nature","night","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"171","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"755780ee9a6b2871c39b8961566190b617cc2111642114e5b071c5e2bbad14de","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-172","title":"Lines To An Indian Air","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I arise from dreams of Thee\n     In the first sweet sleep of night,\n     When the winds are breathing low\n     And the stars are shining bright:\n     I arise from dreams of thee,\n     And a spirit in my feet\n     Hath led me—who knows how?\n     To thy chamber-window, Sweet!\n\n     The wandering airs they faint\n     On the dark, the silent stream—\n     The champak odours fail\n     Like sweet thoughts in a dream;\n     The nightingale's complaint,\n     It dies upon her heart,\n     As I must on thine,\n     Oh, belovéd as thou art!\n\n     Oh lift me from the grass!\n     I die! I faint, I fail!\n     Let thy love in kisses rain\n     On my lips and eyelids pale.\n     My cheek is cold and white, alas!\n     My heart beats loud and fast;\n     O! press it to thine own again\n     Where it will break at last.","themes":["love","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"172","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"7c4c3f463d0334a04224dba914b205c26095f2ad25e572520ccba31ad2fdf7da","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-173","title":"She walks in beauty, like the night","poet":"Lord Byron","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"She walks in beauty, like the night\n     Of cloudless climes and starry skies,\n     And all that's best of dark and bright\n     Meets in her aspect and her eyes,\n     Thus mellow'd to that tender light\n     Which heaven to gaudy day denies.\n\n     One shade the more, one ray the less,\n     Had half impair'd the nameless grace\n     Which waves in every raven tress\n     Or softly lightens o'er her face,\n     Where thoughts serenely sweet express\n     How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.\n\n     And on that cheek, and o'er that brow\n     So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,\n     The smiles that win, the tints that glow\n     But tell of days in goodness spent,—\n     A mind at peace with all below,\n     A heart whose love is innocent.","themes":["love","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"173","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"1bac475f08c0f20d9dc6e8f7bba824651c2b8ec0c5a6dca68ec26816dc5b6c04","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-174","title":"She was a phantom of delight","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"She was a phantom of delight\n     When first she gleam'd upon my sight;\n     A lovely apparition, sent\n     To be a moment's ornament;\n     Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;\n     Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair;\n     But all things else about her drawn\n     From May-time and the cheerful dawn;\n     A dancing shape, an image gay,\n     To haunt, to startle, and waylay.\n\n     I saw her upon nearer view,\n     A spirit, yet a woman too!\n     Her household motions light and free,\n     And steps of virgin-liberty;\n     A countenance in which did meet\n     Sweet records, promises as sweet;\n     A creature not too bright or good\n     For human nature's daily food,\n     For transient sorrows, simple wiles,\n     Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.\n\n     And now I see with eye serene\n     The very pulse of the machine;\n     A being breathing thoughtful breath,\n     A traveller between life and death:\n     The reason firm, the temperate will,\n     Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;\n     A perfect woman, nobly plann'd,\n     To warn, to comfort, and command;\n     And yet a Spirit still, and bright\n     With something of an angel-light.","themes":["love","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"174","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"3dc3e0b48359156f0423c83c0d2e291e0d8de50cbf9be1d65ed395c6f5043311","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-175","title":"She is not fair to outward view","poet":"Hartley Coleridge","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"She is not fair to outward view\n        As many maidens be;\n       Her loveliness I never knew\n        Until she smiled on me.\n       O then I saw her eye was bright,\n       A well of love, a spring of light.\n\n       But now her looks are coy and cold,\n        To mine they ne'er reply,\n       And yet I cease not to behold\n        The love-light in her eye:\n       Her very frowns are fairer far\n       Than smiles of other maidens are.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"175","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"d4cb2d4d317b0b1f44b5fb8b35b8930bf541afaee676f520cdad6bb9a8738ca4","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-176","title":"I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden;\n     Thou needest not fear mine;\n     My spirit is too deeply laden\n     Ever to burthen thine.\n\n     I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion;\n     Thou needest not fear mine;\n     Innocent is the heart's devotion\n     With which I worship thine.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"176","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"9c55a27396ad9522dfe913dfcdfef6c0cb82acd94b0b15fa8215dfa733b18925","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-177","title":"The Lost Love","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"She dwelt among the untrodden ways\n       Beside the springs of Dove;\n     A maid whom there were none to praise,\n       And very few to love.\n\n     A violet by a mossy stone\n       Half hidden from the eye!\n     —Fair as a star, when only one\n       Is shining in the sky.\n\n     She lived unknown, and few could know\n       When Lucy ceased to be;\n     But she is in her grave, and O!\n       The difference to me!","themes":["love","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"177","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"fc70c61e2204d64c7bb88f10a7cc557a03855fd3ee50a75f6f2a9063cd2bdd0a","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-178","title":"I travell'd among unknown men","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I travell'd among unknown men\n       In lands beyond the sea;\n     Nor, England! did I know till then\n       What love I bore to thee.\n\n     'Tis past, that melancholy dream!\n       Nor will I quit thy shore\n     A second time, for still I seem\n       To love thee more and more.\n\n     Among thy mountains did I feel\n       The joy of my desire;\n     And she I cherish'd turn'd her wheel\n       Beside an English fire.\n\n     Thy mornings showed, thy nights conceal'd,\n       The bowers where Lucy play'd;\n     And thine too is the last green field\n       That Lucy's eyes survey'd.","themes":["love","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"178","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"98ff72790795d7059f65eed0964f753bb35ff269fa27e7f32037ef67d12944ad","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-179","title":"The Education Of Nature","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Three years she grew in sun and shower;\n     Then Nature said, \"A lovelier flower\n     On earth was never sown;\n     This child I to myself will take;\n     She shall be mine, and I will make\n     A lady of my own.\n\n     \"Myself will to my darling be\n     Both law and impulse: and with me\n     The girl, in rock and plain,\n     In earth and heaven, in glade and bower\n     Shall feel an overseeing power\n     To kindle or restrain.\n\n     \"She shall be sportive as the fawn\n     That wild with glee across the lawn\n     Or up the mountain springs;\n     And her's shall be the breathing balm,\n     And her's the silence and the calm\n     Of mute insensate things.\n\n     \"The floating clouds their state shall lend\n     To her; for her the willow bend;\n     Nor shall she fail to see\n     E'en in the motions of the storm\n     Grace that shall mould the maiden's form\n     By silent sympathy.\n\n     \"The stars of midnight shall be dear\n     To her; and she shall lean her ear\n     In many a secret place\n     Where rivulets dance their wayward round,\n     And beauty born of murmuring sound\n     Shall pass into her face.\n\n     \"And vital feelings of delight\n     Shall rear her form to stately height,\n     Her virgin bosom swell;\n     Such thoughts to Lucy I will give\n     While she and I together live\n     Here in this happy dell.\"\n\n     Thus Nature spake—The work was done—\n     How soon my Lucy's race was run!\n     She died, and left to me\n     This heath, this calm and quiet scene;\n     The memory of what has been,\n     And never more will be.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"179","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"e870a5b43dd5aa80ac7da1749640663849e10666c537c6f51a6f44353a61883c","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-180","title":"A slumber did my spirit seal","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"A slumber did my spirit seal;\n       I had no human fears:\n     She seem'd a thing that could not feel\n       The touch of earthly years.\n\n     No motion has she now, no force;\n       She neither hears nor sees;\n     Roll'd round in earth's diurnal course\n       With rocks, and stones, and trees!","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"180","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"e8ea56e5306474bf369aa24340efad271e08709f8fbc9691d5fb2dcc880454bb","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-181","title":"Lord Ullin's Daughter","poet":"Thomas Campbell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"A Chieftain to the Highlands bound\n     Cries \"Boatman, do not tarry!\n     And I'll give thee a silver pound\n     To row us o'er the ferry!\"\n\n     \"Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle\n     This dark and stormy water?\"\n     \"O I'm the chief of Ulva's isle,\n     And this, Lord Ullin's daughter.\n\n     \"And fast before her father's men\n     Three days we've fled together,\n     For should he find us in the glen,\n     My blood would stain the heather.\n\n     \"His horsemen hard behind us ride—\n     Should they our steps discover,\n     Then who will cheer my bonny bride\n     When they have slain her lover?\"\n\n     Out spoke the hardy Highland wight\n     \"I'll go, my chief, I'm ready:\n     It is not for your silver bright,\n     But for your winsome lady:—\n\n     \"And by my word! the bonny bird\n     In danger not shall tarry;\n     So though the waves are raging white\n     I'll row you o'er the ferry.\"\n\n     By this the storm grew loud apace,\n     The water-wraith was shrieking;\n     And in the scowl of heaven each face\n     Grew dark as they were speaking.\n\n     But still as wilder blew the wind\n     And as the night grew drearer,\n     Adown the glen rode arméd men,\n     Their trampling sounded nearer.\n\n     \"O haste thee, haste!\" the lady cries,\n     \"Though tempests round us gather;\n     I'll meet the raging of the skies,\n     But not an angry father.\"\n\n     The boat has left a stormy land,\n     A stormy sea before her,—\n     When O! too strong for human hand\n     The tempest gather'd o'er her.\n\n     And still they row'd amidst the roar\n     Of waters fast prevailing:\n     Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore,—\n     His wrath was changed to wailing.\n\n     For, sore dismay'd, through storm and shade\n     His child he did discover:—\n     One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid,\n     And one was round her lover.\n\n     \"Come back! come back!\" he cried in grief,\n     \"Across this stormy water:\n     And I'll forgive your Highland chief,\n     My daughter!—O my daughter!\"\n\n     'Twas vain: the loud waves lash'd the shore,\n     Return or aid preventing:\n     The waters wild went o'er his child,\n     And he was left lamenting.","themes":["love","nature","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"181","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"410e589bf1c55409b60aa91d0299df5deb74bc745c43328ee6a7b9598e904c61","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-182","title":"Jock O' Hazeldean","poet":"Walter Scott","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"\"Why weep ye by the tide, ladie?\n       Why weep ye by the tide?\n     I'll wed ye to my youngest son,\n       And ye sall be his bride:\n     And ye sall be his bride, ladie,\n       Sae comely to be seen\"—\n     But aye she loot the tears doon fa'\n       For Jock o' Hazeldean.\n\n     \"Now let this wilfu' grief be done,\n       And dry that cheek so pale;\n     Young Frank is chief of Errington\n       And lord of Langley-dale;\n     His step is first in peaceful ha',\n       His sword in battle keen\"—\n     But aye she loot the tears down fa'\n       For Jock o' Hazeldean.\n\n     \"A chain of gold ye shall not lack,\n       Nor braid to bind your hair,\n     Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk\n       Nor palfrey fresh and fair;\n     And you the foremost o' them a'\n       Shall ride our forest queen\"—\n     But aye she loot the tears down fa'\n       For Jock o' Hazeldean.\n\n     The kirk was deck'd at morning-tide,\n       The tapers glimmer'd fair;\n     The priest and bridegroom wait the bride,\n       And dame and knight are there:\n     They sought her baith by bower and ha';\n       The ladie was not seen!\n     She's o'er the Border, and awa'\n       Wi' Jock o' Hazeldean.","themes":["nature","grief","spirituality","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"182","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"e43997aef6313c2ce89f12141f05c6227c94ac7e00c74e2781871ca6d638eeb1","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-183","title":"Freedom And Love","poet":"Thomas Campbell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"How delicious is the winning\n     Of a kiss at love's beginning,\n     When two mutual hearts are sighing\n     For the knot there's no untying!\n\n     Yet remember, 'midst your wooing,\n     Love has bliss, but Love has ruing;\n     Other smiles may make you fickle,\n     Tears for other charms may trickle.\n\n     Love he comes, and Love he tarries,\n     Just as fate or fancy carries;\n     Longest stays, when sorest chidden;\n     Laughs and flies, when press'd and bidden.\n\n     Bind the sea to slumber stilly,\n     Bind its odour to the lily,\n     Bind the aspen ne'er to quiver,\n     Then bind Love to last for ever.\n\n     Love's a fire that needs renewal\n     Of fresh beauty for its fuel:\n     Love's wing moults when caged and captured,\n     Only free, he soars enraptured.\n\n     Can you keep the bee from ranging\n     Or the ringdove's neck from changing?\n     No! nor fetter'd Love from dying\n     In the knot there's no untying.","themes":["love","grief","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"183","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"e2c09f5ba2862d5806d38e92ba174596e2085e1802050a6bab8277aa1d71ead6","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-184","title":"Love's Philosophy","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"The fountains mingle with the river\n     And the rivers with the ocean,\n     The winds of heaven mix for ever\n     With a sweet emotion;\n     Nothing in the world is single,\n     All things by a law divine\n     In one another's being mingle—\n     Why not I with thine?\n\n     See the mountains kiss high heaven\n     And the waves clasp one another;\n     No sister-flower would be forgiven\n     If it disdain'd its brother:\n     And the sunlight clasps the earth,\n     And the moonbeams kiss the sea—\n     What are all these kissings worth,\n     If thou kiss not me?","themes":["love","nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"184","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"81d16450c98113b17557dd9a6a5a40ece4c1735f57cc732e34c28f496428fb4b","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-185","title":"Echoes","poet":"Thomas Moore","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"How sweet the answer Echo makes\n     To Music at night\n     When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes,\n     And far away o'er lawns and lakes\n     Goes answering light!\n\n     Yet Love hath echoes truer far\n     And far more sweet\n     Than e'er, beneath the moonlight's star,\n     Of horn or lute or soft guitar\n     The songs repeat.\n\n     'Tis when the sigh,—in youth sincere\n     And only then,\n     The sigh that's breathed for one to hear—\n     Is by that one, that only Dear\n     Breathed back again.","themes":["love","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"185","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"20fc355f538dadceee23c140aa597af380d294ce68588266779f662e6050ba9a","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-186","title":"A Serenade","poet":"Walter Scott","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh,\n       The sun has left the lea,\n     The orange-flower perfumes the bower,\n       The breeze is on the sea.\n     The lark, his lay who trill'd all day,\n       Sits hush'd his partner nigh;\n     Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour,\n       But where is County Guy?\n\n     The village maid steals through the shade\n       Her shepherd's suit to hear;\n     To Beauty shy, by lattice high,\n       Sings high-born Cavalier.\n     The star of Love, all stars above,\n       Now reigns o'er earth and sky,\n     And high and low the influence know—\n       But where is County Guy?","themes":["love","nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"186","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"cdb2f25902d4796e09d0477836de06980df1f8885a5db5dab1e6eba40d756334","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-187","title":"To The Evening Star","poet":"Thomas Campbell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Gem of the crimson-colour'd Even,\n     Companion of retiring day,\n     Why at the closing gates of heaven,\n     Beloved Star, dost thou delay?\n\n     So fair thy pensile beauty burns\n     When soft the tear of twilight flows;\n     So due thy plighted love returns\n     To chambers brighter than the rose;\n\n     To Peace, to Pleasure, and to love\n     So kind a star thou seem'st to be,\n     Sure some enamour'd orb above\n     Descends and burns to meet with thee.\n\n     Thine is the breathing, blushing hour\n     When all unheavenly passions fly,\n     Chased by the soul-subduing power\n     Of Love's delicious witchery.\n\n     O! sacred to the fall of day\n     Queen of propitious stars, appear,\n     And early rise, and long delay\n     When Caroline herself is here!\n\n     Shine on her chosen green resort\n     Whose trees the sunward summit crown,\n     And wanton flowers, that well may court\n     An angel's feet to tread them down:—\n\n     Shine on her sweetly scented road\n     Thou star of evening's purple dome,\n     That lead'st the nightingale abroad,\n     And guid'st the pilgrim to his home.\n\n     Shine where my charmer's sweeter breath\n     Embalms the soft exhaling dew,\n     Where dying winds a sigh bequeath\n     To kiss the cheek of rosy hue:—\n\n     Where, winnow'd by the gentle air,\n     Her silken tresses darkly flow\n     And fall upon her brow so fair,\n     Like shadows on the mountain snow.\n\n     Thus, ever thus, at day's decline\n     In converse sweet to wander far—\n     O bring with thee my Caroline,\n     And thou shalt be my Ruling Star!","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"187","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"d98a04de7c15301f6d089e7d28dc20b9b6e17e053043505e826eae3ccdc39bcf","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-188","title":"To The Night","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Swiftly walk over the western wave,\n                 Spirit of Night!\n     Out of the misty eastern cave\n     Where all the long and lone daylight\n     Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear\n     Which make thee terrible and dear,—\n                 Swift be thy flight!\n\n     Wrap thy form in a mantle gray,\n                 Star-inwrought!\n     Blind with thine hair the eyes of day,\n     Kiss her until she be wearied out,\n     Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land,\n     Touching all with thine opiate wand—\n                 Come, long-sought!\n\n     When I arose and saw the dawn,\n                 I sigh'd for thee;\n     When light rode high, and the dew was gone,\n     And noon lay heavy on flower and tree,\n     And the weary Day turn'd to his rest,\n     Lingering like an unloved guest,\n                 I sigh'd for thee.\n\n     Thy brother Death came, and cried,\n                 Wouldst thou me?\n     Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed,\n     Murmur'd like a noon-tide bee\n     Shall I nestle near thy side?\n     Wouldst thou me?—And I replied\n                 No, not thee!\n\n     Death will come when thou art dead,\n                 Soon, too soon—\n     Sleep will come when thou art fled;\n     Of neither would I ask the boon\n     I ask of thee, belovéd Night—\n     Swift be thine approaching flight,\n                 Come soon, soon!","themes":["love","nature","hope","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"188","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"f51ef330d1e939312e95891843195ea86d95ec5829cd39c4e9d16bd97a5fdf60","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-189","title":"To A Distant Friend","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant\n     Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air\n     Of absence withers what was once so fair?\n     Is there no debt to pay, no boon to grant?\n\n     Yet have my thoughts for thee been vigilant,\n     Bound to thy service with unceasing care—\n     The mind's least generous wish a mendicant\n     For nought but what thy happiness could spare.\n\n     Speak!—though this soft warm heart, once free to hold\n     A thousand tender pleasures, thine and mine,\n     Be left more desolate, more dreary cold\n     Than a forsaken bird's-nest fill'd with snow\n     'Mid its own bush of leafless eglantine—\n     Speak, that my torturing doubts their end may know!","themes":["love","nature","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"189","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"424aafbb0c0b6579ac6cafe0330239f4249df00cff72a374eb8e78eb2359ed55","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-190","title":"When we two parted","poet":"Lord Byron","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"When we two parted\n          In silence and tears,\n          Half broken-hearted\n          To sever for years,\n          Pale grew thy cheek and cold,\n          Colder thy kiss;\n          Truly that hour foretold\n          Sorrow to this!\n\n          The dew of the morning\n          Sunk chill on my brow;\n          It felt like the warning\n          Of what I feel now.\n          Thy vows are all broken,\n          And light is thy fame:\n          I hear thy name spoken,\n          And share in its shame.\n\n          They name thee before me,\n          A knell to mine ear;\n          A shudder comes o'er me—\n          Why wert thou so dear?\n          They know not I knew thee,\n          Who knew thee too well:\n          Long, long shall I rue thee\n          Too deeply to tell.\n\n          In secret we met:\n          In silence I grieve\n          That thy heart could forget,\n          Thy spirit deceive.\n          If I should meet thee\n          After long years,\n          How should I greet thee?—\n          With silence and tears.","themes":["love","grief","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"190","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"a91ea54301953c3255ba384defc855dc01899a9f61b0490f8fa50e81bc9872d5","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-191","title":"Happy Insensibility","poet":"John Keats","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"In a drear-nighted December,\n     Too happy, happy Tree\n     Thy branches ne'er remember\n     Their green felicity:\n     The north cannot undo them\n     With a sleety whistle through them,\n     Nor frozen thawings glue them\n     From budding at the prime.\n\n     In a drear-nighted December\n     Too happy, happy Brook\n     Thy bubblings ne'er remember\n     Apollo's summer look;\n     But with a sweet forgetting\n     They stay their crystal fretting,\n     Never, never petting\n     About the frozen time.\n\n     Ah! would 'twere so with many\n     A gentle girl and boy!\n     But were there ever any\n     Writhed not at passéd joy?\n     To know the change and feel it,\n     When there is none to heal it\n     Nor numbéd sense to steal it—\n     Was never said in rhyme.","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"191","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"8fb5da6f8fadeb5f2f43d9c208a715207a34e401a908677489f1eb9b262e7f6f","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-192","title":"Where shall the lover rest","poet":"Walter Scott","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Where shall the lover rest\n      Whom the fates sever\n     From his true maiden's breast\n      Parted for ever?\n     Where, through groves deep and high\n      Sounds the far billow,\n     Where early violets die\n      Under the willow.\n        Eleu loro\n      Soft shall be his pillow.\n\n     There, through the summer day\n      Cool streams are laving:\n     There, while the tempests sway,\n      Scarce are boughs waving;\n     There thy rest shalt thou take,\n      Parted for ever,\n     Never again to wake\n      Never, O never!\n        Eleu loro\n      Never, O never!\n\n     Where shall the traitor rest,\n      He, the deceiver,\n     Who would win maiden's breast,\n      Ruin, and leave her?\n     In the lost battle,\n      Borne down by the flying,\n     Where mingles war's rattle\n      With groans of the dying;\n        Eleu loro\n      There shall he be lying.\n\n     Her wing shall the eagle flap\n      O'er the falsehearted;\n     His warm blood the wolf shall lap\n      Ere life be parted:\n     Shame and dishonour sit\n      By his grave ever;\n     Blessing shall hallow it\n      Never, O never!\n        Eleu loro\n      Never, O never!","themes":["love","nature","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"192","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"75234379020b6acbc2026bf64d7dacfa47e1c6554c4df48f3e81c392523271a0","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-193","title":"La Belle Dame Sans Merci","poet":"John Keats","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"\"O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,\n      Alone and palely loitering?\n     The sedge has wither'd from the lake,\n      And no birds sing.\n\n     \"O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,\n      So haggard and so woe-begone?\n     The squirrel's granary is full,\n      And the harvest's done.\n\n     \"I see a lily on thy brow\n      With anguish moist and fever-dew,\n     And on thy cheeks a fading rose\n      Fast withereth too.\"\n\n     \"I met a lady in the meads,\n      Full beautiful—a faery's child,\n     Her hair was long, her foot was light,\n      And her eyes were wild.\n\n     \"I made a garland for her head,\n      And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;\n     She look'd at me as she did love,\n      And made sweet moan.\n\n     \"I set her on my pacing steed\n      And nothing else saw all day long,\n     For sidelong would she bend, and sing\n      A faery's song.\n\n     \"She found me roots of relish sweet,\n      And honey wild and manna-dew,\n     And sure in language strange she said,\n      'I love thee true.'\n\n     \"She took me to her elfin grot,\n      And there she wept, and sigh'd full sore,\n     And there I shut her wild wild eyes\n      With kisses four.\n\n     \"And there she lulléd me asleep,\n      And there I dream'd—Ah! woe betide!\n     The latest dream I ever dream'd\n      On the cold hill's side.\n\n     \"I saw pale kings and princes too,\n      Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;\n     They cried—'La belle Dame sans Merci\n      Hath thee in thrall!'\n\n     \"I saw their starved lips in the gloam\n      With horrid warning gapéd wide,\n     And I awoke and found me here,\n      On the cold hill's side.\n\n     \"And this is why I sojourn here\n      Alone and palely loitering,\n     Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake,\n      And no birds sing.\"","themes":["love","nature","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"193","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"ed89de819711802000557296e752deb41b631dc76feefe214fdfa7a382335772","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-194","title":"The Rover","poet":"Walter Scott","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"\"A weary lot is thine, fair maid,\n       A weary lot is thine!\n     To pull the thorn thy brow to braid,\n       And press the rue for wine.\n     A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien,\n       A feather of the blue,\n     A doublet of the Lincoln green—\n       No more of me you knew,\n                   My Love!\n     No more of me you knew.\n\n     \"The morn is merry June, I trow,\n       The rose is budding fain;\n     But she shall bloom in winter snow\n       Ere we two meet again.\"\n     He turn'd his charger as he spake\n       Upon the river shore,\n     He gave the bridle-reins a shake,\n       Said \"Adieu for evermore,\n                   My Love!\n     And adieu for evermore.\"","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"194","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"2a5b0fb4f125d4632d9b7046379bd86b1edcf09702fdf9593781e656d17d2206","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-195","title":"The Flight Of Love","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"When the lamp is shatter'd,\n     The light in the dust lies dead—\n     When the cloud is scatter'd,\n     The rainbow's glory is shed.\n     When the lute is broken,\n     Sweet tones are remember'd not;\n     When the lips have spoken,\n     Loved accents are soon forgot.\n\n     As music and splendour\n     Survive not the lamp and the lute,\n     The heart's echoes render\n     No song when the spirit is mute—\n     No song but sad dirges,\n     Like the wind through a ruin'd cell,\n     Or the mournful surges\n     That ring the dead seaman's knell.\n\n     When hearts have once mingled,\n     Love first leaves the well-built nest;\n     The weak one is singled\n     To endure what it once possest.\n     O Love! who bewailest\n     The frailty of all things here,\n     Why choose you the frailest\n     For your cradle, your home, and your bier?\n\n     Its passions will rock thee\n     As the storms rock the ravens on high;\n     Bright reason will mock thee\n     Like the sun from a wintry sky.\n     From thy nest every rafter\n     Will rot, and thine eagle home\n     Leave thee naked to laughter,\n     When leaves fall and cold winds come.","themes":["love","time","death","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"195","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"0509cff1f5b9fdddba588abfbaf1be40799a21a29701eb14c8230f3d86193c33","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-196","title":"The Maid Of Neidpath","poet":"Walter Scott","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O lovers' eyes are sharp to see,\n      And lovers' ears in hearing;\n     And love, in life's extremity\n      Can lend an hour of cheering.\n     Disease had been in Mary's bower\n      And slow decay from mourning,\n     Though now she sits on Neidpath's tower\n      To watch her Love's returning.\n\n     All sunk and dim her eyes so bright,\n      Her form decay'd by pining,\n     Till through her wasted hand, at night,\n      You saw the taper shining.\n     By fits a sultry hectic hue\n      Across her cheek was flying;\n     By fits so ashy pale she grew\n      Her maidens thought her dying.\n\n     Yet keenest powers to see and hear\n      Seem'd in her frame residing;\n     Before the watch-dog prick'd his ear\n      She heard her lover's riding;\n     Ere scarce a distant form was kenn'd\n      She knew and waved to greet him,\n     And o'er the battlement did bend\n      As on the wing to meet him.\n\n     He came—he pass'd—an heedless gaze\n      As o'er some stranger glancing;\n     Her welcome, spoke in faltering phrase,\n      Lost in his courser's prancing—\n\n     The castle-arch, whose hollow tone\n      Returns each whisper spoken,\n     Could scarcely catch the feeble moan\n      Which told her heart was broken.","themes":["love","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"196","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"f784dd615257899b94557c72cdb06ae3a7fae63d39e9d17ed0ac1b1c9997edea","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-197","title":"The Maid Of Neidpath","poet":"Thomas Campbell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Earl March look'd on his dying child,\n      And smit with grief to view her—\n     The youth, he cried, whom I exiled\n      Shall be restored to woo her.\n\n     She's at the window many an hour\n      His coming to discover:\n     And he look'd up to Ellen's bower\n      And she look'd on her lover—\n\n     But ah! so pale, he knew her not,\n      Though her smile on him was dwelling—\n     And am I then forgot—forgot?\n      It broke the heart of Ellen.\n\n     In vain he weeps, in vain he sighs,\n      Her cheek is cold as ashes;\n     Nor love's own kiss shall wake those eyes\n      To lift their silken lashes.","themes":["love","grief","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"197","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"5e457738ae0f0bb1f6b8e5c74251be8a0295b95e5e598bb8d0213eb04d8bd111","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-198","title":"Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art—","poet":"John Keats","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art—\n     Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,\n     And watching, with eternal lids apart,\n     Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,\n\n     The moving waters at their priestlike task\n     Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,\n     Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask\n     Of snow upon the mountains and the moors:—\n\n     No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,\n     Pillow'd upon my fair Love's ripening breast\n     To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,\n     Awake for ever in a sweet unrest;\n\n     Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,\n     And so live ever,—or else swoon to death.","themes":["love","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"198","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"56ede33aee28dff87014a11a2996ee45d6555a004e8a86e10acb0d528231d3ae","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-199","title":"The Terror Of Death","poet":"John Keats","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"When I have fears that I may cease to be\n     Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,\n     Before high-piléd books, in charact'ry,\n     Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;\n\n     When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,\n     Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,\n     And think that I may never live to trace\n     Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;\n\n     And when I feel, fair Creature of an hour!\n     That I shall never look upon thee more,\n     Never have relish in the fairy power\n     Of unreflecting love—then on the shore\n\n     Of the wide world I stand alone, and think,\n     Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.","themes":["love","loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"199","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"19a441a72edf6a972eec8b374d8834a99c048ac65f87aa07243fcac393779c05","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-200","title":"Desideria","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Surprized by joy—impatient as the wind—\n     I turn'd to share the transport—Oh, with whom\n     But Thee—deep buried in the silent tomb,\n     That spot which no vicissitude can find?\n\n     Love, faithful love recall'd thee to my mind—\n     But how could I forget thee? Through what power\n     Even for the least division of an hour\n     Have I been so beguiled as to be blind\n\n     To my most grievous loss?—That thought's return\n     Was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore\n     Save one, one only, when I stood forlorn,\n\n     Knowing my heart's best treasure was no more;\n     That neither present time, nor years unborn\n     Could to my sight that heavenly face restore.","themes":["love","grief","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"200","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"8acdaa1e91a9f11aad0608769cd5bab5ab2f189e0b9369b1ce0157a8a7db727c","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-201","title":"At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping","poet":"Thomas Moore","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping,\n           I fly\n     To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in\n           thine eye;\n     And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions\n           of air\n     To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to\n           me there\n     And tell me our love is remember'd even in the sky!\n\n     Then I sing the wild song it once was rapture to hear\n     When our voices, commingling, breathed like one on\n           the ear;\n     And as Echo far off through the vale my sad orison\n           rolls,\n     I think, O my love! 'tis thy voice, from the Kingdom\n           of Souls\n     Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear.","themes":["love","grief","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"201","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"8d033e418ae8c2063b6e04ea56b9e7d8c654f6a04eac6701ea3b6c65c5eb5ad0","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-202","title":"Elegy On Thyrza","poet":"Lord Byron","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"And thou art dead, as young and fair\n       As aught of mortal birth;\n     And forms so soft and charms so rare\n       Too soon return'd to Earth!\n     Though Earth received them in her bed,\n     And o'er the spot the crowd may tread\n       In carelessness or mirth,\n     There is an eye which could not brook\n     A moment on that grave to look.\n\n     I will not ask where thou liest low\n       Nor gaze upon the spot;\n     There flowers and weeds at will may grow\n       So I behold them not:\n     It is enough for me to prove\n     That what I loved and long must love\n       Like common earth can rot;\n     To me there needs no stone to tell\n     'Tis Nothing that I loved so well.\n\n     Yet did I love thee to the last,\n       As fervently as thou\n     Who didst not change through all the past\n       And canst not alter now.\n     The love where Death has set his seal\n     Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,\n       Nor falsehood disavow:\n     And, what were worse, thou canst not see\n     Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.\n\n     The better days of life were ours;\n       The worst can be but mine:\n     The sun that cheers, the storm that lours\n       Shall never more be thine.\n     The silence of that dreamless sleep\n     I envy now too much to weep;\n       Nor need I to repine\n     That all those charms have pass'd away\n     I might have watch'd through long decay.\n\n     The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd\n       Must fall the earliest prey;\n     Though by no hand untimely snatch'd,\n       The leaves must drop away.\n     And yet it were a greater grief\n     To watch it withering, leaf by leaf,\n       Than see it pluck'd to-day;\n     Since earthly eye but ill can bear\n     To trace the change from foul to fair.\n\n     I know not if I could have borne\n       To see thy beauties fade;\n     The night that follow'd such a morn\n       Had worn a deeper shade:\n     Thy day without a cloud hath past,\n     And thou wert lovely to the last,\n       Extinguish'd, not decay'd;\n     As stars that shoot along the sky\n     Shine brightest as they fall from high.\n\n     As once I wept if I could weep,\n       My tears might well be shed\n     To think I was not near, to keep\n       One vigil o'er thy bed:\n     To gaze, how fondly! on thy face,\n     To fold thee in a faint embrace,\n       Uphold thy drooping head;\n     And show that love, however vain,\n     Nor thou nor I can feel again.\n\n     Yet how much less it were to gain,\n       Though thou hast left me free,\n     The loveliest things that still remain\n       Than thus remember thee!\n     The all of thine that cannot die\n     Through dark and dread Eternity\n       Returns again to me,\n     And more thy buried love endears\n     Than aught except its living years.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"202","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"3901e076c602dd2225d180fa6add538d51d1968b87f9b951a50b832dc13684ed","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-203","title":"One word is too often profaned","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"One word is too often profaned\n       For me to profane it,\n     One feeling too falsely disdain'd\n       For thee to disdain it.\n     One hope is too like despair\n       For prudence to smother,\n     And Pity from thee more dear\n       Than that from another.\n\n     I can give not what men call love;\n       But wilt thou accept not\n     The worship the heart lifts above\n       And the Heavens reject not:\n     The desire of the moth for the star,\n       Of the night for the morrow,\n     The devotion to something afar\n       From the sphere of our sorrow?","themes":["love","hope","grief","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"203","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"3ffb08d9d815ae6d6bc3e538359a89689e2339f1e893504b12cf2e7016aecd7f","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-204","title":"Gathering Song Of Donald The Black","poet":"Walter Scott","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Pibroch of Donuil Dhu\n        Pibroch of Donuil\n       Wake thy wild voice anew,\n        Summon Clan Conuil.\n       Come away, come away,\n        Hark to the summons!\n       Come in your war-array,\n        Gentles and commons.\n\n       Come from deep glen, and\n        From mountain so rocky;\n       The war-pipe and pennon\n        Are at Inverlochy.\n       Come every hill-plaid, and\n        True heart that wears one,\n       Come every steel blade, and\n        Strong hand that bears one.\n\n       Leave untended the herd,\n        The flock without shelter;\n       Leave the corpse uninterr'd,\n        The bride at the altar;\n       Leave the deer, leave the steer,\n        Leave nets and barges:\n       Come with your fighting gear,\n        Broadswords and targes.\n\n       Come as the winds come, when\n        Forests are rended,\n       Come as the waves come, when\n        Navies are stranded:\n       Faster come, faster come,\n        Faster and faster,\n       Chief, vassal, page and groom,\n        Tenant and master.\n\n       Fast they come, fast they come;\n        See how they gather!\n       Wide waves the eagle plume\n        Blended with heather.\n       Cast your plaids, draw your blades,\n        Forward each man set!\n       Pibroch of Donuil Dhu\n        Knell for the onset!","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"204","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"8365b664573d66a013faf99759d0a975b3446bce925955e896de24075b17a13a","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-205","title":"A wet sheet and a flowing sea","poet":"Allan Cunningham","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"A wet sheet and a flowing sea,\n       A wind that follows fast\n     And fills the white and rustling sail\n       And bends the gallant mast;\n     And bends the gallant mast, my boys,\n       While like the eagle free\n     Away the good ship flies, and leaves\n       Old England on the lee.\n\n     O for a soft and gentle wind!\n       I heard a fair one cry;\n     But give to me the snoring breeze\n       And white waves heaving high;\n     And white waves heaving high, my lads,\n       The good ship tight and free—\n     The world of waters is our home,\n       And merry men are we.\n\n     There's tempest in yon hornéd moon,\n       And lightning in yon cloud;\n     But hark the music, mariners!\n       The wind is piping loud;\n     The wind is piping loud, my boys,\n       The lightning flashes free—\n     While the hollow oak our palace is,\n       Our heritage the sea.","themes":["time","night","home","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"205","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"6b965b025456647148a73dcd70a1f05eb46f63fc2960c54fcd7071052a543f16","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-206","title":"Ye Mariners of England","poet":"Thomas Campbell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Ye Mariners of England\n     That guard our native seas!\n     Whose flag has braved, a thousand years\n     The battle and the breeze!\n     Your glorious standard launch again\n     To match another foe:\n     And sweep through the deep,\n     While the stormy winds do blow;\n     While the battle rages loud and long\n     And the stormy winds do blow.\n\n     The spirits of your fathers\n     Shall start from every wave—\n     For the deck it was their field of fame,\n     And Ocean was their grave:\n     Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell\n     Your manly hearts shall glow,\n     As ye sweep through the deep,\n     While the stormy winds do blow;\n     While the battle rages loud and long\n     And the stormy winds do blow.\n\n     Britannia needs no bulwarks,\n     No towers along the steep;\n     Her march is o'er the mountain waves,\n     Her home is on the deep.\n     With thunders from her native oak\n     She quells the floods below—\n     As they roar on the shore,\n     When the stormy winds do blow;\n     When the battle rages loud and long\n     And the stormy winds do blow.\n\n     The meteor flag of England\n     Shall yet terrific burn;\n     Till danger's troubled night depart\n     And the star of peace return.\n     Then, then, ye ocean-warriors!\n     Our song and feast shall flow\n     To the fame of your name,\n     When the storm has ceased to blow;\n     When the fiery fight is heard no more,\n     And the storm has ceased to blow.","themes":["time","death","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"206","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"500d2f4915db60ffab166c98a26412693e0098752f9cfb9342ae61942d6f632c","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-207","title":"Battle Of The Baltic","poet":"Thomas Campbell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Of Nelson and the North\n     Sing the glorious day's renown,\n     When to battle fierce came forth\n     All the might of Denmark's crown,\n     And her arms along the deep proudly shone;\n     By each gun the lighted brand\n     In a bold determined hand,\n     And the Prince of all the land\n     Led them on.\n\n     Like leviathans afloat\n     Lay their bulwarks on the brine;\n     While the sign of battle flew\n     On the lofty British line:\n     It was ten of April morn by the chime:\n     As they drifted on their path\n     There was silence deep as death;\n     And the boldest held his breath\n     For a time.\n\n     But the might of England flush'd\n     To anticipate the scene;\n     And her van the fleeter rush'd\n     O'er the deadly space between.\n     \"Hearts of oak!\" our captains cried, when each gun\n     From its adamantine lips\n     Spread a death-shade round the ships,\n     Like the hurricane eclipse\n     Of the sun.\n\n     Again! again! again!\n     And the havoc did not slack,\n     Till a feeble cheer the Dane\n     To our cheering sent us back;—\n     Their shots along the deep slowly boom:—\n     Then ceased—and all is wail,\n     As they strike the shatter'd sail,\n     Or in conflagration pale\n     Light the gloom.\n\n     Out spoke the victor then\n     As he hail'd them o'er the wave,\n     \"Ye are brothers! ye are men!\n     And we conquer but to save:—\n     So peace instead of death let us bring:\n     But yield, proud foe, thy fleet\n     With the crews, at England's feet,\n     And make submission meet\n     To our King.\"\n\n     Then Denmark blest our chief\n     That he gave her wounds repose;\n     And the sounds of joy and grief\n     From her people wildly rose,\n     As death withdrew his shades from the day:\n     While the sun look'd smiling bright\n     O'er a wide and woeful sight,\n     Where the fires of funeral light\n     Died away.\n\n     Now joy, old England, raise!\n     For the tidings of thy might,\n     By the festal cities' blaze,\n     Whilst the wine-cup shines in light;\n     And yet amidst that joy and uproar,\n     Let us think of them that sleep\n     Full many a fathom deep\n     By thy wild and stormy steep,\n     Elsinore!\n\n     Brave hearts! to Britain's pride\n     Once so faithful and so true,\n     On the deck of fame that died\n     With the gallant good Riou:\n     Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their grave!\n     While the billow mournful rolls\n     And the mermaid's song condoles\n     Singing glory to the souls\n     Of the brave!","themes":["nature","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"207","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"fb3e44bf20d4cc7bbf91c232476c28b135d742f033f8f657b75791d9dc1d5c3e","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-208","title":"Ode To Duty","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Stern Daughter of the voice of God!\n       O Duty! if that name thou love\n       Who art a light to guide, a rod\n       To check the erring, and reprove;\n       Thou who art victory and law\n       When empty terrors overawe;\n       From vain temptations dost set free,\n     And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!\n\n       There are who ask not if thine eye\n       Be on them; who, in love and truth\n       Where no misgiving is, rely\n       Upon the genial sense of youth:\n       Glad hearts! without reproach or blot,\n       Who do thy work, and know it not:\n       Oh! if through confidence misplaced\n     They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power! around them cast.\n\n       Serene will be our days and bright\n       And happy will our nature be\n       When love is an unerring light,\n       And joy its own security.\n       And they a blissful course may hold\n       Ev'n now who, not unwisely bold,\n       Live in the spirit of this creed;\n     Yet find that other strength, according to their need.\n\n       I, loving freedom, and untried;\n       No sport of every random gust,\n       Yet being to myself a guide,\n       Too blindly have reposed my trust:\n       And oft, when in my heart was heard\n       Thy timely mandate, I deferr'd\n       The task, in smoother walks to stray;\n     But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may.\n\n       Through no disturbance of my soul\n       Or strong compunction in me wrought,\n       I supplicate for thy controul,\n       But in the quietness of thought:\n       Me this uncharter'd freedom tires;\n       I feel the weight of chance desires;\n       My hopes no more must change their name;\n     I long for a repose which ever is the same.\n\n       Stern lawgiver! yet thou dost wear\n       The Godhead's most benignant grace;\n       Nor know we anything so fair\n       As is the smile upon thy face:\n       Flowers laugh before thee on their beds,\n       And fragrance in thy footing treads;\n       Thou dost preserve the Stars from wrong;\n     And the most ancient Heavens, through thee, are fresh and strong.\n\n       To humbler functions, awful Power!\n       I call thee: I myself commend\n       Unto thy guidance from this hour;\n       O let my weakness have an end!\n       Give unto me, made lowly wise,\n       The spirit of self-sacrifice;\n       The confidence of reason give;\n     And in the light of Truth thy bondman let me live.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"208","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"a75ec0904c884a15e256f9aa01ff8e892c3abaf6ebddf2dbdb5109710d642f55","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-209","title":"On The Castle Of Chillon","poet":"Lord Byron","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!\n     Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art—\n     For there thy habitation is the heart—\n     The heart which love of Thee alone can bind;\n\n     And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd,\n     To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom,\n     Their country conquers with their martyrdom\n     And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.\n\n     Chillon! thy prison is a holy place\n     And thy sad floor an altar, for 'twas trod\n     Until his very steps have left a trace\n\n     Worn as if thy cold pavement were a sod,\n     By Bonnivard! May none those marks efface!\n     For they appeal from tyranny to God.","themes":["love","spirituality","loneliness","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"209","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"f65f5b83d052c3a4f6ce57cf23422febb5850f7f363889e262568bdf10cda09d","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-210","title":"England And Switzerland","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"1802.\n\n     Two Voices are there; one is of the Sea,\n     One of the Mountains; each a mighty voice:\n     In both from age to age thou didst rejoice,\n     They were thy chosen music, Liberty!\n\n     There came a tyrant, and with holy glee\n     Thou fought'st against him,—but hast vainly striven:\n     Thou from thy Alpine holds at length are driven\n     Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee.\n\n     —Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft;\n     Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left—\n     For, high-soul'd Maid, what sorrow would it be\n\n     That Mountain floods should thunder as before,\n     And Ocean bellow from his rocky shore,\n     And neither awful Voice be heard by Thee!","themes":["grief","time","spirituality","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"210","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"6a9cc83d090eaea44bbcd0d4d5f6a22885e12ee6e69f17ac1c7dfb306ac9d735","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-211","title":"On The Extinction Of The Venetian Republic","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee\n     And was the safeguard of the West; the worth\n     Of Venice did not fall below her birth,\n     Venice, the eldest child of liberty.\n\n     She was a maiden city, bright and free;\n     No guile seduced, no force could violate;\n     And when she took unto herself a mate,\n     She must espouse the everlasting Sea.\n\n     And what if she had seen those glories fade,\n     Those titles vanish, and that strength decay,—\n     Yet shall some tribute of regret be paid\n\n     When her long life hath reach'd its final day:\n     Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade\n     Of that which once was great has pass'd away.","themes":["home","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"211","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"876919194d6bbc1e32a7cd66760af19c3afcff22d9a6aa1226f7c4de630f5263","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-212","title":"London, Mdcccii","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O Friend! I know not which way I must look\n     For comfort, being, as I am, opprest\n     To think that now our life is only drest\n     For show; mean handiwork of craftsman, cook,\n\n     Or groom!—We must run glittering like a brook\n     In the open sunshine, or we are unblest;\n     The wealthiest man among us is the best:\n     No grandeur now in Nature or in book\n\n     Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense,\n     This is idolatry; and these we adore:\n     Plain living and high thinking are no more:\n\n     The homely beauty of the good old cause\n     Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence,\n     And pure religion breathing household laws.","themes":["time","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"212","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"7c8dfd1338fa2d5d1afd6ae0e60b7d9fdcb0820650a7f2c656419319f146f451","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-213","title":"The Same","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour:\n     England hath need of thee: she is a fen\n     Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,\n     Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,\n\n     Have forfeited their ancient English dower\n     Of inward happiness. We are selfish men\n     O! raise us up, return to us again;\n     And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.\n\n     Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart:\n     Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea,\n     Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free;\n\n     So didst thou travel on life's common way\n     In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart\n     The lowliest duties on herself did lay.","themes":["love","spirituality","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"213","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"0727972ef6a734722c1f21769997202c614b9c7330df04f000d2e3584b35e7a0","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-214","title":"When I have borne in memory what has tamed","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"When I have borne in memory what has tamed\n     Great nations; how ennobling thoughts depart\n     When men change swords for ledgers, and desert\n     The student's bower for gold,—some fears unnamed\n\n     I had, my Country!—am I to be blamed?\n     Now, when I think of thee, and what thou art,\n     Verily, in the bottom of my heart\n     Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed.\n\n     For dearly must we prize thee; we who find\n     In thee a bulwark of the cause of men;\n     And I by my affection was beguiled:\n\n     What wonder if a Poet now and then,\n     Among the many movements of his mind,\n     Felt for thee as a lover or a child!","themes":["love","time","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"214","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"80b6ae3076a97010eff74c4ea437cbe15832d3da8b62c8a90f2e86e62eeb8653","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-215","title":"Hohenlinden","poet":"Thomas Campbell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"On Linden, when the sun was low,\n     All bloodless lay the untrodden snow;\n     And dark as winter was the flow\n        Of Iser, rolling rapidly.\n\n     But Linden saw another sight,\n     When the drum beat at dead of night\n     Commanding fires of death to light\n        The darkness of her scenery.\n\n     By torch and trumpet fast array'd\n     Each horseman drew his battle-blade,\n     And furious every charger neigh'd\n        To join the dreadful revelry.\n\n     Then shook the hills with thunder riven;\n     Then rush'd the steed, to battle driven;\n     And louder than the bolts of Heaven\n        Far flash'd the red artillery.\n\n     But redder yet that light shall glow\n     On Linden's hills of stainéd snow;\n     And bloodier yet the torrent flow\n        Of Iser, rolling rapidly.\n\n     'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun\n     Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun,\n     Where furious Frank and fiery Hun\n       Shout in their sulphurous canopy.\n\n     The combat deepens. On, ye Brave\n     Who rush to glory, or the grave!\n     Wave, Munich all thy banners wave,\n        And charge with all thy chivalry!\n\n     Few, few shall part, where many meet!\n     The snow shall be their winding-sheet,\n     And every turf beneath their feet\n        Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.","themes":["nature","hope","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"215","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"e65a31009fcaf2de7354d77c34c72e768137fe2833978de233fa6dbe3611ca19","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-216","title":"After Blenheim","poet":"Robert Southey","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"It was a summer evening,\n       Old Kaspar's work was done,\n     And he before his cottage door\n       Was sitting in the sun;\n     And by him sported on the green\n     His little grandchild Wilhelmine.\n\n     She saw her brother Peterkin\n       Roll something large and round\n     Which he beside the rivulet\n       In playing there had found\n     He came to ask what he had found\n     That was so large and smooth and round.\n\n     Old Kaspar took it from the boy\n       Who stood expectant by;\n     And then the old man shook his head,\n       And with a natural sigh\n     \"'Tis some poor fellow's skull,\" said he,\n     \"Who fell in the great victory.\n\n     \"I find then in the garden,\n       For there's many here about;\n     And often when I go to plough\n       The ploughshare turns them out.\n     For many thousand men,\" said he,\n     \"Were slain in that great victory.\"\n\n     \"Now tell us what 'twas all about,\"\n       Young Peterkin he cries;\n     And little Wilhelmine looks up\n       With wonder-waiting eyes;\n     \"Now tell us all about the war,\n     And what they fought each other for.\"\n\n     \"It was the English,\" Kaspar cried,\n       \"Who put the French to rout;\n     But what they fought each other for\n       I could not well make out.\n     But every body said,\" quoth he,\n     \"That 'twas a famous victory.\n\n     \"My father lived at Blenheim then,\n       Yon little stream hard by;\n     They burnt his dwelling to the ground,\n       And he was forced to fly:\n     So with his wife and child he fled,\n     Nor had he where to rest his head.\n\n     \"With fire and sword the country round\n       Was wasted far and wide,\n     And many a childing mother then\n       And newborn baby died:\n     But things like that, you know, must be\n     At every famous victory.\n\n     \"They say it was a shocking sight\n       After the field was won;\n     For many thousand bodies here\n       Lay rotting in the sun:\n     But things like that, you know, must be\n     After a famous victory.\n\n     \"Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won\n       And our good Prince Eugene\";\n     \"Why 'twas a very wicked thing!\"\n       Said little Wilhelmine;\n     \"Nay—nay—my little girl,\" quoth he,\n     \"It was a famous victory.\n\n     And every body praised the Duke\n       Who this great fight did win.\"\n     \"But what good came of it at last?\"\n       Quoth little Peterkin:—\n     \"Why that I cannot tell,\" said he,\n     \"But 'twas a famous victory.\"","themes":["nature","time","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"216","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"a7fe95bf2d60d375fe14c60b50a66549391fcac413caefca9dcdfdc84434feb2","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-217","title":"Pro Patria Mori","poet":"Thomas Moore","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"When he who adores thee has left but the name\n       Of his fault and his sorrows behind,\n     O! say wilt thou weep, when they darken the fame\n       Of a life that for thee was resign'd!\n     Yes, weep, and however my foes may condemn,\n       Thy tears shall efface their decree;\n     For, Heaven can witness, though guilty to them,\n       I have been but too faithful to thee.\n\n     With thee were the dreams of my earliest love;\n       Every thought of my reason was thine;\n     In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above\n       Thy name shall be mingled with mine!\n     O! blest are the lovers and friends who shall live\n       The days of thy glory to see;\n     But the next dearest blessing that Heaven can give\n       Is the pride of thus dying for thee.","themes":["love","grief","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"217","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"87424d87c09c40906c1ff9a7e6422cc1af360b83540c4cf4adf089a5e772f24f","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-218","title":"The Burial Of Sir John Moore At Corunna","poet":"Charles Wolfe","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,\n       As his corpse to the rampart we hurried;\n     Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot\n       O'er the grave where our hero we buried.\n\n     We buried him darkly at dead of night,\n       The sods with our bayonets turning;\n     By the struggling moonbeam's misty light\n       And the lantern dimly burning.\n\n     No useless coffin enclosed his breast,\n       Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him:\n     But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,\n       With his martial cloak around him.\n\n     Few and short were the prayers we said\n       And we spoke not a word of sorrow,\n     But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead,\n       And we bitterly thought of the morrow.\n\n     We thought, as we hollow'd his narrow bed\n       And smooth'd down his lonely pillow,\n     That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head,\n       And we far away on the billow!\n\n     Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone,\n       And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him—\n     But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on\n       In the grave where a Briton has laid him.\n\n     But half of our heavy task was done\n       When the clock struck the hour for retiring;\n     And we heard the distant and random gun\n       That the foe was sullenly firing.\n\n     Slowly and sadly we laid him down,\n       From the field of his fame fresh and gory;\n     We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone,\n       But we left him alone with his glory.","themes":["grief","loneliness","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"218","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"9b042f7d4120b2c4f144bea75d62611e15a91060d0957d57e0338beb4fbf5eed","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-219","title":"Simon Lee The Old Huntsman","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"In the sweet shire of Cardigan,\n     Not far from pleasant Ivor Hall,\n     An old man dwells, a little man,\n     I've heard he once was tall.\n     Full five-and-thirty years he lived\n     A running huntsman merry;\n     And still the centre of his cheek\n     Is red as a ripe cherry.\n\n     No man like him the horn could sound,\n     And hill and valley rang with glee,\n     When Echo bandied round and round\n     The halloo of Simon Lee.\n     In those proud days he little cared\n     For husbandry or tillage;\n     To blither tasks did Simon rouse\n     The sleepers of the village.\n\n     He all the country could outrun,\n     Could leave both man and horse behind;\n     And often, ere the chase was done,\n     He reel'd and was stone-blind.\n     And still there's something in the world\n     At which his heart rejoices;\n     For when the chiming hounds are out,\n     He dearly loves their voices.\n\n     But O the heavy change!—bereft\n     Of health, strength, friends, and kindred, see\n     Old Simon to the world is left\n     In liveried poverty:\n     His master's dead, and no one now\n     Dwells in the Hall of Ivor;\n     Men, dogs, and horses, all are dead;\n     He is the sole survivor.\n\n     And he is lean and he is sick,\n     His body dwindled and awry\n     Rests upon ankles swoln and thick;\n     His legs are thin and dry.\n     He has no son, he has no child;\n     His wife, an aged woman,\n     Lives with him, near the waterfall,\n     Upon the village common.\n\n     Beside their moss-grown hut of clay,\n     Not twenty paces from the door,\n     A scrap of land they have, but they\n     Are poorest of the poor.\n     This scrap of land he from the heath\n     Enclosed when he was stronger;\n     But what avails the land to them\n     Which he can till no longer?\n\n     Oft, working by her husband's side,\n     Ruth does what Simon cannot do;\n     For she, with scanty cause for pride,\n     Is stouter of the two.\n     And, though you with your utmost skill\n     From labour could not wean them,\n     'Tis little, very little, all\n     That they can do between them.\n\n     Few months of life has he in store\n     As he to you will tell,\n     For still, the more he works, the more\n     Do his weak ankles swell.\n     My gentle reader, I perceive\n     How patiently you've waited,\n     And now I fear that you expect\n     Some tale will be related.\n\n     O reader! had you in your mind\n     Such stores as silent thought can bring,\n     O gentle reader! you would find\n     A tale in everything.\n     What more I have to say is short,\n     And you must kindly take it;\n     It is no tale; but, should you think,\n     Perhaps a tale you'll make it.\n\n     One summer-day I chanced to see\n     This old man doing all he could\n     To unearth the root of an old tree,\n     A stump of rotten wood.\n     The mattock totter'd in his hand\n     So vain was his endeavour\n     That at the root of the old tree\n     He might have work'd for ever.\n\n     \"You're overtask'd, good Simon Lee,\n     Give me your tool,\" to him I said;\n     And at the word right gladly he\n     Received my proffer'd aid.\n     I struck, and with a single blow\n     The tangled root I sever'd,\n     At which the poor old man so long\n     And vainly had endeavour'd.\n\n     The tears into his eyes were brought,\n     And thanks and praises seem'd to run\n     So fast out of his heart, I thought\n     They never would have done.\n     —I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds\n     With coldness still returning;\n     Alas! the gratitude of men\n     Has oftener left me mourning.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"219","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"f4ab03d0d54121771ebc93f43c4815a0e67e4021604bc3eb2647e29dc78f5641","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-220","title":"The Old Familiar Faces","poet":"Charles Lamb","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I have had playmates, I have had companions\n     In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days;\n     All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.\n\n     I have been laughing, I have been carousing,\n     Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies;\n     All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.\n\n     I loved a Love once, fairest among women:\n     Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her—\n     All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.\n\n     I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man:\n     Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly;\n     Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.\n\n     Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood,\n     Earth seem'd a desert I was bound to traverse,\n     Seeking to find the old familiar faces.\n\n     Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother,\n     Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling?\n     So might we talk of the old familiar faces,\n\n     How some they have died, and some they have left me,\n     And some are taken from me; all are departed;\n     All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.","themes":["love","time","friendship","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"220","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"44269e4ecfbf2a59940bd11f4eea834fd765a53d5ad039e626662fd55b872ea7","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-221","title":"The Journey Onwards","poet":"Thomas Moore","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"As slow our ship her foamy track\n      Against the wind was cleaving,\n     Her trembling pennant still look'd back\n      To that dear isle 'twas leaving.\n     So loth we part from all we love,\n      From all the links that bind us;\n     So turn our hearts, as on we rove,\n      To those we've left behind us!\n\n     When, round the bowl, of vanish'd years\n      We talk with joyous seeming—\n     With smiles that might as well be tears,\n      So faint, so sad their beaming;\n     While memory brings us back again\n      Each early tie that twined us,\n     Oh, sweet's the cup that circles then\n      To those we've left behind us!\n\n     And when in other climes, we meet\n      Some isle or vale enchanting,\n     Where all looks flowery wild and sweet,\n      And nought but love is wanting;\n     We think how great had been our bliss\n      If Heaven had but assign'd us\n     To live and die in scenes like this,\n      With some we've left behind us!\n\n     As travellers oft look back at eve\n      When eastward darkly going,\n     To gaze upon that light they leave\n      Still faint behind them glowing,—\n     So, when the close of pleasure's day\n      To gloom hath near consign'd us,\n     We turn to catch our fading ray\n      Of joy that's left behind us.","themes":["love","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"221","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"6e7af603f26f9241ed128f57c36f70808536e36afdd2e88f3363902d0640fe67","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-222","title":"Youth And Age","poet":"Lord Byron","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away\n     When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay;\n     'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone which fades so fast,\n     But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.\n\n     Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness\n     Are driven o'er the shoals of guilt or ocean of excess:\n     The magnet of their course is gone, or only points in vain\n     The shore to which their shiver'd sail shall never stretch again.\n\n     Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down;\n     It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own;\n     That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears,\n     And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears.\n\n     Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast,\n     Through midnight hours that yield no more their former hope of rest;\n     'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreathe,\n     All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and gray beneath.\n\n     O could I feel as I have felt, or be what I have been,\n     Or weep as I could once have wept o'er many a vanish'd scene,—\n     As springs in deserts found seem sweet, all brackish though they be,\n     So midst the wither'd waste of life, those tears would flow to me!","themes":["love","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"222","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"a621561dad082f62046835608600bfd744bb4efc748b4df1680d587c426f9122","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-223","title":"A Lesson","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"There is a flower, the Lesser Celandine,\n     That shrinks like many more from cold and rain,\n     And the first moment that the sun may shine,\n     Bright as the sun himself, 'tis out again!\n\n     When hailstones have been falling, swarm on swarm,\n     Or blasts the green field and the trees distrest,\n     Oft have I seen it muffled up from harm\n     In close self-shelter, like a thing at rest.\n\n     But lately, one rough day, this flower I past,\n     And recognised it, though an alter'd form,\n     Now standing forth an offering to the blast,\n     And buffeted at will by rain and storm.\n\n     I stopp'd and said with inly-mutter'd voice,\n     \"It doth not love the shower, nor seek the cold;\n     This neither is its courage nor its choice,\n     But its necessity in being old.\n\n     \"The sunshine may not cheer it, nor the dew;\n     It cannot help itself in its decay;\n     Stiff in its members, wither'd, changed of hue.\"\n     And, in my spleen, I smiled that it was gray.\n\n     To be a prodigal's favourite—then, worse truth,\n     A miser's pensioner—behold our lot!\n     O Man! that from thy fair and shining youth\n     Age might but take the things Youth needed not!","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"223","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"761fea7ec514ffc57d00cfbb59d7749f74f3ee277df2a6e0a3c8ca7ef30e6772","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-224","title":"Past And Present","poet":"Thomas Hood","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I remember, I remember\n     The house where I was born,\n     The little window where the sun\n     Came peeping in at morn;\n     He never came a wink too soon\n     Nor brought too long a day;\n     But now, I often wish the night\n     Had borne my breath away.\n\n     I remember, I remember\n     The roses, red and white,\n     The violets, and the lily-cups—\n     Those flowers made of light!\n     The lilacs where the robin built,\n     And where my brother set\n     The laburnum on his birthday,—\n     The tree is living yet!\n\n     I remember, I remember\n     Where I was used to swing,\n     And thought the air must rush as fresh\n     To swallows on the wing;\n     My spirit flew in feathers then\n     That is so heavy now,\n     And summer pools could hardly cool\n     The fever on my brow.\n\n     I remember, I remember\n     The fir trees dark and high;\n     I used to think their slender tops\n     Were close against the sky:\n     It was a childish ignorance,\n     But now 'tis little joy\n     To know I'm farther off from Heaven\n     Than when I was a boy.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"224","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"6535a2e19d4ad7a0b8b7eee7bfafa7a27a7dc120b98d7463991a7761bab9bfba","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-225","title":"The Light Of Other Days","poet":"Thomas Moore","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Oft, in the stilly night,\n      Ere slumber's chain has bound me,\n     Fond Memory brings the light\n      Of other days around me:\n        The smiles, the tears\n        Of boyhood's years,\n      The words of love then spoken;\n        The eyes that shone,\n        Now dimm'd and gone,\n      The cheerful hearts now broken!\n     Thus in the stilly night,\n      Ere slumber's chain has bound me,\n     Sad Memory brings the light\n      Of other days around me.\n\n     When I remember all\n      The friends, so link'd together,\n     I've seen around me fall\n      Like leaves in wintry weather,\n        I feel like one\n        Who treads alone\n      Some banquet-hall deserted,\n        Whose lights are fled,\n        Whose garlands dead,\n      And all but he departed!\n     Thus in the stilly night,\n      Ere slumber's chain has bound me,\n     Sad Memory brings the light\n      Of other days around me.","themes":["love","grief","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"225","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"2a78fda7d92e2a3ec13bfa8ba53c62ff5ff1512d37957429ca8b8ab08ff03967","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-226","title":"Invocation","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Rarely, rarely, comest thou,\n       Spirit of Delight!\n     Wherefore hast thou left me now\n       Many a day and night?\n     Many a weary night and day\n     'Tis since thou art fled away.\n\n     How shall ever one like me\n       Win thee back again?\n     With the joyous and the free\n       Thou wilt scoff at pain.\n     Spirit false! thou hast forgot\n     All but those who need thee not.\n\n     As a lizard with the shade\n       Of a trembling leaf,\n     Thou with sorrow art dismay'd;\n       Even the sighs of grief\n     Reproach thee, that thou art not near,\n     And reproach thou wilt not hear.\n\n     Let me set my mournful ditty\n       To a merry measure;—\n     Thou wilt never come for pity,\n       Thou wilt come for pleasure;—\n     Pity then will cut away\n     Those cruel wings, and thou wilt stay.\n\n     I love all that thou lovest,\n       Spirit of Delight!\n     The fresh Earth in new leaves drest\n       And the starry night;\n     Autumn evening, and the morn\n     When the golden mists are born.\n\n     I love snow, and all the forms\n       Of the radiant frost;\n     I love waves, and winds, and storms,\n       Everything almost\n     Which is Nature's, and may be\n     Untainted by man's misery.\n\n     I love tranquil solitude,\n       And such society\n     As is quiet, wise, and good;\n       Between thee and me\n     What diff'rence? but thou dost possess\n     The things I seek, not love them less.\n\n     I love Love—though he has wings,\n       And like light can flee,\n     But above all other things,\n       Spirit, I love thee—\n     Thou art love and life! O come!\n     Make once more my heart thy home!","themes":["love","nature","grief","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"226","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"c7725ce7975dd08a376e103f8150c6b4edf1dbbe0bf7f099ddd181bdbb85b5bb","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-227","title":"Stanzas Written In Dejection Near Naples","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"The sun is warm, the sky is clear,\n         The waves are dancing fast and bright,\n         Blue isles and snowy mountains wear\n         The purple noon's transparent light:\n         The breath of the moist air is light\n         Around its unexpanded buds;\n         Like many a voice of one delight—\n         The winds', the birds', the ocean-floods'—\n     The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's.\n\n         I see the Deep's untrampled floor\n         With green and purple sea-weeds strown;\n         I see the waves upon the shore\n         Like light dissolved in star-showers thrown;\n         I sit upon the sands alone;\n         The lightning of the noon-tide ocean\n         Is flashing round me, and a tone\n         Arises from its measured motion—\n     How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion.\n\n         Alas! I have nor hope nor health,\n         Nor peace within nor calm around,\n         Nor that Content, surpassing wealth,\n         The sage in meditation found,\n         And walked with inward glory crown'd—\n         Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure;\n         Others I see whom these surround—\n         Smiling they live, and call life pleasure;\n     To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.\n\n         Yet now despair itself is mild\n         Even as the winds and waters are;\n         I could lie down like a tired child,\n         And weep away the life of care\n         Which I have borne, and yet must bear,\n         Till death like sleep might steal on me,\n         And I might feel in the warm air\n         My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea\n     Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"227","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"c57b83860169e10ef0ab2d87ef1648ea04ea3bcef702812b31c63dd4cdebc094","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-228","title":"The Scholar","poet":"Robert Southey","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"My days among the Dead are past;\n     Around me I behold,\n     Where'er these casual eyes are cast,\n     The mighty minds of old:\n     My never-failing friends are they,\n     With whom I converse day by day.\n\n     With them I take delight in weal\n     And seek relief in woe;\n     And while I understand and feel\n     How much to them I owe,\n     My cheeks have often been bedew'd\n     With tears of thoughtful gratitude.\n\n     My thoughts are with the Dead; with them\n     I live in long-past years,\n     Their virtues love, their faults condemn,\n     Partake their hopes and fears,\n     And from their lessons seek and find\n     Instruction with an humble mind.\n\n     My hopes are with the Dead; anon\n     My place with them will be,\n     And I with them shall travel on\n     Through all Futurity;\n     Yet leaving here a name, I trust,\n     That will not perish in the dust.","themes":["love","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"228","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"37c0703771a0792760c8a9b774743c1f676d52a9eab4c15da31a8c56be071bf3","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-229","title":"The Mermaid Tavern","poet":"John Keats","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Souls of Poets dead and gone\n     What Elysium have ye known,\n     Happy field or mossy cavern,\n     Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?\n     Have ye tippled drink more fine\n     Than mine host's Canary wine?\n     Or are fruits of Paradise\n     Sweeter than those dainty pies\n     Of Venison? O generous food!\n     Drest as though bold Robin Hood\n     Would, with his Maid Marian,\n     Sup and browse from horn and can.\n\n       I have heard that on a day\n     Mine host's signboard flew away\n     Nobody knew whither, till\n     An astrologer's old quill\n     To a sheepskin gave the story—\n     Said he saw you in your glory\n     Underneath a new-old Sign\n     Sipping beverage divine,\n     And pledging with contented smack\n     The Mermaid in the Zodiac!\n       Souls of poets dead and gone\n     What Elysium have ye known—\n     Happy field or mossy cavern—\n     Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?","themes":["time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"229","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"c93960fc1eb347fcbbf76767413cd2fa2d1bfc60b5e66f0fc6d10fd4465d19d5","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-230","title":"The Pride Of Youth","poet":"Walter Scott","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Proud Maisie is in the wood,\n      Walking so early;\n     Sweet Robin sits on the bush,\n      Singing so rarely.\n\n     \"Tell me, thou bonny bird,\n      When shall I marry me?\"\n     —\"When six braw gentlemen\n      Kirkward shall carry ye.\"\n\n     \"Who makes the bridal bed,\n      Birdie, say truly?\"\n     —\"The gray-headed sexton\n      That delves the grave duly.\n\n     \"The glowworm o'er grave and stone\n      Shall light thee steady;\n     The owl from the steeple sing\n      Welcome, proud lady!\"","themes":["nature","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"230","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"018812007ca49045319dc2d52abcc604acc80fc20938c903069ca664a7558b20","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-231","title":"The Bridge Of Sighs","poet":"Thomas Hood","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"One more Unfortunate\n         Weary of breath\n         Rashly importunate,\n         Gone to her death!\n\n         Take her up tenderly,\n         Lift her with care;\n         Fashion'd so slenderly\n         Young, and so fair!\n\n         Look at her garments\n         Clinging like cerements;\n         Whilst the wave constantly\n         Drips from her clothing;\n         Take her up instantly,\n         Loving, not loathing.\n\n         Touch her not scornfully;\n         Think of her mournfully,\n         Gently and humanly;\n         Not of the stains of her—\n         All that remains of her\n         Now is pure womanly.\n\n         Make no deep scrutiny\n         Into her mutiny\n         Rash and undutiful:\n         Past all dishonour,\n         Death has left on her\n         Only the beautiful.\n\n         Still, for all slips of hers,\n         One of Eve's family—\n         Wipe those poor lips of hers\n         Oozing so clammily.\n\n         Loop up her tresses\n         Escaped from the comb,\n         Her fair auburn tresses;\n         Whilst wonderment guesses\n         Where was her home?\n\n         Who was her father?\n         Who was her mother?\n         Had she a sister?\n         Had she a brother?\n         Or was there a dearer one\n         Still, and a nearer one\n         Yet, than all other?\n\n         Alas! for the rarity\n         Of Christian charity\n         Under the sun!\n         O! it was pitiful!\n         Near a whole city full,\n         Home she had none.\n\n         Sisterly, brotherly,\n         Fatherly, motherly\n         Feelings had changed:\n         Love, by harsh evidence,\n         Thrown from its eminence;\n         Even God's providence\n         Seeming estranged.\n\n         Where the lamps quiver\n         So far in the river,\n         With many a light\n         From window and casement,\n         From garret to basement,\n         She stood, with amazement,\n         Houseless by night.\n\n         The bleak wind of March\n         Made her tremble and shiver;\n         But not the dark arch,\n         Or the black flowing river:\n         Mad from life's history,\n         Glad to death's mystery,\n         Swift to be hurl'd—\n         Any where, any where\n         Out of the world!\n\n         In she plunged boldly,\n         No matter how coldly\n         The rough river ran,\n         Over the brink of it,—\n         Picture it, think of it,\n         Dissolute Man!\n         Lave in it, drink of it,\n         Then, if you can!\n\n         Take her up tenderly,\n         Lift her with care;\n         Fashion'd so slenderly,\n         Young, and so fair!\n\n         Ere her limbs frigidly\n         Stiffen too rigidly,\n         Decently, kindly,\n         Smooth and compose them;\n         And her eyes, close them,\n         Staring so blindly!\n\n         Dreadfully staring\n         Thro' muddy impurity,\n         As when with the daring\n         Last look of despairing\n         Fix'd on futurity.\n\n         Perishing gloomily,\n         Spurr'd by contumely,\n         Cold inhumanity,\n         Burning insanity,\n         Into her rest.\n         —Cross her hands humbly\n         As if praying dumbly,\n         Over her breast!\n\n         Owning her weakness,\n         Her evil behaviour,\n         And leaving, with meekness,\n         Her sins to her Saviour!","themes":["love","spirituality","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"231","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"5392786ae04b8a154623411c275001ca0f3da7c24d58075066ff29d973c8e52b","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-232","title":"Elegy","poet":"Lord Byron","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O snatch'd away in beauty's bloom!\n       On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;\n       But on thy turf shall roses rear\n       Their leaves, the earliest of the year,\n     And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom:\n\n       And oft by yon blue gushing stream\n       Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head,\n       And feed deep thought with many a dream,\n       And lingering pause and lightly tread;\n     Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!\n\n       Away! we know that tears are vain,\n       That Death nor heeds nor hears distress:\n       Will this unteach us to complain?\n       Or make one mourner weep the less?\n       And thou, who tell'st me to forget,\n     Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.","themes":["nature","grief","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"232","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"500657134670df0ca07faa0da35f782ecaefc8fa247974895bb19c4bba8ae2b0","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-233","title":"Hester","poet":"Charles Lamb","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"When maidens such as Hester die\n     Their place ye may not well supply,\n     Though ye among a thousand try\n            With vain endeavour.\n     A month or more hath she been dead,\n     Yet cannot I by force be led\n     To think upon the wormy bed\n            And her together.\n\n     A springy motion in her gait,\n     A rising step, did indicate\n     Of pride and joy no common rate,\n            That flush'd her spirit:\n     I know not by what name beside\n     I shall it call: if 'twas not pride,\n     It was a joy to that allied,\n            She did inherit.\n\n     Her parents held the Quaker rule\n     Which doth the human feeling cool;\n     But she was train'd in Nature's school;\n            Nature had blest her.\n     A waking eye, a prying mind;\n     A heart that stirs, is hard to bind;\n     A hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind;\n            Ye could not Hester.\n\n     My sprightly neighbour! gone before\n     To that unknown and silent shore,\n     Shall we not meet, as heretofore\n            Some summer morning—\n     When from thy cheerful eyes a ray\n     Hath struck a bliss upon the day,\n     A bliss that would not go away,\n            A sweet fore-warning?","themes":["love","nature","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"233","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"a41210ded20e7e9c9e67afbe64643ddcec69987dc153fb8c61f5025798347bd8","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-234","title":"Coronach","poet":"Walter Scott","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"He is gone on the mountain,\n       He is lost to the forest\n     Like a summer-dried fountain,\n       When our need was the sorest.\n     The fount reappearing\n       From the raindrops shall borrow,\n     But to us comes no cheering,\n       To Duncan no morrow!\n\n     The hand of the reaper\n       Take the ears that are hoary,\n     But the voice of the weeper\n       Wails manhood in glory.\n     The autumn winds rushing\n       Waft the leaves that are serest,\n     But our flower was in flushing\n       When blighting was nearest.\n\n     Fleet foot on the correi,\n       Sage counsel in cumber,\n     Red hand in the foray,\n       How sound is thy slumber!\n     Like the dew on the mountain,\n       Like the foam on the river,\n     Like the bubble on the fountain,\n       Thou art gone, and for ever!","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"234","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"c3fdbe17674dfc8f32ade7cc599b8ad92ff3f6e8c8e15a6f09cc21363abeeb7e","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-235","title":"The Death Bed","poet":"Thomas Hood","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"We watch'd her breathing thro' the night,\n      Her breathing soft and low,\n     As in her breast the wave of life\n      Kept heaving to and fro.\n\n     But when the morn came dim and sad\n      And chill with early showers,\n     Her quiet eyelids closed—she had\n      Another morn than ours.","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"235","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"9a9d756173c3137694da596c93115ae7269b4d46b6001bd0aa8ebfe02671ed45","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-236","title":"Rosabelle","poet":"Walter Scott","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O listen, listen, ladies gay!\n      No haughty feat of arms I tell;\n     Soft is the note, and sad the lay\n      That mourns the lovely Rosabelle.\n\n     \"Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew,\n      And, gentle lady, deign to stay!\n     Rest thee in Castle Ravensheuch,\n      Nor tempt the stormy firth to-day.\n\n     \"The blackening wave is edged with white;\n      To inch and rock the sea-mews fly;\n     The fishers have heard the Water-Sprite,\n      Whose screams forbode that wreck is nigh.\n\n     \"Last night the gifted Seer did view\n      A wet shroud swathed round lady gay;\n     Then stay thee, Fair, in Ravensheuch;\n      Why cross the gloomy firth to-day?\n\n     \"'Tis not because Lord Lindesay's heir\n      To-night at Roslin leads the ball,\n     But that my lady-mother there\n      Sits lonely in her castle-hall.\n\n     \"'Tis not because the ring they ride,\n      And Lindesay at the ring rides well,\n     But that my sire the wine will chide\n      If 'tis not fill'd by Rosabelle.\"\n\n     —O'er Roslin all that dreary night\n      A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam;\n     'Twas broader than the watch-fire's light,\n      And redder than the bright moonbeam.\n\n     It glared on Roslin's castled rock,\n      It ruddied all the copse-wood glen;\n     'Twas seen from Dryden's grove of oak,\n      And seen from cavern'd Hawthornden.\n\n     Seem'd all on fire that chapel proud\n      Where Roslin's chiefs uncoffin'd lie,\n     Each baron, for a sabled shroud,\n      Sheathed in his iron panoply.\n\n     Seem'd all on fire within, around,\n      Deep sacristy and altar's pale;\n     Shone every pillar foliage-bound,\n      And glimmer'd all the dead men's mail.\n\n     Blazed battlement and pinnet high,\n      Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair—\n     So still they blaze, when fate is nigh\n      The lordly line of high Saint Clair.\n\n     There are twenty of Roslin's baron's bold\n      Lie buried within that proud chapelle;\n     Each one the holy vault doth hold,\n      But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle!\n\n     And each Saint Clair was buried there\n      With candle, with book, and with knell;\n     But the sea-caves rung, and the wild winds sung\n      The dirge of lovely Rosabelle.","themes":["nature","spirituality","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"236","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"9e660158a0c8bcd0917db6e289b98e652ec8849c1344d435050663264c0af1fb","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-237","title":"On An Infant Dying As Soon As Born","poet":"Charles Lamb","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I saw where in the shroud did lurk\n     A curious frame of Nature's work;\n     A flow'ret crushéd in the bud,\n     A nameless piece of Babyhood\n     Was in her cradle-coffin lying;\n     Extinct, with scarce the sense of dying:\n     So soon to exchange the imprisoning womb\n     For darker closets of the tomb!\n     She did but ope an eye, and put\n     A clear beam forth, then straight up shut\n     For the long dark: ne'er more to see\n     Through glasses of mortality.\n     Riddle of destiny, who can show\n     What thy short visit meant, or know\n     What thy errand here below?\n     Shall we say, that Nature blind\n     Check'd her hand, and changed her mind\n     Just when she had exactly wrought\n     A finish'd pattern without fault?\n     Could she flag, or could she tire,\n     Or lack'd she the Promethean fire\n     (With her nine moons' long workings sicken'd)\n     That should thy little limbs have quicken'd?\n     Limbs so firm, they seem'd to assure\n     Life of health, and days mature:\n     Woman's self in miniature!\n     Limbs so fair, they might supply\n     (Themselves now but cold imagery)\n     The sculptor to make Beauty by.\n     Or did the stern-eyed Fate descry\n     That babe or mother, one must die;\n     So in mercy left the stock\n     And cut the branch; to save the shock\n     Of young years widow'd, and the pain\n     When Single State comes back again\n     To the lone man who, reft of wife,\n     Thenceforward drags a maiméd life?\n     The economy of Heaven is dark,\n     And wisest clerks have miss'd the mark\n     Why human buds, like this, should fall,\n     More brief than fly ephemeral\n     That has his day; while shrivell'd crones\n     Stiffen with age to stocks and stones;\n     And crabbéd use the conscience sears\n     In sinners of an hundred years.\n     —Mother's prattle, mother's kiss,\n     Baby fond, thou ne'er wilt miss:\n     Rites, which custom does impose,\n     Silver bells, and baby clothes;\n     Coral redder than those lips\n     Which pale death did late eclipse;\n     Music framed for infants' glee,\n     Whistle never tuned for thee;\n     Though thou want'st not, thou shalt have them,\n     Loving hearts were they which gave them.\n     Let not one be missing; nurse,\n     See them laid upon the hearse\n     Of infant slain by doom perverse.\n     Why should kings and nobles have\n     Pictured trophies to their grave,\n     And we, churls, to thee deny\n     Thy pretty toys with thee to lie—\n     A more harmless vanity?","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"237","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"e95110f8fd2b6ae72094fc4fee8cd81c7f99d4f537a7827d788d6909eb451a29","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-238","title":"The Affliction Of Margaret","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Where art thou, my beloved Son,\n     Where art thou, worse to me than dead!\n     Oh find me, prosperous or undone!\n     Or if the grave be now thy bed,\n     Why am I ignorant of the same\n     That I may rest; and neither blame\n     Nor sorrow may attend thy name?\n\n     Seven years, alas! to have received\n     No tidings of an only child—\n     To have despair'd, have hoped, believed,\n     And be for evermore beguiled,—\n     Sometimes with thoughts of very bliss!\n     I catch at them, and then I miss;\n     Was ever darkness like to this?\n\n     He was among the prime in worth,\n     An object beauteous to behold;\n     Well born, well bred; I sent him forth\n     Ingenuous, innocent, and bold:\n     If things ensued that wanted grace,\n     As hath been said, they were not base;\n     And never blush was on my face.\n\n     Ah! little doth the young-one dream,\n     When full of play and childish cares,\n     What power is in his wildest scream,\n     Heard by his mother unawares!\n     He knows it not, he cannot guess:\n     Years to a mother bring distress;\n     But do not make her love the less.\n\n     Neglect me! no, I suffer'd long\n     From that ill thought; and being blind\n     Said, \"Pride shall help me in my wrong:\n     Kind mother have I been, as kind\n     As ever breathed\": and that is true;\n     I've wet my path with tears like dew,\n     Weeping for him when no one knew.\n\n     My Son, if thou be humbled, poor,\n     Hopeless of honour and of gain,\n     O! do not dread thy mother's door,\n     Think not of me with grief and pain:\n     I now can see with better eyes;\n     And worldly grandeur I despise\n     And fortune with her gifts and lies.\n\n     Alas! the fowls of heaven have wings\n     And blasts of heaven will aid their flight;\n     They mount—how short a voyage brings\n     The wanderers back to their delight!\n     Chains tie us down by land and sea;\n     And wishes, vain as mine, may be\n     All that is left to comfort thee.\n\n     Perhaps some dungeon hears thee groan\n     Maim'd, mangled by inhuman men;\n     Or thou upon a desert thrown\n     Inheritest the lion's den;\n     Or hast been summoned to the deep,\n     Thou, thou, and all thy mates, to keep\n     An incommunicable sleep.\n\n     I look for ghosts: but none will force\n     Their way to me; 'tis falsely said\n     That there was ever intercourse\n     Between the living and the dead;\n     For surely then I should have sight\n     Of him I wait for day and night\n     With love and longings infinite.\n\n     My apprehensions come in crowds;\n     I dread the rustling of the grass;\n     The very shadows of the clouds\n     Have power to shake me as they pass;\n     I question things, and do not find\n     One that will answer to my mind;\n     And all the world appears unkind.\n\n     Beyond participation lie\n     My troubles, and beyond relief:\n     If any chance to heave a sigh\n     They pity me, and not my grief.\n     Then come to me, my Son, or send\n     Some tidings that my woes may end!\n     I have no other earthly friend.","themes":["love","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"238","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"26e08b34c8045b7a68cc6ae8204bd9ef27cae68ceea671dbfb1ddaefb5b36e6e","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-239","title":"Hunting Song","poet":"Walter Scott","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Waken, lords and ladies gay,\n     On the mountain dawns the day;\n     All the jolly chase is here\n     With hawk and horse and hunting-spear;\n     Hounds are in their couples yelling,\n     Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling,\n     Merrily merrily mingle they,\n     \"Waken, lords and ladies gay.\"\n\n     Waken, lords and ladies gay,\n     The mist has left the mountains gray,\n     Springlets in the dawn are streaming,\n     Diamonds on the brake are gleaming,\n     And foresters have busy been\n     To track the buck in thicket green;\n     Now we come to chant our lay\n     \"Waken, lords and ladies gay.\"\n\n     Waken, lords and ladies gay,\n     To the greenwood haste away;\n     We can show you where he lies,\n     Fleet of foot and tall of size;\n     We can show the marks he made\n     When 'gainst the oak his antlers fray'd;\n     You shall see him brought to bay;\n     \"Waken, lords and ladies gay.\"\n\n     Louder, louder chant the lay\n     Waken, lords and ladies gay!\n     Tell them youth and mirth and glee\n     Run a course as well as we;\n     Time, stern huntsman! who can baulk,\n     Staunch as hound and fleet as hawk;\n     Think of this, and rise with day\n     Gentle lords and ladies gay!","themes":["hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"239","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"376301eac2848d65d5ee1aa8b94e294abea33740f04f0676b20cc9cc22ee9a2c","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-240","title":"To The Skylark","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Ethereal Minstrel! pilgrim of the sky!\n     Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound?\n     Or while the wings aspire, are heart and eye\n     Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground?\n     Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will,\n     Those quivering wings composed, that music still!\n\n     To the last point of vision, and beyond,\n     Mount, daring warbler!—that love-prompted strain\n     —'Twixt thee and thine a never-failing bond—\n     Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain:\n     Yet might'st thou seem, proud privilege! to sing\n     All independent of the leafy Spring.\n\n     Leave to the nightingale her shady wood;\n     A privacy of glorious light is thine;\n     Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood\n     Of harmony, with instinct more divine;\n     Type of the wise, who soar, but never roam—\n     True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home!","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"240","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"1974477a88c39479649b40837db1cd8b995954520f593a7eb0ee9b67c6751033","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-241","title":"To A Skylark","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!\n               Bird thou never wert,\n             That from heaven, or near it\n               Pourest thy full heart\n     In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.\n\n             Higher still and higher\n               From the earth thou springest,\n             Like a cloud of fire;\n               The blue deep thou wingest,\n     And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.\n\n             In the golden lightning\n               Of the sunken sun\n             O'er which clouds are brightening,\n               Thou dost float and run,\n     Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.\n\n             The pale purple even\n               Melts around thy flight;\n             Like a star of heaven\n               In the broad daylight\n     Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight:\n\n             Keen as are the arrows\n               Of that silver sphere,\n             Whose intense lamp narrows\n               In the white dawn clear\n     Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.\n\n             All the earth and air\n               With thy voice is loud,\n             As, when night is bare,\n               From one lonely cloud\n     The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflow'd.\n\n             What thou art we know not;\n               What is most like thee?\n             From rainbow clouds there flow not\n               Drops so bright to see\n     As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.\n\n             Like a poet hidden\n               In the light of thought,\n             Singing hymns unbidden\n               Till the world is wrought\n     To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not:\n\n             Like a high-born maiden\n               In a palace tower,\n             Soothing her love-laden\n               Soul in secret hour\n     With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower:\n\n             Like a glow-worm golden\n               In a dell of dew,\n             Scattering unbeholden\n               Its aerial hue\n     Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view:\n\n             Like a rose embower'd\n               In its own green leaves,\n             By warm winds deflower'd,\n               Till the scent it gives\n     Makes faint with too much sweet those heavy-wingéd thieves.\n\n             Sound of vernal showers\n               On the twinkling grass,\n             Rain-awaken'd flowers,\n               All that ever was\n     Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.\n\n             Teach us, sprite or bird,\n               What sweet thoughts are thine:\n             I have never heard\n               Praise of love or wine\n     That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.\n\n             Chorus hymeneal\n               Or triumphal chaunt\n             Match'd with thine, would be all\n               But an empty vaunt—\n     A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.\n\n             What objects are the fountains\n               Of thy happy strain?\n             What fields, or waves, or mountains?\n               What shapes of sky or plain?\n     What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?\n\n             With thy clear keen joyance\n               Languor cannot be:\n             Shadow of annoyance\n               Never came near thee:\n     Thou lovest; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.\n\n             Waking or asleep\n               Thou of death must deem\n             Things more true and deep\n               Than we mortals dream,\n     Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?\n\n             We look before and after,\n               And pine for what is not:\n             Our sincerest laughter\n               With some pain is fraught;\n     Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.\n\n             Yet if we could scorn\n               Hate, and pride, and fear;\n             If we were things born\n               Not to shed a tear,\n     I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.\n\n             Better than all measures\n               Of delightful sound,\n             Better than all treasures\n               That in books are found,\n     Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!\n\n             Teach me half the gladness\n               That thy brain must know,\n             Such harmonious madness\n               From my lips would flow\n     The world should listen then, as I am listening now!","themes":["love","nature","hope","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"241","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"96f9a14d4a1c056d8f98329ad8c6a98ee19b0efb4e2f01f274f3cf39be2a9231","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-242","title":"The Green Linnet","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed\n     Their snow white blossoms on my head,\n     With brightest sunshine round me spread\n     Of Spring's unclouded weather,\n     In this sequester'd nook how sweet\n     To sit upon my orchard-seat!\n     And birds and flowers once more to greet,\n     My last year's friends together.\n\n     One have I mark'd, the happiest guest\n     In all this covert of the blest:\n     Hail to Thee, far above the rest\n     In joy of voice and pinion!\n     Thou, Linnet! in thy green array,\n     Presiding Spirit here to-day\n     Dost lead the revels of the May,\n     And this is thy dominion.\n\n     While birds, and butterflies, and flowers\n     Make all one band of paramours,\n     Thou, ranging up and down the bowers\n     Art sole in thy employment;\n     A Life, a Presence like the air,\n     Scattering thy gladness without care,\n     Too blest with any one to pair;\n     Thyself thy own enjoyment.\n\n     Amid yon tuft of hazel trees,\n     That twinkle to the gusty breeze,\n     Behold him perch'd in ecstasies,\n     Yet seeming still to hover;\n     There, where the flutter of his wings\n     Upon his back and body flings\n     Shadows and sunny glimmerings,\n     That cover him all over.\n\n     My dazzled sight he oft deceives—\n     A brother of the dancing leaves;\n     Then flits, and from the cottage-eaves\n     Pours forth his song in gushes,\n     As if by that exulting strain\n     He mock'd and treated with disdain\n     The voiceless Form he chose to feign\n     While fluttering in the bushes.","themes":["nature","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"242","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"56e406c4b44da2abd1119fbb3382df42c0bf46de7c84b75e6b7d4b3c63c9e20f","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-243","title":"To The Cuckoo","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O blithe new-comer! I have heard,\n       I hear thee and rejoice:\n       O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird,\n       Or but a wandering Voice?\n\n       While I am lying on the grass\n       Thy twofold shout I hear;\n       From hill to hill it seems to pass,\n       At once far off and near.\n\n       Though babbling only to the vale\n       Of sunshine and of flowers,\n       Thou bringest unto me a tale\n       Of visionary hours.\n\n       Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring!\n       Even yet thou art to me\n       No bird, but an invisible thing,\n       A voice, a mystery;\n\n       The same whom in my school-boy days\n       I listen'd to; that Cry\n       Which made me look a thousand ways\n       In bush, and tree, and sky.\n\n       To seek thee did I often rove\n       Through woods and on the green;\n       And thou wert still a hope, a love;\n       Still long'd for, never seen!\n\n       And I can listen to thee yet;\n       Can lie upon the plain\n       And listen, till I do beget\n       That golden time again.\n\n       O blesséd bird! the earth we pace\n       Again appears to be\n       An unsubstantial, fairy place;\n       That is fit home for Thee!","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"243","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"93f4cf2534166a86e11edc383c5a0d15b838465ab7bf7405c0b0cd8013835592","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-244","title":"Ode To A Nightingale","poet":"John Keats","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains\n      My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,\n     Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains\n      One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:\n     'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,\n      But being too happy in thine happiness,—\n       That thou, light-wingéd Dryad of the trees,\n          In some melodious plot\n      Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,\n       Singest of summer in full-throated ease.\n\n     O for a draught of vintage, that hath been\n      Cool'd a long age in the deep-delvéd earth,\n     Tasting of Flora and the country-green,\n      Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!\n     O for a beaker full of the warm South,\n      Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,\n       With beaded bubbles winking at the brim\n          And purple-stainéd mouth;\n      That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,\n       And with thee fade away into the forest dim:\n\n     Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget\n      What thou among the leaves hast never known,\n     The weariness, the fever, and the fret\n      Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;\n     Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,\n      Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;\n       Where but to think is to be full of sorrow\n          And leaden-eyed despairs;\n      Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,\n       Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.\n\n     Away! away! for I will fly to thee,\n      Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,\n     But on the viewless wings of Poesy,\n      Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:\n     Already with thee! tender is the night,\n      And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,\n       Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays;\n          But here there is no light\n      Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown\n       Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.\n\n     I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,\n      Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,\n     But, in embalméd darkness, guess each sweet\n      Wherewith the seasonable month endows\n     The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;\n      White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;\n       Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves;\n          And mid-May's eldest child,\n      The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,\n       The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.\n\n     Darkling I listen; and for many a time\n      I have been half in love with easeful Death,\n     Call'd him soft names in many a muséd rhyme,\n      To take into the air my quiet breath;\n     Now more than ever seems it rich to die,\n      To cease upon the midnight with no pain,\n       While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad\n          In such an ecstasy!\n      Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—\n       To thy high requiem become a sod.\n\n     Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!\n      No hungry generations tread thee down;\n     The voice I hear this passing night was heard\n      In ancient days by emperor and clown:\n     Perhaps the self-same song that found a path\n      Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,\n       She stood in tears amid the alien corn;\n          The same that oft-times hath\n      Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam\n       Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.\n\n     Forlorn! the very word is like a bell\n      To toll me back from thee to my sole self!\n     Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well\n      As she is famed to do, deceiving elf.\n     Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades\n      Past the near meadows, over the still stream,\n       Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep\n          In the next valley-glades:\n      Was it a vision, or a waking dream?\n       Fled is that music:—do I wake or sleep?","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"244","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"5dcd90e8dadf8977999ed008627b65f3040517c795fd7e506c7695bfb20ee0e3","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-245","title":"Upon Westminster Bridge","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Sept. 3, 1802.\n\n     Earth has not anything to show more fair:\n     Dull would he be of soul who could pass by\n     A sight so touching in its majesty:\n     This City now doth like a garment wear\n     The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,\n     Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie\n     Open unto the fields, and to the sky;\n     All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.\n\n     Never did sun more beautifully steep\n     In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill;\n     Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!\n\n     The river glideth at his own sweet will:\n     Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;\n     And all that mighty heart is lying still!","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"245","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"b54538d24035c6550a7c4eadf4514a76ffc90aa5e825868b084da680348c48a8","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-246","title":"Ozymandias Of Egypt","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I met a traveller from an antique land\n     Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone\n     Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand\n     Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown\n     And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command\n     Tell that its sculptor well those passions read\n     Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,\n     The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed;\n     And on the pedestal these words appear:\n     \"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:\n     Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!\"\n     Nothing beside remains. Round the decay\n     Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare\n     The lone and level sands stretch far away.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"246","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"559beb90344888472ec66f1a35981fa7adcafae05ff7f4fad7732649425c30b9","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-247","title":"Composed At Neidpath Castle, The Property Of Lord Queensberry, 1803","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Degenerate Douglas! O the unworthy lord!\n     Whom mere despite of heart could so far please\n     And love of havoc (for with such disease\n     Fame taxes him) that he could send forth word\n\n     To level with the dust a noble horde,\n     A brotherhood of venerable trees,\n     Leaving an ancient dome, and towers like these\n     Beggar'd and outraged!—Many hearts deplored\n\n     The fate of those old trees; and oft with pain\n     The traveller at this day will stop and gaze\n     On wrongs, which Nature scarcely seems to heed:\n\n     For shelter'd places, bosoms, nooks, and bays,\n     And the pure mountains, and the gentle Tweed,\n     And the green silent pastures, yet remain.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"247","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"287f9ffc26dc83867c531b0983571a2e4385664aa1e6d5bb5b34db3340c9699d","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-248","title":"Admonition To A Traveller","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye!\n     —The lovely cottage in the guardian nook\n     Hath stirr'd thee deeply; with its own dear brook,\n     Its own small pasture, almost its own sky!\n\n     But covet not the abode—O do not sigh\n     As many do, repining while they look;\n     Intruders who would tear from Nature's book\n     This precious leaf with harsh impiety:\n\n     —Think what the home would be if it were thine,\n     Even thine, though few thy wants!—Roof, window, door,\n     The very flowers are sacred to the Poor,\n\n     The roses to the porch which they entwine:\n     Yea, all that now enchants thee, from the day\n     On which it should be touch'd would melt away!","themes":["love","nature","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"248","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"1f5483fd38cdbaf4d755e06da645368931aca58822e5f2ecc47aa1859ef1de66","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-249","title":"To The Highland Girl Of Inversneyde","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower\n     Of beauty is thy earthly dower!\n     Twice seven consenting years have shed\n     Their utmost bounty on thy head:\n     And these grey rocks, this household lawn,\n     These trees—a veil just half withdrawn,\n     This fall of water that doth make\n     A murmur near the silent lake,\n     This little bay, a quiet road\n     That holds in shelter thy abode;\n     In truth together ye do seem\n     Like something fashion'd in a dream;\n     Such forms as from their covert peep\n     When earthly cares are laid asleep!\n     But, O fair Creature! in the light\n     Of common day, so heavenly bright,\n     I bless Thee, Vision as thou art,\n     I bless thee with a human heart;\n     God shield thee to thy latest years!\n     I neither know thee nor thy peers:\n     And yet my eyes are fill'd with tears.\n\n     With earnest feeling I shall pray\n     For thee when I am far away;\n     For never saw I mien or face\n     In which more plainly I could trace\n     Benignity and home-bred sense\n     Ripening in perfect innocence.\n     Here scatter'd like a random seed,\n     Remote from men, Thou dost not need\n     The embarrass'd look of shy distress,\n     And maidenly shamefacedness:\n     Thou wear'st upon thy forehead clear\n     The freedom of a mountaineer:\n     A face with gladness overspread,\n     Soft smiles, by human kindness bred;\n     And seemliness complete, that sways\n     Thy courtesies, about thee plays;\n     With no restraint, but such as springs\n     From quick and eager visitings\n     Of thoughts that lie beyond the reach\n     Of thy few words of English speech:\n     A bondage sweetly brook'd, a strife\n     That gives thy gestures grace and life!\n     So have I, not unmoved in mind,\n     Seen birds of tempest-loving kind,\n     Thus beating up against the wind.\n\n     What hand but would a garland cull\n     For thee who art so beautiful?\n     O happy pleasure! here to dwell\n     Beside thee in some heathy dell;\n     Adopt your homely ways and dress,\n     A shepherd, thou a shepherdess!\n     But I could frame a wish for thee\n     More like a grave reality:\n     Thou art to me but as a wave\n     Of the wild sea: and I would have\n     Some claim upon thee, if I could,\n     Though but of common neighbourhood.\n     What joy to hear thee, and to see!\n     Thy elder brother I would be,\n     Thy father, anything to thee.\n\n     Now thanks to Heaven! that of its grace\n     Hath led me to this lonely place.\n     Joy have I had; and going hence\n     I bear away my recompense.\n     In spots like these it is we prize\n     Our memory, feel that she hath eyes:\n     Then why should I be loth to stir?\n     I feel this place was made for her;\n     To give new pleasure like the past,\n     Continued long as life shall last.\n     Nor am I loth, though pleased at heart,\n     Sweet Highland Girl! from thee to part;\n     For I, methinks, till I grow old\n     As fair before me shall behold\n     As I do now, the cabin small,\n     The lake, the bay, the waterfall;\n     And Thee, the spirit of them all!","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"249","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"932371aea655c9f451f026dec69b156b4cb72188f4cd8d2ad80d2a7bef7fdfc2","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-250","title":"The Reaper","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Behold her, single in the field,\n     Yon solitary Highland Lass!\n     Reaping and singing by herself;\n     Stop here, or gently pass!\n     Alone she cuts and binds the grain,\n     And sings a melancholy strain;\n     O listen! for the vale profound\n     Is overflowing with the sound.\n\n     No nightingale did ever chaunt\n     More welcome notes to weary bands\n     Of travellers in some shady haunt,\n     Among Arabian sands:\n     No sweeter voice was ever heard\n     In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird,\n     Breaking the silence of the seas\n     Among the farthest Hebrides.\n\n     Will no one tell me what she sings?\n     Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow\n     For old, unhappy, far-off things,\n     And battles long ago:\n     Or is it some more humble lay,\n     Familiar matter of to-day?\n     Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,\n     That has been, and may be again?\n\n     Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang\n     As if her song could have no ending;\n     I saw her singing at her work,\n     And o'er the sickle bending;\n     I listen'd till I had my fill;\n     And, as I mounted up the hill,\n     The music in my heart I bore\n     Long after it was heard no more.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"250","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"ea5a752719a2685cb5214b9fdd313fd41f3c1f7b6745756a4ddacdf4014082c4","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-251","title":"The Reverie Of Poor Susan","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears\n     Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years:\n     Poor Susan has pass'd by the spot, and has heard\n     In the silence of morning the song of the bird.\n\n     'Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees\n     A mountain ascending, a vision of trees;\n     Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide,\n     And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.\n\n     Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale\n     Down which she so often has tripp'd with her pail;\n     And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's,\n     The one only dwelling on earth that she loves.\n\n     She looks, and her heart is in heaven: but they fade\n     The mist and the river, the hill and the shade;\n     The stream will not flow, and the hill will not rise,\n     And the colours have all pass'd away from her eyes!","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"251","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"fe317ce365e767fdc0939624951b70213e3b4604d484f658dea06a324e350481","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-252","title":"To A Lady, With A Guitar","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Ariel to Miranda:—Take\n     This slave of music, for the sake\n     Of him who is the slave of thee;\n     And teach it all the harmony\n     In which thou canst, and only thou,\n     Make the delighted spirit glow,\n     Till joy denies itself again\n     And, too intense, is turn'd to pain;\n     For by permission and command\n     Of thine own Prince Ferdinand,\n     Poor Ariel sends this silent token\n     Of more than ever can be spoken;\n     Your guardian spirit, Ariel, who\n     From life to life, must still pursue\n     Your happiness, for thus alone\n     Can Ariel ever find his own;\n     From Prospero's enchanted cell,\n     As the mighty verses tell,\n     To the throne of Naples he\n     Lit you o'er the trackless sea,\n     Flitting on, your prow before,\n     Like a living meteor.\n     When you die, the silent Moon,\n     In her interlunar swoon\n     Is not sadder in her cell\n     Than deserted Ariel;\n     When you live again on earth,\n     Like an unseen Star of birth\n     Ariel guides you o'er the sea\n     Of life from your nativity:—\n     Many changes have been run\n     Since Ferdinand and you begun\n     Your course of love, and Ariel still\n     Has track'd your steps and served your will.\n     Now in humbler, happier lot,\n     This is all remember'd not;\n     And now, alas! the poor sprite is\n     Imprison'd for some fault of his\n     In a body like a grave—\n     From you he only dares to crave\n     For his service and his sorrow\n     A smile to-day, a song to-morrow.\n\n     The artist who this viol wrought\n     To echo all harmonious thought,\n     Fell'd a tree, while on the steep\n     The woods were in their winter sleep,\n     Rock'd in that repose divine\n     On the wind-swept Apennine;\n     And dreaming, some of autumn past,\n     And some of spring approaching fast,\n     And some of April buds and showers,\n     And some of songs in July bowers,\n     And all of love; and so this tree,—\n     O that such our death may be!—\n     Died in sleep, and felt no pain,\n     To live in happier form again:\n     From which, beneath Heaven's fairest star,\n     The artist wrought this loved Guitar;\n     And taught it justly to reply\n     To all who question skilfully\n     In language gentle as thine own;\n     Whispering in enamour'd tone\n     Sweet oracles of woods and dells,\n     And summer winds in sylvan cells;\n     —For it had learnt all harmonies\n     Of the plains and of the skies,\n     Of the forests and the mountains,\n     And the many-voicéd fountains;\n     The clearest echoes of the hills,\n     The softest notes of falling rills,\n     The melodies of birds and bees,\n     The murmuring of summer seas,\n     And pattering rain, and breathing dew,\n     And airs of evening; and it knew\n     That seldom-heard mysterious sound\n     Which, driven on its diurnal round,\n     As it floats through boundless day,\n     Our world enkindles on its way:\n     —All this it knows, but will not tell\n     To those who cannot question well\n     The spirit that inhabits it;\n     It talks according to the wit\n     Of its companions; and no more\n     Is heard than has been felt before\n     By those who tempt it to betray\n     These secrets of an elder day:\n     But, sweetly as its answers will\n     Flatter hands of perfect skill,\n     It keeps its highest holiest tone\n     For one beloved Friend alone.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"252","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"b799a5ee0e6967a77ab99a5a096757daefd348b2b7211666fc7287a4c6719fe6","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-253","title":"The Daffodils","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I wander'd lonely as a cloud\n       That floats on high o'er vales and hills,\n       When all at once I saw a crowd,\n       A host of golden daffodils,\n       Beside the lake, beneath the trees,\n       Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.\n\n       Continuous as the stars that shine\n       And twinkle on the milky way,\n       They stretch'd in never-ending line\n       Along the margin of a bay:\n       Ten thousand saw I at a glance\n       Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.\n\n       The waves beside them danced; but they\n       Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:—\n       A Poet could not but be gay\n       In such a jocund company!\n       I gazed—and gazed—but little thought\n       What wealth the show to me had brought;\n\n       For oft, when on my couch I lie\n       In vacant or in pensive mood,\n       They flash upon that inward eye\n       Which is the bliss of solitude;\n       And then my heart with pleasure fills,\n       And dances with the daffodils.","themes":["love","nature","loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"253","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"f5efb9a11537f92646f3ae73403e2ba78c587403731dc2de633dde8edb23851b","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-254","title":"To The Daisy","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"With little here to do or see\n       Of things that in the great world be,\n       Sweet Daisy! oft I talk to thee\n           For thou art worthy,\n       Thou unassuming commonplace\n       Of Nature, with that homely face,\n       And yet with something of a grace,\n           Which love makes for thee!\n\n       Oft on the dappled turf at ease\n       I sit and play with similes,\n       Loose types of things through all degrees,\n           Thoughts of thy raising;\n       And many a fond and idle name\n       I give to thee, for praise or blame,\n       As is the humour of the game,\n           While I am gazing.\n\n       A nun demure, of lowly port;\n       Or sprightly maiden, of Love's court,\n       In thy simplicity the sport\n           Of all temptations;\n       A queen in crown of rubies drest;\n       A starveling in a scanty vest;\n       Are all, as seem to suit thee best,\n           Thy appellations.\n\n       A little Cyclops, with one eye\n       Staring to threaten and defy,\n       That thought comes next—and instantly\n           The freak is over,\n       The shape will vanish, and behold!\n       A silver shield with boss of gold\n       That spreads itself, some fairy bold\n           In fight to cover.\n\n       I see thee glittering from afar—\n       And then thou art a pretty star,\n       Not quite so fair as many are\n           In heaven above thee!\n       Yet like a star, with glittering crest,\n       Self-poised in air thou seem'st to rest;—\n       May peace come never to his nest,\n           Who shall reprove thee!\n\n       Sweet Flower! for by that name at last\n       When all my reveries are past\n       I call thee and to that cleave fast,\n           Sweet silent Creature!\n       That breath'st with me in sun and air,\n       Do thou, as thou art wont, repair\n       My heart with gladness, and a share\n           Of thy meek nature!","themes":["love","nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"254","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"356e9be8c62198c224049462c94b29af08ea3650ceee691ca35d8af864a7b526","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-255","title":"Ode To Autumn","poet":"John Keats","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!\n     Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;\n     Conspiring with him how to load and bless\n     With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;\n     To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,\n     And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;\n     To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells\n     With a sweet kernel; to set budding more\n     And still more, later flowers for the bees,\n     Until they think warm days will never cease;\n     For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.\n\n     Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store?\n     Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find\n     Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,\n     Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;\n     Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,\n     Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook\n     Spares the next swath and all its twinéd flowers;\n     And sometime like a gleaner thou dost keep\n     Steady thy laden head across a brook;\n     Or by a cider-press, with patient look,\n     Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.\n\n     Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?\n     Think not of them,—thou hast thy music too,\n     While barréd clouds bloom the soft-dying day\n     And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;\n     Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn\n     Among the river sallows, borne aloft\n     Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;\n     And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;\n     Hedge-crickets sing, and now with treble soft\n     The redbreast whistles from a garden croft;\n     And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.","themes":["nature","grief","death","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"255","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"0d74d7b723494bea99af47294d86aae43154afe4ae5eebcc71e7e5d0275f836e","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-256","title":"Ode To Winter","poet":"Thomas Campbell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Germany, December, 1800.\n\n     When first the fiery mantled Sun\n     His heavenly race began to run,\n     Round the earth and ocean blue\n     His children four the Seasons flew:—\n      First, in green apparel dancing,\n     The young Spring smiled with angel-grace;\n      Rosy Summer next advancing,\n     Rush'd into her sire's embrace—\n     Her bright-hair'd sire, who bade her keep\n      For ever nearest to his smiles,\n     On Calpe's olive-shaded steep\n      Or India's citron-cover'd isles.\n     More remote and buxom-brown,\n      The Queen of vintage bow'd before his throne;\n     A rich pomegranate gemm'd her crown,\n      A ripe sheaf bound her zone.\n\n     But howling Winter fled afar\n     To hills that prop the polar star;\n     And loves on deer-borne car to ride\n     With barren darkness at his side\n     Round the shore where loud Lofoden\n      Whirls to death the roaring whale,\n     Round the hall where Runic Odin\n      Howls his war-song to the gale—\n     Save when adown the ravaged globe\n      He travels on his native storm,\n     Deflowering Nature's grassy robe\n      And trampling on her faded form;\n     Till light's returning Lord assume\n      The shaft that drives him to his northern fields,\n     Of power to pierce his raven plume\n      And crystal-cover'd shield.\n\n     O sire of storms! whose savage ear\n     The Lapland drum delights to hear,\n     When Frenzy with her bloodshot eye\n     Implores thy dreadful deity—\n     Archangel! Power of desolation!\n      Fast descending as thou art,\n     Say, hath mortal invocation\n      Spells to touch thy stony heart:\n     Then, sullen Winter! hear my prayer,\n     And gently rule the ruin'd year;\n     Nor chill the wanderer's bosom bare\n     Nor freeze the wretch's falling tear:\n     To shuddering Want's unmantled bed\n      Thy horror-breathing agues cease to lend,\n     And gently on the orphan head\n      Of Innocence descend.\n\n     But chiefly spare, O king of clouds!\n     The sailor on his airy shrouds,\n     When wrecks and beacons strew the deep\n     And spectres walk along the deep.\n     Milder yet thy snowy breezes\n      Pour on yonder tented shores,\n     Where the Rhine's broad billow freezes,\n      Or the dark-brown Danube roars.\n     O winds of Winter! list ye there\n      To many a deep and dying groan?\n     Or start, ye demons of the midnight air,\n      At shrieks and thunders louder than your own?\n     Alas! e'en your unhallow'd breath\n      May spare the victim fallen low;\n     But Man will ask no truce to death,\n      No bounds to human woe.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"256","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"2991a2a5c3d1bf508724f3ff8953ce2ae26d8e6a3cff785c6ce7be1bd5c429f0","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-257","title":"Yarrow Unvisited","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"1803.\n\n     From Stirling castle we had seen\n     The mazy Forth unravell'd,\n     Had trod the banks of Clyde and Tay,\n     And with the Tweed had travell'd;\n     And when we came to Clovenford,\n     Then said my \"winsome Marrow.\"\n     \"Whate'er betide, we'll turn aside,\n     And see the Braes of Yarrow.\"\n\n     \"Let Yarrow folk, frae Selkirk town,\n     Who have been buying, selling,\n     Go back to Yarrow, 'tis their own,\n     Each maiden to her dwelling!\n     On Yarrow's banks let herons feed,\n     Hares couch, and rabbits burrow,\n     But we will downward with the Tweed,\n     Nor turn aside to Yarrow.\n\n     \"There's Galla Water, Leader Haughs,\n     Both lying right before us;\n     And Dryburgh, where with chiming Tweed\n     The lintwhites sing in chorus;\n     There's pleasant Tiviotdale, a land\n     Made blythe with plough and harrow:\n     Why throw away a needful day\n     To go in search of Yarrow?\n\n     \"What's Yarrow but a river bare\n     That glides the dark hills under?\n     There are a thousand such elsewhere\n     As worthy of your wonder.\"\n     —Strange words they seem'd of slight and scorn;\n     My true-love sighed for sorrow,\n     And look'd me in the face, to think\n     I thus could speak of Yarrow!\n\n     \"O green,\" said I, \"are Yarrow's holms,\n     And sweet is Yarrow flowing!\n     Fair hangs the apple frae the rock,\n     But we will leave it growing.\n     O'er hilly path, and open strath,\n     We'll wander Scotland thorough;\n     But, though so near, we will not turn\n     Into the dale of Yarrow.\n\n     \"Let beeves and home-bred kine partake\n     The sweets of Burn-mill meadow;\n     The swan on still Saint Mary's Lake\n     Float double, swan and shadow!\n     We will not see them; will not go\n     To-day, nor yet to-morrow;\n     Enough if in our hearts we know\n     There's such a place as Yarrow.\n\n     \"Be Yarrow stream unseen, unknown;\n     It must, or we shall rue it:\n     We have a vision of our own;\n     Ah! why should we undo it?\n     The treasured dreams of times long past,\n     We'll keep them, winsome Marrow!\n     For when we're there, although 'tis fair,\n     'Twill be another Yarrow.\n\n     \"If care with freezing years should come\n     And wandering seem but folly,—\n     Should we be loth to stir from home,\n     And yet be melancholy;\n     Should life be dull, and spirits low,\n     'Twill soothe us in our sorrow\n     That earth has something yet to show,\n     The bonny Holms of Yarrow!\"","themes":["love","grief","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"257","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"0ab02bcd1a18bee50b14540f5058e2ebb531a2ca9c5e2b2170557e3fbc01aab0","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-258","title":"Yarrow Visited","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"September, 1814.\n\n     And is this—Yarrow?—This is the Stream\n     Of which my fancy cherish'd\n     So faithfully, a waking dream,\n     An image that hath perish'd?\n     O that some minstrel's harp were near\n     To utter notes of gladness\n     And chase this silence from the air,\n     That fills my heart with sadness!\n\n     Yet why?—a silvery current flows\n     With uncontroll'd meanderings;\n     Nor have these eyes by greener hills\n     Been soothed, in all my wanderings.\n     And, through her depths, Saint Mary's Lake\n     Is visibly delighted;\n     For not a feature of those hills\n     Is in the mirror slighted.\n\n     A blue sky bends o'er Yarrow Vale,\n     Save where that pearly whiteness\n     Is round the rising sun diffused,\n     A tender hazy brightness;\n     Mild dawn of promise! that excludes\n     All profitless dejection;\n     Though not unwilling here to admit\n     A pensive recollection.\n\n     Where was it that the famous Flower\n     Of Yarrow Vale lay bleeding?\n     His bed perchance was yon smooth mound\n     On which the herd is feeding:\n     And haply from this crystal pool,\n     Now peaceful as the morning,\n     The water-Wraith ascended thrice,\n     And gave his doleful warning.\n\n     Delicious is the Lay that sings\n     The haunts of happy lovers,\n     The path that leads them to the grove,\n     The leafy grove that covers:\n     And pity sanctifies the verse\n     That paints, by strength of sorrow,\n     The unconquerable strength of love;\n     Bear witness, rueful Yarrow!\n\n     But thou that didst appear so fair\n     To fond imagination\n     Dost rival in the light of day\n     Her delicate creation:\n     Meek loveliness is round thee spread,\n     A softness still and holy:\n     The grace of forest charms decay'd,\n     And pastoral melancholy.\n\n     That region left, the vale unfolds\n     Rich groves of lofty stature,\n     With Yarrow winding through the pomp\n     Of cultivated Nature;\n     And rising from those lofty groves\n     Behold a ruin hoary,\n     The shatter'd front of Newark's Towers,\n     Renown'd in Border story.\n\n     Fair scenes for childhood's opening bloom,\n     For sportive youth to stray in,\n     For manhood to enjoy his strength,\n     And age to wear away in!\n     Yon cottage seems a bower of bliss,\n     A covert for protection\n     Of studious ease and generous cares,\n     And every chaste affection!\n\n     How sweet on this autumnal day\n     The wild-wood fruits to gather,\n     And on my true-love's forehead plant\n     A crest of blooming heather!\n     And what if I enwreathed my own?\n     'Twere no offence to reason;\n     The sober hills thus deck their brows\n     To meet the wintry season.\n\n     I see—but not by sight alone\n     Loved Yarrow, have I won thee;\n     A ray of Fancy still survives—\n     Her sunshine plays upon thee!\n     Thy ever-youthful waters keep\n     A course of lively pleasure;\n     And gladsome notes my lips can breathe\n     Accordant to the measure.\n\n     The vapours linger round the heights,\n     They melt, and soon must vanish;\n     One hour is theirs, nor more is mine—\n     Sad thought! which I would banish,\n     But that I know, where'er I go,\n     Thy genuine image, Yarrow!\n     Will dwell with me, to heighten joy\n     And cheer my mind in sorrow.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"258","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"d1a1d5278824351bb5e22bcc1acebf72f28342860f9781e31d01ef184405d3bf","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-259","title":"The Invitation","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Best and Brightest, come away,\n     Fairer far than this fair day,\n     Which, like thee, to those in sorrow\n     Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow\n     To the rough year just awake\n     In its cradle on the brake.\n     The brightest hour of unborn Spring\n     Through the winter wandering,\n     Found, it seems, the halcyon morn\n     To hoar February born;\n     Bending from Heaven, in azure mirth,\n     It kiss'd the forehead of the earth,\n     And smiled upon the silent sea,\n     And bade the frozen streams be free,\n     And waked to music all their fountains,\n     And breathed upon the frozen mountains,\n     And like a prophetess of May\n     Strew'd flowers upon the barren way,\n     Making the wintry world appear\n     Like one on whom thou smilest, Dear.\n\n     Away, away, from men and towns,\n     To the wild wood and the downs—\n     To the silent wilderness\n     Where the soul need not repress\n     Its music, lest it should not find\n     An echo in another's mind,\n     While the touch of Nature's art\n     Harmonises heart to heart.\n\n     Radiant Sister of the Day\n     Awake! arise! and come away!\n     To the wild woods and the plains,\n     And the pools where winter rains\n     Image all their roof of leaves,\n     Where the pine its garland weaves\n     Of sapless green, and ivy dun,\n     Round stems that never kiss the sun,\n     Where the lawns and pastures be\n     And the sandhills of the sea,\n     Where the melting hoar-frost wets\n     The daisy-star that never sets,\n     And wind-flowers and violets\n     Which yet join not scent to hue\n     Crown the pale year weak and new;\n     When the night is left behind\n     In the deep east, dim and blind,\n     And the blue noon is over us,\n     And the multitudinous\n     Billows murmur at our feet,\n     Where the earth and ocean meet,\n     And all things seem only one\n     In the universal Sun.","themes":["love","nature","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"259","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"d3bf9a7cfbefaf0f731d1bc01f4c9b1f3100e372057853608a8516322cd5b7db","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-260","title":"The Recollection","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Now the last day of many days\n     All beautiful and bright as thou,\n     The loveliest and the last, is dead,\n     Rise, Memory, and write its praise!\n     Up, do thy wonted work! come, trace\n     The epitaph of glory fled,\n     For now the Earth has changed its face,\n     A frown is on the Heaven's brow.\n\n     We wander'd to the Pine Forest\n      That skirts the Ocean's foam;\n     The lightest wind was in its nest,\n      The tempest in its home.\n     The whispering waves were half asleep,\n      The clouds were gone to play,\n     And on the bosom of the deep\n      The smile of Heaven lay;\n     It seem'd as if the hour were one\n      Sent from beyond the skies\n     Which scatter'd from above the sun\n      A light of Paradise!\n\n     We paused amid the pines that stood\n      The giants of the waste,\n     Tortured by storms to shapes as rude\n      As serpents interlaced,—\n     And soothed by every azure breath\n      That under heaven is blown\n     To harmonies and hues beneath,\n      As tender as its own:\n     Now all the tree-tops lay asleep\n      Like green waves on the sea,\n     As still as in the silent deep\n      The ocean-woods may be.\n\n     How calm it was!—the silence there\n      By such a chain was bound,\n     That even the busy woodpecker\n      Made stiller by her sound\n     The inviolable quietness;\n      The breath of peace we drew\n     With its soft motion made not less\n      The calm that round us grew.\n     There seem'd from the remotest seat\n      Of the wide mountain waste\n     To the soft flower beneath our feet\n      A magic circle traced\n     A spirit interfused around,\n      A thrilling silent life;\n     To momentary peace it bound\n      Our mortal nature's strife;—\n     And still I felt the centre of\n      The magic circle there\n     Was one fair Form that fill'd with love\n      The lifeless atmosphere.\n\n     We paused beside the pools that lie\n      Under the forest bough;\n     Each seemed as 'twere a little sky\n      Gulf'd in a world below;\n     A firmament of purple light\n      Which in the dark earth lay,\n     More boundless than the depth of night\n      And purer than the day—\n     In which the lovely forests grew\n      As in the upper air,\n     More perfect both in shape and hue\n      Than any spreading there.\n     There lay the glade and neighbouring lawn,\n      And through the dark green wood\n     The white sun twinkling like the dawn\n      Out of a speckled cloud.\n     Sweet views which in our world above\n      Can never well be seen\n     Were imaged by the water's love\n      Of that fair forest green:\n     And all was interfused beneath\n      With an Elysian glow,\n     An atmosphere without a breath,\n      A softer day below.\n     Like one beloved the scene had lent\n      To the dark water's breast\n     Its very leaf and lineament\n      With more than truth exprest;\n     Until an envious wind crept by,\n      Like an unwelcome thought\n     Which from the mind's too faithful eye\n      Blots one dear image out.\n     —Though Thou art ever fair and kind,\n      The forests ever green,\n     Less oft is peace in Shelley's mind,\n      Than calm in waters seen!","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"260","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"785a631d2fb8fe12ffb1b1629a7c45850d0e199de7daf8b079b5c265e2194e61","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-261","title":"By The Sea","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"It is a beauteous evening, calm and free;\n     The holy time is quiet as a nun\n     Breathless with adoration; the broad sun\n     Is sinking down in its tranquillity;\n\n     The gentleness of heaven is on the Sea:\n     Listen! the mighty being is awake,\n     And doth with his eternal motion make\n     A sound like thunder—everlastingly.\n\n     Dear child! dear girl! that walkest with me here,\n     If thou appear untouch'd by solemn thought\n     Thy nature is not therefore less divine:\n\n     Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year;\n     And worshipp'st at the Temple's inner shrine,\n     God being with thee when we know it not.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"261","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"7c676474d3941857a2228fda29a1ad919273c454b51dcf168ad293941977ad6c","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-262","title":"To The Evening Star","poet":"Thomas Campbell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Star that bringest home the bee,\n     And sett'st the weary labourer free!\n     If any star shed peace, 'tis Thou\n       That send'st it from above,\n     Appearing when Heaven's breath and brow\n       Are sweet as hers we love.\n\n     Come to the luxuriant skies,\n     Whilst the landscape's odours rise,\n     Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard\n       And songs when toil is done,\n     From cottages whose smoke unstirr'd\n       Curls yellow in the sun.\n\n     Star of love's soft interviews,\n     Parted lovers on thee muse;\n     Their remembrancer in Heaven\n       Of thrilling vows thou art,\n     Too delicious to be riven\n       By absence from the heart.","themes":["love","spirituality","home","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"262","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"20597b55ff4a104c7707825a33f1c3c6b56d744e75b6e6e7d688e16e21d093d7","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-263","title":"Datur Hora Quieti","poet":"Walter Scott","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"The sun upon the lake is low,\n      The wild birds hush their song,\n     The hills have evening's deepest glow,\n      Yet Leonard tarries long.\n     Now all whom varied toil and care\n      From home and love divide,\n     In the calm sunset may repair\n      Each to the loved one's side.\n\n     The noble dame on turret high,\n      Who waits her gallant knight,\n     Looks to the western beam to spy\n      The flash of armour bright.\n     The village maid, with hand on brow\n      The level ray to shade,\n     Upon the footpath watches now\n      For Colin's darkening plaid.\n\n     Now to their mates the wild swans row,\n      By day they swam apart,\n     And to the thicket wanders slow\n      The hind beside the hart.\n     The woodlark at his partner's side\n      Twitters his closing song—\n     All meet whom day and care divide,\n      But Leonard tarries long!","themes":["love","nature","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"263","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"72617e804f1c9cb15f4135977126bb161bb1133576c4f053555123f446d554ac","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-264","title":"To The Moon","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Art thou pale for weariness\n       Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth,\n         Wandering companionless\n       Among the stars that have a different birth,—\n     And ever-changing, like a joyless eye\n     That finds no object worth its constancy?","themes":["spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"264","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"3955a050cc7511eb4f9c73be4e10ce106f184a6fbaab13136f52836a9ea6366e","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-265","title":"A widow bird sate mourning for her Love","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"A widow bird sate mourning for her Love\n         Upon a wintry bough;\n       The frozen wind crept on above,\n         The freezing stream below.\n\n       There was no leaf upon the forest bare,\n         No flower upon the ground,\n       And little motion in the air\n         Except the mill-wheel's sound.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"265","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"bc21a2804e51ba5b59b12d494c4a52428cb9469052d0b4a913dd0b5af34831d8","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-266","title":"To Sleep","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by\n     One after one; the sound of rain, and bees\n     Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas,\n     Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky;—\n\n     I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie\n     Sleepless; and soon the small birds' melodies\n     Must hear, first utter'd from my orchard trees,\n     And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry.\n\n     Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay,\n     And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth:\n     So do not let me wear to-night away:\n\n     Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth?\n     Come, blesséd barrier between day and day,\n     Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!","themes":["love","nature","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"266","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"90ddc6eb17f0e32f98ab13d4480abe4b930897e50820dcc56b8f3aed968531a0","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-267","title":"The Soldiers Dream","poet":"Thomas Campbell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd,\n      And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky;\n     And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd,\n      The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.\n\n     When reposing that night on my pallet of straw\n      By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain,\n     At the dead of the night a sweet Vision I saw;\n      And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.\n\n     Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array\n      Far, far, I had roam'd on a desolate track:\n     'Twas Autumn,—and sunshine arose on the way\n      To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back.\n\n     I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft\n      In life's morning march, when my bosom was young;\n     I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft,\n      And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.\n\n     Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore\n      From my home and my weeping friends never to part;\n     My little ones kiss'd me a thousand times o'er,\n      And my wife sobb'd aloud in her fulness of heart.\n\n     \"Stay—stay with us!—rest!—thou art weary and worn!\"—\n      And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay;—\n     But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn,\n      And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.","themes":["love","nature","grief","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"267","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"f99dab93cc1bad9d718da7b96e6a4b2ebb6640b53b19452e5a79229ab2038238","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-268","title":"A Dream Of The Unknown","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I dream'd that, as I wander'd by the way\n      Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring,\n     And gentle odours led my steps astray,\n      Mix'd with a sound of waters murmuring\n     Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay\n      Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling\n     Its green arms round the bosom of the stream,\n     But kiss'd it and then fled, as Thou mightest in dream.\n\n     There grew pied wind-flowers and violets,\n      Daisies, those pearl'd Arcturi of the earth,\n     The constellated flower that never sets;\n      Faint oxlips; tender blue-bells, at whose birth\n     The sod scarce heaved; and that tall flower that wets\n     Its mother's face with heaven-collected tears,\n     When the low wind, its playmate's voice, it hears.\n\n     And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine,\n      Green cow-bind and the moonlight-colour'd May,\n     And cherry-blossoms, and white cups, whose wine\n      Was the bright dew yet drain'd not by the day;\n     And wild roses, and ivy serpentine,\n      With its dark buds and leaves, wandering astray;\n     And flowers azure, black, and streak'd with gold,\n     Fairer than any waken'd eyes behold.\n\n     And nearer to the rivers trembling edge\n      There grew broad flag-flowers, purple prankt with white,\n     And starry river-buds among the sedge,\n      And floating water-lilies, broad and bright,\n     Which lit the oak that overhung the hedge\n      With moonlight beams of their own watery light;\n     And bulrushes, and reeds of such deep green\n     As soothed the dazzled eye with sober sheen.\n\n     Methought that of these visionary flowers\n      I made a nosegay, bound in such a way\n     That the same hues, which in their natural bowers\n      Were mingled or opposed, the like array\n     Kept these imprison'd children of the Hours\n      Within my hand;—and then, elate and gay,\n     I hasten'd to the spot whence I had come\n     That I might there present it—O! to Whom?","themes":["love","nature","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"268","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"86648497b01e4aa5f1a7f17e147d084277b26ee3921dad8c3e68cb1a709509a1","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-269","title":"The Inner Vision","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes\n     To pace the ground, if path there be or none,\n     While a fair region round the Traveller lies\n     Which he forbears again to look upon;\n\n     Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene\n     The work of Fancy, or some happy tone\n     Of meditation, slipping in between\n     The beauty coming and the beauty gone.\n\n     —If Thought and Love desert us, from that day\n     Let us break off all commerce with the Muse:\n     With Thought and Love companions of our way—\n\n     Whate'er the senses take or may refuse,—\n     The Mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews\n     Of inspiration on the humblest lay.","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"269","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"f88231bb9d6bffd708385fef2241c01e6e0c9836e9c77fe1d8303401cbde94c9","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-270","title":"The Realm Of Fancy","poet":"John Keats","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Ever let the Fancy roam!\n     Pleasure never is at home:\n     At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,\n     Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;\n     Then let wingéd Fancy wander\n     Through the thought still spread beyond her:\n     Open wide the mind's cage-door,\n     She'll dart forth, and cloudward soar.\n     O sweet Fancy! let her loose;\n     Summer's joys are spoilt by use,\n     And the enjoying of the Spring\n     Fades as does its blossoming:\n     Autumn's red-lipp'd fruitage too\n     Blushing through the mist and dew\n     Cloys with tasting: What do then?\n     Sit thee by the ingle, when\n     The sear faggot blazes bright,\n     Spirit of a winter's night;\n     When the soundless earth is muffled,\n     And the cakéd snow is shuffled\n     From the ploughboy's heavy shoon;\n     When the Night doth meet the Noon\n     In dark conspiracy\n     To banish Even from her sky.\n     —Sit thee there, and send abroad\n     With a mind self-overawed\n     Fancy, high-commission'd:—send her!\n     She has vassals to attend her;\n     She will bring, in spite of frost,\n     Beauties that the earth hath lost;\n     She will bring thee, all together,\n     All delights of summer weather;\n     All the buds and bells of May,\n     From dewy sward or thorny spray;\n     All the heapéd Autumn's wealth,\n     With a still, mysterious stealth:\n     She will mix these pleasures up\n     Like three fit wines in a cup,\n     And thou shalt quaff it;—thou shalt hear\n     Distant harvest-carols clear;\n     Rustle of the reapéd corn;\n     Sweet birds antheming the morn:\n     And in the same moment—hark!\n     'Tis the early April lark,\n     Or the rooks, with busy caw,\n     Foraging for sticks and straw.\n     Thou shalt, at one glance, behold\n     The daisy and the marigold;\n     White-plumed lilies, and the first\n     Hedge-grown primrose that hath burst;\n     Shaded hyacinth, alway\n     Sapphire queen of the mid-May;\n     And every leaf, and every flower\n     Pearléd with the self-same shower.\n     Thou shalt see the field-mouse peep\n     Meagre from its celléd sleep;\n     And the snake all winter-thin\n     Cast on sunny bank its skin;\n     Freckled nest eggs thou shalt see\n     Hatching in the hawthorn-tree,\n     When the hen-bird's wing doth rest\n     Quiet on her mossy nest;\n     Then the hurry and alarm\n     When the bee-hive casts its swarm;\n     Acorns ripe down-pattering\n     While the autumn breezes sing.\n\n       O sweet Fancy! let her loose;\n     Everything is spoilt by use:\n     Where's the cheek that doth not fade,\n     Too much gazed at? Where's the maid\n     Whose lip mature is ever new?\n     Where's the eye, however blue,\n     Doth not weary? Where's the face\n     One would meet in every place?\n     Where's the voice, however soft,\n     One would hear so very oft?\n     At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth\n     Like to bubbles when rain pelteth.\n     Let then wingéd Fancy find\n     Thee a mistress to thy mind:\n     Dulcet-eyed as Ceres' daughter,\n     Ere the God of Torment taught her\n     How to frown and how to chide;\n     With a waist and with a side\n     White as Hebe's, when her zone\n     Slipt its golden clasp, and down\n     Fell her kirtle to her feet,\n     While she held the goblet sweet,\n     And Jove grew languid.—Break the mesh\n     Of the Fancy's silken leash;\n     Quickly break her prison-string,\n     And such joys as these she'll bring:\n     —Let the wingéd Fancy roam!\n     Pleasure never is at home.","themes":["nature","spirituality","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"270","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"c3763cdf1f1fc2ac97822f4476363e1b63b5352ec21c100f4aeeed4d9c87a2f5","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-271","title":"Hymn To The Spirit Of Nature","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Life of Life! Thy lips enkindle\n      With their love the breath between them;\n     And thy smiles before they dwindle\n      Make the cold air fire; then screen them\n     In those locks, where whoso gazes\n     Faints, entangled in their mazes.\n\n     Child of Light! Thy limbs are burning\n      Through the veil which seems to hide them,\n     As the radiant lines of morning\n      Through thin clouds, ere they divide them;\n     And this atmosphere divinest\n     Shrouds thee wheresoe'er thou shinest.\n\n     Fair are others; none beholds Thee;\n      But thy voice sounds low and tender\n     Like the fairest, for it folds thee\n      From the sight, that liquid splendour;\n     And all feel, yet see thee never,—\n     As I feel now, lost for ever!\n\n     Lamp of Earth! Where'er thou movest\n      Its dim shapes are clad with brightness,\n     And the souls of whom thou lovest\n      Walk upon the winds with lightness\n     Till they fail, as I am failing,\n     Dizzy, lost, yet unbewailing!","themes":["love","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"271","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"d85b0bfc39f3c9012bf22a260d0346b6c914bf357701c733971445f8c1e8e322","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-272","title":"Written In Early Spring","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I heard a thousand blended notes\n     While in a grove I sat reclined,\n     In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts\n     Bring sad thoughts to the mind.\n\n     To her fair works did Nature link\n     The human soul that through me ran;\n     And much it grieved my heart to think\n     What Man has made of Man.\n\n     Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower,\n     The periwinkle trail'd its wreaths;\n     And 'tis my faith that every flower\n     Enjoys the air it breathes.\n\n     The birds around me hopp'd and play'd,\n     Their thoughts I cannot measure—\n     But the least motion which they made\n     It seem'd a thrill of pleasure.\n\n     The budding twigs spread out their fan\n     To catch the breezy air;\n     And I must think, do all I can,\n     That there was pleasure there.\n\n     If this belief from heaven be sent,\n     If such be Nature's holy plan,\n     Have I not reason to lament\n     What Man has made of Man?","themes":["love","nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"272","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"fe2c4ea036c8299dba9cadd738d59729aca193904d16303d470851ab196a3540","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-273","title":"Ruth: Or The Influences Of Nature","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"When Ruth was left half desolate,\n     Her father took another mate;\n     And Ruth, not seven years old,\n     A slighted child, at her own will\n     Went wandering over dale and hill,\n     In thoughtless freedom bold.\n\n     And she had made a pipe of straw,\n     And music from that pipe could draw\n     Like sounds of winds and floods;\n     Had built a bower upon the green,\n     As if she from her birth had been\n     An infant of the woods.\n\n     Beneath her father's roof, alone\n     She seem'd to live; her thoughts her own;\n     Herself her own delight:\n     Pleased with herself, nor sad nor gay,\n     She pass'd her time; and in this way\n     Grew up to woman's height.\n\n     There came a youth from Georgia's shore—\n     A military casque he wore\n     With splendid feathers drest;\n     He brought them from the Cherokees;\n     The feathers nodded in the breeze\n     And made a gallant crest.\n\n     From Indian blood you deem him sprung:\n     But no! he spake the English tongue\n     And bore a soldier's name;\n     And, when America was free\n     From battle and from jeopardy,\n     He 'cross the ocean came.\n\n     With hues of genius on his cheek,\n     In finest tones the youth could speak:\n     —While he was yet a boy\n     The moon, the glory of the sun,\n     And streams that murmur as they run\n     Had been his dearest joy.\n\n     He was a lovely youth! I guess\n     The panther in the wilderness\n     Was not so fair as he;\n     And when he chose to sport and play,\n     No dolphin ever was so gay\n     Upon the tropic sea.\n\n     Among the Indians he had fought,\n     And with him many tales he brought\n     Of pleasure and of fear;\n     Such tales as, told to any maid\n     By such a youth, in the green shade,\n     Were perilous to hear.\n\n     He told of girls, a happy rout!\n     Who quit their fold with dance and shout,\n     Their pleasant Indian town,\n     To gather strawberries all day long;\n     Returning with a choral song\n     When daylight is gone down.\n\n     He spake of plants that hourly change\n     Their blossoms, through a boundless range\n     Of intermingling hues;\n     With budding, fading, faded flowers,\n     They stand the wonder of the bowers\n     From morn to evening dews,\n\n     He told of the Magnolia, spread\n     High as a cloud, high over head!\n     The cypress and her spire;\n     —Of flowers that with one scarlet gleam\n     Cover a hundred leagues, and seem\n     To set the hills on fire.\n\n     The youth of green savannahs spake,\n     And many an endless, endless lake,\n     With all its fairy crowds\n     Of islands, that together lie\n     As quietly as spots of sky\n     Among the evening clouds.\n\n     And then he said, \"How sweet it were\n     A fisher or a hunter there,\n     In sunshine or in shade\n     To wander with an easy mind,\n     And build a household fire, and find\n     A home in every glade!\n\n     \"What days and what bright years! Ah me!\n     Our life were life indeed, with Thee\n     So pass'd in quiet bliss;\n     And all the while,\" said he, \"to know\n     That we were in a world of woe,\n     On such an earth as this!\"\n\n     And then he sometimes interwove\n     Fond thoughts about a father's love,\n     \"For there,\" said he, \"are spun\n     Around the heart such tender ties,\n     That our own children to our eyes\n     Are dearer than the sun.\n\n     \"Sweet Ruth! and could you go with me\n     My helpmate in the woods to be,\n     Our shed at night to rear;\n     Or run, my own adopted bride,\n     A sylvan huntress at my side,\n     And drive the flying deer!\n\n     \"Beloved Ruth!\"—No more he said.\n     The wakeful Ruth at midnight shed\n     A solitary tear:\n     She thought again—and did agree\n     With him to sail across the sea,\n     And drive the flying deer.\n\n     \"And now, as fitting is and right,\n     We in the church our faith will plight,\n     A husband and a wife.\"\n     Even so they did; and I may say\n     That to sweet Ruth that happy day\n     Was more than human life.\n\n     Through dream and vision did she sink,\n     Delighted all the while to think\n     That, on those lonesome floods,\n     And green savannahs, she should share\n     His board with lawful joy, and bear\n     His name in the wild woods.\n\n     But, as you have before been told,\n     This Stripling, sportive, gay, and bold,\n     And with his dancing crest\n     So beautiful, through savage lands\n     Had roam'd about, with vagrant bands\n     Of Indians in the West.\n\n     The wind, the tempest roaring high,\n     The tumult of a tropic sky\n     Might well be dangerous food\n     For him, a youth to whom was given\n     So much of earth—so much of heaven,\n     And such impetuous blood.\n\n     Whatever in those climes he found\n     Irregular in sight or sound\n     Did to his mind impart\n     A kindred impulse, seem'd allied\n     To his own powers, and justified\n     The workings of his heart.\n\n     Nor less, to feed voluptuous thought,\n     The beauteous forms of Nature wrought,—\n     Fair trees and gorgeous flowers;\n     The breezes their own languor lent;\n     The stars had feelings, which they sent\n     Into those favour'd bowers.\n\n     Yet, in his worst pursuits, I ween\n     That sometimes there did intervene\n     Pure hopes of high intent:\n     For passions link'd to forms so fair\n     And stately, needs must have their share\n     Of noble sentiment.\n\n     But ill he lived, much evil saw,\n     With men to whom no better law\n     Nor better life was known;\n     Deliberately and undeceived,\n     Those wild men's vices he received,\n     And gave them back his own.\n\n     His genius and his moral frame\n     Were thus impair'd, and he became\n     The slave of low desires:\n     A man who without self-control\n     Would seek what the degraded soul\n     Unworthily admires.\n\n     And yet he with no feign'd delight\n     Had woo'd the maiden, day and night\n     Had loved her, night and morn:\n     What could he less than love a maid\n     Whose heart with so much nature play'd—\n     So kind and so forlorn?\n\n     Sometimes most earnestly he said,\n     \"O Ruth! I have been worse than dead;\n     False thoughts, thoughts bold and vain\n     Encompass'd me on every side\n     When I, in confidence and pride,\n     Had cross'd the Atlantic main.\n\n     \"Before me shone a glorious world\n     Fresh as a banner bright, unfurl'd\n     To music suddenly:\n     I look'd upon those hills and plains,\n     And seem'd as if let loose from chains\n     To live at liberty!\n\n     \"No more of this—for now, by thee,\n     Dear Ruth! more happily set free\n     With nobler zeal I burn;\n     My soul from darkness is released\n     Like the whole sky when to the east\n     The morning doth return.\"\n\n     Full soon that better mind was gone;\n     No hope, no wish remain'd, not one,—\n     They stirr'd him now no more;\n     New objects did new pleasure give,\n     And once again he wish'd to live\n     As lawless as before.\n\n     Meanwhile, as thus with him it fared,\n     They for the voyage were prepared,\n     And went to the sea-shore,\n     But, when they thither came, the youth\n     Deserted his poor bride, and Ruth\n     Could never find him more.\n\n     God help thee, Ruth!—Such pains she had\n     That she in half a year was mad\n     And in a prison housed;\n     And there, exulting in her wrongs,\n     Among the music of her songs\n     She fearfully caroused.\n\n     Yet sometimes milder hours she knew,\n     Nor wanted sun, nor rain, nor dew,\n     Nor pastimes of the May;\n     —They all were with her in her cell;\n     And a clear brook with cheerful knell\n     Did o'er the pebbles play.\n\n     When Ruth three seasons thus had lain,\n     There came a respite to her pain;\n     She from her prison fled;\n     But of the vagrant none took thought;\n     And where it liked her best she sought\n     Her shelter and her bread.\n\n     Among the fields she breathed again:\n     The master-current of her brain\n     Ran permanent and free;\n     And, coming to the banks of Tone,\n     There did she rest; and dwell alone\n     Under the greenwood tree.\n\n     The engines of her pain, the tools\n     That shaped her sorrow, rocks and pools,\n     And airs that gently stir\n     The vernal leaves—she loved them still,\n     Nor ever tax'd them with the ill\n     Which had been done to her.\n\n     A barn her Winter bed supplies;\n     But, till the warmth of Summer skies\n     And Summer days is gone,\n     (And all do in this tale agree)\n     She sleeps beneath the greenwood tree,\n     And other home hath none.\n\n     An innocent life, yet far astray!\n     And Ruth will, long before her day,\n     Be broken down and old:\n     Sore aches she needs must have! but less\n     Of mind, than body's wretchedness,\n     From damp, and rain, and cold.\n\n     If she is prest by want of food\n     She from her dwelling in the wood\n     Repairs to a road-side;\n     And there she begs at one steep place\n     Where up and down with easy pace\n     The horsemen-travellers ride.\n\n     That oaten pipe of hers is mute\n     Or thrown away; but with a flute\n     Her loneliness she cheers;\n     This flute, made of a hemlock stalk,\n     At evening in his homeward walk\n     The Quantock woodman hears.\n\n     I, too, have pass'd her on the hills\n     Setting her little water-mills\n     By spouts and fountains wild—\n     Such small machinery as she turn'd\n     Ere she had wept, ere she had mourn'd,\n     A young and happy child!\n\n     Farewell! and when thy days are told,\n     Ill-fated Ruth! in hallow'd mould\n     Thy corpse shall buried be;\n     For thee a funeral bell shall ring,\n     And all the congregation sing\n     A Christian psalm for thee.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"273","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"1045de5e748bedb8dc3837538d098061b1324118a9498780be436f454e7bfd8e","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-274","title":"Written In The Euganean Hills, North Italy","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Many a green isle needs must be\n     In the deep wide sea of misery,\n     Or the mariner, worn and wan,\n     Never thus could voyage on\n     Day and night, and night and day,\n     Drifting on his dreary way,\n     With the solid darkness black\n     Closing round his vessel's track;\n     Whilst above, the sunless sky\n     Big with clouds, hangs heavily,\n     And behind the tempest fleet\n     Hurries on with lightning feet,\n     Riving sail, and cord, and plank,\n     Till the ship has almost drank\n     Death from the o'er-brimming deep;\n     And sinks down, down, like that sleep\n     When the dreamer seems to be\n     Weltering through eternity;\n     And the dim low line before\n     Of a dark and distant shore\n     Still recedes, as ever still\n     Longing with divided will,\n     But no power to seek or shun,\n     He is ever drifted on\n     O'er the unreposing wave,\n     To the haven of the grave.\n\n     Ah, many flowering islands lie\n     In the waters of wide agony:\n     To such a one this morn was led\n     My bark, by soft winds piloted.\n     —'Mid the mountains Euganean\n     I stood listening to the paean\n     With which the legion'd rooks did hail\n     The Sun's uprise majestical:\n     Gathering round with wings all hoar,\n     Through the dewy mist they soar\n     Like gray shades, till the eastern heaven\n     Bursts, and then,—as clouds of even\n     Fleck'd with fire and azure, lie\n     In the unfathomable sky,—\n     So their plumes of purple grain\n     Starr'd with drops of golden rain\n     Gleam above the sunlight woods,\n     As in silent multitudes\n     On the morning's fitful gale\n     Through the broken mist they sail;\n     And the vapours cloven and gleaming\n     Follow down the dark steep streaming,\n     Till all is bright, and clear, and still\n     Round the solitary hill.\n\n       Beneath is spread like a green sea\n     The waveless plain of Lombardy,\n     Bounded by the vaporous air,\n     Islanded by cities fair;\n     Underneath day's azure eyes,\n     Ocean's nursling, Venice lies,—\n     A peopled labyrinth of walls,\n     Amphitrite's destined halls,\n     Which her hoary sire now paves\n     With his blue and beaming waves.\n     Lo! the sun upsprings behind,\n     Broad, red, radiant, half-reclined\n     On the level quivering line\n     Of the waters crystalline;\n     And before that chasm of light,\n     As within a furnace bright,\n     Column, tower, and dome, and spire,\n     Shine like obelisks of fire,\n     Pointing with inconstant motion\n     From the altar of dark ocean\n     To the sapphire-tinted skies;\n     As the flames of sacrifice\n     From the marble shrines did rise\n     As to pierce the dome of gold\n     Where Apollo spoke of old.\n\n       Sun-girt City! thou hast been\n     Ocean's child, and then his queen;\n     Now is come a darker day,\n     And thou soon must be his prey,\n     If the power that raised thee here\n     Hallow so thy watery bier.\n     A less drear ruin then than now\n     With thy conquest-branded brow\n     Stooping to the slave of slaves\n     From thy throne among the waves,\n     Wilt thou be,—when the sea-mew\n     Flies, as once before it flew,\n     O'er thine isles depopulate,\n     And all is in its ancient state,\n     Save where many a palace-gate\n     With green sea-flowers overgrown\n     Like a rock of ocean's own,\n     Topples o'er the abandon'd sea\n     As the tides change sullenly.\n     The fisher on his watery way\n     Wandering at the close of day,\n     Will spread his sail and seize his oar\n     Till he pass the gloomy shore,\n     Lest thy dead should, from their sleep\n     Bursting o'er the starlight deep,\n     Lead a rapid masque of death\n     O'er the waters of his path.\n\n       Noon descends around me now:\n     'Tis the noon of autumn's glow,\n     When a soft and purple mist\n     Like a vaporous amethyst,\n     Or an air-dissolvéd star\n     Mingling light and fragrance, far\n     From the curved horizon's bound\n     To the point of heaven's profound,\n     Fills the overflowing sky:\n     And the plains that silent lie\n     Underneath; the leaves unsodden\n     Where the infant frost has trodden\n     With his morning-wingéd feet\n     Whose bright print is gleaming yet;\n     And the red and golden vines\n     Piercing with their trellised lines\n     The rough, dark-skirted wilderness;\n     The dun and bladed grass no less,\n     Pointing from this hoary tower\n     In the windless air; the flower\n     Glimmering at my feet; the line\n     Of the olive-sandall'd Apennine\n     In the south dimly islanded;\n     And the Alps, whose snows are spread\n     High between the clouds and sun;\n     And of living things each one;\n     And my spirit, which so long\n     Darken'd this swift stream of song,—\n     Interpenetrated lie\n     By the glory of the sky;\n     Be it love, light, harmony,\n     Odour, or the soul of all\n     Which from Heaven like dew doth fall,\n     Or the mind which feeds this verse\n     Peopling the lone universe.\n\n     Noon descends, and after noon\n     Autumn's evening meets me soon,\n     Leading the infantine moon\n     And that one star, which to her\n     Almost seems to minister\n     Half the crimson light she brings\n     From the sunset's radiant springs:\n     And the soft dreams of the morn\n     (Which like wingéd winds had borne\n     To that silent isle, which lies\n     'Mid remember'd agonies,\n     The frail bark of this lone being),\n     Pass, to other sufferers fleeing,\n     And its ancient pilot, Pain,\n     Sits beside the helm again.\n\n     Other flowering isles must be\n     In the sea of life and agony:\n     Other spirits float and flee\n     O'er that gulf: ev'n now, perhaps,\n     On some rock the wild wave wraps,\n     With folding wings they waiting sit\n     For my bark, to pilot it\n     To some calm and blooming cove,\n     Where for me, and those I love,\n     May a windless bower be built,\n     Far from passion, pain, and guilt,\n     In a dell 'mid lawny hills\n     Which the wild sea-murmur fills,\n     And soft sunshine, and the sound\n     Of old forests echoing round,\n     And the light and smell divine\n     Of all flowers that breathe and shine.\n     —We may live so happy there,\n     That the spirits of the air,\n     Envying us, may even entice\n     To our healing paradise\n     The polluting multitude;\n     But their rage would be subdued\n     By that clime divine and calm,\n     And the winds whose wings rain balm\n     On the uplifted soul, and leaves\n     Under which the bright sea heaves;\n     While each breathless interval\n     In their whisperings musical\n     The inspired soul supplies\n     With its own deep melodies;\n     And the Love which heals all strife\n     Circling, like the breath of life,\n     All things in that sweet abode\n     With its own mild brotherhood.\n     They, not it, would change; and soon\n     Every sprite beneath the moon\n     Would repent its envy vain,\n     And the Earth grow young again!","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"274","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"8a85c3dc4114e0bf10d7e7ee636a217266533ae3384cea9c4a20410ce7bc9dd1","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-275","title":"Ode To The West Wind","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,\n     Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead\n     Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,\n     Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,\n     Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou\n     Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed\n     The wingéd seeds, where they lie cold and low,\n     Each like a corpse within its grave, until\n     Thine azure sister of the spring shall blow\n     Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill\n     (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)\n     With living hues and odours plain and hill:\n     Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;\n     Destroyer and preserver; Hear, O hear!\n\n       Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion,\n     Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed\n     Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,\n     Angels of rain and lightning; there are spread\n     On the blue surface of thine airy surge,\n     Like the bright hair uplifted from the head\n     Of some fierce Maenad, ev'n from the dim verge\n     Of the horizon to the zenith's height—\n     The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge\n     Of the dying year, to which this closing night\n     Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,\n     Vaulted with all thy congregated might\n     Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere\n     Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: O hear!\n\n       Thou who didst waken from his summer-dreams\n     The blue Mediterranean, where he lay\n     Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams,\n     Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,\n     And saw in sleep old palaces and towers\n     Quivering within the wave's intenser day,\n     All overgrown with azure moss and flowers\n     So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou\n     For whose path the Atlantic's level powers\n     Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below\n     The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear\n     The sapless foliage of the ocean, know\n     Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear\n     And tremble and despoil themselves: O hear!\n\n       If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;\n     If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;\n     A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share\n     The impulse of thy strength, only less free\n     Than Thou, O uncontrollable! If even\n     I were as in my boyhood, and could be\n     The comrade of thy wanderings over heaven,\n     As then, when to outstrip the skyey speed\n     Scarce seem'd a vision, I would ne'er have striven\n     As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.\n     O lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!\n     I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!\n     A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd\n     One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.\n\n       Make me thy lyre, ev'n as the forest is:\n     What if my leaves are falling like its own!\n     The tumult of thy mighty harmonies\n     Will take from both a deep autumnal tone,\n     Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,\n     My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!\n     Drive my dead thoughts over the universe\n     Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth!\n     And, by the incantation of this verse,\n     Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth\n     Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!\n     Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth\n     The trumpet of a prophecy! O, Wind,\n     If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"275","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"3e9790eb5ff776b039fffa67de98a28c070c2cc985ec0c572f1d3bd93a508b45","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-276","title":"Nature And The Poet","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm, painted by\n     Sir George Beaumont.\n\n     I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile!\n     Four summer weeks I dwelt in sight of thee:\n     I saw thee every day; and all the while\n     Thy form was sleeping on a glassy sea.\n\n     So pure the sky, so quiet was the air!\n     So like, so very like, was day to day!\n     Whene'er I look'd, thy image still was there;\n     It trembled, but it never pass'd away.\n\n     How perfect was the calm! It seem'd no sleep,\n     No mood, which season takes away, or brings:\n     I could have fancied that the mighty Deep\n     Was even the gentlest of all gentle things.\n\n     Ah! then if mine had been the painter's hand\n     To express what then I saw; and add the gleam,\n     The light that never was on sea or land,\n     The consecration, and the Poet's dream,—\n\n     I would have planted thee, thou hoary pile,\n     Amid a world how different from this!\n     Beside a sea that could not cease to smile;\n     On tranquil land, beneath a sky of bliss.\n\n     A picture had it been of lasting ease,\n     Elysian quiet, without toil or strife;\n     No motion but the moving tide, a breeze,\n     Or merely silent Nature's breathing life.\n\n     Such, in the fond illusion of my heart,\n     Such picture would I at that time have made;\n     And seen the soul of truth in every part,\n     A steadfast peace that might not be betray'd.\n\n     So once it would have been,—'tis so no more\n     I have submitted to a new control:\n     A power is gone, which nothing can restore;\n     A deep distress hath humanised my soul.\n\n     Not for a moment could I now behold\n     A smiling sea, and be what I have been:\n     The feeling of my loss will ne'er be old;\n     This, which I know, I speak with mind serene.\n\n     Then, Beaumont, Friend! who would have been the friend\n     If he had lived, of him whom I deplore,\n     This work of thine I blame not, but commend;\n     This sea in anger, and that dismal shore.\n\n     O 'tis a passionate work!—yet wise and well,\n     Well chosen is the spirit that is here;\n     That hulk which labours in the deadly swell,\n     This rueful sky, this pageantry of fear!\n\n     And this huge Castle, standing here sublime,\n     I love to see the look with which it braves,\n     —Cased in the unfeeling armour of old time—\n     The lightning, the fierce wind, and trampling waves.\n\n     Farewell, farewell the heart that lives alone,\n     Housed in a dream, at distance from the Kind!\n     Such happiness, wherever it be known,\n     Is to be pitied; for 'tis surely blind.\n\n     But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer,\n     And frequent sights of what is to be borne!\n     Such sights, or worse, as are before me here:\n     Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"276","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"842e336d3af7075be2551542579ddd4f9884437e8eb3a2a19434b5cdb5ecb794","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-277","title":"The Poet's Dream","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"On a Poet's lips I slept\n        Dreaming like a love-adept\n        In the sound his breathing kept;\n        Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses,\n        But feeds on the aerial kisses\n        Of shapes that haunt Thought's wildernesses.\n        He will watch from dawn to gloom\n        The lake-reflected sun illume\n        The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom,\n          Nor heed nor see, what things they be—\n        But from these create he can\n        Forms more real than living Man,\n          Nurslings of immortality!","themes":["love","hope"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"277","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"941626036c1244eb63b9bfedb3ed7d70c36191fad7c6e8e65468c0cfee95952c","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-278","title":"The World is too much with us; late and soon","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"The World is too much with us; late and soon,\n     Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;\n     Little we see in Nature that is ours;\n     We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!\n\n     This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,\n     The winds that will be howling at all hours\n     And are up-gather'd now like sleeping flowers,\n     For this, for everything, we are out of tune;\n\n     It moves us not.—Great God! I'd rather be\n     A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn,—\n     So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,\n\n     Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;\n     Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;\n     Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"278","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"d382d72cfcefb4c116b2d7475cd3063b89fa3f18fb95de9c3417e5d05a7a127a","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-279","title":"Within King's College Chapel, Cambridge","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense,\n     With ill-match'd aims the Architect who plann'd\n     (Albeit labouring for a scanty band\n     Of white-robed Scholars only) this immense\n\n     And glorious work of fine intelligence!\n     —Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore\n     Of nicely-calculated less or more:—\n     So deem'd the man who fashion'd for the sense\n\n     These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof\n     Self-poised, and scoop'd into ten thousand cells\n     Where light and shade repose, where music dwells\n\n     Lingering and wandering on as loth to die—\n     Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof\n     That they were born for immortality.","themes":["spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"279","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"f8a75674f232582384267d33bcdf167e6643907c2eb67a01fe2abd143bd0f736","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-280","title":"Youth And Age","poet":"Samuel Taylor Coleridge","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying,\n     Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee—\n     Both were mine! Life went a-maying\n     With Nature, Hope, and Poesy,\n                 When I was young!\n\n     When I was young?—Ah, woeful when!\n     Ah! for the change 'twixt Now and Then!\n     This breathing house not built with hands,\n     This body that does me grievous wrong,\n     O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands\n     How lightly then it flash'd along:\n     Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore,\n     On winding lakes and rivers wide,\n     That ask no aid of sail or oar,\n     That fear no spite of wind or tide!\n     Nought cared this body for wind or weather\n     When Youth and I lived in't together.\n     Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like;\n     Friendship is a sheltering tree;\n     O! the joys, that came down shower-like,\n     Of Friendship, Love, and Liberty,\n                 Ere I was old!\n\n     Ere I was old? Ah woeful Ere,\n     Which tells me, Youth's no longer here!\n     O Youth! for years so many and sweet\n     'Tis known that Thou and I were one,\n     I'll think it but a fond conceit—\n     It cannot be, that Thou art gone!\n     Thy vesper-bell hath not yet toll'd:—\n     And thou wert aye a masker bold!\n     What strange disguise hast now put on\n     To make believe that thou art gone?\n     I see these locks in silvery slips,\n     This drooping gait, this alter'd size:\n     But Springtide blossoms on thy lips,\n     And tears take sunshine from thine eyes!\n     Life is but Thought: so think I will\n     That Youth and I are housemates still.\n\n     Dew-drops are the gems of morning,\n     But the tears of mournful eve!\n     Where no hope is, life's a warning\n     That only serves to make us grieve\n\n                 When we are old:\n     —That only serves to make us grieve\n     With oft and tedious taking-leave,\n     Like some poor nigh-related guest\n     That may not rudely be dismist,\n     Yet hath out-stay'd his welcome while,\n     And tells the jest without a smile.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"280","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"4ca1a78ef8959ce64055014422cfe5d37f03d3c1794f7ced6bb35ffb4a052475","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-281","title":"The Two April Mornings","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"We walk'd along, while bright and red\n     Uprose the morning sun;\n     And Matthew stopp'd, he looked, and said,\n     \"The will of God be done!\"\n\n     A village schoolmaster was he,\n     With hair of glittering gray;\n     As blithe a man as you could see\n     On a spring holiday.\n\n     And on that morning, through the grass,\n     And by the steaming rills\n     We travel'd merrily, to pass\n     A day among the hills.\n\n     \"Our work,\" said I, \"was well begun;\n     Then, from thy breast what thought,\n     Beneath so beautiful a sun,\n     So sad a sigh has brought?\"\n\n     A second time did Matthew stop;\n     And fixing still his eye\n     Upon the eastern mountain-top,\n     To me he made reply:\n\n     \"Yon cloud with that long purple cleft\n     Brings fresh into my mind\n     A day like this, which I have left\n     Full thirty years behind.\n\n     \"And just above yon slope of corn\n     Such colours, and no other,\n     Were in the sky, that April morn\n     Of this the very brother.\n\n     \"With rod and line I sued the sport\n     Which that sweet season gave,\n     And, to the church-yard come, stopp'd short\n     Beside my daughter's grave.\n\n     \"Nine summers had she scarcely seen,\n     The pride of all the vale;\n     And then she sang:—she would have been\n     A very nightingale.\n\n     \"Six feet in earth my Emma lay;\n     And yet I loved her more—\n     For so it seem'd,—than till that day\n     I e'er had loved before.\n\n     \"And, turning from her grave, I met,\n     Beside the church-yard yew,\n     A blooming Girl, whose hair was wet\n     With points of morning dew.\n\n     \"A basket on her head she bare;\n     Her brow was smooth and white:\n     To see a child so very fair,\n     It was a pure delight!\n\n     \"No fountain from its rocky cave\n     E'er tripped with foot so free;\n     She seem'd as happy as a wave\n     That dances on the sea.\n\n     \"There came from me a sigh of pain\n     Which I could ill confine;\n     I looked at her, and looked again\n     And did not wish her mine!\"\n\n     —Matthew is in his grave, yet now,\n     Methinks I see him stand\n     As at that moment, with a bough\n     Of wilding in his hand.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"281","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"d9e80c6ac941ba962b1dd66dd60ed3e799f10ca6ff89c5107417773d7f62951b","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-282","title":"The Fountain","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"A Conversation.\n\n     We talk'd with open heart, and tongue\n     Affectionate and true,\n     A pair of friends, though I was young,\n     And Matthew seventy-two.\n\n     We lay beneath a spreading oak,\n     Beside a mossy seat;\n     And from the turf a fountain broke\n     And gurgled at our feet.\n\n     \"Now, Matthew!\" said I \"let us match\n     This water's pleasant tune\n     With some old border song, or catch\n     That suits a summer's noon.\n\n     \"Or of the church-clock and the chimes\n     Sing here beneath the shade\n     That half-mad thing of witty rhymes\n     Which you last April made!\"\n\n     In silence Matthew lay, and eyed\n     The spring beneath the tree;\n     And thus the dear old man replied,\n     The gray-hair'd man of glee:\n\n     \"No check, no stay, this Streamlet fears,\n     How merrily it goes!\n     'Twill murmur on a thousand years\n     And flow as now it flows.\n\n     \"And here, on this delightful day\n     I cannot choose but think\n     How oft, a vigorous man, I lay\n     Beside this fountain's brink.\n\n     \"My eyes are dim with childish tears,\n     My heart is idly stirr'd,\n     For the same sound is in my ears\n     Which in those days I heard.\n\n     \"Thus fares it still in our decay:\n     And yet the wiser mind\n     Mourns less for what Age takes away,\n     Than what it leaves behind.\n\n     \"The blackbird amid leafy trees—\n     The lark above the hill,\n     Let loose their carols when they please,\n     Are quiet when they will.\n\n     \"With Nature never do they wage\n     A foolish strife; they see\n     A happy youth, and their old age\n     Is beautiful and free:\n\n     \"But we are press'd by heavy laws;\n     And often, glad no more,\n     We wear a face of joy, because\n     We have been glad of yore.\n\n     \"If there be one who need bemoan\n     His kindred laid in earth,\n     The household hearts that were his own,—\n     It is the man of mirth.\n\n     \"My days, my friend, are almost gone,\n     My life has been approved,\n     And many love me; but by none\n     Am I enough beloved.\"\n\n     \"Now both himself and me he wrongs,\n     The man who thus complains!\n     I live and sing my idle songs\n     Upon these happy plains:\n\n     \"And Matthew, for thy children dead\n     I'll be a son to thee!\"\n     At this he grasp'd my hand and said,\n     \"Alas! that cannot be.\"\n\n     We rose up from the fountain-side;\n     And down the smooth descent\n     Of the green sheep-track did we glide\n     And through the wood we went;\n\n     And, ere we came to Leonard's Rock,\n     He sang those witty rhymes\n     About the crazy old church-clock,\n     And the bewilder'd chimes.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"282","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"92d73de6ba61b68513e30da34e895d195142396f1afaf89c479b7b4daf340e37","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-283","title":"The River Of Life","poet":"Thomas Campbell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"The more we live, more brief appear\n       Our life's succeeding stages:\n     A day to childhood seems a year,\n       And years like passing ages.\n\n     The gladsome current of our youth\n       Ere passion yet disorders,\n     Steals lingering like a river smooth\n       Along its grassy borders.\n\n     But as the careworn cheek grows wan,\n       And sorrow's shafts fly thicker,\n     Ye Stars, that measure life to man,\n       Why seem your courses quicker?\n\n     When joys have lost their bloom and breath\n       And life itself is vapid,\n     Why, as we reach the Falls of Death,\n       Feel we its tide more rapid?\n\n     It may be strange—yet who would change\n       Time's course to lower speeding,\n     When one by one our friends have gone\n       And left our bosoms bleeding?\n\n     Heaven gives our years of fading strength\n       Indemnifying fleetness;\n     And those of youth, a seeming length,\n       Proportion'd to their sweetness.","themes":["grief","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"283","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"0e96a310af01a734e75c499c8124998764454e8b40519c224687bc7f5a9ffe51","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-284","title":"The Human Seasons","poet":"John Keats","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;\n     There are four seasons in the mind of Man:\n     He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear\n     Takes in all beauty with an easy span:\n\n     He has his summer, when luxuriously\n     Spring's honey'd cud of youthful thought he loves\n     To ruminate, and by such dreaming high\n     Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves\n\n     His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings\n     He furleth close; contented so to look\n     On mists in idleness—to let fair things\n     Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook:—\n\n     He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,\n     Or else he would forego his mortal nature.","themes":["nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"284","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. An anthology selection is not necessarily the author’s complete longer work.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"46bdbc14911b8ffa8b1db735cf19e05e448af15c84c072a52ff887316e17f2b7","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"treasury-285","title":"A Lament","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O World! O Life! O Time!\n     On whose last steps I climb,\n       Trembling at that where I had stood before;\n     When will return the glory of your prime?\n       No more—O never more!\n\n     Out of the day and night\n     A joy has taken flight:\n       Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar\n     Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight\n       No more—O never more!","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. Pearse, Project Gutenberg 19221","sourceLocator":"285","sourceNote":"Poems and selections from the historical anthology. Titles and attributions follow that edition and may differ from modern scholarship. 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if I were sullen\n             While Earth herself is adorning\n                 This sweet May morning,\n             And the children are pulling\n                 On every side\n             In a thousand valleys far and wide\n             Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm,\n     And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm:—\n             I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!\n             —But there's a tree, of many, one,\n     A single field which I have look'd upon,\n     Both of them speak of something that is gone:\n                 The pansy at my feet\n                 Doth the same tale repeat:\n     Whither is fled the visionary gleam?\n     Where is it now, the glory and the dream?\n\n     Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;\n     The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,\n             Hath had elsewhere its setting\n                 And cometh from afar;\n             Not in entire forgetfulness\n             And not in utter nakedness\n     But trailing clouds of glory do we come\n                 From God, who is our home:\n     Heaven lies about us in our infancy!\n     Shades of the prison-house begin to close\n                 Upon the growing boy,\n     But he beholds the light, and whence it flows,\n                 He sees it in his joy,\n     The youth, who daily farther from the east\n         Must travel, still is Nature's priest,\n             And by the vision splendid\n             Is on his way attended;\n     At length the man perceives it die away,\n     And fade into the light of common day.\n\n     Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own;\n     Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind,\n     And, even with something of a mother's mind,\n                 And no unworthy aim,\n             The homely nurse doth all she can\n     To make her foster-child, her inmate, Man,\n                 Forget the glories he hath known\n     And that imperial palace whence he came.\n\n     Behold the Child among his new-born blisses,\n     A six years' darling of a pigmy size!\n     See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies,\n     Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses,\n     With light upon him from his father's eyes!\n     See, at his feet, some little plan or chart,\n     Some fragment from his dream of human life,\n     Shaped by himself with newly-learnéd art;\n             A wedding or a festival,\n             A mourning or a funeral;\n                 And this hath now his heart,\n             And unto this he frames his song:\n                 Then will he fit his tongue\n     To dialogues of business, love, or strife;\n             But it will not be long\n             Ere this be thrown aside,\n             And with new joy and pride\n     The little actor cons another part;\n     Filling from time to time his \"humorous stage\"\n     With all the Persons, down to palsied Age,\n     That life brings with her in her equipage;\n             As if his whole vocation\n             Were endless imitation.\n\n     Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie\n             Thy soul's immensity;\n     Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep\n     Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind,\n     That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep,\n     Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,—\n                 Mighty prophet! Seer blest!\n                 On whom those truths do rest\n     Which we are toiling all our lives to find;\n     In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave;\n     Thou, over whom thy immortality\n     Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave,\n     A presence which is not to be put by;\n     Thou little child, yet glorious in the might\n     Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height,\n     Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke\n     The years to bring the inevitable yoke,\n     Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife?\n     Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight,\n     And custom lie upon thee with a weight\n     Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!\n\n             O joy! that in our embers\n             Is something that doth live,\n             That nature yet remembers\n             What was so fugitive!\n     The thought of our past years in me doth breed\n     Perpetual benediction: not indeed\n     For that which is most worthy to be blest,\n     Delight and liberty, the simple creed\n     Of childhood, whether busy or at rest,\n     With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:\n             —Not for these I raise\n             The song of thanks and praise;\n        But for those obstinate questionings\n        Of sense and outward things,\n        Fallings from us, vanishings,\n        Blank misgivings of a creature\n     Moving about in worlds not realised,\n     High instincts, before which our mortal nature\n     Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised:\n        But for those first affections,\n        Those shadowy recollections,\n             Which, be they what they may,\n     Are yet the fountain-light of all our day,\n     Are yet a master-light of all our seeing;\n        Uphold us—cherish—and have power to make\n     Our noisy years seem moments in the being\n     Of the eternal silence: truths that wake,\n                 To perish never;\n     Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour\n                 Nor man nor boy\n     Nor all that is at enmity with joy,\n     Can utterly abolish or destroy!\n        Hence, in a season of calm weather\n             Though inland far we be,\n     Our souls have sight of that immortal sea\n                 Which brought us hither;\n             Can in a moment travel thither—\n     And see the children sport upon the shore,\n     And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.\n\n     Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song!\n             And let the young lambs bound\n             As to the tabor's sound!\n        We, in thought, will join your throng\n             Ye that pipe and ye that play,\n             Ye that through your hearts to-day\n             Feel the gladness of the May!\n     What though the radiance which was once so bright\n     Be now for ever taken from my sight,\n        Though nothing can bring back the hour\n     Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;\n             We will grieve not, rather find\n             Strength in what remains behind,\n             In the primal sympathy\n             Which having been must ever be,\n             In the soothing thoughts that spring\n             Out of human suffering,\n             In the faith that looks through death,\n     In years that bring the philosophic mind.\n\n     And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves,\n     Forebode not any severing of our loves!\n     Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;\n     I only have relinquish'd one delight\n     To live beneath your more habitual sway;\n     I love the brooks which down their channels fret\n     Even more than when I tripp'd lightly as they;\n     The innocent brightness of a new-born day\n                 Is lovely yet;\n     The clouds that gather round the setting sun\n     Do take a sober colouring from an eye\n     That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;\n     Another race hath been, and other palms are won.\n     Thanks to the human heart by which we live,\n     Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,\n     To me the meanest flower that blows can give\n     Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19221/19221-h/19221-h.htm","sourceId":"treasury","sourceEdition":"The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave, illustrated by A. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0001","title":"Ghost House","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I DWELL in a lonely house I know\n    That vanished many a summer ago,\n    And left no trace but the cellar walls,\n    And a cellar in which the daylight falls,\n    And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.\n    O'er ruined fences the grape-vines shield\n    The woods come back to the mowing field;\n    The orchard tree has grown one copse\n    Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;\n    The footpath down to the well is healed.\n    I dwell with a strangely aching heart\n    In that vanished abode there far apart\n    On that disused and forgotten road\n    That has no dust-bath now for the toad.\n    Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;\n    The whippoorwill is coming to shout\n    And hush and cluck and flutter about:\n    I hear him begin far enough away\n    Full many a time to say his say\n    Before he arrives to say it out.\n    It is under the small, dim, summer star.\n    I know not who these mute folk are\n    Who share the unlit place with me—\n    Those stones out under the low-limbed tree\n    Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.\n    They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,\n    Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,—\n    With none among them that ever sings,\n    And yet, in view of how many things,\n    As sweet companions as might be had.","themes":["love","nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0001","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0001","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0002","title":"My November Guest","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"MY Sorrow, when she's here with me,\n    Thinks these dark days of autumn rain\n    Are beautiful as days can be;\n    She loves the bare, the withered tree;\n    She walks the sodden pasture lane.\n    Her pleasure will not let me stay.\n    She talks and I am fain to list:\n    She's glad the birds are gone away,\n    She's glad her simple worsted gray\n    Is silver now with clinging mist.\n    The desolate, deserted trees,\n    The faded earth, the heavy sky,\n    The beauties she so truly sees,\n    She thinks I have no eye for these,\n    And vexes me for reason why.\n    Not yesterday I learned to know\n    The love of bare November days\n    Before the coming of the snow,\n    But it were vain to tell her so,\n    And they are better for her praise.","themes":["love","nature","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0002","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0002","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0003","title":"Love and a Question","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A STRANGER came to the door at eve,\n    And he spoke the bridegroom fair.\n    He bore a green-white stick in his hand,\n    And, for all burden, care.\n    He asked with the eyes more than the lips\n    For a shelter for the night,\n    And he turned and looked at the road afar\n    Without a window light.\n    The bridegroom came forth into the porch\n    With, 'Let us look at the sky,\n    And question what of the night to be,\n    Stranger, you and I.'\n    The woodbine leaves littered the yard,\n    The woodbine berries were blue,\n    Autumn, yes, winter was in the wind;\n    'Stranger, I wish I knew.'\n    Within, the bride in the dusk alone\n    Bent over the open fire,\n    Her face rose-red with the glowing coal\n    And the thought of the heart's desire.\n    The bridegroom looked at the weary road,\n    Yet saw but her within,\n    And wished her heart in a case of gold\n    And pinned with a silver pin.\n    The bridegroom thought it little to give\n    A dole of bread, a purse,\n    A heartfelt prayer for the poor of God,\n    Or for the rich a curse;\n    But whether or not a man was asked\n    To mar the love of two\n    By harboring woe in the bridal house,\n    The bridegroom wished he knew.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0003","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0003","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0004","title":"A Late Walk","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"WHEN I go up through the mowing field,\n    The headless aftermath,\n    Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,\n    Half closes the garden path.\n    And when I come to the garden ground,\n    The whir of sober birds\n    Up from the tangle of withered weeds\n    Is sadder than any words.\n    A tree beside the wall stands bare,\n    But a leaf that lingered brown,\n    Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,\n    Comes softly rattling down.\n    I end not far from my going forth\n    By picking the faded blue\n    Of the last remaining aster flower\n    To carry again to you.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0004","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0004","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0005","title":"Stars","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"HOW countlessly they congregate\n    O'er our tumultuous snow,\n    Which flows in shapes as tall as trees\n    When wintry winds do blow!—\n    As if with keenness for our fate,\n    Our faltering few steps on\n    To white rest, and a place of rest\n    Invisible at dawn,—\n    And yet with neither love nor hate,\n    Those stars like some snow-white\n    Minerva's snow-white marble eyes\n    Without the gift of sight.","themes":["love","nature","hope","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0005","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0005","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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Come out!'—\n    It costs no inward struggle not to go,\n    Ah, no!\n    I count our strength,\n    Two and a child,\n    Those of us not asleep subdued to mark\n    How the cold creeps as the fire dies at length,—\n    How drifts are piled,\n    Dooryard and road ungraded,\n    Till even the comforting barn grows far away\n    And my heart owns a doubt\n    Whether 'tis in us to arise with day\n    And save ourselves unaided.","themes":["love","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0006","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0006","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0008","title":"To the Thawing Wind","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"COME with rain, O loud Southwester!\n    Bring the singer, bring the nester;\n    Give the buried flower a dream;\n    Make the settled snow-bank steam;\n    Find the brown beneath the white;\n    But whate'er you do to-night,\n    Bathe my window, make it flow,\n    Melt it as the ices go;\n    Melt the glass and leave the sticks\n    Like a hermit's crucifix;\n    Burst into my narrow stall;\n    Swing the picture on the wall;\n    Run the rattling pages o'er;\n    Scatter poems on the floor;\n    Turn the poet out of door.","themes":["nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0008","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0008","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0009","title":"A Prayer in Spring","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"OH, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;\n    And give us not to think so far away\n    As the uncertain harvest; keep us here\n    All simply in the springing of the year.\n    Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,\n    Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;\n    And make us happy in the happy bees,\n    The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.\n    And make us happy in the darting bird\n    That suddenly above the bees is heard,\n    The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,\n    And off a blossom in mid air stands still.\n    For this is love and nothing else is love,\n    The which it is reserved for God above\n    To sanctify to what far ends He will,\n    But which it only needs that we fulfil.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0009","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0009","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0010","title":"Flower-gathering","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I LEFT you in the morning,\n    And in the morning glow,\n    You walked a way beside me\n    To make me sad to go.\n    Do you know me in the gloaming,\n    Gaunt and dusty grey with roaming?\n    Are you dumb because you know me not,\n    Or dumb because you know?\n    All for me? And not a question\n    For the faded flowers gay\n    That could take me from beside you\n    For the ages of a day?\n    They are yours, and be the measure\n    Of their worth for you to treasure,\n    The measure of the little while\n    That I've been long away.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0010","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0010","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0011","title":"Rose Pogonias","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A SATURATED meadow,\n    Sun-shaped and jewel-small,\n    A circle scarcely wider\n    Than the trees around were tall;\n    Where winds were quite excluded,\n    And the air was stifling sweet\n    With the breath of many flowers,—\n    A temple of the heat.\n    There we bowed us in the burning,\n    As the sun's right worship is,\n    To pick where none could miss them\n    A thousand orchises;\n    For though the grass was scattered,\n    Yet every second spear\n    Seemed tipped with wings of color,\n    That tinged the atmosphere.\n    We raised a simple prayer\n    Before we left the spot,\n    That in the general mowing\n    That place might be forgot;\n    Or if not all so favoured,\n    Obtain such grace of hours,\n    That none should mow the grass there\n    While so confused with flowers.","themes":["nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0011","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0011","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0012","title":"Asking for Roses","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A HOUSE that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,\n    With doors that none but the wind ever closes,\n    Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster;\n    It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses.\n    I pass by that way in the gloaming with Mary;\n    'I wonder,' I say, 'who the owner of those is.\n    'Oh, no one you know,' she answers me airy,\n    'But one we must ask if we want any roses.'\n    So we must join hands in the dew coming coldly\n    There in the hush of the wood that reposes,\n    And turn and go up to the open door boldly,\n    And knock to the echoes as beggars for roses.\n    'Pray, are you within there, Mistress Who-were-you?'\n    'Tis Mary that speaks and our errand discloses.\n    'Pray, are you within there? 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0013","title":"Waiting Afield at Dusk","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"WHAT things for dream there are when spectre-like,\n    Moving among tall haycocks lightly piled,\n    I enter alone upon the stubble field,\n    From which the laborers' voices late have died,\n    And in the antiphony of afterglow\n    And rising full moon, sit me down\n    Upon the full moon's side of the first haycock\n    And lose myself amid so many alike.\n    I dream upon the opposing lights of the hour,\n    Preventing shadow until the moon prevail;\n    I dream upon the night-hawks peopling heaven,\n    Each circling each with vague unearthly cry,\n    Or plunging headlong with fierce twang afar;\n    And on the bat's mute antics, who would seem\n    Dimly to have made out my secret place,\n    Only to lose it when he pirouettes,\n    And seek it endlessly with purblind haste;\n    On the last swallow's sweep; and on the rasp\n    In the abyss of odor and rustle at my back,\n    That, silenced by my advent, finds once more,\n    After an interval, his instrument,\n    And tries once—twice—and thrice if I be there;\n    And on the worn book of old-golden song\n    I brought not here to read, it seems, but hold\n    And freshen in this air of withering sweetness;\n    But on the memory of one absent most,\n    For whom these lines when they shall greet her eye.","themes":["time","spirituality","loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0013","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0013","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0014","title":"In a Vale","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"WHEN I was young, we dwelt in a vale\n    By a misty fen that rang all night,\n    And thus it was the maidens pale\n    I knew so well, whose garments trail\n    Across the reeds to a window light.\n    The fen had every kind of bloom,\n    And for every kind there was a face,\n    And a voice that has sounded in my room\n    Across the sill from the outer gloom.\n    Each came singly unto her place,\n    But all came every night with the mist;\n    And often they brought so much to say\n    Of things of moment to which, they wist,\n    One so lonely was fain to list,\n    That the stars were almost faded away\n    Before the last went, heavy with dew,\n    Back to the place from which she came—\n    Where the bird was before it flew,\n    Where the flower was before it grew,\n    Where bird and flower were one and the same.\n    And thus it is I know so well\n    Why the flower has odor, the bird has song.\n    You have only to ask me, and I can tell.\n    No, not vainly there did I dwell,\n    Nor vainly listen all the night long.","themes":["nature","loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0014","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0014","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0015","title":"A Dream Pang","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I HAD withdrawn in forest, and my song\n    Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;\n    And to the forest edge you came one day\n    (This was my dream) and looked and pondered long,\n    But did not enter, though the wish was strong:\n    You shook your pensive head as who should say,\n    'I dare not—too far in his footsteps stray—\n    He must seek me would he undo the wrong.\n    Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all\n    Behind low boughs the trees let down outside;\n    And the sweet pang it cost me not to call\n    And tell you that I saw does still abide.\n    But 'tis not true that thus I dwelt aloof,\n    For the wood wakes, and you are here for proof.","themes":["nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0015","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0015","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0016","title":"In Neglect","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"THEY leave us so to the way we took,\n    As two in whom they were proved mistaken,\n    That we sit sometimes in the wayside nook,\n    With mischievous, vagrant, seraphic look,\n    And try if we cannot feel forsaken.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0016","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0016","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0017","title":"The Vantage Point","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"IF tired of trees I seek again mankind,\n    Well I know where to hie me—in the dawn,\n    To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn.\n    There amid lolling juniper reclined,\n    Myself unseen, I see in white defined\n    Far off the homes of men, and farther still,\n    The graves of men on an opposing hill,\n    Living or dead, whichever are to mind.\n    And if by moon I have too much of these,\n    I have but to turn on my arm, and lo,\n    The sun-burned hillside sets my face aglow,\n    My breathing shakes the bluet like a breeze,\n    I smell the earth, I smell the bruisèd plant,\n    I look into the crater of the ant.","themes":["nature","hope","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0017","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0017","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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I knew not well myself;\n    Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun,\n    Something, perhaps, about the lack of sound—\n    And that was why it whispered and did not speak.\n    It was no dream of the gift of idle hours,\n    Or easy gold at the hand of fay or elf:\n    Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak\n    To the earnest love that laid the swale in rows,\n    Not without feeble-pointed spikes of flowers\n    (Pale orchises), and scared a bright green snake.\n    The fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows.\n    My long scythe whispered and left the hay to make.","themes":["love","nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0018","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0018","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0019","title":"Going for Water","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"THE well was dry beside the door,\n    And so we went with pail and can\n    Across the fields behind the house\n    To seek the brook if still it ran;\n    Not loth to have excuse to go,\n    Because the autumn eve was fair\n    (Though chill), because the fields were ours,\n    And by the brook our woods were there.\n    We ran as if to meet the moon\n    That slowly dawned behind the trees,\n    The barren boughs without the leaves,\n    Without the birds, without the breeze.\n    But once within the wood, we paused\n    Like gnomes that hid us from the moon,\n    Ready to run to hiding new\n    With laughter when she found us soon.\n    Each laid on other a staying hand\n    To listen ere we dared to look,\n    And in the hush we joined to make\n    We heard, we knew we heard the brook.\n    A note as from a single place,\n    A slender tinkling fall that made\n    Now drops that floated on the pool\n    Like pearls, and now a silver blade.","themes":["nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0019","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0019","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0020","title":"Revelation","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"WE make ourselves a place apart\n    Behind light words that tease and flout,\n    But oh, the agitated heart\n    Till someone find us really out.\n    'Tis pity if the case require\n    (Or so we say) that in the end\n    We speak the literal to inspire\n    The understanding of a friend.\n    But so with all, from babes that play\n    At hide-and-seek to God afar,\n    So all who hide too well away\n    Must speak and tell us where they are.","themes":["love","spirituality","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0020","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0020","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0021","title":"The Trial by Existence","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"EVEN the bravest that are slain\n    Shall not dissemble their surprise\n    On waking to find valor reign,\n    Even as on earth, in paradise;\n    And where they sought without the sword\n    Wide fields of asphodel fore'er,\n    To find that the utmost reward\n    Of daring should be still to dare.\n    The light of heaven falls whole and white\n    And is not shattered into dyes,\n    The light for ever is morning light;\n    The hills are verdured pasture-wise;\n    The angel hosts with freshness go,\n    And seek with laughter what to brave;—\n    And binding all is the hushed snow\n    Of the far-distant breaking wave.\n    And from a cliff-top is proclaimed\n    The gathering of the souls for birth,\n    The trial by existence named,\n    The obscuration upon earth.\n    And the slant spirits trooping by\n    In streams and cross- and counter-streams\n    Can but give ear to that sweet cry\n    For its suggestion of what dreams!\n    And the more loitering are turned\n    To view once more the sacrifice\n    Of those who for some good discerned\n    Will gladly give up paradise.\n    And a white shimmering concourse rolls\n    Toward the throne to witness there\n    The speeding of devoted souls\n    Which God makes his especial care.\n    And none are taken but who will,\n    Having first heard the life read out\n    That opens earthward, good and ill,\n    Beyond the shadow of a doubt;\n    And very beautifully God limns,\n    And tenderly, life's little dream,\n    But naught extenuates or dims,\n    Setting the thing that is supreme.\n    Nor is there wanting in the press\n    Some spirit to stand simply forth,\n    Heroic in its nakedness,\n    Against the uttermost of earth.\n    The tale of earth's unhonored things\n    Sounds nobler there than 'neath the sun;\n    And the mind whirls and the heart sings,\n    And a shout greets the daring one.\n    But always God speaks at the end:\n    'One thought in agony of strife\n    The bravest would have by for friend,\n    The memory that he chose the life;\n    But the pure fate to which you go\n    Admits no memory of choice,\n    Or the woe were not earthly woe\n    To which you give the assenting voice.'\n    And so the choice must be again,\n    But the last choice is still the same;\n    And the awe passes wonder then,\n    And a hush falls for all acclaim.\n    And God has taken a flower of gold\n    And broken it, and used therefrom\n    The mystic link to bind and hold\n    Spirit to matter till death come.\n    'Tis of the essence of life here,\n    Though we choose greatly, still to lack\n    The lasting memory at all clear,\n    That life has for us on the wrack\n    Nothing but what we somehow chose;\n    Thus are we wholly stripped of pride\n    In the pain that has but one close,\n    Bearing it crushed and mystified.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0021","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0021","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0022","title":"In Equal Sacrifice","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"THUS of old the Douglas did:\n    He left his land as he was bid\n    With the royal heart of Robert the Bruce\n    In a golden case with a golden lid,\n    To carry the same to the Holy Land;\n    By which we see and understand\n    That that was the place to carry a heart\n    At loyalty and love's command,\n    And that was the case to carry it in.\n    The Douglas had not far to win\n    Before he came to the land of Spain,\n    Where long a holy war had been\n    Against the too-victorious Moor;\n    And there his courage could not endure\n    Not to strike a blow for God\n    Before he made his errand sure.\n    And ever it was intended so,\n    That a man for God should strike a blow,\n    No matter the heart he has in charge\n    For the Holy Land where hearts should go.\n    But when in battle the foe were met,\n    The Douglas found him sore beset,\n    With only strength of the fighting arm\n    For one more battle passage yet—\n    And that as vain to save the day\n    As bring his body safe away—\n    Only a signal deed to do\n    And a last sounding word to say.\n    The heart he wore in a golden chain\n    He swung and flung forth into the plain,\n    And followed it crying 'Heart or death!'\n    And fighting over it perished fain.\n    So may another do of right,\n    Give a heart to the hopeless fight,\n    The more of right the more he loves;\n    So may another redouble might\n    For a few swift gleams of the angry brand,\n    Scorning greatly not to demand\n    In equal sacrifice with his\n    The heart he bore to the Holy Land.","themes":["love","hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0022","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0022","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0023","title":"The Tuft of Flowers","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I WENT to turn the grass once after one\n    Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.\n    The dew was gone that made his blade so keen\n    Before I came to view the leveled scene.\n    I looked for him behind an isle of trees;\n    I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.\n    But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,\n    And I must be, as he had been,—alone,\n    'As all must be,' I said within my heart,\n    'Whether they work together or apart.'\n    But as I said it, swift there passed me by\n    On noiseless wing a 'wildered butterfly,\n    Seeking with memories grown dim o'er night\n    Some resting flower of yesterday's delight.\n    And once I marked his flight go round and round,\n    As where some flower lay withering on the ground.\n    And then he flew as far as eye could see,\n    And then on tremulous wing came back to me.\n    I thought of questions that have no reply,\n    And would have turned to toss the grass to dry;\n    But he turned first, and led my eye to look\n    At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,\n    A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared\n    Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.\n    I left my place to know them by their name,\n    Finding them butterfly weed when I came.\n    The mower in the dew had loved them thus,\n    By leaving them to flourish, not for us,\n    Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him.\n    But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.\n    The butterfly and I had lit upon,\n    Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,\n    That made me hear the wakening birds around,\n    And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,\n    And feel a spirit kindred to my own;\n    So that henceforth I worked no more alone;\n    But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,\n    And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;\n    And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech\n    With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.\n    'Men work together,' I told him from the heart,\n    'Whether they work together or apart.'","themes":["love","nature","hope","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0023","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0023","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0024","title":"Spoils of the Dead","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"TWO fairies it was\n    On a still summer day\n    Came forth in the woods\n    With the flowers to play.\n    The flowers they plucked\n    They cast on the ground\n    For others, and those\n    For still others they found.\n    Flower-guided it was\n    That they came as they ran\n    On something that lay\n    In the shape of a man.\n    The snow must have made\n    The feathery bed\n    When this one fell\n    On the sleep of the dead.\n    But the snow was gone\n    A long time ago,\n    And the body he wore\n    Nigh gone with the snow.\n    The fairies drew near\n    And keenly espied\n    A ring on his hand\n    And a chain at his side.\n    They knelt in the leaves\n    And eerily played\n    With the glittering things,\n    And were not afraid.\n    And when they went home\n    To hide in their burrow,\n    They took them along\n    To play with to-morrow.\n    When you came on death,\n    Did you not come flower-guided\n    Like the elves in the wood?\n    I remember that I did.\n    But I recognised death\n    With sorrow and dread,\n    And I hated and hate\n    The spoils of the dead.","themes":["nature","grief","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0024","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0024","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0025","title":"Pan with Us","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"PAN came out of the woods one day,—\n    His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray,\n    The gray of the moss of walls were they,—\n    And stood in the sun and looked his fill\n    At wooded valley and wooded hill.\n    He stood in the zephyr, pipes in hand,\n    On a height of naked pasture land;\n    In all the country he did command\n    He saw no smoke and he saw no roof.\n    That was well! and he stamped a hoof.\n    His heart knew peace, for none came here\n    To this lean feeding save once a year\n    Someone to salt the half-wild steer,\n    Or homespun children with clicking pails\n    Who see no little they tell no tales.\n    He tossed his pipes, too hard to teach\n    A new-world song, far out of reach,\n    For a sylvan sign that the blue jay's screech\n    And the whimper of hawks beside the sun\n    Were music enough for him, for one.\n    Times were changed from what they were:\n    Such pipes kept less of power to stir\n    The fruited bough of the juniper\n    And the fragile bluets clustered there\n    Than the merest aimless breath of air.\n    They were pipes of pagan mirth,\n    And the world had found new terms of worth.\n    He laid him down on the sun-burned earth\n    And ravelled a flower and looked away—\n    Play? Play?—What should he play?","themes":["love","nature","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0025","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0025","sourceNote":"Original English text. Source line breaks retained; audio links and publisher material excluded.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"025745f1290cfec4ecd553e9c24a5875187aa2ab8922d35d84ff38344306b1fa","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0026","title":"The Demiurge's Laugh","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"IT was far in the sameness of the wood;\n    I was running with joy on the Demon's trail,\n    Though I knew what I hunted was no true god.\n    It was just as the light was beginning to fail\n    That I suddenly heard—all I needed to hear:\n    It has lasted me many and many a year.\n    The sound was behind me instead of before,\n    A sleepy sound, but mocking half,\n    As of one who utterly couldn't care.\n    The Demon arose from his wallow to laugh,\n    Brushing the dirt from his eye as he went;\n    And well I knew what the Demon meant.\n    I shall not forget how his laugh rang out.\n    I felt as a fool to have been so caught,\n    And checked my steps to make pretence\n    It was something among the leaves I sought\n    (Though doubtful whether he stayed to see).\n    Thereafter I sat me against a tree.","themes":["nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0026","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0026","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0027","title":"Now Close the Windows","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"NOW close the windows and hush all the fields;\n    If the trees must, let them silently toss;\n    No bird is singing now, and if there is,\n    Be it my loss.\n    It will be long ere the marshes resume,\n    It will be long ere the earliest bird:\n    So close the windows and not hear the wind,\n    But see all wind-stirred.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0027","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0027","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0028","title":"A Line-storm Song","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"THE line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift,\n    The road is forlorn all day,\n    Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,\n    And the hoof-prints vanish away.\n    The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee,\n    Expend their bloom in vain.\n    Come over the hills and far with me,\n    And be my love in the rain.\n    The birds have less to say for themselves\n    In the wood-world's torn despair\n    Than now these numberless years the elves,\n    Although they are no less there:\n    All song of the woods is crushed like some\n    Wild, easily shattered rose.\n    Come, be my love in the wet woods; come,\n    Where the boughs rain when it blows.\n    There is the gale to urge behind\n    And bruit our singing down,\n    And the shallow waters aflutter with wind\n    From which to gather your gown.\n    What matter if we go clear to the west,\n    And come not through dry-shod?\n    For wilding brooch shall wet your breast\n    The rain-fresh goldenrod.\n    Oh, never this whelming east wind swells\n    But it seems like the sea's return\n    To the ancient lands where it left the shells\n    Before the age of the fern;\n    And it seems like the time when after doubt\n    Our love came back amain.\n    Oh, come forth into the storm and rout\n    And be my love in the rain.","themes":["love","nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0028","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0028","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0029","title":"October","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"O HUSHED October morning mild,\n    Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;\n    To-morrow's wind, if it be wild,\n    Should waste them all.\n    The crows above the forest call;\n    To-morrow they may form and go.\n    O hushed October morning mild,\n    Begin the hours of this day slow,\n    Make the day seem to us less brief.\n    Hearts not averse to being beguiled,\n    Beguile us in the way you know;\n    Release one leaf at break of day;\n    At noon release another leaf;\n    One from our trees, one far away;\n    Retard the sun with gentle mist;\n    Enchant the land with amethyst.\n    Slow, slow!\n    For the grapes' sake, if they were all,\n    Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,\n    Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—\n    For the grapes' sake along the wall.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0029","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0029","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0030","title":"My Butterfly","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"THINE emulous fond flowers are dead, too,\n    And the daft sun-assaulter, he\n    That frighted thee so oft, is fled or dead:\n    Save only me\n    (Nor is it sad to thee!)\n    Save only me\n    There is none left to mourn thee in the fields.\n    The gray grass is not dappled with the snow;\n    Its two banks have not shut upon the river;\n    But it is long ago—\n    It seems forever—\n    Since first I saw thee glance,\n    With all the dazzling other ones,\n    In airy dalliance,\n    Precipitate in love,\n    Tossed, tangled, whirled and whirled above,\n    Like a limp rose-wreath in a fairy dance.\n    When that was, the soft mist\n    Of my regret hung not on all the land,\n    And I was glad for thee,\n    And glad for me, I wist.\n    Thou didst not know, who tottered, wandering on high,\n    That fate had made thee for the pleasure of the wind,\n    With those great careless wings,\n    Nor yet did I.\n    And there were other things:\n    It seemed God let thee flutter from his gentle clasp:\n    Then fearful he had let thee win\n    Too far beyond him to be gathered in,\n    Snatched thee, o'er eager, with ungentle grasp.\n    Ah! I remember me\n    How once conspiracy was rife\n    Against my life—\n    The languor of it and the dreaming fond;\n    Surging, the grasses dizzied me of thought,\n    The breeze three odors brought,\n    And a gem-flower waved in a wand!\n    Then when I was distraught\n    And could not speak,\n    Sidelong, full on my cheek,\n    What should that reckless zephyr fling\n    But the wild touch of thy dye-dusty wing!\n    I found that wing broken to-day!\n    For thou are dead, I said,\n    And the strange birds say.\n    I found it with the withered leaves\n    Under the eaves.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0030","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0030","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-boy-link2H_4_0031","title":"Reluctance","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"OUT through the fields and the woods\n    And over the walls I have wended;\n    I have climbed the hills of view\n    And looked at the world, and descended;\n    I have come by the highway home,\n    And lo, it is ended.\n    The leaves are all dead on the ground,\n    Save those that the oak is keeping\n    To ravel them one by one\n    And let them go scraping and creeping\n    Out over the crusted snow,\n    When others are sleeping.\n    And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,\n    No longer blown hither and thither;\n    The last lone aster is gone;\n    The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;\n    The heart is still aching to seek,\n    But the feet question 'Whither?'\n    Ah, when to the heart of man\n    Was it ever less than a treason\n    To go with the drift of things,\n    To yield with a grace to reason,\n    And bow and accept and accept the end\n    Of a love or a season?","themes":["love","nature","death","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3021/pg3021-images.html#link2H_4_0031","sourceId":"frost-boy","sourceEdition":"A Boy’s Will (1913), Project Gutenberg 3021","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0031","sourceNote":"Original English text. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-north-link2H_4_0001","title":"The Pasture","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I'M going out to clean the pasture spring;\n        I'll only stop to rake the leaves away\n        (And wait to watch the water clear, I may):\n        I sha'n't be gone long.—You come too.\n        I'm going out to fetch the little calf\n        That's standing by the mother. It's so young,\n        It totters when she licks it with her tongue.\n        I sha'n't be gone long.—You come too.","themes":["nature","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3026/pg3026-images.html#link2H_4_0001","sourceId":"frost-north","sourceEdition":"North of Boston (1914), Project Gutenberg 3026","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0001","sourceNote":"Original English text including the introductory poem The Pasture. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-north-link2H_4_0002","title":"Mending Wall","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"SOMETHING there is that doesn't love a wall,\n    That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,\n    And spills the upper boulders in the sun;\n    And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.\n    The work of hunters is another thing:\n    I have come after them and made repair\n    Where they have left not one stone on a stone,\n    But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,\n    To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,\n    No one has seen them made or heard them made,\n    But at spring mending-time we find them there.\n    I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;\n    And on a day we meet to walk the line\n    And set the wall between us once again.\n    We keep the wall between us as we go.\n    To each the boulders that have fallen to each.\n    And some are loaves and some so nearly balls\n    We have to use a spell to make them balance:\n    \"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!\"\n    We wear our fingers rough with handling them.\n    Oh, just another kind of out-door game,\n    One on a side. It comes to little more:\n    There where it is we do not need the wall:\n    He is all pine and I am apple orchard.\n    My apple trees will never get across\n    And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.\n    He only says, \"Good fences make good neighbours.\"\n    Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder\n    If I could put a notion in his head:\n    \"Why do they make good neighbours? Isn't it\n    Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.\n    Before I built a wall I'd ask to know\n    What I was walling in or walling out,\n    And to whom I was like to give offence.\n    Something there is that doesn't love a wall,\n    That wants it down.\" I could say \"Elves\" to him,\n    But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather\n    He said it for himself. I see him there\n    Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top\n    In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.\n    He moves in darkness as it seems to me,\n    Not of woods only and the shade of trees.\n    He will not go behind his father's saying,\n    And he likes having thought of it so well\n    He says again, \"Good fences make good neighbours.\"","themes":["love","nature","time","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3026/pg3026-images.html#link2H_4_0002","sourceId":"frost-north","sourceEdition":"North of Boston (1914), Project Gutenberg 3026","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0002","sourceNote":"Original English text including the introductory poem The Pasture. Dialogue and source line breaks retained.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"ba47febd28f60b8659978cdce59990fab9122cf9480acf458a843f05cbd1252e","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-north-link2H_4_0003","title":"The Death of the Hired Man","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"MARY sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table\n    Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step,\n    She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage\n    To meet him in the doorway with the news\n    And put him on his guard. \"Silas is back.\"\n    She pushed him outward with her through the door\n    And shut it after her. \"Be kind,\" she said.\n    She took the market things from Warren's arms\n    And set them on the porch, then drew him down\n    To sit beside her on the wooden steps.\n    \"When was I ever anything but kind to him?\n    But I'll not have the fellow back,\" he said.\n    \"I told him so last haying, didn't I?\n    'If he left then,' I said, 'that ended it.'\n    What good is he? Who else will harbour him\n    At his age for the little he can do?\n    What help he is there's no depending on.\n    Off he goes always when I need him most.\n    'He thinks he ought to earn a little pay,\n    Enough at least to buy tobacco with,\n    So he won't have to beg and be beholden.'\n    'All right,' I say, 'I can't afford to pay\n    Any fixed wages, though I wish I could.'\n    'Someone else can.' 'Then someone else will have to.'\n    I shouldn't mind his bettering himself\n    If that was what it was. You can be certain,\n    When he begins like that, there's someone at him\n    Trying to coax him off with pocket-money,—\n    In haying time, when any help is scarce.\n    In winter he comes back to us. I'm done.\"\n    \"Sh! not so loud: he'll hear you,\" Mary said.\n    \"I want him to: he'll have to soon or late.\"\n    \"He's worn out. He's asleep beside the stove.\n    When I came up from Rowe's I found him here,\n    Huddled against the barn-door fast asleep,\n    A miserable sight, and frightening, too—\n    You needn't smile—I didn't recognise him—\n    I wasn't looking for him—and he's changed.\n    Wait till you see.\"\n    \"Where did you say he'd been?\"\n    \"He didn't say. I dragged him to the house,\n    And gave him tea and tried to make him smoke.\n    I tried to make him talk about his travels.\n    Nothing would do: he just kept nodding off.\"\n    \"What did he say? Did he say anything?\"\n    \"But little.\"\n    \"Anything? Mary, confess\n    He said he'd come to ditch the meadow for me.\"\n    \"Warren!\"\n    \"But did he? I just want to know.\"\n    \"Of course he did. What would you have him say?\n    Surely you wouldn't grudge the poor old man\n    Some humble way to save his self-respect.\n    He added, if you really care to know,\n    He meant to clear the upper pasture, too.\n    That sounds like something you have heard before?\n    Warren, I wish you could have heard the way\n    He jumbled everything. I stopped to look\n    Two or three times—he made me feel so queer—\n    To see if he was talking in his sleep.\n    He ran on Harold Wilson—you remember—\n    The boy you had in haying four years since.\n    He's finished school, and teaching in his college.\n    Silas declares you'll have to get him back.\n    He says they two will make a team for work:\n    Between them they will lay this farm as smooth!\n    The way he mixed that in with other things.\n    He thinks young Wilson a likely lad, though daft\n    On education—you know how they fought\n    All through July under the blazing sun,\n    Silas up on the cart to build the load,\n    Harold along beside to pitch it on.\"\n    \"Yes, I took care to keep well out of earshot.\"\n    \"Well, those days trouble Silas like a dream.\n    You wouldn't think they would. How some things linger!\n    Harold's young college boy's assurance piqued him.\n    After so many years he still keeps finding\n    Good arguments he sees he might have used.\n    I sympathise. I know just how it feels\n    To think of the right thing to say too late.\n    Harold's associated in his mind with Latin.\n    He asked me what I thought of Harold's saying\n    He studied Latin like the violin\n    Because he liked it—that an argument!\n    He said he couldn't make the boy believe\n    He could find water with a hazel prong—\n    Which showed how much good school had ever done him.\n    He wanted to go over that. But most of all\n    He thinks if he could have another chance\n    To teach him how to build a load of hay——\"\n    \"I know, that's Silas' one accomplishment.\n    He bundles every forkful in its place,\n    And tags and numbers it for future reference,\n    So he can find and easily dislodge it\n    In the unloading. Silas does that well.\n    He takes it out in bunches like big birds' nests.\n    You never see him standing on the hay\n    He's trying to lift, straining to lift himself.\"\n    \"He thinks if he could teach him that, he'd be\n    Some good perhaps to someone in the world.\n    He hates to see a boy the fool of books.\n    Poor Silas, so concerned for other folk,\n    And nothing to look backward to with pride,\n    And nothing to look forward to with hope,\n    So now and never any different.\"\n    Part of a moon was falling down the west,\n    Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills.\n    Its light poured softly in her lap. She saw\n    And spread her apron to it. She put out her hand\n    Among the harp-like morning-glory strings,\n    Taut with the dew from garden bed to eaves,\n    As if she played unheard the tenderness\n    That wrought on him beside her in the night.\n    \"Warren,\" she said, \"he has come home to die:\n    You needn't be afraid he'll leave you this time.\"\n    \"Home,\" he mocked gently.\n    \"Yes, what else but home?\n    It all depends on what you mean by home.\n    Of course he's nothing to us, any more\n    Than was the hound that came a stranger to us\n    Out of the woods, worn out upon the trail.\"\n    \"Home is the place where, when you have to go there,\n    They have to take you in.\"\n    \"I should have called it\n    Something you somehow haven't to deserve.\"\n    Warren leaned out and took a step or two,\n    Picked up a little stick, and brought it back\n    And broke it in his hand and tossed it by.\n    \"Silas has better claim on us you think\n    Than on his brother? Thirteen little miles\n    As the road winds would bring him to his door.\n    Silas has walked that far no doubt to-day.\n    Why didn't he go there? His brother's rich,\n    A somebody—director in the bank.\"\n    \"He never told us that.\"\n    \"We know it though.\"\n    \"I think his brother ought to help, of course.\n    I'll see to that if there is need. He ought of right\n    To take him in, and might be willing to—\n    He may be better than appearances.\n    But have some pity on Silas. Do you think\n    If he'd had any pride in claiming kin\n    Or anything he looked for from his brother,\n    He'd keep so still about him all this time?\"\n    \"I wonder what's between them.\"\n    \"I can tell you.\n    Silas is what he is—we wouldn't mind him—\n    But just the kind that kinsfolk can't abide.\n    He never did a thing so very bad.\n    He don't know why he isn't quite as good\n    As anyone. He won't be made ashamed\n    To please his brother, worthless though he is.\"\n    \"I can't think Si ever hurt anyone.\"\n    \"No, but he hurt my heart the way he lay\n    And rolled his old head on that sharp-edged chair-back.\n    He wouldn't let me put him on the lounge.\n    You must go in and see what you can do.\n    I made the bed up for him there to-night.\n    You'll be surprised at him—how much he's broken.\n    His working days are done; I'm sure of it.\"\n    \"I'd not be in a hurry to say that.\"\n    \"I haven't been. Go, look, see for yourself.\n    But, Warren, please remember how it is:\n    He's come to help you ditch the meadow.\n    He has a plan. You mustn't laugh at him.\n    He may not speak of it, and then he may.\n    I'll sit and see if that small sailing cloud\n    Will hit or miss the moon.\"\n    It hit the moon.\n    Then there were three there, making a dim row,\n    The moon, the little silver cloud, and she.\n    Warren returned—too soon, it seemed to her,\n    Slipped to her side, caught up her hand and waited.\n    \"Warren,\" she questioned.\n    \"Dead,\" was all he answered.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3026/pg3026-images.html#link2H_4_0003","sourceId":"frost-north","sourceEdition":"North of Boston (1914), Project Gutenberg 3026","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0003","sourceNote":"Original English text including the introductory poem The Pasture. Dialogue and source line breaks retained.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"41a33eb636caee320fd1ca1fa1756e1614c60745614e688943711014925e755a","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-north-link2H_4_0004","title":"The Mountain","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"THE mountain held the town as in a shadow\n    I saw so much before I slept there once:\n    I noticed that I missed stars in the west,\n    Where its black body cut into the sky.\n    Near me it seemed: I felt it like a wall\n    Behind which I was sheltered from a wind.\n    And yet between the town and it I found,\n    When I walked forth at dawn to see new things,\n    Were fields, a river, and beyond, more fields.\n    The river at the time was fallen away,\n    And made a widespread brawl on cobble-stones;\n    But the signs showed what it had done in spring;\n    Good grass-land gullied out, and in the grass\n    Ridges of sand, and driftwood stripped of bark.\n    I crossed the river and swung round the mountain.\n    And there I met a man who moved so slow\n    With white-faced oxen in a heavy cart,\n    It seemed no hand to stop him altogether.\n    \"What town is this?\" I asked.\n    \"This? Lunenburg.\"\n    Then I was wrong: the town of my sojourn,\n    Beyond the bridge, was not that of the mountain,\n    But only felt at night its shadowy presence.\n    \"Where is your village? Very far from here?\"\n    \"There is no village—only scattered farms.\n    We were but sixty voters last election.\n    We can't in nature grow to many more:\n    That thing takes all the room!\" He moved his goad.\n    The mountain stood there to be pointed at.\n    Pasture ran up the side a little way,\n    And then there was a wall of trees with trunks:\n    After that only tops of trees, and cliffs\n    Imperfectly concealed among the leaves.\n    A dry ravine emerged from under boughs\n    Into the pasture.\n    \"That looks like a path.\n    Is that the way to reach the top from here?—\n    Not for this morning, but some other time:\n    I must be getting back to breakfast now.\"\n    \"I don't advise your trying from this side.\n    There is no proper path, but those that have\n    Been up, I understand, have climbed from Ladd's.\n    That's five miles back. You can't mistake the place:\n    They logged it there last winter some way up.\n    I'd take you, but I'm bound the other way.\"\n    \"You've never climbed it?\"\n    \"I've been on the sides\n    Deer-hunting and trout-fishing. There's a brook\n    That starts up on it somewhere—I've heard say\n    Right on the top, tip-top—a curious thing.\n    But what would interest you about the brook,\n    It's always cold in summer, warm in winter.\n    One of the great sights going is to see\n    It steam in winter like an ox's breath,\n    Until the bushes all along its banks\n    Are inch-deep with the frosty spines and bristles—\n    You know the kind. Then let the sun shine on it!\"\n    \"There ought to be a view around the world\n    From such a mountain—if it isn't wooded\n    Clear to the top.\" I saw through leafy screens\n    Great granite terraces in sun and shadow,\n    Shelves one could rest a knee on getting up—\n    With depths behind him sheer a hundred feet;\n    Or turn and sit on and look out and down,\n    With little ferns in crevices at his elbow.\n    \"As to that I can't say. But there's the spring,\n    Right on the summit, almost like a fountain.\n    That ought to be worth seeing.\"\n    \"If it's there.\n    You never saw it?\"\n    \"I guess there's no doubt\n    About its being there. I never saw it.\n    It may not be right on the very top:\n    It wouldn't have to be a long way down\n    To have some head of water from above,\n    And a good distance down might not be noticed\n    By anyone who'd come a long way up.\n    One time I asked a fellow climbing it\n    To look and tell me later how it was.\"\n    \"What did he say?\"\n    \"He said there was a lake\n    Somewhere in Ireland on a mountain top.\"\n    \"But a lake's different. What about the spring?\"\n    \"He never got up high enough to see.\n    That's why I don't advise your trying this side.\n    He tried this side. I've always meant to go\n    And look myself, but you know how it is:\n    It doesn't seem so much to climb a mountain\n    You've worked around the foot of all your life.\n    What would I do? Go in my overalls,\n    With a big stick, the same as when the cows\n    Haven't come down to the bars at milking time?\n    Or with a shotgun for a stray black bear?\n    'Twouldn't seem real to climb for climbing it.\"\n    \"I shouldn't climb it if I didn't want to—\n    Not for the sake of climbing. What's its name?\"\n    \"We call it Hor: I don't know if that's right.\"\n    \"Can one walk around it? Would it be too far?\"\n    \"You can drive round and keep in Lunenburg,\n    But it's as much as ever you can do,\n    The boundary lines keep in so close to it.\n    Hor is the township, and the township's Hor—\n    And a few houses sprinkled round the foot,\n    Like boulders broken off the upper cliff,\n    Rolled out a little farther than the rest.\"\n    \"Warm in December, cold in June, you say?\"\n    \"I don't suppose the water's changed at all.\n    You and I know enough to know it's warm\n    Compared with cold, and cold compared with warm.\n    But all the fun's in how you say a thing.\"\n    \"You've lived here all your life?\"\n    \"Ever since Hor\n    Was no bigger than a——\" What, I did not hear.\n    He drew the oxen toward him with light touches\n    Of his slim goad on nose and offside flank,\n    Gave them their marching orders and was moving.","themes":["nature","hope","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3026/pg3026-images.html#link2H_4_0004","sourceId":"frost-north","sourceEdition":"North of Boston (1914), Project Gutenberg 3026","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0004","sourceNote":"Original English text including the introductory poem The Pasture. Dialogue and source line breaks retained.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"db75e99b0e90e6c76262e2ed10ce71c18912e9db7bc3240f6c99c3faff065dc5","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-north-link2H_4_0005","title":"A Hundred Collars","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"LANCASTER bore him—such a little town,\n    Such a great man. It doesn't see him often\n    Of late years, though he keeps the old homestead\n    And sends the children down there with their mother\n    To run wild in the summer—a little wild.\n    Sometimes he joins them for a day or two\n    And sees old friends he somehow can't get near.\n    They meet him in the general store at night,\n    Pre-occupied with formidable mail,\n    Rifling a printed letter as he talks.\n    They seem afraid. He wouldn't have it so:\n    Though a great scholar, he's a democrat,\n    If not at heart, at least on principle.\n    Lately when coming up to Lancaster\n    His train being late he missed another train\n    And had four hours to wait at Woodsville Junction\n    After eleven o'clock at night. Too tired\n    To think of sitting such an ordeal out,\n    He turned to the hotel to find a bed.\n    \"No room,\" the night clerk said. \"Unless——\"\n    Woodsville's a place of shrieks and wandering lamps\n    And cars that shook and rattle—and one hotel.\n    \"You say 'unless.'\"\n    \"Unless you wouldn't mind\n    Sharing a room with someone else.\"\n    \"Who is it?\"\n    \"A man.\"\n    \"So I should hope. What kind of man?\"\n    \"I know him: he's all right. A man's a man.\n    Separate beds of course you understand.\"\n    The night clerk blinked his eyes and dared him on.\n    \"Who's that man sleeping in the office chair?\n    Has he had the refusal of my chance?\"\n    \"He was afraid of being robbed or murdered.\n    What do you say?\"\n    \"I'll have to have a bed.\"\n    The night clerk led him up three flights of stairs\n    And down a narrow passage full of doors,\n    At the last one of which he knocked and entered.\n    \"Lafe, here's a fellow wants to share your room.\"\n    \"Show him this way. I'm not afraid of him.\n    I'm not so drunk I can't take care of myself.\"\n    The night clerk clapped a bedstead on the foot.\n    \"This will be yours. Good-night,\" he said, and went.\n    \"Lafe was the name, I think?\"\n    \"Yes, Layfayette.\n    You got it the first time. And yours?\"\n    \"Magoon.\n    Doctor Magoon.\"\n    \"A Doctor?\"\n    \"Well, a teacher.\"\n    \"Professor Square-the-circle-till-you're-tired?\n    Hold on, there's something I don't think of now\n    That I had on my mind to ask the first\n    Man that knew anything I happened in with.\n    I'll ask you later—don't let me forget it.\"\n    The Doctor looked at Lafe and looked away.\n    A man? A brute. Naked above the waist,\n    He sat there creased and shining in the light,\n    Fumbling the buttons in a well-starched shirt.\n    \"I'm moving into a size-larger shirt.\n    I've felt mean lately; mean's no name for it.\n    I just found what the matter was to-night:\n    I've been a-choking like a nursery tree\n    When it outgrows the wire band of its name tag.\n    I blamed it on the hot spell we've been having.\n    'Twas nothing but my foolish hanging back,\n    Not liking to own up I'd grown a size.\n    Number eighteen this is. What size do you wear?\"\n    The Doctor caught his throat convulsively.\n    \"Oh—ah—fourteen—fourteen.\"\n    \"Fourteen! You say so!\n    I can remember when I wore fourteen.\n    And come to think I must have back at home\n    More than a hundred collars, size fourteen.\n    Too bad to waste them all. You ought to have them.\n    They're yours and welcome; let me send them to you.\n    What makes you stand there on one leg like that?\n    You're not much furtherer than where Kike left you.\n    You act as if you wished you hadn't come.\n    Sit down or lie down, friend; you make me nervous.\"\n    The Doctor made a subdued dash for it,\n    And propped himself at bay against a pillow.\n    \"Not that way, with your shoes on Kike's white bed.\n    You can't rest that way. Let me pull your shoes off.\"\n    \"Don't touch me, please—I say, don't touch me, please.\n    I'll not be put to bed by you, my man.\"\n    \"Just as you say. Have it your own way then.\n    'My man' is it? You talk like a professor.\n    Speaking of who's afraid of who, however,\n    I'm thinking I have more to lose than you\n    If anything should happen to be wrong.\n    Who wants to cut your number fourteen throat!\n    Let's have a show down as an evidence\n    Of good faith. There is ninety dollars.\n    Come, if you're not afraid.\"\n    \"I'm not afraid.\n    There's five: that's all I carry.\"\n    \"I can search you?\n    Where are you moving over to? Stay still.\n    You'd better tuck your money under you\n    And sleep on it the way I always do\n    When I'm with people I don't trust at night.\"\n    \"Will you believe me if I put it there\n    Right on the counterpane—that I do trust you?\"\n    \"You'd say so, Mister Man.—I'm a collector.\n    My ninety isn't mine—you won't think that.\n    I pick it up a dollar at a time\n    All round the country for the Weekly News,\n    Published in Bow. You know the Weekly News?\"\n    \"Known it since I was young.\"\n    \"Then you know me.\n    Now we are getting on together—talking.\n    I'm sort of Something for it at the front.\n    My business is to find what people want:\n    They pay for it, and so they ought to have it.\n    Fairbanks, he says to me—he's editor—\n    Feel out the public sentiment—he says.\n    A good deal comes on me when all is said.\n    The only trouble is we disagree\n    In politics: I'm Vermont Democrat—\n    You know what that is, sort of double-dyed;\n    The News has always been Republican.\n    Fairbanks, he says to me, 'Help us this year,'\n    Meaning by us their ticket. 'No,' I says,\n    'I can't and won't. You've been in long enough:\n    It's time you turned around and boosted us.\n    You'll have to pay me more than ten a week\n    If I'm expected to elect Bill Taft.\n    I doubt if I could do it anyway.'\"\n    \"You seem to shape the paper's policy.\"\n    \"You see I'm in with everybody, know 'em all.\n    I almost know their farms as well as they do.\"\n    \"You drive around? It must be pleasant work.\"\n    \"It's business, but I can't say it's not fun.\n    What I like best's the lay of different farms,\n    Coming out on them from a stretch of woods,\n    Or over a hill or round a sudden corner.\n    I like to find folks getting out in spring,\n    Raking the dooryard, working near the house.\n    Later they get out further in the fields.\n    Everything's shut sometimes except the barn;\n    The family's all away in some back meadow.\n    There's a hay load a-coming—when it comes.\n    And later still they all get driven in:\n    The fields are stripped to lawn, the garden patches\n    Stripped to bare ground, the apple trees\n    To whips and poles. There's nobody about.\n    The chimney, though, keeps up a good brisk smoking.\n    And I lie back and ride. I take the reins\n    Only when someone's coming, and the mare\n    Stops when she likes: I tell her when to go.\n    I've spoiled Jemima in more ways than one.\n    She's got so she turns in at every house\n    As if she had some sort of curvature,\n    No matter if I have no errand there.\n    She thinks I'm sociable. I maybe am.\n    It's seldom I get down except for meals, though.\n    Folks entertain me from the kitchen doorstep,\n    All in a family row down to the youngest.\"\n    \"One would suppose they might not be as glad\n    To see you as you are to see them.\"\n    \"Oh,\n    Because I want their dollar. I don't want\n    Anything they've not got. I never dun.\n    I'm there, and they can pay me if they like.\n    I go nowhere on purpose: I happen by.\n    Sorry there is no cup to give you a drink.\n    I drink out of the bottle—not your style.\n    Mayn't I offer you——?\"\n    \"No, no, no, thank you.\"\n    \"Just as you say. Here's looking at you then.—\n    And now I'm leaving you a little while.\n    You'll rest easier when I'm gone, perhaps—\n    Lie down—let yourself go and get some sleep.\n    But first—let's see—what was I going to ask you?\n    Those collars—who shall I address them to,\n    Suppose you aren't awake when I come back?\"\n    \"Really, friend, I can't let you. You—may need them.\"\n    \"Not till I shrink, when they'll be out of style.\"\n    \"But really I—I have so many collars.\"\n    \"I don't know who I rather would have have them.\n    They're only turning yellow where they are.\n    But you're the doctor as the saying is.\n    I'll put the light out. Don't you wait for me:\n    I've just begun the night. You get some sleep.\n    I'll knock so-fashion and peep round the door\n    When I come back so you'll know who it is.\n    There's nothing I'm afraid of like scared people.\n    I don't want you should shoot me in the head.\n    What am I doing carrying off this bottle?\n    There now, you get some sleep.\"\n    He shut the door.\n    The Doctor slid a little down the pillow.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3026/pg3026-images.html#link2H_4_0005","sourceId":"frost-north","sourceEdition":"North of Boston (1914), Project Gutenberg 3026","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0005","sourceNote":"Original English text including the introductory poem The Pasture. Dialogue and source line breaks retained.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"55a9963c7966ce7780fd80a54ac58b113c062a3675226ab5792fcd681c337370","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-north-link2H_4_0006","title":"Home Burial","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"HE saw her from the bottom of the stairs\n    Before she saw him. She was starting down,\n    Looking back over her shoulder at some fear.\n    She took a doubtful step and then undid it\n    To raise herself and look again. He spoke\n    Advancing toward her: \"What is it you see\n    From up there always—for I want to know.\"\n    She turned and sank upon her skirts at that,\n    And her face changed from terrified to dull.\n    He said to gain time: \"What is it you see,\"\n    Mounting until she cowered under him.\n    \"I will find out now—you must tell me, dear.\"\n    She, in her place, refused him any help\n    With the least stiffening of her neck and silence.\n    She let him look, sure that he wouldn't see,\n    Blind creature; and a while he didn't see.\n    But at last he murmured, \"Oh,\" and again, \"Oh.\"\n    \"What is it—what?\" she said.\n    \"Just that I see.\"\n    \"You don't,\" she challenged. \"Tell me what it is.\"\n    \"The wonder is I didn't see at once.\n    I never noticed it from here before.\n    I must be wonted to it—that's the reason.\n    The little graveyard where my people are!\n    So small the window frames the whole of it.\n    Not so much larger than a bedroom, is it?\n    There are three stones of slate and one of marble,\n    Broad-shouldered little slabs there in the sunlight\n    On the sidehill. We haven't to mind those.\n    But I understand: it is not the stones,\n    But the child's mound——\"\n    \"Don't, don't, don't, don't,\" she cried.\n    She withdrew shrinking from beneath his arm\n    That rested on the banister, and slid downstairs;\n    And turned on him with such a daunting look,\n    He said twice over before he knew himself:\n    \"Can't a man speak of his own child he's lost?\"\n    \"Not you! Oh, where's my hat? Oh, I don't need it!\n    I must get out of here. I must get air.\n    I don't know rightly whether any man can.\"\n    \"Amy! Don't go to someone else this time.\n    Listen to me. I won't come down the stairs.\"\n    He sat and fixed his chin between his fists.\n    \"There's something I should like to ask you, dear.\"\n    \"You don't know how to ask it.\"\n    \"Help me, then.\"\n    Her fingers moved the latch for all reply.\n    \"My words are nearly always an offence.\n    I don't know how to speak of anything\n    So as to please you. But I might be taught\n    I should suppose. I can't say I see how.\n    A man must partly give up being a man\n    With women-folk. We could have some arrangement\n    By which I'd bind myself to keep hands off\n    Anything special you're a-mind to name.\n    Though I don't like such things 'twixt those that love.\n    Two that don't love can't live together without them.\n    But two that do can't live together with them.\"\n    She moved the latch a little. \"Don't—don't go.\n    Don't carry it to someone else this time.\n    Tell me about it if it's something human.\n    Let me into your grief. I'm not so much\n    Unlike other folks as your standing there\n    Apart would make me out. Give me my chance.\n    I do think, though, you overdo it a little.\n    What was it brought you up to think it the thing\n    To take your mother-loss of a first child\n    So inconsolably—in the face of love.\n    You'd think his memory might be satisfied——\"\n    \"There you go sneering now!\"\n    \"I'm not, I'm not!\n    You make me angry. I'll come down to you.\n    God, what a woman! And it's come to this,\n    A man can't speak of his own child that's dead.\"\n    \"You can't because you don't know how.\n    If you had any feelings, you that dug\n    With your own hand—how could you?—his little grave;\n    I saw you from that very window there,\n    Making the gravel leap and leap in air,\n    Leap up, like that, like that, and land so lightly\n    And roll back down the mound beside the hole.\n    I thought, Who is that man? I didn't know you.\n    And I crept down the stairs and up the stairs\n    To look again, and still your spade kept lifting.\n    Then you came in. I heard your rumbling voice\n    Out in the kitchen, and I don't know why,\n    But I went near to see with my own eyes.\n    You could sit there with the stains on your shoes\n    Of the fresh earth from your own baby's grave\n    And talk about your everyday concerns.\n    You had stood the spade up against the wall\n    Outside there in the entry, for I saw it.\"\n    \"I shall laugh the worst laugh I ever laughed.\n    I'm cursed. God, if I don't believe I'm cursed.\"\n    \"I can repeat the very words you were saying.\n    'Three foggy mornings and one rainy day\n    Will rot the best birch fence a man can build.'\n    Think of it, talk like that at such a time!\n    What had how long it takes a birch to rot\n    To do with what was in the darkened parlour.\n    You couldn't care! The nearest friends can go\n    With anyone to death, comes so far short\n    They might as well not try to go at all.\n    No, from the time when one is sick to death,\n    One is alone, and he dies more alone.\n    Friends make pretence of following to the grave,\n    But before one is in it, their minds are turned\n    And making the best of their way back to life\n    And living people, and things they understand.\n    But the world's evil. I won't have grief so\n    If I can change it. Oh, I won't, I won't!\"\n    \"There, you have said it all and you feel better.\n    You won't go now. You're crying. Close the door.\n    The heart's gone out of it: why keep it up.\n    Amy! There's someone coming down the road!\"\n    \"You—oh, you think the talk is all. I must go—\n    Somewhere out of this house. How can I make you——\"\n    \"If—you—do!\" She was opening the door wider.\n    \"Where do you mean to go? First tell me that.\n    I'll follow and bring you back by force. I will!—\"","themes":["love","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3026/pg3026-images.html#link2H_4_0006","sourceId":"frost-north","sourceEdition":"North of Boston (1914), Project Gutenberg 3026","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0006","sourceNote":"Original English text including the introductory poem The Pasture. Dialogue and source line breaks retained.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"a9872794dab58e82484b1fb91fb14ef8614c127666af07e79884a5b51a812cf2","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-north-link2H_4_0007","title":"The Black Cottage","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"WE chanced in passing by that afternoon\n    To catch it in a sort of special picture\n    Among tar-banded ancient cherry trees,\n    Set well back from the road in rank lodged grass,\n    The little cottage we were speaking of,\n    A front with just a door between two windows,\n    Fresh painted by the shower a velvet black.\n    We paused, the minister and I, to look.\n    He made as if to hold it at arm's length\n    Or put the leaves aside that framed it in.\n    \"Pretty,\" he said. \"Come in. No one will care.\"\n    The path was a vague parting in the grass\n    That led us to a weathered window-sill.\n    We pressed our faces to the pane. \"You see,\" he said,\n    \"Everything's as she left it when she died.\n    Her sons won't sell the house or the things in it.\n    They say they mean to come and summer here\n    Where they were boys. They haven't come this year.\n    They live so far away—one is out west—\n    It will be hard for them to keep their word.\n    Anyway they won't have the place disturbed.\"\n    A buttoned hair-cloth lounge spread scrolling arms\n    Under a crayon portrait on the wall\n    Done sadly from an old daguerreotype.\n    \"That was the father as he went to war.\n    She always, when she talked about war,\n    Sooner or later came and leaned, half knelt\n    Against the lounge beside it, though I doubt\n    If such unlifelike lines kept power to stir\n    Anything in her after all the years.\n    He fell at Gettysburg or Fredericksburg,\n    I ought to know—it makes a difference which:\n    Fredericksburg wasn't Gettysburg, of course.\n    But what I'm getting to is how forsaken\n    A little cottage this has always seemed;\n    Since she went more than ever, but before—\n    I don't mean altogether by the lives\n    That had gone out of it, the father first,\n    Then the two sons, till she was left alone.\n    (Nothing could draw her after those two sons.\n    She valued the considerate neglect\n    She had at some cost taught them after years.)\n    I mean by the world's having passed it by—\n    As we almost got by this afternoon.\n    It always seems to me a sort of mark\n    To measure how far fifty years have brought us.\n    Why not sit down if you are in no haste?\n    These doorsteps seldom have a visitor.\n    The warping boards pull out their own old nails\n    With none to tread and put them in their place.\n    She had her own idea of things, the old lady.\n    And she liked talk. She had seen Garrison\n    And Whittier, and had her story of them.\n    One wasn't long in learning that she thought\n    Whatever else the Civil War was for\n    It wasn't just to keep the States together,\n    Nor just to free the slaves, though it did both.\n    She wouldn't have believed those ends enough\n    To have given outright for them all she gave.\n    Her giving somehow touched the principle\n    That all men are created free and equal.\n    And to hear her quaint phrases—so removed\n    From the world's view to-day of all those things.\n    That's a hard mystery of Jefferson's.\n    What did he mean? Of course the easy way\n    Is to decide it simply isn't true.\n    It may not be. I heard a fellow say so.\n    But never mind, the Welshman got it planted\n    Where it will trouble us a thousand years.\n    Each age will have to reconsider it.\n    You couldn't tell her what the West was saying,\n    And what the South to her serene belief.\n    She had some art of hearing and yet not\n    Hearing the latter wisdom of the world.\n    White was the only race she ever knew.\n    Black she had scarcely seen, and yellow never.\n    But how could they be made so very unlike\n    By the same hand working in the same stuff?\n    She had supposed the war decided that.\n    What are you going to do with such a person?\n    Strange how such innocence gets its own way.\n    I shouldn't be surprised if in this world\n    It were the force that would at last prevail.\n    Do you know but for her there was a time\n    When to please younger members of the church,\n    Or rather say non-members in the church,\n    Whom we all have to think of nowadays,\n    I would have changed the Creed a very little?\n    Not that she ever had to ask me not to;\n    It never got so far as that; but the bare thought\n    Of her old tremulous bonnet in the pew,\n    And of her half asleep was too much for me.\n    Why, I might wake her up and startle her.\n    It was the words 'descended into Hades'\n    That seemed too pagan to our liberal youth.\n    You know they suffered from a general onslaught.\n    And well, if they weren't true why keep right on\n    Saying them like the heathen? We could drop them.\n    Only—there was the bonnet in the pew.\n    Such a phrase couldn't have meant much to her.\n    But suppose she had missed it from the Creed\n    As a child misses the unsaid Good-night,\n    And falls asleep with heartache—how should I feel?\n    I'm just as glad she made me keep hands off,\n    For, dear me, why abandon a belief\n    Merely because it ceases to be true.\n    Cling to it long enough, and not a doubt\n    It will turn true again, for so it goes.\n    Most of the change we think we see in life\n    Is due to truths being in and out of favour.\n    As I sit here, and oftentimes, I wish\n    I could be monarch of a desert land\n    I could devote and dedicate forever\n    To the truths we keep coming back and back to.\n    So desert it would have to be, so walled\n    By mountain ranges half in summer snow,\n    No one would covet it or think it worth\n    The pains of conquering to force change on.\n    Scattered oases where men dwelt, but mostly\n    Sand dunes held loosely in tamarisk\n    Blown over and over themselves in idleness.\n    Sand grains should sugar in the natal dew\n    The babe born to the desert, the sand storm\n    Retard mid-waste my cowering caravans—\n    \"There are bees in this wall.\" He struck the clapboards,\n    Fierce heads looked out; small bodies pivoted.\n    We rose to go. Sunset blazed on the windows.","themes":["love","nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3026/pg3026-images.html#link2H_4_0007","sourceId":"frost-north","sourceEdition":"North of Boston (1914), Project Gutenberg 3026","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0007","sourceNote":"Original English text including the introductory poem The Pasture. Dialogue and source line breaks retained.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"b9840aa8172018441c3396f842dbf0f9f0da79685a5234a9743bec0b558269b2","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-north-link2H_4_0008","title":"Blueberries","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"\"YOU ought to have seen what I saw on my way\n    To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day:\n    Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb,\n    Real sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to drum\n    In the cavernous pail of the first one to come!\n    And all ripe together, not some of them green\n    And some of them ripe! You ought to have seen!\"\n    \"I don't know what part of the pasture you mean.\"\n    \"You know where they cut off the woods—let me see—\n    It was two years ago—or no!—can it be\n    No longer than that?—and the following fall\n    The fire ran and burned it all up but the wall.\"\n    \"Why, there hasn't been time for the bushes to grow.\n    That's always the way with the blueberries, though:\n    There may not have been the ghost of a sign\n    Of them anywhere under the shade of the pine,\n    But get the pine out of the way, you may burn\n    The pasture all over until not a fern\n    Or grass-blade is left, not to mention a stick,\n    And presto, they're up all around you as thick\n    And hard to explain as a conjuror's trick.\"\n    \"It must be on charcoal they fatten their fruit.\n    I taste in them sometimes the flavour of soot.\n    And after all really they're ebony skinned:\n    The blue's but a mist from the breath of the wind,\n    A tarnish that goes at a touch of the hand,\n    And less than the tan with which pickers are tanned.\"\n    \"Does Mortenson know what he has, do you think?\"\n    \"He may and not care and so leave the chewink\n    To gather them for him—you know what he is.\n    He won't make the fact that they're rightfully his\n    An excuse for keeping us other folk out.\"\n    \"I wonder you didn't see Loren about.\"\n    \"The best of it was that I did. Do you know,\n    I was just getting through what the field had to show\n    And over the wall and into the road,\n    When who should come by, with a democrat-load\n    Of all the young chattering Lorens alive,\n    But Loren, the fatherly, out for a drive.\"\n    \"He saw you, then? What did he do? Did he frown?\"\n    \"He just kept nodding his head up and down.\n    You know how politely he always goes by.\n    But he thought a big thought—I could tell by his eye—\n    Which being expressed, might be this in effect:\n    'I have left those there berries, I shrewdly suspect,\n    To ripen too long. I am greatly to blame.'\"\n    \"He's a thriftier person than some I could name.\"\n    \"He seems to be thrifty; and hasn't he need,\n    With the mouths of all those young Lorens to feed?\n    He has brought them all up on wild berries, they say,\n    Like birds. They store a great many away.\n    They eat them the year round, and those they don't eat\n    They sell in the store and buy shoes for their feet.\"\n    \"Who cares what they say? It's a nice way to live,\n    Just taking what Nature is willing to give,\n    Not forcing her hand with harrow and plow.\"\n    \"I wish you had seen his perpetual bow—\n    And the air of the youngsters! Not one of them turned,\n    And they looked so solemn-absurdly concerned.\"\n    \"I wish I knew half what the flock of them know\n    Of where all the berries and other things grow,\n    Cranberries in bogs and raspberries on top\n    Of the boulder-strewn mountain, and when they will crop.\n    I met them one day and each had a flower\n    Stuck into his berries as fresh as a shower;\n    Some strange kind—they told me it hadn't a name.\"\n    \"I've told you how once not long after we came,\n    I almost provoked poor Loren to mirth\n    By going to him of all people on earth\n    To ask if he knew any fruit to be had\n    For the picking. The rascal, he said he'd be glad\n    To tell if he knew. But the year had been bad.\n    There had been some berries—but those were all gone.\n    He didn't say where they had been. He went on:\n    'I'm sure—I'm sure'—as polite as could be.\n    He spoke to his wife in the door, 'Let me see,\n    Mame, we don't know any good berrying place?'\n    It was all he could do to keep a straight face.\n    \"If he thinks all the fruit that grows wild is for him,\n    He'll find he's mistaken. See here, for a whim,\n    We'll pick in the Mortensons' pasture this year.\n    We'll go in the morning, that is, if it's clear,\n    And the sun shines out warm: the vines must be wet.\n    It's so long since I picked I almost forget\n    How we used to pick berries: we took one look round,\n    Then sank out of sight like trolls underground,\n    And saw nothing more of each other, or heard,\n    Unless when you said I was keeping a bird\n    Away from its nest, and I said it was you.\n    'Well, one of us is.' For complaining it flew\n    Around and around us. And then for a while\n    We picked, till I feared you had wandered a mile,\n    And I thought I had lost you. I lifted a shout\n    Too loud for the distance you were, it turned out,\n    For when you made answer, your voice was as low\n    As talking—you stood up beside me, you know.\"\n    \"We sha'n't have the place to ourselves to enjoy—\n    Not likely, when all the young Lorens deploy.\n    They'll be there to-morrow, or even to-night.\n    They won't be too friendly—they may be polite—\n    To people they look on as having no right\n    To pick where they're picking. But we won't complain.\n    You ought to have seen how it looked in the rain,\n    The fruit mixed with water in layers of leaves,\n    Like two kinds of jewels, a vision for thieves.\"","themes":["nature","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3026/pg3026-images.html#link2H_4_0008","sourceId":"frost-north","sourceEdition":"North of Boston (1914), Project Gutenberg 3026","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0008","sourceNote":"Original English text including the introductory poem The Pasture. Dialogue and source line breaks retained.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"606676c21e9c0b60d26f048b8ab873a3f877db2a54b07c18b2e16eaf0558d5e8","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-north-link2H_4_0009","title":"A Servant to Servants","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I DIDN'T make you know how glad I was\n    To have you come and camp here on our land.\n    I promised myself to get down some day\n    And see the way you lived, but I don't know!\n    With a houseful of hungry men to feed\n    I guess you'd find.... It seems to me\n    I can't express my feelings any more\n    Than I can raise my voice or want to lift\n    My hand (oh, I can lift it when I have to).\n    Did ever you feel so? I hope you never.\n    It's got so I don't even know for sure\n    Whether I am glad, sorry, or anything.\n    There's nothing but a voice-like left inside\n    That seems to tell me how I ought to feel,\n    And would feel if I wasn't all gone wrong.\n    You take the lake. I look and look at it.\n    I see it's a fair, pretty sheet of water.\n    I stand and make myself repeat out loud\n    The advantages it has, so long and narrow,\n    Like a deep piece of some old running river\n    Cut short off at both ends. It lies five miles\n    Straight away through the mountain notch\n    From the sink window where I wash the plates,\n    And all our storms come up toward the house,\n    Drawing the slow waves whiter and whiter and whiter.\n    It took my mind off doughnuts and soda biscuit\n    To step outdoors and take the water dazzle\n    A sunny morning, or take the rising wind\n    About my face and body and through my wrapper,\n    When a storm threatened from the Dragon's Den,\n    And a cold chill shivered across the lake.\n    I see it's a fair, pretty sheet of water,\n    Our Willoughby! How did you hear of it?\n    I expect, though, everyone's heard of it.\n    In a book about ferns? Listen to that!\n    You let things more like feathers regulate\n    Your going and coming. And you like it here?\n    I can see how you might. But I don't know!\n    It would be different if more people came,\n    For then there would be business. As it is,\n    The cottages Len built, sometimes we rent them,\n    Sometimes we don't. We've a good piece of shore\n    That ought to be worth something, and may yet.\n    But I don't count on it as much as Len.\n    He looks on the bright side of everything,\n    Including me. He thinks I'll be all right\n    With doctoring. But it's not medicine—\n    Lowe is the only doctor's dared to say so—\n    It's rest I want—there, I have said it out—\n    From cooking meals for hungry hired men\n    And washing dishes after them—from doing\n    Things over and over that just won't stay done.\n    By good rights I ought not to have so much\n    Put on me, but there seems no other way.\n    Len says one steady pull more ought to do it.\n    He says the best way out is always through.\n    And I agree to that, or in so far\n    As that I can see no way out but through—\n    Leastways for me—and then they'll be convinced.\n    It's not that Len don't want the best for me.\n    It was his plan our moving over in\n    Beside the lake from where that day I showed you\n    We used to live—ten miles from anywhere.\n    We didn't change without some sacrifice,\n    But Len went at it to make up the loss.\n    His work's a man's, of course, from sun to sun,\n    But he works when he works as hard as I do—\n    Though there's small profit in comparisons.\n    (Women and men will make them all the same.)\n    But work ain't all. Len undertakes too much.\n    He's into everything in town. This year\n    It's highways, and he's got too many men\n    Around him to look after that make waste.\n    They take advantage of him shamefully,\n    And proud, too, of themselves for doing so.\n    We have four here to board, great good-for-nothings,\n    Sprawling about the kitchen with their talk\n    While I fry their bacon. Much they care!\n    No more put out in what they do or say\n    Than if I wasn't in the room at all.\n    Coming and going all the time, they are:\n    I don't learn what their names are, let alone\n    Their characters, or whether they are safe\n    To have inside the house with doors unlocked.\n    I'm not afraid of them, though, if they're not\n    Afraid of me. There's two can play at that.\n    I have my fancies: it runs in the family.\n    My father's brother wasn't right. They kept him\n    Locked up for years back there at the old farm.\n    I've been away once—yes, I've been away.\n    The State Asylum. I was prejudiced;\n    I wouldn't have sent anyone of mine there;\n    You know the old idea—the only asylum\n    Was the poorhouse, and those who could afford,\n    Rather than send their folks to such a place,\n    Kept them at home; and it does seem more human.\n    But it's not so: the place is the asylum.\n    There they have every means proper to do with,\n    And you aren't darkening other people's lives—\n    Worse than no good to them, and they no good\n    To you in your condition; you can't know\n    Affection or the want of it in that state.\n    I've heard too much of the old-fashioned way.\n    My father's brother, he went mad quite young.\n    Some thought he had been bitten by a dog,\n    Because his violence took on the form\n    Of carrying his pillow in his teeth;\n    But it's more likely he was crossed in love,\n    Or so the story goes. It was some girl.\n    Anyway all he talked about was love.\n    They soon saw he would do someone a mischief\n    If he wa'n't kept strict watch of, and it ended\n    In father's building him a sort of cage,\n    Or room within a room, of hickory poles,\n    Like stanchions in the barn, from floor to ceiling,—\n    A narrow passage all the way around.\n    Anything they put in for furniture\n    He'd tear to pieces, even a bed to lie on.\n    So they made the place comfortable with straw,\n    Like a beast's stall, to ease their consciences.\n    Of course they had to feed him without dishes.\n    They tried to keep him clothed, but he paraded\n    With his clothes on his arm—all of his clothes.\n    Cruel—it sounds. I 'spose they did the best\n    They knew. And just when he was at the height,\n    Father and mother married, and mother came,\n    A bride, to help take care of such a creature,\n    And accommodate her young life to his.\n    That was what marrying father meant to her.\n    She had to lie and hear love things made dreadful\n    By his shouts in the night. He'd shout and shout\n    Until the strength was shouted out of him,\n    And his voice died down slowly from exhaustion.\n    He'd pull his bars apart like bow and bow-string,\n    And let them go and make them twang until\n    His hands had worn them smooth as any ox-bow.\n    And then he'd crow as if he thought that child's play—\n    The only fun he had. I've heard them say, though,\n    They found a way to put a stop to it.\n    He was before my time—I never saw him;\n    But the pen stayed exactly as it was\n    There in the upper chamber in the ell,\n    A sort of catch-all full of attic clutter.\n    I often think of the smooth hickory bars.\n    It got so I would say—you know, half fooling—\n    \"It's time I took my turn upstairs in jail\"—\n    Just as you will till it becomes a habit.\n    No wonder I was glad to get away.\n    Mind you, I waited till Len said the word.\n    I didn't want the blame if things went wrong.\n    I was glad though, no end, when we moved out,\n    And I looked to be happy, and I was,\n    As I said, for a while—but I don't know!\n    Somehow the change wore out like a prescription.\n    And there's more to it than just window-views\n    And living by a lake. I'm past such help—\n    Unless Len took the notion, which he won't,\n    And I won't ask him—it's not sure enough.\n    I 'spose I've got to go the road I'm going:\n    Other folks have to, and why shouldn't I?\n    I almost think if I could do like you,\n    Drop everything and live out on the ground—\n    But it might be, come night, I shouldn't like it,\n    Or a long rain. I should soon get enough,\n    And be glad of a good roof overhead.\n    I've lain awake thinking of you, I'll warrant,\n    More than you have yourself, some of these nights.\n    The wonder was the tents weren't snatched away\n    From over you as you lay in your beds.\n    I haven't courage for a risk like that.\n    Bless you, of course, you're keeping me from work,\n    But the thing of it is, I need to be kept.\n    There's work enough to do—there's always that;\n    But behind's behind. The worst that you can do\n    Is set me back a little more behind.\n    I sha'n't catch up in this world, anyway.\n    I'd rather you'd not go unless you must.","themes":["love","hope","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3026/pg3026-images.html#link2H_4_0009","sourceId":"frost-north","sourceEdition":"North of Boston (1914), Project Gutenberg 3026","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0009","sourceNote":"Original English text including the introductory poem The Pasture. Dialogue and source line breaks retained.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"9a26492d4092fb916979c0b731131184d6c3a3c743271dc03cdef267c4ef6cdc","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-north-link2H_4_0010","title":"After Apple-picking","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"MY long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree\n    Toward heaven still,\n    And there's a barrel that I didn't fill\n    Beside it, and there may be two or three\n    Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.\n    But I am done with apple-picking now.\n    Essence of winter sleep is on the night,\n    The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.\n    I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight\n    I got from looking through a pane of glass\n    I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough\n    And held against the world of hoary grass.\n    It melted, and I let it fall and break.\n    But I was well\n    Upon my way to sleep before it fell,\n    And I could tell\n    What form my dreaming was about to take.\n    Magnified apples appear and disappear,\n    Stem end and blossom end,\n    And every fleck of russet showing clear.\n    My instep arch not only keeps the ache,\n    It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.\n    I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.\n    And I keep hearing from the cellar bin\n    The rumbling sound\n    Of load on load of apples coming in.\n    For I have had too much\n    Of apple-picking: I am overtired\n    Of the great harvest I myself desired.\n    There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,\n    Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.\n    For all\n    That struck the earth,\n    No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,\n    Went surely to the cider-apple heap\n    As of no worth.\n    One can see what will trouble\n    This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.\n    Were he not gone,\n    The woodchuck could say whether it's like his\n    Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,\n    Or just some human sleep.","themes":["nature","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3026/pg3026-images.html#link2H_4_0010","sourceId":"frost-north","sourceEdition":"North of Boston (1914), Project Gutenberg 3026","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0010","sourceNote":"Original English text including the introductory poem The Pasture. Dialogue and source line breaks retained.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"9b20855f1189a3acc3d21efe735879284bacfc475d993ba77ce9be968514c84a","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-north-link2H_4_0011","title":"The Code","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"THERE were three in the meadow by the brook\n    Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay,\n    With an eye always lifted toward the west\n    Where an irregular sun-bordered cloud\n    Darkly advanced with a perpetual dagger\n    Flickering across its bosom. Suddenly\n    One helper, thrusting pitchfork in the ground,\n    Marched himself off the field and home. One stayed.\n    The town-bred farmer failed to understand.\n    \"What is there wrong?\"\n    \"Something you just now said.\"\n    \"What did I say?\"\n    \"About our taking pains.\"\n    \"To cock the hay?—because it's going to shower?\n    I said that more than half an hour ago.\n    I said it to myself as much as you.\"\n    \"You didn't know. But James is one big fool.\n    He thought you meant to find fault with his work.\n    That's what the average farmer would have meant.\n    James would take time, of course, to chew it over\n    Before he acted: he's just got round to act.\"\n    \"He is a fool if that's the way he takes me.\"\n    \"Don't let it bother you. You've found out something.\n    The hand that knows his business won't be told\n    To do work better or faster—those two things.\n    I'm as particular as anyone:\n    Most likely I'd have served you just the same.\n    But I know you don't understand our ways.\n    You were just talking what was in your mind,\n    What was in all our minds, and you weren't hinting.\n    Tell you a story of what happened once:\n    I was up here in Salem at a man's\n    Named Sanders with a gang of four or five\n    Doing the haying. No one liked the boss.\n    He was one of the kind sports call a spider,\n    All wiry arms and legs that spread out wavy\n    From a humped body nigh as big's a biscuit.\n    But work! that man could work, especially\n    If by so doing he could get more work\n    Out of his hired help. I'm not denying\n    He was hard on himself. I couldn't find\n    That he kept any hours—not for himself.\n    Daylight and lantern-light were one to him:\n    I've heard him pounding in the barn all night.\n    But what he liked was someone to encourage.\n    Them that he couldn't lead he'd get behind\n    And drive, the way you can, you know, in mowing—\n    Keep at their heels and threaten to mow their legs off.\n    I'd seen about enough of his bulling tricks\n    (We call that bulling). I'd been watching him.\n    So when he paired off with me in the hayfield\n    To load the load, thinks I, Look out for trouble.\n    I built the load and topped it off; old Sanders\n    Combed it down with a rake and says, 'O. K.'\n    Everything went well till we reached the barn\n    With a big catch to empty in a bay.\n    You understand that meant the easy job\n    For the man up on top of throwing down\n    The hay and rolling it off wholesale,\n    Where on a mow it would have been slow lifting.\n    You wouldn't think a fellow'd need much urging\n    Under these circumstances, would you now?\n    But the old fool seizes his fork in both hands,\n    And looking up bewhiskered out of the pit,\n    Shouts like an army captain, 'Let her come!'\n    Thinks I, D'ye mean it? 'What was that you said?'\n    I asked out loud, so's there'd be no mistake,\n    'Did you say, Let her come?' 'Yes, let her come.'\n    He said it over, but he said it softer.\n    Never you say a thing like that to a man,\n    Not if he values what he is. God, I'd as soon\n    Murdered him as left out his middle name.\n    I'd built the load and knew right where to find it.\n    Two or three forkfuls I picked lightly round for\n    Like meditating, and then I just dug in\n    And dumped the rackful on him in ten lots.\n    I looked over the side once in the dust\n    And caught sight of him treading-water-like,\n    Keeping his head above. 'Damn ye,' I says,\n    'That gets ye!' He squeaked like a squeezed rat.\n    That was the last I saw or heard of him.\n    I cleaned the rack and drove out to cool off.\n    As I sat mopping hayseed from my neck,\n    And sort of waiting to be asked about it,\n    One of the boys sings out, 'Where's the old man?'\n    'I left him in the barn under the hay.\n    If ye want him, ye can go and dig him out.'\n    They realized from the way I swobbed my neck\n    More than was needed something must be up.\n    They headed for the barn; I stayed where I was.\n    They told me afterward. First they forked hay,\n    A lot of it, out into the barn floor.\n    Nothing! They listened for him. Not a rustle.\n    I guess they thought I'd spiked him in the temple\n    Before I buried him, or I couldn't have managed.\n    They excavated more. 'Go keep his wife\n    Out of the barn.' Someone looked in a window,\n    And curse me if he wasn't in the kitchen\n    Slumped way down in a chair, with both his feet\n    Stuck in the oven, the hottest day that summer.\n    He looked so clean disgusted from behind\n    There was no one that dared to stir him up,\n    Or let him know that he was being looked at.\n    Apparently I hadn't buried him\n    (I may have knocked him down); but my just trying\n    To bury him had hurt his dignity.\n    He had gone to the house so's not to meet me.\n    He kept away from us all afternoon.\n    We tended to his hay. We saw him out\n    After a while picking peas in his garden:\n    He couldn't keep away from doing something.\"\n    \"Weren't you relieved to find he wasn't dead?\"\n    \"No! and yet I don't know—it's hard to say.\n    I went about to kill him fair enough.\"\n    \"You took an awkward way. Did he discharge you?\"\n    \"Discharge me? No! He knew I did just right.\"","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3026/pg3026-images.html#link2H_4_0011","sourceId":"frost-north","sourceEdition":"North of Boston (1914), Project Gutenberg 3026","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0011","sourceNote":"Original English text including the introductory poem The Pasture. Dialogue and source line breaks retained.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"13f1dd2ed318ec99b53c5aa5b39ab59be94bb12267ae90447db1f8eb933a1ea2","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-north-link2H_4_0012","title":"The Generations of Men","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A GOVERNOR it was proclaimed this time,\n    When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire\n    Ancestral memories might come together.\n    And those of the name Stark gathered in Bow,\n    A rock-strewn town where farming has fallen off,\n    And sprout-lands flourish where the axe has gone.\n    Someone had literally run to earth\n    In an old cellar hole in a by-road\n    The origin of all the family there.\n    Thence they were sprung, so numerous a tribe\n    That now not all the houses left in town\n    Made shift to shelter them without the help\n    Of here and there a tent in grove and orchard.\n    They were at Bow, but that was not enough:\n    Nothing would do but they must fix a day\n    To stand together on the crater's verge\n    That turned them on the world, and try to fathom\n    The past and get some strangeness out of it.\n    But rain spoiled all. The day began uncertain,\n    With clouds low trailing and moments of rain that misted.\n    The young folk held some hope out to each other\n    Till well toward noon when the storm settled down\n    With a swish in the grass. \"What if the others\n    Are there,\" they said. \"It isn't going to rain.\"\n    Only one from a farm not far away\n    Strolled thither, not expecting he would find\n    Anyone else, but out of idleness.\n    One, and one other, yes, for there were two.\n    The second round the curving hillside road\n    Was a girl; and she halted some way off\n    To reconnoitre, and then made up her mind\n    At least to pass by and see who he was,\n    And perhaps hear some word about the weather.\n    This was some Stark she didn't know. He nodded.\n    \"No fête to-day,\" he said.\n    \"It looks that way.\"\n    She swept the heavens, turning on her heel.\n    \"I only idled down.\"\n    \"I idled down.\"\n    Provision there had been for just such meeting\n    Of stranger cousins, in a family tree\n    Drawn on a sort of passport with the branch\n    Of the one bearing it done in detail—\n    Some zealous one's laborious device.\n    She made a sudden movement toward her bodice,\n    As one who clasps her heart. They laughed together.\n    \"Stark?\" he inquired. \"No matter for the proof.\"\n    \"Yes, Stark. And you?\"\n    \"I'm Stark.\" He drew his passport.\n    \"You know we might not be and still be cousins:\n    The town is full of Chases, Lowes, and Baileys,\n    All claiming some priority in Starkness.\n    My mother was a Lane, yet might have married\n    Anyone upon earth and still her children\n    Would have been Starks, and doubtless here to-day.\"\n    \"You riddle with your genealogy\n    Like a Viola. I don't follow you.\"\n    \"I only mean my mother was a Stark\n    Several times over, and by marrying father\n    No more than brought us back into the name.\"\n    \"One ought not to be thrown into confusion\n    By a plain statement of relationship,\n    But I own what you say makes my head spin.\n    You take my card—you seem so good at such things—\n    And see if you can reckon our cousinship.\n    Why not take seats here on the cellar wall\n    And dangle feet among the raspberry vines?\"\n    \"Under the shelter of the family tree.\"\n    \"Just so—that ought to be enough protection.\"\n    \"Not from the rain. I think it's going to rain.\"\n    \"It's raining.\"\n    \"No, it's misting; let's be fair.\n    Does the rain seem to you to cool the eyes?\"\n    The situation was like this: the road\n    Bowed outward on the mountain half-way up,\n    And disappeared and ended not far off.\n    No one went home that way. The only house\n    Beyond where they were was a shattered seedpod.\n    And below roared a brook hidden in trees,\n    The sound of which was silence for the place.\n    This he sat listening to till she gave judgment.\n    \"On father's side, it seems, we're—let me see——\"\n    \"Don't be too technical.—You have three cards.\"\n    \"Four cards, one yours, three mine, one for each branch\n    Of the Stark family I'm a member of.\"\n    \"D'you know a person so related to herself\n    Is supposed to be mad.\"\n    \"I may be mad.\"\n    \"You look so, sitting out here in the rain\n    Studying genealogy with me\n    You never saw before. What will we come to\n    With all this pride of ancestry, we Yankees?\n    I think we're all mad. Tell me why we're here\n    Drawn into town about this cellar hole\n    Like wild geese on a lake before a storm?\n    What do we see in such a hole, I wonder.\"\n    \"The Indians had a myth of Chicamoztoc,\n    Which means The Seven Caves that We Came out of.\n    This is the pit from which we Starks were digged.\"\n    \"You must be learned. That's what you see in it?\"\n    \"And what do you see?\"\n    \"Yes, what do I see?\n    First let me look. I see raspberry vines——\"\n    \"Oh, if you're going to use your eyes, just hear\n    What I see. It's a little, little boy,\n    As pale and dim as a match flame in the sun;\n    He's groping in the cellar after jam,\n    He thinks it's dark and it's flooded with daylight.\"\n    \"He's nothing. Listen. When I lean like this\n    I can make out old Grandsir Stark distinctly,—\n    With his pipe in his mouth and his brown jug—\n    Bless you, it isn't Grandsir Stark, it's Granny,\n    But the pipe's there and smoking and the jug.\n    She's after cider, the old girl, she's thirsty;\n    Here's hoping she gets her drink and gets out safely.\"\n    \"Tell me about her. Does she look like me?\"\n    \"She should, shouldn't she, you're so many times\n    Over descended from her. I believe\n    She does look like you. Stay the way you are.\n    The nose is just the same, and so's the chin—\n    Making allowance, making due allowance.\"\n    \"You poor, dear, great, great, great, great Granny!\"\n    \"See that you get her greatness right. Don't stint her.\"\n    \"Yes, it's important, though you think it isn't.\n    I won't be teased. But see how wet I am.\"\n    \"Yes, you must go; we can't stay here for ever.\n    But wait until I give you a hand up.\n    A bead of silver water more or less\n    Strung on your hair won't hurt your summer looks.\n    I wanted to try something with the noise\n    That the brook raises in the empty valley.\n    We have seen visions—now consult the voices.\n    Something I must have learned riding in trains\n    When I was young. I used the roar\n    To set the voices speaking out of it,\n    Speaking or singing, and the band-music playing.\n    Perhaps you have the art of what I mean.\n    I've never listened in among the sounds\n    That a brook makes in such a wild descent.\n    It ought to give a purer oracle.\"\n    \"It's as you throw a picture on a screen:\n    The meaning of it all is out of you;\n    The voices give you what you wish to hear.\"\n    \"Strangely, it's anything they wish to give.\"\n    \"Then I don't know. It must be strange enough.\n    I wonder if it's not your make-believe.\n    What do you think you're like to hear to-day?\"\n    \"From the sense of our having been together—\n    But why take time for what I'm like to hear?\n    I'll tell you what the voices really say.\n    You will do very well right where you are\n    A little longer. I mustn't feel too hurried,\n    Or I can't give myself to hear the voices.\"\n    \"Is this some trance you are withdrawing into?\"\n    \"You must be very still; you mustn't talk.\"\n    \"I'll hardly breathe.\"\n    \"The voices seem to say——\"\n    \"I'm waiting.\"\n    \"Don't! The voices seem to say:\n    Call her Nausicaa, the unafraid\n    Of an acquaintance made adventurously.\"\n    \"I let you say that—on consideration.\"\n    \"I don't see very well how you can help it.\n    You want the truth. I speak but by the voices.\n    You see they know I haven't had your name,\n    Though what a name should matter between us——\"\n    \"I shall suspect——\"\n    \"Be good. The voices say:\n    Call her Nausicaa, and take a timber\n    That you shall find lies in the cellar charred\n    Among the raspberries, and hew and shape it\n    For a door-sill or other corner piece\n    In a new cottage on the ancient spot.\n    The life is not yet all gone out of it.\n    And come and make your summer dwelling here,\n    And perhaps she will come, still unafraid,\n    And sit before you in the open door\n    With flowers in her lap until they fade,\n    But not come in across the sacred sill——\"\n    \"I wonder where your oracle is tending.\n    You can see that there's something wrong with it,\n    Or it would speak in dialect. Whose voice\n    Does it purport to speak in? Not old Grandsir's\n    Nor Granny's, surely. Call up one of them.\n    They have best right to be heard in this place.\"\n    \"You seem so partial to our great-grandmother\n    (Nine times removed. Correct me if I err.)\n    You will be likely to regard as sacred\n    Anything she may say. But let me warn you,\n    Folks in her day were given to plain speaking.\n    You think you'd best tempt her at such a time?\"\n    \"It rests with us always to cut her off.\"\n    \"Well then, it's Granny speaking: 'I dunnow!\n    Mebbe I'm wrong to take it as I do.\n    There ain't no names quite like the old ones though,\n    Nor never will be to my way of thinking.\n    One mustn't bear too hard on the new comers,\n    But there's a dite too many of them for comfort.\n    I should feel easier if I could see\n    More of the salt wherewith they're to be salted.\n    Son, you do as you're told! You take the timber—\n    It's as sound as the day when it was cut—\n    And begin over——' There, she'd better stop.\n    You can see what is troubling Granny, though.\n    But don't you think we sometimes make too much\n    Of the old stock? What counts is the ideals,\n    And those will bear some keeping still about.\"\n    \"I can see we are going to be good friends.\"\n    \"I like your 'going to be.' You said just now\n    It's going to rain.\"\n    \"I know, and it was raining.\n    I let you say all that. But I must go now.\"\n    \"You let me say it? on consideration?\n    How shall we say good-bye in such a case?\"\n    \"How shall we?\"\n    \"Will you leave the way to me?\"\n    \"No, I don't trust your eyes. You've said enough.\n    Now give me your hand up.—Pick me that flower.\"\n    \"Where shall we meet again?\"\n    \"Nowhere but here\n    Once more before we meet elsewhere.\"\n    \"In rain?\"\n    \"It ought to be in rain. Sometime in rain.\n    In rain to-morrow, shall we, if it rains?\n    But if we must, in sunshine.\" So she went.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3026/pg3026-images.html#link2H_4_0012","sourceId":"frost-north","sourceEdition":"North of Boston (1914), Project Gutenberg 3026","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0012","sourceNote":"Original English text including the introductory poem The Pasture. Dialogue and source line breaks retained.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"558d100bbb269493ee60165ca52009f1c118819ab8134bde82e51c7fc449ec20","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-north-link2H_4_0013","title":"The Housekeeper","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I LET myself in at the kitchen door.\n    \"It's you,\" she said. \"I can't get up. Forgive me\n    Not answering your knock. I can no more\n    Let people in than I can keep them out.\n    I'm getting too old for my size, I tell them.\n    My fingers are about all I've the use of\n    So's to take any comfort. I can sew:\n    I help out with this beadwork what I can.\"\n    \"That's a smart pair of pumps you're beading there.\n    Who are they for?\"\n    \"You mean?—oh, for some miss.\n    I can't keep track of other people's daughters.\n    Lord, if I were to dream of everyone\n    Whose shoes I primped to dance in!\"\n    \"And where's John?\"\n    \"Haven't you seen him? Strange what set you off\n    To come to his house when he's gone to yours.\n    You can't have passed each other. I know what:\n    He must have changed his mind and gone to Garlands.\n    He won't be long in that case. You can wait.\n    Though what good you can be, or anyone—\n    It's gone so far. You've heard? Estelle's run off.\"\n    \"Yes, what's it all about? When did she go?\"\n    \"Two weeks since.\"\n    \"She's in earnest, it appears.\"\n    \"I'm sure she won't come back. She's hiding somewhere.\n    I don't know where myself. John thinks I do.\n    He thinks I only have to say the word,\n    And she'll come back. But, bless you, I'm her mother—\n    I can't talk to her, and, Lord, if I could!\"\n    \"It will go hard with John. What will he do?\n    He can't find anyone to take her place.\"\n    \"Oh, if you ask me that, what will he do?\n    He gets some sort of bakeshop meals together,\n    With me to sit and tell him everything,\n    What's wanted and how much and where it is.\n    But when I'm gone—of course I can't stay here:\n    Estelle's to take me when she's settled down.\n    He and I only hinder one another.\n    I tell them they can't get me through the door, though:\n    I've been built in here like a big church organ.\n    We've been here fifteen years.\"\n    \"That's a long time\n    To live together and then pull apart.\n    How do you see him living when you're gone?\n    Two of you out will leave an empty house.\"\n    \"I don't just see him living many years,\n    Left here with nothing but the furniture.\n    I hate to think of the old place when we're gone,\n    With the brook going by below the yard,\n    And no one here but hens blowing about.\n    If he could sell the place, but then, he can't:\n    No one will ever live on it again.\n    It's too run down. This is the last of it.\n    What I think he will do, is let things smash.\n    He'll sort of swear the time away. He's awful!\n    I never saw a man let family troubles\n    Make so much difference in his man's affairs.\n    He's just dropped everything. He's like a child.\n    I blame his being brought up by his mother.\n    He's got hay down that's been rained on three times.\n    He hoed a little yesterday for me:\n    I thought the growing things would do him good.\n    Something went wrong. I saw him throw the hoe\n    Sky-high with both hands. I can see it now—\n    Come here—I'll show you—in that apple tree.\n    That's no way for a man to do at his age:\n    He's fifty-five, you know, if he's a day.\"\n    \"Aren't you afraid of him? What's that gun for?\"\n    \"Oh, that's been there for hawks since chicken-time.\n    John Hall touch me! Not if he knows his friends.\n    I'll say that for him, John's no threatener\n    Like some men folk. No one's afraid of him;\n    All is, he's made up his mind not to stand\n    What he has got to stand.\"\n    \"Where is Estelle?\n    Couldn't one talk to her? What does she say?\n    You say you don't know where she is.\"\n    \"Nor want to!\n    She thinks if it was bad to live with him,\n    It must be right to leave him.\"\n    \"Which is wrong!\"\n    \"Yes, but he should have married her.\"\n    \"I know.\"\n    \"The strain's been too much for her all these years:\n    I can't explain it any other way.\n    It's different with a man, at least with John:\n    He knows he's kinder than the run of men.\n    Better than married ought to be as good\n    As married—that's what he has always said.\n    I know the way he's felt—but all the same!\"\n    \"I wonder why he doesn't marry her\n    And end it.\"\n    \"Too late now: she wouldn't have him.\n    He's given her time to think of something else.\n    That's his mistake. The dear knows my interest\n    Has been to keep the thing from breaking up.\n    This is a good home: I don't ask for better.\n    But when I've said, 'Why shouldn't they be married,'\n    He'd say, 'Why should they?' no more words than that.\"\n    \"And after all why should they? John's been fair\n    I take it. What was his was always hers.\n    There was no quarrel about property.\"\n    \"Reason enough, there was no property.\n    A friend or two as good as own the farm,\n    Such as it is. It isn't worth the mortgage.\"\n    \"I mean Estelle has always held the purse.\"\n    \"The rights of that are harder to get at.\n    I guess Estelle and I have filled the purse.\n    'Twas we let him have money, not he us.\n    John's a bad farmer. I'm not blaming him.\n    Take it year in, year out, he doesn't make much.\n    We came here for a home for me, you know,\n    Estelle to do the housework for the board\n    Of both of us. But look how it turns out:\n    She seems to have the housework, and besides,\n    Half of the outdoor work, though as for that,\n    He'd say she does it more because she likes it.\n    You see our pretty things are all outdoors.\n    Our hens and cows and pigs are always better\n    Than folks like us have any business with.\n    Farmers around twice as well off as we\n    Haven't as good. They don't go with the farm.\n    One thing you can't help liking about John,\n    He's fond of nice things—too fond, some would say.\n    But Estelle don't complain: she's like him there.\n    She wants our hens to be the best there are.\n    You never saw this room before a show,\n    Full of lank, shivery, half-drowned birds\n    In separate coops, having their plumage done.\n    The smell of the wet feathers in the heat!\n    You spoke of John's not being safe to stay with.\n    You don't know what a gentle lot we are:\n    We wouldn't hurt a hen! You ought to see us\n    Moving a flock of hens from place to place.\n    We're not allowed to take them upside down,\n    All we can hold together by the legs.\n    Two at a time's the rule, one on each arm,\n    No matter how far and how many times\n    We have to go.\"\n    \"You mean that's John's idea.\"\n    \"And we live up to it; or I don't know\n    What childishness he wouldn't give way to.\n    He manages to keep the upper hand\n    On his own farm. He's boss. But as to hens:\n    We fence our flowers in and the hens range.\n    Nothing's too good for them. We say it pays.\n    John likes to tell the offers he has had,\n    Twenty for this cock, twenty-five for that.\n    He never takes the money. If they're worth\n    That much to sell, they're worth as much to keep.\n    Bless you, it's all expense, though. Reach me down\n    The little tin box on the cupboard shelf,\n    The upper shelf, the tin box. That's the one.\n    I'll show you. Here you are.\"\n    \"What's this?\"\n    \"A bill—\n    For fifty dollars for one Langshang cock—\n    Receipted. And the cock is in the yard.\"\n    \"Not in a glass case, then?\"\n    \"He'd need a tall one:\n    He can eat off a barrel from the ground.\n    He's been in a glass case, as you may say,\n    The Crystal Palace, London. He's imported.\n    John bought him, and we paid the bill with beads—\n    Wampum, I call it. Mind, we don't complain.\n    But you see, don't you, we take care of him.\"\n    \"And like it, too. It makes it all the worse.\"\n    \"It seems as if. And that's not all: he's helpless\n    In ways that I can hardly tell you of.\n    Sometimes he gets possessed to keep accounts\n    To see where all the money goes so fast.\n    You know how men will be ridiculous.\n    But it's just fun the way he gets bedeviled—\n    If he's untidy now, what will he be——?\n    \"It makes it all the worse. You must be blind.\"\n    \"Estelle's the one. You needn't talk to me.\"\n    \"Can't you and I get to the root of it?\n    What's the real trouble? What will satisfy her?\"\n    \"It's as I say: she's turned from him, that's all.\"\n    \"But why, when she's well off? Is it the neighbours,\n    Being cut off from friends?\"\n    \"We have our friends.\n    That isn't it. Folks aren't afraid of us.\"\n    \"She's let it worry her. You stood the strain,\n    And you're her mother.\"\n    \"But I didn't always.\n    I didn't relish it along at first.\n    But I got wonted to it. And besides—\n    John said I was too old to have grandchildren.\n    But what's the use of talking when it's done?\n    She won't come back—it's worse than that—she can't.\"\n    \"Why do you speak like that? What do you know?\n    What do you mean?—she's done harm to herself?\"\n    \"I mean she's married—married someone else.\"\n    \"Oho, oho!\"\n    \"You don't believe me.\"\n    \"Yes, I do,\n    Only too well. I knew there must be something!\n    So that was what was back. She's bad, that's all!\"\n    \"Bad to get married when she had the chance?\"\n    \"Nonsense! See what's she done! But who, who——\"\n    \"Who'd marry her straight out of such a mess?\n    Say it right out—no matter for her mother.\n    The man was found. I'd better name no names.\n    John himself won't imagine who he is.\"\n    \"Then it's all up. I think I'll get away.\n    You'll be expecting John. I pity Estelle;\n    I suppose she deserves some pity, too.\n    You ought to have the kitchen to yourself\n    To break it to him. You may have the job.\"\n    \"You needn't think you're going to get away.\n    John's almost here. I've had my eye on someone\n    Coming down Ryan's Hill. I thought 'twas him.\n    Here he is now. This box! Put it away.\n    And this bill.\"\n    \"What's the hurry? He'll unhitch.\"\n    \"No, he won't, either. He'll just drop the reins\n    And turn Doll out to pasture, rig and all.\n    She won't get far before the wheels hang up\n    On something—there's no harm. See, there he is!\n    My, but he looks as if he must have heard!\"\n    John threw the door wide but he didn't enter.\n    \"How are you, neighbour? Just the man I'm after.\n    Isn't it Hell,\" he said. \"I want to know.\n    Come out here if you want to hear me talk.\n    I'll talk to you, old woman, afterward.\n    I've got some news that maybe isn't news.\n    What are they trying to do to me, these two?\"\n    \"Do go along with him and stop his shouting.\"\n    She raised her voice against the closing door:\n    \"Who wants to hear your news, you—dreadful fool?\"","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3026/pg3026-images.html#link2H_4_0013","sourceId":"frost-north","sourceEdition":"North of Boston (1914), Project Gutenberg 3026","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0013","sourceNote":"Original English text including the introductory poem The Pasture. Dialogue and source line breaks retained.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"23fb4a5b10928efccef359ba0b126438a2b6993add26860302443b3be42b254b","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-north-link2H_4_0014","title":"The Fear","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A LANTERN light from deeper in the barn\n    Shone on a man and woman in the door\n    And threw their lurching shadows on a house\n    Near by, all dark in every glossy window.\n    A horse's hoof pawed once the hollow floor,\n    And the back of the gig they stood beside\n    Moved in a little. The man grasped a wheel,\n    The woman spoke out sharply, \"Whoa, stand still!\"\n    \"I saw it just as plain as a white plate,\"\n    She said, \"as the light on the dashboard ran\n    Along the bushes at the roadside—a man's face.\n    You must have seen it too.\"\n    \"I didn't see it.\n    Are you sure——\"\n    \"Yes, I'm sure!\"\n    \"—it was a face?\"\n    \"Joel, I'll have to look. I can't go in,\n    I can't, and leave a thing like that unsettled.\n    Doors locked and curtains drawn will make no difference.\n    I always have felt strange when we came home\n    To the dark house after so long an absence,\n    And the key rattled loudly into place\n    Seemed to warn someone to be getting out\n    At one door as we entered at another.\n    What if I'm right, and someone all the time—\n    Don't hold my arm!\"\n    \"I say it's someone passing.\"\n    \"You speak as if this were a travelled road.\n    You forget where we are. What is beyond\n    That he'd be going to or coming from\n    At such an hour of night, and on foot too.\n    What was he standing still for in the bushes?\"\n    \"It's not so very late—it's only dark.\n    There's more in it than you're inclined to say.\n    Did he look like——?\"\n    \"He looked like anyone.\n    I'll never rest to-night unless I know.\n    Give me the lantern.\"\n    \"You don't want the lantern.\"\n    She pushed past him and got it for herself.\n    \"You're not to come,\" she said. \"This is my business.\n    If the time's come to face it, I'm the one\n    To put it the right way. He'd never dare—\n    Listen! He kicked a stone. Hear that, hear that!\n    He's coming towards us. Joel, go in—please.\n    Hark!—I don't hear him now. But please go in.\"\n    \"In the first place you can't make me believe it's——\"\n    \"It is—or someone else he's sent to watch.\n    And now's the time to have it out with him\n    While we know definitely where he is.\n    Let him get off and he'll be everywhere\n    Around us, looking out of trees and bushes\n    Till I sha'n't dare to set a foot outdoors.\n    And I can't stand it. Joel, let me go!\"\n    \"But it's nonsense to think he'd care enough.\"\n    \"You mean you couldn't understand his caring.\n    Oh, but you see he hadn't had enough—\n    Joel, I won't—I won't—I promise you.\n    We mustn't say hard things. You mustn't either.\"\n    \"I'll be the one, if anybody goes!\n    But you give him the advantage with this light.\n    What couldn't he do to us standing here!\n    And if to see was what he wanted, why\n    He has seen all there was to see and gone.\"\n    He appeared to forget to keep his hold,\n    But advanced with her as she crossed the grass.\n    \"What do you want?\" she cried to all the dark.\n    She stretched up tall to overlook the light\n    That hung in both hands hot against her skirt.\n    \"There's no one; so you're wrong,\" he said.\n    \"There is.—\n    What do you want?\" she cried, and then herself\n    Was startled when an answer really came.\n    \"Nothing.\" It came from well along the road.\n    She reached a hand to Joel for support:\n    The smell of scorching woollen made her faint.\n    \"What are you doing round this house at night?\"\n    \"Nothing.\" A pause: there seemed no more to say.\n    And then the voice again: \"You seem afraid.\n    I saw by the way you whipped up the horse.\n    I'll just come forward in the lantern light\n    And let you see.\"\n    \"Yes, do.—Joel, go back!\"\n    She stood her ground against the noisy steps\n    That came on, but her body rocked a little.\n    \"You see,\" the voice said.\n    \"Oh.\" She looked and looked.\n    \"You don't see—I've a child here by the hand.\"\n    \"What's a child doing at this time of night——?\"\n    \"Out walking. Every child should have the memory\n    Of at least one long-after-bedtime walk.\n    What, son?\"\n    \"Then I should think you'd try to find\n    Somewhere to walk——\"\n    \"The highway as it happens—\n    We're stopping for the fortnight down at Dean's.\"\n    \"But if that's all—Joel—you realize—\n    You won't think anything. You understand?\n    You understand that we have to be careful.\n    This is a very, very lonely place.\n    Joel!\" She spoke as if she couldn't turn.\n    The swinging lantern lengthened to the ground,\n    It touched, it struck it, clattered and went out.","themes":["nature","time","loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3026/pg3026-images.html#link2H_4_0014","sourceId":"frost-north","sourceEdition":"North of Boston (1914), Project Gutenberg 3026","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0014","sourceNote":"Original English text including the introductory poem The Pasture. Dialogue and source line breaks retained.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"fa8a6585befc4f4225b21b18319723ecd310cc3a2196071e426bc032e4c01f32","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-north-link2H_4_0015","title":"The Self-seeker","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"\"WILLIS, I didn't want you here to-day:\n    The lawyer's coming for the company.\n    I'm going to sell my soul, or, rather, feet.\n    Five hundred dollars for the pair, you know.\"\n    \"With you the feet have nearly been the soul;\n    And if you're going to sell them to the devil,\n    I want to see you do it. When's he coming?\"\n    \"I half suspect you knew, and came on purpose\n    To try to help me drive a better bargain.\"\n    \"Well, if it's true! Yours are no common feet.\n    The lawyer don't know what it is he's buying:\n    So many miles you might have walked you won't walk.\n    You haven't run your forty orchids down.\n    What does he think?—How are the blessed feet?\n    The doctor's sure you're going to walk again?\"\n    \"He thinks I'll hobble. It's both legs and feet.\"\n    \"They must be terrible—I mean to look at.\"\n    \"I haven't dared to look at them uncovered.\n    Through the bed blankets I remind myself\n    Of a starfish laid out with rigid points.\"\n    \"The wonder is it hadn't been your head.\"\n    \"It's hard to tell you how I managed it.\n    When I saw the shaft had me by the coat,\n    I didn't try too long to pull away,\n    Or fumble for my knife to cut away,\n    I just embraced the shaft and rode it out—\n    Till Weiss shut off the water in the wheel-pit.\n    That's how I think I didn't lose my head.\n    But my legs got their knocks against the ceiling.\"\n    \"Awful. Why didn't they throw off the belt\n    Instead of going clear down in the wheel-pit?\"\n    \"They say some time was wasted on the belt—\n    Old streak of leather—doesn't love me much\n    Because I make him spit fire at my knuckles,\n    The way Ben Franklin used to make the kite-string.\n    That must be it. Some days he won't stay on.\n    That day a woman couldn't coax him off.\n    He's on his rounds now with his tail in his mouth\n    Snatched right and left across the silver pulleys.\n    Everything goes the same without me there.\n    You can hear the small buzz saws whine, the big saw\n    Caterwaul to the hills around the village\n    As they both bite the wood. It's all our music.\n    One ought as a good villager to like it.\n    No doubt it has a sort of prosperous sound,\n    And it's our life.\"\n    \"Yes, when it's not our death.\"\n    \"You make that sound as if it wasn't so\n    With everything. What we live by we die by.\n    I wonder where my lawyer is. His train's in.\n    I want this over with; I'm hot and tired.\"\n    \"You're getting ready to do something foolish.\"\n    \"Watch for him, will you, Will? You let him in.\n    I'd rather Mrs. Corbin didn't know;\n    I've boarded here so long, she thinks she owns me.\n    You're bad enough to manage without her.\"\n    \"And I'm going to be worse instead of better.\n    You've got to tell me how far this is gone:\n    Have you agreed to any price?\"\n    \"Five hundred.\n    Five hundred—five—five! One, two, three, four, five.\n    You needn't look at me.\"\n    \"I don't believe you.\"\n    \"I told you, Willis, when you first came in.\n    Don't you be hard on me. I have to take\n    What I can get. You see they have the feet,\n    Which gives them the advantage in the trade.\n    I can't get back the feet in any case.\"\n    \"But your flowers, man, you're selling out your flowers.\"\n    \"Yes, that's one way to put it—all the flowers\n    Of every kind everywhere in this region\n    For the next forty summers—call it forty.\n    But I'm not selling those, I'm giving them,\n    They never earned me so much as one cent:\n    Money can't pay me for the loss of them.\n    No, the five hundred was the sum they named\n    To pay the doctor's bill and tide me over.\n    It's that or fight, and I don't want to fight—\n    I just want to get settled in my life,\n    Such as it's going to be, and know the worst,\n    Or best—it may not be so bad. The firm\n    Promise me all the shooks I want to nail.\"\n    \"But what about your flora of the valley?\"\n    \"You have me there. But that—you didn't think\n    That was worth money to me? Still I own\n    It goes against me not to finish it\n    For the friends it might bring me. By the way,\n    I had a letter from Burroughs—did I tell you?—\n    About my Cyprepedium reginæ;\n    He says it's not reported so far north.\n    There! there's the bell. He's rung. But you go down\n    And bring him up, and don't let Mrs. Corbin.—\n    Oh, well, we'll soon be through with it. I'm tired.\"\n    Willis brought up besides the Boston lawyer\n    A little barefoot girl who in the noise\n    Of heavy footsteps in the old frame house,\n    And baritone importance of the lawyer,\n    Stood for a while unnoticed with her hands\n    Shyly behind her.\n    \"Well, and how is Mister——\"\n    The lawyer was already in his satchel\n    As if for papers that might bear the name\n    He hadn't at command. \"You must excuse me,\n    I dropped in at the mill and was detained.\"\n    \"Looking round, I suppose,\" said Willis.\n    \"Yes,\n    Well, yes.\"\n    \"Hear anything that might prove useful?\"\n    The Broken One saw Anne. \"Why, here is Anne.\n    What do you want, dear? Come, stand by the bed;\n    Tell me what is it?\" Anne just wagged her dress\n    With both hands held behind her. \"Guess,\" she said.\n    \"Oh, guess which hand? My my! Once on a time\n    I knew a lovely way to tell for certain\n    By looking in the ears. But I forget it.\n    Er, let me see. I think I'll take the right.\n    That's sure to be right even if it's wrong.\n    Come, hold it out. Don't change.—A Ram's Horn orchid!\n    A Ram's Horn! What would I have got, I wonder,\n    If I had chosen left. Hold out the left.\n    Another Ram's Horn! Where did you find those,\n    Under what beech tree, on what woodchuck's knoll?\"\n    Anne looked at the large lawyer at her side,\n    And thought she wouldn't venture on so much.\n    \"Were there no others?\"\n    \"There were four or five.\n    I knew you wouldn't let me pick them all.\"\n    \"I wouldn't—so I wouldn't. You're the girl!\n    You see Anne has her lesson learned by heart.\"\n    \"I wanted there should be some there next year.\"\n    \"Of course you did. You left the rest for seed,\n    And for the backwoods woodchuck. You're the girl!\n    A Ram's Horn orchid seedpod for a woodchuck\n    Sounds something like. Better than farmer's beans\n    To a discriminating appetite,\n    Though the Ram's Horn is seldom to be had\n    In bushel lots—doesn't come on the market.\n    But, Anne, I'm troubled; have you told me all?\n    You're hiding something. That's as bad as lying.\n    You ask this lawyer man. And it's not safe\n    With a lawyer at hand to find you out.\n    Nothing is hidden from some people, Anne.\n    You don't tell me that where you found a Ram's Horn\n    You didn't find a Yellow Lady's Slipper.\n    What did I tell you? What? I'd blush, I would.\n    Don't you defend yourself. If it was there,\n    Where is it now, the Yellow Lady's Slipper?\"\n    \"Well, wait—it's common—it's too common.\"\n    \"Common?\n    The Purple Lady's Slipper's commoner.\"\n    \"I didn't bring a Purple Lady's Slipper\n    To You—to you I mean—they're both too common.\"\n    The lawyer gave a laugh among his papers\n    As if with some idea that she had scored.\n    \"I've broken Anne of gathering bouquets.\n    It's not fair to the child. It can't be helped though:\n    Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.\n    Somehow I'll make it right with her—she'll see.\n    She's going to do my scouting in the field,\n    Over stone walls and all along a wood\n    And by a river bank for water flowers,\n    The floating Heart, with small leaf like a heart,\n    And at the sinus under water a fist\n    Of little fingers all kept down but one,\n    And that thrust up to blossom in the sun\n    As if to say, 'You! You're the Heart's desire.'\n    Anne has a way with flowers to take the place\n    Of that she's lost: she goes down on one knee\n    And lifts their faces by the chin to hers\n    And says their names, and leaves them where they are.\"\n    The lawyer wore a watch the case of which\n    Was cunningly devised to make a noise\n    Like a small pistol when he snapped it shut\n    At such a time as this. He snapped it now.\n    \"Well, Anne, go, dearie. Our affair will wait.\n    The lawyer man is thinking of his train.\n    He wants to give me lots and lots of money\n    Before he goes, because I hurt myself,\n    And it may take him I don't know how long.\n    But put our flowers in water first. Will, help her:\n    The pitcher's too full for her. There's no cup?\n    Just hook them on the inside of the pitcher.\n    Now run.—Get out your documents! You see\n    I have to keep on the good side of Anne.\n    I'm a great boy to think of number one.\n    And you can't blame me in the place I'm in.\n    Who will take care of my necessities\n    Unless I do?\"\n    \"A pretty interlude,\"\n    The lawyer said. \"I'm sorry, but my train—\n    Luckily terms are all agreed upon.\n    You only have to sign your name. Right—there.\"\n    \"You, Will, stop making faces. Come round here\n    Where you can't make them. What is it you want?\n    I'll put you out with Anne. Be good or go.\"\n    \"You don't mean you will sign that thing unread?\"\n    \"Make yourself useful then, and read it for me.\n    Isn't it something I have seen before?\"\n    \"You'll find it is. Let your friend look at it.\"\n    \"Yes, but all that takes time, and I'm as much\n    In haste to get it over with as you.\n    But read it, read it. That's right, draw the curtain:\n    Half the time I don't know what's troubling me.—\n    What do you say, Will? Don't you be a fool,\n    You! crumpling folkses legal documents.\n    Out with it if you've any real objection.\"\n    \"Five hundred dollars!\"\n    \"What would you think right?\"\n    \"A thousand wouldn't be a cent too much;\n    You know it, Mr. Lawyer. The sin is\n    Accepting anything before he knows\n    Whether he's ever going to walk again.\n    It smells to me like a dishonest trick.\"\n    \"I think—I think—from what I heard to-day—\n    And saw myself—he would be ill-advised——\"\n    \"What did you hear, for instance?\" Willis said.\n    \"Now the place where the accident occurred——\"\n    The Broken One was twisted in his bed.\n    \"This is between you two apparently.\n    Where I come in is what I want to know.\n    You stand up to it like a pair of cocks.\n    Go outdoors if you want to fight. Spare me.\n    When you come back, I'll have the papers signed.\n    Will pencil do? Then, please, your fountain pen.\n    One of you hold my head up from the pillow.\"\n    Willis flung off the bed. \"I wash my hands—\n    I'm no match—no, and don't pretend to be——\"\n    The lawyer gravely capped his fountain pen.\n    \"You're doing the wise thing: you won't regret it.\n    We're very sorry for you.\"\n    Willis sneered:\n    \"Who's we?—some stockholders in Boston?\n    I'll go outdoors, by gad, and won't come back.\"\n    \"Willis, bring Anne back with you when you come.\n    Yes. Thanks for caring. Don't mind Will: he's savage.\n    He thinks you ought to pay me for my flowers.\n    You don't know what I mean about the flowers.\n    Don't stop to try to now. You'll miss your train.\n    Good-bye.\" He flung his arms around his face.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3026/pg3026-images.html#link2H_4_0015","sourceId":"frost-north","sourceEdition":"North of Boston (1914), Project Gutenberg 3026","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0015","sourceNote":"Original English text including the introductory poem The Pasture. Dialogue and source line breaks retained.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"745bd5f438164c0f6eb7a711f21601df68bd382e89dfd323f2fbeda93f1518db","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-north-link2H_4_0016","title":"The Wood-pile","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"OUT walking in the frozen swamp one grey day\n    I paused and said, \"I will turn back from here.\n    No, I will go on farther—and we shall see.\"\n    The hard snow held me, save where now and then\n    One foot went down. The view was all in lines\n    Straight up and down of tall slim trees\n    Too much alike to mark or name a place by\n    So as to say for certain I was here\n    Or somewhere else: I was just far from home.\n    A small bird flew before me. He was careful\n    To put a tree between us when he lighted,\n    And say no word to tell me who he was\n    Who was so foolish as to think what he thought.\n    He thought that I was after him for a feather—\n    The white one in his tail; like one who takes\n    Everything said as personal to himself.\n    One flight out sideways would have undeceived him.\n    And then there was a pile of wood for which\n    I forgot him and let his little fear\n    Carry him off the way I might have gone,\n    Without so much as wishing him good-night.\n    He went behind it to make his last stand.\n    It was a cord of maple, cut and split\n    And piled—and measured, four by four by eight.\n    And not another like it could I see.\n    No runner tracks in this year's snow looped near it.\n    And it was older sure than this year's cutting,\n    Or even last year's or the year's before.\n    The wood was grey and the bark warping off it\n    And the pile somewhat sunken. Clematis\n    Had wound strings round and round it like a bundle.\n    What held it though on one side was a tree\n    Still growing, and on one a stake and prop,\n    These latter about to fall. I thought that only\n    Someone who lived in turning to fresh tasks\n    Could so forget his handiwork on which\n    He spent himself, the labour of his axe,\n    And leave it there far from a useful fireplace\n    To warm the frozen swamp as best it could\n    With the slow smokeless burning of decay.","themes":["nature","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3026/pg3026-images.html#link2H_4_0016","sourceId":"frost-north","sourceEdition":"North of Boston (1914), Project Gutenberg 3026","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0016","sourceNote":"Original English text including the introductory poem The Pasture. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-north-link2H_4_0017","title":"Good Hours","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I HAD for my winter evening walk—\n    No one at all with whom to talk,\n    But I had the cottages in a row\n    Up to their shining eyes in snow.\n    And I thought I had the folk within:\n    I had the sound of a violin;\n    I had a glimpse through curtain laces\n    Of youthful forms and youthful faces.\n    I had such company outward bound.\n    I went till there were no cottages found.\n    I turned and repented, but coming back\n    I saw no window but that was black.\n    Over the snow my creaking feet\n    Disturbed the slumbering village street\n    Like profanation, by your leave,\n    At ten o'clock of a winter eve.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3026/pg3026-images.html#link2H_4_0017","sourceId":"frost-north","sourceEdition":"North of Boston (1914), Project Gutenberg 3026","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0017","sourceNote":"Original English text including the introductory poem The Pasture. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-mountain-the-road-not-taken","title":"The Road Not Taken","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,\nAnd sorry I could not travel both\nAnd be one traveler, long I stood\nAnd looked down one as far as I could\nTo where it bent in the undergrowth;\n\nThen took the other, as just as fair,\nAnd having perhaps the better claim,\nBecause it was grassy and wanted wear;\nThough as for that the passing there\nHad worn them really about the same,\n\nAnd both that morning equally lay\nIn leaves no step had trodden black.\nOh, I kept the first for another day!\nYet knowing how way leads on to way,\nI doubted if I should ever come back.\n\nI shall be telling this with a sigh\nSomewhere ages and ages hence:\nTwo roads diverged in a wood, and I––\nI took the one less traveled by,\nAnd that has made all the difference.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#THE_ROAD_NOT_TAKEN","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"the-road-not-taken","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-mountain-christmas-trees-a-christmas-circular-letter","title":"Christmas Trees","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The city had withdrawn into itself\nAnd left at last the country to the country;\nWhen between whirls of snow not come to lie\nAnd whirls of foliage not yet laid, there drove\nA stranger to our yard, who looked the city,\nYet did in country fashion in that there\nHe sat and waited till he drew us out\nA-buttoning coats to ask him who he was.\nHe proved to be the city come again\nTo look for something it had left behind\nAnd could not do without and keep its Christmas.\nHe asked if I would sell my Christmas trees;\nMy woods––the young fir balsams like a place\nWhere houses all are churches and have spires.\nI hadn’t thought of them as Christmas Trees.\nI doubt if I was tempted for a moment\nTo sell them off their feet to go in cars\nAnd leave the slope behind the house all bare,\nWhere the sun shines now no warmer than the moon.\nI’d hate to have them know it if I was.\nYet more I’d hate to hold my trees except\nAs others hold theirs or refuse for them,\nBeyond the time of profitable growth,\nThe trial by market everything must come to.\nI dallied so much with the thought of selling.\nThen whether from mistaken courtesy\nAnd fear of seeming short of speech, or whether\nFrom hope of hearing good of what was mine,\nI said, “There aren’t enough to be worth while.”\n“I could soon tell how many they would cut,\nYou let me look them over.”\n\n“You could look.\nBut don’t expect I’m going to let you have them.”\nPasture they spring in, some in clumps too close\nThat lop each other of boughs, but not a few\nQuite solitary and having equal boughs\nAll round and round. The latter he nodded “Yes” to,\nOr paused to say beneath some lovelier one,\nWith a buyer’s moderation, “That would do.”\nI thought so too, but wasn’t there to say so.\nWe climbed the pasture on the south, crossed over,\nAnd came down on the north.\n\nHe said, “A thousand.”\n\n“A thousand Christmas trees!––at what apiece?”\n\nHe felt some need of softening that to me:\n“A thousand trees would come to thirty dollars.”\n\nThen I was certain I had never meant\nTo let him have them. Never show surprise!\nBut thirty dollars seemed so small beside\nThe extent of pasture I should strip, three cents\n(For that was all they figured out apiece),\nThree cents so small beside the dollar friends\nI should be writing to within the hour\nWould pay in cities for good trees like those,\nRegular vestry-trees whole Sunday Schools\nCould hang enough on to pick off enough.\nA thousand Christmas trees I didn’t know I had!\nWorth three cents more to give away than sell,\nAs may be shown by a simple calculation.\nToo bad I couldn’t lay one in a letter.\nI can’t help wishing I could send you one,\nIn wishing you herewith a Merry Christmas.","themes":["nature","hope","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#CHRISTMAS_TREES_A_CHRISTMAS_CIRCULAR_LETTER","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"christmas-trees-a-christmas-circular-letter","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-mountain-an-old-mans-winter-night","title":"An Old Man’S Winter Night","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"All out of doors looked darkly in at him\nThrough the thin frost, almost in separate stars,\nThat gathers on the pane in empty rooms.\nWhat kept his eyes from giving back the gaze\nWas the lamp tilted near them in his hand.\nWhat kept him from remembering what it was\nThat brought him to that creaking room was age.\nHe stood with barrels round him––at a loss.\nAnd having scared the cellar under him\nIn clomping there, he scared it once again\nIn clomping off;––and scared the outer night,\nWhich has its sounds, familiar, like the roar\nOf trees and crack of branches, common things,\nBut nothing so like beating on a box.\nA light he was to no one but himself\nWhere now he sat, concerned with he knew what,\nA quiet light, and then not even that.\nHe consigned to the moon, such as she was,\nSo late-arising, to the broken moon\nAs better than the sun in any case\nFor such a charge, his snow upon the roof,\nHis icicles along the wall to keep;\nAnd slept. The log that shifted with a jolt\nOnce in the stove, disturbed him and he shifted,\nAnd eased his heavy breathing, but still slept.\nOne aged man––one man––can’t fill a house,\nA farm, a countryside, or if he can,\nIt’s thus he does it of a winter night.","themes":["nature","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#AN_OLD_MANS_WINTER_NIGHT","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"an-old-mans-winter-night","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-mountain-a-patch-of-old-snow","title":"A Patch Of Old Snow","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"There’s a patch of old snow in a corner\nThat I should have guessed\nWas a blow-away paper the rain\nHad brought to rest.\n\nIt is speckled with grime as if\nSmall print overspread it,\nThe news of a day I’ve forgotten––\nIf I ever read it.","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#A_PATCH_OF_OLD_SNOW","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"a-patch-of-old-snow","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-mountain-in-the-home-stretch","title":"In The Home Stretch","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"She stood against the kitchen sink, and looked\nOver the sink out through a dusty window\nAt weeds the water from the sink made tall.\nShe wore her cape; her hat was in her hand.\nBehind her was confusion in the room,\nOf chairs turned upside down to sit like people\nIn other chairs, and something, come to look,\nFor every room a house has––parlor, bed-room,\nAnd dining-room––thrown pell-mell in the kitchen.\nAnd now and then a smudged, infernal face\nLooked in a door behind her and addressed\nHer back. She always answered without turning.\n\n“Where will I put this walnut bureau, lady?”\n“Put it on top of something that’s on top\nOf something else,” she laughed. “Oh, put it where\nYou can to-night, and go. It’s almost dark;\nYou must be getting started back to town.”\nAnother blackened face thrust in and looked\nAnd smiled, and when she did not turn, spoke gently,\n“What are you seeing out the window, lady ?”\n\n“Never was I beladied so before.\nWould evidence of having been called lady\nMore than so many times make me a lady\nIn common law, I wonder.”\n\n“But I ask,\nWhat are you seeing out the window, lady?”\n\n“What I’ll be seeing more of in the years\nTo come as here I stand and go the round\nOf many plates with towels many times.”\n\n“And what is that? You only put me off.”\n\n“Rank weeds that love the water from the dish-pan\nMore than some women like the dish-pan, Joe;\nA little stretch of mowing-field for you;\nNot much of that until I come to woods\nThat end all. And it’s scarce enough to call\nA view.”\n\n“And yet you think you like it, dear?”\n\n“That’s what you’re so concerned to know! You hope\nI like it. Bang goes something big away\nOff there upstairs. The very tread of men\nAs great as those is shattering to the frame\nOf such a little house. Once left alone,\nYou and I, dear, will go with softer steps\nUp and down stairs and through the rooms, and none\nBut sudden winds that snatch them from our hands\nWill ever slam the doors.”\n\n“I think you see\nMore than you like to own to out that window.”\n\n“No; for besides the things I tell you of,\nI only see the years. They come and go\nIn alternation with the weeds, the field,\nThe wood.”\n\n“What kind of years?”\n“Why, latter years––\nDifferent from early years.”\n“I see them, too.\nYou didn’t count them?”\n“No, the further off\nSo ran together that I didn’t try to.\nIt can scarce be that they would be in number\nWe’d care to know, for we are not young now.\nAnd bang goes something else away off there.\nIt sounds as if it were the men went down,\nAnd every crash meant one less to return\nTo lighted city streets we, too, have known,\nBut now are giving up for country darkness.”\n\n“Come from that window where you see too much for me,\nAnd take a livelier view of things from here.\nThey’re going. Watch this husky swarming up\nOver the wheel into the sky-high seat,\nLighting his pipe now, squinting down his nose\nAt the flame burning downward as he sucks it.”\n\n“See how it makes his nose-side bright, a proof\nHow dark it’s getting. Can you tell what time\nIt is by that? Or by the moon? The new moon!\nWhat shoulder did I see her over? Neither.\nA wire she is of silver, as new as we\nTo everything. Her light won’t last us long.\nIt’s something, though, to know we’re going to have her\nNight after night and stronger every night\nTo see us through our first two weeks. But, Joe,\nThe stove! Before they go! Knock on the window;\nAsk them to help you get it on its feet.\nWe stand here dreaming. Hurry! Call them back!”\n\n“They’re not gone yet.”\n\n“We’ve got to have the stove,\nWhatever else we want for. And a light.\nHave we a piece of candle if the lamp\nAnd oil are buried out of reach?”\nAgain\nThe house was full of tramping, and the dark,\nDoor-filling men burst in and seized the stove.\nA cannon-mouth-like hole was in the wall,\nTo which they set it true by eye; and then\nCame up the jointed stovepipe in their hands,\nSo much too light and airy for their strength\nIt almost seemed to come ballooning up,\nSlipping from clumsy clutches toward the ceiling.\n“A fit!” said one, and banged a stovepipe shoulder.\n“It’s good luck when you move in to begin\nWith good luck with your stovepipe. Never mind,\nIt’s not so bad in the country, settled down,\nWhen people’re getting on in life. You’ll like it.”\nJoe said: “You big boys ought to find a farm,\nAnd make good farmers, and leave other fellows\nThe city work to do. There’s not enough\nFor everybody as it is in there.”\n“God!” one said wildly, and, when no one spoke:\n“Say that to Jimmy here. He needs a farm.”\nBut Jimmy only made his jaw recede\nFool-like, and rolled his eyes as if to say\nHe saw himself a farmer. Then there was a French boy\nWho said with seriousness that made them laugh,\n“Ma friend, you ain’t know what it is you’re ask.”\nHe doffed his cap and held it with both hands\nAcross his chest to make as ’twere a bow:\n“We’re giving you our chances on de farm.”\nAnd then they all turned to with deafening boots\nAnd put each other bodily out of the house.\n“Goodby to them! We puzzle them. They think––\nI don’t know what they think we see in what\nThey leave us to: that pasture slope that seems\nThe back some farm presents us; and your woods\nTo northward from your window at the sink,\nWaiting to steal a step on us whenever\nWe drop our eyes or turn to other things,\nAs in the game ‘Ten-step’ the children play.”\n\n“Good boys they seemed, and let them love the city.\nAll they could say was ‘God!’ when you proposed\nTheir coming out and making useful farmers.”\n\n“Did they make something lonesome go through you?\nIt would take more than them to sicken you––\nUs of our bargain. But they left us so\nAs to our fate, like fools past reasoning with.\nThey almost shook me .”\n\n“It’s all so much\nWhat we have always wanted, I confess\nIt’s seeming bad for a moment makes it seem\nEven worse still, and so on down, down, down.\nIt’s nothing; it’s their leaving us at dusk.\nI never bore it well when people went.\nThe first night after guests have gone, the house\nSeems haunted or exposed. I always take\nA personal interest in the locking up\nAt bedtime; but the strangeness soon wears off.”\nHe fetched a dingy lantern from behind\nA door. “There’s that we didn’t lose! And these!”––\nSome matches he unpocketed. “For food––\nThe meals we’ve had no one can take from us.\nI wish that everything on earth were just\nAs certain as the meals we’ve had. I wish\nThe meals we haven’t had were, anyway.\nWhat have you you know where to lay your hands on?”\n\n“The bread we bought in passing at the store.\nThere’s butter somewhere, too.”\n\n“Let’s rend the bread.\nI’ll light the fire for company for you;\nYou’ll not have any other company\nTill Ed begins to get out on a Sunday\nTo look us over and give us his idea\nOf what wants pruning, shingling, breaking up.\nHe’ll know what he would do if he were we,\nAnd all at once. He’ll plan for us and plan\nTo help us, but he’ll take it out in planning.\nWell, you can set the table with the loaf.\nLet’s see you find your loaf. I’ll light the fire.\nI like chairs occupying other chairs\nNot offering a lady––”\n\n“There again, Joe!\nYou’re tired. ”\n\n“I’m drunk-nonsensical tired out;\nDon’t mind a word I say. It’s a day’s work\nTo empty one house of all household goods\nAnd fill another with ’em fifteen miles away,\nAlthough you do no more than dump them down.”\n\n“Dumped down in paradise we are and happy.”\n\n“It’s all so much what I have always wanted,\nI can’t believe it’s what you wanted, too.”\n\n“Shouldn’t you like to know?”\n\n“I’d like to know\nIf it is what you wanted, then how much\nYou wanted it for me.”\n\n“A troubled conscience!\nYou don’t want me to tell if I don’t know.”\n\n“I don’t want to find out what can’t be known.\n\nBut who first said the word to come?”\n\n“My dear,\nIt’s who first thought the thought. You’re searching, Joe,\nFor things that don’t exist; I mean beginnings.\nEnds and beginnings––there are no such things.\nThere are only middles.”\n\n“What is this?”\n“This life?\nOur sitting here by lantern-light together\nAmid the wreckage of a former home?\nYou won’t deny the lantern isn’t new.\nThe stove is not, and you are not to me,\nNor I to you.”\n\n“Perhaps you never were?”\n\n“It would take me forever to recite\nAll that’s not new in where we find ourselves.\nNew is a word for fools in towns who think\nStyle upon style in dress and thought at last\nMust get somewhere. I’ve heard you say as much.\nNo, this is no beginning.”\n\n“Then an end?”\n“End is a gloomy word.”\n\n“Is it too late\nTo drag you out for just a good-night call\nOn the old peach trees on the knoll to grope\nBy starlight in the grass for a last peach\nThe neighbors may not have taken as their right\nWhen the house wasn’t lived in? I’ve been looking:\nI doubt if they have left us many grapes.\nBefore we set ourselves to right the house,\nThe first thing in the morning, out we go\nTo go the round of apple, cherry, peach,\nPine, alder, pasture, mowing, well, and brook.\nAll of a farm it is.”\n\n“I know this much:\nI’m going to put you in your bed, if first\nI have to make you build it. Come, the light.”\n\nWhen there was no more lantern in the kitchen,\nThe fire got out through crannies in the stove\nAnd danced in yellow wrigglers on the ceiling,\nAs much at home as if they’d always danced there.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#IN_THE_HOME_STRETCH","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"in-the-home-stretch","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-mountain-the-telephone","title":"The Telephone","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"“When I was just as far as I could walk\nFrom here to-day,\nThere was an hour\nAll still\nWhen leaning with my head against a flower\nI heard you talk.\nDon’t say I didn’t, for I heard you say––\nYou spoke from that flower on the window sill––\nDo you remember what it was you said?”\n\n“First tell me what it was you thought you heard.”\n\n“Having found the flower and driven a bee away,\nI leaned my head,\nAnd holding by the stalk,\nI listened and I thought I caught the word––\nWhat was it? Did you call me by my name?\nOr did you say––\nSomeone said ‘Come’––I heard it as I bowed.”\n\n“I may have thought as much, but not aloud.”\n\n“Well, so I came.”","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#THE_TELEPHONE","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"the-telephone","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. 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But all\nWe did that day was mingle great and small\nFootprints in summer dust as if we drew\nThe figure of our being less than two\nBut more than one as yet. Your parasol\n\nPointed the decimal off with one deep thrust.\nAnd all the time we talked you seemed to see\nSomething down there to smile at in the dust.\n(Oh, it was without prejudice to me!)\nAfterward I went past what you had passed\nBefore we met and you what I had passed.","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#MEETING_AND_PASSING","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"meeting-and-passing","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-mountain-hyla-brook","title":"Hyla Brook","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"By June our brook’s run out of song and speed.\nSought for much after that, it will be found\nEither to have gone groping underground\n(And taken with it all the Hyla breed\nThat shouted in the mist a month ago,\nLike ghost of sleigh-bells in a ghost of snow)––\nOr flourished and come up in jewel-weed,\nWeak foliage that is blown upon and bent\nEven against the way its waters went.\nIts bed is left a faded paper sheet\nOf dead leaves stuck together by the heat––\nA brook to none but who remember long.\nThis as it will be seen is other far\nThan with brooks taken otherwhere in song.\nWe love the things we love for what they are.","themes":["love","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#HYLA_BROOK","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"hyla-brook","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-mountain-the-oven-bird","title":"The Oven Bird","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"There is a singer everyone has heard,\nLoud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,\nWho makes the solid tree trunks sound again.\nHe says that leaves are old and that for flowers\nMid-summer is to spring as one to ten.\nHe says the early petal-fall is past\nWhen pear and cherry bloom went down in showers\nOn sunny days a moment overcast;\nAnd comes that other fall we name the fall.\nHe says the highway dust is over all.\nThe bird would cease and be as other birds\nBut that he knows in singing not to sing.\nThe question that he frames in all but words\nIs what to make of a diminished thing.","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#THE_OVEN_BIRD","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"the-oven-bird","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-mountain-bond-and-free","title":"Bond And Free","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Love has earth to which she clings\nWith hills and circling arms about––\nWall within wall to shut fear out.\nBut Thought has need of no such things,\nFor Thought has a pair of dauntless wings.\n\nOn snow and sand and turf, I see\nWhere Love has left a printed trace\nWith straining in the world’s embrace.\nAnd such is Love and glad to be.\nBut Thought has shaken his ankles free.\n\nThought cleaves the interstellar gloom\nAnd sits in Sirius’ disc all night,\nTill day makes him retrace his flight,\nWith smell of burning on every plume,\nBack past the sun to an earthly room.\n\nHis gains in heaven are what they are.\nYet some say Love by being thrall\nAnd simply staying possesses all\nIn several beauty that Thought fares far\nTo find fused in another star.","themes":["love","spirituality","night","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#BOND_AND_FREE","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"bond-and-free","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. 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Often you must have seen them\nLoaded with ice a sunny winter morning\nAfter a rain. They click upon themselves\nAs the breeze rises, and turn many-colored\nAs the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.\nSoon the sun’s warmth makes them shed crystal shells\nShattering and avalanching on the snow-crust––\nSuch heaps of broken glass to sweep away\nYou’d think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.\nThey are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,\nAnd they seem not to break; though once they are bowed\nSo low for long, they never right themselves:\nYou may see their trunks arching in the woods\nYears afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground\nLike girls on hands and knees that throw their hair\nBefore them over their heads to dry in the sun.\nBut I was going to say when Truth broke in\nWith all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm\n(Now am I free to be poetical?)\nI should prefer to have some boy bend them\nAs he went out and in to fetch the cows––\nSome boy too far from town to learn baseball,\nWhose only play was what he found himself,\nSummer or winter, and could play alone.\nOne by one he subdued his father’s trees\nBy riding them down over and over again\nUntil he took the stiffness out of them,\nAnd not one but hung limp, not one was left\nFor him to conquer. He learned all there was\nTo learn about not launching out too soon\nAnd so not carrying the tree away\nClear to the ground. He always kept his poise\nTo the top branches, climbing carefully\nWith the same pains you use to fill a cup\nUp to the brim, and even above the brim.\nThen he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,\nKicking his way down through the air to the ground.\nSo was I once myself a swinger of birches.\nAnd so I dream of going back to be.\nIt’s when I’m weary of considerations,\nAnd life is too much like a pathless wood\nWhere your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs\nBroken across it, and one eye is weeping\nFrom a twig’s having lashed across it open.\nI’d like to get away from earth awhile\nAnd then come back to it and begin over.\nMay no fate willfully misunderstand me\nAnd half grant what I wish and snatch me away\nNot to return. Earth’s the right place for love:\nI don’t know where it’s likely to go better.\nI’d like to go by climbing a birch tree,\nAnd climb black branches up a snow-white trunk\nToward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,\nBut dipped its top and set me down again.\nThat would be good both going and coming back.\nOne could do worse than be a swinger of birches.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#BIRCHES","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"birches","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-mountain-pea-brush","title":"Pea Brush","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I walked down alone Sunday after church\nTo the place where John has been cutting trees\nTo see for myself about the birch\nHe said I could have to bush my peas.\n\nThe sun in the new-cut narrow gap\nWas hot enough for the first of May,\nAnd stifling hot with the odor of sap\nFrom stumps still bleeding their life away.\n\nThe frogs that were peeping a thousand shrill\nWherever the ground was low and wet,\nThe minute they heard my step went still\nTo watch me and see what I came to get.\n\nBirch boughs enough piled everywhere!––\nAll fresh and sound from the recent axe.\nTime someone came with cart and pair\nAnd got them off the wild flower’s backs.\n\nThey might be good for garden things\nTo curl a little finger round,\nThe same as you seize cat’s-cradle strings,\nAnd lift themselves up off the ground.\n\nSmall good to anything growing wild,\nThey were crooking many a trillium\nThat had budded before the boughs were piled\nAnd since it was coming up had to come.","themes":["nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#PEA_BRUSH","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"pea-brush","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-mountain-putting-in-the-seed","title":"Putting In The Seed","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"You come to fetch me from my work to-night\nWhen supper’s on the table, and we’ll see\nIf I can leave off burying the white\nSoft petals fallen from the apple tree.\n(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,\nMingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;)\nAnd go along with you ere you lose sight\nOf what you came for and become like me,\nSlave to a springtime passion for the earth.\nHow Love burns through the Putting in the Seed\nOn through the watching for that early birth\nWhen, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,\n\nThe sturdy seedling with arched body comes\nShouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.","themes":["love","nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#PUTTING_IN_THE_SEED","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"putting-in-the-seed","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-mountain-a-time-to-talk","title":"A Time To Talk","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"When a friend calls to me from the road\nAnd slows his horse to a meaning walk,\nI don’t stand still and look around\nOn all the hills I haven’t hoed,\nAnd shout from where I am, What is it?\nNo, not as there is a time to talk.\nI thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,\nBlade-end up and five feet tall,\nAnd plod: I go up to the stone wall\nFor a friendly visit.","themes":["time","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#A_TIME_TO_TALK","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"a-time-to-talk","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. 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Having tasted fruit,\nShe scorns a pasture withering to the root.\nShe runs from tree to tree where lie and sweeten\nThe windfalls spiked with stubble and worm-eaten.\nShe leaves them bitten when she has to fly.\nShe bellows on a knoll against the sky.\nHer udder shrivels and the milk goes dry.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#THE_COW_IN_APPLE_TIME","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"the-cow-in-apple-time","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. 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Choked with oil of cedar\nAnd scurf of plants, and weary and over-heated,\nAnd sorry I ever left the road I knew,\nI paused and rested on a sort of hook\nThat had me by the coat as good as seated,\nAnd since there was no other way to look,\nLooked up toward heaven, and there against the blue,\nStood over me a resurrected tree,\nA tree that had been down and raised again––\nA barkless spectre. He had halted too,\nAs if for fear of treading upon me.\nI saw the strange position of his hands––\nUp at his shoulders, dragging yellow strands\nOf wire with something in it from men to men.\n“You here?” I said. “Where aren’t you nowadays\nAnd what’s the news you carry––if you know?\nAnd tell me where you’re off for––Montreal?\nMe? I’m not off for anywhere at all.\nSometimes I wander out of beaten ways\nHalf looking for the orchid Calypso.”","themes":["nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#AN_ENCOUNTER","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"an-encounter","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. Page markers and publisher advertisements omitted; source stanzas and dialogue retained.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"74f110adf2addf1aa16a1525a6e65e8dd39cb8c48d67fcba21e1815f5b49684a","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-mountain-rangefinding","title":"Range-Finding","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung\nAnd cut a flower beside a ground bird’s nest\nBefore it stained a single human breast.\nThe stricken flower bent double and so hung.\nAnd still the bird revisited her young.\nA butterfly its fall had dispossessed\nA moment sought in air his flower of rest,\nThen lightly stooped to it and fluttering clung.\n\nOn the bare upland pasture there had spread\nO’ernight ’twixt mullein stalks a wheel of thread\nAnd straining cables wet with silver dew.\nA sudden passing bullet shook it dry.\nThe indwelling spider ran to greet the fly,\nBut finding nothing, sullenly withdrew.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#RANGEFINDING","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"rangefinding","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-mountain-the-hill-wife","title":"The Hill Wife","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"One ought not to have to care\nSo much as you and I\nCare when the birds come round the house\nTo seem to say good-bye;\n\nOr care so much when they come back\nWith whatever it is they sing;\nThe truth being we are as much\nToo glad for the one thing\n\nAs we are too sad for the other here––\nWith birds that fill their breasts\nBut with each other and themselves\nAnd their built or driven nests.\nAlways ––I tell you this they learned––\nAlways at night when they returned\nTo the lonely house from far away\nTo lamps unlighted and fire gone gray,\nThey learned to rattle the lock and key\nTo give whatever might chance to be\nWarning and time to be off in flight:\nAnd preferring the out- to the in-door night,\nThey learned to leave the house-door wide\nUntil they had lit the lamp inside.\nI didn’t like the way he went away.\nThat smile! It never came of being gay.\nStill he smiled––did you see him?––I was sure!\nPerhaps because we gave him only bread\nAnd the wretch knew from that that we were poor.\nPerhaps because he let us give instead\nOf seizing from us as he might have seized.\nPerhaps he mocked at us for being wed,\nOr being very young (and he was pleased\nTo have a vision of us old and dead).\nI wonder how far down the road he’s got.\nHe’s watching from the woods as like as not.\nShe had no saying dark enough\nFor the dark pine that kept\nForever trying the window-latch\nOf the room where they slept.\n\nThe tireless but ineffectual hands\nThat with every futile pass\nMade the great tree seem as a little bird\nBefore the mystery of glass!\n\nIt never had been inside the room,\nAnd only one of the two\nWas afraid in an oft-repeated dream\nOf what the tree might do.\nIt was too lonely for her there,\nAnd too wild,\nAnd since there were but two of them,\nAnd no child,\n\nAnd work was little in the house,\nShe was free,\nAnd followed where he furrowed field,\nOr felled tree.\n\nShe rested on a log and tossed\nThe fresh chips,\nWith a song only to herself\nOn her lips.\n\nAnd once she went to break a bough\nOf black alder.\nShe strayed so far she scarcely heard\nWhen he called her––\n\nAnd didn’t answer––didn’t speak––\nOr return.\nShe stood, and then she ran and hid\nIn the fern.\n\nHe never found her, though he looked\nEverywhere,\nAnd he asked at her mother’s house\nWas she there.\n\nSudden and swift and light as that\nThe ties gave,\nAnd he learned of finalities\nBesides the grave.","themes":["nature","time","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#THE_HILL_WIFE","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"the-hill-wife","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-mountain-the-bonfire","title":"The Bonfire","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"“Oh, let’s go up the hill and scare ourselves,\nAs reckless as the best of them to-night,\nBy setting fire to all the brush we piled\nWith pitchy hands to wait for rain or snow.\nOh, let’s not wait for rain to make it safe.\nThe pile is ours: we dragged it bough on bough\nDown dark converging paths between the pines.\nLet’s not care what we do with it to-night.\nDivide it? No! But burn it as one pile\nThe way we piled it. And let’s be the talk\nOf people brought to windows by a light\nThrown from somewhere against their wall-paper.\nRouse them all, both the free and not so free\nWith saying what they’d like to do to us\nFor what they’d better wait till we have done.\nLet’s all but bring to life this old volcano,\nIf that is what the mountain ever was––\nAnd scare ourselves. Let wild fire loose we will....”\n\n“And scare you too?” the children said together.\n\n“Why wouldn’t it scare me to have a fire\nBegin in smudge with ropy smoke and know\nThat still, if I repent, I may recall it,\nBut in a moment not: a little spurt\nOf burning fatness, and then nothing but\nThe fire itself can put it out, and that\nBy burning out, and before it burns out\nIt will have roared first and mixed sparks with stars,\nAnd sweeping round it with a flaming sword,\nMade the dim trees stand back in wider circle––\nDone so much and I know not how much more\nI mean it shall not do if I can bind it.\nWell if it doesn’t with its draft bring on\nA wind to blow in earnest from some quarter,\nAs once it did with me upon an April.\nThe breezes were so spent with winter blowing\nThey seemed to fail the bluebirds under them\nShort of the perch their languid flight was toward;\nAnd my flame made a pinnacle to heaven\nAs I walked once round it in possession.\nBut the wind out of doors––you know the saying.\nThere came a gust. You used to think the trees\nMade wind by fanning since you never knew\nIt blow but that you saw the trees in motion.\nSomething or someone watching made that gust.\nIt put the flame tip-down and dabbed the grass\nOf over-winter with the least tip-touch\nYour tongue gives salt or sugar in your hand.\nThe place it reached to blackened instantly.\nThe black was all there was by day-light,\nThat and the merest curl of cigarette smoke––\nAnd a flame slender as the hepaticas,\nBlood-root, and violets so soon to be now.\nBut the black spread like black death on the ground,\nAnd I think the sky darkened with a cloud\nLike winter and evening coming on together.\nThere were enough things to be thought of then.\nWhere the field stretches toward the north\nAnd setting sun to Hyla brook, I gave it\nTo flames without twice thinking, where it verges\nUpon the road, to flames too, though in fear\nThey might find fuel there, in withered brake,\nGrass its full length, old silver golden-rod,\nAnd alder and grape vine entanglement,\nTo leap the dusty deadline. For my own\nI took what front there was beside. I knelt\nAnd thrust hands in and held my face away.\nFight such a fire by rubbing not by beating.\nA board is the best weapon if you have it.\nI had my coat. And oh, I knew, I knew,\nAnd said out loud, I couldn’t bide the smother\nAnd heat so close in; but the thought of all\nThe woods and town on fire by me, and all\nThe town turned out to fight for me––that held me.\nI trusted the brook barrier, but feared\nThe road would fail; and on that side the fire\nDied not without a noise of crackling wood––\nOf something more than tinder-grass and weed––\nThat brought me to my feet to hold it back\nBy leaning back myself, as if the reins\nWere round my neck and I was at the plough.\nI won! But I’m sure no one ever spread\nAnother color over a tenth the space\nThat I spread coal-black over in the time\nIt took me. Neighbors coming home from town\nCouldn’t believe that so much black had come there\nWhile they had backs turned, that it hadn’t been there\nWhen they had passed an hour or so before\nGoing the other way and they not seen it.\nThey looked about for someone to have done it.\nBut there was no one. I was somewhere wondering\nWhere all my weariness had gone and why\nI walked so light on air in heavy shoes\nIn spite of a scorched Fourth-of-July feeling.\nWhy wouldn’t I be scared remembering that?”\n\n“If it scares you, what will it do to us?”\n\n“Scare you. But if you shrink from being scared,\nWhat would you say to war if it should come?\nThat’s what for reasons I should like to know––\nIf you can comfort me by any answer.”\n\n“Oh, but war’s not for children––it’s for men.”\n\n“Now we are digging almost down to China.\nMy dears, my dears, you thought that––we all thought it.\nSo your mistake was ours. Haven’t you heard, though,\nAbout the ships where war has found them out\nAt sea, about the towns where war has come\nThrough opening clouds at night with droning speed\nFurther o’erhead than all but stars and angels,––\nAnd children in the ships and in the towns?\nHaven’t you heard what we have lived to learn?\nNothing so new––something we had forgotten:\nWar is for everyone, for children too .\nI wasn’t going to tell you and I mustn’t.\nThe best way is to come up hill with me\nAnd have our fire and laugh and be afraid.”","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#THE_BONFIRE","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"the-bonfire","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-mountain-a-girls-garden","title":"A Girl’S Garden","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A neighbor of mine in the village\nLikes to tell how one spring\nWhen she was a girl on the farm, she did\nA childlike thing.\n\nOne day she asked her father\nTo give her a garden plot\nTo plant and tend and reap herself,\nAnd he said, “Why not?”\n\nIn casting about for a corner\nHe thought of an idle bit\nOf walled-off ground where a shop had stood,\nAnd he said, “Just it.”\n\nAnd he said, “That ought to make you\nAn ideal one-girl farm,\nAnd give you a chance to put some strength\nOn your slim-jim arm.”\n\nIt was not enough of a garden,\nHer father said, to plough;\nSo she had to work it all by hand,\nBut she don’t mind now.\n\nShe wheeled the dung in the wheelbarrow\nAlong a stretch of road;\nBut she always ran away and left\nHer not-nice load.\n\nAnd hid from anyone passing.\nAnd then she begged the seed.\nShe says she thinks she planted one\nOf all things but weed.\n\nA hill each of potatoes,\nRadishes, lettuce, peas,\nTomatoes, beets, beans, pumpkins, corn,\nAnd even fruit trees.\n\nAnd yes, she has long mistrusted\nThat a cider apple tree\nIn bearing there to-day is hers,\nOr at least may be.\n\nHer crop was a miscellany\nWhen all was said and done,\nA little bit of everything,\nA great deal of none.\n\nNow when she sees in the village\nHow village things go,\nJust when it seems to come in right,\nShe says, “ I know!\n\nIt’s as when I was a farmer–––”\nOh, never by way of advice!\nAnd she never sins by telling the tale\nTo the same person twice.","themes":["nature","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#A_GIRLS_GARDEN","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"a-girls-garden","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-mountain-the-exposed-nest","title":"The Exposed Nest","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"You were forever finding some new play.\nSo when I saw you down on hands and knees\nIn the meadow, busy with the new-cut hay,\nTrying, I thought, to set it up on end,\nI went to show you how to make it stay,\nIf that was your idea, against the breeze,\nAnd, if you asked me, even help pretend\nTo make it root again and grow afresh.\nBut ’twas no make-believe with you to-day,\nNor was the grass itself your real concern,\nThough I found your hand full of wilted fern,\nSteel-bright June-grass, and blackening heads of clover.\n’Twas a nest full of young birds on the ground\nThe cutter-bar had just gone champing over\n(Miraculously without tasting flesh)\nAnd left defenseless to the heat and light.\nYou wanted to restore them to their right\nOf something interposed between their sight\nAnd too much world at once––could means be found.\nThe way the nest-full every time we stirred\nStood up to us as to a mother-bird\nWhose coming home has been too long deferred,\nMade me ask would the mother-bird return\nAnd care for them in such a change of scene\nAnd might our meddling make her more afraid.\nThat was a thing we could not wait to learn.\nWe saw the risk we took in doing good,\nBut dared not spare to do the best we could\nThough harm should come of it; so built the screen\nYou had begun, and gave them back their shade.\nAll this to prove we cared. Why is there then\nNo more to tell? We turned to other things.\nI haven’t any memory––have you?––\nOf ever coming to the place again\nTo see if the birds lived the first night through,\nAnd so at last to learn to use their wings.","themes":["nature","time","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#THE_EXPOSED_NEST","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"the-exposed-nest","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-mountain-out-out","title":"“Out, Out––”","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard\nAnd made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,\nSweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.\nAnd from there those that lifted eyes could count\nFive mountain ranges one behind the other\nUnder the sunset far into Vermont.\nAnd the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,\nAs it ran light, or had to bear a load.\nAnd nothing happened: day was all but done.\nCall it a day, I wish they might have said\nTo please the boy by giving him the half hour\nThat a boy counts so much when saved from work.\nHis sister stood beside them in her apron\nTo tell them “Supper.” At the word, the saw,\nAs if to prove saws knew what supper meant,\nLeaped out at the boy’s hand, or seemed to leap––\nHe must have given the hand. However it was,\nNeither refused the meeting. But the hand!\nThe boy’s first outcry was a rueful laugh,\nAs he swung toward them holding up the hand\nHalf in appeal, but half as if to keep\nThe life from spilling. Then the boy saw all––\nSince he was old enough to know, big boy\nDoing a man’s work, though a child at heart––\nHe saw all spoiled. “Don’t let him cut my hand off––\nThe doctor, when he comes. Don’t let him, sister!”\nSo. But the hand was gone already.\nThe doctor put him in the dark of ether.\nHe lay and puffed his lips out with his breath.\nAnd then––the watcher at his pulse took fright.\nNo one believed. They listened at his heart.\nLittle––less––nothing!––and that ended it.\nNo more to build on there. And they, since they\nWere not the one dead, turned to their affairs.","themes":["love","time","death","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#OUT_OUT","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"out-out","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. Page markers and publisher advertisements omitted; source stanzas and dialogue retained.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"f948d96c069c69cd27271aaca348c56b73dc41a652d7607a41eec8139ba2b932","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-mountain-browns-descent-or--the-willynilly-slide","title":"Brown’S Descent","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Brown lived at such a lofty farm\nThat everyone for miles could see\nHis lantern when he did his chores\nIn winter after half-past three.\n\nAnd many must have seen him make\nHis wild descent from there one night,\n’Cross lots, ’cross walls, ’cross everything,\nDescribing rings of lantern light.\n\nBetween the house and barn the gale\nGot him by something he had on\nAnd blew him out on the icy crust\nThat cased the world, and he was gone!\n\nWalls were all buried, trees were few:\nHe saw no stay unless he stove\nA hole in somewhere with his heel.\nBut though repeatedly he strove\n\nAnd stamped and said things to himself,\nAnd sometimes something seemed to yield,\nHe gained no foothold, but pursued\nHis journey down from field to field.\n\nSometimes he came with arms outspread\nLike wings, revolving in the scene\nUpon his longer axis, and\nWith no small dignity of mien.\n\nFaster or slower as he chanced,\nSitting or standing as he chose,\nAccording as he feared to risk\nHis neck, or thought to spare his clothes,\n\nHe never let the lantern drop.\nAnd some exclaimed who saw afar\nThe figures he described with it,\n“I wonder what those signals are\n\nBrown makes at such an hour of night!\nHe’s celebrating something strange.\nI wonder if he’s sold his farm,\nOr been made Master of the Grange.”\n\nHe reeled, he lurched, he bobbed, he checked;\nHe fell and made the lantern rattle\n(But saved the light from going out.)\nSo half-way down he fought the battle\n\nIncredulous of his own bad luck.\nAnd then becoming reconciled\nTo everything, he gave it up\nAnd came down like a coasting child.\n\n“Well––I––be––” that was all he said,\nAs standing in the river road,\nHe looked back up the slippery slope\n(Two miles it was) to his abode.\n\nSometimes as an authority\nOn motor-cars, I’m asked if I\nShould say our stock was petered out,\nAnd this is my sincere reply:\n\nYankees are what they always were.\nDon’t think Brown ever gave up hope\nOf getting home again because\nHe couldn’t climb that slippery slope;\n\nOr even thought of standing there\nUntil the January thaw\nShould take the polish off the crust.\nHe bowed with grace to natural law,\n\nAnd then went round it on his feet,\nAfter the manner of our stock;\nNot much concerned for those to whom,\nAt that particular time o’clock,\n\nIt must have looked as if the course\nHe steered was really straight away\nFrom that which he was headed for––\nNot much concerned for them, I say;\n\nNo more so than became a man––\nAnd politician at odd seasons.\nI’ve kept Brown standing in the cold\nWhile I invested him with reasons;\n\nBut now he snapped his eyes three times;\nThen shook his lantern, saying, “Ile’s\n’Bout out!” and took the long way home\nBy road, a matter of several miles.","themes":["nature","hope","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#BROWNS_DESCENT_OR__THE_WILLYNILLY_SLIDE","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"browns-descent-or--the-willynilly-slide","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-mountain-the-gumgatherer","title":"The Gum-Gatherer","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"There overtook me and drew me in\nTo his down-hill, early-morning stride,\nAnd set me five miles on my road\nBetter than if he had had me ride,\nA man with a swinging bag for load\nAnd half the bag wound round his hand.\nWe talked like barking above the din\nOf water we walked along beside.\nAnd for my telling him where I’d been\nAnd where I lived in mountain land\nTo be coming home the way I was,\nHe told me a little about himself.\nHe came from higher up in the pass\nWhere the grist of the new-beginning brooks\nIs blocks split off the mountain mass––\nAnd hopeless grist enough it looks\nEver to grind to soil for grass.\n(The way it is will do for moss.)\nThere he had built his stolen shack.\nIt had to be a stolen shack\nBecause of the fears of fire and loss\nThat trouble the sleep of lumber folk:\nVisions of half the world burned black\nAnd the sun shrunken yellow in smoke.\nWe know who when they come to town\nBring berries under the wagon seat,\nOr a basket of eggs between their feet;\nWhat this man brought in a cotton sack\nWas gum, the gum of the mountain spruce.\nHe showed me lumps of the scented stuff\nLike uncut jewels, dull and rough.\nIt comes to market golden brown;\nBut turns to pink between the teeth.\n\nI told him this is a pleasant life\nTo set your breast to the bark of trees\nThat all your days are dim beneath,\nAnd reaching up with a little knife,\nTo loose the resin and take it down\nAnd bring it to market when you please.","themes":["nature","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#THE_GUMGATHERER","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"the-gumgatherer","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-mountain-the-linegang","title":"The Line-Gang","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Here come the line-gang pioneering by.\nThey throw a forest down less cut than broken.\nThey plant dead trees for living, and the dead\nThey string together with a living thread.\nThey string an instrument against the sky\nWherein words whether beaten out or spoken\nWill run as hushed as when they were a thought.\nBut in no hush they string it: they go past\nWith shouts afar to pull the cable taut,\nTo hold it hard until they make it fast,\nTo ease away––they have it. With a laugh,\nAn oath of towns that set the wild at naught\nThey bring the telephone and telegraph.","themes":["nature","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#THE_LINEGANG","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"the-linegang","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. Page markers and publisher advertisements omitted; source stanzas and dialogue retained.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"d7ca1ee8be263bba9a5d2a029f541cfd1f452f9bb6d131f70d48115790fcc2fd","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-mountain-the-vanishing-red","title":"The Vanishing Red","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"He is said to have been the last Red Man\nIn Acton. And the Miller is said to have laughed––\nIf you like to call such a sound a laugh.\nBut he gave no one else a laugher’s license.\nFor he turned suddenly grave as if to say,\n“Whose business,––if I take it on myself,\nWhose business––but why talk round the barn?––\nWhen it’s just that I hold with getting a thing done with.”\nYou can’t get back and see it as he saw it.\nIt’s too long a story to go into now.\nYou’d have to have been there and lived it.\nThen you wouldn’t have looked on it as just a matter\nOf who began it between the two races.\n\nSome guttural exclamation of surprise\nThe Red Man gave in poking about the mill\nOver the great big thumping shuffling mill-stone\nDisgusted the Miller physically as coming\nFrom one who had no right to be heard from.\n“Come, John,” he said, “you want to see the wheel pit?”\n\nHe took him down below a cramping rafter,\nAnd showed him, through a manhole in the floor,\nThe water in desperate straits like frantic fish,\nSalmon and sturgeon, lashing with their tails.\nThen he shut down the trap door with a ring in it\nThat jangled even above the general noise,\nAnd came up stairs alone––and gave that laugh,\nAnd said something to a man with a meal-sack\nThat the man with the meal-sack didn’t catch––then.\nOh, yes, he showed John the wheel pit all right.","themes":["loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#THE_VANISHING_RED","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"the-vanishing-red","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-mountain-snow","title":"Snow","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The three stood listening to a fresh access\nOf wind that caught against the house a moment,\nGulped snow, and then blew free again––the Coles\nDressed, but dishevelled from some hours of sleep,\nMeserve belittled in the great skin coat he wore.\n\nMeserve was first to speak. He pointed backward\nOver his shoulder with his pipe-stem, saying,\n“You can just see it glancing off the roof\nMaking a great scroll upward toward the sky,\nLong enough for recording all our names on.––\nI think I’ll just call up my wife and tell her\nI’m here––so far––and starting on again.\nI’ll call her softly so that if she’s wise\nAnd gone to sleep, she needn’t wake to answer.”\nThree times he barely stirred the bell, then listened.\n“Why, Lett, still up? Lett, I’m at Cole’s. I’m late.\nI called you up to say Good-night from here\nBefore I went to say Good-morning there.––\nI thought I would.––I know, but, Lett––I know––\nI could, but what’s the sense? The rest won’t be\nSo bad.––Give me an hour for it.––Ho, ho,\nThree hours to here! But that was all up hill;\nThe rest is down.––Why no, no, not a wallow:\nThey kept their heads and took their time to it\nLike darlings, both of them. They’re in the barn.––\nMy dear, I’m coming just the same. I didn’t\nCall you to ask you to invite me home.––”\nHe lingered for some word she wouldn’t say,\nSaid it at last himself, “Good-night,” and then,\nGetting no answer, closed the telephone.\nThe three stood in the lamplight round the table\nWith lowered eyes a moment till he said,\n“I’ll just see how the horses are.”\n\n“Yes, do,”\nBoth the Coles said together. Mrs. Cole\nAdded: “You can judge better after seeing.––\nI want you here with me, Fred. Leave him here,\nBrother Meserve. You know to find your way\nOut through the shed.”\n\n“I guess I know my way,\nI guess I know where I can find my name\nCarved in the shed to tell me who I am\nIf it don’t tell me where I am. I used\nTo play––”\n\n“You tend your horses and come back.\nFred Cole, you’re going to let him!”\n\n“Well, aren’t you?\nHow can you help yourself?”\n\n“I called him Brother.\nWhy did I call him that?”\n\n“It’s right enough.\nThat’s all you ever heard him called round here.\nHe seems to have lost off his Christian name.”\n\n“Christian enough I should call that myself.\nHe took no notice, did he? Well, at least\nI didn’t use it out of love of him,\nThe dear knows. I detest the thought of him\nWith his ten children under ten years old.\nI hate his wretched little Racker Sect,\nAll’s ever I heard of it, which isn’t much.\nBut that’s not saying––Look, Fred Cole, it’s twelve,\nIsn’t it, now? He’s been here half an hour.\nHe says he left the village store at nine.\nThree hours to do four miles––a mile an hour\nOr not much better. Why, it doesn’t seem\nAs if a man could move that slow and move.\nTry to think what he did with all that time.\nAnd three miles more to go!”\n\n“Don’t let him go.\nStick to him, Helen. Make him answer you.\nThat sort of man talks straight on all his life\nFrom the last thing he said himself, stone deaf\nTo anything anyone else may say.\nI should have thought, though, you could make him hear you.”\n\n“What is he doing out a night like this?\nWhy can’t he stay at home?”\n\n“He had to preach.”\n\n“It’s no night to be out.”\n\n“He may be small,\nHe may be good, but one thing’s sure, he’s tough.”\n\n“And strong of stale tobacco.”\n\n“He’ll pull through.”\n\n“You only say so. Not another house\nOr shelter to put into from this place\nTo theirs. I’m going to call his wife again.”\n\n“Wait and he may. Let’s see what he will do.\nLet’s see if he will think of her again.\nBut then I doubt he’s thinking of himself\nHe doesn’t look on it as anything.”\n\n“He shan’t go––there!”\n\n“It is a night, my dear.”\n\n“One thing: he didn’t drag God into it.”\n\n“He don’t consider it a case for God.”\n\n“You think so, do you? You don’t know the kind.\nHe’s getting up a miracle this minute.\nPrivately––to himself, right now, he’s thinking\nHe’ll make a case of it if he succeeds,\nBut keep still if he fails.”\n\n“Keep still all over.\nHe’ll be dead––dead and buried.”\n\n“Such a trouble!\nNot but I’ve every reason not to care\nWhat happens to him if it only takes\nSome of the sanctimonious conceit\nOut of one of those pious scalawags.”\n\n“Nonsense to that! You want to see him safe.”\n\n“You like the runt.”\n\n“Don’t you a little?”\n\n“Well,\nI don’t like what he’s doing, which is what\nYou like, and like him for.”\n\n“Oh, yes you do.\nYou like your fun as well as anyone;\nOnly you women have to put these airs on\nTo impress men. You’ve got us so ashamed\nOf being men we can’t look at a good fight\nBetween two boys and not feel bound to stop it.\nLet the man freeze an ear or two, I say.––\nHe’s here. I leave him all to you. Go in\nAnd save his life.––All right, come in, Meserve.\nSit down, sit down. How did you find the horses?”\n\n“Fine, fine.”\n\n“And ready for some more? My wife here\nSays it won’t do. You’ve got to give it up.”\n\n“Won’t you to please me? Please! If I say please?\nMr. Meserve, I’ll leave it to your wife.\nWhat did your wife say on the telephone?”\n\nMeserve seemed to heed nothing but the lamp\nOr something not far from it on the table.\nBy straightening out and lifting a forefinger,\nHe pointed with his hand from where it lay\nLike a white crumpled spider on his knee:\n“That leaf there in your open book! It moved\nJust then, I thought. It’s stood erect like that,\nThere on the table, ever since I came,\nTrying to turn itself backward or forward,\nI’ve had my eye on it to make out which;\nIf forward, then it’s with a friend’s impatience––\nYou see I know––to get you on to things\nIt wants to see how you will take, if backward\nIt’s from regret for something you have passed\nAnd failed to see the good of. Never mind,\nThings must expect to come in front of us\nA many times––I don’t say just how many––\nThat varies with the things––before we see them.\nOne of the lies would make it out that nothing\nEver presents itself before us twice.\nWhere would we be at last if that were so?\nOur very life depends on everything’s\nRecurring till we answer from within.\nThe thousandth time may prove the charm.––That leaf!\nIt can’t turn either way. It needs the wind’s help.\nBut the wind didn’t move it if it moved.\nIt moved itself. The wind’s at naught in here.\nIt couldn’t stir so sensitively poised\nA thing as that. It couldn’t reach the lamp\nTo get a puff of black smoke from the flame,\nOr blow a rumple in the collie’s coat.\nYou make a little foursquare block of air,\nQuiet and light and warm, in spite of all\nThe illimitable dark and cold and storm,\nAnd by so doing give these three, lamp, dog,\nAnd book-leaf, that keep near you, their repose;\nThough for all anyone can tell, repose\nMay be the thing you haven’t, yet you give it.\nSo false it is that what we haven’t we can’t give;\nSo false, that what we always say is true.\nI’ll have to turn the leaf if no one else will.\nIt won’t lie down. Then let it stand. Who cares?”\n\n“I shouldn’t want to hurry you, Meserve,\nBut if you’re going––Say you’ll stay, you know?\nBut let me raise this curtain on a scene,\nAnd show you how it’s piling up against you.\nYou see the snow-white through the white of frost?\nAsk Helen how far up the sash it’s climbed\nSince last we read the gage.”\n\n“It looks as if\nSome pallid thing had squashed its features flat\nAnd its eyes shut with overeagerness\nTo see what people found so interesting\nIn one another, and had gone to sleep\nOf its own stupid lack of understanding,\nOr broken its white neck of mushroom stuff\nShort off, and died against the window-pane.”\n\n“Brother Meserve, take care, you’ll scare yourself\nMore than you will us with such nightmare talk.\nIt’s you it matters to, because it’s you\nWho have to go out into it alone.”\n\n“Let him talk, Helen, and perhaps he’ll stay.”\n\n“Before you drop the curtain––I’m reminded:\nYou recollect the boy who came out here\nTo breathe the air one winter––had a room\nDown at the Averys’? Well, one sunny morning\nAfter a downy storm, he passed our place\nAnd found me banking up the house with snow.\nAnd I was burrowing in deep for warmth,\nPiling it well above the window-sills.\nThe snow against the window caught his eye.\n‘Hey, that’s a pretty thought’––those were his words.\n‘So you can think it’s six feet deep outside,\nWhile you sit warm and read up balanced rations.\nYou can’t get too much winter in the winter.’\nThose were his words. And he went home and all\nBut banked the daylight out of Avery’s windows.\nNow you and I would go to no such length.\nAt the same time you can’t deny it makes\nIt not a mite worse, sitting here, we three,\nPlaying our fancy, to have the snowline run\nSo high across the pane outside. There where\nThere is a sort of tunnel in the frost\nMore like a tunnel than a hole––way down\nAt the far end of it you see a stir\nAnd quiver like the frayed edge of the drift\nBlown in the wind. I like that––I like that .\nWell, now I leave you, people.”\n\n“Come, Meserve,\nWe thought you were deciding not to go––\nThe ways you found to say the praise of comfort\nAnd being where you are. You want to stay.”\n\n“I’ll own it’s cold for such a fall of snow.\nThis house is frozen brittle, all except\nThis room you sit in. If you think the wind\nSounds further off, it’s not because it’s dying;\nYou’re further under in the snow––that’s all––\nAnd feel it less. Hear the soft bombs of dust\nIt bursts against us at the chimney mouth,\nAnd at the eaves. I like it from inside\nMore than I shall out in it. But the horses\nAre rested and it’s time to say good-night,\nAnd let you get to bed again. Good-night,\nSorry I had to break in on your sleep.”\n\n“Lucky for you you did. Lucky for you\nYou had us for a half-way station\nTo stop at. If you were the kind of man\nPaid heed to women, you’d take my advice\nAnd for your family’s sake stay where you are.\nBut what good is my saying it over and over?\nYou’ve done more than you had a right to think\nYou could do–– now . You know the risk you take\nIn going on.”\n\n“Our snow-storms as a rule\nAren’t looked on as man-killers, and although\nI’d rather be the beast that sleeps the sleep\nUnder it all, his door sealed up and lost,\nThan the man fighting it to keep above it,\nYet think of the small birds at roost and not\nIn nests. Shall I be counted less than they are?\nTheir bulk in water would be frozen rock\nIn no time out to-night. And yet to-morrow\nThey will come budding boughs from tree to tree\nFlirting their wings and saying Chickadee,\nAs if not knowing what you meant by the word storm.”\n\n“But why when no one wants you to go on?\nYour wife––she doesn’t want you to. We don’t,\nAnd you yourself don’t want to. Who else is there?”\n\n“Save us from being cornered by a woman.\nWell, there’s”––She told Fred afterward that in\nThe pause right there, she thought the dreaded word\nWas coming, “God.” But no, he only said\n“Well, there’s––the storm. That says I must go on.\nThat wants me as a war might if it came.\nAsk any man.”\n\nHe threw her that as something\nTo last her till he got outside the door.\nHe had Cole with him to the barn to see him off.\nWhen Cole returned he found his wife still standing\nBeside the table near the open book,\nNot reading it.\n\n“Well, what kind of a man\nDo you call that?” she said.\n\n“He had the gift\nOf words, or is it tongues, I ought to say?”\n\n“Was ever such a man for seeing likeness?”\n\n“Or disregarding people’s civil questions––\nWhat? We’ve found out in one hour more about him\nThan we had seeing him pass by in the road\nA thousand times. If that’s the way he preaches!\nYou didn’t think you’d keep him after all.\nOh, I’m not blaming you. He didn’t leave you\nMuch say in the matter, and I’m just as glad\nWe’re not in for a night of him. No sleep\nIf he had stayed. The least thing set him going.\nIt’s quiet as an empty church without him.”\n\n“But how much better off are we as it is?\nWe’ll have to sit here till we know he’s safe.”\n\n“Yes, I suppose you’ll want to, but I shouldn’t.\nHe knows what he can do, or he wouldn’t try.\nGet into bed I say, and get some rest.\nHe won’t come back, and if he telephones,\nIt won’t be for an hour or two.”\n\n“Well then.\nWe can’t be any help by sitting here\nAnd living his fight through with him, I suppose.”\nCole had been telephoning in the dark.\nMrs. Cole’s voice came from an inner room:\n“Did she call you or you call her?”\n\n“She me.\nYou’d better dress: you won’t go back to bed.\nWe must have been asleep: it’s three and after.”\n\n“Had she been ringing long? I’ll get my wrapper.\nI want to speak to her.”\n\n“All she said was,\nHe hadn’t come and had he really started.”\n\n“She knew he had, poor thing, two hours ago.”\n\n“He had the shovel. He’ll have made a fight.”\n\n“Why did I ever let him leave this house!”\n\n“Don’t begin that. You did the best you could\nTo keep him––though perhaps you didn’t quite\nConceal a wish to see him show the spunk\nTo disobey you. Much his wife’ll thank you.”\n\n“Fred, after all I said! You shan’t make out\nThat it was any way but what it was.\nDid she let on by any word she said\nShe didn’t thank me?”\n\n“When I told her ‘Gone,’\n‘Well then,’ she said, and ‘Well then’––like a threat.\nAnd then her voice came scraping slow: ‘Oh, you,\nWhy did you let him go’?”\n\n“Asked why we let him?\nYou let me there. I’ll ask her why she let him.\nShe didn’t dare to speak when he was here.\nTheir number’s––twenty-one? The thing won’t work.\nSomeone’s receiver’s down. The handle stumbles.\nThe stubborn thing, the way it jars your arm!\nIt’s theirs. She’s dropped it from her hand and gone.”\n\n“Try speaking. Say ‘Hello’!”\n\n“Hello. Hello.”\n\n“What do you hear?”\n\n“I hear an empty room––\nYou know––it sounds that way. And yes, I hear––\nI think I hear a clock––and windows rattling.\nNo step though. If she’s there she’s sitting down.”\n\n“Shout, she may hear you.”\n\n“Shouting is no good.”\n\n“Keep speaking then.”\n\n“Hello. Hello. Hello.\nYou don’t suppose––? She wouldn’t go out doors?”\n\n“I’m half afraid that’s just what she might do.”\n\n“And leave the children?”\n\n“Wait and call again.\nYou can’t hear whether she has left the door\nWide open and the wind’s blown out the lamp\nAnd the fire’s died and the room’s dark and cold?”\n\n“One of two things, either she’s gone to bed\nOr gone out doors.”\n\n“In which case both are lost.\nDo you know what she’s like? Have you ever met her?\nIt’s strange she doesn’t want to speak to us.”\n\n“Fred, see if you can hear what I hear. Come.”\n\n“A clock maybe.”\n\n“Don’t you hear something else?”\n\n“Not talking.”\n\n“No.”\n\n“Why, yes, I hear––what is it?”\n\n“What do you say it is?”\n\n“A baby’s crying!\nFrantic it sounds, though muffled and far off.”\n\n“Its mother wouldn’t let it cry like that,\nNot if she’s there.”\n\n“What do you make of it?”\n\n“There’s only one thing possible to make,\nThat is, assuming––that she has gone out.\nOf course she hasn’t though.” They both sat down\nHelpless. “There’s nothing we can do till morning.”\n\n“Fred, I shan’t let you think of going out.”\n\n“Hold on.” The double bell began to chirp.\nThey started up. Fred took the telephone.\n“Hello, Meserve. You’re there, then!––And your wife?\nGood! Why I asked––she didn’t seem to answer.\nHe says she went to let him in the barn.––\nWe’re glad. Oh, say no more about it, man.\nDrop in and see us when you’re passing.”\n\n“Well,\nShe has him then, though what she wants him for\nI don’t see.”\n\n“Possibly not for herself.\nMaybe she only wants him for the children.”\n\n“The whole to-do seems to have been for nothing.\nWhat spoiled our night was to him just his fun.\nWhat did he come in for?––To talk and visit?\nThought he’d just call to tell us it was snowing.\nIf he thinks he is going to make our house\nA halfway coffee house ’twixt town and nowhere–––”\n\n“I thought you’d feel you’d been too much concerned.”\n\n“You think you haven’t been concerned yourself.”\n\n“If you mean he was inconsiderate\nTo rout us out to think for him at midnight\nAnd then take our advice no more than nothing,\nWhy, I agree with you. But let’s forgive him.\nWe’ve had a share in one night of his life.\nWhat’ll you bet he ever calls again?”","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#SNOW","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"snow","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. Page markers and publisher advertisements omitted; source stanzas and dialogue retained.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"59cb491f93a9d43681776fdd5e0543f63b2f3c893f494e5106c93c9100a27d9f","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-mountain-the-sound-of-the-trees","title":"The Sound Of The Trees","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I wonder about the trees.\nWhy do we wish to bear\nForever the noise of these\nMore than another noise\nSo close to our dwelling place?\nWe suffer them by the day\nTill we lose all measure of pace,\nAnd fixity in our joys,\nAnd acquire a listening air.\nThey are that that talks of going\nBut never gets away;\nAnd that talks no less for knowing,\nAs it grows wiser and older,\nThat now it means to stay.\nMy feet tug at the floor\nAnd my head sways to my shoulder\nSometimes when I watch trees sway,\nFrom the window or the door.\nI shall set forth for somewhere,\nI shall make the reckless choice\nSome day when they are in voice\nAnd tossing so as to scare\nThe white clouds over them on.\nI shall have less to say,\nBut I shall be gone.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/29345/pg29345-images.html#THE_SOUND_OF_THE_TREES","sourceId":"frost-mountain","sourceEdition":"Mountain Interval, new edition (1921), Project Gutenberg 29345","sourceLocator":"the-sound-of-the-trees","sourceNote":"Original English poems from the 1921 edition of the collection first published in 1916. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-In_Hardwood_Groves","title":"In Hardwood Groves","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The same leaves over and over again!\nThey fall from giving shade above\nTo make one texture of faded brown\nAnd fit the earth like a leather glove.\n\nBefore the leaves can mount again\nTo fill the trees with another shade,\nThey must go down past things coming up,\nThey must go down into the dark decayed.\n\nThey must be pierced by flowers and put\nBeneath the feet of dancing flowers.\nHowever it is in some other world\nI know that this is the way in ours.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#In_Hardwood_Groves","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"In_Hardwood_Groves","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Locked_Out","title":"Locked Out","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"When we locked up the house at night,\nWe always locked the flowers outside\nAnd cut them off from window light.\nThe time I dreamed the door was tried\nAnd brushed with buttons upon sleeves,\nThe flowers were out there with the thieves.\nYet nobody molested them!\nWe did find one nasturtium\nUpon the steps with bitten stem.\nI may have been to blame for that:\nI always thought it must have been\nSome flower I played with as I sat\nAt dusk to watch the moon down early.","themes":["nature","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Locked_Out","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Locked_Out","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Last_Word_of_a_Bluebird","title":"The Last Word of a Bluebird","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"As I went out a Crow\nIn a low voice said ‘Oh,\nI was looking for you.\nHow do you do?\nI just came to tell you\nTo tell Lesley (will you?)\nThat her little Bluebird\nWanted me to bring word\nThat the north wind last night\nThat made the stars bright\nAnd made ice on the trough\nAlmost made him cough\nHis tail feathers off.\nHe just had to fly!\nBut he sent her Good-bye,\nAnd said to be good,\nAnd wear her red hood,\nAnd look for skunk tracks\nIn the snow with an axe—\nAnd do everything!\nAnd perhaps in the spring\nHe would come back and sing.’","themes":["nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Last_Word_of_a_Bluebird","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Last_Word_of_a_Bluebird","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-New_Hampshire","title":"New Hampshire","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I met a lady from the South who said\n(You won’t believe she said it, but she said it):\n‘None of my family ever worked, or had\nA thing to sell.’ I don’t suppose the work\nMuch matters. You may work for all of me.\nI’ve seen the time I’ve had to work myself.\nThe having anything to sell is what\nIs the disgrace in man or state or nation.\n\nI met a traveller from Arkansas\nWho boasted of his state as beautiful\nFor diamonds and apples. ‘Diamonds\nAnd apples in commercial quantities?’\nI asked him, on my guard. ‘Oh yes,’ he answered,\nOff his. The time was evening in the Pullman.\n‘I see the porter’s made your bed,’ I told him.\n\nI met a Californian who would\nTalk California—a state so blessed,\nHe said, in climate, none had ever died there\nA natural death, and Vigilance Committees\nHad had to organize to stock the graveyards\nAnd vindicate the state’s humanity.\n‘Just the way Steffanson runs on,’ I murmured,\n‘About the British Arctic. That’s what comes\nOf being in the market with a climate.’\n\nI met a poet from another state,\nA zealot full of fluid inspiration,\nWho in the name of fluid inspiration,\nBut in the best style of bad salesmanship,\nAngrily tried to make me write a protest\n(In verse I think) against the Volstead Act.\nHe didn’t even offer me a drink\nUntil I asked for one to steady him .\nThis is called having an idea to sell.\n\nIt never could have happened in New Hampshire.\n\nThe only person really soiled with trade\nI ever stumbled on in old New Hampshire\nWas someone who had just come back ashamed\nFrom selling things in California.\nHe’d built a noble mansard roof with balls\nOn turrets like Constantinople, deep\nIn woods some ten miles from a railroad station,\nAs if to put forever out of mind\nThe hope of being, as we say, received.\nI found him standing at the close of day\nInside the threshold of his open barn,\nLike a lone actor on a gloomy stage—\nAnd recognized him through the iron grey\nIn which his face was muffled to the eyes\nAs an old boyhood friend, and once indeed\nA drover with me on the road to Brighton.\nHis farm was ‘grounds,’ and not a farm at all;\nHis house among the local sheds and shanties\nRose like a factor’s at a trading station.\nAnd he was rich, and I was still a rascal.\nI couldn’t keep from asking impolitely,\nWhere had he been and what had he been doing?\nHow did he get so? (Rich was understood.)\nIn dealing in ‘old rags’ in San Francisco.\nOh it was terrible as well could be.\nWe both of us turned over in our graves.\nJust specimens is all New Hampshire has,\nOne each of everything as in a show-case\nWhich naturally she doesn’t care to sell.\n\nShe had one President (pronounce him Purse,\nAnd make the most of it for better or worse.\nHe’s your one chance to score against the state).\nShe had one Daniel Webster. He was all\nThe Daniel Webster ever was or shall be.\nShe had the Dartmouth needed to produce him.\n\nI call her old. She has one family\nWhose claim is good to being settled here\nBefore the era of colonization,\nAnd before that of exploration even.\nJohn Smith remarked them as he coasted by\nDangling their legs and fishing off a wharf\nAt the Isles of Shoals, and satisfied himself\nThey weren’t Red Indians, but veritable\nPre-primitives of the white race, dawn people,\nLike those who furnished Adam’s sons with wives;\nHowever uninnocent they may have been\nIn being there so early in our history.\nThey’d been there then a hundred years or more.\nPity he didn’t ask what they were up to\nAt that date with a wharf already built,\nAnd take their name. They’ve since told me their name—\nToday an honored one in Nottingham.\nAs for what they were up to more than fishing—\nSuppose they weren’t behaving Puritanly,\nThe hour had not yet struck for being good,\nMankind had not yet gone on the Sabbatical.\nIt became an explorer of the deep\nNot to explore too deep in others’ business.\nDid you but know of him, New Hampshire has\nOne real reformer who would change the world\nSo it would be accepted by two classes,\nArtists the minute they set up as artists,\nBefore, that is, they are themselves accepted,\nAnd boys the minute they get out of college.\nI can’t help thinking those are tests to go by.\n\nAnd she has one I don’t know what to call him,\nWho comes from Philadelphia every year\nWith a great flock of chickens of rare breeds\nHe wants to give the educational\nAdvantages of growing almost wild\nUnder the watchful eye of hawk and eagle—\nDorkings because they’re spoken of by Chaucer,\nSussex because they’re spoken of by Herrick.\n\nShe has a touch of gold. New Hampshire gold—\nYou may have heard of it. I had a farm\nOffered me not long since up Berlin way\nWith a mine on it that was worked for gold;\nBut not gold in commercial quantities.\nJust enough gold to make the engagement rings\nAnd marriage rings of those who owned the farm.\nWhat gold more innocent could one have asked for?\nOne of my children ranging after rocks\nLately brought home from Andover or Canaan\nA specimen of beryl with a trace\nOf radium. I know with radium\nThe trace would have to be the merest trace\nTo be below the threshold of commercial;\nBut trust New Hampshire not to have enough\nOf radium or anything to sell.\n\nA specimen of everything, I said.\nShe has one witch—old style. She lives in Colebrook.\n(The only other witch I ever met\nWas lately at a cut-glass dinner in Boston.\nThere were four candles and four people present.\nThe witch was young, and beautiful (new style),\nAnd open-minded. She was free to question\nHer gift for reading letters locked in boxes.\nWhy was it so much greater when the boxes\nWere metal than it was when they were wooden?\nIt made the world seem so mysterious.\nThe S’ciety for Psychical Research\nWas cognizant. Her husband was worth millions.\nI think he owned some shares in Harvard College.)\n\nNew Hampshire used to have at Salem\nA company we called the White Corpuscles,\nWhose duty was at any hour of night\nTo rush in sheets and fools’ caps where they smelled\nA thing the least bit doubtfully perscented\nAnd give someone the Skipper Ireson’s Ride.\n\nOne each of everything as in a show-case.\nMore than enough land for a specimen\nYou’ll say she has, but there there enters in\nSomething else to protect her from herself.\nThere quality makes up for quantity.\nNot even New Hampshire farms are much for sale.\nThe farm I made my home on in the mountains\nI had to take by force rather than buy.\nI caught the owner outdoors by himself\nRaking up after winter, and I said,\n‘I’m going to put you off this farm: I want it.’\n‘Where are you going to put me? In the road?’\n‘I’m going to put you on the farm next to it.’\n‘Why won’t the farm next to it do for you?’\n‘I like this better.’ It was really better.\n\nApples? New Hampshire has them, but unsprayed,\nWith no suspicion in stem-end or blossom-end\nOf vitriol or arsenate of lead,\nAnd so not good for anything but cider.\nHer unpruned grapes are flung like lariats\nFar up the birches out of reach of man.\n\nA state producing precious metals, stones,\nAnd—writing; none of these except perhaps\nThe precious literature in quantity\nOr quality to worry the producer\nAbout disposing of it. Do you know,\nConsidering the market, there are more\nPoems produced than any other thing?\nNo wonder poets sometimes have to seem\nSo much more business-like than business men.\nTheir wares are so much harder to get rid of.\n\nShe’s one of the two best states in the Union.\nVermont’s the other. And the two have been\nYoke-fellows in the sap-yoke from of old\nIn many Marches. And they lie like wedges,\nThick end to thin end and thin end to thick end,\nAnd are a figure of the way the strong\nOf mind and strong of arm should fit together,\nOne thick where one is thin and vice versa.\nNew Hampshire raises the Connecticut\nIn a trout hatchery near Canada,\nBut soon divides the river with Vermont.\nBoth are delightful states for their absurdly\nSmall towns—Lost Nation, Bungey, Muddy Boo,\nPoplin, Still Corners (so called not because\nThe place is silent all day long, nor yet\nBecause it boasts a whisky still—because\nIt set out once to be a city and still\nIs only corners, cross-roads in a wood).\nAnd I remember one whose name appeared\nBetween the pictures on a movie screen\nElection night once in Franconia,\nWhen everything had gone Republican\nAnd Democrats were sore in need of comfort:\nEaston goes Democratic, Wilson 4\nHughes 2. And everybody to the saddest\nLaughed the loud laugh, the big laugh at the little.\nNew York (five million) laughs at Manchester,\nManchester (sixty or seventy thousand) laughs\nAt Littleton (four thousand), Littleton\nLaughs at Franconia (seven hundred), and\nFranconia laughs, I fear,—did laugh that night—\nAt Easton. What has Easton left to laugh at,\nAnd like the actress exclaim, ‘Oh my God’ at?\nThere’s Bungey; and for Bungey there are towns,\nWhole townships named but without population.\n\nAnything I can say about New Hampshire\nWill serve almost as well about Vermont,\nExcepting that they differ in their mountains.\nThe Vermont mountains stretch extended straight;\nNew Hampshire mountains curl up in a coil.\n\nI had been coming to New Hampshire mountains.\nAnd here I am and what am I to say?\nHere first my theme becomes embarrassing.\nEmerson said, ‘The God who made New Hampshire\nTaunted the lofty land with little men.’\nAnother Massachusetts poet said,\n‘I go no more to summer in New Hampshire.\nI’ve given up my summer place in Dublin.’\nBut when I asked to know what ailed New Hampshire,\nShe said she couldn’t stand the people in it,\nThe little men (it’s Massachusetts speaking).\nAnd when I asked to know what ailed the people,\nShe said, ‘Go read your own books and find out.’\nI may as well confess myself the author\nOf several books against the world in general.\nTo take them as against a special state\nOr even nation’s to restrict my meaning.\nI’m what is called a sensibilitist,\nOr otherwise an environmentalist.\nI refuse to adapt myself a mite\nTo any change from hot to cold, from wet\nTo dry, from poor to rich, or back again.\nI make a virtue of my suffering\nFrom nearly everything that goes on round me.\nIn other words, I know wherever I am,\nBeing the creature of literature I am,\nI shall not lack for pain to keep me awake.\nKit Marlowe taught me how to say my prayers:\n‘Why, this is Hell, nor am I out of it.’\nSamoa, Russia, Ireland I complain of,\nNo less than England, France and Italy.\nBecause I wrote my novels in New Hampshire\nIs no proof that I aimed them at New Hampshire.\n\nWhen I left Massachusetts years ago\nBetween two days, the reason why I sought\nNew Hampshire, not Connecticut,\nRhode Island, New York, or Vermont was this:\nWhere I was living then, New Hampshire offered\nThe nearest boundary to escape across.\nI hadn’t an illusion in my hand-bag\nAbout the people being better there\nThan those I left behind. I thought they weren’t.\nI thought they couldn’t be. And yet they were.\nI’d sure had no such friends in Massachusetts\nAs Hall of Windham, Gay of Atkinson,\nBartlett of Raymond (now of Colorado),\nHarris of Derry, and Lynch of Bethlehem.\n\nThe glorious bards of Massachusetts seem\nTo want to make New Hampshire people over.\nThey taunt the lofty land with little men.\nI don’t know what to say about the people.\nFor art’s sake one could almost wish them worse\nRather than better. How are we to write\nThe Russian novel in America\nAs long as life goes so unterribly?\nThere is the pinch from which our only outcry\nIn literature to date is heard to come.\nWe get what little misery we can\nOut of not having cause for misery.\nIt makes the guild of novel writers sick\nTo be expected to be Dostoievskis\nOn nothing worse than too much luck and comfort.\nThis is not sorrow, though; it’s just the vapors,\nAnd recognized as such in Russia itself\nUnder the new régime, and so forbidden.\nIf well it is with Russia, then feel free\nTo say so or be stood against the wall\nAnd shot. It’s Pollyanna now or death.\nThis, then, is the new freedom we hear tell of;\nAnd very sensible. No state can build\nA literature that shall at once be sound\nAnd sad on a foundation of well-being.\n\nTo show the level of intelligence\nAmong us: it was just a Warren farmer\nWhose horse had pulled him short up in the road\nBy me, a stranger. This is what he said,\nFrom nothing but embarrassment and want\nOf anything more sociable to say:\n‘You hear those hound-dogs sing on Moosilauke?\nWell they remind me of the hue and cry\nWe’ve heard against the Mid-Victorians\nAnd never rightly understood till Bryan\nRetired from politics and joined the chorus.\nThe matter with the Mid-Victorians\nSeems to have been a man named John L. Darwin.’\n‘Go ’long,’ I said to him, he to his horse.\n\nI knew a man who failing as a farmer\nBurned down his farmhouse for the fire insurance,\nAnd spent the proceeds on a telescope\nTo satisfy a life-long curiosity\nAbout our place among the infinities.\nAnd how was that for other-worldliness?\n\nIf I must choose which I would elevate—\nThe people or the already lofty mountains,\nI’d elevate the already lofty mountains.\nThe only fault I find with old New Hampshire\nIs that her mountains aren’t quite high enough.\nI was not always so; I’ve come to be so.\nHow, to my sorrow, how have I attained\nA height from which to look down critical\nOn mountains? What has given me assurance\nTo say what height becomes New Hampshire mountains,\nOr any mountains? Can it be some strength\nI feel as of an earthquake in my back\nTo heave them higher to the morning star?\nCan it be foreign travel in the Alps?\nOr having seen and credited a moment\nThe solid moulding of vast peaks of cloud\nBehind the pitiful reality\nOf Lincoln, Lafayette and Liberty?\nOr some such sense as says how high shall jet\nThe fountain in proportion to the basin?\nNo, none of these has raised me to my throne\nOf intellectual dissatisfaction,\nBut the sad accident of having seen\nOur actual mountains given in a map\nOf early times as twice the height they are—\nTen thousand feet instead of only five—\nWhich shows how sad an accident may be.\nFive thousand is no longer high enough.\nWhereas I never had a good idea\nAbout improving people in the world,\nHere I am over-fertile in suggestion,\nAnd cannot rest from planning day or night\nHow high I’d thrust the peaks in summer snow\nTo tap the upper sky and draw a flow\nOf frosty night air on the vale below\nDown from the stars to freeze the dew as starry.\n\nThe more the sensibilitist I am\nThe more I seem to want my mountains wild;\nThe way the wiry gang-boss liked the log-jam.\nAfter he’d picked the lock and got it started,\nHe dodged a log that lifted like an arm\nAgainst the sky to break his back for him,\nThen came in dancing, skipping, with his life\nAcross the roar and chaos, and the words\nWe saw him say along the zigzag journey\nWere doubtless as the words we heard him say\nOn coming nearer: ‘Wasn’t she an i -deal\nSon-of-a-bitch? You bet she was an i -deal.’\n\nFor all her mountains fall a little short,\nHer people not quite short enough for Art,\nShe’s still New Hampshire, a most restful state.\n\nLately in converse with a New York alec\nAbout the new school of the pseudo-phallic,\nI found myself in a close corner where\nI had to make an almost funny choice.\n‘Choose you which you will be—a prude, or puke,\nMewling and puking in the public arms.’\n‘Me for the hills where I don’t have to choose.’\n‘But if you had to choose, which would you be?’\nI wouldn’t be a prude afraid of nature.\nI know a man who took a double axe\nAnd went alone against a grove of trees;\nBut his heart failing him, he dropped the axe\nAnd ran for shelter quoting Matthew Arnold:\n‘Nature is cruel, man is sick of blood;\nThere’s been enough shed without shedding mine.\nRemember Birnam Wood! The wood’s in flux!’\nHe had a special terror of the flux\nThat showed itself in dendrophobia.\nThe only decent tree had been to mill\nAnd educated into boards, he said.\nHe knew too well for any earthly use\nThe line where man leaves off and nature starts,\nAnd never over-stepped it save in dreams.\nHe stood on the safe side of the line talking;\nWhich is sheer Matthew Arnoldism,\nThe cult of one who owned himself ‘a foiled,\nCircuitous wanderer,’ and ‘took dejectedly\nHis seat upon the intellectual throne.’\nAgreed in frowning on these improvised\nAltars the woods are full of nowadays,\nAgain as in the days when Ahaz sinned\nBy worship under green trees in the open.\nScarcely a mile but that I come on one,\nA black-cheeked stone and stick of rain-washed charcoal.\nEven to say the groves were God’s first temples\nComes too near to Ahaz’ sin for safety.\nNothing not built with hands of course is sacred.\nBut here is not a question of what’s sacred;\nRather of what to face or run away from.\nI’d hate to be a runaway from nature.\nAnd neither would I choose to be a puke\nWho cares not what he does in company,\nAnd, when he can’t do anything, falls back\nOn words, and tries his worst to make words speak\nLouder than actions, and sometimes achieves it.\nIt seems a narrow choice the age insists on.\nHow about being a good Greek, for instance?\nThat course, they tell me, isn’t offered this year.\n‘Come, but this isn’t choosing—puke or prude?’\nWell, if I have to choose one or the other,\nI choose to be a plain New Hampshire farmer\nWith an income in cash of say a thousand\n(From say a publisher in New York City).\nIt’s restful to arrive at a decision,\nAnd restful just to think about New Hampshire\nAt present I am living in Vermont.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#New_Hampshire","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"New_Hampshire","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-A_Star_in_a_Stone-Boat","title":"A Star in a Stone-Boat","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Never tell me that not one star of all\nThat slip from heaven at night and softly fall\nHas been picked up with stones to build a wall.\n\nSome laborer found one faded and stone cold,\nAnd saving that its weight suggested gold,\nAnd tugged it from his first too certain hold,\n\nHe noticed nothing in it to remark.\nHe was not used to handling stars thrown dark\nAnd lifeless from an interrupted arc.\n\nHe did not recognize in that smooth coal\nThe one thing palpable besides the soul\nTo penetrate the air in which we roll.\n\nHe did not see how like a flying thing\nIt brooded ant-eggs, and had one large wing,\nOne not so large for flying in a ring,\n\nAnd a long Bird of Paradise’s tail,\n(Though these when not in use to fly and trail\nIt drew back in its body like a snail);\n\nNor know that he might move it from the spot,\nThe harm was done; from having been star-shot\nThe very nature of the soil was hot\n\nAnd burning to yield flowers instead of grain,\nFlowers fanned and not put out by all the rain\nPoured on them by his prayers prayed in vain.\n\nHe moved it roughly with an iron bar,\nHe loaded an old stone-boat with the star\nAnd not, as you might think, a flying car,\n\nSuch as even poets would admit perforce\nMore practical than Pegasus the horse\nIf it could put a star back in its course.\n\nHe dragged it through the ploughed ground at a pace\nBut faintly reminiscent of the race\nOf jostling rock in interstellar space.\n\nIt went for building stone, and I, as though\nCommanded in a dream, forever go\nTo right the wrong that this should have been so.\n\nYet ask where else it could have gone as well,\nI do not know—I cannot stop to tell:\nHe might have left it lying where it fell.\n\nFrom following walls I never lift my eye\nExcept at night to places in the sky\nWhere showers of charted meteors let fly.\n\nSome may know what they seek in school and church,\nAnd why they seek it there; for what I search\nI must go measuring stone walls, perch on perch;\n\nSure that though not a star of death and birth,\nSo not to be compared, perhaps, in worth\nTo such resorts of life as Mars and Earth,\n\nThough not, I say, a star of death and sin,\nIt yet has poles, and only needs a spin\nTo show its worldly nature and begin\n\nTo chafe and shuffle in my calloused palm\nAnd run off in strange tangents with my arm\nAs fish do with the line in first alarm.\n\nSuch as it is, it promises the prize\nOf the one world complete in any size\nThat I am like to compass, fool or wise.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#A_Star_in_a_Stone-Boat","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"A_Star_in_a_Stone-Boat","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Census-Taker","title":"The Census-Taker","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I came an errand one cloud-blowing evening\nTo a slab-built, black-paper-covered house\nOf one room and one window and one door,\nThe only dwelling in a waste cut over\nA hundred square miles round it in the mountains:\nAnd that not dwelt in now by men or women.\n(It never had been dwelt in, though, by women,\nSo what is this I make a sorrow of?)\nI came as census-taker to the waste\nTo count the people in it and found none,\nNone in the hundred miles, none in the house,\nWhere I came last with some hope, but not much\nAfter hours’ overlooking from the cliffs\nAn emptiness flayed to the very stone.\nI found no people that dared show themselves,\nNone not in hiding from the outward eye.\nThe time was autumn, but how anyone\nCould tell the time of year when every tree\nThat could have dropped a leaf was down itself\nAnd nothing but the stump of it was left\nNow bringing out its rings in sugar of pitch;\nAnd every tree up stood a rotting trunk\nWithout a single leaf to spend on autumn,\nOr branch to whistle after what was spent.\nPerhaps the wind the more without the help\nOf breathing trees said something of the time\nOf year or day the way it swung a door\nForever off the latch, as if rude men\nPassed in and slammed it shut each one behind him\nFor the next one to open for himself.\nI counted nine I had no right to count\n(But this was dreamy unofficial counting)\nBefore I made the tenth across the threshold.\nWhere was my supper? Where was anyone’s?\nNo lamp was lit. Nothing was on the table.\nThe stove was cold—the stove was off the chimney—\nAnd down by one side where it lacked a leg.\nThe people that had loudly passed the door\nWere people to the ear but not the eye.\nThey were not on the table with their elbows.\nThey were not sleeping in the shelves of bunks.\nI saw no men there and no bones of men there.\nI armed myself against such bones as might be\nWith the pitch-blackened stub of an axe-handle\nI picked up off the straw-dust covered floor.\nNot bones, but the ill-fitted window rattled.\nThe door was still because I held it shut\nWhile I thought what to do that could be done—\nAbout the house—about the people not there.\nThis house in one year fallen to decay\nFilled me with no less sorrow than the houses\nFallen to ruin in ten thousand years\nWhere Asia wedges Africa from Europe.\nNothing was left to do that I could see\nUnless to find that there was no one there\nAnd declare to the cliffs too far for echo,\n‘The place is desert and let whoso lurks\nIn silence, if in this he is aggrieved,\nBreak silence now or be forever silent.\nLet him say why it should not be declared so.’\nThe melancholy of having to count souls\nWhere they grow fewer and fewer every year\nIs extreme where they shrink to none at all.\nIt must be I want life to go on living.","themes":["nature","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Census-Taker","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Census-Taker","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Star-Splitter","title":"The Star-Splitter","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"‘You know Orion always comes up sideways.\nThrowing a leg up over our fence of mountains,\nAnd rising on his hands, he looks in on me\nBusy outdoors by lantern-light with something\nI should have done by daylight, and indeed,\nAfter the ground is frozen, I should have done\nBefore it froze, and a gust flings a handful\nOf waste leaves at my smoky lantern chimney\nTo make fun of my way of doing things,\nOr else fun of Orion’s having caught me.\nHas a man, I should like to ask, no rights\nThese forces are obliged to pay respect to?’\nSo Brad McLaughlin mingled reckless talk\nOf heavenly stars with hugger-mugger farming,\nTill having failed at hugger-mugger farming,\nHe burned his house down for the fire insurance\nAnd spent the proceeds on a telescope\nTo satisfy a life-long curiosity\nAbout our place among the infinities.\n\n‘What do you want with one of those blame things?’\nI asked him well beforehand. ‘Don’t you get one!’\n‘Don’t call it blamed; there isn’t anything\nMore blameless in the sense of being less\nA weapon in our human fight,’ he said.\n‘I’ll have one if I sell my farm to buy it.’\nThere where he moved the rocks to plow the ground\nAnd plowed between the rocks he couldn’t move,\nFew farms changed hands; so rather than spend years\nTrying to sell his farm and then not selling,\nHe burned his house down for the fire insurance\nAnd bought the telescope with what it came to.\nHe had been heard to say by several:\n‘The best thing that we’re put here for’s to see;\nThe strongest thing that’s given us to see with’s\nA telescope. Someone in every town\nSeems to me owes it to the town to keep one.\nIn Littleton it may as well be me.’\nAfter such loose talk it was no surprise\nWhen he did what he did and burned his house down.\n\nMean laughter went about the town that day\nTo let him know we weren’t the least imposed on,\nAnd he could wait—we’d see to him to-morrow.\nBut the first thing next morning we reflected\nIf one by one we counted people out\nFor the least sin, it wouldn’t take us long\nTo get so we had no one left to live with.\nFor to be social is to be forgiving.\nOur thief, the one who does our stealing from us,\nWe don’t cut off from coming to church suppers,\nBut what we miss we go to him and ask for.\nHe promptly gives it back, that is if still\nUneaten, unworn out, or undisposed of.\nIt wouldn’t do to be too hard on Brad\nAbout his telescope. Beyond the age\nOf being given one’s gift for Christmas,\nHe had to take the best way he knew how\nTo find himself in one. Well, all we said was\nHe took a strange thing to be roguish over.\nSome sympathy was wasted on the house,\nA good old-timer dating back along;\nBut a house isn’t sentient; the house\nDidn’t feel anything. And if it did,\nWhy not regard it as a sacrifice,\nAnd an old-fashioned sacrifice by fire,\nInstead of a new-fashioned one at auction?\n\nOut of a house and so out of a farm\nAt one stroke (of a match), Brad had to turn\nTo earn a living on the Concord railroad,\nAs under-ticket-agent at a station\nWhere his job, when he wasn’t selling tickets,\nWas setting out up track and down, not plants\nAs on a farm, but planets, evening stars\nThat varied in their hue from red to green.\n\nHe got a good glass for six hundred dollars.\nHis new job gave him leisure for star-gazing.\nOften he bid me come and have a look\nUp the brass barrel, velvet black inside,\nAt a star quaking in the other end.\nI recollect a night of broken clouds\nAnd underfoot snow melted down to ice,\nAnd melting further in the wind to mud.\nBradford and I had out the telescope.\nWe spread our two legs as we spread its three,\nPointed our thoughts the way we pointed it,\nAnd standing at our leisure till the day broke,\nSaid some of the best things we ever said.\nThat telescope was christened the Star-splitter,\nBecause it didn’t do a thing but split\nA star in two or three the way you split\nA globule of quicksilver in your hand\nWith one stroke of your finger in the middle.\nIt’s a star-splitter if there ever was one\nAnd ought to do some good if splitting stars\n’Sa thing to be compared with splitting wood.\n\nWe’ve looked and looked, but after all where are we?\nDo we know any better where we are,\nAnd how it stands between the night to-night\nAnd a man with a smoky lantern chimney?\nHow different from the way it ever stood?","themes":["time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Star-Splitter","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Star-Splitter","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Maple","title":"Maple","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Her teacher’s certainty it must be Mabel\nMade Maple first take notice of her name.\nShe asked her father and he told her ‘Maple—\nMaple is right.’\n\n‘But teacher told the school\nThere’s no such name.’\n\n‘Teachers don’t know as much\nAs fathers about children, you tell teacher.\nYou tell her that it’s M-A-P-L-E.\nYou ask her if she knows a maple tree.\nWell, you were named after a maple tree.\nYour mother named you. You and she just saw\nEach other in passing in the room upstairs,\nOne coming this way into life, and one\nGoing the other out of life—you know?\nSo you can’t have much recollection of her.\nShe had been having a long look at you.\nShe put her finger in your cheek so hard\nIt must have made your dimple there, and said,\n“Maple.” I said it too: “Yes, for her name.”\nShe nodded. So we’re sure there’s no mistake.\nI don’t know what she wanted it to mean,\nBut it seems like some word she left to bid you\nBe a good girl—be like a maple tree.\nHow like a maple tree’s for us to guess.\nOr for a little girl to guess sometime.\nNot now—at least I shouldn’t try too hard now.\nBy and by I will tell you all I know\nAbout the different trees, and something, too,\nAbout your mother that perhaps may help.’\nDangerous self-arousing words to sow.\nLuckily all she wanted of her name then\nWas to rebuke her teacher with it next day,\nAnd give the teacher a scare as from her father.\nAnything further had been wasted on her,\nOr so he tried to think to avoid blame.\nShe would forget it. She all but forgot it.\nWhat he sowed with her slept so long a sleep,\nAnd came so near death in the dark of years,\nThat when it woke and came to life again\nThe flower was different from the parent seed.\nIt came back vaguely at the glass one day,\nAs she stood saying her name over aloud,\nStriking it gently across her lowered eyes\nTo make it go well with the way she looked.\nWhat was it about her name? Its strangeness lay\nIn having too much meaning. Other names,\nAs Lesley, Carol, Irma, Marjorie,\nSignified nothing. Rose could have a meaning,\nBut hadn’t as it went. (She knew a Rose.)\nThis difference from other names it was\nMade people notice it—and notice her.\n(They either noticed it, or got it wrong.)\nHer problem was to find out what it asked\nIn dress or manner of the girl who bore it.\nIf she could form some notion of her mother—\nWhat she had thought was lovely, and what good.\nThis was her mother’s childhood home;\nThe house one story high in front, three stories\nOn the end it presented to the road.\n(The arrangement made a pleasant sunny cellar.)\nHer mother’s bedroom was her father’s yet,\nWhere she could watch her mother’s picture fading.\nOnce she found for a bookmark in the Bible\nA maple leaf she thought must have been laid\nIn wait for her there. She read every word\nOf the two pages it was pressed between\nAs if it was her mother speaking to her.\nBut forgot to put the leaf back in closing\nAnd lost the place never to read again.\nShe was sure, though, there had been nothing in it.\n\nSo she looked for herself, as everyone\nLooks for himself, more or less outwardly.\nAnd her self seeking, fitful though it was,\nMay still have been what led her on to read,\nAnd think a little, and get some city schooling.\nShe learned shorthand, whatever shorthand may\nHave had to do with it—she sometimes wondered.\nSo, till she found herself in a strange place\nFor the name Maple to have brought her to;\nTaking dictation on a paper pad,\nAnd in the pauses when she raised her eyes\nWatching out of a nineteenth story window\nAn airship laboring with unship-like motion\nAnd a vague all-disturbing roar above the river\nBeyond the highest city built with hands.\nSomeone was saying in such natural tones\nShe almost wrote the words down on her knee,\n‘Do you know you remind me of a tree—\nA maple tree?’\n\n‘Because my name is Maple?’\n\n‘Isn’t it Mabel? I thought it was Mabel.’\n\n‘No doubt you’ve heard the office call me Mabel.\nI have to let them call me what they like.’\n\nThey were both stirred that he should have divined\nWithout the name her personal mystery.\nIt made it seem as if there must be something\nShe must have missed herself. So they were married,\nAnd took the fancy home with them to live by.\n\nThey went on pilgrimage once to her father’s\n(The house one story high in front, three stories\nOn the side it presented to the road)\nTo see if there was not some special tree\nShe might have overlooked. They could find none,\nNot so much as a single tree for shade,\nLet alone grove of trees for sugar orchard.\nShe told him of the bookmark maple leaf\nIn the big Bible, and all she remembered\nOf the place marked with it—‘Wave offering,\nSomething about wave offering, it said.’\n\n‘You’ve never asked your father outright, have you?’\n\n‘I have, and been put off sometime, I think.’\n(This was her faded memory of the way\nOnce long ago her father had put himself off.)\n\n‘Because no telling but it may have been\nSomething between your father and your mother\nNot meant for us at all.’\n\n‘Not meant for me?\nWhere would the fairness be in giving me\nA name to carry for life, and never know\nThe secret of?’\n\n‘And then it may have been\nSomething a father couldn’t tell a daughter\nAs well as could a mother. And again\nIt may have been their one lapse into fancy\n’Twould be too bad to make him sorry for\nBy bringing it up to him when he was too old.\nYour father feels us round him with our questing,\nAnd holds us off unnecessarily,\nAs if he didn’t know what little thing\nMight lead us on to a discovery.\nIt was as personal as he could be\nAbout the way he saw it was with you\nTo say your mother, had she lived, would be\nAs far again as from being born to bearing.’\n\n‘Just one look more with what you say in mind.\nAnd I give up’; which last look came to nothing.\nBut, though they now gave up the search forever,\nThey clung to what one had seen in the other\nBy inspiration. It proved there was something.\nThey kept their thoughts away from when the maples\nStood uniform in buckets, and the steam\nOf sap and snow rolled off the sugar house.\nWhen they made her related to the maples,\nIt was the tree the autumn fire ran through\nAnd swept of leathern leaves, but left the bark\nUnscorched, unblackened, even, by any smoke.\nThey always took their holidays in autumn.\nOnce they came on a maple in a glade,\nStanding alone with smooth arms lifted up,\nAnd every leaf of foliage she’d worn\nLaid scarlet and pale pink about her feet.\nBut its age kept them from considering this one.\nTwenty-five years ago at Maple’s naming\nIt hardly could have been a two-leaved seedling\nThe next cow might have licked up out at pasture.\nCould it have been another maple like it?\nThey hovered for a moment near discovery,\nFigurative enough to see the symbol,\nBut lacking faith in anything to mean\nThe same at different times to different people.\nPerhaps a filial diffidence partly kept them\nFrom thinking it could be a thing so bridal.\nAnd anyway it came too late for Maple.\nShe used her hands to cover up her eyes.\n‘We would not see the secret if we could now:\nWe are not looking for it any more.’\n\nThus had a name with meaning, given in death,\nMade a girl’s marriage, and ruled in her life.\nNo matter that the meaning was not clear.\nA name with meaning could bring up a child,\nTaking the child out of the parents’ hands.\nBetter a meaningless name, I should say,\nAs leaving more to nature and happy chance.\nName children some names and see what you do.","themes":["nature","time","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Maple","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Maple","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Axe-Helve","title":"The Axe-Helve","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I’ve known ere now an interfering branch\nOf alder catch my lifted axe behind me.\nBut that was in the woods, to hold my hand\nFrom striking at another alder’s roots,\nAnd that was, as I say, an alder branch.\nThis was a man, Baptiste, who stole one day\nBehind me on the snow in my own yard\nWhere I was working at the chopping-block,\nAnd cutting nothing not cut down already.\nHe caught my axe expertly on the rise,\nWhen all my strength put forth was in his favor,\nHeld it a moment where it was, to calm me,\nThen took it from me—and I let him take it.\nI didn’t know him well enough to know\nWhat it was all about. There might be something\nHe had in mind to say to a bad neighbor\nHe might prefer to say to him disarmed.\nBut all he had to tell me in French-English\nWas what he thought of—not me, but my axe;\nMe only as I took my axe to heart.\nIt was the bad axe-helve some one had sold me—\n‘Made on machine,’ he said, ploughing the grain\nWith a thick thumbnail to show how it ran\nAcross the handle’s long drawn serpentine,\nLike the two strokes across a dollar sign.\n‘You give her one good crack, she’s snap raght off.\nDen where’s your hax-ead flying t’rough de hair?’\nAdmitted; and yet, what was that to him?\n\n‘Come on my house and I put you one in\nWhat’s las’ awhile—good hick’ry what’s grow crooked,\nDe second growt’ I cut myself—tough, tough!’\n\nSomething to sell? That wasn’t how it sounded.\n\n‘Den when you say you come? It’s cost you nothing.\nTo-naght?’\n\nAs well to-night as any night.\n\nBeyond an over-warmth of kitchen stove\nMy welcome differed from no other welcome.\nBaptiste knew best why I was where I was.\nSo long as he would leave enough unsaid,\nI shouldn’t mind his being overjoyed\n(If overjoyed he was) at having got me\nWhere I must judge if what he knew about an axe\nThat not everybody else knew was to count\nFor nothing in the measure of a neighbor.\nHard if, though cast away for life with Yankees,\nA Frenchman couldn’t get his human rating!\n\nMrs. Baptiste came in and rocked a chair\nThat had as many motions as the world:\nOne back and forward, in and out of shadow,\nThat got her nowhere; one more gradual,\nSideways, that would have run her on the stove\nIn time, had she not realized her danger\nAnd caught herself up bodily, chair and all,\nAnd set herself back where she started from.\n‘She ain’t spick too much Henglish—dat’s too bad.’\n\nI was afraid, in brightening first on me,\nThen on Baptiste, as if she understood\nWhat passed between us, she was only feigning.\nBaptiste was anxious for her; but no more\nThan for himself, so placed he couldn’t hope\nTo keep his bargain of the morning with me\nIn time to keep me from suspecting him\nOf really never having meant to keep it.\n\nNeedlessly soon he had his axe-helves out,\nA quiverful to choose from, since he wished me\nTo have the best he had, or had to spare—\nNot for me to ask which, when what he took\nHad beauties he had to point me out at length\nTo insure their not being wasted on me.\nHe liked to have it slender as a whipstock,\nFree from the least knot, equal to the strain\nOf bending like a sword across the knee.\nHe showed me that the lines of a good helve\nWere native to the grain before the knife\nExpressed them, and its curves were no false curves\nPut on it from without. And there its strength lay\nFor the hard work. He chafed its long white body\nFrom end to end with his rough hand shut round it.\nHe tried it at the eye-hole in the axe-head.\n‘Hahn, hahn,’ he mused, ‘don’t need much taking down.’\nBaptiste knew how to make a short job long\nFor love of it, and yet not waste time either.\n\nDo you know, what we talked about was knowledge?\nBaptiste on his defence about the children\nHe kept from school, or did his best to keep—\nWhatever school and children and our doubts\nOf laid-on education had to do\nWith the curves of his axe-helves and his having\nUsed these unscrupulously to bring me\nTo see for once the inside of his house.\nWas I desired in friendship, partly as some one\nTo leave it to, whether the right to hold\nSuch doubts of education should depend\nUpon the education of those who held them?\n\nBut now he brushed the shavings from his knee\nAnd stood the axe there on its horse’s hoof,\nErect, but not without its waves, as when\nThe snake stood up for evil in the Garden,—\nTop-heavy with a heaviness his short,\nThick hand made light of, steel-blue chin drawn down\nAnd in a little—a French touch in that.\nBaptiste drew back and squinted at it, pleased;\n‘See how she’s cock her head!’","themes":["love","hope","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Axe-Helve","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Axe-Helve","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Grindstone","title":"The Grindstone","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Having a wheel and four legs of its own\nHas never availed the cumbersome grindstone\nTo get it anywhere that I can see.\nThese hands have helped it go, and even race;\nNot all the motion, though, they ever lent,\nNot all the miles it may have thought it went,\nHave got it one step from the starting place.\nIt stands beside the same old apple tree.\nThe shadow of the apple tree is thin\nUpon it now, its feet are fast in snow.\nAll other farm machinery’s gone in,\nAnd some of it on no more legs and wheel\nThan the grindstone can boast to stand or go.\n(I’m thinking chiefly of the wheelbarrow.)\nFor months it hasn’t known the taste of steel,\nWashed down with rusty water in a tin.\nBut standing outdoors hungry, in the cold,\nExcept in towns at night, is not a sin.\nAnd, anyway, its standing in the yard\nUnder a ruinous live apple tree\nHas nothing any more to do with me,\nExcept that I remember how of old\nOne summer day, all day I drove it hard,\nAnd someone mounted on it rode it hard,\nAnd he and I between us ground a blade.\n\nI gave it the preliminary spin,\nAnd poured on water (tears it might have been);\nAnd when it almost gayly jumped and flowed,\nA Father-Time-like man got on and rode,\nArmed with a scythe and spectacles that glowed.\nHe turned on will-power to increase the load\nAnd slow me down—and I abruptly slowed,\nLike coming to a sudden railroad station.\nI changed from hand to hand in desperation.\nI wondered what machine of ages gone\nThis represented an improvement on.\nFor all I knew it may have sharpened spears\nAnd arrowheads itself. Much use for years\nHad gradually worn it an oblate\nSpheroid that kicked and struggled in its gait,\nAppearing to return me hate for hate;\n(But I forgive it now as easily\nAs any other boyhood enemy\nWhose pride has failed to get him anywhere).\nI wondered who it was the man thought ground—\nThe one who held the wheel back or the one\nWho gave his life to keep it going round?\nI wondered if he really thought it fair\nFor him to have the say when we were done.\nSuch were the bitter thoughts to which I turned.\n\nNot for myself was I so much concerned.\nOh no!—although, of course, I could have found\nA better way to pass the afternoon\nThan grinding discord out of a grindstone,\nAnd beating insects at their gritty tune.\nNor was I for the man so much concerned.\nOnce when the grindstone almost jumped its bearing\nIt looked as if he might be badly thrown\nAnd wounded on his blade. So far from caring,\nI laughed inside, and only cranked the faster,\n(It ran as if it wasn’t greased but glued);\nI’d welcome any moderate disaster\nThat might be calculated to postpone\nWhat evidently nothing could conclude.\nThe thing that made me more and more afraid\nWas that we’d ground it sharp and hadn’t known,\nAnd now were only wasting precious blade.\nAnd when he raised it dripping once and tried\nThe creepy edge of it with wary touch,\nAnd viewed it over his glasses funny-eyed,\nOnly disinterestedly to decide\nIt needed a turn more, I could have cried\nWasn’t there danger of a turn too much?\nMightn’t we make it worse instead of better?\nI was for leaving something to the whetter.\nWhat if it wasn’t all it should be? I’d\nBe satisfied if he’d be satisfied.","themes":["nature","grief","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Grindstone","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Grindstone","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Pauls_Wife","title":"Paul’s Wife","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"To drive Paul out of any lumber camp\nAll that was needed was to say to him,\n‘How is the wife, Paul?’—and he’d disappear.\nSome said it was because he had no wife,\nAnd hated to be twitted on the subject.\nOthers because he’d come within a day\nOr so of having one, and then been jilted.\nOthers because he’d had one once, a good one,\nWho’d run away with some one else and left him.\nAnd others still because he had one now\nHe only had to be reminded of,—\nHe was all duty to her in a minute:\nHe had to run right off to look her up,\nAs if to say, ‘That’s so, how is my wife?\nI hope she isn’t getting into mischief.’\nNo one was anxious to get rid of Paul.\nHe’d been the hero of the mountain camps\nEver since, just to show them, he had slipped\nThe bark of a whole tamarack off whole,\nAs clean as boys do off a willow twig\nTo make a willow whistle on a Sunday\nIn April by subsiding meadow brooks.\nThey seemed to ask him just to see him go,\n‘How is the wife, Paul?’ and he always went.\nHe never stopped to murder anyone\nWho asked the question. He just disappeared—\nNobody knew in what direction,\nAlthough it wasn’t usually long\nBefore they heard of him in some new camp,\nThe same Paul at the same old feats of logging.\nThe question everywhere was why should Paul\nObject to being asked a civil question—\nA man you could say almost anything to\nShort of a fighting word. You have the answers.\nAnd there was one more not so fair to Paul:\nThat Paul had married a wife not his equal.\nPaul was ashamed of her. To match a hero,\nShe would have had to be a heroine;\nInstead of which she was some half-breed squaw.\nBut if the story Murphy told was true,\nShe wasn’t anything to be ashamed of.\n\nYou know Paul could do wonders. Everyone’s\nHeard how he thrashed the horses on a load\nThat wouldn’t budge until they simply stretched\nTheir rawhide harness from the load to camp.\nPaul told the boss the load would be all right,\n‘The sun will bring your load in’—and it did—\nBy shrinking the rawhide to natural length.\nThat’s what is called a stretcher. But I guess\nThe one about his jumping so’s to land\nWith both his feet at once against the ceiling,\nAnd then land safely right side up again,\nBack on the floor, is fact or pretty near fact.\nWell this is such a yarn. Paul sawed his wife\nOut of a white-pine log. Murphy was there,\nAnd, as you might say, saw the lady born.\nPaul worked at anything in lumbering.\nHe’d been hard at it taking boards away\nFor—I forget—the last ambitious sawyer\nTo want to find out if he couldn’t pile\nThe lumber on Paul till Paul begged for mercy.\nThey’d sliced the first slab off a big butt log,\nAnd the sawyer had slammed the carriage back\nTo slam end on again against the saw teeth.\nTo judge them by the way they caught themselves\nWhen they saw what had happened to the log,\nThey must have had a guilty expectation\nSomething was going to go with their slambanging.\nSomething had left a broad black streak of grease\nOn the new wood the whole length of the log\nExcept, perhaps, a foot at either end.\nBut when Paul put his finger in the grease,\nIt wasn’t grease at all, but a long slot.\nThe log was hollow. They were sawing pine.\n‘First time I ever saw a hollow pine.\nThat comes of having Paul around the place.\nTake it to hell for me,’ the sawyer said.\nEveryone had to have a look at it,\nAnd tell Paul what he ought to do about it.\n(They treated it as his.) ‘You take a jack-knife,\nAnd spread the opening, and you’ve got a dug-out\nAll dug to go a-fishing in.’ To Paul\nThe hollow looked too sound and clean and empty\nEver to have housed birds or beasts or bees.\nThere was no entrance for them to get in by.\nIt looked to him like some new kind of hollow\nHe thought he’d better take his jack-knife to.\nSo after work that evening he came back\nAnd let enough light into it by cutting\nTo see if it was empty. He made out in there\nA slender length of pith, or was it pith?\nIt might have been the skin a snake had cast\nAnd left stood up on end inside the tree\nThe hundred years the tree must have been growing.\nMore cutting and he had this in both hands,\nAnd, looking from it to the pond near by,\nPaul wondered how it would respond to water.\nNot a breeze stirred, but just the breath of air\nHe made in walking slowly to the beach\nBlew it once off his hands and almost broke it.\nHe laid it at the edge where it could drink.\nAt the first drink it rustled and grew limp.\nAt the next drink it grew invisible.\nPaul dragged the shallows for it with his fingers,\nAnd thought it must have melted. It was gone.\nAnd then beyond the open water, dim with midges,\nWhere the log drive lay pressed against the boom,\nIt slowly rose a person, rose a girl,\nHer wet hair heavy, on her like a helmet,\nWho, leaning on a log looked back at Paul.\nAnd that made Paul in turn look back\nTo see if it was anyone behind him\nThat she was looking at instead of him.\nMurphy had been there watching all the time,\nBut from a shed where neither of them could see him.\nThere was a moment of suspense in birth\nWhen the girl seemed too water-logged to live,\nBefore she caught her first breath with a gasp\nAnd laughed. Then she climbed slowly to her feet,\nAnd walked off talking to herself or Paul\nAcross the logs like backs of alligators,\nPaul taking after her around the pond.\n\nNext evening Murphy and some other fellows\nGot drunk, and tracked the pair up Catamount,\nFrom the bare top of which there is a view\nTo other hills across a kettle valley.\nAnd there, well after dark, let Murphy tell it,\nThey saw Paul and his creature keeping house.\nIt was the only glimpse that anyone\nHas had of Paul and her since Murphy saw them\nFalling in love across the twilight mill-pond.\nMore than a mile across the wilderness\nThey sat together half-way up a cliff\nIn a small niche let into it, the girl\nBrightly, as if a star played on the place,\nPaul darkly, like her shadow. All the light\nWas from the girl herself, though, not from a star,\nAs was apparent from what happened next.\nAll those great ruffians put their throats together,\nAnd let out a loud yell, and threw a bottle,\nAs a brute tribute of respect to beauty.\nOf course the bottle fell short by a mile,\nBut the shout reached the girl and put her light out.\nShe went out like a firefly, and that was all.\n\nSo there were witnesses that Paul was married,\nAnd not to anyone to be ashamed of.\nEveryone had been wrong in judging Paul.\nMurphy told me Paul put on all those airs\nAbout his wife to keep her to himself.\nPaul was what’s called a terrible possessor.\nOwning a wife with him meant owning her.\nShe wasn’t anybody else’s business,\nEither to praise her, or so much as name her,\nAnd he’d thank people not to think of her.\nMurphy’s idea was that a man like Paul\nWouldn’t be spoken to about a wife\nIn any way the world knew how to speak.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Pauls_Wife","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Pauls_Wife","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Wild_Grapes","title":"Wild Grapes","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"What tree may not the fig be gathered from?\nThe grape may not be gathered from the birch?\nIt’s all you know the grape, or know the birch.\nAs a girl gathered from the birch myself\nEqually with my weight in grapes, one autumn,\nI ought to know what tree the grape is fruit of.\nI was born, I suppose, like anyone,\nAnd grew to be a little boyish girl\nMy brother could not always leave at home.\nBut that beginning was wiped out in fear\nThe day I swung suspended with the grapes,\nAnd was come after like Eurydice\nAnd brought down safely from the upper regions;\nAnd the life I live now’s an extra life\nI can waste as I please on whom I please.\nSo if you see me celebrate two birthdays,\nAnd give myself out as two different ages,\nOne of them five years younger than I look—\n\nOne day my brother led me to a glade\nWhere a white birch he knew of stood alone,\nWearing a thin head-dress of pointed leaves,\nAnd heavy on her heavy hair behind,\nAgainst her neck, an ornament of grapes.\nGrapes, I knew grapes from having seen them last year.\nOne bunch of them, and there began to be\nBunches all round me growing in white birches,\nThe way they grew round Lief the Lucky’s German;\nMostly as much beyond my lifted hands, though,\nAs the moon used to seem when I was younger,\nAnd only freely to be had for climbing.\nMy brother did the climbing; and at first\nThrew me down grapes to miss and scatter\nAnd have to hunt for in sweet fern and hardhack;\nWhich gave him some time to himself to eat,\nBut not so much, perhaps, as a boy needed.\nSo then, to make me wholly self-supporting,\nHe climbed still higher and bent the tree to earth,\nAnd put it in my hands to pick my own grapes.\n‘Here, take a tree-top, I’ll get down another.\nHold on with all your might when I let go.’\nI said I had the tree. It wasn’t true.\nThe opposite was true. The tree had me.\nThe minute it was left with me alone\nIt caught me up as if I were the fish\nAnd it the fishpole. So I was translated\nTo loud cries from my brother of ‘Let go!\nDon’t you know anything, you girl? Let go!’\nBut I, with something of the baby grip\nAcquired ancestrally in just such trees\nWhen wilder mothers than our wildest now\nHung babies out on branches by the hands\nTo dry or wash or tan, I don’t know which\n(You’ll have to ask an evolutionist)—\nI held on uncomplainingly for life.\nMy brother tried to make me laugh to help me.\n‘What are you doing up there in those grapes?\nDon’t be afraid. A few of them won’t hurt you.\nI mean, they won’t pick you if you don’t them.’\nMuch danger of my picking anything!\nBy that time I was pretty well reduced\nTo a philosophy of hang-and-let-hang.\n‘Now you know how it feels,’ my brother said,\n‘To be a bunch of fox-grapes, as they call them,\nThat when it thinks it has escaped the fox\nBy growing where it shouldn’t—on a birch,\nWhere a fox wouldn’t think to look for it—\nAnd if he looked, and found it, couldn’t reach it—\nJust then come you and I to gather it.\nOnly you have the advantage of the grapes\nIn one way: you have one more stem to cling by,\nAnd promise more resistance to the picker.’\n\nOne by one I lost off my hat and shoes,\nAnd still I clung. I let my head fall back,\nAnd shut my eyes against the sun, my ears\nAgainst my brother’s nonsense; ‘Drop,’ he said,\n‘I’ll catch you in my arms. It isn’t far.’\n(Stated in lengths of him it might not be.)\n‘Drop or I’ll shake the tree and shake you down.’\nGrim silence on my part as I sank lower,\nMy small wrists stretching till they showed the banjo\n‘Why, if she isn’t serious about it!\nHold tight awhile till I think what to do.\nI’ll bend the tree down and let you down by it.’\nI don’t know much about the letting down;\nBut once I felt ground with my stocking feet\nAnd the world came revolving back to me,\nI know I looked long at my curled-up fingers,\nBefore I straightened them and brushed the bark off.\nMy brother said: ‘Don’t you weigh anything?\nTry to weigh something next time, so you won’t\nBe run off with by birch trees into space.’\n\nIt wasn’t my not weighing anything\nSo much as my not knowing anything—\nMy brother had been nearer right before.\nI had not taken the first step in knowledge;\nI had not learned to let go with the hands,\nAs still I have not learned to with the heart,\nAnd have no wish to with the heart—nor need,\nThat I can see. The mind—is not the heart.\nI may yet live, as I know others live,\nTo wish in vain to let go with the mind—\nOf cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me\nThat I need learn to let go with the heart.","themes":["love","nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Wild_Grapes","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Wild_Grapes","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Place_for_a_Third","title":"Place for a Third","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Nothing to say to all those marriages!\nShe had made three herself to three of his.\nThe score was even for them, three to three.\nBut come to die she found she cared so much:\nShe thought of children in a burial row;\nThree children in a burial row were sad.\nOne man’s three women in a burial row\nSomehow made her impatient with the man.\nAnd so she said to Laban, ‘You have done\nA good deal right; don’t do the last thing wrong.\nDon’t make me lie with those two other women.’\n\nLaban said, No, he would not make her lie\nWith anyone but that she had a mind to,\nIf that was how she felt, of course, he said.\nShe went her way. But Laban having caught\nThis glimpse of lingering person in Eliza,\nAnd anxious to make all he could of it\nWith something he remembered in himself,\nTried to think how he could exceed his promise,\nAnd give good measure to the dead, though than\nIf that was how she felt, he kept repeating.\nHis first thought under pressure was a grave\nIn a new boughten grave plot by herself,\nUnder he didn’t care how great a stone:\nHe’d sell a yoke of steers to pay for it.\nAnd weren’t there special cemetery flowers,\nThat, once grief sets to growing, grief may rest:\nThe flowers will go on with grief awhile,\nAnd no one seem neglecting or neglected?\nA prudent grief will not despise such aids.\nHe thought of evergreen and everlasting.\nAnd then he had a thought worth many of these.\nSomewhere must be the grave of the young boy\nWho married her for playmate more than helpmate,\nAnd sometimes laughed at what it was between them.\nHow would she like to sleep her last with him?\nWhere was his grave? Did Laban know his name?\n\nHe found the grave a town or two away,\nThe headstone cut with John, Beloved Husband ,\nBeside it room reserved, the say a sister’s,\nA never-married sister’s of that husband,\nWhether Eliza would be welcome there.\nThe dead was bound to silence: ask the sister.\nSo Laban saw the sister, and, saying nothing\nOf where Eliza wanted not to lie,\nAnd who had thought to lay her with her first love,\nBegged simply for the grave. The sister’s face\nFell all in wrinkles of responsibility.\nShe wanted to do right. She’d have to think.\nLaban was old and poor, yet seemed to care;\nAnd she was old and poor—but she cared, too.\nThey sat. She cast one dull, old look at him,\nThen turned him out to go on other errands\nShe said he might attend to in the village,\nWhile she made up her mind how much she cared—\nAnd how much Laban cared—and why he cared,\n(She made shrewd eyes to see where he came in.)\nShe’d looked Eliza up her second time,\nA widow at her second husband’s grave,\nAnd offered her a home to rest awhile\nBefore she went the poor man’s widow’s way,\nHousekeeping for the next man out of wedlock.\nShe and Eliza had been friends through all.\nWho was she to judge marriage in a world\nWhose Bible’s so confused in marriage counsel?\nThe sister had not come across this Laban;\nA decent product of life’s ironing-out;\nShe must not keep him waiting. Time would press\nBetween the death day and the funeral day.\nSo when she saw him coming in the street\nShe hurried her decision to be ready\nTo meet him with his answer at the door.\nLaban had known about what it would be\nFrom the way she had set her poor old mouth,\nTo do, as she had put it, what was right.\n\nShe gave it through the screen door closed between\n‘No, not with John. There wouldn’t be no sense.\nEliza’s had too many other men.’\n\nLaban was forced to fall back on his plan\nTo buy Eliza a plot to lie alone in:\nWhich gives him for himself a choice of lots\nWhen his time comes to die and settle down.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Place_for_a_Third","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Place_for_a_Third","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. The collection includes New Hampshire and West-Running Brook; later lifetime works are not claimed complete.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"c3d2f289eacce83c7bbb47d31b9b5f2abf7c9ca11979c8c1aad8b3c41e588aa4","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Two_Witches","title":"Two Witches","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I THE WITCH OF COÖS\n\nI staid the night for shelter at a farm\nBehind the mountain, with a mother and son,\nTwo old-believers. They did all the talking.\n\nMOTHER. Folks think a witch who has familiar spirits\nShe could call up to pass a winter evening,\nBut won’t, should be burned at the stake or something.\nSummoning spirits isn’t ‘Button, button,\nWho’s got the button,’ I would have them know.\n\nSON. Mother can make a common table rear\nAnd kick with two legs like an army mule.\n\nMOTHER. And when I’ve done it, what good have I done?\nRather than tip a table for you, let me\nTell you what Ralle the Sioux Control once told me.\nHe said the dead had souls, but when I asked him\nHow could that be—I thought the dead were souls,\nHe broke my trance. Don’t that make you suspicious\nThat there’s something the dead are keeping back?\nYes, there’s something the dead are keeping back.\n\nSON. You wouldn’t want to tell him what we have\nUp attic, mother?\n\nMOTHER. Bones—a skeleton.\n\nSON. But the headboard of mother’s bed is pushed\nAgainst the attic door: the door is nailed.\nIt’s harmless. Mother hears it in the night\nHalting perplexed behind the barrier\nOf door and headboard. Where it wants to get\nIs back into the cellar where it came from.\n\nMOTHER. We’ll never let them, will we, son! We’ll never!\n\nSON. It left the cellar forty years ago\nAnd carried itself like a pile of dishes\nUp one flight from the cellar to the kitchen,\nAnother from the kitchen to the bedroom,\nAnother from the bedroom to the attic,\nRight past both father and mother, and neither stopped it.\nFather had gone upstairs; mother was downstairs.\nI was a baby: I don’t know where I was.\n\nMOTHER. The only fault my husband found with me—\nI went to sleep before I went to bed,\nEspecially in winter when the bed\nMight just as well be ice and the clothes snow.\nThe night the bones came up the cellar-stairs\nToffile had gone to bed alone and left me,\nBut left an open door to cool the room off\nSo as to sort of turn me out of it.\nI was just coming to myself enough\nTo wonder where the cold was coming from,\nWhen I heard Toffile upstairs in the bedroom\nAnd thought I heard him downstairs in the cellar.\nThe board we had laid down to walk dry-shod on\nWhen there was water in the cellar in spring\nStruck the hard cellar bottom. And then someone\nBegan the stairs, two footsteps for each step,\nThe way a man with one leg and a crutch,\nOr a little child, comes up. It wasn’t Toffile:\nIt wasn’t anyone who could be there.\nThe bulkhead double-doors were double-locked\nAnd swollen tight and buried under snow.\nThe cellar windows were banked up with sawdust\nAnd swollen tight and buried under snow.\nIt was the bones. I knew them—and good reason.\nMy first impulse was to get to the knob\nAnd hold the door. But the bones didn’t try\nThe door; they halted helpless on the landing,\nWaiting for things to happen in their favor.\nThe faintest restless rustling ran all through them.\nI never could have done the thing I did\nIf the wish hadn’t been too strong in me\nTo see how they were mounted for this walk.\nI had a vision of them put together\nNot like a man, but like a chandelier.\nSo suddenly I flung the door wide on him.\nA moment he stood balancing with emotion,\nAnd all but lost himself. (A tongue of fire\nFlashed out and licked along his upper teeth.\nSmoke rolled inside the sockets of his eyes.)\nThen he came at me with one hand outstretched,\nThe way he did in life once; but this time\nI struck the hand off brittle on the floor,\nAnd fell back from him on the floor myself.\nThe finger-pieces slid in all directions.\n(Where did I see one of those pieces lately?\nHand me my button-box—it must be there.)\nI sat up on the floor and shouted, ‘Toffile,\nIt’s coming up to you.’ It had its choice\nOf the door to the cellar or the hall.\nIt took the hall door for the novelty,\nAnd set off briskly for so slow a thing,\nStill going every which way in the joints, though,\nSo that it looked like lightning or a scribble,\nFrom the slap I had just now given its hand.\nI listened till it almost climbed the stairs\nFrom the hall to the only finished bedroom,\nBefore I got up to do anything;\nThen ran and shouted, ‘Shut the bedroom door,\nToffile, for my sake!’ ‘Company?’ he said,\n‘Don’t make me get up; I’m too warm in bed.’\nSo lying forward weakly on the handrail\nI pushed myself upstairs, and in the light\n(The kitchen had been dark) I had to own\nI could see nothing. ‘Toffile, I don’t see it.\nIt’s with us in the room though. It’s the bones.’\n‘What bones?’ ‘The cellar bones—out of the grave.’\nThat made him throw his bare legs out of bed\nAnd sit up by me and take hold of me.\nI wanted to put out the light and see\nIf I could see it, or else mow the room,\nWith our arms at the level of our knees,\nAnd bring the chalk-pile down. ‘I’ll tell you what—\nIt’s looking for another door to try.\nThe uncommonly deep snow has made him think\nOf his old song, The Wild Colonial Boy ,\nHe always used to sing along the tote-road.\nHe’s after an open door to get out-doors.\nLet’s trap him with an open door up attic.’\nToffile agreed to that, and sure enough,\nAlmost the moment he was given an opening,\nThe steps began to climb the attic stairs.\nI heard them. Toffile didn’t seem to hear them.\n‘Quick!’ I slammed to the door and held the knob.\n‘Toffile, get nails.’ I made him nail the door shut,\nAnd push the headboard of the bed against it.\nThen we asked was there anything\nUp attic that we’d ever want again.\nThe attic was less to us than the cellar.\nIf the bones liked the attic, let them have it.\nLet them stay in the attic. When they sometimes\nCome down the stairs at night and stand perplexed\nBehind the door and headboard of the bed,\nBrushing their chalky skull with chalky fingers,\nWith sounds like the dry rattling of a shutter,\nThat’s what I sit up in the dark to say—\nTo no one any more since Toffile died.\nLet them stay in the attic since they went there.\nI promised Toffile to be cruel to them\nFor helping them be cruel once to him.\n\nSON. We think they had a grave down in the cellar.\n\nMOTHER. We know they had a grave down in the cellar.\n\nSON. We never could find out whose bones they were.\n\nMOTHER. Yes, we could too, son. Tell the truth for once.\nThey were a man’s his father killed for me.\nI mean a man he killed instead of me.\nThe least I could do was to help dig their grave.\nWe were about it one night in the cellar.\nSon knows the story: but ’twas not for him\nTo tell the truth, suppose the time had come.\nSon looks surprised to see me end a lie\nWe’d kept all these years between ourselves\nSo as to have it ready for outsiders.\nBut tonight I don’t care enough to lie—\nI don’t remember why I ever cared.\nToffile, if he were here, I don’t believe\nCould tell you why he ever cared himself....\n\nShe hadn’t found the finger-bone she wanted\nAmong the buttons poured out in her lap.\nI verified the name next morning: Toffile.\nThe rural letter-box said Toffile Lajway.\n\nII THE PAUPER WITCH OF GRAFTON\n\nNow that they’ve got it settled whose I be,\nI’m going to tell them something they won’t like:\nThey’ve got it settled wrong, and I can prove it.\nFlattered I must be to have two towns fighting\nTo make a present of me to each other.\nThey don’t dispose me, either one of them,\nTo spare them any trouble. Double trouble’s\nAlways the witch’s motto anyway.\nI’ll double theirs for both of them—you watch me.\nThey’ll find they’ve got the whole thing to do over,\nThat is, if facts is what they want to go by.\nThey set a lot (now don’t they?) by a record\nOf Arthur Amy’s having once been up\nFor Hog Reeve in March Meeting here in Warren.\nI could have told them any time this twelvemonth\nThe Arthur Amy I was married to\nCouldn’t have been the one they say was up\nIn Warren at March Meeting for the reason\nHe wa’n’t but fifteen at the time they say.\nThe Arthur Amy I was married to\nVoted the only times he ever voted,\nWhich wasn’t many, in the town of Wentworth.\nOne of the times was when ’twas in the warrant\nTo see if the town wanted to take over\nThe tote road to our clearing where we lived.\nI’ll tell you who’d remember—Heman Lapish.\nTheir Arthur Amy was the father of mine.\nSo now they’ve dragged it through the law courts once\nI guess they’d better drag it through again.\nWentworth and Warren’s both good towns to live in,\nOnly I happen to prefer to live\nIn Wentworth from now on; and when all’s said,\nRight’s right, and the temptation to do right\nWhen I can hurt someone by doing it\nHas always been too much for me, it has.\nI know of some folks that’d be set up\nAt having in their town a noted witch:\nBut most would have to think of the expense\nThat even I would be. They ought to know\nThat as a witch I’d often milk a bat\nAnd that’d be enough to last for days.\nIt’d make my position stronger, think,\nIf I was to consent to give some sign\nTo make it surer that I was a witch?\nIt wa’n’t no sign, I s’pose, when Mallice Huse\nSaid that I took him out in his old age\nAnd rode all over everything on him\nUntil I’d had him worn to skin and bones,\nAnd if I’d left him hitched unblanketed\nIn front of one Town Hall, I’d left him hitched\nIn front of every one in Grafton County.\nSome cried shame on me not to blanket him,\nThe poor old man. It would have been all right\nIf some one hadn’t said to gnaw the posts\nHe stood beside and leave his trade mark on them,\nSo they could recognize them. Not a post\nThat they could hear tell of was scarified.\nThey made him keep on gnawing till he whined.\nThen that same smarty someone said to look—\nHe’d bet Huse was a cribber and had gnawed\nThe crib he slept in—and as sure’s you’re born\nThey found he’d gnawed the four posts of his bed,\nAll four of them to Splinters. What did that prove?\nNot that he hadn’t gnawed the hitching posts\nHe said he had besides. Because a horse\nGnaws in the stable ain’t no proof to me\nHe don’t gnaw trees and posts and fences too.\nBut everybody took it for a proof.\nI was a strapping girl of twenty then.\nThe smarty someone who spoiled everything\nWas Arthur Amy. You know who he was.\nThat was the way he started courting me.\nHe never said much after we were married,\nBut I mistrusted he was none too proud\nOf having interfered in the Huse business.\nI guess he found he got more out of me\nBy having me a witch. Or something happened\nTo turn him round. He got to saying things\nTo undo what he’d done and make it right.\nLike, ‘No, she ain’t come back from kiting yet.\nLast night was one of her nights out. She’s kiting.\nShe thinks when the wind makes a night of it\nShe might as well herself.’ But he liked best\nTo let on he was plagued to death with me:\nIf anyone had seen me coming home\nOver the ridgepole, ‘stride of a broomstick,\nAs often as he had in the tail of the night,\nHe guessed they’d know what he had to put up with.\nWell, I showed Arthur Amy signs enough\nOff from the house as far as we could keep\nAnd from barn smells you can’t wash out of ploughed ground\nWith all the rain and snow of seven years;\nAnd I don’t mean just skulls of Roger’s Rangers\nOn Moosilauke, but woman signs to man,\nOnly bewitched so I would last him longer.\nUp where the trees grow short, the mosses tall,\nI made him gather me wet snow berries\nOn slippery rocks beside a waterfall.\nI made him do it for me in the dark.\nAnd he liked everything I made him do.\nI hope if he is where he sees me now\nHe’s so far off he can’t see what I’ve come to.\nYou can come down from everything to nothing.\nAll is, if I’d a-known when I was young\nAnd full of it, that this would be the end,\nIt doesn’t seem as if I’d had the courage\nTo make so free and kick up in folks’ faces.\nI might have, but it doesn’t seem as if.","themes":["nature","hope","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Two_Witches","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Two_Witches","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-An_Empty_Threat","title":"An Empty Threat","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I stay;\nBut it isn’t as if\nThere wasn’t always Hudson’s Bay\nAnd the fur trade,\nA small skiff\nAnd a paddle blade.\n\nI can just see my tent pegged,\nAnd me on the floor,\nCrosslegged,\nAnd a trapper looking in at the door\nWith furs to sell.\n\nHis name’s Joe,\nAlias John,\nAnd between what he doesn’t know\nAnd won’t tell\nAbout where Henry Hudson’s gone,\nI can’t say he’s much help;\nBut we get on.\n\nThe seal yelp\nOn an ice cake.\nIt’s not men by some mistake?\n\nNo,\nThere’s not a soul\nFor a wind-break\nBetween me and the North Pole—\n\nExcept always John-Joe,\nMy French Indian Esquimaux,\nAnd he’s off setting traps,\nIn one himself perhaps.\n\nGive a head shake\nOver so much bay\nThrown away\nIn snow and mist\nThat doesn’t exist,\nI was going to say,\nFor God, man or beast’s sake,\nYet does perhaps for all three.\n\nDon’t ask Joe\nWhat it is to him.\nIt’s sometimes dim\nWhat it is to me,\nUnless it be\nIt’s the old captain’s dark fate\nWho failed to find or force a strait\nIn its two-thousand-mile coast;\nAnd his crew left him where he failed,\nAnd nothing came of all he sailed.\n\nIt’s to say, ‘You and I’\nTo such a ghost,\n‘You and I\nOff here\nWith the dead race of the Great Auk!’\nAnd, ‘Better defeat almost,\nIf seen clear,\nThan life’s victories of doubt\nThat need endless talk talk\nTo make them out.’","themes":["time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#An_Empty_Threat","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"An_Empty_Threat","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-A_Fountain","title":"A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey’s Ears and Some Books","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain\nIn Dalton that would some day make his fortune.\nThere’d been some Boston people out to see it:\nAnd experts said that deep down in the mountain\nThe mica sheets were big as plate glass windows.\nHe’d like to take me there and show it to me.\n\n‘I’ll tell you what you show me. You remember\nYou said you knew the place where once, on Kinsman,\nThe early Mormons made a settlement\nAnd built a stone baptismal font outdoors—\nBut Smith, or some one, called them off the mountain\nTo go West to a worse fight with the desert.\nYou said you’d seen the stone baptismal font.\nWell, take me there.’\n\n‘Some day I will.’\n\n‘Today.’\n\n‘Huh, that old bath-tub, what is that to see?\nLet’s talk about it.’\n\n‘Let’s go see the place.’\n\n‘To shut you up I’ll tell you what I’ll do:\nI’ll find that fountain if it takes all summer,\nAnd both of our united strengths, to do it.’\n\n‘You’ve lost it, then?’\n\n‘Not so but I can find it.\nNo doubt it’s grown up some to woods around it.\nThe mountain may have shifted since I saw it\nIn eighty-five.’\n\n‘As long ago as that?’\n\n‘If I remember rightly, it had sprung\nA leak and emptied then. And forty years\nCan do a good deal to bad masonry.\nYou won’t see any Mormon swimming in it.\nBut you have said it, and we’re off to find it.\nOld as I am, I’m going to let myself\nBe dragged by you all over everywhere—’\n\n‘I thought you were a guide.’\n\n‘I am a guide,\nAnd that’s why I can’t decently refuse you.’\n\nWe made a day of it out of the world,\nAscending to descend to reascend.\nThe old man seriously took his bearings,\nAnd spoke his doubts in every open place.\n\nWe came out on a look-off where we faced\nA cliff, and on the cliff a bottle painted,\nOr stained by vegetation from above,\nA likeness to surprise the thrilly tourist.\n\n‘Well, if I haven’t brought you to the fountain,\nAt least I’ve brought you to the famous Bottle.’\n\n‘I won’t accept the substitute. It’s empty.’\n\n‘So’s everything.’\n\n‘I want my fountain.’\n\n‘I guess you’d find the fountain just as empty.\nAnd anyway this tells me where I am.’\n\n‘Hadn’t you long suspected where you were?’\n\n‘You mean miles from that Mormon settlement?\nLook here, you treat your guide with due respect\nIf you don’t want to spend the night outdoors.\nI vow we must be near the place from where\nThe two converging slides, the avalanches,\nOn Marshall, look like donkey’s ears.\nWe may as well see that and save the day.’\n\n‘Don’t donkey’s ears suggest we shake our own?’\n\n‘For God’s sake, aren’t you fond of viewing nature?\nYou don’t like nature. All you like is books.\nWhat signify a donkey’s ears and bottle,\nHowever natural? Give you your books!\nWell then, right here is where I show you books.\nCome straight down off this mountain just as fast\nAs we can fall and keep a-bouncing on our feet.\nIt’s hell for knees unless done hell-for-leather.’\n\n‘Be ready,’ I thought, ‘for almost anything.’\n\nWe struck a road I didn’t recognize,\nBut welcomed for the chance to lave my shoes\nIn dust once more. We followed this a mile,\nPerhaps, to where it ended at a house\nI didn’t know was there. It was the kind\nTo bring me to for broad-board panelling.\nI never saw so good a house deserted.\n\n‘Excuse me if I ask you in a window\nThat happens to be broken,’ Davis said.\n‘The outside doors as yet have held against us.\nI want to introduce you to the people\nWho used to live here. They were Robinsons.\nYou must have heard of Clara Robinson,\nThe poetess who wrote the book of verses\nAnd had it published. It was all about\nThe posies on her inner window sill,\nAnd the birds on her outer window sill,\nAnd how she tended both, or had them tended:\nShe never tended anything herself.\nShe was “shut in” for life. She lived her whole\nLife long in bed, and wrote her things in bed.\nI’ll show you how she had her sills extended\nTo entertain the birds and hold the flowers.\nOur business first’s up attic with her books.’\n\nWe trod uncomfortably on crunching glass\nThrough a house stripped of everything\nExcept, it seemed, the poetess’s poems.\nBooks, I should say!—if books are what is needed.\nA whole edition in a packing-case,\nThat, overflowing like a horn of plenty,\nOr like the poetess’s heart of love,\nHad spilled them near the window toward the light,\nWhere driven rain had wet and swollen them.\nEnough to stock a village library—\nUnfortunately all of one kind, though.\nThey had been brought home from some publisher\nAnd taken thus into the family.\nBoys and bad hunters had known what to do\nWith stone and lead to unprotected glass:\nShatter it inward on the unswept floors.\nHow had the tender verse escaped their outrage?\nBy being invisible for what it was,\nOr else by some remoteness that defied them\nTo find out what to do to hurt a poem.\nYet oh! the tempting flatness of a book,\nTo send it sailing out the attic window\nTill it caught wind, and, opening out its covers,\nTried to improve on sailing like a tile\nBy flying like a bird (silent in flight,\nBut all the burden of its body song),\nOnly to tumble like a stricken bird,\nAnd lie in stones and bushes unretrieved.\nBooks were not thrown irreverently about.\nThey simply lay where some one now and then,\nHaving tried one, had dropped it at his feet\nAnd left it lying where it fell rejected.\nHere were all those the poetess’s life\nHad been too short to sell or give away.\n\n‘Take one,’ Old Davis bade me graciously.\n\n‘Why not take two or three?’\n\n‘Take all you want.\nGood-looking books like that.’ He picked one fresh\nIn virgin wrapper from deep in the box,\nAnd stroked it with a horny-handed kindness.\nHe read in one and I read in another,\nBoth either looking for or finding something.\n\nThe attic wasps went missing by like bullets.\n\nI was soon satisfied for the time being.\n\nAll the way home I kept remembering\nThe small book in my pocket. It was there.\nThe poetess had sighed, I knew, in heaven\nAt having eased her heart of one more copy—\nLegitimately. My demand upon her,\nThough slight, was a demand. She felt the tug.\nIn time she would be rid of all her books.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#A_Fountain","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"A_Fountain","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-I_Will_Sing_You_One-O","title":"I Will Sing You One-O","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"It was long I lay\nAwake that night\nWishing the tower\nWould name the hour\nAnd tell me whether\nTo call it day\n(Though not yet light)\nAnd give up sleep.\nThe snow fell deep\nWith the hiss of spray;\nTwo winds would meet,\nOne down one street,\nOne down another,\nAnd fight in a smother\nOf dust and feather.\nI could not say,\nBut feared the cold\nHad checked the pace\nOf the tower clock\nBy tying together\nIts hands of gold\nBefore its face.\n\nThen came one knock!\nA note unruffled\nOf earthly weather,\nThough strange and muffled.\nThe tower said, ‘One!’\nAnd then a steeple.\nThey spoke to themselves\nAnd such few people\nAs winds might rouse\nFrom sleeping warm\n(But not unhouse).\nThey left the storm\nThat struck en masse\nMy window glass\nLike a beaded fur.\nIn that grave One\nThey spoke of the sun\nAnd moon and stars,\nSaturn and Mars\nAnd Jupiter.\nStill more unfettered,\nThey left the named\nAnd spoke of the lettered,\nThe sigmas and taus\nOf constellations.\nThey filled their throats\nWith the furthest bodies\nTo which man sends his\nSpeculation,\nBeyond which God is;\nThe cosmic motes\nOf yawning lenses.\nTheir solemn peals\nWere not their own:\nThey spoke for the clock\nWith whose vast wheels\nTheirs interlock.\nIn that grave word\nUttered alone\nThe utmost star\nTrembled and stirred,\nThough set so far\nIts whirling frenzies\nAppear like standing\nIn one self station.\nIt has not ranged,\nAnd save for the wonder\nOf once expanding\nTo be a nova,\nIt has not changed\nTo the eye of man\nOn planets over\nAround and under\nIt in creation\nSince man began\nTo drag down man\nAnd nation nation.","themes":["spirituality","loneliness","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#I_Will_Sing_You_One-O","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"I_Will_Sing_You_One-O","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Fragmentary_Blue","title":"Fragmentary Blue","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Why make so much of fragmentary blue\nIn here and there a bird, or butterfly,\nOr flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,\nWhen heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?\n\nSince earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)—\nThough some savants make earth include the sky;\nAnd blue so far above us comes so high,\nIt only gives our wish for blue a whet.","themes":["nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Fragmentary_Blue","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Fragmentary_Blue","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Fire_and_Ice","title":"Fire and Ice","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Some say the world will end in fire,\nSome say in ice.\nFrom what I’ve tasted of desire\nI hold with those who favor fire.\nBut if it had to perish twice,\nI think I know enough of hate\nTo say that for destruction ice\nIs also great\nAnd would suffice.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Fire_and_Ice","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Fire_and_Ice","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-In_a_Disused_Graveyard","title":"In a Disused Graveyard","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The living come with grassy tread\nTo read the gravestones on the hill;\nThe graveyard draws the living still,\nBut never any more the dead.\n\nThe verses in it say and say:\n‘The ones who living come today\nTo read the stones and go away\nTomorrow dead will come to stay.’\n\nSo sure of death the marbles rhyme,\nYet can’t help marking all the time\nHow no one dead will seem to come.\nWhat is it men are shrinking from?\n\nIt would be easy to be clever\nAnd tell the stones: Men hate to die\nAnd have stopped dying now forever.\nI think they would believe the lie.","themes":["time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#In_a_Disused_Graveyard","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"In_a_Disused_Graveyard","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Dust_of_Snow","title":"Dust of Snow","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The way a crow\nShook down on me\nThe dust of snow\nFrom a hemlock tree\n\nHas given my heart\nA change of mood\nAnd saved some part\nOf a day I had rued.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Dust_of_Snow","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Dust_of_Snow","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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T.","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I slumbered with your poems on my breast\nSpread open as I dropped them half-read through\nLike dove wings on a figure on a tomb\nTo see, if in a dream they brought of you,\n\nI might not have the chance I missed in life\nThrough some delay, and call you to your face\nFirst soldier, and then poet, and then both,\nWho died a soldier-poet of your race.\n\nI meant, you meant, that nothing should remain\nUnsaid between us, brother, and this remained—\nAnd one thing more that was not then to say:\nThe Victory for what it lost and gained.\n\nYou went to meet the shell’s embrace of fire\nOn Vimy Ridge; and when you fell that day\nThe war seemed over more for you than me,\nBut now for me than you—the other way.\n\nHow over, though, for even me who knew\nThe foe thrust back unsafe beyond the Rhine,\nIf I was not to speak of it to you\nAnd see you pleased once more with words of mine?","themes":["death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#To_E_T","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"To_E_T","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Nothing_Gold_Can_Stay","title":"Nothing Gold Can Stay","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Nature’s first green is gold,\nHer hardest hue to hold.\nHer early leaf’s a flower;\nBut only so an hour.\nThen leaf subsides to leaf.\nSo Eden sank to grief,\nSo dawn goes down to day.\nNothing gold can stay.","themes":["nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Nothing_Gold_Can_Stay","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Nothing_Gold_Can_Stay","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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He dipped his head\nAnd snorted at us. And then he had to bolt.\nWe heard the miniature thunder where he fled,\nAnd we saw him, or thought we saw him, dim and grey,\nLike a shadow against the curtain of falling flakes.\n‘I think the little fellow’s afraid of the snow.\nHe isn’t winter-broken. It isn’t play\nWith the little fellow at all. He’s running away.\nI doubt if even his mother could tell him, “Sakes,\nIt’s only weather.” He’d think she didn’t know!\nWhere is his mother? He can’t be out alone.’\nAnd now he comes again with clatter of stone,\nAnd mounts the wall again with whited eyes\nAnd all his tail that isn’t hair up straight.\nHe shudders his coat as if to throw off flies.\n‘Whoever it is that leaves him out so late,\nWhen other creatures have gone to stall and bin,\nOught to be told to come and take him in.’","themes":["nature","loneliness","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Runaway","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Runaway","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Aim_Was_Song","title":"The Aim Was Song","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Before man came to blow it right\nThe wind once blew itself untaught,\nAnd did its loudest day and night\nIn any rough place where it caught.\n\nMan came to tell it what was wrong:\nIt hadn’t found the place to blow;\nIt blew too hard—the aim was song.\nAnd listen—how it ought to go!\n\nHe took a little in his mouth,\nAnd held it long enough for north\nTo be converted into south,\nAnd then by measure blew it forth.\n\nBy measure. It was word and note,\nThe wind the wind had meant to be—\nA little through the lips and throat.\nThe aim was song—the wind could see.","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Aim_Was_Song","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Aim_Was_Song","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Stopping_by_Woods_on_a","title":"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Whose woods these are I think I know.\nHis house is in the village though;\nHe will not see me stopping here\nTo watch his woods fill up with snow.\n\nMy little horse must think it queer\nTo stop without a farmhouse near\nBetween the woods and frozen lake\nThe darkest evening of the year.\n\nHe gives his harness bells a shake\nTo ask if there is some mistake.\nThe only other sound’s the sweep\nOf easy wind and downy flake.\n\nThe woods are lovely, dark and deep.\nBut I have promises to keep,\nAnd miles to go before I sleep,\nAnd miles to go before I sleep.","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Stopping_by_Woods_on_a","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Stopping_by_Woods_on_a","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-For_Once_Then_Something","title":"For Once, Then, Something","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs\nAlways wrong to the light, so never seeing\nDeeper down in the well than where the water\nGives me back in a shining surface picture\nMe myself in the summer heaven godlike\nLooking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.\nOnce , when trying with chin against a well-curb,\nI discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,\nThrough the picture, a something white, uncertain,\nSomething more of the depths—and then I lost it.\nWater came to rebuke the too clear water.\nOne drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple\nShook whatever it was lay there at bottom,\nBlurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?\nTruth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.","themes":["nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#For_Once_Then_Something","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"For_Once_Then_Something","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Blue-Butterfly_Day","title":"Blue-Butterfly Day","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"It is blue-butterfly day here in spring,\nAnd with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry\nThere is more unmixed color on the wing\nThan flowers will show for days unless they hurry.\n\nBut these are flowers that fly and all but sing:\nAnd now from having ridden out desire\nThey lie closed over in the wind and cling\nWhere wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Blue-Butterfly_Day","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Blue-Butterfly_Day","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Onset","title":"The Onset","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Always the same, when on a fated night\nAt last the gathered snow lets down as white\nAs may be in dark woods, and with a song\nIt shall not make again all winter long\nOf hissing on the yet uncovered ground,\nI almost stumble looking up and round,\nAs one who overtaken by the end\nGives up his errand, and lets death descend\nUpon him where he is, with nothing done\nTo evil, no important triumph won,\nMore than if life had never been begun.\n\nYet all the precedent is on my side:\nI know that winter death has never tried\nThe earth but it has failed: the snow may heap\nIn long storms an undrifted four feet deep\nAs measured against maple, birch and oak,\nIt cannot check the peeper’s silver croak;\nAnd I shall see the snow all go down hill\nIn water of a slender April rill\nThat flashes tail through last year’s withered brake\nAnd dead weeds, like a disappearing snake.\nNothing will be left white but here a birch,\nAnd there a clump of houses with a church.","themes":["nature","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Onset","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Onset","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-To_Earthward","title":"To Earthward","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Love at the lips was touch\nAs sweet as I could bear;\nAnd once that seemed too much;\nI lived on air\n\nThat crossed me from sweet things,\nThe flow of—was it musk\nFrom hidden grapevine springs\nDown hill at dusk?\n\nI had the swirl and ache\nFrom sprays of honeysuckle\nThat when they’re gathered shake\nDew on the knuckle.\n\nI craved strong sweets, but those\nSeemed strong when I was young;\nThe petal of the rose\nIt was that stung.\n\nNow no joy but lacks salt\nThat is not dashed with pain\nAnd weariness and fault;\nI crave the stain\n\nOf tears, the aftermark\nOf almost too much love,\nThe sweet of bitter bark\nAnd burning clove.\n\nWhen stiff and sore and scarred\nI take away my hand\nFrom leaning on it hard\nIn grass and sand,\n\nThe hurt is not enough:\nI long for weight and strength\nTo feel the earth as rough\nTo all my length.","themes":["love","nature","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#To_Earthward","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"To_Earthward","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Good-Bye_and_Keep_Cold","title":"Good-Bye and Keep Cold","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"This saying good-bye on the edge of the dark\nAnd the cold to an orchard so young in the bark\nReminds me of all that can happen to harm\nAn orchard away at the end of the farm\nAll winter, cut off by a hill from the house.\nI don’t want it girdled by rabbit and mouse,\nI don’t want it dreamily nibbled for browse\nBy deer, and I don’t want it budded by grouse.\n(If certain it wouldn’t be idle to call\nI’d summon grouse, rabbit, and deer to the wall\nAnd warn them away with a stick for a gun.)\nI don’t want it stirred by the heat of the sun.\n(We made it secure against being, I hope,\nBy setting it out on a northerly slope.)\nNo orchard’s the worse for the wintriest storm;\nBut one thing about it, it mustn’t get warm.\n‘How often already you’ve had to be told,\nKeep cold, young orchard. Good-bye and keep cold.\nDread fifty above more than fifty below.’\nI have to be gone for a season or so.\nMy business awhile is with different trees,\nLess carefully nurtured, less fruitful than these,\nAnd such as is done to their wood with an axe—\nMaples and birches and tamaracks.\nI wish I could promise to lie in the night\nAnd think of an orchard’s arboreal plight\nWhen slowly (and nobody comes with a light)\nIts heart sinks lower under the sod.\nBut something has to be left to God.","themes":["love","nature","hope","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Good-Bye_and_Keep_Cold","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Good-Bye_and_Keep_Cold","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Two_Look_at_Two","title":"Two Look at Two","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Love and forgetting might have carried them\nA little further up the mountain side\nWith night so near, but not much further up.\nThey must have halted soon in any case\nWith thoughts of the path back, how rough it was\nWith rock and washout, and unsafe in darkness;\nWhen they were halted by a tumbled wall\nWith barbed-wire binding. They stood facing this,\nSpending what onward impulse they still had\nIn one last look the way they must not go,\nOn up the failing path, where, if a stone\nOr earthslide moved at night, it moved itself;\nNo footstep moved it. ‘This is all,’ they sighed,\n‘Good-night to woods.’ But not so; there was more.\nA doe from round a spruce stood looking at them\nAcross the wall, as near the wall as they.\nShe saw them in their field, they her in hers.\nThe difficulty of seeing what stood still,\nLike some up-ended boulder split in two,\nWas in her clouded eyes: they saw no fear there.\nShe seemed to think that two thus they were safe.\nThen, as if they were something that, though strange,\nShe could not trouble her mind with too long,\nShe sighed and passed unscared along the wall.\n‘ This , then, is all. What more is there to ask?’\nBut no, not yet. A snort to bid them wait.\nA buck from round the spruce stood looking at them\nAcross the wall as near the wall as they.\nThis was an antlered buck of lusty nostril,\nNot the same doe come back into her place.\nHe viewed them quizzically with jerks of head,\nAs if to ask, ‘Why don’t you make some motion?\nOr give some sign of life? Because you can’t.\nI doubt if you’re as living as you look.’\nThus till he had them almost feeling dared\nTo stretch a proffering hand—and a spell-breaking.\nThen he too passed unscared along the wall.\nTwo had seen two, whichever side you spoke from.\n‘This must be all.’ It was all. Still they stood,\nA great wave from it going over them,\nAs if the earth in one unlooked-for favor\nHad made them certain earth returned their love.","themes":["love","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Two_Look_at_Two","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Two_Look_at_Two","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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They gave him back to her alive—\nHow else? They are not known to send the dead—\nAnd not disfigured visibly. His face?\nHis hands? She had to look, to ask,\n‘What is it, dear?’ And she had given all\nAnd still she had all— they had—they the lucky!\nWasn’t she glad now? Everything seemed won,\nAnd all the rest for them permissible ease.\nShe had to ask, ‘What was it, dear?’\n\n‘Enough,\nYet not enough. A bullet through and through,\nHigh in the breast. Nothing but what good care\nAnd medicine and rest, and you a week,\nCan cure me of to go again.’ The same\nGrim giving to do over for them both.\nShe dared no more than ask him with her eyes\nHow was it with him for a second trial.\nAnd with his eyes he asked her not to ask.\nThey had given him back to her, but not to keep.","themes":["love","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Not_to_Keep","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Not_to_Keep","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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But what about the brook\nThat held the house as in an elbow-crook?\nI ask as one who knew the brook, its strength\nAnd impulse, having dipped a finger length\nAnd made it leap my knuckle, having tossed\nA flower to try its currents where they crossed.\nThe meadow grass could be cemented down\nFrom growing under pavements of a town;\nThe apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.\nIs water wood to serve a brook the same?\nHow else dispose of an immortal force\nNo longer needed? Staunch it at its source\nWith cinder loads dumped down? The brook was thrown\nDeep in a sewer dungeon under stone\nIn fetid darkness still to live and run—\nAnd all for nothing it had ever done\nExcept forget to go in fear perhaps.\nNo one would know except for ancient maps\nThat such a brook ran water. But I wonder\nIf from its being kept forever under\nThe thoughts may not have risen that so keep\nThis new-built city from both work and sleep.","themes":["nature","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#A_Brook_in_the_City","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"A_Brook_in_the_City","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Kitchen_Chimney","title":"The Kitchen Chimney","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Builder, in building the little house,\nIn every way you may please yourself;\nBut please please me in the kitchen chimney:\nDon’t build me a chimney upon a shelf.\n\nHowever far you must go for bricks,\nWhatever they cost a-piece or a pound,\nBuy me enough for a full-length chimney,\nAnd build the chimney clear from the ground.\n\nIt’s not that I’m greatly afraid of fire,\nBut I never heard of a house that throve\n(And I know of one that didn’t thrive)\nWhere the chimney started above the stove.\n\nAnd I dread the ominous stain of tar\nThat there always is on the papered walls,\nAnd the smell of fire drowned in rain\nThat there always is when the chimney’s false.\n\nA shelf’s for a clock or vase or picture,\nBut I don’t see why it should have to bear\nA chimney that only would serve to remind me\nOf castles I used to build in air.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Kitchen_Chimney","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Kitchen_Chimney","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Looking_for_a_Sunset_Bird","title":"Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The west was getting out of gold,\nThe breath of air had died of cold,\nWhen shoeing home across the white,\nI thought I saw a bird alight.\n\nIn summer when I passed the place\nI had to stop and lift my face;\nA bird with an angelic gift\nWas singing in it sweet and swift.\n\nNo bird was singing in it now.\nA single leaf was on a bough,\nAnd that was all there was to see\nIn going twice around the tree.\n\nFrom my advantage on a hill\nI judged that such a crystal chill\nWas only adding frost to snow\nAs gilt to gold that wouldn’t show.\n\nA brush had left a crooked stroke\nOf what was either cloud or smoke\nFrom north to south across the blue;\nA piercing little star was through.","themes":["nature","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Looking_for_a_Sunset_Bird","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Looking_for_a_Sunset_Bird","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-A_Boundless_Moment","title":"A Boundless Moment","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"He halted in the wind, and—what was that\nFar in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?\nHe stood there bringing March against his thought,\nAnd yet too ready to believe the most.\n\n‘Oh, that’s the Paradise-in-bloom,’ I said;\nAnd truly it was fair enough for flowers\nHad we but in us to assume in March\nSuch white luxuriance of May for ours.\n\nWe stood a moment so in a strange world,\nMyself as one his own pretense deceives;\nAnd then I said the truth (and we moved on):\nA young beech clinging to its last year’s leaves.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#A_Boundless_Moment","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"A_Boundless_Moment","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Evening_in_a_Sugar_Orchard","title":"Evening in a Sugar Orchard","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"From where I lingered in a lull in March\nOutside the sugar-house one night for choice,\nI called the fireman with a careful voice\nAnd bade him leave the pan and stoke the arch:\n‘O fireman, give the fire another stoke,\nAnd send more sparks up chimney with the smoke.’\nI thought a few might tangle, as they did,\nAmong bare maple boughs, and in the rare\nHill atmosphere not cease to glow,\nAnd so be added to the moon up there.\nThe moon, though slight, was moon enough to show\nOn every tree a bucket with a lid,\nAnd on black ground a bear-skin rug of snow.\nThe sparks made no attempt to be the moon.\nThey were content to figure in the trees\nAs Leo, Orion, and the Pleiades.\nAnd that was what the boughs were full of soon.","themes":["nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Evening_in_a_Sugar_Orchard","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Evening_in_a_Sugar_Orchard","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Gathering_Leaves","title":"Gathering Leaves","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Spades take up leaves\nNo better than spoons,\nAnd bags full of leaves\nAre light as balloons.\n\nI make a great noise\nOf rustling all day\nLike rabbit and deer\nRunning away.\n\nBut the mountains I raise\nElude my embrace,\nFlowing over my arms\nAnd into my face.\n\nI may load and unload\nAgain and again\nTill I fill the whole shed,\nAnd what have I then?\n\nNext to nothing for weight;\nAnd since they grew duller\nFrom contact with earth,\nNext to nothing for color.\n\nNext to nothing for use.\nBut a crop is a crop,\nAnd who’s to say where\nThe harvest shall stop?","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Gathering_Leaves","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Gathering_Leaves","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Valleys_Singing_Day","title":"The Valley’s Singing Day","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The sound of the closing outside door was all.\nYou made no sound in the grass with your footfall,\nAs far as you went from the door, which was not far;\nBut you had awakened under the morning star\nThe first song-bird that awakened all the rest.\nHe could have slept but a moment more at best.\nAlready determined dawn began to lay\nIn place across a cloud the slender ray\nFor prying beneath and forcing the lids of sight,\nAnd loosing the pent-up music of over-night.\nBut dawn was not to begin their ‘pearly-pearly’\n(By which they mean the rain is pearls so early,\nBefore it changes to diamonds in the sun),\nNeither was song that day to be self-begun.\nYou had begun it, and if there needed proof—\nI was asleep still under the dripping roof,\nMy window curtain hung over the sill to wet;\nBut I should awake to confirm your story yet;\nI should be willing to say and help you say\nThat once you had opened the valley’s singing day.","themes":["nature","hope","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Valleys_Singing_Day","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Valleys_Singing_Day","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Misgiving","title":"Misgiving","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"All crying ‘We will go with you, O Wind!’\nThe foliage follow him, leaf and stem;\nBut a sleep oppresses them as they go,\nAnd they end by bidding him stay with them.\n\nSince ever they flung abroad in spring\nThe leaves had promised themselves this flight,\nWho now would fain seek sheltering wall,\nOr thicket, or hollow place for the night:\n\nAnd now they answer his summoning blast\nWith an ever vaguer and vaguer stir,\nOr at utmost a little reluctant whirl\nThat drops them no further than where they were.\n\nI only hope that when I am free\nAs they are free to go in quest\nOf the knowledge beyond the bounds of life\nIt may not seem better to me to rest.","themes":["nature","hope","night","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Misgiving","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Misgiving","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-A_Hillside_Thaw","title":"A Hillside Thaw","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"To think to know the country and not know\nThe hillside on the day the sun lets go\nTen million silver lizards out of snow!\nAs often as I’ve seen it done before\nI can’t pretend to tell the way it’s done.\nIt looks as if some magic of the sun\nLifted the rug that bred them on the floor\nAnd the light breaking on them made them run.\nBut if I thought to stop the wet stampede,\nAnd caught one silver lizard by the tail,\nAnd put my foot on one without avail,\nAnd threw myself wet-elbowed and wet-kneed\nIn front of twenty others’ wriggling speed,—\nIn the confusion of them all aglitter,\nAnd birds that joined in the excited fun\nBy doubling and redoubling song and twitter,\nI have no doubt I’d end by holding none.\n\nIt takes the moon for this. The sun’s a wizard\nBy all I tell; but so’s the moon a witch.\nFrom the high west she makes a gentle cast\nAnd suddenly, without a jerk or twitch,\nShe has her spell on every single lizard.\nI fancied when I looked at six o’clock\nThe swarm still ran and scuttled just as fast.\nThe moon was waiting for her chill effect.\nI looked at nine: the swarm was turned to rock\nIn every lifelike posture of the swarm,\nTransfixed on mountain slopes almost erect.\nAcross each other and side by side they lay.\nThe spell that so could hold them as they were\nWas wrought through trees without a breath of storm\nTo make a leaf, if there had been one, stir.\nIt was the moon’s: she held them until day,\nOne lizard at the end of every ray.\nThe thought of my attempting such a stay!","themes":["nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#A_Hillside_Thaw","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"A_Hillside_Thaw","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Plowmen","title":"Plowmen","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A plow, they say, to plow the snow.\nThey cannot mean to plant it, though—\nUnless in bitterness to mock\nAt having cultivated rock.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Plowmen","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Plowmen","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-On_a_Tree_Fallen_Across_the_Road","title":"On a Tree Fallen Across the Road","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The tree the tempest with a crash of wood\nThrows down in front of us is not to bar\nOur passage to our journey’s end for good,\nBut just to ask us who we think we are\n\nInsisting always on our own way so.\nShe likes to halt us in our runner tracks,\nAnd make us get down in a foot of snow\nDebating what to do without an axe.\n\nAnd yet she knows obstruction is in vain:\nWe will not be put off the final goal\nWe have it hidden in us to attain,\nNot though we have to seize earth by the pole\n\nAnd, tired of aimless circling in one place,\nSteer straight off after something into space.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#On_a_Tree_Fallen_Across_the_Road","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"On_a_Tree_Fallen_Across_the_Road","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Our_Singing_Strength","title":"Our Singing Strength","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"It snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm\nThe flakes could find no landing place to form.\nHordes spent themselves to make it wet and cold,\nAnd still they failed of any lasting hold.\nThey made no white impression on the black.\nThey disappeared as if earth sent them back.\nNot till from separate flakes they changed at night\nTo almost strips and tapes of ragged white\nDid grass and garden ground confess it snowed,\nAnd all go back to winter but the road.\nNext day the scene was piled and puffed and dead.\nThe grass lay flattened under one great tread.\nBorne down until the end almost took root,\nThe rangey bough anticipated fruit\nWith snowballs cupped in every opening bud.\nThe road alone maintained itself in mud,\nWhatever its secret was of greater heat\nFrom inward fires or brush of passing feet.\n\nIn spring more mortal singers than belong\nTo any one place cover us with song.\nThrush, bluebird, blackbird, sparrow, and robin throng;\nSome to go further north to Hudson’s Bay,\nSome that have come too far north back away,\nReally a very few to build and stay.\nNow was seen how these liked belated snow.\nThe fields had nowhere left for them to go;\nThey’d soon exhausted all there was in flying;\nThe trees they’d had enough of with once trying\nAnd setting off their heavy powder load.\nThey could find nothing open but the road.\nSo there they let their lives be narrowed in\nBy thousands the bad weather made akin.\nThe road became a channel running flocks\nOf glossy birds like ripples over rocks.\nI drove them under foot in bits of flight\nThat kept the ground, almost disputing right\nOf way with me from apathy of wing,\nA talking twitter all they had to sing.\nA few I must have driven to despair\nMade quick asides, but having done in air\nA whir among white branches great and small\nAs in some too much carven marble hall\nWhere one false wing beat would have brought down\nCame tamely back in front of me, the Drover,\nTo suffer the same driven nightmare over.\nOne such storm in a lifetime couldn’t teach them\nThat back behind pursuit it couldn’t reach them;\nNone flew behind me to be left alone.\n\nWell, something for a snowstorm to have shown\nThe country’s singing strength thus brought together,\nThat though repressed and moody with the weather\nWas none the less there ready to be freed\nAnd sing the wildflowers up from root and seed.","themes":["nature","loneliness","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Our_Singing_Strength","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Our_Singing_Strength","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Lockless_Door","title":"The Lockless Door","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"It went many years,\nBut at last came a knock,\nAnd I thought of the door\nWith no lock to lock.\n\nI blew out the light,\nI tip-toed the floor,\nAnd raised both hands\nIn prayer to the door.\n\nBut the knock came again.\nMy window was wide;\nI climbed on the sill\nAnd descended outside.\n\nBack over the sill\nI bade a ‘Come in’\nTo whatever the knock\nAt the door may have been.\n\nSo at a knock\nI emptied my cage\nTo hide in the world\nAnd alter with age.","themes":["time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Lockless_Door","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Lockless_Door","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Need_of_Being_Versed","title":"The Need of Being Versed in Country Things","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The house had gone to bring again\nTo the midnight sky a sunset glow.\nNow the chimney was all of the house that stood,\nLike a pistil after the petals go.\n\nThe barn opposed across the way,\nThat would have joined the house in flame\nHad it been the will of the wind, was left\nTo bear forsaken the place’s name.\n\nNo more it opened with all one end\nFor teams that came by the stony road\nTo drum on the floor with scurrying hoofs\nAnd brush the mow with the summer load.\n\nThe birds that came to it through the air\nAt broken windows flew out and in,\nTheir murmur more like the sigh we sigh\nFrom too much dwelling on what has been.\n\nYet for them the lilac renewed its leaf,\nAnd the aged elm, though touched with fire;\nAnd the dry pump flung up an awkward arm;\nAnd the fence post carried a strand of wire.\n\nFor them there was really nothing sad.\nBut though they rejoiced in the nest they kept,\nOne had to be versed in country things\nNot to believe the phoebes wept.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Need_of_Being_Versed","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Need_of_Being_Versed","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Spring_Pools","title":"Spring Pools","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"These pools that, though in forests, still reflect\nThe total sky almost without defect,\nAnd like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,\nWill like the flowers beside them soon be gone,\nAnd yet not out by any brook or river,\nBut up by roots to bring dark foliage on.\n\nThe trees that have it in their pent-up buds\nTo darken nature and be summer woods—\nLet them think twice before they use their powers\nTo blot out and drink up and sweep away\nThese flowery waters and these watery flowers\nFrom snow that melted only yesterday.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Spring_Pools","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Spring_Pools","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Freedom_of_the_Moon","title":"The Freedom of the Moon","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I’ve tried the new moon tilted in the air\nAbove a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster\nAs you might try a jewel in your hair.\nI’ve tried it fine with little breadth of lustre,\nAlone, or in one ornament combining\nWith one first-water star almost as shining.\n\nI put it shining anywhere I please.\nBy walking slowly on some evening later,\nI’ve pulled it from a crate of crooked trees,\nAnd brought it over glossy water, greater,\nAnd dropped it in, and seen the image wallow,\nThe color run, all sorts of wonder follow.","themes":["nature","loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Freedom_of_the_Moon","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Freedom_of_the_Moon","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Rose_Family","title":"The Rose Family","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The rose is a rose,\nAnd was always a rose.\nBut the theory now goes\nThat the apple’s a rose,\nAnd the pear is, and so’s\nThe plum, I suppose.\nThe dear only knows\nWhat will next prove a rose.\nYou, of course, are a rose—\nBut were always a rose.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Rose_Family","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Rose_Family","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Fireflies_in_the_Garden","title":"Fireflies in the Garden","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,\nAnd here on earth come emulating flies,\nThat though they never equal stars in size,\n(And they were never really stars at heart)\nAchieve at times a very star-like start.\nOnly, of course, they can’t sustain the part.","themes":["love","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Fireflies_in_the_Garden","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Fireflies_in_the_Garden","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Atmosphere","title":"Atmosphere","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Winds blow the open grassy places bleak;\nBut where this old wall burns a sunny cheek,\nThey eddy over it too toppling weak\nTo blow the earth or anything self-clear;\nMoisture and color and odor thicken here.\nThe hours of daylight gather atmosphere.","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Atmosphere","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Atmosphere","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Devotion","title":"Devotion","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The heart can think of no devotion\nGreater than being shore to the ocean—\nHolding the curve of one position,\nCounting an endless repetition.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Devotion","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Devotion","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-On_Going_Unnoticed","title":"On Going Unnoticed","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"As vain to raise a voice as a sigh\nIn the tumult of free leaves on high.\nWhat are you in the shadow of trees\nEngaged up there with the light and breeze?\n\nLess than the coral-root you know\nThat is content with the daylight low,\nAnd has no leaves at all of its own;\nWhose spotted flowers hang meanly down.\n\nYou grasp the bark by a rugged pleat,\nAnd look up small from the forest’s feet.\nThe only leaf it drops goes wide,\nYour name not written on either side.\n\nYou linger your little hour and are gone,\nAnd still the woods sweep leafily on,\nNot even missing the coral-root flower\nYou took as a trophy of the hour.","themes":["nature","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#On_Going_Unnoticed","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"On_Going_Unnoticed","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Cocoon","title":"The Cocoon","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"As far as I can see this autumn haze\nThat spreading in the evening air both ways,\nMakes the new moon look anything but new,\nAnd pours the elm-tree meadow full of blue,\nIs all the smoke from one poor house alone\nWith but one chimney it can call its own;\nSo close it will not light an early light,\nKeeping its life so close and out of sight\nNo one for hours has set a foot outdoors\nSo much as to take care of evening chores.\nThe inmates may be lonely women-folk.\nI want to tell them that with all this smoke\nThey prudently are spinning their cocoon\nAnd anchoring it to an earth and moon\nFrom which no winter gale can hope to blow it,—\nSpinning their own cocoon did they but know it.","themes":["nature","hope","loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Cocoon","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Cocoon","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-A_Passing_Glimpse","title":"A Passing Glimpse","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I often see flowers from a passing car\nThat are gone before I can tell what they are.\n\nI want to get out of the train and go back\nTo see what they were beside the track.\n\nI name all the flowers I am sure they weren’t:\nNot fireweed loving where woods have burnt—\n\nNot blue bells gracing a tunnel mouth—\nNot lupine living on sand and drouth.\n\nWas something brushed across my mind\nThat no one on earth will ever find?\n\nHeaven gives its glimpses only to those\nNot in position to look too close.","themes":["nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#A_Passing_Glimpse","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"A_Passing_Glimpse","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-A_Peck_of_Gold","title":"A Peck of Gold","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Dust always blowing about the town,\nExcept when sea-fog laid it down,\nAnd I was one of the children told\nSome of the blowing dust was gold.\n\nAll the dust the wind blew high\nAppeared like gold in the sunset sky,\nBut I was one of the children told\nSome of the dust was really gold.\n\nSuch was life in the Golden Gate:\nGold dusted all we drank and ate,\nAnd I was one of the children told,\n‘We all must eat our peck of gold.’","themes":["home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#A_Peck_of_Gold","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"A_Peck_of_Gold","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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Birds, at least, must know\nIt is the change to darkness in the sky.\nMurmuring something quiet in her breast,\nOne bird begins to close a faded eye;\nOr overtaken too far from his nest,\nHurrying low above the grove, some waif\nSwoops just in time to his remembered tree.\nAt most he thinks or twitters softly, ‘Safe!\nNow let the night be dark for all of me.\nLet the night be too dark for me to see\nInto the future. Let what will be, be.’","themes":["nature","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Acceptance","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Acceptance","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Once_by_the_Pacific","title":"Once by the Pacific","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The shattered water made a misty din.\nGreat waves looked over others coming in,\nAnd thought of doing something to the shore\nThat water never did to land before.\nThe clouds were low and hairy in the skies,\nLike locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.\nYou could not tell, and yet it looked as if\nThe shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,\nThe cliff in being backed by continent;\nIt looked as if a night of dark intent\nWas coming, and not only a night, an age.\nSomeone had better be prepared for rage.\nThere would be more than ocean-water broken\nBefore God’s last Put out the Light was spoken.","themes":["time","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Once_by_the_Pacific","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Once_by_the_Pacific","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Lodged","title":"Lodged","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The rain to the wind said\n‘You push and I’ll pelt.’\nThey so smote the garden bed\nThat the flowers actually knelt,\nAnd lay lodged—though not dead.\nI know how the flowers felt.","themes":["nature","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Lodged","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Lodged","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-A_Minor_Bird","title":"A Minor Bird","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I have wished a bird would fly away,\nAnd not sing by my house all day;\n\nHave clapped my hands at him from the door\nWhen it seemed as if I could bear no more.\n\nThe fault must partly have been in me.\nThe bird was not to blame for his key.\n\nAnd of course there must be something wrong\nIn wanting to silence any song.","themes":["nature","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#A_Minor_Bird","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"A_Minor_Bird","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Bereft","title":"Bereft","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Where had I heard this wind before\nChange like this to a deeper roar?\nWhat would it take my standing there for,\nHolding open a restive door,\nLooking down hill to a frothy shore?\nSummer was past and day was past.\nSombre clouds in the west were massed.\nOut in the porch’s sagging floor,\nLeaves got up in a coil and hissed,\nBlindly struck at my knee and missed.\nSomething sinister in the tone\nTold me my secret must be known:\nWord I was in the house alone\nSomehow must have gotten abroad,\nWord I was in my life alone,\nWord I had no one left but God.","themes":["nature","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Bereft","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Bereft","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Tree_at_My_Window","title":"Tree at My Window","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Tree at my window, window tree,\nMy sash is lowered when night comes on;\nBut let there never be curtain drawn\nBetween you and me.\n\nVague dream-head lifted out of the ground,\nAnd thing next most diffuse to cloud,\nNot all your light tongues talking aloud\nCould be profound.\n\nBut tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,\nAnd if you have seen me when I slept,\nYou have seen me when I was taken and swept\nAnd all but lost.\n\nThat day she put our heads together,\nFate had her imagination about her,\nYour head so much concerned with outer,\nMine with inner, weather.","themes":["nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Tree_at_My_Window","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Tree_at_My_Window","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Peaceful_Shepherd","title":"The Peaceful Shepherd","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"If heaven were to do again,\nAnd on the pasture bars,\nI leaned to line the figures in\nBetween the dotted stars,\n\nI should be tempted to forget,\nI fear, the Crown of Rule,\nThe Scales of Trade, the Cross of Faith,\nAs hardly worth renewal.\n\nFor these have governed in our lives,\nAnd see how men have warred.\nThe Cross, the Crown, the Scales may all\nAs well have been the Sword.","themes":["spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Peaceful_Shepherd","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Peaceful_Shepherd","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Thatch","title":"The Thatch","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Out alone in the winter rain,\nIntent on giving and taking pain.\nBut never was I far out of sight\nOf a certain upper-window light.\nThe light was what it was all about:\nI would not go in till the light went out;\nIt would not go out till I came in.\nWell, we should see which one would win,\nWe should see which one would be first to yield.\nThe world was a black invisible field.\nThe rain by rights was snow for cold.\nThe wind was another layer of mould.\nBut the strangest thing: in the thick old thatch,\nWhere summer birds had been given hatch,\nHad fed in chorus, and lived to fledge,\nSome still were living in hermitage.\nAnd as I passed along the eaves,\nSo low I brushed the straw with my sleeves,\nI flushed birds out of hole after hole,\nInto the darkness. It grieved my soul,\nIt started a grief within a grief,\nTo think their case was beyond relief—\nThey could not go flying about in search\nOf their nest again, nor find a perch.\nThey must brood where they fell in mulch and mire,\nTrusting feathers and inward fire\nTill daylight made it safe for a flyer.\nMy greater grief was by so much reduced\nAs I thought of them without nest or roost.\nThat was how that grief started to melt.\nThey tell me the cottage where we dwelt,\nIts wind-torn thatch goes now unmended;\nIts life of hundreds of years has ended\nBy letting the rain I knew outdoors\nIn on to the upper chamber floors.","themes":["nature","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Thatch","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Thatch","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-A_Winter_Eden","title":"A Winter Eden","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A winter garden in an alder swamp,\nWhere conies now come out to sun and romp,\nAs near a paradise as it can be\nAnd not melt snow or start a dormant tree.\n\nIt lifts existence on a plane of snow\nOne level higher than the earth below,\nOne level nearer heaven overhead,\nAnd last year’s berries shining scarlet red.\n\nIt lifts a gaunt luxuriating beast\nWhere he can stretch and hold his highest feast\nOn some wild apple tree’s young tender bark,\nWhat well may prove the year’s high girdle mark.\n\nSo near to paradise all pairing ends:\nHere loveless birds now flock as winter friends,\nContent with bud-inspecting. They presume\nTo say which buds are leaf and which are bloom.\n\nA feather-hammer gives a double knock.\nThis Eden day is done at two o’clock.\nAn hour of winter day might seem too short\nTo make it worth life’s while to wake and sport.","themes":["nature","spirituality","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#A_Winter_Eden","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"A_Winter_Eden","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Flood","title":"The Flood","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Blood has been harder to dam back than water.\nJust when we think we have it impounded safe\nBehind new barrier walls (and let it chafe!),\nIt breaks away in some new kind of slaughter.\nWe choose to say it is let loose by the devil;\nBut power of blood itself releases blood.\nIt goes by might of being such a flood\nHeld high at so unnatural a level.\nIt will have outlet, brave and not so brave.\nWeapons of war and implements of peace\nAre but the points at which it finds release.\nAnd now it is once more the tidal wave\nThat when it has swept by leaves summits stained.\nOh, blood will out. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Acquainted_With_the_Night","title":"Acquainted With the Night","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I have been one acquainted with the night.\nI have walked out in rain—and back in rain.\nI have outwalked the furthest city light.\n\nI have looked down the saddest city lane.\nI have passed by the watchman on his beat\nAnd dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.\n\nI have stood still and stopped the sound of feet\nWhen far away an interrupted cry\nCame over houses from another street,\n\nBut not to call me back or say good-bye;\nAnd further still at an unearthly height,\nOne luminary clock against the sky\n\nProclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.\nI have been one acquainted with the night.","themes":["time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Acquainted_With_the_Night","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Acquainted_With_the_Night","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Lovely_Shall_Be_Choosers","title":"The Lovely Shall Be Choosers","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The Voice said, ‘Hurl her down!’\n\nThe Voices, ‘How far down?’\n\n‘Seven levels of the world.’\n\n‘How much time have we?’\n\n‘Take twenty years.\nShe would refuse love safe with wealth and honor!\nThe lovely shall be choosers, shall they?\nThen let them choose!’\n\n‘Then we shall let her choose?’\n\n‘Yes, let her choose.\nTake up the task beyond her choosing.’\n\nInvisible hands crowded on her shoulder\nIn readiness to weigh upon her.\nBut she stood straight still,\nIn broad round ear-rings, gold and jet with pearls\nAnd broad round suchlike brooch,\nHer cheeks high colored,\nProud and the pride of friends.\n\nThe Voice asked, ‘You can let her choose?’\n\n‘Yes, we can let her and still triumph.’\n\n‘Do it by joys, and leave her always blameless.\nBe her first joy her wedding,\nThat though a wedding,\nIs yet—well something they know, he and she.\nAnd after that her next joy\nThat though she grieves, her grief is secret:\nThose friends know nothing of her grief to make it shameful.\nHer third joy that though now they cannot help but know,\nThey move in pleasure too far off\nTo think much or much care.\nGive her a child at either knee for fourth joy\nTo tell once and once only, for them never to forget,\nHow once she walked in brightness,\nAnd make them see it in the winter firelight.\nBut give her friends for then she dare not tell\nFor their foregone incredulousness.\nAnd be her next joy this:\nHer never having deigned to tell them.\nMake her among the humblest even\nSeem to them less than they are.\nHopeless of being known for what she has been,\nFailing of being loved for what she is,\nGive her the comfort for her sixth of knowing\nShe fails from strangeness to a way of life\nShe came to from too high too late to learn.\nThen send some one with eyes to see\nAnd wonder at her where she is,\nAnd words to wonder in her hearing how she came there,\nBut without time to linger for her story.\nBe her last joy her heart’s going out to this one\nSo that she almost speaks.\nYou know them—seven in all.’\n\n‘Trust us,’ the Voices said.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Lovely_Shall_Be_Choosers","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Lovely_Shall_Be_Choosers","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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North is there, my love.\nThe brook runs west.’\n\n‘West-running Brook then call it.’\n(West-running Brook men call it to this day.)\n‘What does it think it’s doing running west\nWhen all the other country brooks flow east\nTo reach the ocean? It must be the brook\nCan trust itself to go by contraries\nThe way I can with you—and you with me—\nBecause we’re—we’re—I don’t know what we are.\nWhat are we?’\n\n‘Young or new?’\n\n‘We must be something.\nWe’ve said we two. Let’s change that to we three.\nAs you and I are married to each other,\nWe’ll both be married to the brook. We’ll build\nOur bridge across it, and the bridge shall be\nOur arm thrown over it asleep beside it.\nLook, look, it’s waving to us with a wave\nTo let us know it hears me.’\n\n‘Why, my dear,\nThat wave’s been standing off this jut of shore—’\n(The black stream, catching on a sunken rock,\nFlung backward on itself in one white wave,\nAnd the white water rode the black forever,\nNot gaining but not losing, like a bird\nWhite feathers from the struggle of whose breast\nFlecked the dark stream and flecked the darker pool\nBelow the point, and were at last driven wrinkled\nIn a white scarf against the far shore alders.)\n‘That wave’s been standing off this jut of shore\nEver since rivers, I was going to say,\nWere made in heaven. It wasn’t waved to us.’\n\n‘It wasn’t, yet it was. If not to you\nIt was to me—in an annunciation.’\n\n‘Oh, if you take it off to lady-land,\nAs’t were the country of the Amazons\nWe men must see you to the confines of\nAnd leave you there, ourselves forbid to enter,—\nIt is your brook! I have no more to say.’\n\n‘Yes, you have, too. Go on. You thought of something.’\n\n‘Speaking of contraries, see how the brook\nIn that white wave runs counter to itself.\nIt is from that in water we were from\nLong, long before we were from any creature.\nHere we, in our impatience of the steps,\nGet back to the beginning of beginnings,\nThe stream of everything that runs away.\nSome say existence like a Pirouot\nAnd Pirouette, forever in one place,\nStands still and dances, but it runs away,\nIt seriously, sadly, runs away\nTo fill the abyss’ void with emptiness.\nIt flows beside us in this water brook,\nBut it flows over us. It flows between us\nTo separate us for a panic moment.\nIt flows between us, over us, and with us.\nAnd it is time, strength, tone, light, life and love—\nAnd even substance lapsing unsubstantial;\nThe universal cataract of death\nThat spends to nothingness—and unresisted,\nSave by some strange resistance in itself,\nNot just a swerving, but a throwing back,\nAs if regret were in it and were sacred.\nIt has this throwing backward on itself\nSo that the fall of most of it is always\nRaising a little, sending up a little.\nOur life runs down in sending up the clock.\nThe brook runs down in sending up our life.\nThe sun runs down in sending up the brook.\nAnd there is something sending up the sun.\nIt is this backward motion toward the source,\nAgainst the stream, that most we see ourselves in,\nThe tribute of the current to the source.\nIt is from this in nature we are from.\nIt is most us.’\n\n‘Today will be the day\nYou said so.’\n\n‘No, today will be the day\nYou said the brook was called West-running Brook.’\n\n‘Today will be the day of what we both said.’","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#West-running_Brook","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"West-running_Brook","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Sand_Dunes","title":"Sand Dunes","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Sea waves are green and wet,\nBut up from where they die,\nRise others vaster yet,\nAnd those are brown and dry.\n\nThey are the sea made land\nTo come at the fisher town,\nAnd bury in solid sand\nThe men she could not drown.\n\nShe may know cove and cape,\nBut she does not know mankind\nIf by any change of shape,\nShe hopes to cut off mind.\n\nMen left her a ship to sink:\nThey can leave her a hut as well;\nAnd be but more free to think\nFor the one more cast off shell.","themes":["hope","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Sand_Dunes","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Sand_Dunes","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Canis_Major","title":"Canis Major","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The great Overdog,\nThat heavenly beast\nWith a star in one eye,\nGives a leap in the east.\n\nHe dances upright\nAll the way to the west\nAnd never once drops\nOn his forefeet to rest.\n\nI’m a poor underdog,\nBut tonight I will bark\nWith the great Overdog\nThat romps through the dark.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Canis_Major","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Canis_Major","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-A_Soldier","title":"A Soldier","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,\nThat lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,\nBut still lies pointed as it plowed the dust.\nIf we who sight along it round the world,\nSee nothing worthy to have been its mark,\nIt is because like men we look too near,\nForgetting that as fitted to the sphere,\nOur missiles always make too short an arc.\nThey fall, they rip the grass, they intersect\nThe curve of earth, and striking, break their own;\nThey make us cringe for metal-point on stone.\nBut this we know, the obstacle that checked\nAnd tripped the body, shot the spirit on\nFurther than target ever showed or shone.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#A_Soldier","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"A_Soldier","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Immigrants","title":"Immigrants","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"No ship of all that under sail or steam\nHave gathered people to us more and more\nBut Pilgrim-manned the Mayflower in a dream\nHas been her anxious convoy in to shore.","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Immigrants","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Immigrants","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Hannibal","title":"Hannibal","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Was there ever a cause too lost,\nEver a cause that was lost too long,\nOr that showed with the lapse of time too vain\nFor the generous tears of youth and song?","themes":["grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Hannibal","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Hannibal","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Flower_Boat","title":"The Flower Boat","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The fisherman’s swapping a yarn for a yarn\nUnder the hand of the village barber,\nAnd here in the angle of house and barn\nHis deep-sea dory has found a harbor.\n\nAt anchor she rides the sunny sod\nAs full to the gunnel of flowers growing\nAs ever she turned her home with cod\nFrom George’s bank when winds were blowing.\n\nAnd I judge from that Elysian freight\nThat all they ask is rougher weather,\nAnd dory and master will sail by fate\nTo seek for the Happy Isles together.","themes":["nature","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Flower_Boat","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Flower_Boat","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Times_Table","title":"The Times Table","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"More than half way up the pass\nWas a spring with a broken drinking glass,\nAnd whether the farmer drank or not\nHis mare was sure to observe the spot\nBy cramping the wheel on a water-bar,\nTurning her forehead with a star,\nAnd straining her ribs for a monster sigh;\nTo which the farmer would make reply,\n‘A sigh for every so many breath,\nAnd for every so many sigh a death.\nThat’s what I always tell my wife\nIs the multiplication table of life.’\nThe saying may be ever so true;\nBut it’s just the kind of a thing that you,\nNor I, nor nobody else may say,\nUnless our purpose is doing harm,\nAnd then I know of no better way\nTo close a road, abandon a farm,\nReduce the births of the human race,\nAnd bring back nature in people’s place.","themes":["nature","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Times_Table","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Times_Table","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Investment","title":"The Investment","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Over back where they speak of life as staying\n(‘You couldn’t call it living, for it ain’t’),\nThere was an old, old house renewed with paint,\nAnd in it a piano loudly playing.\n\nOut in the ploughed ground in the cold a digger,\nAmong unearthed potatoes standing still,\nWas counting winter dinners, one a hill,\nWith half an ear to the piano’s vigor.\n\nAll that piano and new paint back there,\nWas it some money suddenly come into?\nOr some extravagance young love had been to?\nOr old love on an impulse not to care—\n\nNot to sink under being man and wife,\nBut get some color and music out of life?","themes":["love","nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Investment","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Investment","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Last_Mowing","title":"The Last Mowing","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"There’s a place called Far-away Meadow\nWe never shall mow in again,\nOr such is the talk at the farmhouse:\nThe meadow is finished with men.\nThen now is the chance for the flowers\nThat can’t stand mowers and plowers.\nIt must be now; though, in season\nBefore the not mowing brings trees on,\nBefore trees, seeing the opening,\nMarch into a shadowy claim.\nThe trees are all I’m afraid of,\nThat flowers can’t bloom in the shade of;\nIt’s no more men I’m afraid of;\nThe meadow is done with the tame.\nThe place for the moment is ours\nFor you, oh tumultuous flowers,\nTo go to waste and go wild in,\nAll shapes and colors of flowers,\nI needn’t call you by name.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Last_Mowing","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Last_Mowing","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Birthplace","title":"The Birthplace","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Here further up the mountain slope\nThan there was ever any hope,\nMy father built, enclosed a spring,\nStrung chains of wall round everything,\nSubdued the growth of earth to grass,\nAnd brought our various lives to pass.\nA dozen girls and boys we were.\nThe mountain seemed to like the stir,\nAnd made of us a little while—\nWith always something in her smile.\nToday she wouldn’t know our name.\n(No girl’s, of course, has stayed the same.)\nThe mountain pushed us off her knees.\nAnd now her lap is full of trees.","themes":["nature","hope","home","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Birthplace","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Birthplace","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Door_in_the_Dark","title":"The Door in the Dark","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"In going from room to room in the dark,\nI reached out blindly to save my face,\nBut neglected, however lightly, to lace\nMy fingers and close my arms in an arc.\nA slim door got in past my guard,\nAnd hit me a blow in the head so hard\nI had my native simile jarred.\nSo people and things don’t pair any more\nWith what they used to pair with before.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Door_in_the_Dark","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Door_in_the_Dark","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Sitting_by_a_Bush","title":"Sitting by a Bush in Broad\n    Sunlight","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"When I spread out my hand here today,\nI catch no more than a ray\nTo feel of between thumb and fingers;\nNo lasting effect of it lingers.\n\nThere was one time and only the one\nWhen dust really took in the sun;\nAnd from that one intake of fire\nAll creatures still warmly suspire.\n\nAnd if men have watched a long time\nAnd never seen sun-smitten slime\nAgain come to life and crawl off,\nWe must not be too ready to scoff.\n\nGod once declared he was true\nAnd then took the veil and withdrew,\nAnd remember how final a hush\nThen descended of old on the bush.\n\nGod once spoke to people by name.\nThe sun once imparted its flame.\nOne impulse persists as our breath;\nThe other persists as our faith.","themes":["time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Sitting_by_a_Bush","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Sitting_by_a_Bush","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Armful","title":"The Armful","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"For every parcel I stoop down to seize,\nI lose some other off my arms and knees,\nAnd the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns,\nExtremes too hard to comprehend at once,\nYet nothing I should care to leave behind.\nWith all I have to hold with, hand and mind\nAnd heart, if need be, I will do my best\nTo keep their building balanced at my breast.\nI crouch down to prevent them as they fall;\nThen sit down in the middle of them all.\nI had to drop the armful in the road\nAnd try to stack them in a better load.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Armful","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Armful","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-What_Fifty_Said","title":"What Fifty Said","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"When I was young my teachers were the old.\nI gave up fire for form till I was cold.\nI suffered like a metal being cast.\nI went to school to age to learn the past.\n\nNow I am old my teachers are the young.\nWhat can’t be moulded must be cracked and sprung.\nI strain at lessons fit to start a suture.\nI go to school to youth to learn the future.","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#What_Fifty_Said","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"What_Fifty_Said","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. Earlier imported editions take precedence when the first line matches. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-Riders","title":"Riders","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The surest thing there is is we are riders,\nAnd though none too successful at it, guiders,\nThrough everything presented, land and tide\nAnd now the very air, of what we ride.\n\nWhat is this talked-of mystery of birth\nBut being mounted bareback on the earth?\nWe can just see the infant up astride,\nHis small fist buried in the bushy hide.\n\nThere is our wildest mount—a headless horse.\nBut though it runs unbridled off its course,\nAnd all our blandishments would seem defied,\nWe have ideas yet that we haven’t tried.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#Riders","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"Riders","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-On_Looking_Up_By_Chance_at","title":"On Looking Up By Chance at the Constellations","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"You’ll wait a long, long time for anything much\nTo happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud\nAnd the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves.\nThe sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch,\nNor strike out fire from each other, nor crash out loud.\nThe planets seem to interfere in their curves,\nBut nothing ever happens, no harm is done.\nWe may as well go patiently on with our life,\nAnd look elsewhere than to stars and moon and sun\nFor the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane.\nIt is true the longest drouth will end in rain,\nThe longest peace in China will end in strife.\nStill it wouldn’t reward the watcher to stay awake\nIn hopes of seeing the calm of heaven break\nOn his particular time and personal sight.\nThat calm seems certainly safe to last tonight.","themes":["hope","time","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#On_Looking_Up_By_Chance_at","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"On_Looking_Up_By_Chance_at","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"frost-collected-The_Bear","title":"The Bear","poet":"Robert Frost","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The bear puts both arms around the tree above her\nAnd draws it down as if it were a lover\nAnd its choke cherries lips to kiss good-bye,\nThen lets it snap back upright in the sky.\nHer next step rocks a boulder on the wall\n(She’s making her cross-country in the fall).\nHer great weight creaks the barbed-wire in its staples\nAs she flings over and off down through the maples,\nLeaving on one wire tooth a lock of hair.\nSuch is the uncaged progress of the bear.\nThe world has room to make a bear feel free;\nThe universe seems cramped to you and me.\nMan acts more like the poor bear in a cage\nThat all day fights a nervous inward rage,\nHis mood rejecting all his mind suggests.\nHe paces back and forth and never rests\nThe toe-nail click and shuffle of his feet,\nThe telescope at one end of his beat,\nAnd at the other end the microscope,\nTwo instruments of nearly equal hope,\nAnd in conjunction giving quite a spread.\nOr if he rests from scientific tread,\n’Tis only to sit back and sway his head\nThrough ninety odd degrees of arc, it seems,\nBetween two metaphysical extremes.\nHe sits back on his fundamental butt\nWith lifted snout and eyes (if any) shut,\n(He almost looks religious but he’s not),\nAnd back and forth he sways from cheek to cheek,\nAt one extreme agreeing with one Greek,\nAt the other agreeing with another Greek\nWhich may be thought, but only so to speak.\nA baggy figure, equally pathetic\nWhen sedentary and when peripatetic.","themes":["love","nature","hope","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Bear","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Bear","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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He knew the code:\nHis hate had roused an engine up the road.\nHe wished when he had had the track alone\nHe had attacked it with a club or stone\nAnd bent some rail wide open like a switch\nSo as to wreck the engine in the ditch.\nToo late though, now, he had himself to thank.\nIts click was rising to a nearer clank.\nHere it came breasting like a horse in skirts.\n(He stood well back for fear of scalding squirts.)\nThen for a moment all there was was size\nConfusion and a roar that drowned the cries\nHe raised against the gods in the machine.\nThen once again the sandbank lay serene.\nThe traveler’s eye picked up a turtle trail,\nBetween the dotted feet a streak of tail,\nAnd followed it to where he made out vague\nBut certain signs of buried turtle’s egg;\nAnd probing with one finger not too rough,\nHe found suspicious sand, and sure enough,\nThe pocket of a little turtle mine.\nIf there was one egg in it there were nine,\nTorpedo-like, with shell of gritty leather\nAll packed in sand to wait the trump together.\n‘You’d better not disturb me any more,’\nHe told the distance, ‘I am armed for war.\nThe next machine that has the power to pass\nWill get this plasm in its goggle glass.’","themes":["loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/78327/pg78327-images.html#The_Egg_and_the_Machine","sourceId":"frost-collected","sourceEdition":"Collected Poems of Robert Frost (1930), fourth printing; Project Gutenberg 78327","sourceLocator":"The_Egg_and_the_Machine","sourceNote":"Original verse from the 1930 collected edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0002","title":"One’s-Self I Sing","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"One’s-self I sing, a simple separate person,\n  Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse.\n\n  Of physiology from top to toe I sing,\n  Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse, I say\n      the Form complete is worthier far,\n  The Female equally with the Male I sing.\n\n  Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power,\n  Cheerful, for freest action form’d under the laws divine,\n  The Modern Man I sing.","themes":["spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0002","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0002","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0003","title":"As I Ponder’d in Silence","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"As I ponder’d in silence,\n  Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long,\n  A Phantom arose before me with distrustful aspect,\n  Terrible in beauty, age, and power,\n  The genius of poets of old lands,\n  As to me directing like flame its eyes,\n  With finger pointing to many immortal songs,\n  And menacing voice, What singest thou? it said,\n  Know’st thou not there is but one theme for ever-enduring bards?\n  And that is the theme of War, the fortune of battles,\n  The making of perfect soldiers.\n\n  Be it so, then I answer’d,\n  I too haughty Shade also sing war, and a longer and greater one than any,\n  Waged in my book with varying fortune, with flight, advance\n      and retreat, victory deferr’d and wavering,\n  (Yet methinks certain, or as good as certain, at the last,) the\n      field the world,\n  For life and death, for the Body and for the eternal Soul,\n  Lo, I too am come, chanting the chant of battles,\n  I above all promote brave soldiers.","themes":["hope","time","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0003","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0003","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0004","title":"In Cabin’d Ships at Sea","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"In cabin’d ships at sea,\n  The boundless blue on every side expanding,\n  With whistling winds and music of the waves, the large imperious waves,\n  Or some lone bark buoy’d on the dense marine,\n  Where joyous full of faith, spreading white sails,\n  She cleaves the ether mid the sparkle and the foam of day, or under\n      many a star at night,\n  By sailors young and old haply will I, a reminiscence of the land, be read,\n  In full rapport at last.\n\n  Here are our thoughts, voyagers’ thoughts,\n  Here not the land, firm land, alone appears, may then by them be said,\n  The sky o’erarches here, we feel the undulating deck beneath our feet,\n  We feel the long pulsation, ebb and flow of endless motion,\n  The tones of unseen mystery, the vague and vast suggestions of the\n      briny world, the liquid-flowing syllables,\n  The perfume, the faint creaking of the cordage, the melancholy rhythm,\n  The boundless vista and the horizon far and dim are all here,\n  And this is ocean’s poem.\n\n  Then falter not O book, fulfil your destiny,\n  You not a reminiscence of the land alone,\n  You too as a lone bark cleaving the ether, purpos’d I know not\n      whither, yet ever full of faith,\n  Consort to every ship that sails, sail you!\n  Bear forth to them folded my love, (dear mariners, for you I fold it\n      here in every leaf;)\n  Speed on my book! spread your white sails my little bark athwart the\n      imperious waves,\n  Chant on, sail on, bear o’er the boundless blue from me to every sea,\n  This song for mariners and all their ships.","themes":["love","time","loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0004","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0004","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0006","title":"To a Historian","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"You who celebrate bygones,\n  Who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the races, the life\n      that has exhibited itself,\n  Who have treated of man as the creature of politics, aggregates,\n      rulers and priests,\n  I, habitan of the Alleghanies, treating of him as he is in himself\n      in his own rights,\n  Pressing the pulse of the life that has seldom exhibited itself,\n      (the great pride of man in himself,)\n  Chanter of Personality, outlining what is yet to be,\n  I project the history of the future.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0006","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0006","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0007","title":"To Thee Old Cause","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"To thee old cause!\n  Thou peerless, passionate, good cause,\n  Thou stern, remorseless, sweet idea,\n  Deathless throughout the ages, races, lands,\n  After a strange sad war, great war for thee,\n  (I think all war through time was really fought, and ever will be\n      really fought, for thee,)\n  These chants for thee, the eternal march of thee.\n\n  (A war O soldiers not for itself alone,\n  Far, far more stood silently waiting behind, now to advance in this book.)\n\n  Thou orb of many orbs!\n  Thou seething principle! thou well-kept, latent germ! thou centre!\n  Around the idea of thee the war revolving,\n  With all its angry and vehement play of causes,\n  (With vast results to come for thrice a thousand years,)\n  These recitatives for thee,—my book and the war are one,\n  Merged in its spirit I and mine, as the contest hinged on thee,\n  As a wheel on its axis turns, this book unwitting to itself,\n  Around the idea of thee.","themes":["time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0007","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0007","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0008","title":"Eidolons","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I met a seer,\n  Passing the hues and objects of the world,\n  The fields of art and learning, pleasure, sense,\n       To glean eidolons.\n\n       Put in thy chants said he,\n  No more the puzzling hour nor day, nor segments, parts, put in,\n  Put first before the rest as light for all and entrance-song of all,\n       That of eidolons.\n\n       Ever the dim beginning,\n  Ever the growth, the rounding of the circle,\n  Ever the summit and the merge at last, (to surely start again,)\n       Eidolons! eidolons!\n\n       Ever the mutable,\n  Ever materials, changing, crumbling, re-cohering,\n  Ever the ateliers, the factories divine,\n       Issuing eidolons.\n\n       Lo, I or you,\n  Or woman, man, or state, known or unknown,\n  We seeming solid wealth, strength, beauty build,\n       But really build eidolons.\n\n       The ostent evanescent,\n  The substance of an artist’s mood or savan’s studies long,\n  Or warrior’s, martyr’s, hero’s toils,\n       To fashion his eidolon.\n\n       Of every human life,\n  (The units gather’d, posted, not a thought, emotion, deed, left out,)\n  The whole or large or small summ’d, added up,\n       In its eidolon.\n\n       The old, old urge,\n  Based on the ancient pinnacles, lo, newer, higher pinnacles,\n  From science and the modern still impell’d,\n       The old, old urge, eidolons.\n\n       The present now and here,\n  America’s busy, teeming, intricate whirl,\n  Of aggregate and segregate for only thence releasing,\n       To-day’s eidolons.\n\n       These with the past,\n  Of vanish’d lands, of all the reigns of kings across the sea,\n  Old conquerors, old campaigns, old sailors’ voyages,\n       Joining eidolons.\n\n       Densities, growth, facades,\n  Strata of mountains, soils, rocks, giant trees,\n  Far-born, far-dying, living long, to leave,\n       Eidolons everlasting.\n\n       Exalte, rapt, ecstatic,\n  The visible but their womb of birth,\n  Of orbic tendencies to shape and shape and shape,\n       The mighty earth-eidolon.\n\n       All space, all time,\n  (The stars, the terrible perturbations of the suns,\n  Swelling, collapsing, ending, serving their longer, shorter use,)\n       Fill’d with eidolons only.\n\n       The noiseless myriads,\n  The infinite oceans where the rivers empty,\n  The separate countless free identities, like eyesight,\n       The true realities, eidolons.\n\n       Not this the world,\n  Nor these the universes, they the universes,\n  Purport and end, ever the permanent life of life,\n       Eidolons, eidolons.\n\n       Beyond thy lectures learn’d professor,\n  Beyond thy telescope or spectroscope observer keen, beyond all mathematics,\n  Beyond the doctor’s surgery, anatomy, beyond the chemist with his chemistry,\n       The entities of entities, eidolons.\n\n       Unfix’d yet fix’d,\n  Ever shall be, ever have been and are,\n  Sweeping the present to the infinite future,\n       Eidolons, eidolons, eidolons.\n\n       The prophet and the bard,\n  Shall yet maintain themselves, in higher stages yet,\n  Shall mediate to the Modern, to Democracy, interpret yet to them,\n       God and eidolons.\n\n       And thee my soul,\n  Joys, ceaseless exercises, exaltations,\n  Thy yearning amply fed at last, prepared to meet,\n       Thy mates, eidolons.\n\n       Thy body permanent,\n  The body lurking there within thy body,\n  The only purport of the form thou art, the real I myself,\n       An image, an eidolon.\n\n       Thy very songs not in thy songs,\n  No special strains to sing, none for itself,\n  But from the whole resulting, rising at last and floating,\n       A round full-orb’d eidolon.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0008","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0008","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0015","title":"To a Certain Cantatrice","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Here, take this gift,\n  I was reserving it for some hero, speaker, or general,\n  One who should serve the good old cause, the great idea, the\n      progress and freedom of the race,\n  Some brave confronter of despots, some daring rebel;\n  But I see that what I was reserving belongs to you just as much as to any.","themes":["hope","time","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0015","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0015","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0016","title":"Me Imperturbe","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Me imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature,\n  Master of all or mistress of all, aplomb in the midst of irrational things,\n  Imbued as they, passive, receptive, silent as they,\n  Finding my occupation, poverty, notoriety, foibles, crimes, less\n      important than I thought,\n  Me toward the Mexican sea, or in the Mannahatta or the Tennessee,\n      or far north or inland,\n  A river man, or a man of the woods or of any farm-life of these\n      States or of the coast, or the lakes or Kanada,\n  Me wherever my life is lived, O to be self-balanced for contingencies,\n  To confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule, accidents, rebuffs, as\n      the trees and animals do.","themes":["nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0016","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0016","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0018","title":"The Ship Starting","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Lo, the unbounded sea,\n  On its breast a ship starting, spreading all sails, carrying even\n      her moonsails.\n  The pennant is flying aloft as she speeds she speeds so stately—\n      below emulous waves press forward,\n  They surround the ship with shining curving motions and foam.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0018","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0018","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0023","title":"Poets to Come","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!\n  Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for,\n  But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than\n      before known,\n  Arouse! for you must justify me.\n\n  I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,\n  I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness.\n\n  I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns a\n      casual look upon you and then averts his face,\n  Leaving it to you to prove and define it,\n  Expecting the main things from you.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0023","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0023","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0024","title":"To You","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why\n      should you not speak to me?\n  And why should I not speak to you?","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0024","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0024","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0025","title":"Thou Reader","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Thou reader throbbest life and pride and love the same as I,\n  Therefore for thee the following chants.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0025","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0025","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0026","title":"Starting from Paumanok","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  Starting from fish-shape Paumanok where I was born,\n  Well-begotten, and rais’d by a perfect mother,\n  After roaming many lands, lover of populous pavements,\n  Dweller in Mannahatta my city, or on southern savannas,\n  Or a soldier camp’d or carrying my knapsack and gun, or a miner\n      in California,\n  Or rude in my home in Dakota’s woods, my diet meat, my drink from\n      the spring,\n  Or withdrawn to muse and meditate in some deep recess,\n  Far from the clank of crowds intervals passing rapt and happy,\n  Aware of the fresh free giver the flowing Missouri, aware of\n      mighty Niagara,\n  Aware of the buffalo herds grazing the plains, the hirsute and\n      strong-breasted bull,\n  Of earth, rocks, Fifth-month flowers experienced, stars, rain, snow,\n      my amaze,\n  Having studied the mocking-bird’s tones and the flight of the\n      mountain-hawk,\n  And heard at dawn the unrivall’d one, the hermit thrush from the\n      swamp-cedars,\n  Solitary, singing in the West, I strike up for a New World.\n\n       2\n  Victory, union, faith, identity, time,\n  The indissoluble compacts, riches, mystery,\n  Eternal progress, the kosmos, and the modern reports.\n  This then is life,\n  Here is what has come to the surface after so many throes and convulsions.\n\n  How curious! how real!\n  Underfoot the divine soil, overhead the sun.\n\n  See revolving the globe,\n  The ancestor-continents away group’d together,\n  The present and future continents north and south, with the isthmus\n      between.\n\n  See, vast trackless spaces,\n  As in a dream they change, they swiftly fill,\n  Countless masses debouch upon them,\n  They are now cover’d with the foremost people, arts, institutions, known.\n\n  See, projected through time,\n  For me an audience interminable.\n\n  With firm and regular step they wend, they never stop,\n  Successions of men, Americanos, a hundred millions,\n  One generation playing its part and passing on,\n  Another generation playing its part and passing on in its turn,\n  With faces turn’d sideways or backward towards me to listen,\n  With eyes retrospective towards me.\n\n       3\n  Americanos! conquerors! marches humanitarian!\n  Foremost! century marches! Libertad! masses!\n  For you a programme of chants.\n\n  Chants of the prairies,\n  Chants of the long-running Mississippi, and down to the Mexican sea,\n  Chants of Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Iowa, Wisconsin and Minnesota,\n  Chants going forth from the centre from Kansas, and thence equidistant,\n  Shooting in pulses of fire ceaseless to vivify all.\n\n       4\n  Take my leaves America, take them South and take them North,\n  Make welcome for them everywhere, for they are your own off-spring,\n  Surround them East and West, for they would surround you,\n  And you precedents, connect lovingly with them, for they connect\n      lovingly with you.\n\n  I conn’d old times,\n  I sat studying at the feet of the great masters,\n  Now if eligible O that the great masters might return and study me.\n\n  In the name of these States shall I scorn the antique?\n  Why these are the children of the antique to justify it.\n\n       5\n  Dead poets, philosophs, priests,\n  Martyrs, artists, inventors, governments long since,\n  Language-shapers on other shores,\n  Nations once powerful, now reduced, withdrawn, or desolate,\n  I dare not proceed till I respectfully credit what you have left\n      wafted hither,\n  I have perused it, own it is admirable, (moving awhile among it,)\n  Think nothing can ever be greater, nothing can ever deserve more\n      than it deserves,\n  Regarding it all intently a long while, then dismissing it,\n  I stand in my place with my own day here.\n\n  Here lands female and male,\n  Here the heir-ship and heiress-ship of the world, here the flame of\n      materials,\n  Here spirituality the translatress, the openly-avow’d,\n  The ever-tending, the finale of visible forms,\n  The satisfier, after due long-waiting now advancing,\n  Yes here comes my mistress the soul.\n\n       6\n  The soul,\n  Forever and forever—longer than soil is brown and solid—longer\n      than water ebbs and flows.\n  I will make the poems of materials, for I think they are to be the\n      most spiritual poems,\n  And I will make the poems of my body and of mortality,\n  For I think I shall then supply myself with the poems of my soul and\n      of immortality.\n\n  I will make a song for these States that no one State may under any\n      circumstances be subjected to another State,\n  And I will make a song that there shall be comity by day and by\n      night between all the States, and between any two of them,\n  And I will make a song for the ears of the President, full of\n      weapons with menacing points,\n  And behind the weapons countless dissatisfied faces;\n  And a song make I of the One form’d out of all,\n  The fang’d and glittering One whose head is over all,\n  Resolute warlike One including and over all,\n  (However high the head of any else that head is over all.)\n\n  I will acknowledge contemporary lands,\n  I will trail the whole geography of the globe and salute courteously\n      every city large and small,\n  And employments! I will put in my poems that with you is heroism\n      upon land and sea,\n  And I will report all heroism from an American point of view.\n\n  I will sing the song of companionship,\n  I will show what alone must finally compact these,\n  I believe these are to found their own ideal of manly love,\n      indicating it in me,\n  I will therefore let flame from me the burning fires that were\n      threatening to consume me,\n  I will lift what has too long kept down those smouldering fires,\n  I will give them complete abandonment,\n  I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and of love,\n  For who but I should understand love with all its sorrow and joy?\n  And who but I should be the poet of comrades?\n\n       7\n  I am the credulous man of qualities, ages, races,\n  I advance from the people in their own spirit,\n  Here is what sings unrestricted faith.\n\n  Omnes! omnes! let others ignore what they may,\n  I make the poem of evil also, I commemorate that part also,\n  I am myself just as much evil as good, and my nation is—and I say\n      there is in fact no evil,\n  (Or if there is I say it is just as important to you, to the land or\n      to me, as any thing else.)\n\n  I too, following many and follow’d by many, inaugurate a religion, I\n      descend into the arena,\n  (It may be I am destin’d to utter the loudest cries there, the\n      winner’s pealing shouts,\n  Who knows? they may rise from me yet, and soar above every thing.)\n\n  Each is not for its own sake,\n  I say the whole earth and all the stars in the sky are for religion’s sake.\n\n  I say no man has ever yet been half devout enough,\n  None has ever yet adored or worship’d half enough,\n  None has begun to think how divine he himself is, and how certain\n      the future is.\n\n  I say that the real and permanent grandeur of these States must be\n      their religion,\n  Otherwise there is just no real and permanent grandeur;\n  (Nor character nor life worthy the name without religion,\n  Nor land nor man or woman without religion.)\n\n       8\n  What are you doing young man?\n  Are you so earnest, so given up to literature, science, art, amours?\n  These ostensible realities, politics, points?\n  Your ambition or business whatever it may be?\n\n  It is well—against such I say not a word, I am their poet also,\n  But behold! such swiftly subside, burnt up for religion’s sake,\n  For not all matter is fuel to heat, impalpable flame, the essential\n      life of the earth,\n  Any more than such are to religion.\n\n       9\n  What do you seek so pensive and silent?\n  What do you need camerado?\n  Dear son do you think it is love?\n\n  Listen dear son—listen America, daughter or son,\n  It is a painful thing to love a man or woman to excess, and yet it\n      satisfies, it is great,\n  But there is something else very great, it makes the whole coincide,\n  It, magnificent, beyond materials, with continuous hands sweeps and\n      provides for all.\n\n       10\n  Know you, solely to drop in the earth the germs of a greater religion,\n  The following chants each for its kind I sing.\n\n  My comrade!\n  For you to share with me two greatnesses, and a third one rising\n      inclusive and more resplendent,\n  The greatness of Love and Democracy, and the greatness of Religion.\n\n  Melange mine own, the unseen and the seen,\n  Mysterious ocean where the streams empty,\n  Prophetic spirit of materials shifting and flickering around me,\n  Living beings, identities now doubtless near us in the air that we\n      know not of,\n  Contact daily and hourly that will not release me,\n  These selecting, these in hints demanded of me.\n\n  Not he with a daily kiss onward from childhood kissing me,\n  Has winded and twisted around me that which holds me to him,\n  Any more than I am held to the heavens and all the spiritual world,\n  After what they have done to me, suggesting themes.\n\n  O such themes—equalities! O divine average!\n  Warblings under the sun, usher’d as now, or at noon, or setting,\n  Strains musical flowing through ages, now reaching hither,\n  I take to your reckless and composite chords, add to them, and\n      cheerfully pass them forward.\n\n       11\n  As I have walk’d in Alabama my morning walk,\n  I have seen where the she-bird the mocking-bird sat on her nest in\n      the briers hatching her brood.\n\n  I have seen the he-bird also,\n  I have paus’d to hear him near at hand inflating his throat and\n      joyfully singing.\n\n  And while I paus’d it came to me that what he really sang for was\n      not there only,\n  Nor for his mate nor himself only, nor all sent back by the echoes,\n  But subtle, clandestine, away beyond,\n  A charge transmitted and gift occult for those being born.\n\n       12\n  Democracy! near at hand to you a throat is now inflating itself and\n      joyfully singing.\n\n  Ma femme! for the brood beyond us and of us,\n  For those who belong here and those to come,\n  I exultant to be ready for them will now shake out carols stronger\n      and haughtier than have ever yet been heard upon earth.\n\n  I will make the songs of passion to give them their way,\n  And your songs outlaw’d offenders, for I scan you with kindred eyes,\n      and carry you with me the same as any.\n\n  I will make the true poem of riches,\n  To earn for the body and the mind whatever adheres and goes forward\n      and is not dropt by death;\n  I will effuse egotism and show it underlying all, and I will be the\n      bard of personality,\n  And I will show of male and female that either is but the equal of\n      the other,\n  And sexual organs and acts! do you concentrate in me, for I am determin’d\n      to tell you with courageous clear voice to prove you illustrious,\n  And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present, and\n      can be none in the future,\n  And I will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be turn’d to\n      beautiful results,\n  And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death,\n  And I will thread a thread through my poems that time and events are\n      compact,\n  And that all the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each\n      as profound as any.\n\n  I will not make poems with reference to parts,\n  But I will make poems, songs, thoughts, with reference to ensemble,\n  And I will not sing with reference to a day, but with reference to\n      all days,\n  And I will not make a poem nor the least part of a poem but has\n      reference to the soul,\n  Because having look’d at the objects of the universe, I find there\n      is no one nor any particle of one but has reference to the soul.\n\n       13\n  Was somebody asking to see the soul?\n  See, your own shape and countenance, persons, substances, beasts,\n      the trees, the running rivers, the rocks and sands.\n\n  All hold spiritual joys and afterwards loosen them;\n  How can the real body ever die and be buried?\n\n  Of your real body and any man’s or woman’s real body,\n  Item for item it will elude the hands of the corpse-cleaners and\n      pass to fitting spheres,\n  Carrying what has accrued to it from the moment of birth to the\n      moment of death.\n\n  Not the types set up by the printer return their impression, the\n      meaning, the main concern,\n  Any more than a man’s substance and life or a woman’s substance and\n      life return in the body and the soul,\n  Indifferently before death and after death.\n\n  Behold, the body includes and is the meaning, the main concern and\n      includes and is the soul;\n  Whoever you are, how superb and how divine is your body, or any part\n      of it!\n\n       14\n  Whoever you are, to you endless announcements!\n\n  Daughter of the lands did you wait for your poet?\n  Did you wait for one with a flowing mouth and indicative hand?\n  Toward the male of the States, and toward the female of the States,\n  Exulting words, words to Democracy’s lands.\n\n  Interlink’d, food-yielding lands!\n  Land of coal and iron! land of gold! land of cotton, sugar, rice!\n  Land of wheat, beef, pork! land of wool and hemp! land of the apple\n      and the grape!\n  Land of the pastoral plains, the grass-fields of the world! land of\n      those sweet-air’d interminable plateaus!\n  Land of the herd, the garden, the healthy house of adobie!\n  Lands where the north-west Columbia winds, and where the south-west\n      Colorado winds!\n  Land of the eastern Chesapeake! land of the Delaware!\n  Land of Ontario, Erie, Huron, Michigan!\n  Land of the Old Thirteen! Massachusetts land! land of Vermont and\n      Connecticut!\n  Land of the ocean shores! land of sierras and peaks!\n  Land of boatmen and sailors! fishermen’s land!\n  Inextricable lands! the clutch’d together! the passionate ones!\n  The side by side! the elder and younger brothers! the bony-limb’d!\n  The great women’s land! the feminine! the experienced sisters and\n      the inexperienced sisters!\n  Far breath’d land! Arctic braced! Mexican breez’d! the diverse! the\n      compact!\n  The Pennsylvanian! the Virginian! the double Carolinian!\n  O all and each well-loved by me! my intrepid nations! O I at any\n      rate include you all with perfect love!\n  I cannot be discharged from you! not from one any sooner than another!\n  O death! O for all that, I am yet of you unseen this hour with\n      irrepressible love,\n  Walking New England, a friend, a traveler,\n  Splashing my bare feet in the edge of the summer ripples on\n      Paumanok’s sands,\n  Crossing the prairies, dwelling again in Chicago, dwelling in every town,\n  Observing shows, births, improvements, structures, arts,\n  Listening to orators and oratresses in public halls,\n  Of and through the States as during life, each man and woman my neighbor,\n  The Louisianian, the Georgian, as near to me, and I as near to him and her,\n  The Mississippian and Arkansian yet with me, and I yet with any of them,\n  Yet upon the plains west of the spinal river, yet in my house of adobie,\n  Yet returning eastward, yet in the Seaside State or in Maryland,\n  Yet Kanadian cheerily braving the winter, the snow and ice welcome to me,\n  Yet a true son either of Maine or of the Granite State, or the\n      Narragansett Bay State, or the Empire State,\n  Yet sailing to other shores to annex the same, yet welcoming every\n      new brother,\n  Hereby applying these leaves to the new ones from the hour they\n      unite with the old ones,\n  Coming among the new ones myself to be their companion and equal,\n      coming personally to you now,\n  Enjoining you to acts, characters, spectacles, with me.\n\n       15\n  With me with firm holding, yet haste, haste on.\n  For your life adhere to me,\n  (I may have to be persuaded many times before I consent to give\n      myself really to you, but what of that?\n  Must not Nature be persuaded many times?)\n\n  No dainty dolce affettuoso I,\n  Bearded, sun-burnt, gray-neck’d, forbidding, I have arrived,\n  To be wrestled with as I pass for the solid prizes of the universe,\n  For such I afford whoever can persevere to win them.\n\n       16\n  On my way a moment I pause,\n  Here for you! and here for America!\n  Still the present I raise aloft, still the future of the States I\n      harbinge glad and sublime,\n  And for the past I pronounce what the air holds of the red aborigines.\n\n  The red aborigines,\n  Leaving natural breaths, sounds of rain and winds, calls as of birds\n      and animals in the woods, syllabled to us for names,\n  Okonee, Koosa, Ottawa, Monongahela, Sauk, Natchez, Chattahoochee,\n      Kaqueta, Oronoco,\n  Wabash, Miami, Saginaw, Chippewa, Oshkosh, Walla-Walla,\n  Leaving such to the States they melt, they depart, charging the\n      water and the land with names.\n\n       17\n  Expanding and swift, henceforth,\n  Elements, breeds, adjustments, turbulent, quick and audacious,\n  A world primal again, vistas of glory incessant and branching,\n  A new race dominating previous ones and grander far, with new contests,\n  New politics, new literatures and religions, new inventions and arts.\n\n  These, my voice announcing—I will sleep no more but arise,\n  You oceans that have been calm within me! how I feel you,\n      fathomless, stirring, preparing unprecedented waves and storms.\n\n       18\n  See, steamers steaming through my poems,\n  See, in my poems immigrants continually coming and landing,\n  See, in arriere, the wigwam, the trail, the hunter’s hut, the flat-boat,\n      the maize-leaf, the claim, the rude fence, and the backwoods village,\n  See, on the one side the Western Sea and on the other the Eastern Sea,\n      how they advance and retreat upon my poems as upon their own shores,\n  See, pastures and forests in my poems—see, animals wild and tame—see,\n      beyond the Kaw, countless herds of buffalo feeding on short curly grass,\n  See, in my poems, cities, solid, vast, inland, with paved streets,\n      with iron and stone edifices, ceaseless vehicles, and commerce,\n  See, the many-cylinder’d steam printing-press—see, the electric\n      telegraph stretching across the continent,\n  See, through Atlantica’s depths pulses American Europe reaching,\n      pulses of Europe duly return’d,\n  See, the strong and quick locomotive as it departs, panting, blowing\n      the steam-whistle,\n  See, ploughmen ploughing farms—see, miners digging mines—see,\n      the numberless factories,\n  See, mechanics busy at their benches with tools—see from among them\n      superior judges, philosophs, Presidents, emerge, drest in\n      working dresses,\n  See, lounging through the shops and fields of the States, me\n      well-belov’d, close-held by day and night,\n  Hear the loud echoes of my songs there—read the hints come at last.\n\n       19\n  O camerado close! O you and me at last, and us two only.\n  O a word to clear one’s path ahead endlessly!\n  O something ecstatic and undemonstrable! O music wild!\n  O now I triumph—and you shall also;\n  O hand in hand—O wholesome pleasure—O one more desirer and lover!\n  O to haste firm holding—to haste, haste on with me.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0026","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0026","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0027","title":"Song of Myself","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  I celebrate myself, and sing myself,\n  And what I assume you shall assume,\n  For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.\n\n  I loafe and invite my soul,\n  I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.\n\n  My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,\n  Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their\n      parents the same,\n  I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,\n  Hoping to cease not till death.\n\n  Creeds and schools in abeyance,\n  Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,\n  I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,\n  Nature without check with original energy.\n\n       2\n  Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with\n      perfumes,\n  I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it,\n  The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.\n\n  The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the\n      distillation, it is odorless,\n  It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it,\n  I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked,\n  I am mad for it to be in contact with me.\n\n  The smoke of my own breath,\n  Echoes, ripples, buzz’d whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine,\n  My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing\n      of blood and air through my lungs,\n  The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and\n      dark-color’d sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn,\n\n  The sound of the belch’d words of my voice loos’d to the eddies of\n      the wind,\n  A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms,\n  The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag,\n  The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields\n      and hill-sides,\n  The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising\n      from bed and meeting the sun.\n\n  Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? have you reckon’d the earth much?\n  Have you practis’d so long to learn to read?\n  Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?\n\n  Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of\n      all poems,\n  You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions\n      of suns left,)\n  You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through\n      the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books,\n  You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me,\n  You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.\n\n       3\n  I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the\n      beginning and the end,\n  But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.\n\n  There was never any more inception than there is now,\n  Nor any more youth or age than there is now,\n  And will never be any more perfection than there is now,\n  Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.\n\n  Urge and urge and urge,\n  Always the procreant urge of the world.\n\n  Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and\n      increase, always sex,\n  Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.\n  To elaborate is no avail, learn’d and unlearn’d feel that it is so.\n\n  Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well\n      entretied, braced in the beams,\n  Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical,\n  I and this mystery here we stand.\n\n  Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.\n\n  Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen,\n  Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn.\n\n  Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age,\n  Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they\n      discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself.\n\n  Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean,\n  Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be\n      less familiar than the rest.\n\n  I am satisfied—I see, dance, laugh, sing;\n  As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night,\n      and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread,\n  Leaving me baskets cover’d with white towels swelling the house with\n      their plenty,\n  Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes,\n  That they turn from gazing after and down the road,\n  And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent,\n  Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, and which is ahead?\n\n       4\n  Trippers and askers surround me,\n  People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and\n      city I live in, or the nation,\n  The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new,\n  My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues,\n  The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love,\n  The sickness of one of my folks or of myself, or ill-doing or loss\n      or lack of money, or depressions or exaltations,\n  Battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news,\n      the fitful events;\n  These come to me days and nights and go from me again,\n  But they are not the Me myself.\n\n  Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am,\n  Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary,\n  Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest,\n  Looking with side-curved head curious what will come next,\n  Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it.\n\n  Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with\n      linguists and contenders,\n  I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.\n\n       5\n  I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you,\n  And you must not be abased to the other.\n\n  Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat,\n  Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not\n      even the best,\n  Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.\n\n  I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning,\n  How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn’d over upon me,\n  And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue\n      to my bare-stript heart,\n  And reach’d till you felt my beard, and reach’d till you held my feet.\n\n  Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass\n      all the argument of the earth,\n  And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own,\n  And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own,\n  And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women\n      my sisters and lovers,\n  And that a kelson of the creation is love,\n  And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields,\n  And brown ants in the little wells beneath them,\n  And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap’d stones, elder, mullein and\n      poke-weed.\n\n       6\n  A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;\n  How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.\n\n  I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green\n      stuff woven.\n\n  Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,\n  A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt,\n  Bearing the owner’s name someway in the corners, that we may see\n      and remark, and say Whose?\n\n  Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.\n\n  Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,\n  And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones,\n  Growing among black folks as among white,\n  Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I\n      receive them the same.\n\n  And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.\n\n  Tenderly will I use you curling grass,\n  It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men,\n  It may be if I had known them I would have loved them,\n  It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out\n      of their mothers’ laps,\n  And here you are the mothers’ laps.\n\n  This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers,\n  Darker than the colorless beards of old men,\n  Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.\n\n  O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues,\n  And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.\n\n  I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women,\n  And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken\n      soon out of their laps.\n\n  What do you think has become of the young and old men?\n  And what do you think has become of the women and children?\n\n  They are alive and well somewhere,\n  The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,\n  And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the\n      end to arrest it,\n  And ceas’d the moment life appear’d.\n\n  All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,\n  And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.\n\n       7\n  Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?\n  I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.\n\n  I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash’d babe, and\n      am not contain’d between my hat and boots,\n  And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good,\n  The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.\n\n  I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth,\n  I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and\n      fathomless as myself,\n  (They do not know how immortal, but I know.)\n\n  Every kind for itself and its own, for me mine male and female,\n  For me those that have been boys and that love women,\n  For me the man that is proud and feels how it stings to be slighted,\n  For me the sweet-heart and the old maid, for me mothers and the\n      mothers of mothers,\n  For me lips that have smiled, eyes that have shed tears,\n  For me children and the begetters of children.\n\n  Undrape! you are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded,\n  I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no,\n  And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.\n\n       8\n  The little one sleeps in its cradle,\n  I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies\n      with my hand.\n\n  The youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill,\n  I peeringly view them from the top.\n\n  The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom,\n  I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note where the pistol\n      has fallen.\n\n  The blab of the pave, tires of carts, sluff of boot-soles, talk of\n      the promenaders,\n  The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating thumb, the\n      clank of the shod horses on the granite floor,\n  The snow-sleighs, clinking, shouted jokes, pelts of snow-balls,\n  The hurrahs for popular favorites, the fury of rous’d mobs,\n  The flap of the curtain’d litter, a sick man inside borne to the hospital,\n  The meeting of enemies, the sudden oath, the blows and fall,\n  The excited crowd, the policeman with his star quickly working his\n      passage to the centre of the crowd,\n  The impassive stones that receive and return so many echoes,\n  What groans of over-fed or half-starv’d who fall sunstruck or in fits,\n  What exclamations of women taken suddenly who hurry home and\n      give birth to babes,\n  What living and buried speech is always vibrating here, what howls\n      restrain’d by decorum,\n  Arrests of criminals, slights, adulterous offers made, acceptances,\n      rejections with convex lips,\n  I mind them or the show or resonance of them—I come and I depart.\n\n       9\n  The big doors of the country barn stand open and ready,\n  The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn wagon,\n  The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged,\n  The armfuls are pack’d to the sagging mow.\n\n  I am there, I help, I came stretch’d atop of the load,\n  I felt its soft jolts, one leg reclined on the other,\n  I jump from the cross-beams and seize the clover and timothy,\n  And roll head over heels and tangle my hair full of wisps.\n\n       10\n  Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt,\n  Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee,\n  In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night,\n  Kindling a fire and broiling the fresh-kill’d game,\n  Falling asleep on the gather’d leaves with my dog and gun by my side.\n\n  The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud,\n  My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck.\n\n  The boatmen and clam-diggers arose early and stopt for me,\n  I tuck’d my trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time;\n  You should have been with us that day round the chowder-kettle.\n\n  I saw the marriage of the trapper in the open air in the far west,\n      the bride was a red girl,\n  Her father and his friends sat near cross-legged and dumbly smoking,\n      they had moccasins to their feet and large thick blankets\n      hanging from their shoulders,\n  On a bank lounged the trapper, he was drest mostly in skins, his luxuriant\n      beard and curls protected his neck, he held his bride by the hand,\n  She had long eyelashes, her head was bare, her coarse straight locks\n      descended upon her voluptuous limbs and reach’d to her feet.\n\n  The runaway slave came to my house and stopt outside,\n  I heard his motions crackling the twigs of the woodpile,\n  Through the swung half-door of the kitchen I saw him limpsy and weak,\n  And went where he sat on a log and led him in and assured him,\n  And brought water and fill’d a tub for his sweated body and bruis’d feet,\n  And gave him a room that enter’d from my own, and gave him some\n      coarse clean clothes,\n  And remember perfectly well his revolving eyes and his awkwardness,\n  And remember putting plasters on the galls of his neck and ankles;\n  He staid with me a week before he was recuperated and pass’d north,\n  I had him sit next me at table, my fire-lock lean’d in the corner.\n\n       11\n  Twenty-eight young men bathe by the shore,\n  Twenty-eight young men and all so friendly;\n  Twenty-eight years of womanly life and all so lonesome.\n\n  She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank,\n  She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window.\n\n  Which of the young men does she like the best?\n  Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful to her.\n\n  Where are you off to, lady? for I see you,\n  You splash in the water there, yet stay stock still in your room.\n\n  Dancing and laughing along the beach came the twenty-ninth bather,\n  The rest did not see her, but she saw them and loved them.\n\n  The beards of the young men glisten’d with wet, it ran from their long hair,\n  Little streams pass’d all over their bodies.\n\n  An unseen hand also pass’d over their bodies,\n  It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs.\n\n  The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the\n      sun, they do not ask who seizes fast to them,\n  They do not know who puffs and declines with pendant and bending arch,\n  They do not think whom they souse with spray.\n\n       12\n  The butcher-boy puts off his killing-clothes, or sharpens his knife\n      at the stall in the market,\n  I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break-down.\n\n  Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil,\n  Each has his main-sledge, they are all out, there is a great heat in\n      the fire.\n\n  From the cinder-strew’d threshold I follow their movements,\n  The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms,\n  Overhand the hammers swing, overhand so slow, overhand so sure,\n  They do not hasten, each man hits in his place.\n\n       13\n  The negro holds firmly the reins of his four horses, the block swags\n      underneath on its tied-over chain,\n  The negro that drives the long dray of the stone-yard, steady and\n      tall he stands pois’d on one leg on the string-piece,\n  His blue shirt exposes his ample neck and breast and loosens over\n      his hip-band,\n  His glance is calm and commanding, he tosses the slouch of his hat\n      away from his forehead,\n  The sun falls on his crispy hair and mustache, falls on the black of\n      his polish’d and perfect limbs.\n\n  I behold the picturesque giant and love him, and I do not stop there,\n  I go with the team also.\n\n  In me the caresser of life wherever moving, backward as well as\n      forward sluing,\n  To niches aside and junior bending, not a person or object missing,\n  Absorbing all to myself and for this song.\n\n  Oxen that rattle the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade, what\n      is that you express in your eyes?\n  It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.\n\n  My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and\n      day-long ramble,\n  They rise together, they slowly circle around.\n\n  I believe in those wing’d purposes,\n  And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me,\n  And consider green and violet and the tufted crown intentional,\n  And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else,\n  And the jay in the woods never studied the gamut, yet trills pretty well to me,\n  And the look of the bay mare shames silliness out of me.\n\n       14\n  The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night,\n  Ya-honk he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation,\n  The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listening close,\n  Find its purpose and place up there toward the wintry sky.\n\n  The sharp-hoof’d moose of the north, the cat on the house-sill, the\n      chickadee, the prairie-dog,\n  The litter of the grunting sow as they tug at her teats,\n  The brood of the turkey-hen and she with her half-spread wings,\n  I see in them and myself the same old law.\n\n  The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections,\n  They scorn the best I can do to relate them.\n\n  I am enamour’d of growing out-doors,\n  Of men that live among cattle or taste of the ocean or woods,\n  Of the builders and steerers of ships and the wielders of axes and\n      mauls, and the drivers of horses,\n  I can eat and sleep with them week in and week out.\n\n  What is commonest, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is Me,\n  Me going in for my chances, spending for vast returns,\n  Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me,\n  Not asking the sky to come down to my good will,\n  Scattering it freely forever.\n\n       15\n  The pure contralto sings in the organ loft,\n  The carpenter dresses his plank, the tongue of his foreplane\n      whistles its wild ascending lisp,\n  The married and unmarried children ride home to their Thanksgiving dinner,\n  The pilot seizes the king-pin, he heaves down with a strong arm,\n  The mate stands braced in the whale-boat, lance and harpoon are ready,\n  The duck-shooter walks by silent and cautious stretches,\n  The deacons are ordain’d with cross’d hands at the altar,\n  The spinning-girl retreats and advances to the hum of the big wheel,\n  The farmer stops by the bars as he walks on a First-day loafe and\n      looks at the oats and rye,\n  The lunatic is carried at last to the asylum a confirm’d case,\n  (He will never sleep any more as he did in the cot in his mother’s\n      bed-room;)\n  The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case,\n  He turns his quid of tobacco while his eyes blurr with the manuscript;\n  The malform’d limbs are tied to the surgeon’s table,\n  What is removed drops horribly in a pail;\n  The quadroon girl is sold at the auction-stand, the drunkard nods by\n      the bar-room stove,\n  The machinist rolls up his sleeves, the policeman travels his beat,\n      the gate-keeper marks who pass,\n  The young fellow drives the express-wagon, (I love him, though I do\n      not know him;)\n  The half-breed straps on his light boots to compete in the race,\n  The western turkey-shooting draws old and young, some lean on their\n      rifles, some sit on logs,\n  Out from the crowd steps the marksman, takes his position, levels his piece;\n  The groups of newly-come immigrants cover the wharf or levee,\n  As the woolly-pates hoe in the sugar-field, the overseer views them\n      from his saddle,\n  The bugle calls in the ball-room, the gentlemen run for their\n      partners, the dancers bow to each other,\n  The youth lies awake in the cedar-roof’d garret and harks to the\n      musical rain,\n  The Wolverine sets traps on the creek that helps fill the Huron,\n  The squaw wrapt in her yellow-hemm’d cloth is offering moccasins and\n      bead-bags for sale,\n  The connoisseur peers along the exhibition-gallery with half-shut\n      eyes bent sideways,\n  As the deck-hands make fast the steamboat the plank is thrown for\n      the shore-going passengers,\n  The young sister holds out the skein while the elder sister winds it\n      off in a ball, and stops now and then for the knots,\n  The one-year wife is recovering and happy having a week ago borne\n      her first child,\n  The clean-hair’d Yankee girl works with her sewing-machine or in the\n      factory or mill,\n  The paving-man leans on his two-handed rammer, the reporter’s lead\n      flies swiftly over the note-book, the sign-painter is lettering\n      with blue and gold,\n  The canal boy trots on the tow-path, the book-keeper counts at his\n      desk, the shoemaker waxes his thread,\n  The conductor beats time for the band and all the performers follow him,\n  The child is baptized, the convert is making his first professions,\n  The regatta is spread on the bay, the race is begun, (how the white\n      sails sparkle!)\n  The drover watching his drove sings out to them that would stray,\n  The pedler sweats with his pack on his back, (the purchaser higgling\n      about the odd cent;)\n  The bride unrumples her white dress, the minute-hand of the clock\n      moves slowly,\n  The opium-eater reclines with rigid head and just-open’d lips,\n  The prostitute draggles her shawl, her bonnet bobs on her tipsy and\n      pimpled neck,\n  The crowd laugh at her blackguard oaths, the men jeer and wink to\n      each other,\n  (Miserable! I do not laugh at your oaths nor jeer you;)\n  The President holding a cabinet council is surrounded by the great\n      Secretaries,\n  On the piazza walk three matrons stately and friendly with twined arms,\n  The crew of the fish-smack pack repeated layers of halibut in the hold,\n  The Missourian crosses the plains toting his wares and his cattle,\n  As the fare-collector goes through the train he gives notice by the\n      jingling of loose change,\n  The floor-men are laying the floor, the tinners are tinning the\n      roof, the masons are calling for mortar,\n  In single file each shouldering his hod pass onward the laborers;\n  Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gather’d, it\n      is the fourth of Seventh-month, (what salutes of cannon and small arms!)\n  Seasons pursuing each other the plougher ploughs, the mower mows,\n      and the winter-grain falls in the ground;\n  Off on the lakes the pike-fisher watches and waits by the hole in\n      the frozen surface,\n  The stumps stand thick round the clearing, the squatter strikes deep\n      with his axe,\n  Flatboatmen make fast towards dusk near the cotton-wood or pecan-trees,\n  Coon-seekers go through the regions of the Red river or through\n      those drain’d by the Tennessee, or through those of the Arkansas,\n  Torches shine in the dark that hangs on the Chattahooche or Altamahaw,\n  Patriarchs sit at supper with sons and grandsons and great-grandsons\n      around them,\n  In walls of adobie, in canvas tents, rest hunters and trappers after\n      their day’s sport,\n  The city sleeps and the country sleeps,\n  The living sleep for their time, the dead sleep for their time,\n  The old husband sleeps by his wife and the young husband sleeps by his wife;\n  And these tend inward to me, and I tend outward to them,\n  And such as it is to be of these more or less I am,\n  And of these one and all I weave the song of myself.\n\n       16\n  I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise,\n  Regardless of others, ever regardful of others,\n  Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man,\n  Stuff’d with the stuff that is coarse and stuff’d with the stuff\n      that is fine,\n  One of the Nation of many nations, the smallest the same and the\n      largest the same,\n  A Southerner soon as a Northerner, a planter nonchalant and\n      hospitable down by the Oconee I live,\n  A Yankee bound my own way ready for trade, my joints the limberest\n      joints on earth and the sternest joints on earth,\n  A Kentuckian walking the vale of the Elkhorn in my deer-skin\n      leggings, a Louisianian or Georgian,\n  A boatman over lakes or bays or along coasts, a Hoosier, Badger, Buckeye;\n  At home on Kanadian snow-shoes or up in the bush, or with fishermen\n      off Newfoundland,\n  At home in the fleet of ice-boats, sailing with the rest and tacking,\n  At home on the hills of Vermont or in the woods of Maine, or the\n      Texan ranch,\n  Comrade of Californians, comrade of free North-Westerners, (loving\n      their big proportions,)\n  Comrade of raftsmen and coalmen, comrade of all who shake hands\n      and welcome to drink and meat,\n  A learner with the simplest, a teacher of the thoughtfullest,\n  A novice beginning yet experient of myriads of seasons,\n  Of every hue and caste am I, of every rank and religion,\n  A farmer, mechanic, artist, gentleman, sailor, quaker,\n  Prisoner, fancy-man, rowdy, lawyer, physician, priest.\n\n  I resist any thing better than my own diversity,\n  Breathe the air but leave plenty after me,\n  And am not stuck up, and am in my place.\n\n  (The moth and the fish-eggs are in their place,\n  The bright suns I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place,\n  The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place.)\n\n       17\n  These are really the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they\n      are not original with me,\n  If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing, or next to nothing,\n  If they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle they are nothing,\n  If they are not just as close as they are distant they are nothing.\n\n  This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is,\n  This the common air that bathes the globe.\n\n       18\n  With music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums,\n  I play not marches for accepted victors only, I play marches for\n      conquer’d and slain persons.\n\n  Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?\n  I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit\n      in which they are won.\n\n  I beat and pound for the dead,\n  I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them.\n\n  Vivas to those who have fail’d!\n  And to those whose war-vessels sank in the sea!\n  And to those themselves who sank in the sea!\n  And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes!\n  And the numberless unknown heroes equal to the greatest heroes known!\n\n       19\n  This is the meal equally set, this the meat for natural hunger,\n  It is for the wicked just same as the righteous, I make appointments\n      with all,\n  I will not have a single person slighted or left away,\n  The kept-woman, sponger, thief, are hereby invited,\n  The heavy-lipp’d slave is invited, the venerealee is invited;\n  There shall be no difference between them and the rest.\n\n  This is the press of a bashful hand, this the float and odor of hair,\n  This the touch of my lips to yours, this the murmur of yearning,\n  This the far-off depth and height reflecting my own face,\n  This the thoughtful merge of myself, and the outlet again.\n\n  Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?\n  Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the\n      side of a rock has.\n\n  Do you take it I would astonish?\n  Does the daylight astonish? does the early redstart twittering\n      through the woods?\n  Do I astonish more than they?\n\n  This hour I tell things in confidence,\n  I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.\n\n       20\n  Who goes there? hankering, gross, mystical, nude;\n  How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?\n\n  What is a man anyhow? what am I? what are you?\n\n  All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own,\n  Else it were time lost listening to me.\n\n  I do not snivel that snivel the world over,\n  That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth.\n\n  Whimpering and truckling fold with powders for invalids, conformity\n      goes to the fourth-remov’d,\n  I wear my hat as I please indoors or out.\n\n  Why should I pray? why should I venerate and be ceremonious?\n\n  Having pried through the strata, analyzed to a hair, counsel’d with\n      doctors and calculated close,\n  I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.\n\n  In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less,\n  And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.\n\n  I know I am solid and sound,\n  To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow,\n  All are written to me, and I must get what the writing means.\n\n  I know I am deathless,\n  I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter’s compass,\n  I know I shall not pass like a child’s carlacue cut with a burnt\n      stick at night.\n\n  I know I am august,\n  I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood,\n  I see that the elementary laws never apologize,\n  (I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by,\n      after all.)\n\n  I exist as I am, that is enough,\n  If no other in the world be aware I sit content,\n  And if each and all be aware I sit content.\n\n  One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself,\n  And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten\n      million years,\n  I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.\n\n  My foothold is tenon’d and mortis’d in granite,\n  I laugh at what you call dissolution,\n  And I know the amplitude of time.\n\n       21\n  I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul,\n  The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me,\n  The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate\n      into new tongue.\n\n  I am the poet of the woman the same as the man,\n  And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man,\n  And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.\n\n  I chant the chant of dilation or pride,\n  We have had ducking and deprecating about enough,\n  I show that size is only development.\n\n  Have you outstript the rest? are you the President?\n  It is a trifle, they will more than arrive there every one, and\n      still pass on.\n\n  I am he that walks with the tender and growing night,\n  I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.\n\n  Press close bare-bosom’d night—press close magnetic nourishing night!\n  Night of south winds—night of the large few stars!\n  Still nodding night—mad naked summer night.\n\n  Smile O voluptuous cool-breath’d earth!\n  Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!\n  Earth of departed sunset—earth of the mountains misty-topt!\n  Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!\n  Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!\n  Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!\n  Far-swooping elbow’d earth—rich apple-blossom’d earth!\n  Smile, for your lover comes.\n\n  Prodigal, you have given me love—therefore I to you give love!\n  O unspeakable passionate love.\n\n  Thruster holding me tight and that I hold tight!\n  We hurt each other as the bridegroom and the bride hurt each other.\n\n       22\n  You sea! I resign myself to you also—I guess what you mean,\n  I behold from the beach your crooked fingers,\n  I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me,\n  We must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land,\n  Cushion me soft, rock me in billowy drowse,\n  Dash me with amorous wet, I can repay you.\n\n  Sea of stretch’d ground-swells,\n  Sea breathing broad and convulsive breaths,\n  Sea of the brine of life and of unshovell’d yet always-ready graves,\n  Howler and scooper of storms, capricious and dainty sea,\n  I am integral with you, I too am of one phase and of all phases.\n\n  Partaker of influx and efflux I, extoller of hate and conciliation,\n  Extoller of amies and those that sleep in each others’ arms.\n\n  I am he attesting sympathy,\n  (Shall I make my list of things in the house and skip the house that\n      supports them?)\n\n  I am not the poet of goodness only, I do not decline to be the poet\n      of wickedness also.\n\n  What blurt is this about virtue and about vice?\n  Evil propels me and reform of evil propels me, I stand indifferent,\n  My gait is no fault-finder’s or rejecter’s gait,\n  I moisten the roots of all that has grown.\n\n  Did you fear some scrofula out of the unflagging pregnancy?\n  Did you guess the celestial laws are yet to be work’d over and rectified?\n\n  I find one side a balance and the antipedal side a balance,\n  Soft doctrine as steady help as stable doctrine,\n  Thoughts and deeds of the present our rouse and early start.\n\n  This minute that comes to me over the past decillions,\n  There is no better than it and now.\n\n  What behaved well in the past or behaves well to-day is not such wonder,\n  The wonder is always and always how there can be a mean man or an infidel.\n\n       23\n  Endless unfolding of words of ages!\n  And mine a word of the modern, the word En-Masse.\n\n  A word of the faith that never balks,\n  Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.\n\n  It alone is without flaw, it alone rounds and completes all,\n  That mystic baffling wonder alone completes all.\n\n  I accept Reality and dare not question it,\n  Materialism first and last imbuing.\n\n  Hurrah for positive science! long live exact demonstration!\n  Fetch stonecrop mixt with cedar and branches of lilac,\n  This is the lexicographer, this the chemist, this made a grammar of\n      the old cartouches,\n  These mariners put the ship through dangerous unknown seas.\n  This is the geologist, this works with the scalper, and this is a\n      mathematician.\n\n  Gentlemen, to you the first honors always!\n  Your facts are useful, and yet they are not my dwelling,\n  I but enter by them to an area of my dwelling.\n\n  Less the reminders of properties told my words,\n  And more the reminders they of life untold, and of freedom and extrication,\n  And make short account of neuters and geldings, and favor men and\n      women fully equipt,\n  And beat the gong of revolt, and stop with fugitives and them that\n      plot and conspire.\n\n       24\n  Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son,\n  Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking and breeding,\n  No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them,\n  No more modest than immodest.\n\n  Unscrew the locks from the doors!\n  Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs!\n\n  Whoever degrades another degrades me,\n  And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.\n\n  Through me the afflatus surging and surging, through me the current\n      and index.\n\n  I speak the pass-word primeval, I give the sign of democracy,\n  By God! I will accept nothing which all cannot have their\n      counterpart of on the same terms.\n\n  Through me many long dumb voices,\n  Voices of the interminable generations of prisoners and slaves,\n  Voices of the diseas’d and despairing and of thieves and dwarfs,\n  Voices of cycles of preparation and accretion,\n  And of the threads that connect the stars, and of wombs and of the\n      father-stuff,\n  And of the rights of them the others are down upon,\n  Of the deform’d, trivial, flat, foolish, despised,\n  Fog in the air, beetles rolling balls of dung.\n\n  Through me forbidden voices,\n  Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veil’d and I remove the veil,\n  Voices indecent by me clarified and transfigur’d.\n\n  I do not press my fingers across my mouth,\n  I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and heart,\n  Copulation is no more rank to me than death is.\n\n  I believe in the flesh and the appetites,\n  Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me\n      is a miracle.\n\n  Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am\n      touch’d from,\n  The scent of these arm-pits aroma finer than prayer,\n  This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.\n\n  If I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of\n      my own body, or any part of it,\n  Translucent mould of me it shall be you!\n  Shaded ledges and rests it shall be you!\n  Firm masculine colter it shall be you!\n  Whatever goes to the tilth of me it shall be you!\n  You my rich blood! your milky stream pale strippings of my life!\n  Breast that presses against other breasts it shall be you!\n  My brain it shall be your occult convolutions!\n  Root of wash’d sweet-flag! timorous pond-snipe! nest of guarded\n      duplicate eggs! it shall be you!\n  Mix’d tussled hay of head, beard, brawn, it shall be you!\n  Trickling sap of maple, fibre of manly wheat, it shall be you!\n  Sun so generous it shall be you!\n  Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you!\n  You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you!\n  Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you!\n  Broad muscular fields, branches of live oak, loving lounger in my\n      winding paths, it shall be you!\n  Hands I have taken, face I have kiss’d, mortal I have ever touch’d,\n      it shall be you.\n\n  I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious,\n  Each moment and whatever happens thrills me with joy,\n  I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish,\n  Nor the cause of the friendship I emit, nor the cause of the\n      friendship I take again.\n\n  That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it really be,\n  A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics\n      of books.\n\n  To behold the day-break!\n  The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows,\n  The air tastes good to my palate.\n\n  Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols silently rising\n      freshly exuding,\n  Scooting obliquely high and low.\n\n  Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs,\n  Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.\n\n  The earth by the sky staid with, the daily close of their junction,\n  The heav’d challenge from the east that moment over my head,\n  The mocking taunt, See then whether you shall be master!\n\n       25\n  Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me,\n  If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.\n\n  We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun,\n  We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.\n\n  My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach,\n  With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes of worlds.\n\n  Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself,\n  It provokes me forever, it says sarcastically,\n  Walt you contain enough, why don’t you let it out then?\n\n  Come now I will not be tantalized, you conceive too much of\n      articulation,\n  Do you not know O speech how the buds beneath you are folded?\n  Waiting in gloom, protected by frost,\n  The dirt receding before my prophetical screams,\n  I underlying causes to balance them at last,\n  My knowledge my live parts, it keeping tally with the meaning of all things,\n  Happiness, (which whoever hears me let him or her set out in search\n      of this day.)\n\n  My final merit I refuse you, I refuse putting from me what I really am,\n  Encompass worlds, but never try to encompass me,\n  I crowd your sleekest and best by simply looking toward you.\n\n  Writing and talk do not prove me,\n  I carry the plenum of proof and every thing else in my face,\n  With the hush of my lips I wholly confound the skeptic.\n\n       26\n  Now I will do nothing but listen,\n  To accrue what I hear into this song, to let sounds contribute toward it.\n\n  I hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of flames,\n      clack of sticks cooking my meals,\n  I hear the sound I love, the sound of the human voice,\n  I hear all sounds running together, combined, fused or following,\n  Sounds of the city and sounds out of the city, sounds of the day and night,\n  Talkative young ones to those that like them, the loud laugh of\n      work-people at their meals,\n  The angry base of disjointed friendship, the faint tones of the sick,\n  The judge with hands tight to the desk, his pallid lips pronouncing\n      a death-sentence,\n  The heave’e’yo of stevedores unlading ships by the wharves, the\n      refrain of the anchor-lifters,\n  The ring of alarm-bells, the cry of fire, the whirr of swift-streaking\n      engines and hose-carts with premonitory tinkles and color’d lights,\n  The steam-whistle, the solid roll of the train of approaching cars,\n  The slow march play’d at the head of the association marching two and two,\n  (They go to guard some corpse, the flag-tops are draped with black muslin.)\n\n  I hear the violoncello, (’tis the young man’s heart’s complaint,)\n  I hear the key’d cornet, it glides quickly in through my ears,\n  It shakes mad-sweet pangs through my belly and breast.\n\n  I hear the chorus, it is a grand opera,\n  Ah this indeed is music—this suits me.\n\n  A tenor large and fresh as the creation fills me,\n  The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and filling me full.\n\n  I hear the train’d soprano (what work with hers is this?)\n  The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies,\n  It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess’d them,\n  It sails me, I dab with bare feet, they are lick’d by the indolent waves,\n  I am cut by bitter and angry hail, I lose my breath,\n  Steep’d amid honey’d morphine, my windpipe throttled in fakes of death,\n  At length let up again to feel the puzzle of puzzles,\n  And that we call Being.\n\n       27\n  To be in any form, what is that?\n  (Round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither,)\n  If nothing lay more develop’d the quahaug in its callous shell were enough.\n\n  Mine is no callous shell,\n  I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop,\n  They seize every object and lead it harmlessly through me.\n\n  I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy,\n  To touch my person to some one else’s is about as much as I can stand.\n\n       28\n  Is this then a touch? quivering me to a new identity,\n  Flames and ether making a rush for my veins,\n  Treacherous tip of me reaching and crowding to help them,\n  My flesh and blood playing out lightning to strike what is hardly\n      different from myself,\n  On all sides prurient provokers stiffening my limbs,\n  Straining the udder of my heart for its withheld drip,\n  Behaving licentious toward me, taking no denial,\n  Depriving me of my best as for a purpose,\n  Unbuttoning my clothes, holding me by the bare waist,\n  Deluding my confusion with the calm of the sunlight and pasture-fields,\n  Immodestly sliding the fellow-senses away,\n  They bribed to swap off with touch and go and graze at the edges of me,\n  No consideration, no regard for my draining strength or my anger,\n  Fetching the rest of the herd around to enjoy them a while,\n  Then all uniting to stand on a headland and worry me.\n\n  The sentries desert every other part of me,\n  They have left me helpless to a red marauder,\n  They all come to the headland to witness and assist against me.\n\n  I am given up by traitors,\n  I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the\n      greatest traitor,\n  I went myself first to the headland, my own hands carried me there.\n\n  You villain touch! what are you doing? my breath is tight in its throat,\n  Unclench your floodgates, you are too much for me.\n\n       29\n  Blind loving wrestling touch, sheath’d hooded sharp-tooth’d touch!\n  Did it make you ache so, leaving me?\n\n  Parting track’d by arriving, perpetual payment of perpetual loan,\n  Rich showering rain, and recompense richer afterward.\n\n  Sprouts take and accumulate, stand by the curb prolific and vital,\n  Landscapes projected masculine, full-sized and golden.\n\n       30\n  All truths wait in all things,\n  They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it,\n  They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon,\n  The insignificant is as big to me as any,\n  (What is less or more than a touch?)\n\n  Logic and sermons never convince,\n  The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.\n\n  (Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so,\n  Only what nobody denies is so.)\n\n  A minute and a drop of me settle my brain,\n  I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps,\n  And a compend of compends is the meat of a man or woman,\n  And a summit and flower there is the feeling they have for each other,\n  And they are to branch boundlessly out of that lesson until it\n      becomes omnific,\n  And until one and all shall delight us, and we them.\n\n       31\n  I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars,\n  And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg\n      of the wren,\n  And the tree-toad is a chef-d’œuvre for the highest,\n  And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,\n  And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery,\n  And the cow crunching with depress’d head surpasses any statue,\n  And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.\n\n  I find I incorporate gneiss, coal, long-threaded moss, fruits,\n      grains, esculent roots,\n  And am stucco’d with quadrupeds and birds all over,\n  And have distanced what is behind me for good reasons,\n  But call any thing back again when I desire it.\n\n  In vain the speeding or shyness,\n  In vain the plutonic rocks send their old heat against my approach,\n  In vain the mastodon retreats beneath its own powder’d bones,\n  In vain objects stand leagues off and assume manifold shapes,\n  In vain the ocean settling in hollows and the great monsters lying low,\n  In vain the buzzard houses herself with the sky,\n  In vain the snake slides through the creepers and logs,\n  In vain the elk takes to the inner passes of the woods,\n  In vain the razor-bill’d auk sails far north to Labrador,\n  I follow quickly, I ascend to the nest in the fissure of the cliff.\n\n       32\n  I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and\n      self-contain’d,\n  I stand and look at them long and long.\n\n  They do not sweat and whine about their condition,\n  They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,\n  They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,\n  Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of\n      owning things,\n  Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of\n      years ago,\n  Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.\n\n  So they show their relations to me and I accept them,\n  They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their\n      possession.\n\n  I wonder where they get those tokens,\n  Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them?\n\n  Myself moving forward then and now and forever,\n  Gathering and showing more always and with velocity,\n  Infinite and omnigenous, and the like of these among them,\n  Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers,\n  Picking out here one that I love, and now go with him on brotherly terms.\n\n  A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses,\n  Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears,\n  Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground,\n  Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, ears finely cut, flexibly moving.\n\n  His nostrils dilate as my heels embrace him,\n  His well-built limbs tremble with pleasure as we race around and return.\n\n  I but use you a minute, then I resign you, stallion,\n  Why do I need your paces when I myself out-gallop them?\n  Even as I stand or sit passing faster than you.\n\n       33\n  Space and Time! now I see it is true, what I guess’d at,\n  What I guess’d when I loaf’d on the grass,\n  What I guess’d while I lay alone in my bed,\n  And again as I walk’d the beach under the paling stars of the morning.\n\n  My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps,\n  I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents,\n  I am afoot with my vision.\n\n  By the city’s quadrangular houses—in log huts, camping with lumber-men,\n  Along the ruts of the turnpike, along the dry gulch and rivulet bed,\n  Weeding my onion-patch or hosing rows of carrots and parsnips,\n      crossing savannas, trailing in forests,\n  Prospecting, gold-digging, girdling the trees of a new purchase,\n  Scorch’d ankle-deep by the hot sand, hauling my boat down the\n      shallow river,\n  Where the panther walks to and fro on a limb overhead, where the\n      buck turns furiously at the hunter,\n  Where the rattlesnake suns his flabby length on a rock, where the\n      otter is feeding on fish,\n  Where the alligator in his tough pimples sleeps by the bayou,\n  Where the black bear is searching for roots or honey, where the\n      beaver pats the mud with his paddle-shaped tall;\n  Over the growing sugar, over the yellow-flower’d cotton plant, over\n      the rice in its low moist field,\n  Over the sharp-peak’d farm house, with its scallop’d scum and\n      slender shoots from the gutters,\n  Over the western persimmon, over the long-leav’d corn, over the\n      delicate blue-flower flax,\n  Over the white and brown buckwheat, a hummer and buzzer there with\n      the rest,\n  Over the dusky green of the rye as it ripples and shades in the breeze;\n  Scaling mountains, pulling myself cautiously up, holding on by low\n      scragged limbs,\n  Walking the path worn in the grass and beat through the leaves of the brush,\n  Where the quail is whistling betwixt the woods and the wheat-lot,\n  Where the bat flies in the Seventh-month eve, where the great\n      goldbug drops through the dark,\n  Where the brook puts out of the roots of the old tree and flows to\n      the meadow,\n  Where cattle stand and shake away flies with the tremulous\n      shuddering of their hides,\n  Where the cheese-cloth hangs in the kitchen, where andirons straddle\n      the hearth-slab, where cobwebs fall in festoons from the rafters;\n  Where trip-hammers crash, where the press is whirling its cylinders,\n  Wherever the human heart beats with terrible throes under its ribs,\n  Where the pear-shaped balloon is floating aloft, (floating in it\n      myself and looking composedly down,)\n  Where the life-car is drawn on the slip-noose, where the heat\n      hatches pale-green eggs in the dented sand,\n  Where the she-whale swims with her calf and never forsakes it,\n  Where the steam-ship trails hind-ways its long pennant of smoke,\n  Where the fin of the shark cuts like a black chip out of the water,\n  Where the half-burn’d brig is riding on unknown currents,\n  Where shells grow to her slimy deck, where the dead are corrupting below;\n  Where the dense-starr’d flag is borne at the head of the regiments,\n  Approaching Manhattan up by the long-stretching island,\n  Under Niagara, the cataract falling like a veil over my countenance,\n  Upon a door-step, upon the horse-block of hard wood outside,\n  Upon the race-course, or enjoying picnics or jigs or a good game of\n      base-ball,\n  At he-festivals, with blackguard gibes, ironical license,\n      bull-dances, drinking, laughter,\n  At the cider-mill tasting the sweets of the brown mash, sucking the\n      juice through a straw,\n  At apple-peelings wanting kisses for all the red fruit I find,\n  At musters, beach-parties, friendly bees, huskings, house-raisings;\n  Where the mocking-bird sounds his delicious gurgles, cackles,\n      screams, weeps,\n  Where the hay-rick stands in the barn-yard, where the dry-stalks are\n      scatter’d, where the brood-cow waits in the hovel,\n  Where the bull advances to do his masculine work, where the stud to\n      the mare, where the cock is treading the hen,\n  Where the heifers browse, where geese nip their food with short jerks,\n  Where sun-down shadows lengthen over the limitless and lonesome prairie,\n  Where herds of buffalo make a crawling spread of the square miles\n      far and near,\n  Where the humming-bird shimmers, where the neck of the long-lived\n      swan is curving and winding,\n  Where the laughing-gull scoots by the shore, where she laughs her\n      near-human laugh,\n  Where bee-hives range on a gray bench in the garden half hid by the\n      high weeds,\n  Where band-neck’d partridges roost in a ring on the ground with\n      their heads out,\n  Where burial coaches enter the arch’d gates of a cemetery,\n  Where winter wolves bark amid wastes of snow and icicled trees,\n  Where the yellow-crown’d heron comes to the edge of the marsh at\n      night and feeds upon small crabs,\n  Where the splash of swimmers and divers cools the warm noon,\n  Where the katy-did works her chromatic reed on the walnut-tree over\n      the well,\n  Through patches of citrons and cucumbers with silver-wired leaves,\n  Through the salt-lick or orange glade, or under conical firs,\n  Through the gymnasium, through the curtain’d saloon, through the\n      office or public hall;\n  Pleas’d with the native and pleas’d with the foreign, pleas’d with\n      the new and old,\n  Pleas’d with the homely woman as well as the handsome,\n  Pleas’d with the quakeress as she puts off her bonnet and talks melodiously,\n  Pleas’d with the tune of the choir of the whitewash’d church,\n  Pleas’d with the earnest words of the sweating Methodist preacher,\n      impress’d seriously at the camp-meeting;\n  Looking in at the shop-windows of Broadway the whole forenoon,\n      flatting the flesh of my nose on the thick plate glass,\n  Wandering the same afternoon with my face turn’d up to the clouds,\n      or down a lane or along the beach,\n  My right and left arms round the sides of two friends, and I in the middle;\n  Coming home with the silent and dark-cheek’d bush-boy, (behind me\n      he rides at the drape of the day,)\n  Far from the settlements studying the print of animals’ feet, or the\n      moccasin print,\n  By the cot in the hospital reaching lemonade to a feverish patient,\n  Nigh the coffin’d corpse when all is still, examining with a candle;\n  Voyaging to every port to dicker and adventure,\n  Hurrying with the modern crowd as eager and fickle as any,\n  Hot toward one I hate, ready in my madness to knife him,\n  Solitary at midnight in my back yard, my thoughts gone from me a long while,\n  Walking the old hills of Judaea with the beautiful gentle God by my side,\n  Speeding through space, speeding through heaven and the stars,\n  Speeding amid the seven satellites and the broad ring, and the\n      diameter of eighty thousand miles,\n  Speeding with tail’d meteors, throwing fire-balls like the rest,\n  Carrying the crescent child that carries its own full mother in its belly,\n  Storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning,\n  Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing,\n  I tread day and night such roads.\n\n  I visit the orchards of spheres and look at the product,\n  And look at quintillions ripen’d and look at quintillions green.\n\n  I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul,\n  My course runs below the soundings of plummets.\n\n  I help myself to material and immaterial,\n  No guard can shut me off, no law prevent me.\n\n  I anchor my ship for a little while only,\n  My messengers continually cruise away or bring their returns to me.\n\n  I go hunting polar furs and the seal, leaping chasms with a\n      pike-pointed staff, clinging to topples of brittle and blue.\n\n  I ascend to the foretruck,\n  I take my place late at night in the crow’s-nest,\n  We sail the arctic sea, it is plenty light enough,\n  Through the clear atmosphere I stretch around on the wonderful beauty,\n  The enormous masses of ice pass me and I pass them, the scenery is\n      plain in all directions,\n  The white-topt mountains show in the distance, I fling out my\n      fancies toward them,\n  We are approaching some great battle-field in which we are soon to\n      be engaged,\n  We pass the colossal outposts of the encampment, we pass with still\n      feet and caution,\n  Or we are entering by the suburbs some vast and ruin’d city,\n  The blocks and fallen architecture more than all the living cities\n      of the globe.\n\n  I am a free companion, I bivouac by invading watchfires,\n  I turn the bridegroom out of bed and stay with the bride myself,\n  I tighten her all night to my thighs and lips.\n\n  My voice is the wife’s voice, the screech by the rail of the stairs,\n  They fetch my man’s body up dripping and drown’d.\n\n  I understand the large hearts of heroes,\n  The courage of present times and all times,\n  How the skipper saw the crowded and rudderless wreck of the\n      steamship, and Death chasing it up and down the storm,\n  How he knuckled tight and gave not back an inch, and was faithful of\n      days and faithful of nights,\n  And chalk’d in large letters on a board, Be of good cheer, we will\n      not desert you;\n  How he follow’d with them and tack’d with them three days and\n      would not give it up,\n  How he saved the drifting company at last,\n  How the lank loose-gown’d women look’d when boated from the\n      side of their prepared graves,\n  How the silent old-faced infants and the lifted sick, and the\n      sharp-lipp’d unshaved men;\n  All this I swallow, it tastes good, I like it well, it becomes mine,\n  I am the man, I suffer’d, I was there.\n\n  The disdain and calmness of martyrs,\n  The mother of old, condemn’d for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her\n      children gazing on,\n  The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence,\n      blowing, cover’d with sweat,\n  The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, the murderous\n      buckshot and the bullets,\n  All these I feel or am.\n\n  I am the hounded slave, I wince at the bite of the dogs,\n  Hell and despair are upon me, crack and again crack the marksmen,\n  I clutch the rails of the fence, my gore dribs, thinn’d with the\n      ooze of my skin,\n  I fall on the weeds and stones,\n  The riders spur their unwilling horses, haul close,\n  Taunt my dizzy ears and beat me violently over the head with whip-stocks.\n\n  Agonies are one of my changes of garments,\n  I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the\n      wounded person,\n  My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.\n\n  I am the mash’d fireman with breast-bone broken,\n  Tumbling walls buried me in their debris,\n  Heat and smoke I inspired, I heard the yelling shouts of my comrades,\n  I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels,\n  They have clear’d the beams away, they tenderly lift me forth.\n\n  I lie in the night air in my red shirt, the pervading hush is for my sake,\n  Painless after all I lie exhausted but not so unhappy,\n  White and beautiful are the faces around me, the heads are bared\n      of their fire-caps,\n  The kneeling crowd fades with the light of the torches.\n\n  Distant and dead resuscitate,\n  They show as the dial or move as the hands of me, I am the clock myself.\n\n  I am an old artillerist, I tell of my fort’s bombardment,\n  I am there again.\n\n  Again the long roll of the drummers,\n  Again the attacking cannon, mortars,\n  Again to my listening ears the cannon responsive.\n\n  I take part, I see and hear the whole,\n  The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim’d shots,\n  The ambulanza slowly passing trailing its red drip,\n  Workmen searching after damages, making indispensable repairs,\n  The fall of grenades through the rent roof, the fan-shaped explosion,\n  The whizz of limbs, heads, stone, wood, iron, high in the air.\n\n  Again gurgles the mouth of my dying general, he furiously waves\n      with his hand,\n  He gasps through the clot Mind not me—mind—the entrenchments.\n\n       34\n  Now I tell what I knew in Texas in my early youth,\n  (I tell not the fall of Alamo,\n  Not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo,\n  The hundred and fifty are dumb yet at Alamo,)\n  ’Tis the tale of the murder in cold blood of four hundred and twelve\n      young men.\n\n  Retreating they had form’d in a hollow square with their baggage for\n      breastworks,\n  Nine hundred lives out of the surrounding enemies, nine times their\n      number, was the price they took in advance,\n  Their colonel was wounded and their ammunition gone,\n  They treated for an honorable capitulation, receiv’d writing and\n      seal, gave up their arms and march’d back prisoners of war.\n\n  They were the glory of the race of rangers,\n  Matchless with horse, rifle, song, supper, courtship,\n  Large, turbulent, generous, handsome, proud, and affectionate,\n  Bearded, sunburnt, drest in the free costume of hunters,\n  Not a single one over thirty years of age.\n\n  The second First-day morning they were brought out in squads and\n      massacred, it was beautiful early summer,\n  The work commenced about five o’clock and was over by eight.\n\n  None obey’d the command to kneel,\n  Some made a mad and helpless rush, some stood stark and straight,\n  A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead\n      lay together,\n  The maim’d and mangled dug in the dirt, the new-comers saw them there,\n  Some half-kill’d attempted to crawl away,\n  These were despatch’d with bayonets or batter’d with the blunts of muskets,\n  A youth not seventeen years old seiz’d his assassin till two more\n      came to release him,\n  The three were all torn and cover’d with the boy’s blood.\n\n  At eleven o’clock began the burning of the bodies;\n  That is the tale of the murder of the four hundred and twelve young men.\n\n       35\n  Would you hear of an old-time sea-fight?\n  Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars?\n  List to the yarn, as my grandmother’s father the sailor told it to me.\n\n  Our foe was no skulk in his ship I tell you, (said he,)\n  His was the surly English pluck, and there is no tougher or truer,\n      and never was, and never will be;\n  Along the lower’d eve he came horribly raking us.\n\n  We closed with him, the yards entangled, the cannon touch’d,\n  My captain lash’d fast with his own hands.\n\n  We had receiv’d some eighteen pound shots under the water,\n  On our lower-gun-deck two large pieces had burst at the first fire,\n      killing all around and blowing up overhead.\n\n  Fighting at sun-down, fighting at dark,\n  Ten o’clock at night, the full moon well up, our leaks on the gain,\n      and five feet of water reported,\n  The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined in the after-hold\n      to give them a chance for themselves.\n\n  The transit to and from the magazine is now stopt by the sentinels,\n  They see so many strange faces they do not know whom to trust.\n\n  Our frigate takes fire,\n  The other asks if we demand quarter?\n  If our colors are struck and the fighting done?\n\n  Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain,\n  We have not struck, he composedly cries, we have just begun our part\n      of the fighting.\n\n  Only three guns are in use,\n  One is directed by the captain himself against the enemy’s main-mast,\n  Two well serv’d with grape and canister silence his musketry and\n      clear his decks.\n\n  The tops alone second the fire of this little battery, especially\n      the main-top,\n  They hold out bravely during the whole of the action.\n\n  Not a moment’s cease,\n  The leaks gain fast on the pumps, the fire eats toward the powder-magazine.\n\n  One of the pumps has been shot away, it is generally thought we are sinking.\n\n  Serene stands the little captain,\n  He is not hurried, his voice is neither high nor low,\n  His eyes give more light to us than our battle-lanterns.\n\n  Toward twelve there in the beams of the moon they surrender to us.\n\n       36\n  Stretch’d and still lies the midnight,\n  Two great hulls motionless on the breast of the darkness,\n  Our vessel riddled and slowly sinking, preparations to pass to the\n      one we have conquer’d,\n  The captain on the quarter-deck coldly giving his orders through a\n      countenance white as a sheet,\n  Near by the corpse of the child that serv’d in the cabin,\n  The dead face of an old salt with long white hair and carefully\n      curl’d whiskers,\n  The flames spite of all that can be done flickering aloft and below,\n  The husky voices of the two or three officers yet fit for duty,\n  Formless stacks of bodies and bodies by themselves, dabs of flesh\n      upon the masts and spars,\n  Cut of cordage, dangle of rigging, slight shock of the soothe of waves,\n  Black and impassive guns, litter of powder-parcels, strong scent,\n  A few large stars overhead, silent and mournful shining,\n  Delicate sniffs of sea-breeze, smells of sedgy grass and fields by\n      the shore, death-messages given in charge to survivors,\n  The hiss of the surgeon’s knife, the gnawing teeth of his saw,\n  Wheeze, cluck, swash of falling blood, short wild scream, and long,\n      dull, tapering groan,\n  These so, these irretrievable.\n\n       37\n  You laggards there on guard! look to your arms!\n  In at the conquer’d doors they crowd! I am possess’d!\n  Embody all presences outlaw’d or suffering,\n  See myself in prison shaped like another man,\n  And feel the dull unintermitted pain.\n\n  For me the keepers of convicts shoulder their carbines and keep watch,\n  It is I let out in the morning and barr’d at night.\n\n  Not a mutineer walks handcuff’d to jail but I am handcuff’d to him\n      and walk by his side,\n  (I am less the jolly one there, and more the silent one with sweat\n      on my twitching lips.)\n\n  Not a youngster is taken for larceny but I go up too, and am tried\n      and sentenced.\n\n  Not a cholera patient lies at the last gasp but I also lie at the last gasp,\n  My face is ash-color’d, my sinews gnarl, away from me people retreat.\n\n  Askers embody themselves in me and I am embodied in them,\n  I project my hat, sit shame-faced, and beg.\n\n       38\n  Enough! enough! enough!\n  Somehow I have been stunn’d. Stand back!\n  Give me a little time beyond my cuff’d head, slumbers, dreams, gaping,\n  I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.\n\n  That I could forget the mockers and insults!\n  That I could forget the trickling tears and the blows of the\n      bludgeons and hammers!\n  That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and\n      bloody crowning.\n\n  I remember now,\n  I resume the overstaid fraction,\n  The grave of rock multiplies what has been confided to it, or to any graves,\n  Corpses rise, gashes heal, fastenings roll from me.\n\n  I troop forth replenish’d with supreme power, one of an average\n      unending procession,\n  Inland and sea-coast we go, and pass all boundary lines,\n  Our swift ordinances on their way over the whole earth,\n  The blossoms we wear in our hats the growth of thousands of years.\n\n  Eleves, I salute you! come forward!\n  Continue your annotations, continue your questionings.\n\n       39\n  The friendly and flowing savage, who is he?\n  Is he waiting for civilization, or past it and mastering it?\n\n  Is he some Southwesterner rais’d out-doors? is he Kanadian?\n  Is he from the Mississippi country? Iowa, Oregon, California?\n  The mountains? prairie-life, bush-life? or sailor from the sea?\n\n  Wherever he goes men and women accept and desire him,\n  They desire he should like them, touch them, speak to them, stay with them.\n\n  Behavior lawless as snow-flakes, words simple as grass, uncomb’d\n      head, laughter, and naivete,\n  Slow-stepping feet, common features, common modes and emanations,\n  They descend in new forms from the tips of his fingers,\n  They are wafted with the odor of his body or breath, they fly out of\n      the glance of his eyes.\n\n       40\n  Flaunt of the sunshine I need not your bask—lie over!\n  You light surfaces only, I force surfaces and depths also.\n\n  Earth! you seem to look for something at my hands,\n  Say, old top-knot, what do you want?\n\n  Man or woman, I might tell how I like you, but cannot,\n  And might tell what it is in me and what it is in you, but cannot,\n  And might tell that pining I have, that pulse of my nights and days.\n\n  Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity,\n  When I give I give myself.\n\n  You there, impotent, loose in the knees,\n  Open your scarf’d chops till I blow grit within you,\n  Spread your palms and lift the flaps of your pockets,\n  I am not to be denied, I compel, I have stores plenty and to spare,\n  And any thing I have I bestow.\n\n  I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me,\n  You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you.\n\n  To cotton-field drudge or cleaner of privies I lean,\n  On his right cheek I put the family kiss,\n  And in my soul I swear I never will deny him.\n\n  On women fit for conception I start bigger and nimbler babes.\n  (This day I am jetting the stuff of far more arrogant republics.)\n\n  To any one dying, thither I speed and twist the knob of the door.\n  Turn the bed-clothes toward the foot of the bed,\n  Let the physician and the priest go home.\n\n  I seize the descending man and raise him with resistless will,\n  O despairer, here is my neck,\n  By God, you shall not go down! hang your whole weight upon me.\n\n  I dilate you with tremendous breath, I buoy you up,\n  Every room of the house do I fill with an arm’d force,\n  Lovers of me, bafflers of graves.\n\n  Sleep—I and they keep guard all night,\n  Not doubt, not decease shall dare to lay finger upon you,\n  I have embraced you, and henceforth possess you to myself,\n  And when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you is so.\n\n       41\n  I am he bringing help for the sick as they pant on their backs,\n  And for strong upright men I bring yet more needed help.\n\n  I heard what was said of the universe,\n  Heard it and heard it of several thousand years;\n  It is middling well as far as it goes—but is that all?\n\n  Magnifying and applying come I,\n  Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters,\n  Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah,\n  Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson,\n  Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha,\n  In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah on a leaf, the crucifix\n      engraved,\n  With Odin and the hideous-faced Mexitli and every idol and image,\n  Taking them all for what they are worth and not a cent more,\n  Admitting they were alive and did the work of their days,\n  (They bore mites as for unfledg’d birds who have now to rise and fly\n      and sing for themselves,)\n  Accepting the rough deific sketches to fill out better in myself,\n      bestowing them freely on each man and woman I see,\n  Discovering as much or more in a framer framing a house,\n  Putting higher claims for him there with his roll’d-up sleeves\n      driving the mallet and chisel,\n  Not objecting to special revelations, considering a curl of smoke or\n      a hair on the back of my hand just as curious as any revelation,\n  Lads ahold of fire-engines and hook-and-ladder ropes no less to me\n      than the gods of the antique wars,\n  Minding their voices peal through the crash of destruction,\n  Their brawny limbs passing safe over charr’d laths, their white\n      foreheads whole and unhurt out of the flames;\n  By the mechanic’s wife with her babe at her nipple interceding for\n      every person born,\n  Three scythes at harvest whizzing in a row from three lusty angels\n      with shirts bagg’d out at their waists,\n  The snag-tooth’d hostler with red hair redeeming sins past and to come,\n  Selling all he possesses, traveling on foot to fee lawyers for his\n      brother and sit by him while he is tried for forgery;\n  What was strewn in the amplest strewing the square rod about me, and\n      not filling the square rod then,\n  The bull and the bug never worshipp’d half enough,\n  Dung and dirt more admirable than was dream’d,\n  The supernatural of no account, myself waiting my time to be one of\n      the supremes,\n  The day getting ready for me when I shall do as much good as the\n      best, and be as prodigious;\n  By my life-lumps! becoming already a creator,\n  Putting myself here and now to the ambush’d womb of the shadows.\n\n42\n  A call in the midst of the crowd,\n  My own voice, orotund sweeping and final.\n\n  Come my children,\n  Come my boys and girls, my women, household and intimates,\n  Now the performer launches his nerve, he has pass’d his prelude on\n      the reeds within.\n\n  Easily written loose-finger’d chords—I feel the thrum of your\n      climax and close.\n\n  My head slues round on my neck,\n  Music rolls, but not from the organ,\n  Folks are around me, but they are no household of mine.\n\n  Ever the hard unsunk ground,\n  Ever the eaters and drinkers, ever the upward and downward sun, ever\n      the air and the ceaseless tides,\n  Ever myself and my neighbors, refreshing, wicked, real,\n  Ever the old inexplicable query, ever that thorn’d thumb, that\n      breath of itches and thirsts,\n  Ever the vexer’s hoot! hoot! till we find where the sly one hides\n      and bring him forth,\n  Ever love, ever the sobbing liquid of life,\n  Ever the bandage under the chin, ever the trestles of death.\n\n  Here and there with dimes on the eyes walking,\n  To feed the greed of the belly the brains liberally spooning,\n  Tickets buying, taking, selling, but in to the feast never once going,\n  Many sweating, ploughing, thrashing, and then the chaff for payment\n      receiving,\n  A few idly owning, and they the wheat continually claiming.\n\n  This is the city and I am one of the citizens,\n  Whatever interests the rest interests me, politics, wars, markets,\n      newspapers, schools,\n  The mayor and councils, banks, tariffs, steamships, factories,\n      stocks, stores, real estate and personal estate.\n\n  The little plentiful manikins skipping around in collars and tail’d coats\n  I am aware who they are, (they are positively not worms or fleas,)\n  I acknowledge the duplicates of myself, the weakest and shallowest\n      is deathless with me,\n  What I do and say the same waits for them,\n  Every thought that flounders in me the same flounders in them.\n\n  I know perfectly well my own egotism,\n  Know my omnivorous lines and must not write any less,\n  And would fetch you whoever you are flush with myself.\n\n  Not words of routine this song of mine,\n  But abruptly to question, to leap beyond yet nearer bring;\n  This printed and bound book—but the printer and the\n      printing-office boy?\n  The well-taken photographs—but your wife or friend close and solid\n      in your arms?\n  The black ship mail’d with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets—but\n      the pluck of the captain and engineers?\n  In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture—but the host and\n      hostess, and the look out of their eyes?\n  The sky up there—yet here or next door, or across the way?\n  The saints and sages in history—but you yourself?\n  Sermons, creeds, theology—but the fathomless human brain,\n  And what is reason? and what is love? and what is life?\n\n       43\n  I do not despise you priests, all time, the world over,\n  My faith is the greatest of faiths and the least of faiths,\n  Enclosing worship ancient and modern and all between ancient and modern,\n  Believing I shall come again upon the earth after five thousand years,\n  Waiting responses from oracles, honoring the gods, saluting the sun,\n  Making a fetich of the first rock or stump, powowing with sticks in\n      the circle of obis,\n  Helping the llama or brahmin as he trims the lamps of the idols,\n  Dancing yet through the streets in a phallic procession, rapt and\n      austere in the woods a gymnosophist,\n  Drinking mead from the skull-cap, to Shastas and Vedas admirant,\n      minding the Koran,\n  Walking the teokallis, spotted with gore from the stone and knife,\n      beating the serpent-skin drum,\n  Accepting the Gospels, accepting him that was crucified, knowing\n      assuredly that he is divine,\n  To the mass kneeling or the puritan’s prayer rising, or sitting\n      patiently in a pew,\n  Ranting and frothing in my insane crisis, or waiting dead-like till\n      my spirit arouses me,\n  Looking forth on pavement and land, or outside of pavement and land,\n  Belonging to the winders of the circuit of circuits.\n\n  One of that centripetal and centrifugal gang I turn and talk like\n      man leaving charges before a journey.\n\n  Down-hearted doubters dull and excluded,\n  Frivolous, sullen, moping, angry, affected, dishearten’d, atheistical,\n  I know every one of you, I know the sea of torment, doubt, despair\n      and unbelief.\n\n  How the flukes splash!\n  How they contort rapid as lightning, with spasms and spouts of blood!\n\n  Be at peace bloody flukes of doubters and sullen mopers,\n  I take my place among you as much as among any,\n  The past is the push of you, me, all, precisely the same,\n  And what is yet untried and afterward is for you, me, all, precisely\n      the same.\n\n  I do not know what is untried and afterward,\n  But I know it will in its turn prove sufficient, and cannot fail.\n\n  Each who passes is consider’d, each who stops is consider’d, not\n      single one can it fall.\n\n  It cannot fall the young man who died and was buried,\n  Nor the young woman who died and was put by his side,\n  Nor the little child that peep’d in at the door, and then drew back\n      and was never seen again,\n  Nor the old man who has lived without purpose, and feels it with\n      bitterness worse than gall,\n  Nor him in the poor house tubercled by rum and the bad disorder,\n  Nor the numberless slaughter’d and wreck’d, nor the brutish koboo\n      call’d the ordure of humanity,\n  Nor the sacs merely floating with open mouths for food to slip in,\n  Nor any thing in the earth, or down in the oldest graves of the earth,\n  Nor any thing in the myriads of spheres, nor the myriads of myriads\n      that inhabit them,\n  Nor the present, nor the least wisp that is known.\n\n       44\n  It is time to explain myself—let us stand up.\n\n  What is known I strip away,\n  I launch all men and women forward with me into the Unknown.\n\n  The clock indicates the moment—but what does eternity indicate?\n\n  We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers,\n  There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.\n\n  Births have brought us richness and variety,\n  And other births will bring us richness and variety.\n\n  I do not call one greater and one smaller,\n  That which fills its period and place is equal to any.\n\n  Were mankind murderous or jealous upon you, my brother, my sister?\n  I am sorry for you, they are not murderous or jealous upon me,\n  All has been gentle with me, I keep no account with lamentation,\n  (What have I to do with lamentation?)\n\n  I am an acme of things accomplish’d, and I an encloser of things to be.\n\n  My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs,\n  On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches between the steps,\n  All below duly travel’d, and still I mount and mount.\n\n  Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me,\n  Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there,\n  I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist,\n  And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.\n\n  Long I was hugg’d close—long and long.\n\n  Immense have been the preparations for me,\n  Faithful and friendly the arms that have help’d me.\n\n  Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen,\n  For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings,\n  They sent influences to look after what was to hold me.\n\n  Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me,\n  My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay it.\n\n  For it the nebula cohered to an orb,\n  The long slow strata piled to rest it on,\n  Vast vegetables gave it sustenance,\n  Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it\n      with care.\n\n  All forces have been steadily employ’d to complete and delight me,\n  Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul.\n\n45\n  O span of youth! ever-push’d elasticity!\n  O manhood, balanced, florid and full.\n\n  My lovers suffocate me,\n  Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin,\n  Jostling me through streets and public halls, coming naked to me at night,\n  Crying by day, Ahoy! from the rocks of the river, swinging and\n      chirping over my head,\n  Calling my name from flower-beds, vines, tangled underbrush,\n  Lighting on every moment of my life,\n  Bussing my body with soft balsamic busses,\n  Noiselessly passing handfuls out of their hearts and giving them to be mine.\n\n  Old age superbly rising! O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days!\n\n  Every condition promulges not only itself, it promulges what grows\n      after and out of itself,\n  And the dark hush promulges as much as any.\n\n  I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled systems,\n  And all I see multiplied as high as I can cipher edge but the rim of\n      the farther systems.\n\n  Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding,\n  Outward and outward and forever outward.\n\n  My sun has his sun and round him obediently wheels,\n  He joins with his partners a group of superior circuit,\n  And greater sets follow, making specks of the greatest inside them.\n\n  There is no stoppage and never can be stoppage,\n  If I, you, and the worlds, and all beneath or upon their surfaces,\n      were this moment reduced back to a pallid float, it would\n      not avail the long run,\n  We should surely bring up again where we now stand,\n  And surely go as much farther, and then farther and farther.\n\n  A few quadrillions of eras, a few octillions of cubic leagues, do\n      not hazard the span or make it impatient,\n  They are but parts, any thing is but a part.\n\n  See ever so far, there is limitless space outside of that,\n  Count ever so much, there is limitless time around that.\n\n  My rendezvous is appointed, it is certain,\n  The Lord will be there and wait till I come on perfect terms,\n  The great Camerado, the lover true for whom I pine will be there.\n\n       46\n  I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and\n      never will be measured.\n\n  I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!)\n  My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods,\n  No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair,\n  I have no chair, no church, no philosophy,\n  I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, exchange,\n  But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll,\n  My left hand hooking you round the waist,\n  My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents and the public road.\n\n  Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you,\n  You must travel it for yourself.\n\n  It is not far, it is within reach,\n  Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know,\n  Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.\n\n  Shoulder your duds dear son, and I will mine, and let us hasten forth,\n  Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch as we go.\n\n  If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand\n      on my hip,\n  And in due time you shall repay the same service to me,\n  For after we start we never lie by again.\n\n  This day before dawn I ascended a hill and look’d at the crowded heaven,\n  And I said to my spirit When we become the enfolders of those orbs,\n      and the pleasure and knowledge of every thing in them, shall we\n      be fill’d and satisfied then?\n  And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue beyond.\n\n  You are also asking me questions and I hear you,\n  I answer that I cannot answer, you must find out for yourself.\n\n  Sit a while dear son,\n  Here are biscuits to eat and here is milk to drink,\n  But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes, I kiss you\n      with a good-by kiss and open the gate for your egress hence.\n\n  Long enough have you dream’d contemptible dreams,\n  Now I wash the gum from your eyes,\n  You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every\n      moment of your life.\n\n  Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore,\n  Now I will you to be a bold swimmer,\n  To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, shout,\n      and laughingly dash with your hair.\n\n       47\n  I am the teacher of athletes,\n  He that by me spreads a wider breast than my own proves the width of my own,\n  He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.\n\n  The boy I love, the same becomes a man not through derived power,\n      but in his own right,\n  Wicked rather than virtuous out of conformity or fear,\n  Fond of his sweetheart, relishing well his steak,\n  Unrequited love or a slight cutting him worse than sharp steel cuts,\n  First-rate to ride, to fight, to hit the bull’s eye, to sail a\n      skiff, to sing a song or play on the banjo,\n  Preferring scars and the beard and faces pitted with small-pox over\n      all latherers,\n  And those well-tann’d to those that keep out of the sun.\n\n  I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me?\n  I follow you whoever you are from the present hour,\n  My words itch at your ears till you understand them.\n\n  I do not say these things for a dollar or to fill up the time while\n      I wait for a boat,\n  (It is you talking just as much as myself, I act as the tongue of you,\n  Tied in your mouth, in mine it begins to be loosen’d.)\n\n  I swear I will never again mention love or death inside a house,\n  And I swear I will never translate myself at all, only to him or her\n      who privately stays with me in the open air.\n\n  If you would understand me go to the heights or water-shore,\n  The nearest gnat is an explanation, and a drop or motion of waves key,\n  The maul, the oar, the hand-saw, second my words.\n\n  No shutter’d room or school can commune with me,\n  But roughs and little children better than they.\n\n  The young mechanic is closest to me, he knows me well,\n  The woodman that takes his axe and jug with him shall take me with\n      him all day,\n  The farm-boy ploughing in the field feels good at the sound of my voice,\n  In vessels that sail my words sail, I go with fishermen and seamen\n      and love them.\n\n  The soldier camp’d or upon the march is mine,\n  On the night ere the pending battle many seek me, and I do not fail them,\n  On that solemn night (it may be their last) those that know me seek me.\n  My face rubs to the hunter’s face when he lies down alone in his blanket,\n  The driver thinking of me does not mind the jolt of his wagon,\n  The young mother and old mother comprehend me,\n  The girl and the wife rest the needle a moment and forget where they are,\n  They and all would resume what I have told them.\n\n       48\n  I have said that the soul is not more than the body,\n  And I have said that the body is not more than the soul,\n  And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one’s self is,\n  And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own\n      funeral drest in his shroud,\n  And I or you pocketless of a dime may purchase the pick of the earth,\n  And to glance with an eye or show a bean in its pod confounds the\n      learning of all times,\n  And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it\n      may become a hero,\n  And there is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheel’d universe,\n  And I say to any man or woman, Let your soul stand cool and composed\n      before a million universes.\n\n  And I say to mankind, Be not curious about God,\n  For I who am curious about each am not curious about God,\n  (No array of terms can say how much I am at peace about God and\n      about death.)\n\n  I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least,\n  Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself.\n\n  Why should I wish to see God better than this day?\n  I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then,\n  In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass,\n  I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign’d\n      by God’s name,\n  And I leave them where they are, for I know that wheresoe’er I go,\n  Others will punctually come for ever and ever.\n\n       49\n  And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to\n      try to alarm me.\n\n  To his work without flinching the accoucheur comes,\n  I see the elder-hand pressing receiving supporting,\n  I recline by the sills of the exquisite flexible doors,\n  And mark the outlet, and mark the relief and escape.\n\n  And as to you Corpse I think you are good manure, but that does not\n      offend me,\n  I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing,\n  I reach to the leafy lips, I reach to the polish’d breasts of melons.\n\n  And as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths,\n  (No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.)\n\n  I hear you whispering there O stars of heaven,\n  O suns—O grass of graves—O perpetual transfers and promotions,\n  If you do not say any thing how can I say any thing?\n\n  Of the turbid pool that lies in the autumn forest,\n  Of the moon that descends the steeps of the soughing twilight,\n  Toss, sparkles of day and dusk—toss on the black stems that decay\n      in the muck,\n  Toss to the moaning gibberish of the dry limbs.\n\n  I ascend from the moon, I ascend from the night,\n  I perceive that the ghastly glimmer is noonday sunbeams reflected,\n  And debouch to the steady and central from the offspring great or small.\n\n       50\n  There is that in me—I do not know what it is—but I know it is in me.\n\n  Wrench’d and sweaty—calm and cool then my body becomes,\n  I sleep—I sleep long.\n\n  I do not know it—it is without name—it is a word unsaid,\n  It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.\n\n  Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on,\n  To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes me.\n\n  Perhaps I might tell more. Outlines! I plead for my brothers and sisters.\n\n  Do you see O my brothers and sisters?\n  It is not chaos or death—it is form, union, plan—it is eternal\n      life—it is Happiness.\n\n       51\n  The past and present wilt—I have fill’d them, emptied them.\n  And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.\n\n  Listener up there! what have you to confide to me?\n  Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening,\n  (Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.)\n\n  Do I contradict myself?\n  Very well then I contradict myself,\n  (I am large, I contain multitudes.)\n\n  I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.\n\n  Who has done his day’s work? who will soonest be through with his supper?\n  Who wishes to walk with me?\n\n  Will you speak before I am gone? will you prove already too late?\n\n       52\n  The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab\n      and my loitering.\n\n  I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,\n  I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.\n\n  The last scud of day holds back for me,\n  It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow’d wilds,\n  It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.\n\n  I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,\n  I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.\n\n  I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,\n  If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.\n\n  You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,\n  But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,\n  And filter and fibre your blood.\n\n  Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,\n  Missing me one place search another,\n  I stop somewhere waiting for you.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0027","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0027","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. The source is the expanded lifetime collection, not the 1855 first edition.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"2151bc1dd02c242b192de8f76f90a879bdedb7817251a753c1b9b55fd91d21bf","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0028","title":"CHILDREN OF ADAM","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"To the garden the world anew ascending,\n  Potent mates, daughters, sons, preluding,\n  The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being,\n  Curious here behold my resurrection after slumber,\n  The revolving cycles in their wide sweep having brought me again,\n  Amorous, mature, all beautiful to me, all wondrous,\n  My limbs and the quivering fire that ever plays through them, for\n      reasons, most wondrous,\n  Existing I peer and penetrate still,\n  Content with the present, content with the past,\n  By my side or back of me Eve following,\n  Or in front, and I following her just the same.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0028","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0028","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. The source is the expanded lifetime collection, not the 1855 first edition.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"611f0341aa73e0a336f22beccfbab37a0cec7569f078dd95dba48a5a4ae8037b","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0029","title":"From Pent-Up Aching Rivers","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"From pent-up aching rivers,\n  From that of myself without which I were nothing,\n  From what I am determin’d to make illustrious, even if I stand sole\n      among men,\n  From my own voice resonant, singing the phallus,\n  Singing the song of procreation,\n  Singing the need of superb children and therein superb grown people,\n  Singing the muscular urge and the blending,\n  Singing the bedfellow’s song, (O resistless yearning!\n  O for any and each the body correlative attracting!\n  O for you whoever you are your correlative body! O it, more than all\n      else, you delighting!)\n  From the hungry gnaw that eats me night and day,\n  From native moments, from bashful pains, singing them,\n  Seeking something yet unfound though I have diligently sought it\n      many a long year,\n  Singing the true song of the soul fitful at random,\n  Renascent with grossest Nature or among animals,\n  Of that, of them and what goes with them my poems informing,\n  Of the smell of apples and lemons, of the pairing of birds,\n  Of the wet of woods, of the lapping of waves,\n  Of the mad pushes of waves upon the land, I them chanting,\n  The overture lightly sounding, the strain anticipating,\n  The welcome nearness, the sight of the perfect body,\n  The swimmer swimming naked in the bath, or motionless on his back\n      lying and floating,\n  The female form approaching, I pensive, love-flesh tremulous aching,\n  The divine list for myself or you or for any one making,\n  The face, the limbs, the index from head to foot, and what it arouses,\n  The mystic deliria, the madness amorous, the utter abandonment,\n  (Hark close and still what I now whisper to you,\n  I love you, O you entirely possess me,\n  O that you and I escape from the rest and go utterly off, free and lawless,\n  Two hawks in the air, two fishes swimming in the sea not more\n      lawless than we;)\n  The furious storm through me careering, I passionately trembling.\n  The oath of the inseparableness of two together, of the woman that\n      loves me and whom I love more than my life, that oath swearing,\n  (O I willingly stake all for you,\n  O let me be lost if it must be so!\n  O you and I! what is it to us what the rest do or think?\n  What is all else to us? only that we enjoy each other and exhaust\n      each other if it must be so;)\n  From the master, the pilot I yield the vessel to,\n  The general commanding me, commanding all, from him permission taking,\n  From time the programme hastening, (I have loiter’d too long as it is,)\n  From sex, from the warp and from the woof,\n  From privacy, from frequent repinings alone,\n  From plenty of persons near and yet the right person not near,\n  From the soft sliding of hands over me and thrusting of fingers\n      through my hair and beard,\n  From the long sustain’d kiss upon the mouth or bosom,\n  From the close pressure that makes me or any man drunk, fainting\n      with excess,\n  From what the divine husband knows, from the work of fatherhood,\n  From exultation, victory and relief, from the bedfellow’s embrace in\n      the night,\n  From the act-poems of eyes, hands, hips and bosoms,\n  From the cling of the trembling arm,\n  From the bending curve and the clinch,\n  From side by side the pliant coverlet off-throwing,\n  From the one so unwilling to have me leave, and me just as unwilling\n      to leave,\n  (Yet a moment O tender waiter, and I return,)\n  From the hour of shining stars and dropping dews,\n  From the night a moment I emerging flitting out,\n  Celebrate you act divine and you children prepared for,\n  And you stalwart loins.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0029","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0029","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. The source is the expanded lifetime collection, not the 1855 first edition.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"52753d9f735a4c9190895cff0eff9beb767ecb2441c4534f873df4f798c0ef65","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0030","title":"I Sing the Body Electric","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  I sing the body electric,\n  The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,\n  They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,\n  And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul.\n\n  Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?\n  And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead?\n  And if the body does not do fully as much as the soul?\n  And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?\n\n       2\n  The love of the body of man or woman balks account, the body itself\n      balks account,\n  That of the male is perfect, and that of the female is perfect.\n\n  The expression of the face balks account,\n  But the expression of a well-made man appears not only in his face,\n  It is in his limbs and joints also, it is curiously in the joints of\n      his hips and wrists,\n  It is in his walk, the carriage of his neck, the flex of his waist\n      and knees, dress does not hide him,\n  The strong sweet quality he has strikes through the cotton and broadcloth,\n  To see him pass conveys as much as the best poem, perhaps more,\n  You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-side.\n\n  The sprawl and fulness of babes, the bosoms and heads of women, the\n      folds of their dress, their style as we pass in the street, the\n      contour of their shape downwards,\n  The swimmer naked in the swimming-bath, seen as he swims through\n      the transparent green-shine, or lies with his face up and rolls\n      silently to and from the heave of the water,\n  The bending forward and backward of rowers in row-boats, the\n      horse-man in his saddle,\n  Girls, mothers, house-keepers, in all their performances,\n  The group of laborers seated at noon-time with their open\n      dinner-kettles, and their wives waiting,\n  The female soothing a child, the farmer’s daughter in the garden or\n      cow-yard,\n  The young fellow hosing corn, the sleigh-driver driving his six\n      horses through the crowd,\n  The wrestle of wrestlers, two apprentice-boys, quite grown, lusty,\n      good-natured, native-born, out on the vacant lot at sundown after work,\n  The coats and caps thrown down, the embrace of love and resistance,\n  The upper-hold and under-hold, the hair rumpled over and blinding the eyes;\n  The march of firemen in their own costumes, the play of masculine\n      muscle through clean-setting trowsers and waist-straps,\n  The slow return from the fire, the pause when the bell strikes\n      suddenly again, and the listening on the alert,\n  The natural, perfect, varied attitudes, the bent head, the curv’d\n      neck and the counting;\n  Such-like I love—I loosen myself, pass freely, am at the mother’s\n      breast with the little child,\n  Swim with the swimmers, wrestle with wrestlers, march in line with\n      the firemen, and pause, listen, count.\n\n       3\n  I knew a man, a common farmer, the father of five sons,\n  And in them the fathers of sons, and in them the fathers of sons.\n\n  This man was a wonderful vigor, calmness, beauty of person,\n  The shape of his head, the pale yellow and white of his hair and\n      beard, the immeasurable meaning of his black eyes, the richness\n      and breadth of his manners,\n  These I used to go and visit him to see, he was wise also,\n  He was six feet tall, he was over eighty years old, his sons were\n      massive, clean, bearded, tan-faced, handsome,\n  They and his daughters loved him, all who saw him loved him,\n  They did not love him by allowance, they loved him with personal love,\n  He drank water only, the blood show’d like scarlet through the\n      clear-brown skin of his face,\n  He was a frequent gunner and fisher, he sail’d his boat himself, he\n      had a fine one presented to him by a ship-joiner, he had\n      fowling-pieces presented to him by men that loved him,\n  When he went with his five sons and many grand-sons to hunt or fish,\n      you would pick him out as the most beautiful and vigorous of the gang,\n  You would wish long and long to be with him, you would wish to sit\n      by him in the boat that you and he might touch each other.\n\n       4\n  I have perceiv’d that to be with those I like is enough,\n  To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,\n  To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough,\n  To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly\n      round his or her neck for a moment, what is this then?\n  I do not ask any more delight, I swim in it as in a sea.\n\n  There is something in staying close to men and women and looking\n      on them, and in the contact and odor of them, that pleases the soul well,\n  All things please the soul, but these please the soul well.\n\n       5\n  This is the female form,\n  A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot,\n  It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction,\n  I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor,\n      all falls aside but myself and it,\n  Books, art, religion, time, the visible and solid earth, and what\n      was expected of heaven or fear’d of hell, are now consumed,\n  Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play out of it, the response\n      likewise ungovernable,\n  Hair, bosom, hips, bend of legs, negligent falling hands all\n      diffused, mine too diffused,\n  Ebb stung by the flow and flow stung by the ebb, love-flesh swelling\n      and deliciously aching,\n  Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quivering jelly of\n      love, white-blow and delirious nice,\n  Bridegroom night of love working surely and softly into the prostrate dawn,\n  Undulating into the willing and yielding day,\n  Lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweet-flesh’d day.\n\n  This the nucleus—after the child is born of woman, man is born of woman,\n  This the bath of birth, this the merge of small and large, and the\n      outlet again.\n\n  Be not ashamed women, your privilege encloses the rest, and is the\n      exit of the rest,\n  You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul.\n\n  The female contains all qualities and tempers them,\n  She is in her place and moves with perfect balance,\n  She is all things duly veil’d, she is both passive and active,\n  She is to conceive daughters as well as sons, and sons as well as daughters.\n\n  As I see my soul reflected in Nature,\n  As I see through a mist, One with inexpressible completeness,\n      sanity, beauty,\n  See the bent head and arms folded over the breast, the Female I see.\n\n       6\n  The male is not less the soul nor more, he too is in his place,\n  He too is all qualities, he is action and power,\n  The flush of the known universe is in him,\n  Scorn becomes him well, and appetite and defiance become him well,\n  The wildest largest passions, bliss that is utmost, sorrow that is\n      utmost become him well, pride is for him,\n  The full-spread pride of man is calming and excellent to the soul,\n  Knowledge becomes him, he likes it always, he brings every thing to\n      the test of himself,\n  Whatever the survey, whatever the sea and the sail he strikes\n      soundings at last only here,\n  (Where else does he strike soundings except here?)\n\n  The man’s body is sacred and the woman’s body is sacred,\n  No matter who it is, it is sacred—is it the meanest one in the\n      laborers’ gang?\n  Is it one of the dull-faced immigrants just landed on the wharf?\n  Each belongs here or anywhere just as much as the well-off, just as\n      much as you,\n  Each has his or her place in the procession.\n\n  (All is a procession,\n  The universe is a procession with measured and perfect motion.)\n\n  Do you know so much yourself that you call the meanest ignorant?\n  Do you suppose you have a right to a good sight, and he or she has\n      no right to a sight?\n  Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffuse float, and\n      the soil is on the surface, and water runs and vegetation sprouts,\n  For you only, and not for him and her?\n\n       7\n  A man’s body at auction,\n  (For before the war I often go to the slave-mart and watch the sale,)\n  I help the auctioneer, the sloven does not half know his business.\n\n  Gentlemen look on this wonder,\n  Whatever the bids of the bidders they cannot be high enough for it,\n  For it the globe lay preparing quintillions of years without one\n      animal or plant,\n  For it the revolving cycles truly and steadily roll’d.\n\n  In this head the all-baffling brain,\n  In it and below it the makings of heroes.\n\n  Examine these limbs, red, black, or white, they are cunning in\n      tendon and nerve,\n  They shall be stript that you may see them.\n\n  Exquisite senses, life-lit eyes, pluck, volition,\n  Flakes of breast-muscle, pliant backbone and neck, flesh not flabby,\n      good-sized arms and legs,\n  And wonders within there yet.\n\n  Within there runs blood,\n  The same old blood! the same red-running blood!\n  There swells and jets a heart, there all passions, desires,\n      reachings, aspirations,\n  (Do you think they are not there because they are not express’d in\n      parlors and lecture-rooms?)\n\n  This is not only one man, this the father of those who shall be\n      fathers in their turns,\n  In him the start of populous states and rich republics,\n  Of him countless immortal lives with countless embodiments and enjoyments.\n\n  How do you know who shall come from the offspring of his offspring\n      through the centuries?\n  (Who might you find you have come from yourself, if you could trace\n      back through the centuries?)\n\n       8\n  A woman’s body at auction,\n  She too is not only herself, she is the teeming mother of mothers,\n  She is the bearer of them that shall grow and be mates to the mothers.\n\n  Have you ever loved the body of a woman?\n  Have you ever loved the body of a man?\n  Do you not see that these are exactly the same to all in all nations\n      and times all over the earth?\n\n  If any thing is sacred the human body is sacred,\n  And the glory and sweet of a man is the token of manhood untainted,\n  And in man or woman a clean, strong, firm-fibred body, is more\n      beautiful than the most beautiful face.\n\n  Have you seen the fool that corrupted his own live body? or the fool\n      that corrupted her own live body?\n  For they do not conceal themselves, and cannot conceal themselves.\n\n       9\n  O my body! I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and\n      women, nor the likes of the parts of you,\n  I believe the likes of you are to stand or fall with the likes of\n      the soul, (and that they are the soul,)\n  I believe the likes of you shall stand or fall with my poems, and\n      that they are my poems,\n  Man’s, woman’s, child, youth’s, wife’s, husband’s, mother’s,\n      father’s, young man’s, young woman’s poems,\n  Head, neck, hair, ears, drop and tympan of the ears,\n  Eyes, eye-fringes, iris of the eye, eyebrows, and the waking or\n      sleeping of the lids,\n  Mouth, tongue, lips, teeth, roof of the mouth, jaws, and the jaw-hinges,\n  Nose, nostrils of the nose, and the partition,\n  Cheeks, temples, forehead, chin, throat, back of the neck, neck-slue,\n  Strong shoulders, manly beard, scapula, hind-shoulders, and the\n      ample side-round of the chest,\n  Upper-arm, armpit, elbow-socket, lower-arm, arm-sinews, arm-bones,\n  Wrist and wrist-joints, hand, palm, knuckles, thumb, forefinger,\n      finger-joints, finger-nails,\n  Broad breast-front, curling hair of the breast, breast-bone, breast-side,\n  Ribs, belly, backbone, joints of the backbone,\n  Hips, hip-sockets, hip-strength, inward and outward round,\n      man-balls, man-root,\n  Strong set of thighs, well carrying the trunk above,\n  Leg-fibres, knee, knee-pan, upper-leg, under-leg,\n  Ankles, instep, foot-ball, toes, toe-joints, the heel;\n  All attitudes, all the shapeliness, all the belongings of my or your\n      body or of any one’s body, male or female,\n  The lung-sponges, the stomach-sac, the bowels sweet and clean,\n  The brain in its folds inside the skull-frame,\n  Sympathies, heart-valves, palate-valves, sexuality, maternity,\n  Womanhood, and all that is a woman, and the man that comes from woman,\n  The womb, the teats, nipples, breast-milk, tears, laughter, weeping,\n      love-looks, love-perturbations and risings,\n  The voice, articulation, language, whispering, shouting aloud,\n  Food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep, walking, swimming,\n  Poise on the hips, leaping, reclining, embracing, arm-curving and tightening,\n  The continual changes of the flex of the mouth, and around the eyes,\n  The skin, the sunburnt shade, freckles, hair,\n  The curious sympathy one feels when feeling with the hand the naked\n      meat of the body,\n  The circling rivers the breath, and breathing it in and out,\n  The beauty of the waist, and thence of the hips, and thence downward\n      toward the knees,\n  The thin red jellies within you or within me, the bones and the\n      marrow in the bones,\n  The exquisite realization of health;\n  O I say these are not the parts and poems of the body only, but of the soul,\n  O I say now these are the soul!","themes":["love","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0030","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0030","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0031","title":"A Woman Waits for Me","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking,\n  Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the\n      right man were lacking.\n\n  Sex contains all, bodies, souls,\n  Meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results, promulgations,\n  Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the seminal milk,\n  All hopes, benefactions, bestowals, all the passions, loves,\n      beauties, delights of the earth,\n  All the governments, judges, gods, follow’d persons of the earth,\n  These are contain’d in sex as parts of itself and justifications of itself.\n\n  Without shame the man I like knows and avows the deliciousness of his sex,\n  Without shame the woman I like knows and avows hers.\n\n  Now I will dismiss myself from impassive women,\n  I will go stay with her who waits for me, and with those women that\n      are warm-blooded and sufficient for me,\n  I see that they understand me and do not deny me,\n  I see that they are worthy of me, I will be the robust husband of\n      those women.\n\n  They are not one jot less than I am,\n  They are tann’d in the face by shining suns and blowing winds,\n  Their flesh has the old divine suppleness and strength,\n  They know how to swim, row, ride, wrestle, shoot, run, strike,\n      retreat, advance, resist, defend themselves,\n  They are ultimate in their own right—they are calm, clear,\n      well-possess’d of themselves.\n\n  I draw you close to me, you women,\n  I cannot let you go, I would do you good,\n  I am for you, and you are for me, not only for our own sake, but for\n      others’ sakes,\n  Envelop’d in you sleep greater heroes and bards,\n  They refuse to awake at the touch of any man but me.\n\n  It is I, you women, I make my way,\n  I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable, but I love you,\n  I do not hurt you any more than is necessary for you,\n  I pour the stuff to start sons and daughters fit for these States, I\n      press with slow rude muscle,\n  I brace myself effectually, I listen to no entreaties,\n  I dare not withdraw till I deposit what has so long accumulated within me.\n\n  Through you I drain the pent-up rivers of myself,\n  In you I wrap a thousand onward years,\n  On you I graft the grafts of the best-beloved of me and America,\n  The drops I distil upon you shall grow fierce and athletic girls,\n      new artists, musicians, and singers,\n  The babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn,\n  I shall demand perfect men and women out of my love-spendings,\n  I shall expect them to interpenetrate with others, as I and you\n      inter-penetrate now,\n  I shall count on the fruits of the gushing showers of them, as I\n      count on the fruits of the gushing showers I give now,\n  I shall look for loving crops from the birth, life, death,\n      immortality, I plant so lovingly now.","themes":["love","hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0031","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0031","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0032","title":"Spontaneous Me","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Spontaneous me, Nature,\n  The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with,\n  The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder,\n  The hillside whiten’d with blossoms of the mountain ash,\n  The same late in autumn, the hues of red, yellow, drab, purple, and\n      light and dark green,\n  The rich coverlet of the grass, animals and birds, the private\n      untrimm’d bank, the primitive apples, the pebble-stones,\n  Beautiful dripping fragments, the negligent list of one after\n      another as I happen to call them to me or think of them,\n  The real poems, (what we call poems being merely pictures,)\n  The poems of the privacy of the night, and of men like me,\n  This poem drooping shy and unseen that I always carry, and that all\n      men carry,\n  (Know once for all, avow’d on purpose, wherever are men like me, are\n      our lusty lurking masculine poems,)\n  Love-thoughts, love-juice, love-odor, love-yielding, love-climbers,\n      and the climbing sap,\n  Arms and hands of love, lips of love, phallic thumb of love, breasts\n      of love, bellies press’d and glued together with love,\n  Earth of chaste love, life that is only life after love,\n  The body of my love, the body of the woman I love, the body of the\n      man, the body of the earth,\n  Soft forenoon airs that blow from the south-west,\n  The hairy wild-bee that murmurs and hankers up and down, that gripes the\n      full-grown lady-flower, curves upon her with amorous firm legs, takes\n      his will of her, and holds himself tremulous and tight till he is\n      satisfied;\n  The wet of woods through the early hours,\n  Two sleepers at night lying close together as they sleep, one with\n      an arm slanting down across and below the waist of the other,\n  The smell of apples, aromas from crush’d sage-plant, mint, birch-bark,\n  The boy’s longings, the glow and pressure as he confides to me what\n      he was dreaming,\n  The dead leaf whirling its spiral whirl and falling still and\n      content to the ground,\n  The no-form’d stings that sights, people, objects, sting me with,\n  The hubb’d sting of myself, stinging me as much as it ever can any\n      one,\n  The sensitive, orbic, underlapp’d brothers, that only privileged\n      feelers may be intimate where they are,\n  The curious roamer the hand roaming all over the body, the bashful\n      withdrawing of flesh where the fingers soothingly pause and\n      edge themselves,\n  The limpid liquid within the young man,\n  The vex’d corrosion so pensive and so painful,\n  The torment, the irritable tide that will not be at rest,\n  The like of the same I feel, the like of the same in others,\n  The young man that flushes and flushes, and the young woman that\n      flushes and flushes,\n  The young man that wakes deep at night, the hot hand seeking to\n      repress what would master him,\n  The mystic amorous night, the strange half-welcome pangs, visions, sweats,\n  The pulse pounding through palms and trembling encircling fingers,\n      the young man all color’d, red, ashamed, angry;\n  The souse upon me of my lover the sea, as I lie willing and naked,\n  The merriment of the twin babes that crawl over the grass in the\n      sun, the mother never turning her vigilant eyes from them,\n  The walnut-trunk, the walnut-husks, and the ripening or ripen’d\n      long-round walnuts,\n  The continence of vegetables, birds, animals,\n  The consequent meanness of me should I skulk or find myself indecent,\n      while birds and animals never once skulk or find themselves indecent,\n  The great chastity of paternity, to match the great chastity of maternity,\n  The oath of procreation I have sworn, my Adamic and fresh daughters,\n  The greed that eats me day and night with hungry gnaw, till I saturate\n      what shall produce boys to fill my place when I am through,\n  The wholesome relief, repose, content,\n  And this bunch pluck’d at random from myself,\n  It has done its work—I toss it carelessly to fall where it may.","themes":["love","nature","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0032","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0032","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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O confine me not!\n  (What is this that frees me so in storms?\n  What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?)\n  O to drink the mystic deliria deeper than any other man!\n  O savage and tender achings! (I bequeath them to you my children,\n  I tell them to you, for reasons, O bridegroom and bride.)\n\n  O to be yielded to you whoever you are, and you to be yielded to me\n      in defiance of the world!\n  O to return to Paradise! O bashful and feminine!\n  O to draw you to me, to plant on you for the first time the lips of\n      a determin’d man.\n\n  O the puzzle, the thrice-tied knot, the deep and dark pool, all\n      untied and illumin’d!\n  O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!\n  To be absolv’d from previous ties and conventions, I from mine and\n      you from yours!\n  To find a new unthought-of nonchalance with the best of Nature!\n  To have the gag remov’d from one’s mouth!\n  To have the feeling to-day or any day I am sufficient as I am.\n\n  O something unprov’d! something in a trance!\n  To escape utterly from others’ anchors and holds!\n  To drive free! to love free! to dash reckless and dangerous!\n  To court destruction with taunts, with invitations!\n  To ascend, to leap to the heavens of the love indicated to me!\n  To rise thither with my inebriate soul!\n  To be lost if it must be so!\n  To feed the remainder of life with one hour of fulness and freedom!\n  With one brief hour of madness and joy.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0033","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0033","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0034","title":"Out of the Rolling Ocean the Crowd","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Out of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop gently to me,\n  Whispering I love you, before long I die,\n  I have travel’d a long way merely to look on you to touch you,\n  For I could not die till I once look’d on you,\n  For I fear’d I might afterward lose you.\n\n  Now we have met, we have look’d, we are safe,\n  Return in peace to the ocean my love,\n  I too am part of that ocean my love, we are not so much separated,\n  Behold the great rondure, the cohesion of all, how perfect!\n  But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate us,\n  As for an hour carrying us diverse, yet cannot carry us diverse forever;\n  Be not impatient—a little space—know you I salute the air, the\n      ocean and the land,\n  Every day at sundown for your dear sake my love.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0034","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0034","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0035","title":"Ages and Ages Returning at Intervals","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Ages and ages returning at intervals,\n  Undestroy’d, wandering immortal,\n  Lusty, phallic, with the potent original loins, perfectly sweet,\n  I, chanter of Adamic songs,\n  Through the new garden the West, the great cities calling,\n  Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering these, offering myself,\n  Bathing myself, bathing my songs in Sex,\n  Offspring of my loins.","themes":["death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0035","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0035","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0036","title":"We Two, How Long We Were Fool’d","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"We two, how long we were fool’d,\n  Now transmuted, we swiftly escape as Nature escapes,\n  We are Nature, long have we been absent, but now we return,\n  We become plants, trunks, foliage, roots, bark,\n  We are bedded in the ground, we are rocks,\n  We are oaks, we grow in the openings side by side,\n  We browse, we are two among the wild herds spontaneous as any,\n  We are two fishes swimming in the sea together,\n  We are what locust blossoms are, we drop scent around lanes mornings\n      and evenings,\n  We are also the coarse smut of beasts, vegetables, minerals,\n  We are two predatory hawks, we soar above and look down,\n  We are two resplendent suns, we it is who balance ourselves orbic\n      and stellar, we are as two comets,\n  We prowl fang’d and four-footed in the woods, we spring on prey,\n  We are two clouds forenoons and afternoons driving overhead,\n  We are seas mingling, we are two of those cheerful waves rolling\n      over each other and interwetting each other,\n  We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive, pervious, impervious,\n  We are snow, rain, cold, darkness, we are each product and influence\n      of the globe,\n  We have circled and circled till we have arrived home again, we two,\n  We have voided all but freedom and all but our own joy.","themes":["nature","home","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0036","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0036","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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O why do you now cease?\n  Is it because if you continued beyond the swift moment you would\n      soon certainly kill me?","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0037","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0037","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. The source is the expanded lifetime collection, not the 1855 first edition.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"ad887adc1529066bc01451aed61779d06a6fb3d66aa5ddec0aa1487679281ed9","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0039","title":"Native Moments","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Native moments—when you come upon me—ah you are here now,\n  Give me now libidinous joys only,\n  Give me the drench of my passions, give me life coarse and rank,\n  To-day I go consort with Nature’s darlings, to-night too,\n  I am for those who believe in loose delights, I share the midnight\n      orgies of young men,\n  I dance with the dancers and drink with the drinkers,\n  The echoes ring with our indecent calls, I pick out some low person\n      for my dearest friend,\n  He shall be lawless, rude, illiterate, he shall be one condemn’d by\n      others for deeds done,\n  I will play a part no longer, why should I exile myself from my companions?\n  O you shunn’d persons, I at least do not shun you,\n  I come forthwith in your midst, I will be your poet,\n  I will be more to you than to any of the rest.","themes":["night","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0039","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0039","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0040","title":"Once I Pass’d Through a Populous City","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Once I pass’d through a populous city imprinting my brain for future\n      use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions,\n  Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I casually met\n      there who detain’d me for love of me,\n  Day by day and night by night we were together—all else has long\n      been forgotten by me,\n  I remember I say only that woman who passionately clung to me,\n  Again we wander, we love, we separate again,\n  Again she holds me by the hand, I must not go,\n  I see her close beside me with silent lips sad and tremulous.","themes":["love","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0040","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0040","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0041","title":"I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the Organ","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I heard you solemn-sweet pipes of the organ as last Sunday morn I\n      pass’d the church,\n  Winds of autumn, as I walk’d the woods at dusk I heard your long-\n      stretch’d sighs up above so mournful,\n  I heard the perfect Italian tenor singing at the opera, I heard the\n      soprano in the midst of the quartet singing;\n  Heart of my love! you too I heard murmuring low through one of the\n      wrists around my head,\n  Heard the pulse of you when all was still ringing little bells last\n      night under my ear.","themes":["love","nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0041","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0041","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0042","title":"Facing West from California’s Shores","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Facing west from California’s shores,\n  Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound,\n  I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity,\n      the land of migrations, look afar,\n  Look off the shores of my Western sea, the circle almost circled;\n  For starting westward from Hindustan, from the vales of Kashmere,\n  From Asia, from the north, from the God, the sage, and the hero,\n  From the south, from the flowery peninsulas and the spice islands,\n  Long having wander’d since, round the earth having wander’d,\n  Now I face home again, very pleas’d and joyous,\n  (But where is what I started for so long ago?\n  And why is it yet unfound?)","themes":["time","spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0042","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0042","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0043","title":"As Adam Early in the Morning","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"As Adam early in the morning,\n  Walking forth from the bower refresh’d with sleep,\n  Behold me where I pass, hear my voice, approach,\n  Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass,\n  Be not afraid of my body.","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0043","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0043","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0044","title":"CALAMUS","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"In paths untrodden,\n  In the growth by margins of pond-waters,\n  Escaped from the life that exhibits itself,\n  From all the standards hitherto publish’d, from the pleasures,\n      profits, conformities,\n  Which too long I was offering to feed my soul,\n  Clear to me now standards not yet publish’d, clear to me that my soul,\n  That the soul of the man I speak for rejoices in comrades,\n  Here by myself away from the clank of the world,\n  Tallying and talk’d to here by tongues aromatic,\n  No longer abash’d, (for in this secluded spot I can respond as I\n      would not dare elsewhere,)\n  Strong upon me the life that does not exhibit itself, yet contains\n      all the rest,\n  Resolv’d to sing no songs to-day but those of manly attachment,\n  Projecting them along that substantial life,\n  Bequeathing hence types of athletic love,\n  Afternoon this delicious Ninth-month in my forty-first year,\n  I proceed for all who are or have been young men,\n  To tell the secret my nights and days,\n  To celebrate the need of comrades.","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0044","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0044","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0045","title":"Scented Herbage of My Breast","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Scented herbage of my breast,\n  Leaves from you I glean, I write, to be perused best afterwards,\n  Tomb-leaves, body-leaves growing up above me above death,\n  Perennial roots, tall leaves, O the winter shall not freeze you\n      delicate leaves,\n  Every year shall you bloom again, out from where you retired you\n      shall emerge again;\n  O I do not know whether many passing by will discover you or inhale\n      your faint odor, but I believe a few will;\n  O slender leaves! O blossoms of my blood! I permit you to tell in\n      your own way of the heart that is under you,\n  O I do not know what you mean there underneath yourselves, you are\n      not happiness,\n  You are often more bitter than I can bear, you burn and sting me,\n  Yet you are beautiful to me you faint tinged roots, you make me\n      think of death,\n  Death is beautiful from you, (what indeed is finally beautiful\n      except death and love?)\n  O I think it is not for life I am chanting here my chant of lovers,\n      I think it must be for death,\n  For how calm, how solemn it grows to ascend to the atmosphere of lovers,\n  Death or life I am then indifferent, my soul declines to prefer,\n  (I am not sure but the high soul of lovers welcomes death most,)\n  Indeed O death, I think now these leaves mean precisely the same as\n      you mean,\n  Grow up taller sweet leaves that I may see! grow up out of my breast!\n  Spring away from the conceal’d heart there!\n  Do not fold yourself so in your pink-tinged roots timid leaves!\n  Do not remain down there so ashamed, herbage of my breast!\n  Come I am determin’d to unbare this broad breast of mine, I have\n      long enough stifled and choked;\n  Emblematic and capricious blades I leave you, now you serve me not,\n  I will say what I have to say by itself,\n  I will sound myself and comrades only, I will never again utter a\n      call only their call,\n  I will raise with it immortal reverberations through the States,\n  I will give an example to lovers to take permanent shape and will\n      through the States,\n  Through me shall the words be said to make death exhilarating,\n  Give me your tone therefore O death, that I may accord with it,\n  Give me yourself, for I see that you belong to me now above all, and\n      are folded inseparably together, you love and death are,\n  Nor will I allow you to balk me any more with what I was calling life,\n  For now it is convey’d to me that you are the purports essential,\n  That you hide in these shifting forms of life, for reasons, and that\n      they are mainly for you,\n  That you beyond them come forth to remain, the real reality,\n  That behind the mask of materials you patiently wait, no matter how long,\n  That you will one day perhaps take control of all,\n  That you will perhaps dissipate this entire show of appearance,\n  That may-be you are what it is all for, but it does not last so very long,\n  But you will last very long.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0045","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0045","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0046","title":"Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Whoever you are holding me now in hand,\n  Without one thing all will be useless,\n  I give you fair warning before you attempt me further,\n  I am not what you supposed, but far different.\n\n  Who is he that would become my follower?\n  Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?\n\n  The way is suspicious, the result uncertain, perhaps destructive,\n  You would have to give up all else, I alone would expect to be your\n      sole and exclusive standard,\n  Your novitiate would even then be long and exhausting,\n  The whole past theory of your life and all conformity to the lives\n      around you would have to be abandon’d,\n  Therefore release me now before troubling yourself any further, let\n      go your hand from my shoulders,\n  Put me down and depart on your way.\n\n  Or else by stealth in some wood for trial,\n  Or back of a rock in the open air,\n  (For in any roof’d room of a house I emerge not, nor in company,\n  And in libraries I lie as one dumb, a gawk, or unborn, or dead,)\n  But just possibly with you on a high hill, first watching lest any\n      person for miles around approach unawares,\n  Or possibly with you sailing at sea, or on the beach of the sea or\n      some quiet island,\n  Here to put your lips upon mine I permit you,\n  With the comrade’s long-dwelling kiss or the new husband’s kiss,\n  For I am the new husband and I am the comrade.\n\n  Or if you will, thrusting me beneath your clothing,\n  Where I may feel the throbs of your heart or rest upon your hip,\n  Carry me when you go forth over land or sea;\n  For thus merely touching you is enough, is best,\n  And thus touching you would I silently sleep and be carried eternally.\n\n  But these leaves conning you con at peril,\n  For these leaves and me you will not understand,\n  They will elude you at first and still more afterward, I will\n      certainly elude you.\n  Even while you should think you had unquestionably caught me, behold!\n  Already you see I have escaped from you.\n\n  For it is not for what I have put into it that I have written this book,\n  Nor is it by reading it you will acquire it,\n  Nor do those know me best who admire me and vauntingly praise me,\n  Nor will the candidates for my love (unless at most a very few)\n      prove victorious,\n  Nor will my poems do good only, they will do just as much evil,\n      perhaps more,\n  For all is useless without that which you may guess at many times\n      and not hit, that which I hinted at;\n  Therefore release me and depart on your way.","themes":["love","loneliness","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0046","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0046","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0047","title":"For You, O Democracy","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Come, I will make the continent indissoluble,\n  I will make the most splendid race the sun ever shone upon,\n  I will make divine magnetic lands,\n       With the love of comrades,\n         With the life-long love of comrades.\n\n  I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of America,\n      and along the shores of the great lakes, and all over the prairies,\n  I will make inseparable cities with their arms about each other’s necks,\n       By the love of comrades,\n         By the manly love of comrades.\n\n  For you these from me, O Democracy, to serve you ma femme!\n  For you, for you I am trilling these songs.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0047","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0047","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0048","title":"These I Singing in Spring","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"These I singing in spring collect for lovers,\n  (For who but I should understand lovers and all their sorrow and joy?\n  And who but I should be the poet of comrades?)\n  Collecting I traverse the garden the world, but soon I pass the gates,\n  Now along the pond-side, now wading in a little, fearing not the wet,\n  Now by the post-and-rail fences where the old stones thrown there,\n      pick’d from the fields, have accumulated,\n  (Wild-flowers and vines and weeds come up through the stones and\n      partly cover them, beyond these I pass,)\n  Far, far in the forest, or sauntering later in summer, before I\n      think where I go,\n  Solitary, smelling the earthy smell, stopping now and then in the silence,\n  Alone I had thought, yet soon a troop gathers around me,\n  Some walk by my side and some behind, and some embrace my arms or neck,\n  They the spirits of dear friends dead or alive, thicker they come, a\n      great crowd, and I in the middle,\n  Collecting, dispensing, singing, there I wander with them,\n  Plucking something for tokens, tossing toward whoever is near me,\n  Here, lilac, with a branch of pine,\n  Here, out of my pocket, some moss which I pull’d off a live-oak in\n      Florida as it hung trailing down,\n  Here, some pinks and laurel leaves, and a handful of sage,\n  And here what I now draw from the water, wading in the pondside,\n  (O here I last saw him that tenderly loves me, and returns again\n      never to separate from me,\n  And this, O this shall henceforth be the token of comrades, this\n      calamus-root shall,\n  Interchange it youths with each other! let none render it back!)\n  And twigs of maple and a bunch of wild orange and chestnut,\n  And stems of currants and plum-blows, and the aromatic cedar,\n  These I compass’d around by a thick cloud of spirits,\n  Wandering, point to or touch as I pass, or throw them loosely from me,\n  Indicating to each one what he shall have, giving something to each;\n  But what I drew from the water by the pond-side, that I reserve,\n  I will give of it, but only to them that love as I myself am capable\n      of loving.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0048","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0048","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0049","title":"Not Heaving from My Ribb’d Breast Only","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Not heaving from my ribb’d breast only,\n  Not in sighs at night in rage dissatisfied with myself,\n  Not in those long-drawn, ill-supprest sighs,\n  Not in many an oath and promise broken,\n  Not in my wilful and savage soul’s volition,\n  Not in the subtle nourishment of the air,\n  Not in this beating and pounding at my temples and wrists,\n  Not in the curious systole and diastole within which will one day cease,\n  Not in many a hungry wish told to the skies only,\n  Not in cries, laughter, defiancies, thrown from me when alone far in\n      the wilds,\n  Not in husky pantings through clinch’d teeth,\n  Not in sounded and resounded words, chattering words, echoes, dead words,\n  Not in the murmurs of my dreams while I sleep,\n  Nor the other murmurs of these incredible dreams of every day,\n  Nor in the limbs and senses of my body that take you and dismiss you\n      continually—not there,\n  Not in any or all of them O adhesiveness! O pulse of my life!\n  Need I that you exist and show yourself any more than in these songs.","themes":["spirituality","loneliness","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0049","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0049","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. The source is the expanded lifetime collection, not the 1855 first edition.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"4ab2c301ba3a1c7373429982f2d8f51d77c2c38ad0921b3564e5b7c02e7d2e47","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0050","title":"Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Of the terrible doubt of appearances,\n  Of the uncertainty after all, that we may be deluded,\n  That may-be reliance and hope are but speculations after all,\n  That may-be identity beyond the grave is a beautiful fable only,\n  May-be the things I perceive, the animals, plants, men, hills,\n      shining and flowing waters,\n  The skies of day and night, colors, densities, forms, may-be these\n      are (as doubtless they are) only apparitions, and the real\n      something has yet to be known,\n  (How often they dart out of themselves as if to confound me and mock me!\n  How often I think neither I know, nor any man knows, aught of them,)\n  May-be seeming to me what they are (as doubtless they indeed but seem)\n      as from my present point of view, and might prove (as of course they\n      would) nought of what they appear, or nought anyhow, from entirely\n      changed points of view;\n  To me these and the like of these are curiously answer’d by my\n      lovers, my dear friends,\n  When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while holding me\n      by the hand,\n  When the subtle air, the impalpable, the sense that words and reason\n      hold not, surround us and pervade us,\n  Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom, I am silent, I\n      require nothing further,\n  I cannot answer the question of appearances or that of identity\n      beyond the grave,\n  But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied,\n  He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.","themes":["love","hope","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0050","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0050","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0051","title":"The Base of All Metaphysics","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"And now gentlemen,\n  A word I give to remain in your memories and minds,\n  As base and finale too for all metaphysics.\n\n  (So to the students the old professor,\n  At the close of his crowded course.)\n\n  Having studied the new and antique, the Greek and Germanic systems,\n  Kant having studied and stated, Fichte and Schelling and Hegel,\n  Stated the lore of Plato, and Socrates greater than Plato,\n  And greater than Socrates sought and stated, Christ divine having\n      studied long,\n  I see reminiscent to-day those Greek and Germanic systems,\n  See the philosophies all, Christian churches and tenets see,\n  Yet underneath Socrates clearly see, and underneath Christ the divine I see,\n  The dear love of man for his comrade, the attraction of friend to friend,\n  Of the well-married husband and wife, of children and parents,\n  Of city for city and land for land.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0051","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0051","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0052","title":"Recorders Ages Hence","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Recorders ages hence,\n  Come, I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior, I\n      will tell you what to say of me,\n  Publish my name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover,\n  The friend the lover’s portrait, of whom his friend his lover was fondest,\n  Who was not proud of his songs, but of the measureless ocean of love\n      within him, and freely pour’d it forth,\n  Who often walk’d lonesome walks thinking of his dear friends, his lovers,\n  Who pensive away from one he lov’d often lay sleepless and\n      dissatisfied at night,\n  Who knew too well the sick, sick dread lest the one he lov’d might\n      secretly be indifferent to him,\n  Whose happiest days were far away through fields, in woods, on hills,\n      he and another wandering hand in hand, they twain apart from other men,\n  Who oft as he saunter’d the streets curv’d with his arm the shoulder\n      of his friend, while the arm of his friend rested upon him also.","themes":["love","night","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0052","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0052","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0053","title":"When I Heard at the Close of the Day","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"When I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv’d\n      with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for\n      me that follow’d,\n  And else when I carous’d, or when my plans were accomplish’d, still\n      I was not happy,\n  But the day when I rose at dawn from the bed of perfect health,\n      refresh’d, singing, inhaling the ripe breath of autumn,\n  When I saw the full moon in the west grow pale and disappear in the\n      morning light,\n  When I wander’d alone over the beach, and undressing bathed,\n      laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise,\n  And when I thought how my dear friend my lover was on his way\n      coming, O then I was happy,\n  O then each breath tasted sweeter, and all that day my food\n      nourish’d me more, and the beautiful day pass’d well,\n  And the next came with equal joy, and with the next at evening came\n      my friend,\n  And that night while all was still I heard the waters roll slowly\n      continually up the shores,\n  I heard the hissing rustle of the liquid and sands as directed to me\n      whispering to congratulate me,\n  For the one I love most lay sleeping by me under the same cover in\n      the cool night,\n  In the stillness in the autumn moonbeams his face was inclined toward me,\n  And his arm lay lightly around my breast—and that night I was happy.","themes":["love","nature","hope","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0053","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0053","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0054","title":"Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me?","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Are you the new person drawn toward me?\n  To begin with take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose;\n  Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?\n  Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover?\n  Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy’d satisfaction?\n  Do you think I am trusty and faithful?\n  Do you see no further than this facade, this smooth and tolerant\n      manner of me?\n  Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man?\n  Have you no thought O dreamer that it may be all maya, illusion?","themes":["love","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0054","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0054","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0055","title":"Roots and Leaves Themselves Alone","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Roots and leaves themselves alone are these,\n  Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods and pond-side,\n  Breast-sorrel and pinks of love, fingers that wind around tighter\n      than vines,\n  Gushes from the throats of birds hid in the foliage of trees as the\n      sun is risen,\n  Breezes of land and love set from living shores to you on the living\n      sea, to you O sailors!\n  Frost-mellow’d berries and Third-month twigs offer’d fresh to young\n      persons wandering out in the fields when the winter breaks up,\n  Love-buds put before you and within you whoever you are,\n  Buds to be unfolded on the old terms,\n  If you bring the warmth of the sun to them they will open and bring\n      form, color, perfume, to you,\n  If you become the aliment and the wet they will become flowers,\n      fruits, tall branches and trees.","themes":["love","nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0055","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0055","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0056","title":"Not Heat Flames Up and Consumes","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Not heat flames up and consumes,\n  Not sea-waves hurry in and out,\n  Not the air delicious and dry, the air of ripe summer, bears lightly\n      along white down-balls of myriads of seeds,\n  Waited, sailing gracefully, to drop where they may;\n  Not these, O none of these more than the flames of me, consuming,\n      burning for his love whom I love,\n  O none more than I hurrying in and out;\n  Does the tide hurry, seeking something, and never give up? O I the same,\n  O nor down-balls nor perfumes, nor the high rain-emitting clouds,\n      are borne through the open air,\n  Any more than my soul is borne through the open air,\n  Wafted in all directions O love, for friendship, for you.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0056","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0056","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0057","title":"Trickle Drops","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Trickle drops! my blue veins leaving!\n  O drops of me! trickle, slow drops,\n  Candid from me falling, drip, bleeding drops,\n  From wounds made to free you whence you were prison’d,\n  From my face, from my forehead and lips,\n  From my breast, from within where I was conceal’d, press forth red\n      drops, confession drops,\n  Stain every page, stain every song I sing, every word I say, bloody drops,\n  Let them know your scarlet heat, let them glisten,\n  Saturate them with yourself all ashamed and wet,\n  Glow upon all I have written or shall write, bleeding drops,\n  Let it all be seen in your light, blushing drops.","themes":["freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0057","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0057","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0058","title":"City of Orgies","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"City of orgies, walks and joys,\n  City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make\n  Not the pageants of you, not your shifting tableaus, your\n      spectacles, repay me,\n  Not the interminable rows of your houses, nor the ships at the wharves,\n  Nor the processions in the streets, nor the bright windows with\n      goods in them,\n  Nor to converse with learn’d persons, or bear my share in the soiree\n      or feast;\n  Not those, but as I pass O Manhattan, your frequent and swift flash\n      of eyes offering me love,\n  Offering response to my own—these repay me,\n  Lovers, continual lovers, only repay me.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0058","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0058","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0059","title":"Behold This Swarthy Face","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Behold this swarthy face, these gray eyes,\n  This beard, the white wool unclipt upon my neck,\n  My brown hands and the silent manner of me without charm;\n  Yet comes one a Manhattanese and ever at parting kisses me lightly\n      on the lips with robust love,\n  And I on the crossing of the street or on the ship’s deck give a\n      kiss in return,\n  We observe that salute of American comrades land and sea,\n  We are those two natural and nonchalant persons.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0059","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0059","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0060","title":"I Saw in Louisiana a Live-Oak Growing","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,\n  All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the branches,\n  Without any companion it grew there uttering joyous of dark green,\n  And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself,\n  But I wonder’d how it could utter joyous leaves standing alone there\n      without its friend near, for I knew I could not,\n  And I broke off a twig with a certain number of leaves upon it and\n      twined around it a little moss,\n  And brought it away, and I have placed it in sight in my room,\n  It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear friends,\n  (For I believe lately I think of little else than of them,)\n  Yet it remains to me a curious token, it makes me think of manly love;\n  For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana\n      solitary in a wide in a wide flat space,\n  Uttering joyous leaves all its life without a friend a lover near,\n  I know very well I could not.","themes":["love","loneliness","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0060","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0060","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0061","title":"To a Stranger","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,\n  You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me\n      as of a dream,)\n  I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,\n  All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate,\n      chaste, matured,\n  You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,\n  I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours\n      only nor left my body mine only,\n  You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you\n      take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,\n  I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or\n      wake at night alone,\n  I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,\n  I am to see to it that I do not lose you.","themes":["loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0061","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0061","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0062","title":"This Moment Yearning and Thoughtful","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"This moment yearning and thoughtful sitting alone,\n  It seems to me there are other men in other lands yearning and thoughtful,\n  It seems to me I can look over and behold them in Germany, Italy,\n      France, Spain,\n  Or far, far away, in China, or in Russia or talking other dialects,\n  And it seems to me if I could know those men I should become\n      attached to them as I do to men in my own lands,\n  O I know we should be brethren and lovers,\n  I know I should be happy with them.","themes":["loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0062","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0062","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0063","title":"I Hear It Was Charged Against Me","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I hear it was charged against me that I sought to destroy institutions,\n  But really I am neither for nor against institutions,\n  (What indeed have I in common with them? or what with the\n      destruction of them?)\n  Only I will establish in the Mannahatta and in every city of these\n      States inland and seaboard,\n  And in the fields and woods, and above every keel little or large\n      that dents the water,\n  Without edifices or rules or trustees or any argument,\n  The institution of the dear love of comrades.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0063","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0063","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0064","title":"The Prairie-Grass Dividing","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The prairie-grass dividing, its special odor breathing,\n  I demand of it the spiritual corresponding,\n  Demand the most copious and close companionship of men,\n  Demand the blades to rise of words, acts, beings,\n  Those of the open atmosphere, coarse, sunlit, fresh, nutritious,\n  Those that go their own gait, erect, stepping with freedom and\n      command, leading not following,\n  Those with a never-quell’d audacity, those with sweet and lusty\n      flesh clear of taint,\n  Those that look carelessly in the faces of Presidents and governors,\n      as to say Who are you?\n  Those of earth-born passion, simple, never constrain’d, never obedient,\n  Those of inland America.","themes":["freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0064","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0064","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0065","title":"When I Peruse the Conquer’d Fame","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"When I peruse the conquer’d fame of heroes and the victories of\n      mighty generals, I do not envy the generals,\n  Nor the President in his Presidency, nor the rich in his great house,\n  But when I hear of the brotherhood of lovers, how it was with them,\n  How together through life, through dangers, odium, unchanging, long\n      and long,\n  Through youth and through middle and old age, how unfaltering, how\n      affectionate and faithful they were,\n  Then I am pensive—I hastily walk away fill’d with the bitterest envy.","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0065","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0065","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0066","title":"We Two Boys Together Clinging","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"We two boys together clinging,\n  One the other never leaving,\n  Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making,\n  Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching,\n  Arm’d and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving.\n  No law less than ourselves owning, sailing, soldiering, thieving,\n      threatening,\n  Misers, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking, on\n      the turf or the sea-beach dancing,\n  Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking, feebleness chasing,\n  Fulfilling our foray.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0066","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0066","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0067","title":"A Promise to California","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A promise to California,\n  Or inland to the great pastoral Plains, and on to Puget sound and Oregon;\n  Sojourning east a while longer, soon I travel toward you, to remain,\n      to teach robust American love,\n  For I know very well that I and robust love belong among you,\n      inland, and along the Western sea;\n  For these States tend inland and toward the Western sea, and I will also.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0067","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0067","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0068","title":"Here the Frailest Leaves of Me","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Here the frailest leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting,\n  Here I shade and hide my thoughts, I myself do not expose them,\n  And yet they expose me more than all my other poems.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0068","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0068","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0069","title":"No Labor-Saving Machine","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"No labor-saving machine,\n  Nor discovery have I made,\n  Nor will I be able to leave behind me any wealthy bequest to found\n      hospital or library,\n  Nor reminiscence of any deed of courage for America,\n  Nor literary success nor intellect; nor book for the book-shelf,\n  But a few carols vibrating through the air I leave,\n  For comrades and lovers.","themes":["hope"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0069","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0069","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0070","title":"A Glimpse","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A glimpse through an interstice caught,\n  Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove\n      late of a winter night, and I unremark’d seated in a corner,\n  Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and\n      seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand,\n  A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking and\n      oath and smutty jest,\n  There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little,\n      perhaps not a word.","themes":["love","nature","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0070","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0070","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0071","title":"A Leaf for Hand in Hand","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A leaf for hand in hand;\n  You natural persons old and young!\n  You on the Mississippi and on all the branches and bayous of\n      the Mississippi!\n  You friendly boatmen and mechanics! you roughs!\n  You twain! and all processions moving along the streets!\n  I wish to infuse myself among you till I see it common for you to\n      walk hand in hand.","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0071","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0071","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0072","title":"Earth, My Likeness","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Earth, my likeness,\n  Though you look so impassive, ample and spheric there,\n  I now suspect that is not all;\n  I now suspect there is something fierce in you eligible to burst forth,\n  For an athlete is enamour’d of me, and I of him,\n  But toward him there is something fierce and terrible in me eligible\n      to burst forth,\n  I dare not tell it in words, not even in these songs.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0072","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0072","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0073","title":"I Dream’d in a Dream","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I dream’d in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the\n      whole of the rest of the earth,\n  I dream’d that was the new city of Friends,\n  Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love, it led the rest,\n  It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city,\n  And in all their looks and words.","themes":["love","night","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0073","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0073","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0074","title":"What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand?","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"What think you I take my pen in hand to record?\n  The battle-ship, perfect-model’d, majestic, that I saw pass the\n      offing to-day under full sail?\n  The splendors of the past day? or the splendor of the night that\n      envelops me?\n  Or the vaunted glory and growth of the great city spread around me? —no;\n  But merely of two simple men I saw to-day on the pier in the midst\n      of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends,\n  The one to remain hung on the other’s neck and passionately kiss’d him,\n  While the one to depart tightly prest the one to remain in his arms.","themes":["love","night","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0074","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0074","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0075","title":"To the East and to the West","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"To the East and to the West,\n  To the man of the Seaside State and of Pennsylvania,\n  To the Kanadian of the north, to the Southerner I love,\n  These with perfect trust to depict you as myself, the germs are in all men,\n  I believe the main purport of these States is to found a superb\n      friendship, exalte, previously unknown,\n  Because I perceive it waits, and has been always waiting, latent in all men.","themes":["love","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0075","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0075","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0076","title":"Sometimes with One I Love","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse\n      unreturn’d love,\n  But now I think there is no unreturn’d love, the pay is certain one\n      way or another,\n  (I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return’d,\n  Yet out of that I have written these songs.)","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0076","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0076","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0077","title":"To a Western Boy","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Many things to absorb I teach to help you become eleve of mine;\n  Yet if blood like mine circle not in your veins,\n  If you be not silently selected by lovers and do not silently select lovers,\n  Of what use is it that you seek to become eleve of mine?","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0077","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0077","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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O wife! more resistless than I can tell, the thought of you!\n  Then separate, as disembodied or another born,\n  Ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation,\n  I ascend, I float in the regions of your love O man,\n  O sharer of my roving life.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0078","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0078","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0079","title":"Among the Multitude","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Among the men and women the multitude,\n  I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs,\n  Acknowledging none else, not parent, wife, husband, brother, child,\n      any nearer than I am,\n  Some are baffled, but that one is not—that one knows me.\n\n  Ah lover and perfect equal,\n  I meant that you should discover me so by faint indirections,\n  And I when I meet you mean to discover you by the like in you.","themes":["love","spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0079","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0079","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0080","title":"O You Whom I Often and Silently Come","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"O you whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you,\n  As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,\n  Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is\n      playing within me.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0080","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0080","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0081","title":"That Shadow My Likeness","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"That shadow my likeness that goes to and fro seeking a livelihood,\n      chattering, chaffering,\n  How often I find myself standing and looking at it where it flits,\n  How often I question and doubt whether that is really me;\n  But among my lovers and caroling these songs,\n  O I never doubt whether that is really me.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0081","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0081","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0082","title":"Full of Life Now","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Full of life now, compact, visible,\n  I, forty years old the eighty-third year of the States,\n  To one a century hence or any number of centuries hence,\n  To you yet unborn these, seeking you.\n\n  When you read these I that was visible am become invisible,\n  Now it is you, compact, visible, realizing my poems, seeking me,\n  Fancying how happy you were if I could be with you and become your comrade;\n  Be it as if I were with you. (Be not too certain but I am now with you.)","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0082","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0082","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0083","title":"Salut au Monde!","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  O take my hand Walt Whitman!\n  Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds!\n  Such join’d unended links, each hook’d to the next,\n  Each answering all, each sharing the earth with all.\n\n  What widens within you Walt Whitman?\n  What waves and soils exuding?\n  What climes? what persons and cities are here?\n  Who are the infants, some playing, some slumbering?\n  Who are the girls? who are the married women?\n  Who are the groups of old men going slowly with their arms about\n      each other’s necks?\n  What rivers are these? what forests and fruits are these?\n  What are the mountains call’d that rise so high in the mists?\n  What myriads of dwellings are they fill’d with dwellers?\n\n       2\n  Within me latitude widens, longitude lengthens,\n  Asia, Africa, Europe, are to the east—America is provided for in the west,\n  Banding the bulge of the earth winds the hot equator,\n  Curiously north and south turn the axis-ends,\n  Within me is the longest day, the sun wheels in slanting rings, it\n      does not set for months,\n  Stretch’d in due time within me the midnight sun just rises above\n      the horizon and sinks again,\n  Within me zones, seas, cataracts, forests, volcanoes, groups,\n  Malaysia, Polynesia, and the great West Indian islands.\n\n       3\n  What do you hear Walt Whitman?\n\n  I hear the workman singing and the farmer’s wife singing,\n  I hear in the distance the sounds of children and of animals early\n      in the day,\n  I hear emulous shouts of Australians pursuing the wild horse,\n  I hear the Spanish dance with castanets in the chestnut shade, to\n      the rebeck and guitar,\n  I hear continual echoes from the Thames,\n  I hear fierce French liberty songs,\n  I hear of the Italian boat-sculler the musical recitative of old poems,\n  I hear the locusts in Syria as they strike the grain and grass with\n      the showers of their terrible clouds,\n  I hear the Coptic refrain toward sundown, pensively falling on the\n      breast of the black venerable vast mother the Nile,\n  I hear the chirp of the Mexican muleteer, and the bells of the mule,\n  I hear the Arab muezzin calling from the top of the mosque,\n  I hear the Christian priests at the altars of their churches, I hear\n      the responsive base and soprano,\n  I hear the cry of the Cossack, and the sailor’s voice putting to sea\n      at Okotsk,\n  I hear the wheeze of the slave-coffle as the slaves march on, as the\n      husky gangs pass on by twos and threes, fasten’d together\n      with wrist-chains and ankle-chains,\n  I hear the Hebrew reading his records and psalms,\n  I hear the rhythmic myths of the Greeks, and the strong legends of\n      the Romans,\n  I hear the tale of the divine life and bloody death of the beautiful\n      God the Christ,\n  I hear the Hindoo teaching his favorite pupil the loves, wars,\n      adages, transmitted safely to this day from poets who wrote three\n      thousand years ago.\n\n       4\n  What do you see Walt Whitman?\n  Who are they you salute, and that one after another salute you?\n  I see a great round wonder rolling through space,\n  I see diminute farms, hamlets, ruins, graveyards, jails, factories,\n      palaces, hovels, huts of barbarians, tents of nomads upon the surface,\n  I see the shaded part on one side where the sleepers are sleeping,\n      and the sunlit part on the other side,\n  I see the curious rapid change of the light and shade,\n  I see distant lands, as real and near to the inhabitants of them as\n      my land is to me.\n\n  I see plenteous waters,\n  I see mountain peaks, I see the sierras of Andes where they range,\n  I see plainly the Himalayas, Chian Shahs, Altays, Ghauts,\n  I see the giant pinnacles of Elbruz, Kazbek, Bazardjusi,\n  I see the Styrian Alps, and the Karnac Alps,\n  I see the Pyrenees, Balks, Carpathians, and to the north the\n      Dofrafields, and off at sea mount Hecla,\n  I see Vesuvius and Etna, the mountains of the Moon, and the Red\n      mountains of Madagascar,\n  I see the Lybian, Arabian, and Asiatic deserts,\n  I see huge dreadful Arctic and Antarctic icebergs,\n  I see the superior oceans and the inferior ones, the Atlantic and\n      Pacific, the sea of Mexico, the Brazilian sea, and the sea of Peru,\n  The waters of Hindustan, the China sea, and the gulf of Guinea,\n  The Japan waters, the beautiful bay of Nagasaki land-lock’d in its\n      mountains,\n  The spread of the Baltic, Caspian, Bothnia, the British shores, and\n      the bay of Biscay,\n  The clear-sunn’d Mediterranean, and from one to another of its islands,\n  The White sea, and the sea around Greenland.\n\n  I behold the mariners of the world,\n  Some are in storms, some in the night with the watch on the lookout,\n  Some drifting helplessly, some with contagious diseases.\n\n  I behold the sail and steamships of the world, some in clusters in\n      port, some on their voyages,\n  Some double the cape of Storms, some cape Verde, others capes\n      Guardafui, Bon, or Bajadore,\n  Others Dondra head, others pass the straits of Sunda, others cape\n      Lopatka, others Behring’s straits,\n  Others cape Horn, others sail the gulf of Mexico or along Cuba or\n      Hayti, others Hudson’s bay or Baffin’s bay,\n  Others pass the straits of Dover, others enter the Wash, others the\n      firth of Solway, others round cape Clear, others the Land’s End,\n  Others traverse the Zuyder Zee or the Scheld,\n  Others as comers and goers at Gibraltar or the Dardanelles,\n  Others sternly push their way through the northern winter-packs,\n  Others descend or ascend the Obi or the Lena,\n  Others the Niger or the Congo, others the Indus, the Burampooter\n      and Cambodia,\n  Others wait steam’d up ready to start in the ports of Australia,\n  Wait at Liverpool, Glasgow, Dublin, Marseilles, Lisbon, Naples,\n  Hamburg, Bremen, Bordeaux, the Hague, Copenhagen,\n  Wait at Valparaiso, Rio Janeiro, Panama.\n\n       5\n  I see the tracks of the railroads of the earth,\n  I see them in Great Britain, I see them in Europe,\n  I see them in Asia and in Africa.\n\n  I see the electric telegraphs of the earth,\n  I see the filaments of the news of the wars, deaths, losses, gains,\n      passions, of my race.\n\n  I see the long river-stripes of the earth,\n  I see the Amazon and the Paraguay,\n  I see the four great rivers of China, the Amour, the Yellow River,\n      the Yiang-tse, and the Pearl,\n  I see where the Seine flows, and where the Danube, the Loire, the\n      Rhone, and the Guadalquiver flow,\n  I see the windings of the Volga, the Dnieper, the Oder,\n  I see the Tuscan going down the Arno, and the Venetian along the Po,\n  I see the Greek seaman sailing out of Egina bay.\n\n       6\n  I see the site of the old empire of Assyria, and that of Persia, and\n      that of India,\n  I see the falling of the Ganges over the high rim of Saukara.\n\n  I see the place of the idea of the Deity incarnated by avatars in\n      human forms,\n  I see the spots of the successions of priests on the earth, oracles,\n      sacrificers, brahmins, sabians, llamas, monks, muftis, exhorters,\n  I see where druids walk’d the groves of Mona, I see the mistletoe\n      and vervain,\n  I see the temples of the deaths of the bodies of Gods, I see the old\n      signifiers.\n\n  I see Christ eating the bread of his last supper in the midst of\n      youths and old persons,\n  I see where the strong divine young man the Hercules toil’d\n      faithfully and long and then died,\n  I see the place of the innocent rich life and hapless fate of the\n      beautiful nocturnal son, the full-limb’d Bacchus,\n  I see Kneph, blooming, drest in blue, with the crown of feathers on\n      his head,\n  I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-belov’d, saying to the people\n      Do not weep for me,\n  This is not my true country, I have lived banish’d from my true\n      country, I now go back there,\n  I return to the celestial sphere where every one goes in his turn.\n\n       7\n  I see the battle-fields of the earth, grass grows upon them and\n      blossoms and corn,\n  I see the tracks of ancient and modern expeditions.\n\n  I see the nameless masonries, venerable messages of the unknown\n      events, heroes, records of the earth.\n\n  I see the places of the sagas,\n  I see pine-trees and fir-trees torn by northern blasts,\n  I see granite bowlders and cliffs, I see green meadows and lakes,\n  I see the burial-cairns of Scandinavian warriors,\n  I see them raised high with stones by the marge of restless oceans,\n      that the dead men’s spirits when they wearied of their quiet\n      graves might rise up through the mounds and gaze on the tossing\n      billows, and be refresh’d by storms, immensity, liberty, action.\n\n  I see the steppes of Asia,\n  I see the tumuli of Mongolia, I see the tents of Kalmucks and Baskirs,\n  I see the nomadic tribes with herds of oxen and cows,\n  I see the table-lands notch’d with ravines, I see the jungles and deserts,\n  I see the camel, the wild steed, the bustard, the fat-tail’d sheep,\n      the antelope, and the burrowing wolf\n\n  I see the highlands of Abyssinia,\n  I see flocks of goats feeding, and see the fig-tree, tamarind, date,\n  And see fields of teff-wheat and places of verdure and gold.\n\n  I see the Brazilian vaquero,\n  I see the Bolivian ascending mount Sorata,\n  I see the Wacho crossing the plains, I see the incomparable rider of\n      horses with his lasso on his arm,\n  I see over the pampas the pursuit of wild cattle for their hides.\n\n       8\n  I see the regions of snow and ice,\n  I see the sharp-eyed Samoiede and the Finn,\n  I see the seal-seeker in his boat poising his lance,\n  I see the Siberian on his slight-built sledge drawn by dogs,\n  I see the porpoise-hunters, I see the whale-crews of the south\n      Pacific and the north Atlantic,\n  I see the cliffs, glaciers, torrents, valleys, of Switzerland—I\n      mark the long winters and the isolation.\n\n  I see the cities of the earth and make myself at random a part of them,\n  I am a real Parisian,\n  I am a habitan of Vienna, St. Petersburg, Berlin, Constantinople,\n  I am of Adelaide, Sidney, Melbourne,\n  I am of London, Manchester, Bristol, Edinburgh, Limerick,\n  I am of Madrid, Cadiz, Barcelona, Oporto, Lyons, Brussels, Berne,\n      Frankfort, Stuttgart, Turin, Florence,\n  I belong in Moscow, Cracow, Warsaw, or northward in Christiania or\n      Stockholm, or in Siberian Irkutsk, or in some street in Iceland,\n  I descend upon all those cities, and rise from them again.\n\n       10\n  I see vapors exhaling from unexplored countries,\n  I see the savage types, the bow and arrow, the poison’d splint, the\n      fetich, and the obi.\n  I see African and Asiatic towns,\n  I see Algiers, Tripoli, Derne, Mogadore, Timbuctoo, Monrovia,\n  I see the swarms of Pekin, Canton, Benares, Delhi, Calcutta, Tokio,\n  I see the Kruman in his hut, and the Dahoman and Ashantee-man in their huts,\n  I see the Turk smoking opium in Aleppo,\n  I see the picturesque crowds at the fairs of Khiva and those of Herat,\n  I see Teheran, I see Muscat and Medina and the intervening sands,\n      see the caravans toiling onward,\n  I see Egypt and the Egyptians, I see the pyramids and obelisks.\n  I look on chisell’d histories, records of conquering kings,\n      dynasties, cut in slabs of sand-stone, or on granite-blocks,\n  I see at Memphis mummy-pits containing mummies embalm’d,\n      swathed in linen cloth, lying there many centuries,\n  I look on the fall’n Theban, the large-ball’d eyes, the\n      side-drooping neck, the hands folded across the breast.\n\n  I see all the menials of the earth, laboring,\n  I see all the prisoners in the prisons,\n  I see the defective human bodies of the earth,\n  The blind, the deaf and dumb, idiots, hunchbacks, lunatics,\n  The pirates, thieves, betrayers, murderers, slave-makers of the earth,\n  The helpless infants, and the helpless old men and women.\n\n  I see male and female everywhere,\n  I see the serene brotherhood of philosophs,\n  I see the constructiveness of my race,\n  I see the results of the perseverance and industry of my race,\n  I see ranks, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, I go among them, I\n      mix indiscriminately,\n  And I salute all the inhabitants of the earth.\n\n       11\n  You whoever you are!\n  You daughter or son of England!\n  You of the mighty Slavic tribes and empires! you Russ in Russia!\n  You dim-descended, black, divine-soul’d African, large, fine-headed,\n      nobly-form’d, superbly destin’d, on equal terms with me!\n  You Norwegian! Swede! Dane! Icelander! you Prussian!\n  You Spaniard of Spain! you Portuguese!\n  You Frenchwoman and Frenchman of France!\n  You Belge! you liberty-lover of the Netherlands! (you stock whence I\n      myself have descended;)\n  You sturdy Austrian! you Lombard! Hun! Bohemian! farmer of Styria!\n  You neighbor of the Danube!\n  You working-man of the Rhine, the Elbe, or the Weser! you working-woman too!\n  You Sardinian! you Bavarian! Swabian! Saxon! Wallachian! Bulgarian!\n  You Roman! Neapolitan! you Greek!\n  You lithe matador in the arena at Seville!\n  You mountaineer living lawlessly on the Taurus or Caucasus!\n  You Bokh horse-herd watching your mares and stallions feeding!\n  You beautiful-bodied Persian at full speed in the saddle shooting\n      arrows to the mark!\n  You Chinaman and Chinawoman of China! you Tartar of Tartary!\n  You women of the earth subordinated at your tasks!\n  You Jew journeying in your old age through every risk to stand once\n      on Syrian ground!\n  You other Jews waiting in all lands for your Messiah!\n  You thoughtful Armenian pondering by some stream of the Euphrates!\n      you peering amid the ruins of Nineveh! you ascending mount Ararat!\n  You foot-worn pilgrim welcoming the far-away sparkle of the minarets\n      of Mecca!\n  You sheiks along the stretch from Suez to Bab-el-mandeb ruling your\n      families and tribes!\n  You olive-grower tending your fruit on fields of Nazareth, Damascus,\n      or lake Tiberias!\n  You Thibet trader on the wide inland or bargaining in the shops of Lassa!\n  You Japanese man or woman! you liver in Madagascar, Ceylon, Sumatra, Borneo!\n  All you continentals of Asia, Africa, Europe, Australia, indifferent\n      of place!\n  All you on the numberless islands of the archipelagoes of the sea!\n  And you of centuries hence when you listen to me!\n  And you each and everywhere whom I specify not, but include just the same!\n  Health to you! good will to you all, from me and America sent!\n\n  Each of us inevitable,\n  Each of us limitless—each of us with his or her right upon the earth,\n  Each of us allow’d the eternal purports of the earth,\n  Each of us here as divinely as any is here.\n\n       12\n  You Hottentot with clicking palate! you woolly-hair’d hordes!\n  You own’d persons dropping sweat-drops or blood-drops!\n  You human forms with the fathomless ever-impressive countenances of brutes!\n  You poor koboo whom the meanest of the rest look down upon for all\n      your glimmering language and spirituality!\n  You dwarf’d Kamtschatkan, Greenlander, Lapp!\n  You Austral negro, naked, red, sooty, with protrusive lip,\n      groveling, seeking your food!\n  You Caffre, Berber, Soudanese!\n  You haggard, uncouth, untutor’d Bedowee!\n  You plague-swarms in Madras, Nankin, Kaubul, Cairo!\n  You benighted roamer of Amazonia! you Patagonian! you Feejeeman!\n  I do not prefer others so very much before you either,\n  I do not say one word against you, away back there where you stand,\n  (You will come forward in due time to my side.)\n\n       13\n  My spirit has pass’d in compassion and determination around the whole earth,\n  I have look’d for equals and lovers and found them ready for me in\n      all lands,\n  I think some divine rapport has equalized me with them.\n\n  You vapors, I think I have risen with you, moved away to distant\n      continents, and fallen down there, for reasons,\n  I think I have blown with you you winds;\n  You waters I have finger’d every shore with you,\n  I have run through what any river or strait of the globe has run through,\n  I have taken my stand on the bases of peninsulas and on the high\n      embedded rocks, to cry thence:\n\n  What cities the light or warmth penetrates I penetrate those cities myself,\n  All islands to which birds wing their way I wing my way myself.\n\n  Toward you all, in America’s name,\n  I raise high the perpendicular hand, I make the signal,\n  To remain after me in sight forever,\n  For all the haunts and homes of men.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0083","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0083","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0084","title":"Song of the Open Road","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,\n  Healthy, free, the world before me,\n  The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.\n\n  Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,\n  Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,\n  Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,\n  Strong and content I travel the open road.\n\n  The earth, that is sufficient,\n  I do not want the constellations any nearer,\n  I know they are very well where they are,\n  I know they suffice for those who belong to them.\n\n  (Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,\n  I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever I go,\n  I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them,\n  I am fill’d with them, and I will fill them in return.)\n\n       2\n  You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all\n      that is here,\n  I believe that much unseen is also here.\n\n  Here the profound lesson of reception, nor preference nor denial,\n  The black with his woolly head, the felon, the diseas’d, the\n      illiterate person, are not denied;\n  The birth, the hasting after the physician, the beggar’s tramp, the\n      drunkard’s stagger, the laughing party of mechanics,\n  The escaped youth, the rich person’s carriage, the fop, the eloping couple,\n  The early market-man, the hearse, the moving of furniture into the\n      town, the return back from the town,\n  They pass, I also pass, any thing passes, none can be interdicted,\n  None but are accepted, none but shall be dear to me.\n\n       3\n  You air that serves me with breath to speak!\n  You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape!\n  You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers!\n  You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides!\n  I believe you are latent with unseen existences, you are so dear to me.\n\n  You flagg’d walks of the cities! you strong curbs at the edges!\n  You ferries! you planks and posts of wharves! you timber-lined\n      side! you distant ships!\n  You rows of houses! you window-pierc’d facades! you roofs!\n  You porches and entrances! you copings and iron guards!\n  You windows whose transparent shells might expose so much!\n  You doors and ascending steps! you arches!\n  You gray stones of interminable pavements! you trodden crossings!\n  From all that has touch’d you I believe you have imparted to\n      yourselves, and now would impart the same secretly to me,\n  From the living and the dead you have peopled your impassive surfaces,\n      and the spirits thereof would be evident and amicable with me.\n\n       4\n  The earth expanding right hand and left hand,\n  The picture alive, every part in its best light,\n  The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is\n      not wanted,\n  The cheerful voice of the public road, the gay fresh sentiment of the road.\n\n  O highway I travel, do you say to me Do not leave me?\n  Do you say Venture not—if you leave me you are lost?\n  Do you say I am already prepared, I am well-beaten and undenied,\n      adhere to me?\n\n  O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you,\n  You express me better than I can express myself,\n  You shall be more to me than my poem.\n\n  I think heroic deeds were all conceiv’d in the open air, and all\n      free poems also,\n  I think I could stop here myself and do miracles,\n  I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like, and whoever\n      beholds me shall like me,\n  I think whoever I see must be happy.\n\n       5\n  From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines,\n  Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,\n  Listening to others, considering well what they say,\n  Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,\n  Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that\n      would hold me.\n\n  I inhale great draughts of space,\n  The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.\n\n  I am larger, better than I thought,\n  I did not know I held so much goodness.\n\n  All seems beautiful to me,\n  can repeat over to men and women You have done such good to me\n      I would do the same to you,\n  I will recruit for myself and you as I go,\n  I will scatter myself among men and women as I go,\n  I will toss a new gladness and roughness among them,\n  Whoever denies me it shall not trouble me,\n  Whoever accepts me he or she shall be blessed and shall bless me.\n\n       6\n  Now if a thousand perfect men were to appear it would not amaze me,\n  Now if a thousand beautiful forms of women appear’d it would not\n      astonish me.\n\n  Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons,\n  It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.\n\n  Here a great personal deed has room,\n  (Such a deed seizes upon the hearts of the whole race of men,\n  Its effusion of strength and will overwhelms law and mocks all\n      authority and all argument against it.)\n\n  Here is the test of wisdom,\n  Wisdom is not finally tested in schools,\n  Wisdom cannot be pass’d from one having it to another not having it,\n  Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof,\n  Applies to all stages and objects and qualities and is content,\n  Is the certainty of the reality and immortality of things, and the\n      excellence of things;\n  Something there is in the float of the sight of things that provokes\n      it out of the soul.\n\n  Now I re-examine philosophies and religions,\n  They may prove well in lecture-rooms, yet not prove at all under the\n      spacious clouds and along the landscape and flowing currents.\n\n  Here is realization,\n  Here is a man tallied—he realizes here what he has in him,\n  The past, the future, majesty, love—if they are vacant of you, you\n      are vacant of them.\n\n  Only the kernel of every object nourishes;\n  Where is he who tears off the husks for you and me?\n  Where is he that undoes stratagems and envelopes for you and me?\n\n  Here is adhesiveness, it is not previously fashion’d, it is apropos;\n  Do you know what it is as you pass to be loved by strangers?\n  Do you know the talk of those turning eye-balls?\n\n       7\n  Here is the efflux of the soul,\n  The efflux of the soul comes from within through embower’d gates,\n      ever provoking questions,\n  These yearnings why are they? these thoughts in the darkness why are they?\n  Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight\n      expands my blood?\n  Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?\n  Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious\n      thoughts descend upon me?\n  (I think they hang there winter and summer on those trees and always\n      drop fruit as I pass;)\n  What is it I interchange so suddenly with strangers?\n  What with some driver as I ride on the seat by his side?\n  What with some fisherman drawing his seine by the shore as I walk by\n      and pause?\n  What gives me to be free to a woman’s and man’s good-will? what\n      gives them to be free to mine?\n\n       8\n  The efflux of the soul is happiness, here is happiness,\n  I think it pervades the open air, waiting at all times,\n  Now it flows unto us, we are rightly charged.\n\n  Here rises the fluid and attaching character,\n  The fluid and attaching character is the freshness and sweetness of\n      man and woman,\n  (The herbs of the morning sprout no fresher and sweeter every day\n      out of the roots of themselves, than it sprouts fresh and sweet\n      continually out of itself.)\n\n  Toward the fluid and attaching character exudes the sweat of the\n      love of young and old,\n  From it falls distill’d the charm that mocks beauty and attainments,\n  Toward it heaves the shuddering longing ache of contact.\n\n       9\n  Allons! whoever you are come travel with me!\n  Traveling with me you find what never tires.\n\n  The earth never tires,\n  The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first, Nature is rude\n      and incomprehensible at first,\n  Be not discouraged, keep on, there are divine things well envelop’d,\n  I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.\n\n  Allons! we must not stop here,\n  However sweet these laid-up stores, however convenient this dwelling\n      we cannot remain here,\n  However shelter’d this port and however calm these waters we must\n      not anchor here,\n  However welcome the hospitality that surrounds us we are permitted\n      to receive it but a little while.\n\n       10\n  Allons! the inducements shall be greater,\n  We will sail pathless and wild seas,\n  We will go where winds blow, waves dash, and the Yankee clipper\n      speeds by under full sail.\n\n  Allons! with power, liberty, the earth, the elements,\n  Health, defiance, gayety, self-esteem, curiosity;\n  Allons! from all formules!\n  From your formules, O bat-eyed and materialistic priests.\n\n  The stale cadaver blocks up the passage—the burial waits no longer.\n\n  Allons! yet take warning!\n  He traveling with me needs the best blood, thews, endurance,\n  None may come to the trial till he or she bring courage and health,\n  Come not here if you have already spent the best of yourself,\n  Only those may come who come in sweet and determin’d bodies,\n  No diseas’d person, no rum-drinker or venereal taint is permitted here.\n\n  (I and mine do not convince by arguments, similes, rhymes,\n  We convince by our presence.)\n\n       11\n  Listen! I will be honest with you,\n  I do not offer the old smooth prizes, but offer rough new prizes,\n  These are the days that must happen to you:\n  You shall not heap up what is call’d riches,\n  You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you earn or achieve,\n  You but arrive at the city to which you were destin’d, you hardly\n      settle yourself to satisfaction before you are call’d by an\n      irresistible call to depart,\n  You shall be treated to the ironical smiles and mockings of those\n      who remain behind you,\n  What beckonings of love you receive you shall only answer with\n      passionate kisses of parting,\n  You shall not allow the hold of those who spread their reach’d hands\n      toward you.\n\n       12\n  Allons! after the great Companions, and to belong to them!\n  They too are on the road—they are the swift and majestic men—they\n      are the greatest women,\n  Enjoyers of calms of seas and storms of seas,\n  Sailors of many a ship, walkers of many a mile of land,\n  Habitues of many distant countries, habitues of far-distant dwellings,\n  Trusters of men and women, observers of cities, solitary toilers,\n  Pausers and contemplators of tufts, blossoms, shells of the shore,\n  Dancers at wedding-dances, kissers of brides, tender helpers of\n      children, bearers of children,\n  Soldiers of revolts, standers by gaping graves, lowerers-down of coffins,\n  Journeyers over consecutive seasons, over the years, the curious\n      years each emerging from that which preceded it,\n  Journeyers as with companions, namely their own diverse phases,\n  Forth-steppers from the latent unrealized baby-days,\n  Journeyers gayly with their own youth, journeyers with their bearded\n      and well-grain’d manhood,\n  Journeyers with their womanhood, ample, unsurpass’d, content,\n  Journeyers with their own sublime old age of manhood or womanhood,\n  Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe,\n  Old age, flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.\n\n       13\n  Allons! to that which is endless as it was beginningless,\n  To undergo much, tramps of days, rests of nights,\n  To merge all in the travel they tend to, and the days and nights\n      they tend to,\n  Again to merge them in the start of superior journeys,\n  To see nothing anywhere but what you may reach it and pass it,\n  To conceive no time, however distant, but what you may reach it and pass it,\n  To look up or down no road but it stretches and waits for you,\n      however long but it stretches and waits for you,\n  To see no being, not God’s or any, but you also go thither,\n  To see no possession but you may possess it, enjoying all without\n      labor or purchase, abstracting the feast yet not abstracting one\n      particle of it,\n  To take the best of the farmer’s farm and the rich man’s elegant\n      villa, and the chaste blessings of the well-married couple, and\n      the fruits of orchards and flowers of gardens,\n  To take to your use out of the compact cities as you pass through,\n  To carry buildings and streets with you afterward wherever you go,\n  To gather the minds of men out of their brains as you encounter\n      them, to gather the love out of their hearts,\n  To take your lovers on the road with you, for all that you leave\n      them behind you,\n  To know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for\n      traveling souls.\n\n  All parts away for the progress of souls,\n  All religion, all solid things, arts, governments—all that was or is\n      apparent upon this globe or any globe, falls into niches and corners\n      before the procession of souls along the grand roads of the universe.\n\n  Of the progress of the souls of men and women along the grand roads of\n      the universe, all other progress is the needed emblem and sustenance.\n\n  Forever alive, forever forward,\n  Stately, solemn, sad, withdrawn, baffled, mad, turbulent, feeble,\n      dissatisfied,\n  Desperate, proud, fond, sick, accepted by men, rejected by men,\n  They go! they go! I know that they go, but I know not where they go,\n  But I know that they go toward the best—toward something great.\n\n  Whoever you are, come forth! or man or woman come forth!\n  You must not stay sleeping and dallying there in the house, though\n      you built it, or though it has been built for you.\n\n  Out of the dark confinement! out from behind the screen!\n  It is useless to protest, I know all and expose it.\n\n  Behold through you as bad as the rest,\n  Through the laughter, dancing, dining, supping, of people,\n  Inside of dresses and ornaments, inside of those wash’d and trimm’d faces,\n  Behold a secret silent loathing and despair.\n\n  No husband, no wife, no friend, trusted to hear the confession,\n  Another self, a duplicate of every one, skulking and hiding it goes,\n  Formless and wordless through the streets of the cities, polite and\n      bland in the parlors,\n  In the cars of railroads, in steamboats, in the public assembly,\n  Home to the houses of men and women, at the table, in the bedroom,\n      everywhere,\n  Smartly attired, countenance smiling, form upright, death under the\n      breast-bones, hell under the skull-bones,\n  Under the broadcloth and gloves, under the ribbons and artificial flowers,\n  Keeping fair with the customs, speaking not a syllable of itself,\n  Speaking of any thing else but never of itself.\n\n       14\n  Allons! through struggles and wars!\n  The goal that was named cannot be countermanded.\n\n  Have the past struggles succeeded?\n  What has succeeded? yourself? your nation? Nature?\n  Now understand me well—it is provided in the essence of things that\n      from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come forth\n      something to make a greater struggle necessary.\n\n  My call is the call of battle, I nourish active rebellion,\n  He going with me must go well arm’d,\n  He going with me goes often with spare diet, poverty, angry enemies,\n      desertions.\n\n       15\n  Allons! the road is before us!\n  It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well—be not\n      detain’d!\n  Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the\n      shelf unopen’d!\n  Let the tools remain in the workshop! let the money remain unearn’d!\n  Let the school stand! mind not the cry of the teacher!\n  Let the preacher preach in his pulpit! let the lawyer plead in the\n      court, and the judge expound the law.\n\n  Camerado, I give you my hand!\n  I give you my love more precious than money,\n  I give you myself before preaching or law;\n  Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me?\n  Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0084","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0084","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. The source is the expanded lifetime collection, not the 1855 first edition.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"41992fd18350b294b0f0b1cea5b29bf9d085ebe5a475b8fe8d44d7a8caf33a24","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0085","title":"Crossing Brooklyn Ferry","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face!\n  Clouds of the west—sun there half an hour high—I see you also face\n      to face.\n\n  Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes, how curious\n      you are to me!\n  On the ferry-boats the hundreds and hundreds that cross, returning\n      home, are more curious to me than you suppose,\n  And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence are more\n      to me, and more in my meditations, than you might suppose.\n\n       2\n  The impalpable sustenance of me from all things at all hours of the day,\n  The simple, compact, well-join’d scheme, myself disintegrated, every\n      one disintegrated yet part of the scheme,\n  The similitudes of the past and those of the future,\n  The glories strung like beads on my smallest sights and hearings, on\n      the walk in the street and the passage over the river,\n  The current rushing so swiftly and swimming with me far away,\n  The others that are to follow me, the ties between me and them,\n  The certainty of others, the life, love, sight, hearing of others.\n\n  Others will enter the gates of the ferry and cross from shore to shore,\n  Others will watch the run of the flood-tide,\n  Others will see the shipping of Manhattan north and west, and the\n      heights of Brooklyn to the south and east,\n  Others will see the islands large and small;\n  Fifty years hence, others will see them as they cross, the sun half\n      an hour high,\n  A hundred years hence, or ever so many hundred years hence, others\n      will see them,\n  Will enjoy the sunset, the pouring-in of the flood-tide, the\n      falling-back to the sea of the ebb-tide.\n\n       3\n  It avails not, time nor place—distance avails not,\n  I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many\n      generations hence,\n  Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt,\n  Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one of a crowd,\n  Just as you are refresh’d by the gladness of the river and the\n      bright flow, I was refresh’d,\n  Just as you stand and lean on the rail, yet hurry with the swift\n      current, I stood yet was hurried,\n  Just as you look on the numberless masts of ships and the\n      thick-stemm’d pipes of steamboats, I look’d.\n\n  I too many and many a time cross’d the river of old,\n  Watched the Twelfth-month sea-gulls, saw them high in the air\n      floating with motionless wings, oscillating their bodies,\n  Saw how the glistening yellow lit up parts of their bodies and left\n      the rest in strong shadow,\n  Saw the slow-wheeling circles and the gradual edging toward the south,\n  Saw the reflection of the summer sky in the water,\n  Had my eyes dazzled by the shimmering track of beams,\n  Look’d at the fine centrifugal spokes of light round the shape of my\n      head in the sunlit water,\n  Look’d on the haze on the hills southward and south-westward,\n  Look’d on the vapor as it flew in fleeces tinged with violet,\n  Look’d toward the lower bay to notice the vessels arriving,\n  Saw their approach, saw aboard those that were near me,\n  Saw the white sails of schooners and sloops, saw the ships at anchor,\n  The sailors at work in the rigging or out astride the spars,\n  The round masts, the swinging motion of the hulls, the slender\n      serpentine pennants,\n  The large and small steamers in motion, the pilots in their pilothouses,\n  The white wake left by the passage, the quick tremulous whirl of the wheels,\n  The flags of all nations, the falling of them at sunset,\n  The scallop-edged waves in the twilight, the ladled cups, the\n      frolic-some crests and glistening,\n  The stretch afar growing dimmer and dimmer, the gray walls of the\n      granite storehouses by the docks,\n  On the river the shadowy group, the big steam-tug closely flank’d on\n      each side by the barges, the hay-boat, the belated lighter,\n  On the neighboring shore the fires from the foundry chimneys burning\n      high and glaringly into the night,\n  Casting their flicker of black contrasted with wild red and yellow\n      light over the tops of houses, and down into the clefts of streets.\n\n       4\n  These and all else were to me the same as they are to you,\n  I loved well those cities, loved well the stately and rapid river,\n  The men and women I saw were all near to me,\n  Others the same—others who look back on me because I look’d forward\n      to them,\n  (The time will come, though I stop here to-day and to-night.)\n\n       5\n  What is it then between us?\n  What is the count of the scores or hundreds of years between us?\n\n  Whatever it is, it avails not—distance avails not, and place avails not,\n  I too lived, Brooklyn of ample hills was mine,\n  I too walk’d the streets of Manhattan island, and bathed in the\n      waters around it,\n  I too felt the curious abrupt questionings stir within me,\n  In the day among crowds of people sometimes they came upon me,\n  In my walks home late at night or as I lay in my bed they came upon me,\n  I too had been struck from the float forever held in solution,\n  I too had receiv’d identity by my body,\n  That I was I knew was of my body, and what I should be I knew I\n      should be of my body.\n\n       6\n  It is not upon you alone the dark patches fall,\n  The dark threw its patches down upon me also,\n  The best I had done seem’d to me blank and suspicious,\n  My great thoughts as I supposed them, were they not in reality meagre?\n  Nor is it you alone who know what it is to be evil,\n  I am he who knew what it was to be evil,\n  I too knitted the old knot of contrariety,\n  Blabb’d, blush’d, resented, lied, stole, grudg’d,\n  Had guile, anger, lust, hot wishes I dared not speak,\n  Was wayward, vain, greedy, shallow, sly, cowardly, malignant,\n  The wolf, the snake, the hog, not wanting in me.\n  The cheating look, the frivolous word, the adulterous wish, not wanting,\n\n  Refusals, hates, postponements, meanness, laziness, none of these wanting,\n  Was one with the rest, the days and haps of the rest,\n  Was call’d by my nighest name by clear loud voices of young men as\n      they saw me approaching or passing,\n  Felt their arms on my neck as I stood, or the negligent leaning of\n      their flesh against me as I sat,\n  Saw many I loved in the street or ferry-boat or public assembly, yet\n      never told them a word,\n  Lived the same life with the rest, the same old laughing, gnawing, sleeping,\n  Play’d the part that still looks back on the actor or actress,\n  The same old role, the role that is what we make it, as great as we like,\n  Or as small as we like, or both great and small.\n\n       7\n  Closer yet I approach you,\n  What thought you have of me now, I had as much of you—I laid in my\n      stores in advance,\n  I consider’d long and seriously of you before you were born.\n\n  Who was to know what should come home to me?\n  Who knows but I am enjoying this?\n  Who knows, for all the distance, but I am as good as looking at you\n      now, for all you cannot see me?\n\n       8\n  Ah, what can ever be more stately and admirable to me than\n      mast-hemm’d Manhattan?\n  River and sunset and scallop-edg’d waves of flood-tide?\n  The sea-gulls oscillating their bodies, the hay-boat in the\n      twilight, and the belated lighter?\n  What gods can exceed these that clasp me by the hand, and with voices I\n      love call me promptly and loudly by my nighest name as approach?\n  What is more subtle than this which ties me to the woman or man that\n      looks in my face?\n  Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning into you?\n\n  We understand then do we not?\n  What I promis’d without mentioning it, have you not accepted?\n  What the study could not teach—what the preaching could not\n      accomplish is accomplish’d, is it not?\n\n       9\n  Flow on, river! flow with the flood-tide, and ebb with the ebb-tide!\n  Frolic on, crested and scallop-edg’d waves!\n  Gorgeous clouds of the sunset! drench with your splendor me, or the\n      men and women generations after me!\n  Cross from shore to shore, countless crowds of passengers!\n  Stand up, tall masts of Mannahatta! stand up, beautiful hills of Brooklyn!\n  Throb, baffled and curious brain! throw out questions and answers!\n  Suspend here and everywhere, eternal float of solution!\n  Gaze, loving and thirsting eyes, in the house or street or public assembly!\n  Sound out, voices of young men! loudly and musically call me by my\n      nighest name!\n  Live, old life! play the part that looks back on the actor or actress!\n  Play the old role, the role that is great or small according as one\n      makes it!\n  Consider, you who peruse me, whether I may not in unknown ways be\n      looking upon you;\n  Be firm, rail over the river, to support those who lean idly, yet\n      haste with the hasting current;\n  Fly on, sea-birds! fly sideways, or wheel in large circles high in the air;\n  Receive the summer sky, you water, and faithfully hold it till all\n      downcast eyes have time to take it from you!\n  Diverge, fine spokes of light, from the shape of my head, or any\n      one’s head, in the sunlit water!\n  Come on, ships from the lower bay! pass up or down, white-sail’d\n      schooners, sloops, lighters!\n  Flaunt away, flags of all nations! be duly lower’d at sunset!\n  Burn high your fires, foundry chimneys! cast black shadows at\n      nightfall! cast red and yellow light over the tops of the houses!\n  Appearances, now or henceforth, indicate what you are,\n  You necessary film, continue to envelop the soul,\n  About my body for me, and your body for you, be hung our divinest aromas,\n  Thrive, cities—bring your freight, bring your shows, ample and\n      sufficient rivers,\n  Expand, being than which none else is perhaps more spiritual,\n  Keep your places, objects than which none else is more lasting.\n\n  You have waited, you always wait, you dumb, beautiful ministers,\n  We receive you with free sense at last, and are insatiate henceforward,\n  Not you any more shall be able to foil us, or withhold yourselves from us,\n  We use you, and do not cast you aside—we plant you permanently within us,\n  We fathom you not—we love you—there is perfection in you also,\n  You furnish your parts toward eternity,\n  Great or small, you furnish your parts toward the soul.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0085","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0085","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. The source is the expanded lifetime collection, not the 1855 first edition.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"13747ca27d905eeca119829d80122017fc0533b21e3c9a2ce53c520eb7b8ebb1","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0086","title":"Song of the Answerer","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  Now list to my morning’s romanza, I tell the signs of the Answerer,\n  To the cities and farms I sing as they spread in the sunshine before me.\n\n  A young man comes to me bearing a message from his brother,\n  How shall the young man know the whether and when of his brother?\n  Tell him to send me the signs. And I stand before the young man\n      face to face, and take his right hand in my left hand and his\n      left hand in my right hand,\n  And I answer for his brother and for men, and I answer for him that\n      answers for all, and send these signs.\n\n  Him all wait for, him all yield up to, his word is decisive and final,\n  Him they accept, in him lave, in him perceive themselves as amid light,\n  Him they immerse and he immerses them.\n\n  Beautiful women, the haughtiest nations, laws, the landscape,\n      people, animals,\n  The profound earth and its attributes and the unquiet ocean, (so\n      tell I my morning’s romanza,)\n  All enjoyments and properties and money, and whatever money will buy,\n  The best farms, others toiling and planting and he unavoidably reaps,\n  The noblest and costliest cities, others grading and building and he\n      domiciles there,\n  Nothing for any one but what is for him, near and far are for him,\n      the ships in the offing,\n  The perpetual shows and marches on land are for him if they are for anybody.\n\n  He puts things in their attitudes,\n  He puts to-day out of himself with plasticity and love,\n  He places his own times, reminiscences, parents, brothers and\n      sisters, associations, employment, politics, so that the rest\n      never shame them afterward, nor assume to command them.\n\n  He is the Answerer,\n  What can be answer’d he answers, and what cannot be answer’d he\n      shows how it cannot be answer’d.\n\n  A man is a summons and challenge,\n  (It is vain to skulk—do you hear that mocking and laughter? do you\n      hear the ironical echoes?)\n\n  Books, friendships, philosophers, priests, action, pleasure, pride,\n      beat up and down seeking to give satisfaction,\n  He indicates the satisfaction, and indicates them that beat up and\n      down also.\n\n  Whichever the sex, whatever the season or place, he may go freshly\n      and gently and safely by day or by night,\n  He has the pass-key of hearts, to him the response of the prying of\n      hands on the knobs.\n\n  His welcome is universal, the flow of beauty is not more welcome or\n      universal than he is,\n  The person he favors by day or sleeps with at night is blessed.\n\n  Every existence has its idiom, every thing has an idiom and tongue,\n  He resolves all tongues into his own and bestows it upon men, and\n      any man translates, and any man translates himself also,\n  One part does not counteract another part, he is the joiner, he sees\n      how they join.\n\n  He says indifferently and alike How are you friend? to the President\n      at his levee,\n  And he says Good-day my brother, to Cudge that hoes in the sugar-field,\n  And both understand him and know that his speech is right.\n\n  He walks with perfect ease in the capitol,\n  He walks among the Congress, and one Representative says to another,\n      Here is our equal appearing and new.\n\n  Then the mechanics take him for a mechanic,\n  And the soldiers suppose him to be a soldier, and the sailors that\n      he has follow’d the sea,\n  And the authors take him for an author, and the artists for an artist,\n  And the laborers perceive he could labor with them and love them,\n  No matter what the work is, that he is the one to follow it or has\n      follow’d it,\n  No matter what the nation, that he might find his brothers and\n      sisters there.\n\n  The English believe he comes of their English stock,\n  A Jew to the Jew he seems, a Russ to the Russ, usual and near,\n      removed from none.\n\n  Whoever he looks at in the traveler’s coffee-house claims him,\n  The Italian or Frenchman is sure, the German is sure, the Spaniard\n      is sure, and the island Cuban is sure,\n  The engineer, the deck-hand on the great lakes, or on the Mississippi\n      or St. Lawrence or Sacramento, or Hudson or Paumanok sound, claims him.\n\n  The gentleman of perfect blood acknowledges his perfect blood,\n  The insulter, the prostitute, the angry person, the beggar, see\n      themselves in the ways of him, he strangely transmutes them,\n  They are not vile any more, they hardly know themselves they are so grown.\n\n       2\n  The indications and tally of time,\n  Perfect sanity shows the master among philosophs,\n  Time, always without break, indicates itself in parts,\n  What always indicates the poet is the crowd of the pleasant company\n      of singers, and their words,\n  The words of the singers are the hours or minutes of the light or dark,\n      but the words of the maker of poems are the general light and dark,\n  The maker of poems settles justice, reality, immortality,\n  His insight and power encircle things and the human race,\n  He is the glory and extract thus far of things and of the human race.\n\n  The singers do not beget, only the Poet begets,\n  The singers are welcom’d, understood, appear often enough, but rare\n      has the day been, likewise the spot, of the birth of the maker\n      of poems, the Answerer,\n  (Not every century nor every five centuries has contain’d such a\n      day, for all its names.)\n\n  The singers of successive hours of centuries may have ostensible\n      names, but the name of each of them is one of the singers,\n  The name of each is, eye-singer, ear-singer, head-singer,\n      sweet-singer, night-singer, parlor-singer, love-singer,\n      weird-singer, or something else.\n\n  All this time and at all times wait the words of true poems,\n  The words of true poems do not merely please,\n  The true poets are not followers of beauty but the august masters of beauty;\n  The greatness of sons is the exuding of the greatness of mothers\n      and fathers,\n  The words of true poems are the tuft and final applause of science.\n\n  Divine instinct, breadth of vision, the law of reason, health,\n      rudeness of body, withdrawnness,\n  Gayety, sun-tan, air-sweetness, such are some of the words of poems.\n\n  The sailor and traveler underlie the maker of poems, the Answerer,\n  The builder, geometer, chemist, anatomist, phrenologist, artist, all\n      these underlie the maker of poems, the Answerer.\n\n  The words of the true poems give you more than poems,\n  They give you to form for yourself poems, religions, politics, war,\n      peace, behavior, histories, essays, daily life, and every thing else,\n  They balance ranks, colors, races, creeds, and the sexes,\n  They do not seek beauty, they are sought,\n  Forever touching them or close upon them follows beauty, longing,\n      fain, love-sick.\n\n  They prepare for death, yet are they not the finish, but rather the outset,\n  They bring none to his or her terminus or to be content and full,\n  Whom they take they take into space to behold the birth of stars, to\n      learn one of the meanings,\n  To launch off with absolute faith, to sweep through the ceaseless\n      rings and never be quiet again.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0086","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0086","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0087","title":"Our Old Feuillage","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Always our old feuillage!\n  Always Florida’s green peninsula—always the priceless delta of\n      Louisiana—always the cotton-fields of Alabama and Texas,\n  Always California’s golden hills and hollows, and the silver\n      mountains of New Mexico—always soft-breath’d Cuba,\n  Always the vast slope drain’d by the Southern sea, inseparable with\n      the slopes drain’d by the Eastern and Western seas,\n  The area the eighty-third year of these States, the three and a half\n      millions of square miles,\n  The eighteen thousand miles of sea-coast and bay-coast on the main,\n      the thirty thousand miles of river navigation,\n  The seven millions of distinct families and the same number of dwellings—\n      always these, and more, branching forth into numberless branches,\n  Always the free range and diversity—always the continent of Democracy;\n  Always the prairies, pastures, forests, vast cities, travelers,\n      Kanada, the snows;\n  Always these compact lands tied at the hips with the belt stringing\n      the huge oval lakes;\n  Always the West with strong native persons, the increasing density there,\n      the habitans, friendly, threatening, ironical, scorning invaders;\n  All sights, South, North, East—all deeds, promiscuously done at all times,\n  All characters, movements, growths, a few noticed, myriads unnoticed,\n  Through Mannahatta’s streets I walking, these things gathering,\n  On interior rivers by night in the glare of pine knots, steamboats\n      wooding up,\n  Sunlight by day on the valley of the Susquehanna, and on the valleys\n      of the Potomac and Rappahannock, and the valleys of the Roanoke\n      and Delaware,\n  In their northerly wilds beasts of prey haunting the Adirondacks the\n      hills, or lapping the Saginaw waters to drink,\n  In a lonesome inlet a sheldrake lost from the flock, sitting on the\n      water rocking silently,\n  In farmers’ barns oxen in the stable, their harvest labor done, they\n      rest standing, they are too tired,\n  Afar on arctic ice the she-walrus lying drowsily while her cubs play around,\n  The hawk sailing where men have not yet sail’d, the farthest polar\n      sea, ripply, crystalline, open, beyond the floes,\n  White drift spooning ahead where the ship in the tempest dashes,\n  On solid land what is done in cities as the bells strike midnight together,\n  In primitive woods the sounds there also sounding, the howl of the\n      wolf, the scream of the panther, and the hoarse bellow of the elk,\n  In winter beneath the hard blue ice of Moosehead lake, in summer\n      visible through the clear waters, the great trout swimming,\n  In lower latitudes in warmer air in the Carolinas the large black\n      buzzard floating slowly high beyond the tree tops,\n  Below, the red cedar festoon’d with tylandria, the pines and\n      cypresses growing out of the white sand that spreads far and flat,\n  Rude boats descending the big Pedee, climbing plants, parasites with\n      color’d flowers and berries enveloping huge trees,\n  The waving drapery on the live-oak trailing long and low,\n      noiselessly waved by the wind,\n  The camp of Georgia wagoners just after dark, the supper-fires and\n      the cooking and eating by whites and negroes,\n  Thirty or forty great wagons, the mules, cattle, horses, feeding\n      from troughs,\n  The shadows, gleams, up under the leaves of the old sycamore-trees,\n      the flames with the black smoke from the pitch-pine curling and rising;\n  Southern fishermen fishing, the sounds and inlets of North\n      Carolina’s coast, the shad-fishery and the herring-fishery, the\n      large sweep-seines, the windlasses on shore work’d by horses, the\n      clearing, curing, and packing-houses;\n  Deep in the forest in piney woods turpentine dropping from the\n      incisions in the trees, there are the turpentine works,\n  There are the negroes at work in good health, the ground in all\n      directions is cover’d with pine straw;\n  In Tennessee and Kentucky slaves busy in the coalings, at the forge,\n      by the furnace-blaze, or at the corn-shucking,\n  In Virginia, the planter’s son returning after a long absence,\n      joyfully welcom’d and kiss’d by the aged mulatto nurse,\n  On rivers boatmen safely moor’d at nightfall in their boats under\n      shelter of high banks,\n  Some of the younger men dance to the sound of the banjo or fiddle,\n      others sit on the gunwale smoking and talking;\n  Late in the afternoon the mocking-bird, the American mimic, singing\n      in the Great Dismal Swamp,\n  There are the greenish waters, the resinous odor, the plenteous\n      moss, the cypress-tree, and the juniper-tree;\n  Northward, young men of Mannahatta, the target company from an\n      excursion returning home at evening, the musket-muzzles all\n      bear bunches of flowers presented by women;\n  Children at play, or on his father’s lap a young boy fallen asleep,\n      (how his lips move! how he smiles in his sleep!)\n  The scout riding on horseback over the plains west of the\n      Mississippi, he ascends a knoll and sweeps his eyes around;\n  California life, the miner, bearded, dress’d in his rude costume,\n      the stanch California friendship, the sweet air, the graves one\n      in passing meets solitary just aside the horse-path;\n  Down in Texas the cotton-field, the negro-cabins, drivers driving\n      mules or oxen before rude carts, cotton bales piled on banks\n      and wharves;\n  Encircling all, vast-darting up and wide, the American Soul, with\n      equal hemispheres, one Love, one Dilation or Pride;\n  In arriere the peace-talk with the Iroquois the aborigines, the\n      calumet, the pipe of good-will, arbitration, and indorsement,\n  The sachem blowing the smoke first toward the sun and then toward\n      the earth,\n  The drama of the scalp-dance enacted with painted faces and guttural\n      exclamations,\n  The setting out of the war-party, the long and stealthy march,\n  The single file, the swinging hatchets, the surprise and slaughter\n      of enemies;\n  All the acts, scenes, ways, persons, attitudes of these States,\n      reminiscences, institutions,\n  All these States compact, every square mile of these States without\n      excepting a particle;\n  Me pleas’d, rambling in lanes and country fields, Paumanok’s fields,\n  Observing the spiral flight of two little yellow butterflies\n      shuffling between each other, ascending high in the air,\n  The darting swallow, the destroyer of insects, the fall traveler\n      southward but returning northward early in the spring,\n  The country boy at the close of the day driving the herd of cows and\n      shouting to them as they loiter to browse by the roadside,\n  The city wharf, Boston, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Charleston, New\n      Orleans, San Francisco,\n  The departing ships when the sailors heave at the capstan;\n  Evening—me in my room—the setting sun,\n  The setting summer sun shining in my open window, showing the\n      swarm of flies, suspended, balancing in the air in the centre\n      of the room, darting athwart, up and down, casting swift\n      shadows in specks on the opposite wall where the shine is;\n  The athletic American matron speaking in public to crowds of listeners,\n  Males, females, immigrants, combinations, the copiousness, the\n      individuality of the States, each for itself—the moneymakers,\n  Factories, machinery, the mechanical forces, the windlass, lever,\n      pulley, all certainties,\n  The certainty of space, increase, freedom, futurity,\n  In space the sporades, the scatter’d islands, the stars—on the firm\n      earth, the lands, my lands,\n  O lands! all so dear to me—what you are, (whatever it is,) I putting it\n      at random in these songs, become a part of that, whatever it is,\n  Southward there, I screaming, with wings slow flapping, with the\n      myriads of gulls wintering along the coasts of Florida,\n  Otherways there atwixt the banks of the Arkansaw, the Rio Grande,\n      the Nueces, the Brazos, the Tombigbee, the Red River, the\n      Saskatchawan or the Osage, I with the spring waters laughing\n      and skipping and running,\n  Northward, on the sands, on some shallow bay of Paumanok, I with\n      parties of snowy herons wading in the wet to seek worms and\n      aquatic plants,\n  Retreating, triumphantly twittering, the king-bird, from piercing\n      the crow with its bill, for amusement—and I triumphantly twittering,\n  The migrating flock of wild geese alighting in autumn to refresh\n      themselves, the body of the flock feed, the sentinels outside\n      move around with erect heads watching, and are from time to time\n      reliev’d by other sentinels—and I feeding and taking turns\n      with the rest,\n  In Kanadian forests the moose, large as an ox, corner’d by hunters,\n      rising desperately on his hind-feet, and plunging with his\n      fore-feet, the hoofs as sharp as knives—and I, plunging at the\n      hunters, corner’d and desperate,\n  In the Mannahatta, streets, piers, shipping, store-houses, and the\n      countless workmen working in the shops,\n  And I too of the Mannahatta, singing thereof—and no less in myself\n      than the whole of the Mannahatta in itself,\n  Singing the song of These, my ever-united lands—my body no more\n      inevitably united, part to part, and made out of a thousand\n      diverse contributions one identity, any more than my lands\n      are inevitably united and made ONE IDENTITY;\n  Nativities, climates, the grass of the great pastoral Plains,\n  Cities, labors, death, animals, products, war, good and evil—these me,\n  These affording, in all their particulars, the old feuillage to me\n      and to America, how can I do less than pass the clew of the union\n      of them, to afford the like to you?\n  Whoever you are! how can I but offer you divine leaves, that you\n      also be eligible as I am?\n  How can I but as here chanting, invite you for yourself to collect\n      bouquets of the incomparable feuillage of these States?","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0087","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0087","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0088","title":"A Song of Joys","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"O to make the most jubilant song!\n  Full of music—full of manhood, womanhood, infancy!\n  Full of common employments—full of grain and trees.\n\n  O for the voices of animals—O for the swiftness and balance of fishes!\n  O for the dropping of raindrops in a song!\n  O for the sunshine and motion of waves in a song!\n\n  O the joy of my spirit—it is uncaged—it darts like lightning!\n  It is not enough to have this globe or a certain time,\n  I will have thousands of globes and all time.\n\n  O the engineer’s joys! to go with a locomotive!\n  To hear the hiss of steam, the merry shriek, the steam-whistle, the\n      laughing locomotive!\n  To push with resistless way and speed off in the distance.\n\n  O the gleesome saunter over fields and hillsides!\n  The leaves and flowers of the commonest weeds, the moist fresh\n      stillness of the woods,\n  The exquisite smell of the earth at daybreak, and all through the forenoon.\n\n  O the horseman’s and horsewoman’s joys!\n  The saddle, the gallop, the pressure upon the seat, the cool\n      gurgling by the ears and hair.\n\n  O the fireman’s joys!\n  I hear the alarm at dead of night,\n  I hear bells, shouts! I pass the crowd, I run!\n  The sight of the flames maddens me with pleasure.\n\n  O the joy of the strong-brawn’d fighter, towering in the arena in\n      perfect condition, conscious of power, thirsting to meet his opponent.\n\n  O the joy of that vast elemental sympathy which only the human soul is\n      capable of generating and emitting in steady and limitless floods.\n\n  O the mother’s joys!\n  The watching, the endurance, the precious love, the anguish, the\n      patiently yielded life.\n\n  O the of increase, growth, recuperation,\n  The joy of soothing and pacifying, the joy of concord and harmony.\n\n  O to go back to the place where I was born,\n  To hear the birds sing once more,\n  To ramble about the house and barn and over the fields once more,\n  And through the orchard and along the old lanes once more.\n\n  O to have been brought up on bays, lagoons, creeks, or along the coast,\n  To continue and be employ’d there all my life,\n  The briny and damp smell, the shore, the salt weeds exposed at low water,\n  The work of fishermen, the work of the eel-fisher and clam-fisher;\n  I come with my clam-rake and spade, I come with my eel-spear,\n  Is the tide out? I Join the group of clam-diggers on the flats,\n  I laugh and work with them, I joke at my work like a mettlesome young man;\n  In winter I take my eel-basket and eel-spear and travel out on foot\n      on the ice—I have a small axe to cut holes in the ice,\n  Behold me well-clothed going gayly or returning in the afternoon,\n      my brood of tough boys accompanying me,\n  My brood of grown and part-grown boys, who love to be with no\n      one else so well as they love to be with me,\n  By day to work with me, and by night to sleep with me.\n\n  Another time in warm weather out in a boat, to lift the lobster-pots\n      where they are sunk with heavy stones, (I know the buoys,)\n  O the sweetness of the Fifth-month morning upon the water as I row\n      just before sunrise toward the buoys,\n  I pull the wicker pots up slantingly, the dark green lobsters are\n      desperate with their claws as I take them out, I insert\n      wooden pegs in the ’oints of their pincers,\n\n  I go to all the places one after another, and then row back to the shore,\n  There in a huge kettle of boiling water the lobsters shall be boil’d\n      till their color becomes scarlet.\n\n  Another time mackerel-taking,\n  Voracious, mad for the hook, near the surface, they seem to fill the\n      water for miles;\n  Another time fishing for rock-fish in Chesapeake bay, I one of the\n      brown-faced crew;\n  Another time trailing for blue-fish off Paumanok, I stand with braced body,\n  My left foot is on the gunwale, my right arm throws far out the\n      coils of slender rope,\n  In sight around me the quick veering and darting of fifty skiffs, my\n      companions.\n\n  O boating on the rivers,\n  The voyage down the St. Lawrence, the superb scenery, the steamers,\n  The ships sailing, the Thousand Islands, the occasional timber-raft\n      and the raftsmen with long-reaching sweep-oars,\n  The little huts on the rafts, and the stream of smoke when they cook\n      supper at evening.\n\n  (O something pernicious and dread!\n  Something far away from a puny and pious life!\n  Something unproved! something in a trance!\n  Something escaped from the anchorage and driving free.)\n\n  O to work in mines, or forging iron,\n  Foundry casting, the foundry itself, the rude high roof, the ample\n      and shadow’d space,\n  The furnace, the hot liquid pour’d out and running.\n\n  O to resume the joys of the soldier!\n  To feel the presence of a brave commanding officer—to feel his sympathy!\n  To behold his calmness—to be warm’d in the rays of his smile!\n  To go to battle—to hear the bugles play and the drums beat!\n  To hear the crash of artillery—to see the glittering of the bayonets\n      and musket-barrels in the sun!\n\n  To see men fall and die and not complain!\n  To taste the savage taste of blood—to be so devilish!\n  To gloat so over the wounds and deaths of the enemy.\n\n  O the whaleman’s joys! O I cruise my old cruise again!\n  I feel the ship’s motion under me, I feel the Atlantic breezes fanning me,\n  I hear the cry again sent down from the mast-head, There—she blows!\n  Again I spring up the rigging to look with the rest—we descend,\n      wild with excitement,\n  I leap in the lower’d boat, we row toward our prey where he lies,\n  We approach stealthy and silent, I see the mountainous mass,\n      lethargic, basking,\n  I see the harpooneer standing up, I see the weapon dart from his\n      vigorous arm;\n  O swift again far out in the ocean the wounded whale, settling,\n      running to windward, tows me,\n  Again I see him rise to breathe, we row close again,\n  I see a lance driven through his side, press’d deep, turn’d in the wound,\n  Again we back off, I see him settle again, the life is leaving him fast,\n  As he rises he spouts blood, I see him swim in circles narrower and\n      narrower, swiftly cutting the water—I see him die,\n  He gives one convulsive leap in the centre of the circle, and then\n      falls flat and still in the bloody foam.\n\n  O the old manhood of me, my noblest joy of all!\n  My children and grand-children, my white hair and beard,\n  My largeness, calmness, majesty, out of the long stretch of my life.\n\n  O ripen’d joy of womanhood! O happiness at last!\n  I am more than eighty years of age, I am the most venerable mother,\n  How clear is my mind—how all people draw nigh to me!\n  What attractions are these beyond any before? what bloom more\n      than the bloom of youth?\n  What beauty is this that descends upon me and rises out of me?\n\n  O the orator’s joys!\n  To inflate the chest, to roll the thunder of the voice out from the\n      ribs and throat,\n  To make the people rage, weep, hate, desire, with yourself,\n  To lead America—to quell America with a great tongue.\n\n  O the joy of my soul leaning pois’d on itself, receiving identity through\n      materials and loving them, observing characters and absorbing them,\n  My soul vibrated back to me from them, from sight, hearing, touch,\n      reason, articulation, comparison, memory, and the like,\n  The real life of my senses and flesh transcending my senses and flesh,\n  My body done with materials, my sight done with my material eyes,\n  Proved to me this day beyond cavil that it is not my material eyes\n      which finally see,\n  Nor my material body which finally loves, walks, laughs, shouts,\n      embraces, procreates.\n\n  O the farmer’s joys!\n  Ohioan’s, Illinoisian’s, Wisconsinese’, Kanadian’s, Iowan’s,\n      Kansian’s, Missourian’s, Oregonese’ joys!\n  To rise at peep of day and pass forth nimbly to work,\n  To plough land in the fall for winter-sown crops,\n  To plough land in the spring for maize,\n  To train orchards, to graft the trees, to gather apples in the fall.\n\n  O to bathe in the swimming-bath, or in a good place along shore,\n  To splash the water! to walk ankle-deep, or race naked along the shore.\n\n  O to realize space!\n  The plenteousness of all, that there are no bounds,\n  To emerge and be of the sky, of the sun and moon and flying\n      clouds, as one with them.\n\n  O the joy a manly self-hood!\n  To be servile to none, to defer to none, not to any tyrant known or unknown,\n  To walk with erect carriage, a step springy and elastic,\n  To look with calm gaze or with a flashing eye,\n  To speak with a full and sonorous voice out of a broad chest,\n  To confront with your personality all the other personalities of the earth.\n\n  Knowist thou the excellent joys of youth?\n  Joys of the dear companions and of the merry word and laughing face?\n  Joy of the glad light-beaming day, joy of the wide-breath’d games?\n  Joy of sweet music, joy of the lighted ball-room and the dancers?\n  Joy of the plenteous dinner, strong carouse and drinking?\n\n  Yet O my soul supreme!\n  Knowist thou the joys of pensive thought?\n  Joys of the free and lonesome heart, the tender, gloomy heart?\n  Joys of the solitary walk, the spirit bow’d yet proud, the suffering\n      and the struggle?\n  The agonistic throes, the ecstasies, joys of the solemn musings day\n      or night?\n  Joys of the thought of Death, the great spheres Time and Space?\n  Prophetic joys of better, loftier love’s ideals, the divine wife,\n      the sweet, eternal, perfect comrade?\n  Joys all thine own undying one, joys worthy thee O soul.\n\n  O while I live to be the ruler of life, not a slave,\n  To meet life as a powerful conqueror,\n  No fumes, no ennui, no more complaints or scornful criticisms,\n  To these proud laws of the air, the water and the ground, proving\n      my interior soul impregnable,\n  And nothing exterior shall ever take command of me.\n\n  For not life’s joys alone I sing, repeating—the joy of death!\n  The beautiful touch of Death, soothing and benumbing a few moments,\n      for reasons,\n  Myself discharging my excrementitious body to be burn’d, or render’d\n      to powder, or buried,\n  My real body doubtless left to me for other spheres,\n  My voided body nothing more to me, returning to the purifications,\n      further offices, eternal uses of the earth.\n\n  O to attract by more than attraction!\n  How it is I know not—yet behold! the something which obeys none\n      of the rest,\n  It is offensive, never defensive—yet how magnetic it draws.\n\n  O to struggle against great odds, to meet enemies undaunted!\n  To be entirely alone with them, to find how much one can stand!\n  To look strife, torture, prison, popular odium, face to face!\n  To mount the scaffold, to advance to the muzzles of guns with\n      perfect nonchalance!\n  To be indeed a God!\n\n  O to sail to sea in a ship!\n  To leave this steady unendurable land,\n  To leave the tiresome sameness of the streets, the sidewalks and the\n      houses,\n  To leave you O you solid motionless land, and entering a ship,\n  To sail and sail and sail!\n\n  O to have life henceforth a poem of new joys!\n  To dance, clap hands, exult, shout, skip, leap, roll on, float on!\n  To be a sailor of the world bound for all ports,\n  A ship itself, (see indeed these sails I spread to the sun and air,)\n  A swift and swelling ship full of rich words, full of joys.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0088","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0088","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. The source is the expanded lifetime collection, not the 1855 first edition.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"c34b5855a34c7ff0684c63a0014151864b2851a46623ff095a9a82547fe7f60f","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0089","title":"Song of the Broad-Axe","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  Weapon shapely, naked, wan,\n  Head from the mother’s bowels drawn,\n  Wooded flesh and metal bone, limb only one and lip only one,\n  Gray-blue leaf by red-heat grown, helve produced from a little seed sown,\n  Resting the grass amid and upon,\n  To be lean’d and to lean on.\n\n  Strong shapes and attributes of strong shapes, masculine trades,\n      sights and sounds.\n  Long varied train of an emblem, dabs of music,\n  Fingers of the organist skipping staccato over the keys of the great organ.\n\n       2\n  Welcome are all earth’s lands, each for its kind,\n  Welcome are lands of pine and oak,\n  Welcome are lands of the lemon and fig,\n  Welcome are lands of gold,\n  Welcome are lands of wheat and maize, welcome those of the grape,\n  Welcome are lands of sugar and rice,\n  Welcome the cotton-lands, welcome those of the white potato and\n      sweet potato,\n  Welcome are mountains, flats, sands, forests, prairies,\n  Welcome the rich borders of rivers, table-lands, openings,\n  Welcome the measureless grazing-lands, welcome the teeming soil of\n      orchards, flax, honey, hemp;\n  Welcome just as much the other more hard-faced lands,\n  Lands rich as lands of gold or wheat and fruit lands,\n  Lands of mines, lands of the manly and rugged ores,\n  Lands of coal, copper, lead, tin, zinc,\n  Lands of iron—lands of the make of the axe.\n\n       3\n  The log at the wood-pile, the axe supported by it,\n  The sylvan hut, the vine over the doorway, the space clear’d for garden,\n  The irregular tapping of rain down on the leaves after the storm is lull’d,\n  The walling and moaning at intervals, the thought of the sea,\n  The thought of ships struck in the storm and put on their beam ends,\n      and the cutting away of masts,\n  The sentiment of the huge timbers of old-fashion’d houses and barns,\n  The remember’d print or narrative, the voyage at a venture of men,\n      families, goods,\n  The disembarkation, the founding of a new city,\n  The voyage of those who sought a New England and found it, the outset\n      anywhere,\n  The settlements of the Arkansas, Colorado, Ottawa, Willamette,\n  The slow progress, the scant fare, the axe, rifle, saddle-bags;\n  The beauty of all adventurous and daring persons,\n  The beauty of wood-boys and wood-men with their clear untrimm’d faces,\n  The beauty of independence, departure, actions that rely on themselves,\n  The American contempt for statutes and ceremonies, the boundless\n      impatience of restraint,\n  The loose drift of character, the inkling through random types, the\n      solidification;\n  The butcher in the slaughter-house, the hands aboard schooners and\n      sloops, the raftsman, the pioneer,\n  Lumbermen in their winter camp, daybreak in the woods, stripes of\n      snow on the limbs of trees, the occasional snapping,\n  The glad clear sound of one’s own voice, the merry song, the natural\n      life of the woods, the strong day’s work,\n  The blazing fire at night, the sweet taste of supper, the talk, the\n      bed of hemlock-boughs and the bear-skin;\n  The house-builder at work in cities or anywhere,\n  The preparatory jointing, squaring, sawing, mortising,\n  The hoist-up of beams, the push of them in their places, laying them\n      regular,\n  Setting the studs by their tenons in the mortises according as they\n      were prepared,\n  The blows of mallets and hammers, the attitudes of the men, their\n      curv’d limbs,\n  Bending, standing, astride the beams, driving in pins, holding on by\n      posts and braces,\n  The hook’d arm over the plate, the other arm wielding the axe,\n  The floor-men forcing the planks close to be nail’d,\n  Their postures bringing their weapons downward on the bearers,\n  The echoes resounding through the vacant building:\n  The huge storehouse carried up in the city well under way,\n  The six framing-men, two in the middle and two at each end, carefully\n      bearing on their shoulders a heavy stick for a cross-beam,\n  The crowded line of masons with trowels in their right hands rapidly\n      laying the long side-wall, two hundred feet from front to rear,\n  The flexible rise and fall of backs, the continual click of the\n      trowels striking the bricks,\n  The bricks one after another each laid so workmanlike in its place,\n      and set with a knock of the trowel-handle,\n  The piles of materials, the mortar on the mortar-boards, and the\n      steady replenishing by the hod-men;\n  Spar-makers in the spar-yard, the swarming row of well-grown apprentices,\n  The swing of their axes on the square-hew’d log shaping it toward\n      the shape of a mast,\n  The brisk short crackle of the steel driven slantingly into the pine,\n  The butter-color’d chips flying off in great flakes and slivers,\n  The limber motion of brawny young arms and hips in easy costumes,\n  The constructor of wharves, bridges, piers, bulk-heads, floats,\n      stays against the sea;\n  The city fireman, the fire that suddenly bursts forth in the\n      close-pack’d square,\n  The arriving engines, the hoarse shouts, the nimble stepping and daring,\n  The strong command through the fire-trumpets, the falling in line,\n      the rise and fall of the arms forcing the water,\n  The slender, spasmic, blue-white jets, the bringing to bear of the\n      hooks and ladders and their execution,\n  The crash and cut away of connecting wood-work, or through floors\n      if the fire smoulders under them,\n  The crowd with their lit faces watching, the glare and dense shadows;\n  The forger at his forge-furnace and the user of iron after him,\n  The maker of the axe large and small, and the welder and temperer,\n  The chooser breathing his breath on the cold steel and trying the\n      edge with his thumb,\n  The one who clean-shapes the handle and sets it firmly in the socket;\n  The shadowy processions of the portraits of the past users also,\n  The primal patient mechanics, the architects and engineers,\n  The far-off Assyrian edifice and Mizra edifice,\n  The Roman lictors preceding the consuls,\n  The antique European warrior with his axe in combat,\n  The uplifted arm, the clatter of blows on the helmeted head,\n  The death-howl, the limpsy tumbling body, the rush of friend and foe\n      thither,\n  The siege of revolted lieges determin’d for liberty,\n  The summons to surrender, the battering at castle gates, the truce\n      and parley,\n  The sack of an old city in its time,\n  The bursting in of mercenaries and bigots tumultuously and disorderly,\n  Roar, flames, blood, drunkenness, madness,\n  Goods freely rifled from houses and temples, screams of women in the\n      gripe of brigands,\n  Craft and thievery of camp-followers, men running, old persons despairing,\n  The hell of war, the cruelties of creeds,\n  The list of all executive deeds and words just or unjust,\n  The power of personality just or unjust.\n\n       4\n  Muscle and pluck forever!\n  What invigorates life invigorates death,\n  And the dead advance as much as the living advance,\n  And the future is no more uncertain than the present,\n  For the roughness of the earth and of man encloses as much as the\n      delicatesse of the earth and of man,\n  And nothing endures but personal qualities.\n\n  What do you think endures?\n  Do you think a great city endures?\n  Or a teeming manufacturing state? or a prepared constitution? or the\n      best built steamships?\n  Or hotels of granite and iron? or any chef-d’œuvres of engineering,\n      forts, armaments?\n\n  Away! these are not to be cherish’d for themselves,\n  They fill their hour, the dancers dance, the musicians play for them,\n  The show passes, all does well enough of course,\n  All does very well till one flash of defiance.\n\n  A great city is that which has the greatest men and women,\n  If it be a few ragged huts it is still the greatest city in the\n      whole world.\n\n       5\n  The place where a great city stands is not the place of stretch’d\n      wharves, docks, manufactures, deposits of produce merely,\n  Nor the place of ceaseless salutes of new-comers or the\n      anchor-lifters of the departing,\n  Nor the place of the tallest and costliest buildings or shops\n      selling goods from the rest of the earth,\n  Nor the place of the best libraries and schools, nor the place where\n      money is plentiest,\n  Nor the place of the most numerous population.\n\n  Where the city stands with the brawniest breed of orators and bards,\n  Where the city stands that is belov’d by these, and loves them in\n      return and understands them,\n  Where no monuments exist to heroes but in the common words and deeds,\n  Where thrift is in its place, and prudence is in its place,\n  Where the men and women think lightly of the laws,\n  Where the slave ceases, and the master of slaves ceases,\n  Where the populace rise at once against the never-ending audacity of\n      elected persons,\n  Where fierce men and women pour forth as the sea to the whistle of\n      death pours its sweeping and unript waves,\n  Where outside authority enters always after the precedence of inside\n      authority,\n  Where the citizen is always the head and ideal, and President,\n      Mayor, Governor and what not, are agents for pay,\n  Where children are taught to be laws to themselves, and to depend on\n      themselves,\n  Where equanimity is illustrated in affairs,\n  Where speculations on the soul are encouraged,\n  Where women walk in public processions in the streets the same as the men,\n  Where they enter the public assembly and take places the same as the men;\n  Where the city of the faithfulest friends stands,\n  Where the city of the cleanliness of the sexes stands,\n  Where the city of the healthiest fathers stands,\n  Where the city of the best-bodied mothers stands,\n  There the great city stands.\n\n       6\n  How beggarly appear arguments before a defiant deed!\n  How the floridness of the materials of cities shrivels before a\n      man’s or woman’s look!\n\n  All waits or goes by default till a strong being appears;\n  A strong being is the proof of the race and of the ability of the universe,\n  When he or she appears materials are overaw’d,\n  The dispute on the soul stops,\n  The old customs and phrases are confronted, turn’d back, or laid away.\n\n  What is your money-making now? what can it do now?\n  What is your respectability now?\n  What are your theology, tuition, society, traditions, statute-books, now?\n  Where are your jibes of being now?\n  Where are your cavils about the soul now?\n\n       7\n  A sterile landscape covers the ore, there is as good as the best for\n      all the forbidding appearance,\n  There is the mine, there are the miners,\n  The forge-furnace is there, the melt is accomplish’d, the hammersmen\n      are at hand with their tongs and hammers,\n  What always served and always serves is at hand.\n\n  Than this nothing has better served, it has served all,\n  Served the fluent-tongued and subtle-sensed Greek, and long ere the Greek,\n  Served in building the buildings that last longer than any,\n  Served the Hebrew, the Persian, the most ancient Hindustanee,\n  Served the mound-raiser on the Mississippi, served those whose\n      relics remain in Central America,\n  Served Albic temples in woods or on plains, with unhewn pillars and\n      the druids,\n  Served the artificial clefts, vast, high, silent, on the\n      snow-cover’d hills of Scandinavia,\n  Served those who time out of mind made on the granite walls rough\n      sketches of the sun, moon, stars, ships, ocean waves,\n  Served the paths of the irruptions of the Goths, served the pastoral\n      tribes and nomads,\n  Served the long distant Kelt, served the hardy pirates of the Baltic,\n  Served before any of those the venerable and harmless men of Ethiopia,\n  Served the making of helms for the galleys of pleasure and the\n      making of those for war,\n  Served all great works on land and all great works on the sea,\n  For the mediaeval ages and before the mediaeval ages,\n  Served not the living only then as now, but served the dead.\n\n       8\n  I see the European headsman,\n  He stands mask’d, clothed in red, with huge legs and strong naked arms,\n  And leans on a ponderous axe.\n\n  (Whom have you slaughter’d lately European headsman?\n  Whose is that blood upon you so wet and sticky?)\n\n  I see the clear sunsets of the martyrs,\n  I see from the scaffolds the descending ghosts,\n  Ghosts of dead lords, uncrown’d ladies, impeach’d ministers, rejected kings,\n  Rivals, traitors, poisoners, disgraced chieftains and the rest.\n\n  I see those who in any land have died for the good cause,\n  The seed is spare, nevertheless the crop shall never run out,\n  (Mind you O foreign kings, O priests, the crop shall never run out.)\n\n  I see the blood wash’d entirely away from the axe,\n  Both blade and helve are clean,\n  They spirt no more the blood of European nobles, they clasp no more\n      the necks of queens.\n\n  I see the headsman withdraw and become useless,\n  I see the scaffold untrodden and mouldy, I see no longer any axe upon it,\n\n  I see the mighty and friendly emblem of the power of my own race,\n      the newest, largest race.\n\n       9\n  (America! I do not vaunt my love for you,\n  I have what I have.)\n\n  The axe leaps!\n  The solid forest gives fluid utterances,\n  They tumble forth, they rise and form,\n  Hut, tent, landing, survey,\n  Flail, plough, pick, crowbar, spade,\n  Shingle, rail, prop, wainscot, lamb, lath, panel, gable,\n  Citadel, ceiling, saloon, academy, organ, exhibition-house, library,\n  Cornice, trellis, pilaster, balcony, window, turret, porch,\n  Hoe, rake, pitchfork, pencil, wagon, staff, saw, jack-plane, mallet,\n      wedge, rounce,\n  Chair, tub, hoop, table, wicket, vane, sash, floor,\n  Work-box, chest, string’d instrument, boat, frame, and what not,\n  Capitols of States, and capitol of the nation of States,\n  Long stately rows in avenues, hospitals for orphans or for the poor or sick,\n  Manhattan steamboats and clippers taking the measure of all seas.\n\n  The shapes arise!\n  Shapes of the using of axes anyhow, and the users and all that\n      neighbors them,\n  Cutters down of wood and haulers of it to the Penobscot or Kenebec,\n  Dwellers in cabins among the Californian mountains or by the little\n      lakes, or on the Columbia,\n  Dwellers south on the banks of the Gila or Rio Grande, friendly\n      gatherings, the characters and fun,\n  Dwellers along the St. Lawrence, or north in Kanada, or down by the\n      Yellowstone, dwellers on coasts and off coasts,\n  Seal-fishers, whalers, arctic seamen breaking passages through the ice.\n\n  The shapes arise!\n  Shapes of factories, arsenals, foundries, markets,\n  Shapes of the two-threaded tracks of railroads,\n  Shapes of the sleepers of bridges, vast frameworks, girders, arches,\n  Shapes of the fleets of barges, tows, lake and canal craft, river craft,\n  Ship-yards and dry-docks along the Eastern and Western seas, and in\n      many a bay and by-place,\n  The live-oak kelsons, the pine planks, the spars, the\n      hackmatack-roots for knees,\n  The ships themselves on their ways, the tiers of scaffolds, the\n      workmen busy outside and inside,\n  The tools lying around, the great auger and little auger, the adze,\n      bolt, line, square, gouge, and bead-plane.\n\n       10\n  The shapes arise!\n  The shape measur’d, saw’d, jack’d, join’d, stain’d,\n  The coffin-shape for the dead to lie within in his shroud,\n  The shape got out in posts, in the bedstead posts, in the posts of\n      the bride’s bed,\n  The shape of the little trough, the shape of the rockers beneath,\n      the shape of the babe’s cradle,\n  The shape of the floor-planks, the floor-planks for dancers’ feet,\n  The shape of the planks of the family home, the home of the friendly\n      parents and children,\n  The shape of the roof of the home of the happy young man and\n      woman, the roof over the well-married young man and woman,\n  The roof over the supper joyously cook’d by the chaste wife, and joyously\n      eaten by the chaste husband, content after his day’s work.\n\n  The shapes arise!\n  The shape of the prisoner’s place in the court-room, and of him or\n      her seated in the place,\n  The shape of the liquor-bar lean’d against by the young rum-drinker\n      and the old rum-drinker,\n  The shape of the shamed and angry stairs trod by sneaking foot- steps,\n  The shape of the sly settee, and the adulterous unwholesome couple,\n  The shape of the gambling-board with its devilish winnings and losings,\n  The shape of the step-ladder for the convicted and sentenced\n      murderer, the murderer with haggard face and pinion’d arms,\n  The sheriff at hand with his deputies, the silent and white-lipp’d\n      crowd, the dangling of the rope.\n\n  The shapes arise!\n  Shapes of doors giving many exits and entrances,\n  The door passing the dissever’d friend flush’d and in haste,\n  The door that admits good news and bad news,\n  The door whence the son left home confident and puff’d up,\n  The door he enter’d again from a long and scandalous absence,\n      diseas’d, broken down, without innocence, without means.\n\n       11\n  Her shape arises,\n  She less guarded than ever, yet more guarded than ever,\n  The gross and soil’d she moves among do not make her gross and soil’d,\n  She knows the thoughts as she passes, nothing is conceal’d from her,\n  She is none the less considerate or friendly therefor,\n  She is the best belov’d, it is without exception, she has no reason\n      to fear and she does not fear,\n  Oaths, quarrels, hiccupp’d songs, smutty expressions, are idle to\n      her as she passes,\n  She is silent, she is possess’d of herself, they do not offend her,\n  She receives them as the laws of Nature receive them, she is strong,\n  She too is a law of Nature—there is no law stronger than she is.\n\n       12\n  The main shapes arise!\n  Shapes of Democracy total, result of centuries,\n  Shapes ever projecting other shapes,\n  Shapes of turbulent manly cities,\n  Shapes of the friends and home-givers of the whole earth,\n  Shapes bracing the earth and 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0090","title":"Song of the Exposition","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  (Ah little recks the laborer,\n  How near his work is holding him to God,\n  The loving Laborer through space and time.)\n\n  After all not to create only, or found only,\n  But to bring perhaps from afar what is already founded,\n  To give it our own identity, average, limitless, free,\n  To fill the gross the torpid bulk with vital religious fire,\n  Not to repel or destroy so much as accept, fuse, rehabilitate,\n  To obey as well as command, to follow more than to lead,\n  These also are the lessons of our New World;\n  While how little the New after all, how much the Old, Old World!\n\n  Long and long has the grass been growing,\n  Long and long has the rain been falling,\n  Long has the globe been rolling round.\n\n       2\n  Come Muse migrate from Greece and Ionia,\n  Cross out please those immensely overpaid accounts,\n  That matter of Troy and Achilles’ wrath, and AEneas’, Odysseus’ wanderings,\n  Placard “Removed” and “To Let” on the rocks of your snowy Parnassus,\n  Repeat at Jerusalem, place the notice high on jaffa’s gate and on\n      Mount Moriah,\n  The same on the walls of your German, French and Spanish castles,\n      and Italian collections,\n  For know a better, fresher, busier sphere, a wide, untried domain\n      awaits, demands you.\n\n       3\n  Responsive to our summons,\n  Or rather to her long-nurs’d inclination,\n  Join’d with an irresistible, natural gravitation,\n  She comes! I hear the rustling of her gown,\n  I scent the odor of her breath’s delicious fragrance,\n  I mark her step divine, her curious eyes a-turning, rolling,\n  Upon this very scene.\n\n  The dame of dames! can I believe then,\n  Those ancient temples, sculptures classic, could none of them retain her?\n  Nor shades of Virgil and Dante, nor myriad memories, poems, old\n      associations, magnetize and hold on to her?\n  But that she’s left them all—and here?\n\n  Yes, if you will allow me to say so,\n  I, my friends, if you do not, can plainly see her,\n  The same undying soul of earth’s, activity’s, beauty’s, heroism’s\n      expression,\n  Out from her evolutions hither come, ended the strata of her former themes,\n  Hidden and cover’d by to-day’s, foundation of to-day’s,\n  Ended, deceas’d through time, her voice by Castaly’s fountain,\n  Silent the broken-lipp’d Sphynx in Egypt, silent all those century-\n      baffling tombs,\n  Ended for aye the epics of Asia’s, Europe’s helmeted warriors, ended\n      the primitive call of the muses,\n  Calliope’s call forever closed, Clio, Melpomene, Thalia dead,\n  Ended the stately rhythmus of Una and Oriana, ended the quest of the\n      holy Graal,\n  Jerusalem a handful of ashes blown by the wind, extinct,\n  The Crusaders’ streams of shadowy midnight troops sped with the sunrise,\n  Amadis, Tancred, utterly gone, Charlemagne, Roland, Oliver gone,\n  Palmerin, ogre, departed, vanish’d the turrets that Usk from its\n      waters reflected,\n  Arthur vanish’d with all his knights, Merlin and Lancelot and\n      Galahad, all gone, dissolv’d utterly like an exhalation;\n  Pass’d! pass’d! for us, forever pass’d, that once so mighty world,\n      now void, inanimate, phantom world,\n  Embroider’d, dazzling, foreign world, with all its gorgeous legends, myths,\n  Its kings and castles proud, its priests and warlike lords and\n      courtly dames,\n  Pass’d to its charnel vault, coffin’d with crown and armor on,\n  Blazon’d with Shakspere’s purple page,\n  And dirged by Tennyson’s sweet sad rhyme.\n\n  I say I see, my friends, if you do not, the illustrious emigre, (having it\n      is true in her day, although the same, changed, journey’d considerable,)\n  Making directly for this rendezvous, vigorously clearing a path for\n      herself, striding through the confusion,\n  By thud of machinery and shrill steam-whistle undismay’d,\n  Bluff’d not a bit by drain-pipe, gasometers, artificial fertilizers,\n  Smiling and pleas’d with palpable intent to stay,\n  She’s here, install’d amid the kitchen ware!\n\n       4\n  But hold—don’t I forget my manners?\n  To introduce the stranger, (what else indeed do I live to chant\n      for?) to thee Columbia;\n  In liberty’s name welcome immortal! clasp hands,\n  And ever henceforth sisters dear be both.\n\n  Fear not O Muse! truly new ways and days receive, surround you,\n  I candidly confess a queer, queer race, of novel fashion,\n  And yet the same old human race, the same within, without,\n  Faces and hearts the same, feelings the same, yearnings the same,\n  The same old love, beauty and use the same.\n\n       5\n  We do not blame thee elder World, nor really separate ourselves from thee,\n  (Would the son separate himself from the father?)\n  Looking back on thee, seeing thee to thy duties, grandeurs, through\n      past ages bending, building,\n  We build to ours to-day.\n\n  Mightier than Egypt’s tombs,\n  Fairer than Grecia’s, Roma’s temples,\n  Prouder than Milan’s statued, spired cathedral,\n  More picturesque than Rhenish castle-keeps,\n  We plan even now to raise, beyond them all,\n  Thy great cathedral sacred industry, no tomb,\n  A keep for life for practical invention.\n\n  As in a waking vision,\n  E’en while I chant I see it rise, I scan and prophesy outside and in,\n  Its manifold ensemble.\n\n  Around a palace, loftier, fairer, ampler than any yet,\n  Earth’s modern wonder, history’s seven outstripping,\n  High rising tier on tier with glass and iron facades,\n  Gladdening the sun and sky, enhued in cheerfulest hues,\n  Bronze, lilac, robin’s-egg, marine and crimson,\n  Over whose golden roof shall flaunt, beneath thy banner Freedom,\n  The banners of the States and flags of every land,\n  A brood of lofty, fair, but lesser palaces shall cluster.\n\n  Somewhere within their walls shall all that forwards perfect human\n      life be started,\n  Tried, taught, advanced, visibly exhibited.\n\n  Not only all the world of works, trade, products,\n  But all the workmen of the world here to be represented.\n\n  Here shall you trace in flowing operation,\n  In every state of practical, busy movement, the rills of civilization,\n  Materials here under your eye shall change their shape as if by magic,\n  The cotton shall be pick’d almost in the very field,\n  Shall be dried, clean’d, ginn’d, baled, spun into thread and cloth\n      before you,\n  You shall see hands at work at all the old processes and all the new ones,\n  You shall see the various grains and how flour is made and then\n      bread baked by the bakers,\n  You shall see the crude ores of California and Nevada passing on and\n      on till they become bullion,\n  You shall watch how the printer sets type, and learn what a\n      composing-stick is,\n  You shall mark in amazement the Hoe press whirling its cylinders,\n      shedding the printed leaves steady and fast,\n  The photograph, model, watch, pin, nail, shall be created before you.\n\n  In large calm halls, a stately museum shall teach you the infinite\n      lessons of minerals,\n  In another, woods, plants, vegetation shall be illustrated—in\n      another animals, animal life and development.\n\n  One stately house shall be the music house,\n  Others for other arts—learning, the sciences, shall all be here,\n  None shall be slighted, none but shall here be honor’d, help’d, exampled.\n\n       6\n  (This, this and these, America, shall be your pyramids and obelisks,\n  Your Alexandrian Pharos, gardens of Babylon,\n  Your temple at Olympia.)\n\n  The male and female many laboring not,\n  Shall ever here confront the laboring many,\n  With precious benefits to both, glory to all,\n  To thee America, and thee eternal Muse.\n\n  And here shall ye inhabit powerful Matrons!\n  In your vast state vaster than all the old,\n  Echoed through long, long centuries to come,\n  To sound of different, prouder songs, with stronger themes,\n  Practical, peaceful life, the people’s life, the People themselves,\n  Lifted, illumin’d, bathed in peace—elate, secure in peace.\n\n       7\n  Away with themes of war! away with war itself!\n  Hence from my shuddering sight to never more return that show of\n      blacken’d, mutilated corpses!\n  That hell unpent and raid of blood, fit for wild tigers or for\n      lop-tongued wolves, not reasoning men,\n  And in its stead speed industry’s campaigns,\n  With thy undaunted armies, engineering,\n  Thy pennants labor, loosen’d to the breeze,\n  Thy bugles sounding loud and clear.\n\n  Away with old romance!\n  Away with novels, plots and plays of foreign courts,\n  Away with love-verses sugar’d in rhyme, the intrigues, amours of idlers,\n  Fitted for only banquets of the night where dancers to late music slide,\n  The unhealthy pleasures, extravagant dissipations of the few,\n  With perfumes, heat and wine, beneath the dazzling chandeliers.\n\n  To you ye reverent sane sisters,\n  I raise a voice for far superber themes for poets and for art,\n  To exalt the present and the real,\n  To teach the average man the glory of his daily walk and trade,\n  To sing in songs how exercise and chemical life are never to be baffled,\n  To manual work for each and all, to plough, hoe, dig,\n  To plant and tend the tree, the berry, vegetables, flowers,\n  For every man to see to it that he really do something, for every woman too;\n  To use the hammer and the saw, (rip, or cross-cut,)\n  To cultivate a turn for carpentering, plastering, painting,\n  To work as tailor, tailoress, nurse, hostler, porter,\n  To invent a little, something ingenious, to aid the washing, cooking,\n      cleaning,\n  And hold it no disgrace to take a hand at them themselves.\n\n  I say I bring thee Muse to-day and here,\n  All occupations, duties broad and close,\n  Toil, healthy toil and sweat, endless, without cessation,\n  The old, old practical burdens, interests, joys,\n  The family, parentage, childhood, husband and wife,\n  The house-comforts, the house itself and all its belongings,\n  Food and its preservation, chemistry applied to it,\n  Whatever forms the average, strong, complete, sweet-blooded man or\n      woman, the perfect longeve personality,\n  And helps its present life to health and happiness, and shapes its soul,\n  For the eternal real life to come.\n\n  With latest connections, works, the inter-transportation of the world,\n  Steam-power, the great express lines, gas, petroleum,\n  These triumphs of our time, the Atlantic’s delicate cable,\n  The Pacific railroad, the Suez canal, the Mont Cenis and Gothard and\n      Hoosac tunnels, the Brooklyn bridge,\n  This earth all spann’d with iron rails, with lines of steamships\n      threading in every sea,\n  Our own rondure, the current globe I bring.\n\n       8\n  And thou America,\n  Thy offspring towering e’er so high, yet higher Thee above all towering,\n  With Victory on thy left, and at thy right hand Law;\n  Thou Union holding all, fusing, absorbing, tolerating all,\n  Thee, ever thee, I sing.\n\n  Thou, also thou, a World,\n  With all thy wide geographies, manifold, different, distant,\n  Rounded by thee in one—one common orbic language,\n  One common indivisible destiny for All.\n\n  And by the spells which ye vouchsafe to those your ministers in earnest,\n  I here personify and call my themes, to make them pass before ye.\n\n  Behold, America! (and thou, ineffable guest and sister!)\n  For thee come trooping up thy waters and thy lands;\n  Behold! thy fields and farms, thy far-off woods and mountains,\n  As in procession coming.\n\n  Behold, the sea itself,\n  And on its limitless, heaving breast, the ships;\n  See, where their white sails, bellying in the wind, speckle the\n      green and blue,\n  See, the steamers coming and going, steaming in or out of port,\n  See, dusky and undulating, the long pennants of smoke.\n\n  Behold, in Oregon, far in the north and west,\n  Or in Maine, far in the north and east, thy cheerful axemen,\n  Wielding all day their axes.\n\n  Behold, on the lakes, thy pilots at their wheels, thy oarsmen,\n  How the ash writhes under those muscular arms!\n\n  There by the furnace, and there by the anvil,\n  Behold thy sturdy blacksmiths swinging their sledges,\n  Overhand so steady, overhand they turn and fall with joyous clank,\n  Like a tumult of laughter.\n\n  Mark the spirit of invention everywhere, thy rapid patents,\n  Thy continual workshops, foundries, risen or rising,\n  See, from their chimneys how the tall flame-fires stream.\n\n  Mark, thy interminable farms, North, South,\n  Thy wealthy daughter-states, Eastern and Western,\n  The varied products of Ohio, Pennsylvania, Missouri, Georgia, Texas,\n      and the rest,\n  Thy limitless crops, grass, wheat, sugar, oil, corn, rice, hemp, hops,\n  Thy barns all fill’d, the endless freight-train and the bulging store-house,\n  The grapes that ripen on thy vines, the apples in thy orchards,\n  Thy incalculable lumber, beef, pork, potatoes, thy coal, thy gold\n      and silver,\n  The inexhaustible iron in thy mines.\n\n  All thine O sacred Union!\n  Ships, farms, shops, barns, factories, mines,\n  City and State, North, South, item and aggregate,\n  We dedicate, dread Mother, all to thee!\n\n  Protectress absolute, thou! bulwark of all!\n  For well we know that while thou givest each and all, (generous as God,)\n  Without thee neither all nor each, nor land, home,\n  Nor ship, nor mine, nor any here this day secure,\n  Nor aught, nor any day secure.\n\n       9\n  And thou, the Emblem waving over all!\n  Delicate beauty, a word to thee, (it may be salutary,)\n  Remember thou hast not always been as here to-day so comfortably\n      ensovereign’d,\n  In other scenes than these have I observ’d thee flag,\n  Not quite so trim and whole and freshly blooming in folds of\n      stainless silk,\n  But I have seen thee bunting, to tatters torn upon thy splinter’d staff,\n  Or clutch’d to some young color-bearer’s breast with desperate hands,\n  Savagely struggled for, for life or death, fought over long,\n  ’Mid cannons’ thunder-crash and many a curse and groan and yell, and\n      rifle-volleys cracking sharp,\n  And moving masses as wild demons surging, and lives as nothing risk’d,\n  For thy mere remnant grimed with dirt and smoke and sopp’d in blood,\n  For sake of that, my beauty, and that thou might’st dally as now\n      secure up there,\n  Many a good man have I seen go under.\n\n  Now here and these and hence in peace, all thine O Flag!\n  And here and hence for thee, O universal Muse! and thou for them!\n  And here and hence O Union, all the work and workmen thine!\n  None separate from thee—henceforth One only, we and thou,\n  (For the blood of the children, what is it, only the blood maternal?\n  And lives and works, what are they all at last, except the roads to\n      faith and death?)\n\n  While we rehearse our measureless wealth, it is for thee, dear Mother,\n  We own it all and several to-day indissoluble in thee;\n  Think not our chant, our show, merely for products gross or lucre—\n      it is for thee, the soul in thee, electric, spiritual!\n  Our farms, inventions, crops, we own in thee! cities and States in thee!\n  Our freedom all in thee! our very lives in thee!","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0090","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0090","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0091","title":"Song of the Redwood-Tree","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  A California song,\n  A prophecy and indirection, a thought impalpable to breathe as air,\n  A chorus of dryads, fading, departing, or hamadryads departing,\n  A murmuring, fateful, giant voice, out of the earth and sky,\n  Voice of a mighty dying tree in the redwood forest dense.\n\n  Farewell my brethren,\n  Farewell O earth and sky, farewell ye neighboring waters,\n  My time has ended, my term has come.\n\n  Along the northern coast,\n  Just back from the rock-bound shore and the caves,\n  In the saline air from the sea in the Mendocino country,\n  With the surge for base and accompaniment low and hoarse,\n  With crackling blows of axes sounding musically driven by strong arms,\n  Riven deep by the sharp tongues of the axes, there in the redwood\n      forest dense,\n  I heard the might tree its death-chant chanting.\n\n  The choppers heard not, the camp shanties echoed not,\n  The quick-ear’d teamsters and chain and jack-screw men heard not,\n  As the wood-spirits came from their haunts of a thousand years to\n      join the refrain,\n  But in my soul I plainly heard.\n\n  Murmuring out of its myriad leaves,\n  Down from its lofty top rising two hundred feet high,\n  Out of its stalwart trunk and limbs, out of its foot-thick bark,\n  That chant of the seasons and time, chant not of the past only but\n      the future.\n\n  You untold life of me,\n  And all you venerable and innocent joys,\n  Perennial hardy life of me with joys ’mid rain and many a summer sun,\n  And the white snows and night and the wild winds;\n  O the great patient rugged joys, my soul’s strong joys unreck’d by man,\n  (For know I bear the soul befitting me, I too have consciousness, identity,\n  And all the rocks and mountains have, and all the earth,)\n  Joys of the life befitting me and brothers mine,\n  Our time, our term has come.\n\n  Nor yield we mournfully majestic brothers,\n  We who have grandly fill’d our time,\n  With Nature’s calm content, with tacit huge delight,\n  We welcome what we wrought for through the past,\n  And leave the field for them.\n\n  For them predicted long,\n  For a superber race, they too to grandly fill their time,\n  For them we abdicate, in them ourselves ye forest kings.’\n  In them these skies and airs, these mountain peaks, Shasta, Nevadas,\n  These huge precipitous cliffs, this amplitude, these valleys, far Yosemite,\n  To be in them absorb’d, assimilated.\n\n  Then to a loftier strain,\n  Still prouder, more ecstatic rose the chant,\n  As if the heirs, the deities of the West,\n  Joining with master-tongue bore part.\n\n  Not wan from Asia’s fetiches,\n  Nor red from Europe’s old dynastic slaughter-house,\n  (Area of murder-plots of thrones, with scent left yet of wars and\n      scaffolds everywhere,\n  But come from Nature’s long and harmless throes, peacefully builded thence,\n  These virgin lands, lands of the Western shore,\n  To the new culminating man, to you, the empire new,\n  You promis’d long, we pledge, we dedicate.\n\n  You occult deep volitions,\n  You average spiritual manhood, purpose of all, pois’d on yourself,\n      giving not taking law,\n  You womanhood divine, mistress and source of all, whence life and\n      love and aught that comes from life and love,\n  You unseen moral essence of all the vast materials of America, age\n      upon age working in death the same as life,)\n  You that, sometimes known, oftener unknown, really shape and mould\n      the New World, adjusting it to Time and Space,\n  You hidden national will lying in your abysms, conceal’d but ever alert,\n  You past and present purposes tenaciously pursued, may-be\n      unconscious of yourselves,\n  Unswerv’d by all the passing errors, perturbations of the surface;\n  You vital, universal, deathless germs, beneath all creeds, arts,\n      statutes, literatures,\n  Here build your homes for good, establish here, these areas entire,\n      lands of the Western shore,\n  We pledge, we dedicate to you.\n\n  For man of you, your characteristic race,\n  Here may he hardy, sweet, gigantic grow, here tower proportionate to Nature,\n  Here climb the vast pure spaces unconfined, uncheck’d by wall or roof,\n  Here laugh with storm or sun, here joy, here patiently inure,\n  Here heed himself, unfold himself, (not others’ formulas heed,)\n  here fill his time,\n  To duly fall, to aid, unreck’d at last,\n  To disappear, to serve.\n\n  Thus on the northern coast,\n  In the echo of teamsters’ calls and the clinking chains, and the\n      music of choppers’ axes,\n  The falling trunk and limbs, the crash, the muffled shriek, the groan,\n  Such words combined from the redwood-tree, as of voices ecstatic,\n      ancient and rustling,\n  The century-lasting, unseen dryads, singing, withdrawing,\n  All their recesses of forests and mountains leaving,\n  From the Cascade range to the Wahsatch, or Idaho far, or Utah,\n  To the deities of the modern henceforth yielding,\n  The chorus and indications, the vistas of coming humanity, the\n      settlements, features all,\n  In the Mendocino woods I caught.\n\n       2\n  The flashing and golden pageant of California,\n  The sudden and gorgeous drama, the sunny and ample lands,\n  The long and varied stretch from Puget sound to Colorado south,\n  Lands bathed in sweeter, rarer, healthier air, valleys and mountain cliffs,\n  The fields of Nature long prepared and fallow, the silent, cyclic chemistry,\n  The slow and steady ages plodding, the unoccupied surface ripening,\n      the rich ores forming beneath;\n  At last the New arriving, assuming, taking possession,\n  A swarming and busy race settling and organizing everywhere,\n  Ships coming in from the whole round world, and going out to the\n      whole world,\n  To India and China and Australia and the thousand island paradises\n      of the Pacific,\n  Populous cities, the latest inventions, the steamers on the rivers,\n      the railroads, with many a thrifty farm, with machinery,\n  And wool and wheat and the grape, and diggings of yellow gold.\n\n       3\n  But more in you than these, lands of the Western shore,\n  (These but the means, the implements, the standing-ground,)\n  I see in you, certain to come, the promise of thousands of years,\n      till now deferr’d,\n  Promis’d to be fulfill’d, our common kind, the race.\n\n  The new society at last, proportionate to Nature,\n  In man of you, more than your mountain peaks or stalwart trees imperial,\n  In woman more, far more, than all your gold or vines, or even vital air.\n\n  Fresh come, to a new world indeed, yet long prepared,\n  I see the genius of the modern, child of the real and ideal,\n  Clearing the ground for broad humanity, the true America, heir of\n      the past so grand,\n  To build a grander future.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0091","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0091","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0092","title":"A Song for Occupations","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  A song for occupations!\n  In the labor of engines and trades and the labor of fields I find\n      the developments,\n  And find the eternal meanings.\n\n  Workmen and Workwomen!\n  Were all educations practical and ornamental well display’d out of\n      me, what would it amount to?\n  Were I as the head teacher, charitable proprietor, wise statesman,\n      what would it amount to?\n  Were I to you as the boss employing and paying you, would that satisfy you?\n\n  The learn’d, virtuous, benevolent, and the usual terms,\n  A man like me and never the usual terms.\n\n  Neither a servant nor a master I,\n  I take no sooner a large price than a small price, I will have my\n      own whoever enjoys me,\n  I will be even with you and you shall be even with me.\n\n  If you stand at work in a shop I stand as nigh as the nighest in the\n      same shop,\n  If you bestow gifts on your brother or dearest friend I demand as\n      good as your brother or dearest friend,\n  If your lover, husband, wife, is welcome by day or night, I must be\n      personally as welcome,\n  If you become degraded, criminal, ill, then I become so for your sake,\n  If you remember your foolish and outlaw’d deeds, do you think I\n      cannot remember my own foolish and outlaw’d deeds?\n  If you carouse at the table I carouse at the opposite side of the table,\n  If you meet some stranger in the streets and love him or her, why\n      I often meet strangers in the street and love them.\n\n  Why what have you thought of yourself?\n  Is it you then that thought yourself less?\n  Is it you that thought the President greater than you?\n  Or the rich better off than you? or the educated wiser than you?\n\n  (Because you are greasy or pimpled, or were once drunk, or a thief,\n  Or that you are diseas’d, or rheumatic, or a prostitute,\n  Or from frivolity or impotence, or that you are no scholar and never\n      saw your name in print,\n  Do you give in that you are any less immortal?)\n\n       2\n  Souls of men and women! it is not you I call unseen, unheard,\n      untouchable and untouching,\n  It is not you I go argue pro and con about, and to settle whether\n      you are alive or no,\n  I own publicly who you are, if nobody else owns.\n\n  Grown, half-grown and babe, of this country and every country,\n      in-doors and out-doors, one just as much as the other, I see,\n  And all else behind or through them.\n\n  The wife, and she is not one jot less than the husband,\n  The daughter, and she is just as good as the son,\n  The mother, and she is every bit as much as the father.\n\n  Offspring of ignorant and poor, boys apprenticed to trades,\n  Young fellows working on farms and old fellows working on farms,\n  Sailor-men, merchant-men, coasters, immigrants,\n  All these I see, but nigher and farther the same I see,\n  None shall escape me and none shall wish to escape me.\n\n  I bring what you much need yet always have,\n  Not money, amours, dress, eating, erudition, but as good,\n  I send no agent or medium, offer no representative of value, but\n      offer the value itself.\n\n  There is something that comes to one now and perpetually,\n  It is not what is printed, preach’d, discussed, it eludes discussion\n      and print,\n  It is not to be put in a book, it is not in this book,\n  It is for you whoever you are, it is no farther from you than your\n      hearing and sight are from you,\n  It is hinted by nearest, commonest, readiest, it is ever provoked by them.\n\n  You may read in many languages, yet read nothing about it,\n  You may read the President’s message and read nothing about it there,\n  Nothing in the reports from the State department or Treasury\n      department, or in the daily papers or weekly papers,\n  Or in the census or revenue returns, prices current, or any accounts\n      of stock.\n\n       3\n  The sun and stars that float in the open air,\n  The apple-shaped earth and we upon it, surely the drift of them is\n      something grand,\n  I do not know what it is except that it is grand, and that it is happiness,\n  And that the enclosing purport of us here is not a speculation or\n      bon-mot or reconnoissance,\n  And that it is not something which by luck may turn out well for us,\n      and without luck must be a failure for us,\n  And not something which may yet be retracted in a certain contingency.\n\n  The light and shade, the curious sense of body and identity, the\n      greed that with perfect complaisance devours all things,\n  The endless pride and outstretching of man, unspeakable joys and sorrows,\n  The wonder every one sees in every one else he sees, and the wonders\n      that fill each minute of time forever,\n  What have you reckon’d them for, camerado?\n  Have you reckon’d them for your trade or farm-work? or for the\n      profits of your store?\n  Or to achieve yourself a position? or to fill a gentleman’s leisure,\n      or a lady’s leisure?\n\n  Have you reckon’d that the landscape took substance and form that it\n      might be painted in a picture?\n  Or men and women that they might be written of, and songs sung?\n  Or the attraction of gravity, and the great laws and harmonious combinations\n      and the fluids of the air, as subjects for the savans?\n  Or the brown land and the blue sea for maps and charts?\n  Or the stars to be put in constellations and named fancy names?\n  Or that the growth of seeds is for agricultural tables, or\n      agriculture itself?\n\n  Old institutions, these arts, libraries, legends, collections, and\n      the practice handed along in manufactures, will we rate them so high?\n  Will we rate our cash and business high? I have no objection,\n  I rate them as high as the highest—then a child born of a woman and\n      man I rate beyond all rate.\n\n  We thought our Union grand, and our Constitution grand,\n  I do not say they are not grand and good, for they are,\n  I am this day just as much in love with them as you,\n  Then I am in love with You, and with all my fellows upon the earth.\n\n  We consider bibles and religions divine—I do not say they are not divine,\n  I say they have all grown out of you, and may grow out of you still,\n  It is not they who give the life, it is you who give the life,\n  Leaves are not more shed from the trees, or trees from the earth,\n      than they are shed out of you.\n\n       4\n  The sum of all known reverence I add up in you whoever you are,\n  The President is there in the White House for you, it is not you who\n      are here for him,\n  The Secretaries act in their bureaus for you, not you here for them,\n  The Congress convenes every Twelfth-month for you,\n  Laws, courts, the forming of States, the charters of cities, the\n      going and coming of commerce and malls, are all for you.\n\n  List close my scholars dear,\n  Doctrines, politics and civilization exurge from you,\n  Sculpture and monuments and any thing inscribed anywhere are tallied in you,\n  The gist of histories and statistics as far back as the records\n      reach is in you this hour, and myths and tales the same,\n  If you were not breathing and walking here, where would they all be?\n  The most renown’d poems would be ashes, orations and plays would\n      be vacuums.\n\n  All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it,\n  (Did you think it was in the white or gray stone? or the lines of\n      the arches and cornices?)\n\n  All music is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments,\n  It is not the violins and the cornets, it is not the oboe nor the\n      beating drums, nor the score of the baritone singer singing his\n      sweet romanza, nor that of the men’s chorus, nor that of the\n      women’s chorus,\n  It is nearer and farther than they.\n\n       5\n  Will the whole come back then?\n  Can each see signs of the best by a look in the looking-glass? is\n      there nothing greater or more?\n  Does all sit there with you, with the mystic unseen soul?\n\n  Strange and hard that paradox true I give,\n  Objects gross and the unseen soul are one.\n\n  House-building, measuring, sawing the boards,\n  Blacksmithing, glass-blowing, nail-making, coopering, tin-roofing,\n      shingle-dressing,\n  Ship-joining, dock-building, fish-curing, flagging of sidewalks by flaggers,\n  The pump, the pile-driver, the great derrick, the coal-kiln and brickkiln,\n  Coal-mines and all that is down there, the lamps in the darkness,\n      echoes, songs, what meditations, what vast native thoughts\n      looking through smutch’d faces,\n  Iron-works, forge-fires in the mountains or by river-banks, men\n      around feeling the melt with huge crowbars, lumps of ore, the\n      due combining of ore, limestone, coal,\n  The blast-furnace and the puddling-furnace, the loup-lump at the\n      bottom of the melt at last, the rolling-mill, the stumpy bars\n      of pig-iron, the strong clean-shaped Trail for railroads,\n  Oil-works, silk-works, white-lead-works, the sugar-house,\n      steam-saws, the great mills and factories,\n  Stone-cutting, shapely trimmings for facades or window or door-lintels,\n      the mallet, the tooth-chisel, the jib to protect the thumb,\n  The calking-iron, the kettle of boiling vault-cement, and the fire\n      under the kettle,\n  The cotton-bale, the stevedore’s hook, the saw and buck of the\n      sawyer, the mould of the moulder, the working-knife of the\n      butcher, the ice-saw, and all the work with ice,\n  The work and tools of the rigger, grappler, sail-maker, block-maker,\n  Goods of gutta-percha, papier-mache, colors, brushes, brush-making,\n      glazier’s implements,\n  The veneer and glue-pot, the confectioner’s ornaments, the decanter\n      and glasses, the shears and flat-iron,\n  The awl and knee-strap, the pint measure and quart measure, the\n      counter and stool, the writing-pen of quill or metal, the making\n      of all sorts of edged tools,\n  The brewery, brewing, the malt, the vats, every thing that is done\n      by brewers, wine-makers, vinegar-makers,\n  Leather-dressing, coach-making, boiler-making, rope-twisting,\n      distilling, sign-painting, lime-burning, cotton-picking,\n      electroplating, electrotyping, stereotyping,\n  Stave-machines, planing-machines, reaping-machines,\n      ploughing-machines, thrashing-machines, steam wagons,\n  The cart of the carman, the omnibus, the ponderous dray,\n  Pyrotechny, letting off color’d fireworks at night, fancy figures and jets;\n  Beef on the butcher’s stall, the slaughter-house of the butcher, the\n      butcher in his killing-clothes,\n  The pens of live pork, the killing-hammer, the hog-hook, the\n      scalder’s tub, gutting, the cutter’s cleaver, the packer’s maul,\n      and the plenteous winterwork of pork-packing,\n  Flour-works, grinding of wheat, rye, maize, rice, the barrels and\n      the half and quarter barrels, the loaded barges, the high piles\n      on wharves and levees,\n  The men and the work of the men on ferries, railroads, coasters,\n      fish-boats, canals;\n  The hourly routine of your own or any man’s life, the shop, yard,\n      store, or factory,\n  These shows all near you by day and night—workman! whoever you\n      are, your daily life!\n\n  In that and them the heft of the heaviest—in that and them far more\n      than you estimated, (and far less also,)\n  In them realities for you and me, in them poems for you and me,\n  In them, not yourself-you and your soul enclose all things,\n      regardless of estimation,\n  In them the development good—in them all themes, hints, possibilities.\n\n  I do not affirm that what you see beyond is futile, I do not advise\n      you to stop,\n  I do not say leadings you thought great are not great,\n  But I say that none lead to greater than these lead to.\n\n       6\n  Will you seek afar off? you surely come back at last,\n  In things best known to you finding the best, or as good as the best,\n  In folks nearest to you finding the sweetest, strongest, lovingest,\n  Happiness, knowledge, not in another place but this place, not for\n      another hour but this hour,\n  Man in the first you see or touch, always in friend, brother,\n      nighest neighbor—woman in mother, sister, wife,\n  The popular tastes and employments taking precedence in poems or anywhere,\n  You workwomen and workmen of these States having your own divine\n      and strong life,\n  And all else giving place to men and women like you.\n  When the psalm sings instead of the singer,\n\n  When the script preaches instead of the preacher,\n  When the pulpit descends and goes instead of the carver that carved\n      the supporting desk,\n  When I can touch the body of books by night or by day, and when they\n      touch my body back again,\n  When a university course convinces like a slumbering woman and child\n      convince,\n  When the minted gold in the vault smiles like the night-watchman’s daughter,\n  When warrantee deeds loafe in chairs opposite and are my friendly\n      companions,\n  I intend to reach them my hand, and make as much of them as I do\n      of men and women like you.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0092","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0092","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0093","title":"A Song of the Rolling Earth","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  A song of the rolling earth, and of words according,\n  Were you thinking that those were the words, those upright lines?\n      those curves, angles, dots?\n  No, those are not the words, the substantial words are in the ground\n      and sea,\n  They are in the air, they are in you.\n\n  Were you thinking that those were the words, those delicious sounds\n      out of your friends’ mouths?\n  No, the real words are more delicious than they.\n\n  Human bodies are words, myriads of words,\n  (In the best poems re-appears the body, man’s or woman’s,\n      well-shaped, natural, gay,\n  Every part able, active, receptive, without shame or the need of shame.)\n\n  Air, soil, water, fire—those are words,\n  I myself am a word with them—my qualities interpenetrate with\n      theirs—my name is nothing to them,\n  Though it were told in the three thousand languages, what would\n      air, soil, water, fire, know of my name?\n\n  A healthy presence, a friendly or commanding gesture, are words,\n      sayings, meanings,\n  The charms that go with the mere looks of some men and women,\n      are sayings and meanings also.\n\n  The workmanship of souls is by those inaudible words of the earth,\n  The masters know the earth’s words and use them more than audible words.\n\n  Amelioration is one of the earth’s words,\n  The earth neither lags nor hastens,\n  It has all attributes, growths, effects, latent in itself from the jump,\n  It is not half beautiful only, defects and excrescences show just as\n      much as perfections show.\n\n  The earth does not withhold, it is generous enough,\n  The truths of the earth continually wait, they are not so conceal’d either,\n  They are calm, subtle, untransmissible by print,\n  They are imbued through all things conveying themselves willingly,\n  Conveying a sentiment and invitation, I utter and utter,\n  I speak not, yet if you hear me not of what avail am I to you?\n  To bear, to better, lacking these of what avail am I?\n\n  (Accouche! accouchez!\n  Will you rot your own fruit in yourself there?\n  Will you squat and stifle there?)\n\n  The earth does not argue,\n  Is not pathetic, has no arrangements,\n  Does not scream, haste, persuade, threaten, promise,\n  Makes no discriminations, has no conceivable failures,\n  Closes nothing, refuses nothing, shuts none out,\n  Of all the powers, objects, states, it notifies, shuts none out.\n\n  The earth does not exhibit itself nor refuse to exhibit itself,\n      possesses still underneath,\n  Underneath the ostensible sounds, the august chorus of heroes, the\n      wail of slaves,\n  Persuasions of lovers, curses, gasps of the dying, laughter of young\n      people, accents of bargainers,\n  Underneath these possessing words that never fall.\n\n  To her children the words of the eloquent dumb great mother never fail,\n  The true words do not fail, for motion does not fail and reflection\n      does not fall,\n  Also the day and night do not fall, and the voyage we pursue does not fall.\n\n  Of the interminable sisters,\n  Of the ceaseless cotillons of sisters,\n  Of the centripetal and centrifugal sisters, the elder and younger sisters,\n  The beautiful sister we know dances on with the rest.\n\n  With her ample back towards every beholder,\n  With the fascinations of youth and the equal fascinations of age,\n  Sits she whom I too love like the rest, sits undisturb’d,\n  Holding up in her hand what has the character of a mirror, while her\n      eyes glance back from it,\n  Glance as she sits, inviting none, denying none,\n  Holding a mirror day and night tirelessly before her own face.\n\n  Seen at hand or seen at a distance,\n  Duly the twenty-four appear in public every day,\n  Duly approach and pass with their companions or a companion,\n  Looking from no countenances of their own, but from the countenances\n      of those who are with them,\n  From the countenances of children or women or the manly countenance,\n  From the open countenances of animals or from inanimate things,\n  From the landscape or waters or from the exquisite apparition of the sky,\n  From our countenances, mine and yours, faithfully returning them,\n  Every day in public appearing without fall, but never twice with the\n      same companions.\n\n  Embracing man, embracing all, proceed the three hundred and\n      sixty-five resistlessly round the sun;\n  Embracing all, soothing, supporting, follow close three hundred and\n      sixty-five offsets of the first, sure and necessary as they.\n\n  Tumbling on steadily, nothing dreading,\n  Sunshine, storm, cold, heat, forever withstanding, passing, carrying,\n  The soul’s realization and determination still inheriting,\n  The fluid vacuum around and ahead still entering and dividing,\n  No balk retarding, no anchor anchoring, on no rock striking,\n  Swift, glad, content, unbereav’d, nothing losing,\n  Of all able and ready at any time to give strict account,\n  The divine ship sails the divine sea.\n\n       2\n  Whoever you are! motion and reflection are especially for you,\n  The divine ship sails the divine sea for you.\n\n  Whoever you are! you are he or she for whom the earth is solid and liquid,\n  You are he or she for whom the sun and moon hang in the sky,\n  For none more than you are the present and the past,\n  For none more than you is immortality.\n\n  Each man to himself and each woman to herself, is the word of the\n      past and present, and the true word of immortality;\n  No one can acquire for another—not one,\n  Not one can grow for another—not one.\n\n  The song is to the singer, and comes back most to him,\n  The teaching is to the teacher, and comes back most to him,\n  The murder is to the murderer, and comes back most to him,\n  The theft is to the thief, and comes back most to him,\n  The love is to the lover, and comes back most to him,\n  The gift is to the giver, and comes back most to him—it cannot fail,\n  The oration is to the orator, the acting is to the actor and actress\n      not to the audience,\n  And no man understands any greatness or goodness but his own, or\n      the indication of his own.\n\n       3\n  I swear the earth shall surely be complete to him or her who shall\n      be complete,\n  The earth remains jagged and broken only to him or her who remains\n      jagged and broken.\n\n  I swear there is no greatness or power that does not emulate those\n      of the earth,\n  There can be no theory of any account unless it corroborate the\n      theory of the earth,\n  No politics, song, religion, behavior, or what not, is of account,\n      unless it compare with the amplitude of the earth,\n  Unless it face the exactness, vitality, impartiality, rectitude of\n      the earth.\n\n  I swear I begin to see love with sweeter spasms than that which\n      responds love,\n  It is that which contains itself, which never invites and never refuses.\n\n  I swear I begin to see little or nothing in audible words,\n  All merges toward the presentation of the unspoken meanings of the earth,\n  Toward him who sings the songs of the body and of the truths of the earth,\n  Toward him who makes the dictionaries of words that print cannot touch.\n\n  I swear I see what is better than to tell the best,\n  It is always to leave the best untold.\n\n  When I undertake to tell the best I find I cannot,\n  My tongue is ineffectual on its pivots,\n  My breath will not be obedient to its organs,\n  I become a dumb man.\n\n  The best of the earth cannot be told anyhow, all or any is best,\n  It is not what you anticipated, it is cheaper, easier, nearer,\n  Things are not dismiss’d from the places they held before,\n  The earth is just as positive and direct as it was before,\n  Facts, religions, improvements, politics, trades, are as real as before,\n  But the soul is also real, it too is positive and direct,\n  No reasoning, no proof has establish’d it,\n  Undeniable growth has establish’d it.\n\n       4\n  These to echo the tones of souls and the phrases of souls,\n  (If they did not echo the phrases of souls what were they then?\n  If they had not reference to you in especial what were they then?)\n\n  I swear I will never henceforth have to do with the faith that tells\n      the best,\n  I will have to do only with that faith that leaves the best untold.\n\n  Say on, sayers! sing on, singers!\n  Delve! mould! pile the words of the earth!\n  Work on, age after age, nothing is to be lost,\n  It may have to wait long, but it will certainly come in use,\n  When the materials are all prepared and ready, the architects shall appear.\n\n  I swear to you the architects shall appear without fall,\n  I swear to you they will understand you and justify you,\n  The greatest among them shall be he who best knows you, and encloses\n      all and is faithful to all,\n  He and the rest shall not forget you, they shall perceive that you\n      are not an iota less than they,\n  You shall be fully glorified in them.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0093","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0093","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0094","title":"Youth, Day, Old Age and Night","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Youth, large, lusty, loving—youth full of grace, force, fascination,\n  Do you know that Old Age may come after you with equal grace,\n      force, fascination?\n\n  Day full-blown and splendid-day of the immense sun, action,\n      ambition, laughter,\n  The Night follows close with millions of suns, and sleep and\n      restoring darkness.","themes":["time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0094","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0094","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. The source is the expanded lifetime collection, not the 1855 first edition.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"a921ce6b501f39acdbbb58ab87a74f79670af3a11e759d0f0d456a1e5d063570","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0095","title":"BIRDS OF PASSAGE","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  Come said the Muse,\n  Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted,\n  Sing me the universal.\n\n  In this broad earth of ours,\n  Amid the measureless grossness and the slag,\n  Enclosed and safe within its central heart,\n  Nestles the seed perfection.\n\n  By every life a share or more or less,\n  None born but it is born, conceal’d or unconceal’d the seed is waiting.\n\n       2\n  Lo! keen-eyed towering science,\n  As from tall peaks the modern overlooking,\n  Successive absolute fiats issuing.\n\n  Yet again, lo! the soul, above all science,\n  For it has history gather’d like husks around the globe,\n  For it the entire star-myriads roll through the sky.\n\n  In spiral routes by long detours,\n  (As a much-tacking ship upon the sea,)\n  For it the partial to the permanent flowing,\n  For it the real to the ideal tends.\n\n  For it the mystic evolution,\n  Not the right only justified, what we call evil also justified.\n\n  Forth from their masks, no matter what,\n  From the huge festering trunk, from craft and guile and tears,\n  Health to emerge and joy, joy universal.\n\n  Out of the bulk, the morbid and the shallow,\n  Out of the bad majority, the varied countless frauds of men and states,\n  Electric, antiseptic yet, cleaving, suffusing all,\n  Only the good is universal.\n\n       3\n  Over the mountain-growths disease and sorrow,\n  An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,\n  High in the purer, happier air.\n\n  From imperfection’s murkiest cloud,\n  Darts always forth one ray of perfect light,\n  One flash of heaven’s glory.\n\n  To fashion’s, custom’s discord,\n  To the mad Babel-din, the deafening orgies,\n  Soothing each lull a strain is heard, just heard,\n  From some far shore the final chorus sounding.\n\n  O the blest eyes, the happy hearts,\n  That see, that know the guiding thread so fine,\n  Along the mighty labyrinth.\n\n       4\n  And thou America,\n  For the scheme’s culmination, its thought and its reality,\n  For these (not for thyself) thou hast arrived.\n\n  Thou too surroundest all,\n  Embracing carrying welcoming all, thou too by pathways broad and new,\n  To the ideal tendest.\n\n  The measure’d faiths of other lands, the grandeurs of the past,\n  Are not for thee, but grandeurs of thine own,\n  Deific faiths and amplitudes, absorbing, comprehending all,\n  All eligible to all.\n\n  All, all for immortality,\n  Love like the light silently wrapping all,\n  Nature’s amelioration blessing all,\n  The blossoms, fruits of ages, orchards divine and certain,\n  Forms, objects, growths, humanities, to spiritual images ripening.\n\n  Give me O God to sing that thought,\n  Give me, give him or her I love this quenchless faith,\n  In Thy ensemble, whatever else withheld withhold not from us,\n  Belief in plan of Thee enclosed in Time and Space,\n  Health, peace, salvation universal.\n\n  Is it a dream?\n  Nay but the lack of it the dream,\n  And failing it life’s lore and wealth a dream,\n  And all the world a dream.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0095","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0095","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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O pioneers!\n\n       For we cannot tarry here,\n  We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,\n  We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend,\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!\n\n       O you youths, Western youths,\n  So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship,\n  Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost,\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!\n\n       Have the elder races halted?\n  Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the seas?\n  We take up the task eternal, and the burden and the lesson,\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!\n\n       All the past we leave behind,\n  We debouch upon a newer mightier world, varied world,\n  Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march,\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!\n\n       We detachments steady throwing,\n  Down the edges, through the passes, up the mountains steep,\n  Conquering, holding, daring, venturing as we go the unknown ways,\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!\n\n       We primeval forests felling,\n  We the rivers stemming, vexing we and piercing deep the mines within,\n  We the surface broad surveying, we the virgin soil upheaving,\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!\n\n       Colorado men are we,\n  From the peaks gigantic, from the great sierras and the high plateaus,\n  From the mine and from the gully, from the hunting trail we come,\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!\n\n       From Nebraska, from Arkansas,\n  Central inland race are we, from Missouri, with the continental\n       blood intervein’d,\n  All the hands of comrades clasping, all the Southern, all the Northern,\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!\n\n       O resistless restless race!\n  O beloved race in all! O my breast aches with tender love for all!\n  O I mourn and yet exult, I am rapt with love for all,\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!\n\n       Raise the mighty mother mistress,\n  Waving high the delicate mistress, over all the starry mistress,\n       (bend your heads all,)\n  Raise the fang’d and warlike mistress, stern, impassive, weapon’d mistress,\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!\n\n       See my children, resolute children,\n  By those swarms upon our rear we must never yield or falter,\n  Ages back in ghostly millions frowning there behind us urging,\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!\n\n       On and on the compact ranks,\n  With accessions ever waiting, with the places of the dead quickly fill’d,\n  Through the battle, through defeat, moving yet and never stopping,\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!\n\n       O to die advancing on!\n  Are there some of us to droop and die? has the hour come?\n  Then upon the march we fittest die, soon and sure the gap is fill’d.\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!\n\n       All the pulses of the world,\n  Falling in they beat for us, with the Western movement beat,\n  Holding single or together, steady moving to the front, all for us,\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!\n\n       Life’s involv’d and varied pageants,\n  All the forms and shows, all the workmen at their work,\n  All the seamen and the landsmen, all the masters with their slaves,\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!\n\n      All the hapless silent lovers,\n  All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked,\n  All the joyous, all the sorrowing, all the living, all the dying,\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!\n\n      I too with my soul and body,\n  We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way,\n  Through these shores amid the shadows, with the apparitions pressing,\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!\n\n      Lo, the darting bowling orb!\n  Lo, the brother orbs around, all the clustering suns and planets,\n  All the dazzling days, all the mystic nights with dreams,\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!\n\n      These are of us, they are with us,\n  All for primal needed work, while the followers there in embryo wait behind,\n  We to-day’s procession heading, we the route for travel clearing,\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!\n\n  O you daughters of the West!\n  O you young and elder daughters! O you mothers and you wives!\n  Never must you be divided, in our ranks you move united,\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!\n\n       Minstrels latent on the prairies!\n  (Shrouded bards of other lands, you may rest, you have done your work,)\n  Soon I hear you coming warbling, soon you rise and tramp amid us,\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!\n\n       Not for delectations sweet,\n  Not the cushion and the slipper, not the peaceful and the studious,\n  Not the riches safe and palling, not for us the tame enjoyment,\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!\n\n       Do the feasters gluttonous feast?\n  Do the corpulent sleepers sleep? have they lock’d and bolted doors?\n  Still be ours the diet hard, and the blanket on the ground,\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!\n\n       Has the night descended?\n  Was the road of late so toilsome? did we stop discouraged nodding\n       on our way?\n  Yet a passing hour I yield you in your tracks to pause oblivious,\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!\n\n       Till with sound of trumpet,\n  Far, far off the daybreak call—hark! how loud and clear I hear it wind,\n  Swift! to the head of the army!—swift! spring to your places,\n       Pioneers! O pioneers!","themes":["love","nature","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0096","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0096","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. The source is the expanded lifetime collection, not the 1855 first edition.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"d55d84cb6e380adc63ee8f153d4d21d96befb565c6e28b148ef0392dcd8b4e4b","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0097","title":"To You","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams,\n  I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands,\n  Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners,\n      troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you,\n  Your true soul and body appear before me.\n  They stand forth out of affairs, out of commerce, shops, work,\n      farms, clothes, the house, buying, selling, eating, drinking,\n      suffering, dying.\n\n  Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem,\n  I whisper with my lips close to your ear.\n  I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.\n\n  O I have been dilatory and dumb,\n  I should have made my way straight to you long ago,\n  I should have blabb’d nothing but you, I should have chanted nothing\n      but you.\n\n  I will leave all and come and make the hymns of you,\n  None has understood you, but I understand you,\n  None has done justice to you, you have not done justice to yourself,\n  None but has found you imperfect, I only find no imperfection in you,\n  None but would subordinate you, I only am he who will never consent\n      to subordinate you,\n  I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God,\n      beyond what waits intrinsically in yourself.\n\n  Painters have painted their swarming groups and the centre-figure of all,\n  From the head of the centre-figure spreading a nimbus of gold-color’d light,\n  But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its nimbus\n      of gold-color’d light,\n  From my hand from the brain of every man and woman it streams,\n      effulgently flowing forever.\n\n  O I could sing such grandeurs and glories about you!\n  You have not known what you are, you have slumber’d upon yourself\n      all your life,\n  Your eyelids have been the same as closed most of the time,\n  What you have done returns already in mockeries,\n  (Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in\n      mockeries, what is their return?)\n\n  The mockeries are not you,\n  Underneath them and within them I see you lurk,\n  I pursue you where none else has pursued you,\n  Silence, the desk, the flippant expression, the night, the\n      accustom’d routine, if these conceal you from others or from\n      yourself, they do not conceal you from me,\n  The shaved face, the unsteady eye, the impure complexion, if these\n      balk others they do not balk me,\n  The pert apparel, the deform’d attitude, drunkenness, greed,\n      premature death, all these I part aside.\n\n  There is no endowment in man or woman that is not tallied in you,\n  There is no virtue, no beauty in man or woman, but as good is in you,\n  No pluck, no endurance in others, but as good is in you,\n  No pleasure waiting for others, but an equal pleasure waits for you.\n\n  As for me, I give nothing to any one except I give the like carefully\n      to you,\n  I sing the songs of the glory of none, not God, sooner than I sing\n      the songs of the glory of you.\n\n  Whoever you are! claim your own at any hazard!\n  These shows of the East and West are tame compared to you,\n  These immense meadows, these interminable rivers, you are immense\n      and interminable as they,\n  These furies, elements, storms, motions of Nature, throes of apparent\n      dissolution, you are he or she who is master or mistress over them,\n  Master or mistress in your own right over Nature, elements, pain,\n      passion, dissolution.\n\n  The hopples fall from your ankles, you find an unfailing sufficiency,\n  Old or young, male or female, rude, low, rejected by the rest,\n      whatever you are promulges itself,\n  Through birth, life, death, burial, the means are provided, nothing\n      is scanted,\n  Through angers, losses, ambition, ignorance, ennui, what you are\n      picks its way.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0097","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0097","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0098","title":"France [the 18th Year of these States","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A great year and place\n  A harsh discordant natal scream out-sounding, to touch the mother’s\n      heart closer than any yet.\n\n  I walk’d the shores of my Eastern sea,\n  Heard over the waves the little voice,\n  Saw the divine infant where she woke mournfully wailing, amid the\n      roar of cannon, curses, shouts, crash of falling buildings,\n  Was not so sick from the blood in the gutters running, nor from the single\n      corpses, nor those in heaps, nor those borne away in the tumbrils,\n  Was not so desperate at the battues of death—was not so shock’d at\n      the repeated fusillades of the guns.\n\n  Pale, silent, stern, what could I say to that long-accrued retribution?\n  Could I wish humanity different?\n  Could I wish the people made of wood and stone?\n  Or that there be no justice in destiny or time?\n\n  O Liberty! O mate for me!\n  Here too the blaze, the grape-shot and the axe, in reserve, to fetch\n      them out in case of need,\n  Here too, though long represt, can never be destroy’d,\n  Here too could rise at last murdering and ecstatic,\n  Here too demanding full arrears of vengeance.\n\n  Hence I sign this salute over the sea,\n  And I do not deny that terrible red birth and baptism,\n  But remember the little voice that I heard wailing, and wait with\n      perfect trust, no matter how long,\n  And from to-day sad and cogent I maintain the bequeath’d cause, as\n      for all lands,\n  And I send these words to Paris with my love,\n  And I guess some chansonniers there will understand them,\n  For I guess there is latent music yet in France, floods of it,\n  O I hear already the bustle of instruments, they will soon be\n      drowning all that would interrupt them,\n  O I think the east wind brings a triumphal and free march,\n  It reaches hither, it swells me to Joyful madness,\n  I will run transpose it in words, to justify\n  I will yet sing a song for you ma femme.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0098","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0098","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0099","title":"Myself and Mine","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Myself and mine gymnastic ever,\n  To stand the cold or heat, to take good aim with a gun, to sail a\n      boat, to manage horses, to beget superb children,\n  To speak readily and clearly, to feel at home among common people,\n  And to hold our own in terrible positions on land and sea.\n\n  Not for an embroiderer,\n  (There will always be plenty of embroiderers, I welcome them also,)\n  But for the fibre of things and for inherent men and women.\n\n  Not to chisel ornaments,\n  But to chisel with free stroke the heads and limbs of plenteous\n      supreme Gods, that the States may realize them walking and talking.\n\n  Let me have my own way,\n  Let others promulge the laws, I will make no account of the laws,\n  Let others praise eminent men and hold up peace, I hold up agitation\n      and conflict,\n  I praise no eminent man, I rebuke to his face the one that was\n      thought most worthy.\n\n  (Who are you? and what are you secretly guilty of all your life?\n  Will you turn aside all your life? will you grub and chatter all\n      your life?\n  And who are you, blabbing by rote, years, pages, languages, reminiscences,\n  Unwitting to-day that you do not know how to speak properly a single word?)\n\n  Let others finish specimens, I never finish specimens,\n  I start them by exhaustless laws as Nature does, fresh and modern\n      continually.\n\n  I give nothing as duties,\n  What others give as duties I give as living impulses,\n  (Shall I give the heart’s action as a duty?)\n\n  Let others dispose of questions, I dispose of nothing, I arouse\n      unanswerable questions,\n  Who are they I see and touch, and what about them?\n  What about these likes of myself that draw me so close by tender\n      directions and indirections?\n\n  I call to the world to distrust the accounts of my friends, but\n      listen to my enemies, as I myself do,\n  I charge you forever reject those who would expound me, for I cannot\n      expound myself,\n  I charge that there be no theory or school founded out of me,\n  I charge you to leave all free, as I have left all free.\n\n  After me, vista!\n  O I see life is not short, but immeasurably long,\n  I henceforth tread the world chaste, temperate, an early riser, a\n      steady grower,\n  Every hour the semen of centuries, and still of centuries.\n\n  I must follow up these continual lessons of the air, water, earth,\n  I perceive I have no time to lose.","themes":["love","time","friendship","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0099","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0099","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0100","title":"Year of Meteors [1859-60","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Year of meteors! brooding year!\n  I would bind in words retrospective some of your deeds and signs,\n  I would sing your contest for the 19th Presidentiad,\n  I would sing how an old man, tall, with white hair, mounted the\n      scaffold in Virginia,\n  (I was at hand, silent I stood with teeth shut close, I watch’d,\n  I stood very near you old man when cool and indifferent, but trembling\n      with age and your unheal’d wounds you mounted the scaffold;)\n  I would sing in my copious song your census returns of the States,\n  The tables of population and products, I would sing of your ships\n      and their cargoes,\n  The proud black ships of Manhattan arriving, some fill’d with\n      immigrants, some from the isthmus with cargoes of gold,\n  Songs thereof would I sing, to all that hitherward comes would welcome give,\n  And you would I sing, fair stripling! welcome to you from me, young\n      prince of England!\n  (Remember you surging Manhattan’s crowds as you pass’d with your\n      cortege of nobles?\n  There in the crowds stood I, and singled you out with attachment;)\n  Nor forget I to sing of the wonder, the ship as she swam up my bay,\n  Well-shaped and stately the Great Eastern swam up my bay, she was\n      600 feet long,\n  Her moving swiftly surrounded by myriads of small craft I forget not\n      to sing;\n  Nor the comet that came unannounced out of the north flaring in heaven,\n  Nor the strange huge meteor-procession dazzling and clear shooting\n      over our heads,\n  (A moment, a moment long it sail’d its balls of unearthly light over\n      our heads,\n  Then departed, dropt in the night, and was gone;)\n  Of such, and fitful as they, I sing—with gleams from them would\n      gleam and patch these chants,\n  Your chants, O year all mottled with evil and good—year of forebodings!\n  Year of comets and meteors transient and strange—lo! even here one\n      equally transient and strange!\n  As I flit through you hastily, soon to fall and be gone, what is this chant,\n  What am I myself but one of your meteors?","themes":["time","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0100","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0100","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0101","title":"With Antecedents","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  With antecedents,\n  With my fathers and mothers and the accumulations of past ages,\n  With all which, had it not been, I would not now be here, as I am,\n  With Egypt, India, Phenicia, Greece and Rome,\n  With the Kelt, the Scandinavian, the Alb and the Saxon,\n  With antique maritime ventures, laws, artisanship, wars and journeys,\n  With the poet, the skald, the saga, the myth, and the oracle,\n  With the sale of slaves, with enthusiasts, with the troubadour, the\n      crusader, and the monk,\n  With those old continents whence we have come to this new continent,\n  With the fading kingdoms and kings over there,\n  With the fading religions and priests,\n  With the small shores we look back to from our own large and present shores,\n  With countless years drawing themselves onward and arrived at these years,\n  You and me arrived—America arrived and making this year,\n  This year! sending itself ahead countless years to come.\n\n       2\n  O but it is not the years—it is I, it is You,\n  We touch all laws and tally all antecedents,\n  We are the skald, the oracle, the monk and the knight, we easily\n      include them and more,\n  We stand amid time beginningless and endless, we stand amid evil and good,\n  All swings around us, there is as much darkness as light,\n  The very sun swings itself and its system of planets around us,\n  Its sun, and its again, all swing around us.\n\n  As for me, (torn, stormy, amid these vehement days,)\n  I have the idea of all, and am all and believe in all,\n  I believe materialism is true and spiritualism is true, I reject no part.\n\n  (Have I forgotten any part? any thing in the past?\n  Come to me whoever and whatever, till I give you recognition.)\n\n  I respect Assyria, China, Teutonia, and the Hebrews,\n  I adopt each theory, myth, god, and demigod,\n  I see that the old accounts, bibles, genealogies, are true, without\n      exception,\n  I assert that all past days were what they must have been,\n  And that they could no-how have been better than they were,\n  And that to-day is what it must be, and that America is,\n  And that to-day and America could no-how be better than they are.\n\n       3\n  In the name of these States and in your and my name, the Past,\n  And in the name of these States and in your and my name, the Present time.\n\n  I know that the past was great and the future will be great,\n  And I know that both curiously conjoint in the present time,\n  (For the sake of him I typify, for the common average man’s sake,\n      your sake if you are he,)\n  And that where I am or you are this present day, there is the centre\n      of all days, all races,\n  And there is the meaning to us of all that has ever come of races\n      and days, or ever will come.","themes":["time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0101","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0101","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0102","title":"A Broadway Pageant","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  Over the Western sea hither from Niphon come,\n  Courteous, the swart-cheek’d two-sworded envoys,\n  Leaning back in their open barouches, bare-headed, impassive,\n  Ride to-day through Manhattan.\n\n  Libertad! I do not know whether others behold what I behold,\n  In the procession along with the nobles of Niphon, the errand-bearers,\n  Bringing up the rear, hovering above, around, or in the ranks marching,\n  But I will sing you a song of what I behold Libertad.\n\n  When million-footed Manhattan unpent descends to her pavements,\n  When the thunder-cracking guns arouse me with the proud roar love,\n  When the round-mouth’d guns out of the smoke and smell I love\n      spit their salutes,\n  When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me, and\n      heaven-clouds canopy my city with a delicate thin haze,\n  When gorgeous the countless straight stems, the forests at the\n      wharves, thicken with colors,\n  When every ship richly drest carries her flag at the peak,\n  When pennants trail and street-festoons hang from the windows,\n  When Broadway is entirely given up to foot-passengers and\n      foot-standers, when the mass is densest,\n  When the facades of the houses are alive with people, when eyes\n      gaze riveted tens of thousands at a time,\n  When the guests from the islands advance, when the pageant moves\n      forward visible,\n  When the summons is made, when the answer that waited thousands\n      of years answers,\n  I too arising, answering, descend to the pavements, merge with the\n      crowd, and gaze with them.\n\n       2\n  Superb-faced Manhattan!\n  Comrade Americanos! to us, then at last the Orient comes.\n  To us, my city,\n  Where our tall-topt marble and iron beauties range on opposite\n      sides, to walk in the space between,\n  To-day our Antipodes comes.\n\n  The Originatress comes,\n  The nest of languages, the bequeather of poems, the race of eld,\n  Florid with blood, pensive, rapt with musings, hot with passion,\n  Sultry with perfume, with ample and flowing garments,\n  With sunburnt visage, with intense soul and glittering eyes,\n  The race of Brahma comes.\n\n  See my cantabile! these and more are flashing to us from the procession,\n  As it moves changing, a kaleidoscope divine it moves changing before us.\n\nFor not the envoys nor the tann’d Japanee from his island only,\n  Lithe and silent the Hindoo appears, the Asiatic continent itself\n      appears, the past, the dead,\n  The murky night-morning of wonder and fable inscrutable,\n  The envelop’d mysteries, the old and unknown hive-bees,\n  The north, the sweltering south, eastern Assyria, the Hebrews, the\n      ancient of ancients,\n  Vast desolated cities, the gliding present, all of these and more\n      are in the pageant-procession.\n\n  Geography, the world, is in it,\n  The Great Sea, the brood of islands, Polynesia, the coast beyond,\n  The coast you henceforth are facing—you Libertad! from your Western\n      golden shores,\n  The countries there with their populations, the millions en-masse\n      are curiously here,\n  The swarming market-places, the temples with idols ranged along the\n      sides or at the end, bonze, brahmin, and llama,\n  Mandarin, farmer, merchant, mechanic, and fisherman,\n  The singing-girl and the dancing-girl, the ecstatic persons, the\n      secluded emperors,\n  Confucius himself, the great poets and heroes, the warriors, the castes,\n      all,\n  Trooping up, crowding from all directions, from the Altay mountains,\n  From Thibet, from the four winding and far-flowing rivers of China,\n  From the southern peninsulas and the demi-continental islands, from\n      Malaysia,\n  These and whatever belongs to them palpable show forth to me, and\n      are seiz’d by me,\n  And I am seiz’d by them, and friendlily held by them,\n  Till as here them all I chant, Libertad! for themselves and for you.\n\n  For I too raising my voice join the ranks of this pageant,\n  I am the chanter, I chant aloud over the pageant,\n  I chant the world on my Western sea,\n  I chant copious the islands beyond, thick as stars in the sky,\n  I chant the new empire grander than any before, as in a vision it\n      comes to me,\n  I chant America the mistress, I chant a greater supremacy,\n  I chant projected a thousand blooming cities yet in time on those\n      groups of sea-islands,\n  My sail-ships and steam-ships threading the archipelagoes,\n  My stars and stripes fluttering in the wind,\n  Commerce opening, the sleep of ages having done its work, races\n      reborn, refresh’d,\n  Lives, works resumed—the object I know not—but the old, the Asiatic\n      renew’d as it must be,\n  Commencing from this day surrounded by the world.\n\n       3\n  And you Libertad of the world!\n  You shall sit in the middle well-pois’d thousands and thousands of years,\n  As to-day from one side the nobles of Asia come to you,\n  As to-morrow from the other side the queen of England sends her\n      eldest son to you.\n\n  The sign is reversing, the orb is enclosed,\n  The ring is circled, the journey is done,\n  The box-lid is but perceptibly open’d, nevertheless the perfume\n      pours copiously out of the whole box.\n\n  Young Libertad! with the venerable Asia, the all-mother,\n  Be considerate with her now and ever hot Libertad, for you are all,\n  Bend your proud neck to the long-off mother now sending messages\n      over the archipelagoes to you,\n  Bend your proud neck low for once, young Libertad.\n\n  Here the children straying westward so long? so wide the tramping?\n  Were the precedent dim ages debouching westward from Paradise so long?\n  Were the centuries steadily footing it that way, all the while\n      unknown, for you, for reasons?\n\n  They are justified, they are accomplish’d, they shall now be turn’d\n      the other way also, to travel toward you thence,\n  They shall now also march obediently eastward for your sake Libertad.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0102","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0102","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0103","title":"SEA-DRIFT","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,\n  Out of the mocking-bird’s throat, the musical shuttle,\n  Out of the Ninth-month midnight,\n  Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child\n      leaving his bed wander’d alone, bareheaded, barefoot,\n  Down from the shower’d halo,\n  Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as if they\n      were alive,\n  Out from the patches of briers and blackberries,\n  From the memories of the bird that chanted to me,\n  From your memories sad brother, from the fitful risings and fallings I heard,\n  From under that yellow half-moon late-risen and swollen as if with tears,\n  From those beginning notes of yearning and love there in the mist,\n  From the thousand responses of my heart never to cease,\n  From the myriad thence-arous’d words,\n  From the word stronger and more delicious than any,\n  From such as now they start the scene revisiting,\n  As a flock, twittering, rising, or overhead passing,\n  Borne hither, ere all eludes me, hurriedly,\n  A man, yet by these tears a little boy again,\n  Throwing myself on the sand, confronting the waves,\n  I, chanter of pains and joys, uniter of here and hereafter,\n  Taking all hints to use them, but swiftly leaping beyond them,\n  A reminiscence sing.\n\n  Once Paumanok,\n  When the lilac-scent was in the air and Fifth-month grass was growing,\n  Up this seashore in some briers,\n  Two feather’d guests from Alabama, two together,\n  And their nest, and four light-green eggs spotted with brown,\n  And every day the he-bird to and fro near at hand,\n  And every day the she-bird crouch’d on her nest, silent, with bright eyes,\n  And every day I, a curious boy, never too close, never disturbing\n  them,\n  Cautiously peering, absorbing, translating.\n\n  Shine! shine! shine!\n  Pour down your warmth, great sun.’\n  While we bask, we two together.\n\n  Two together!\n  Winds blow south, or winds blow north,\n  Day come white, or night come black,\n  Home, or rivers and mountains from home,\n  Singing all time, minding no time,\n  While we two keep together.\n\n  Till of a sudden,\n  May-be kill’d, unknown to her mate,\n  One forenoon the she-bird crouch’d not on the nest,\n  Nor return’d that afternoon, nor the next,\n  Nor ever appear’d again.\n\n  And thenceforward all summer in the sound of the sea,\n  And at night under the full of the moon in calmer weather,\n  Over the hoarse surging of the sea,\n  Or flitting from brier to brier by day,\n  I saw, I heard at intervals the remaining one, the he-bird,\n  The solitary guest from Alabama.\n\n  Blow! blow! blow!\n  Blow up sea-winds along Paumanok’s shore;\n  I wait and I wait till you blow my mate to me.\n\n  Yes, when the stars glisten’d,\n  All night long on the prong of a moss-scallop’d stake,\n  Down almost amid the slapping waves,\n  Sat the lone singer wonderful causing tears.\n\n  He call’d on his mate,\n  He pour’d forth the meanings which I of all men know.\n\n  Yes my brother I know,\n  The rest might not, but I have treasur’d every note,\n  For more than once dimly down to the beach gliding,\n  Silent, avoiding the moonbeams, blending myself with the shadows,\n  Recalling now the obscure shapes, the echoes, the sounds and sights\n      after their sorts,\n  The white arms out in the breakers tirelessly tossing,\n  I, with bare feet, a child, the wind wafting my hair,\n  Listen’d long and long.\n\n  Listen’d to keep, to sing, now translating the notes,\n  Following you my brother.\n\n  Soothe! soothe! soothe!\n  Close on its wave soothes the wave behind,\n  And again another behind embracing and lapping, every one close,\n  But my love soothes not me, not me.\n\n  Low hangs the moon, it rose late,\n  It is lagging—O I think it is heavy with love, with love.\n\n  O madly the sea pushes upon the land,\n  With love, with love.\n\n  O night! do I not see my love fluttering out among the breakers?\n  What is that little black thing I see there in the white?\n\n  Loud! loud! loud!\n  Loud I call to you, my love!\n  High and clear I shoot my voice over the waves,\n  Surely you must know who is here, is here,\n  You must know who I am, my love.\n\n  Low-hanging moon!\n  What is that dusky spot in your brown yellow?\n  O it is the shape, the shape of my mate.’\n  O moon do not keep her from me any longer.\n\n  Land! land! O land!\n  Whichever way I turn, O I think you could give me my mate back again\n      if you only would,\n  For I am almost sure I see her dimly whichever way I look.\n\n  O rising stars!\n  Perhaps the one I want so much will rise, will rise with some of you.\n\n  O throat! O trembling throat!\n  Sound clearer through the atmosphere!\n  Pierce the woods, the earth,\n  Somewhere listening to catch you must be the one I want.\n\n  Shake out carols!\n  Solitary here, the night’s carols!\n  Carols of lonesome love! death’s carols!\n  Carols under that lagging, yellow, waning moon!\n  O under that moon where she droops almost down into the sea!\n  O reckless despairing carols.\n\n  But soft! sink low!\n  Soft! let me just murmur,\n  And do you wait a moment you husky-nois’d sea,\n  For somewhere I believe I heard my mate responding to me,\n  So faint, I must be still, be still to listen,\n  But not altogether still, for then she might not come immediately to me.\n\n  Hither my love!\n  Here I am! here!\n  With this just-sustain’d note I announce myself to you,\n  This gentle call is for you my love, for you.\n\n  Do not be decoy’d elsewhere,\n  That is the whistle of the wind, it is not my voice,\n  That is the fluttering, the fluttering of the spray,\n  Those are the shadows of leaves.\n\n  O darkness! O in vain!\n  O I am very sick and sorrowful\n\n  O brown halo in the sky near the moon, drooping upon the sea!\n  O troubled reflection in the sea!\n  O throat! O throbbing heart!\n  And I singing uselessly, uselessly all the night.\n\n  O past! O happy life! O songs of joy!\n  In the air, in the woods, over fields,\n  Loved! loved! loved! loved! loved!\n  But my mate no more, no more with me!\n  We two together no more.\n\n  The aria sinking,\n  All else continuing, the stars shining,\n  The winds blowing, the notes of the bird continuous echoing,\n  With angry moans the fierce old mother incessantly moaning,\n  On the sands of Paumanok’s shore gray and rustling,\n  The yellow half-moon enlarged, sagging down, drooping, the face of\n      the sea almost touching,\n  The boy ecstatic, with his bare feet the waves, with his hair the\n      atmosphere dallying,\n  The love in the heart long pent, now loose, now at last tumultuously\n      bursting,\n  The aria’s meaning, the ears, the soul, swiftly depositing,\n  The strange tears down the cheeks coursing,\n  The colloquy there, the trio, each uttering,\n  The undertone, the savage old mother incessantly crying,\n  To the boy’s soul’s questions sullenly timing, some drown’d secret hissing,\n  To the outsetting bard.\n\n  Demon or bird! (said the boy’s soul,)\n  Is it indeed toward your mate you sing? or is it really to me?\n  For I, that was a child, my tongue’s use sleeping, now I have heard you,\n  Now in a moment I know what I am for, I awake,\n  And already a thousand singers, a thousand songs, clearer, louder\n      and more sorrowful than yours,\n  A thousand warbling echoes have started to life within me, never to die.\n\n  O you singer solitary, singing by yourself, projecting me,\n  O solitary me listening, never more shall I cease perpetuating you,\n  Never more shall I escape, never more the reverberations,\n  Never more the cries of unsatisfied love be absent from me,\n  Never again leave me to be the peaceful child I was before what\n      there in the night,\n  By the sea under the yellow and sagging moon,\n  The messenger there arous’d, the fire, the sweet hell within,\n  The unknown want, the destiny of me.\n\n  O give me the clue! (it lurks in the night here somewhere,)\n  O if I am to have so much, let me have more!\n\n  A word then, (for I will conquer it,)\n  The word final, superior to all,\n  Subtle, sent up—what is it?—I listen;\n  Are you whispering it, and have been all the time, you sea-waves?\n  Is that it from your liquid rims and wet sands?\n\n  Whereto answering, the sea,\n  Delaying not, hurrying not,\n  Whisper’d me through the night, and very plainly before daybreak,\n  Lisp’d to me the low and delicious word death,\n  And again death, death, death, death\n  Hissing melodious, neither like the bird nor like my arous’d child’s heart,\n  But edging near as privately for me rustling at my feet,\n  Creeping thence steadily up to my ears and laving me softly all over,\n  Death, death, death, death, death.\n\n  Which I do not forget.\n  But fuse the song of my dusky demon and brother,\n  That he sang to me in the moonlight on Paumanok’s gray beach,\n  With the thousand responsive songs at random,\n  My own songs awaked from that hour,\n  And with them the key, the word up from the waves,\n  The word of the sweetest song and all songs,\n  That strong and delicious word which, creeping to my feet,\n  (Or like some old crone rocking the cradle, swathed in sweet\n      garments, bending aside,)\n  The sea whisper’d me.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0103","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0103","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0104","title":"As I Ebb’d with the Ocean of Life","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  As I ebb’d with the ocean of life,\n  As I wended the shores I know,\n  As I walk’d where the ripples continually wash you Paumanok,\n  Where they rustle up hoarse and sibilant,\n  Where the fierce old mother endlessly cries for her castaways,\n  I musing late in the autumn day, gazing off southward,\n  Held by this electric self out of the pride of which I utter poems,\n  Was seiz’d by the spirit that trails in the lines underfoot,\n  The rim, the sediment that stands for all the water and all the land\n      of the globe.\n\n  Fascinated, my eyes reverting from the south, dropt, to follow those\n      slender windrows,\n  Chaff, straw, splinters of wood, weeds, and the sea-gluten,\n  Scum, scales from shining rocks, leaves of salt-lettuce, left by the tide,\n  Miles walking, the sound of breaking waves the other side of me,\n  Paumanok there and then as I thought the old thought of likenesses,\n  These you presented to me you fish-shaped island,\n  As I wended the shores I know,\n  As I walk’d with that electric self seeking types.\n\n       2\n  As I wend to the shores I know not,\n  As I list to the dirge, the voices of men and women wreck’d,\n  As I inhale the impalpable breezes that set in upon me,\n  As the ocean so mysterious rolls toward me closer and closer,\n  I too but signify at the utmost a little wash’d-up drift,\n  A few sands and dead leaves to gather,\n  Gather, and merge myself as part of the sands and drift.\n\n  O baffled, balk’d, bent to the very earth,\n  Oppress’d with myself that I have dared to open my mouth,\n  Aware now that amid all that blab whose echoes recoil upon me I have\n      not once had the least idea who or what I am,\n  But that before all my arrogant poems the real Me stands yet\n      untouch’d, untold, altogether unreach’d,\n  Withdrawn far, mocking me with mock-congratulatory signs and bows,\n  With peals of distant ironical laughter at every word I have written,\n  Pointing in silence to these songs, and then to the sand beneath.\n\n  I perceive I have not really understood any thing, not a single\n      object, and that no man ever can,\n  Nature here in sight of the sea taking advantage of me to dart upon\n      me and sting me,\n  Because I have dared to open my mouth to sing at all.\n\n       3\n  You oceans both, I close with you,\n  We murmur alike reproachfully rolling sands and drift, knowing not why,\n  These little shreds indeed standing for you and me and all.\n\n  You friable shore with trails of debris,\n  You fish-shaped island, I take what is underfoot,\n  What is yours is mine my father.\n\n  I too Paumanok,\n  I too have bubbled up, floated the measureless float, and been\n      wash’d on your shores,\n  I too am but a trail of drift and debris,\n  I too leave little wrecks upon you, you fish-shaped island.\n\n  I throw myself upon your breast my father,\n  I cling to you so that you cannot unloose me,\n  I hold you so firm till you answer me something.\n\n  Kiss me my father,\n  Touch me with your lips as I touch those I love,\n  Breathe to me while I hold you close the secret of the murmuring I envy.\n\n       4\n  Ebb, ocean of life, (the flow will return,)\n  Cease not your moaning you fierce old mother,\n  Endlessly cry for your castaways, but fear not, deny not me,\n  Rustle not up so hoarse and angry against my feet as I touch you or\n      gather from you.\n\n  I mean tenderly by you and all,\n  I gather for myself and for this phantom looking down where we lead,\n      and following me and mine.\n\n  Me and mine, loose windrows, little corpses,\n  Froth, snowy white, and bubbles,\n  (See, from my dead lips the ooze exuding at last,\n  See, the prismatic colors glistening and rolling,)\n  Tufts of straw, sands, fragments,\n  Buoy’d hither from many moods, one contradicting another,\n  From the storm, the long calm, the darkness, the swell,\n  Musing, pondering, a breath, a briny tear, a dab of liquid or soil,\n  Up just as much out of fathomless workings fermented and thrown,\n  A limp blossom or two, torn, just as much over waves floating,\n      drifted at random,\n  Just as much for us that sobbing dirge of Nature,\n  Just as much whence we come that blare of the cloud-trumpets,\n  We, capricious, brought hither we know not whence, spread out before you,\n  You up there walking or sitting,\n  Whoever you are, we too lie in drifts at your feet.","themes":["love","nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0104","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0104","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0105","title":"Tears","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Tears! tears! tears!\n  In the night, in solitude, tears,\n  On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck’d in by the sand,\n  Tears, not a star shining, all dark and desolate,\n  Moist tears from the eyes of a muffled head;\n  O who is that ghost? that form in the dark, with tears?\n  What shapeless lump is that, bent, crouch’d there on the sand?\n  Streaming tears, sobbing tears, throes, choked with wild cries;\n  O storm, embodied, rising, careering with swift steps along the beach!\n  O wild and dismal night storm, with wind—O belching and desperate!\n  O shade so sedate and decorous by day, with calm countenance and\n      regulated pace,\n  But away at night as you fly, none looking—O then the unloosen’d ocean,\n  Of tears! tears! tears!","themes":["grief","loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0105","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0105","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. The source is the expanded lifetime collection, not the 1855 first edition.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"8aefa66eb7a7cab5e2438e2a506d153a78e36fef6fa9b1f742edf94b47038dac","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0106","title":"To the Man-of-War-Bird","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Thou who hast slept all night upon the storm,\n  Waking renew’d on thy prodigious pinions,\n  (Burst the wild storm? above it thou ascended’st,\n  And rested on the sky, thy slave that cradled thee,)\n  Now a blue point, far, far in heaven floating,\n  As to the light emerging here on deck I watch thee,\n  (Myself a speck, a point on the world’s floating vast.)\n\n  Far, far at sea,\n  After the night’s fierce drifts have strewn the shore with wrecks,\n  With re-appearing day as now so happy and serene,\n  The rosy and elastic dawn, the flashing sun,\n  The limpid spread of air cerulean,\n  Thou also re-appearest.\n\n  Thou born to match the gale, (thou art all wings,)\n  To cope with heaven and earth and sea and hurricane,\n  Thou ship of air that never furl’st thy sails,\n  Days, even weeks untired and onward, through spaces, realms gyrating,\n  At dusk that lookist on Senegal, at morn America,\n  That sport’st amid the lightning-flash and thunder-cloud,\n  In them, in thy experiences, had’st thou my soul,\n  What joys! what joys were thine!","themes":["hope","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0106","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0106","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0107","title":"Aboard at a Ship’s Helm","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Aboard at a ship’s helm,\n  A young steersman steering with care.\n\n  Through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing,\n  An ocean-bell—O a warning bell, rock’d by the waves.\n\n  O you give good notice indeed, you bell by the sea-reefs ringing,\n  Ringing, ringing, to warn the ship from its wreck-place.\n\n  For as on the alert O steersman, you mind the loud admonition,\n  The bows turn, the freighted ship tacking speeds away under her gray sails,\n  The beautiful and noble ship with all her precious wealth speeds\n      away gayly and safe.\n\n  But O the ship, the immortal ship! O ship aboard the ship!\n  Ship of the body, ship of the soul, voyaging, voyaging, voyaging.","themes":["spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0107","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0107","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. The source is the expanded lifetime collection, not the 1855 first edition.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"4c5810d86964b34085379175da0ad27eae2c2613e10b3c9b70a5d53724592018","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0108","title":"On the Beach at Night","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"On the beach at night,\n  Stands a child with her father,\n  Watching the east, the autumn sky.\n\n  Up through the darkness,\n  While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading,\n  Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky,\n  Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east,\n  Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter,\n  And nigh at hand, only a very little above,\n  Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades.\n\n  From the beach the child holding the hand of her father,\n  Those burial-clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all,\n  Watching, silently weeps.\n\n  Weep not, child,\n  Weep not, my darling,\n  With these kisses let me remove your tears,\n  The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious,\n  They shall not long possess the sky, they devour the stars only in\n      apparition,\n  Jupiter shall emerge, be patient, watch again another night, the\n      Pleiades shall emerge,\n  They are immortal, all those stars both silvery and golden shall\n      shine out again,\n  The great stars and the little ones shall shine out again, they endure,\n  The vast immortal suns and the long-enduring pensive moons shall\n      again shine.\n\n  Then dearest child mournest thou only for jupiter?\n  Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars?\n\n  Something there is,\n  (With my lips soothing thee, adding I whisper,\n  I give thee the first suggestion, the problem and indirection,)\n  Something there is more immortal even than the stars,\n  (Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing away,)\n  Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter\n  Longer than sun or any revolving satellite,\n  Or the radiant sisters the Pleiades.","themes":["nature","grief","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0108","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0108","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0109","title":"The World below the Brine","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The world below the brine,\n  Forests at the bottom of the sea, the branches and leaves,\n  Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers and seeds, the thick\n      tangle openings, and pink turf,\n  Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white, and gold, the\n      play of light through the water,\n  Dumb swimmers there among the rocks, coral, gluten, grass, rushes,\n      and the aliment of the swimmers,\n  Sluggish existences grazing there suspended, or slowly crawling\n      close to the bottom,\n  The sperm-whale at the surface blowing air and spray, or disporting\n      with his flukes,\n  The leaden-eyed shark, the walrus, the turtle, the hairy\n      sea-leopard, and the sting-ray,\n  Passions there, wars, pursuits, tribes, sight in those ocean-depths,\n      breathing that thick-breathing air, as so many do,\n  The change thence to the sight here, and to the subtle air breathed\n      by beings like us who walk this sphere,\n  The change onward from ours to that of beings who walk other spheres.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0109","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0109","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0110","title":"On the Beach at Night Alone","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"On the beach at night alone,\n  As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song,\n  As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef\n      of the universes and of the future.\n\n  A vast similitude interlocks all,\n  All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets,\n  All distances of place however wide,\n  All distances of time, all inanimate forms,\n  All souls, all living bodies though they be ever so different, or in\n      different worlds,\n  All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the fishes, the brutes,\n  All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages,\n  All identities that have existed or may exist on this globe, or any globe,\n  All lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future,\n  This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann’d,\n  And shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose them.","themes":["time","loneliness","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0110","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0110","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0111","title":"Song for All Seas, All Ships","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  To-day a rude brief recitative,\n  Of ships sailing the seas, each with its special flag or ship-signal,\n  Of unnamed heroes in the ships—of waves spreading and spreading\n      far as the eye can reach,\n  Of dashing spray, and the winds piping and blowing,\n  And out of these a chant for the sailors of all nations,\n  Fitful, like a surge.\n\n  Of sea-captains young or old, and the mates, and of all intrepid sailors,\n  Of the few, very choice, taciturn, whom fate can never surprise nor\n      death dismay.\n  Pick’d sparingly without noise by thee old ocean, chosen by thee,\n  Thou sea that pickest and cullest the race in time, and unitest nations,\n  Suckled by thee, old husky nurse, embodying thee,\n  Indomitable, untamed as thee.\n\n  (Ever the heroes on water or on land, by ones or twos appearing,\n  Ever the stock preserv’d and never lost, though rare, enough for\n      seed preserv’d.)\n\n       2\n  Flaunt out O sea your separate flags of nations!\n  Flaunt out visible as ever the various ship-signals!\n  But do you reserve especially for yourself and for the soul of man\n      one flag above all the rest,\n  A spiritual woven signal for all nations, emblem of man elate above death,\n  Token of all brave captains and all intrepid sailors and mates,\n  And all that went down doing their duty,\n  Reminiscent of them, twined from all intrepid captains young or old,\n  A pennant universal, subtly waving all time, o’er all brave sailors,\n  All seas, all ships.","themes":["hope","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0111","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0111","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0112","title":"Patroling Barnegat","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Wild, wild the storm, and the sea high running,\n  Steady the roar of the gale, with incessant undertone muttering,\n  Shouts of demoniac laughter fitfully piercing and pealing,\n  Waves, air, midnight, their savagest trinity lashing,\n  Out in the shadows there milk-white combs careering,\n  On beachy slush and sand spirts of snow fierce slanting,\n  Where through the murk the easterly death-wind breasting,\n  Through cutting swirl and spray watchful and firm advancing,\n  (That in the distance! is that a wreck? is the red signal flaring?)\n  Slush and sand of the beach tireless till daylight wending,\n  Steadily, slowly, through hoarse roar never remitting,\n  Along the midnight edge by those milk-white combs careering,\n  A group of dim, weird forms, struggling, the night confronting,\n  That savage trinity warily watching.","themes":["death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0112","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0112","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0113","title":"After the Sea-Ship","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"After the sea-ship, after the whistling winds,\n  After the white-gray sails taut to their spars and ropes,\n  Below, a myriad myriad waves hastening, lifting up their necks,\n  Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship,\n  Waves of the ocean bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying,\n  Waves, undulating waves, liquid, uneven, emulous waves,\n  Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves,\n  Where the great vessel sailing and tacking displaced the surface,\n  Larger and smaller waves in the spread of the ocean yearnfully flowing,\n  The wake of the sea-ship after she passes, flashing and frolicsome\n      under the sun,\n  A motley procession with many a fleck of foam and many fragments,\n  Following the stately and rapid ship, in the wake following.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0113","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0113","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0114","title":"BY THE ROADSIDE","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"To get betimes in Boston town I rose this morning early,\n  Here’s a good place at the corner, I must stand and see the show.\n\n  Clear the way there Jonathan!\n  Way for the President’s marshal—way for the government cannon!\n  Way for the Federal foot and dragoons, (and the apparitions\n      copiously tumbling.)\n\n  I love to look on the Stars and Stripes, I hope the fifes will play\n      Yankee Doodle.\n  How bright shine the cutlasses of the foremost troops!\n  Every man holds his revolver, marching stiff through Boston town.\n\n  A fog follows, antiques of the same come limping,\n  Some appear wooden-legged, and some appear bandaged and bloodless.\n\n  Why this is indeed a show—it has called the dead out of the earth!\n  The old graveyards of the hills have hurried to see!\n  Phantoms! phantoms countless by flank and rear!\n  Cock’d hats of mothy mould—crutches made of mist!\n  Arms in slings—old men leaning on young men’s shoulders.\n\n  What troubles you Yankee phantoms? what is all this chattering of\n      bare gums?\n  Does the ague convulse your limbs? do you mistake your crutches for\n      firelocks and level them?\n\n  If you blind your eyes with tears you will not see the President’s marshal,\n  If you groan such groans you might balk the government cannon.\n\n  For shame old maniacs—bring down those toss’d arms, and let your\n      white hair be,\n  Here gape your great grandsons, their wives gaze at them from the windows,\n  See how well dress’d, see how orderly they conduct themselves.\n\n  Worse and worse—can’t you stand it? are you retreating?\n  Is this hour with the living too dead for you?\n\n  Retreat then—pell-mell!\n  To your graves—back—back to the hills old limpers!\n  I do not think you belong here anyhow.\n\n  But there is one thing that belongs here—shall I tell you what it\n      is, gentlemen of Boston?\n\n  I will whisper it to the Mayor, he shall send a committee to England,\n  They shall get a grant from the Parliament, go with a cart to the\n      royal vault,\n  Dig out King George’s coffin, unwrap him quick from the\n      graveclothes, box up his bones for a journey,\n  Find a swift Yankee clipper—here is freight for you, black-bellied clipper,\n  Up with your anchor—shake out your sails—steer straight toward\n      Boston bay.\n\n  Now call for the President’s marshal again, bring out the government cannon,\n  Fetch home the roarers from Congress, make another procession,\n      guard it with foot and dragoons.\n\n  This centre-piece for them;\n  Look, all orderly citizens—look from the windows, women!\n\n  The committee open the box, set up the regal ribs, glue those that\n      will not stay,\n  Clap the skull on top of the ribs, and clap a crown on top of the skull.\n  You have got your revenge, old buster—the crown is come to its own,\n      and more than its own.\n\n  Stick your hands in your pockets, Jonathan—you are a made man from\n      this day,\n  You are mighty cute—and here is one of your bargains.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0114","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0114","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0115","title":"Europe [The 72d and 73d Years of These States]","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Suddenly out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair of slaves,\n  Like lightning it le’pt forth half startled at itself,\n  Its feet upon the ashes and the rags, its hands tight to the throats\n      of kings.\n\n  O hope and faith!\n  O aching close of exiled patriots’ lives!\n  O many a sicken’d heart!\n  Turn back unto this day and make yourselves afresh.\n\n  And you, paid to defile the People—you liars, mark!\n  Not for numberless agonies, murders, lusts,\n  For court thieving in its manifold mean forms, worming from his\n      simplicity the poor man’s wages,\n  For many a promise sworn by royal lips and broken and laugh’d at in\n      the breaking,\n\n  Then in their power not for all these did the blows strike revenge,\n      or the heads of the nobles fall;\n  The People scorn’d the ferocity of kings.\n\n  But the sweetness of mercy brew’d bitter destruction, and the\n      frighten’d monarchs come back,\n  Each comes in state with his train, hangman, priest, tax-gatherer,\n  Soldier, lawyer, lord, jailer, and sycophant.\n\n  Yet behind all lowering stealing, lo, a shape,\n  Vague as the night, draped interminably, head, front and form, in\n      scarlet folds,\n  Whose face and eyes none may see,\n  Out of its robes only this, the red robes lifted by the arm,\n  One finger crook’d pointed high over the top, like the head of a\n      snake appears.\n\n  Meanwhile corpses lie in new-made graves, bloody corpses of young men,\n  The rope of the gibbet hangs heavily, the bullets of princes are\n      flying, the creatures of power laugh aloud,\n  And all these things bear fruits, and they are good.\n\n  Those corpses of young men,\n  Those martyrs that hang from the gibbets, those hearts pierc’d by\n      the gray lead,\n  Cold and motionless as they seem live elsewhere with unslaughter’d vitality.\n\n  They live in other young men O kings!\n  They live in brothers again ready to defy you,\n  They were purified by death, they were taught and exalted.\n\n  Not a grave of the murder’d for freedom but grows seed for freedom,\n      in its turn to bear seed,\n  Which the winds carry afar and re-sow, and the rains and the snows nourish.\n\n  Not a disembodied spirit can the weapons of tyrants let loose,\n  But it stalks invisibly over the earth, whispering, counseling, cautioning.\n  Liberty, let others despair of you—I never despair of you.\n\n  Is the house shut? is the master away?\n  Nevertheless, be ready, be not weary of watching,\n  He will soon return, his messengers come anon.","themes":["love","hope","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0115","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0115","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0116","title":"A Hand-Mirror","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Hold it up sternly—see this it sends back, (who is it? is it you?)\n  Outside fair costume, within ashes and filth,\n  No more a flashing eye, no more a sonorous voice or springy step,\n  Now some slave’s eye, voice, hands, step,\n  A drunkard’s breath, unwholesome eater’s face, venerealee’s flesh,\n  Lungs rotting away piecemeal, stomach sour and cankerous,\n  Joints rheumatic, bowels clogged with abomination,\n  Blood circulating dark and poisonous streams,\n  Words babble, hearing and touch callous,\n  No brain, no heart left, no magnetism of sex;\n  Such from one look in this looking-glass ere you go hence,\n  Such a result so soon—and from such a beginning!","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0116","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0116","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0117","title":"Gods","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Lover divine and perfect Comrade,\n  Waiting content, invisible yet, but certain,\n  Be thou my God.\n\n  Thou, thou, the Ideal Man,\n  Fair, able, beautiful, content, and loving,\n  Complete in body and dilate in spirit,\n  Be thou my God.\n\n  O Death, (for Life has served its turn,)\n  Opener and usher to the heavenly mansion,\n  Be thou my God.\n\n  Aught, aught of mightiest, best I see, conceive, or know,\n  (To break the stagnant tie—thee, thee to free, O soul,)\n  Be thou my God.\n\n  All great ideas, the races’ aspirations,\n  All heroisms, deeds of rapt enthusiasts,\n  Be ye my Gods.\n\n  Or Time and Space,\n  Or shape of Earth divine and wondrous,\n  Or some fair shape I viewing, worship,\n  Or lustrous orb of sun or star by night,\n  Be ye my Gods.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0117","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0117","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0118","title":"Germs","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Forms, qualities, lives, humanity, language, thoughts,\n  The ones known, and the ones unknown, the ones on the stars,\n  The stars themselves, some shaped, others unshaped,\n  Wonders as of those countries, the soil, trees, cities, inhabitants,\n      whatever they may be,\n  Splendid suns, the moons and rings, the countless combinations and effects,\n  Such-like, and as good as such-like, visible here or anywhere, stand\n      provided for a handful of space, which I extend my arm and\n      half enclose with my hand,\n  That containing the start of each and all, the virtue, the germs of all.","themes":["nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0118","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0118","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0138","title":"To Old Age","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I see in you the estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as\n      it pours in the great sea.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0138","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0138","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0139","title":"Locations and Times","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Locations and times—what is it in me that meets them all, whenever\n      and wherever, and makes me at home?\n  Forms, colors, densities, odors—what is it in me that corresponds\n      with them?","themes":["home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0139","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0139","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0140","title":"Offerings","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A thousand perfect men and women appear,\n  Around each gathers a cluster of friends, and gay children and\n      youths, with offerings.","themes":["friendship","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0140","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0140","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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(O South, your torrid suns! O North,\n      your arctic freezings!)\n  Are those really Congressmen? are those the great Judges? is that\n      the President?\n  Then I will sleep awhile yet, for I see that these States sleep, for\n      reasons;\n  (With gathering murk, with muttering thunder and lambent shoots we\n      all duly awake,\n  South, North, East, West, inland and seaboard, we will surely awake.)","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0141","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0141","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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O Manhattan, my own, my peerless!\n  O strongest you in the hour of danger, in crisis! O truer than steel!)\n  How you sprang—how you threw off the costumes of peace with\n      indifferent hand,\n  How your soft opera-music changed, and the drum and fife were heard\n      in their stead,\n  How you led to the war, (that shall serve for our prelude, songs of\n      soldiers,)\n  How Manhattan drum-taps led.\n\n  Forty years had I in my city seen soldiers parading,\n  Forty years as a pageant, till unawares the lady of this teeming and\n      turbulent city,\n  Sleepless amid her ships, her houses, her incalculable wealth,\n  With her million children around her, suddenly,\n  At dead of night, at news from the south,\n  Incens’d struck with clinch’d hand the pavement.\n\n  A shock electric, the night sustain’d it,\n  Till with ominous hum our hive at daybreak pour’d out its myriads.\n\n  From the houses then and the workshops, and through all the doorways,\n  Leapt they tumultuous, and lo! Manhattan arming.\n\n  To the drum-taps prompt,\n  The young men falling in and arming,\n  The mechanics arming, (the trowel, the jack-plane, the blacksmith’s\n      hammer, tost aside with precipitation,)\n  The lawyer leaving his office and arming, the judge leaving the court,\n  The driver deserting his wagon in the street, jumping down, throwing\n      the reins abruptly down on the horses’ backs,\n  The salesman leaving the store, the boss, book-keeper, porter, all leaving;\n  Squads gather everywhere by common consent and arm,\n  The new recruits, even boys, the old men show them how to wear their\n      accoutrements, they buckle the straps carefully,\n  Outdoors arming, indoors arming, the flash of the musket-barrels,\n  The white tents cluster in camps, the arm’d sentries around, the\n      sunrise cannon and again at sunset,\n  Arm’d regiments arrive every day, pass through the city, and embark\n      from the wharves,\n  (How good they look as they tramp down to the river, sweaty, with\n      their guns on their shoulders!\n  How I love them! how I could hug them, with their brown faces and\n      their clothes and knapsacks cover’d with dust!)\n  The blood of the city up-arm’d! arm’d! the cry everywhere,\n  The flags flung out from the steeples of churches and from all the\n      public buildings and stores,\n  The tearful parting, the mother kisses her son, the son kisses his mother,\n  (Loth is the mother to part, yet not a word does she speak to detain him,)\n  The tumultuous escort, the ranks of policemen preceding, clearing the way,\n  The unpent enthusiasm, the wild cheers of the crowd for their favorites,\n  The artillery, the silent cannons bright as gold, drawn along,\n      rumble lightly over the stones,\n  (Silent cannons, soon to cease your silence,\n  Soon unlimber’d to begin the red business;)\n  All the mutter of preparation, all the determin’d arming,\n  The hospital service, the lint, bandages and medicines,\n  The women volunteering for nurses, the work begun for in earnest, no\n      mere parade now;\n  War! an arm’d race is advancing! the welcome for battle, no turning away!\n  War! be it weeks, months, or years, an arm’d race is advancing to\n      welcome it.\n\n  Mannahatta a-march—and it’s O to sing it well!\n  It’s O for a manly life in the camp.\n\n  And the sturdy artillery,\n  The guns bright as gold, the work for giants, to serve well the guns,\n  Unlimber them! (no more as the past forty years for salutes for\n      courtesies merely,\n  Put in something now besides powder and wadding.)\n\n  And you lady of ships, you Mannahatta,\n  Old matron of this proud, friendly, turbulent city,\n  Often in peace and wealth you were pensive or covertly frown’d amid\n      all your children,\n  But now you smile with joy exulting old Mannahatta.","themes":["love","time","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0142","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0142","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0143","title":"Eighteen Sixty-One","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Arm’d year—year of the struggle,\n  No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you terrible year,\n  Not you as some pale poetling seated at a desk lisping cadenzas piano,\n  But as a strong man erect, clothed in blue clothes, advancing,\n      carrying rifle on your shoulder,\n  With well-gristled body and sunburnt face and hands, with a knife in\n      the belt at your side,\n  As I heard you shouting loud, your sonorous voice ringing across the\n      continent,\n  Your masculine voice O year, as rising amid the great cities,\n  Amid the men of Manhattan I saw you as one of the workmen, the\n      dwellers in Manhattan,\n  Or with large steps crossing the prairies out of Illinois and Indiana,\n  Rapidly crossing the West with springy gait and descending the Allghanies,\n  Or down from the great lakes or in Pennsylvania, or on deck along\n      the Ohio river,\n  Or southward along the Tennessee or Cumberland rivers, or at\n      Chattanooga on the mountain top,\n  Saw I your gait and saw I your sinewy limbs clothed in blue, bearing\n      weapons, robust year,\n  Heard your determin’d voice launch’d forth again and again,\n  Year that suddenly sang by the mouths of the round-lipp’d cannon,\n  I repeat you, hurrying, crashing, sad, distracted year.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0143","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0143","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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Drums!","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!\n  Through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force,\n  Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation,\n  Into the school where the scholar is studying;\n  Leave not the bridegroom quiet—no happiness must he have now with\n      his bride,\n  Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his field or gathering\n      his grain,\n  So fierce you whirr and pound you drums—so shrill you bugles blow.\n\n  Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!\n  Over the traffic of cities—over the rumble of wheels in the streets;\n  Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses? no sleepers\n      must sleep in those beds,\n  No bargainers’ bargains by day—no brokers or speculators—would\n      they continue?\n  Would the talkers be talking? would the singer attempt to sing?\n  Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge?\n  Then rattle quicker, heavier drums—you bugles wilder blow.\n\n  Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!\n  Make no parley—stop for no expostulation,\n  Mind not the timid—mind not the weeper or prayer,\n  Mind not the old man beseeching the young man,\n  Let not the child’s voice be heard, nor the mother’s entreaties,\n  Make even the trestles to shake the dead where they lie awaiting the\n      hearses,\n  So strong you thump O terrible drums—so loud you bugles blow.","themes":["time","spirituality","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0144","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0144","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0145","title":"From Paumanok Starting I Fly Like a Bird","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"From Paumanok starting I fly like a bird,\n  Around and around to soar to sing the idea of all,\n  To the north betaking myself to sing there arctic songs,\n  To Kanada till I absorb Kanada in myself, to Michigan then,\n  To Wisconsin, Iowa, Minnesota, to sing their songs, (they are inimitable;)\n  Then to Ohio and Indiana to sing theirs, to Missouri and Kansas and\n      Arkansas to sing theirs,\n  To Tennessee and Kentucky, to the Carolinas and Georgia to sing theirs,\n  To Texas and so along up toward California, to roam accepted everywhere;\n  To sing first, (to the tap of the war-drum if need be,)\n  The idea of all, of the Western world one and inseparable,\n  And then the song of each member of these States.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0145","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0145","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0146","title":"Song of the Banner at Daybreak","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Poet:\n  O A new song, a free song,\n  Flapping, flapping, flapping, flapping, by sounds, by voices clearer,\n  By the wind’s voice and that of the drum,\n  By the banner’s voice and child’s voice and sea’s voice and father’s voice,\n  Low on the ground and high in the air,\n  On the ground where father and child stand,\n  In the upward air where their eyes turn,\n  Where the banner at daybreak is flapping.\n\n  Words! book-words! what are you?\n  Words no more, for hearken and see,\n  My song is there in the open air, and I must sing,\n  With the banner and pennant a-flapping.\n\n  I’ll weave the chord and twine in,\n  Man’s desire and babe’s desire, I’ll twine them in, I’ll put in life,\n  I’ll put the bayonet’s flashing point, I’ll let bullets and slugs whizz,\n  (As one carrying a symbol and menace far into the future,\n  Crying with trumpet voice, Arouse and beware! Beware and arouse!)\n  I’ll pour the verse with streams of blood, full of volition, full of joy,\n  Then loosen, launch forth, to go and compete,\n  With the banner and pennant a-flapping.\n\n       Pennant:\n  Come up here, bard, bard,\n  Come up here, soul, soul,\n  Come up here, dear little child,\n  To fly in the clouds and winds with me, and play with the measureless light.\n\n       Child:\n  Father what is that in the sky beckoning to me with long finger?\n  And what does it say to me all the while?\n\n       Father:\n  Nothing my babe you see in the sky,\n  And nothing at all to you it says—but look you my babe,\n  Look at these dazzling things in the houses, and see you the money-\n      shops opening,\n  And see you the vehicles preparing to crawl along the streets with goods;\n  These, ah these, how valued and toil’d for these!\n  How envied by all the earth.\n\n       Poet:\n  Fresh and rosy red the sun is mounting high,\n  On floats the sea in distant blue careering through its channels,\n  On floats the wind over the breast of the sea setting in toward land,\n  The great steady wind from west or west-by-south,\n  Floating so buoyant with milk-white foam on the waters.\n\n  But I am not the sea nor the red sun,\n  I am not the wind with girlish laughter,\n  Not the immense wind which strengthens, not the wind which lashes,\n  Not the spirit that ever lashes its own body to terror and death,\n  But I am that which unseen comes and sings, sings, sings,\n  Which babbles in brooks and scoots in showers on the land,\n  Which the birds know in the woods mornings and evenings,\n  And the shore-sands know and the hissing wave, and that banner and pennant,\n  Aloft there flapping and flapping.\n\n       Child:\n  O father it is alive—it is full of people—it has children,\n  O now it seems to me it is talking to its children,\n  I hear it—it talks to me—O it is wonderful!\n  O it stretches—it spreads and runs so fast—O my father,\n  It is so broad it covers the whole sky.\n\n       Father:\n  Cease, cease, my foolish babe,\n  What you are saying is sorrowful to me, much ’t displeases me;\n  Behold with the rest again I say, behold not banners and pennants aloft,\n  But the well-prepared pavements behold, and mark the solid-wall’d houses.\n\n       Banner and Pennant:\n  Speak to the child O bard out of Manhattan,\n  To our children all, or north or south of Manhattan,\n  Point this day, leaving all the rest, to us over all—and yet we know\n      not why,\n  For what are we, mere strips of cloth profiting nothing,\n  Only flapping in the wind?\n\nPoet:\n  I hear and see not strips of cloth alone,\n  I hear the tramp of armies, I hear the challenging sentry,\n  I hear the jubilant shouts of millions of men, I hear Liberty!\n  I hear the drums beat and the trumpets blowing,\n  I myself move abroad swift-rising flying then,\n  I use the wings of the land-bird and use the wings of the sea-bird,\n      and look down as from a height,\n  I do not deny the precious results of peace, I see populous cities\n      with wealth incalculable,\n  I see numberless farms, I see the farmers working in their fields or barns,\n  I see mechanics working, I see buildings everywhere founded, going\n      up, or finish’d,\n  I see trains of cars swiftly speeding along railroad tracks drawn by\n      the locomotives,\n  I see the stores, depots, of Boston, Baltimore, Charleston, New Orleans,\n  I see far in the West the immense area of grain, I dwell awhile hovering,\n  I pass to the lumber forests of the North, and again to the Southern\n      plantation, and again to California;\n  Sweeping the whole I see the countless profit, the busy gatherings,\n      earn’d wages,\n  See the Identity formed out of thirty-eight spacious and haughty\n      States, (and many more to come,)\n  See forts on the shores of harbors, see ships sailing in and out;\n  Then over all, (aye! aye!) my little and lengthen’d pennant shaped\n      like a sword,\n  Runs swiftly up indicating war and defiance—and now the halyards\n      have rais’d it,\n  Side of my banner broad and blue, side of my starry banner,\n  Discarding peace over all the sea and land.\n\n       Banner and Pennant:\n  Yet louder, higher, stronger, bard! yet farther, wider cleave!\n  No longer let our children deem us riches and peace alone,\n  We may be terror and carnage, and are so now,\n  Not now are we any one of these spacious and haughty States, (nor\n      any five, nor ten,)\n  Nor market nor depot we, nor money-bank in the city,\n  But these and all, and the brown and spreading land, and the mines\n      below, are ours,\n  And the shores of the sea are ours, and the rivers great and small,\n  And the fields they moisten, and the crops and the fruits are ours,\n  Bays and channels and ships sailing in and out are ours—while we over all,\n  Over the area spread below, the three or four millions of square\n      miles, the capitals,\n  The forty millions of people,—O bard! in life and death supreme,\n  We, even we, henceforth flaunt out masterful, high up above,\n  Not for the present alone, for a thousand years chanting through you,\n  This song to the soul of one poor little child.\n\n       Child:\n  O my father I like not the houses,\n  They will never to me be any thing, nor do I like money,\n  But to mount up there I would like, O father dear, that banner I like,\n  That pennant I would be and must be.\n\n       Father:\n  Child of mine you fill me with anguish,\n  To be that pennant would be too fearful,\n  Little you know what it is this day, and after this day, forever,\n  It is to gain nothing, but risk and defy every thing,\n  Forward to stand in front of wars—and O, such wars!—what have you\n      to do with them?\n  With passions of demons, slaughter, premature death?\n\n       Banner:\n  Demons and death then I sing,\n  Put in all, aye all will I, sword-shaped pennant for war,\n  And a pleasure new and ecstatic, and the prattled yearning of children,\n  Blent with the sounds of the peaceful land and the liquid wash of the sea,\n  And the black ships fighting on the sea envelop’d in smoke,\n  And the icy cool of the far, far north, with rustling cedars and pines,\n  And the whirr of drums and the sound of soldiers marching, and the\n      hot sun shining south,\n  And the beach-waves combing over the beach on my Eastern shore,\n      and my Western shore the same,\n  And all between those shores, and my ever running Mississippi with\n      bends and chutes,\n  And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my fields of Missouri,\n  The Continent, devoting the whole identity without reserving an atom,\n  Pour in! whelm that which asks, which sings, with all and the yield of all,\n  Fusing and holding, claiming, devouring the whole,\n  No more with tender lip, nor musical labial sound,\n  But out of the night emerging for good, our voice persuasive no more,\n  Croaking like crows here in the wind.\n\n       Poet:\n  My limbs, my veins dilate, my theme is clear at last,\n  Banner so broad advancing out of the night, I sing you haughty and resolute,\n  I burst through where I waited long, too long, deafen’d and blinded,\n  My hearing and tongue are come to me, (a little child taught me,)\n  I hear from above O pennant of war your ironical call and demand,\n  Insensate! insensate! (yet I at any rate chant you,) O banner!\n  Not houses of peace indeed are you, nor any nor all their\n      prosperity, (if need be, you shall again have every one of those\n      houses to destroy them,\n  You thought not to destroy those valuable houses, standing fast,\n      full of comfort, built with money,\n  May they stand fast, then? not an hour except you above them and all\n      stand fast;)\n  O banner, not money so precious are you, not farm produce you, nor\n      the material good nutriment,\n  Nor excellent stores, nor landed on wharves from the ships,\n  Not the superb ships with sail-power or steam-power, fetching and\n      carrying cargoes,\n  Nor machinery, vehicles, trade, nor revenues—but you as henceforth\n      I see you,\n  Running up out of the night, bringing your cluster of stars,\n      (ever-enlarging stars,)\n  Divider of daybreak you, cutting the air, touch’d by the sun,\n      measuring the sky,\n  (Passionately seen and yearn’d for by one poor little child,\n  While others remain busy or smartly talking, forever teaching\n      thrift, thrift;)\n  O you up there! O pennant! where you undulate like a snake hissing\n      so curious,\n  Out of reach, an idea only, yet furiously fought for, risking bloody\n      death, loved by me,\n  So loved—O you banner leading the day with stars brought from the night!\n  Valueless, object of eyes, over all and demanding all—(absolute\n      owner of all)—O banner and pennant!\n  I too leave the rest—great as it is, it is nothing—houses, machines\n      are nothing—I see them not,\n  I see but you, O warlike pennant! O banner so broad, with stripes,\n      sing you only,\n  Flapping up there in the wind.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0146","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0146","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0147","title":"Rise O Days from Your Fathomless Deeps","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  Rise O days from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer sweep,\n  Long for my soul hungering gymnastic I devour’d what the earth gave me,\n  Long I roam’d amid the woods of the north, long I watch’d Niagara pouring,\n  I travel’d the prairies over and slept on their breast, I cross’d\n      the Nevadas, I cross’d the plateaus,\n  I ascended the towering rocks along the Pacific, I sail’d out to sea,\n  I sail’d through the storm, I was refresh’d by the storm,\n  I watch’d with joy the threatening maws of the waves,\n\n  I mark’d the white combs where they career’d so high, curling over,\n  I heard the wind piping, I saw the black clouds,\n  Saw from below what arose and mounted, (O superb! O wild as my\n      heart, and powerful!)\n  Heard the continuous thunder as it bellow’d after the lightning,\n  Noted the slender and jagged threads of lightning as sudden and\n      fast amid the din they chased each other across the sky;\n  These, and such as these, I, elate, saw—saw with wonder, yet pensive\n      and masterful,\n  All the menacing might of the globe uprisen around me,\n  Yet there with my soul I fed, I fed content, supercilious.\n\n       2\n  ’Twas well, O soul—’twas a good preparation you gave me,\n  Now we advance our latent and ampler hunger to fill,\n  Now we go forth to receive what the earth and the sea never gave us,\n  Not through the mighty woods we go, but through the mightier cities,\n  Something for us is pouring now more than Niagara pouring,\n  Torrents of men, (sources and rills of the Northwest are you indeed\n      inexhaustible?)\n  What, to pavements and homesteads here, what were those storms of\n      the mountains and sea?\n  What, to passions I witness around me to-day? was the sea risen?\n  Was the wind piping the pipe of death under the black clouds?\n  Lo! from deeps more unfathomable, something more deadly and savage,\n  Manhattan rising, advancing with menacing front—Cincinnati, Chicago,\n      unchain’d;\n  What was that swell I saw on the ocean? behold what comes here,\n  How it climbs with daring feet and hands—how it dashes!\n  How the true thunder bellows after the lightning—how bright the\n      flashes of lightning!\n  How Democracy with desperate vengeful port strides on, shown\n      through the dark by those flashes of lightning!\n  (Yet a mournful wall and low sob I fancied I heard through the dark,\n  In a lull of the deafening confusion.)\n\n       3\n  Thunder on! stride on, Democracy! strike with vengeful stroke!\n  And do you rise higher than ever yet O days, O cities!\n  Crash heavier, heavier yet O storms! you have done me good,\n  My soul prepared in the mountains absorbs your immortal strong nutriment,\n  Long had I walk’d my cities, my country roads through farms, only\n      half satisfied,\n  One doubt nauseous undulating like a snake, crawl’d on the ground before me,\n  Continually preceding my steps, turning upon me oft, ironically hissing low;\n  The cities I loved so well I abandon’d and left, I sped to the\n      certainties suitable to me,\n  Hungering, hungering, hungering, for primal energies and Nature’s\n      dauntlessness,\n  I refresh’d myself with it only, I could relish it only,\n  I waited the bursting forth of the pent fire—on the water and air\n      waited long;\n  But now I no longer wait, I am fully satisfied, I am glutted,\n  I have witness’d the true lightning, I have witness’d my cities electric,\n  I have lived to behold man burst forth and warlike America rise,\n  Hence I will seek no more the food of the northern solitary wilds,\n  No more the mountains roam or sail the stormy sea.","themes":["love","spirituality","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0147","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0147","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0148","title":"Virginia—The West","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The noble sire fallen on evil days,\n  I saw with hand uplifted, menacing, brandishing,\n  (Memories of old in abeyance, love and faith in abeyance,)\n  The insane knife toward the Mother of All.\n\n  The noble son on sinewy feet advancing,\n  I saw, out of the land of prairies, land of Ohio’s waters and of Indiana,\n  To the rescue the stalwart giant hurry his plenteous offspring,\n  Drest in blue, bearing their trusty rifles on their shoulders.\n\n  Then the Mother of All with calm voice speaking,\n  As to you Rebellious, (I seemed to hear her say,) why strive against\n      me, and why seek my life?\n  When you yourself forever provide to defend me?\n  For you provided me Washington—and now these also.","themes":["love","time","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0148","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0148","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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(for all races are here,\n  All the lands of the earth make contributions here;)\n  City of the sea! city of hurried and glittering tides!\n  City whose gleeful tides continually rush or recede, whirling in and\n      out with eddies and foam!\n  City of wharves and stores—city of tall facades of marble and iron!\n  Proud and passionate city—mettlesome, mad, extravagant city!\n  Spring up O city—not for peace alone, but be indeed yourself, warlike!\n  Fear not—submit to no models but your own O city!\n  Behold me—incarnate me as I have incarnated you!\n  I have rejected nothing you offer’d me—whom you adopted I have adopted,\n  Good or bad I never question you—I love all—I do not condemn any thing,\n  I chant and celebrate all that is yours—yet peace no more,\n  In peace I chanted peace, but now the drum of war is mine,\n  War, red war is my song through your streets, O city!","themes":["love","nature","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0149","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0149","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0150","title":"The Centenarian’s Story","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"[Volunteer of 1861-2, at Washington Park, Brooklyn, assisting\n       the Centenarian.]\n  Give me your hand old Revolutionary,\n  The hill-top is nigh, but a few steps, (make room gentlemen,)\n  Up the path you have follow’d me well, spite of your hundred and\n      extra years,\n  You can walk old man, though your eyes are almost done,\n  Your faculties serve you, and presently I must have them serve me.\n\n  Rest, while I tell what the crowd around us means,\n  On the plain below recruits are drilling and exercising,\n  There is the camp, one regiment departs to-morrow,\n  Do you hear the officers giving their orders?\n  Do you hear the clank of the muskets?\n  Why what comes over you now old man?\n  Why do you tremble and clutch my hand so convulsively?\n  The troops are but drilling, they are yet surrounded with smiles,\n  Around them at hand the well-drest friends and the women,\n  While splendid and warm the afternoon sun shines down,\n  Green the midsummer verdure and fresh blows the dallying breeze,\n  O’er proud and peaceful cities and arm of the sea between.\n\n  But drill and parade are over, they march back to quarters,\n  Only hear that approval of hands! hear what a clapping!\n\n  As wending the crowds now part and disperse—but we old man,\n  Not for nothing have I brought you hither—we must remain,\n  You to speak in your turn, and I to listen and tell.\n\n       [The Centenarian]\n  When I clutch’d your hand it was not with terror,\n  But suddenly pouring about me here on every side,\n  And below there where the boys were drilling, and up the slopes they ran,\n  And where tents are pitch’d, and wherever you see south and south-\n      east and south-west,\n  Over hills, across lowlands, and in the skirts of woods,\n  And along the shores, in mire (now fill’d over) came again and\n      suddenly raged,\n  As eighty-five years agone no mere parade receiv’d with applause of friends,\n  But a battle which I took part in myself—aye, long ago as it is, I\n      took part in it,\n  Walking then this hilltop, this same ground.\n\n  Aye, this is the ground,\n  My blind eyes even as I speak behold it re-peopled from graves,\n  The years recede, pavements and stately houses disappear,\n  Rude forts appear again, the old hoop’d guns are mounted,\n  I see the lines of rais’d earth stretching from river to bay,\n  I mark the vista of waters, I mark the uplands and slopes;\n  Here we lay encamp’d, it was this time in summer also.\n\n  As I talk I remember all, I remember the Declaration,\n  It was read here, the whole army paraded, it was read to us here,\n  By his staff surrounded the General stood in the middle, he held up\n      his unsheath’d sword,\n  It glitter’d in the sun in full sight of the army.\n\n  ’Twas a bold act then—the English war-ships had just arrived,\n  We could watch down the lower bay where they lay at anchor,\n  And the transports swarming with soldiers.\n\n  A few days more and they landed, and then the battle.\n\n  Twenty thousand were brought against us,\n  A veteran force furnish’d with good artillery.\n\n  I tell not now the whole of the battle,\n  But one brigade early in the forenoon order’d forward to engage the\n      red-coats,\n  Of that brigade I tell, and how steadily it march’d,\n  And how long and well it stood confronting death.\n\n  Who do you think that was marching steadily sternly confronting death?\n  It was the brigade of the youngest men, two thousand strong,\n  Rais’d in Virginia and Maryland, and most of them known personally\n      to the General.\n\n  Jauntily forward they went with quick step toward Gowanus’ waters,\n  Till of a sudden unlook’d for by defiles through the woods, gain’d at night,\n  The British advancing, rounding in from the east, fiercely playing\n      their guns,\n  That brigade of the youngest was cut off and at the enemy’s mercy.\n\n  The General watch’d them from this hill,\n  They made repeated desperate attempts to burst their environment,\n  Then drew close together, very compact, their flag flying in the middle,\n  But O from the hills how the cannon were thinning and thinning them!\n\n  It sickens me yet, that slaughter!\n  I saw the moisture gather in drops on the face of the General.\n  I saw how he wrung his hands in anguish.\n\n  Meanwhile the British manœuvr’d to draw us out for a pitch’d battle,\n  But we dared not trust the chances of a pitch’d battle.\n\n  We fought the fight in detachments,\n  Sallying forth we fought at several points, but in each the luck was\n      against us,\n  Our foe advancing, steadily getting the best of it, push’d us back\n      to the works on this hill,\n  Till we turn’d menacing here, and then he left us.\n\n  That was the going out of the brigade of the youngest men, two thousand\n      strong,\n  Few return’d, nearly all remain in Brooklyn.\n\n  That and here my General’s first battle,\n  No women looking on nor sunshine to bask in, it did not conclude\n      with applause,\n  Nobody clapp’d hands here then.\n\n  But in darkness in mist on the ground under a chill rain,\n  Wearied that night we lay foil’d and sullen,\n  While scornfully laugh’d many an arrogant lord off against us encamp’d,\n  Quite within hearing, feasting, clinking wineglasses together over\n      their victory.\n\n  So dull and damp and another day,\n  But the night of that, mist lifting, rain ceasing,\n  Silent as a ghost while they thought they were sure of him, my\n      General retreated.\n\n  I saw him at the river-side,\n  Down by the ferry lit by torches, hastening the embarcation;\n  My General waited till the soldiers and wounded were all pass’d over,\n  And then, (it was just ere sunrise,) these eyes rested on him for\n      the last time.\n\n  Every one else seem’d fill’d with gloom,\n  Many no doubt thought of capitulation.\n\n  But when my General pass’d me,\n  As he stood in his boat and look’d toward the coming sun,\n  I saw something different from capitulation.\n\n       [Terminus]\n  Enough, the Centenarian’s story ends,\n  The two, the past and present, have interchanged,\n  I myself as connecter, as chansonnier of a great future, am now speaking.\n\n  And is this the ground Washington trod?\n  And these waters I listlessly daily cross, are these the waters he cross’d,\n  As resolute in defeat as other generals in their proudest triumphs?\n\n  I must copy the story, and send it eastward and westward,\n  I must preserve that look as it beam’d on you rivers of Brooklyn.\n\n  See—as the annual round returns the phantoms return,\n  It is the 27th of August and the British have landed,\n  The battle begins and goes against us, behold through the smoke\n      Washington’s face,\n  The brigade of Virginia and Maryland have march’d forth to intercept\n      the enemy,\n  They are cut off, murderous artillery from the hills plays upon them,\n  Rank after rank falls, while over them silently droops the flag,\n  Baptized that day in many a young man’s bloody wounds.\n  In death, defeat, and sisters’, mothers’ tears.\n\n  Ah, hills and slopes of Brooklyn! I perceive you are more valuable\n      than your owners supposed;\n  In the midst of you stands an encampment very old,\n  Stands forever the camp of that dead brigade.","themes":["nature","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0150","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0150","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0151","title":"Cavalry Crossing a Ford","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A line in long array where they wind betwixt green islands,\n  They take a serpentine course, their arms flash in the sun—hark to\n      the musical clank,\n  Behold the silvery river, in it the splashing horses loitering stop\n      to drink,\n  Behold the brown-faced men, each group, each person a picture, the\n      negligent rest on the saddles,\n  Some emerge on the opposite bank, others are just entering the ford—while,\n  Scarlet and blue and snowy white,\n  The guidon flags flutter gayly in the wind.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0151","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0151","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0152","title":"Bivouac on a Mountain Side","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I see before me now a traveling army halting,\n  Below a fertile valley spread, with barns and the orchards of summer,\n  Behind, the terraced sides of a mountain, abrupt, in places rising high,\n  Broken, with rocks, with clinging cedars, with tall shapes dingily seen,\n  The numerous camp-fires scatter’d near and far, some away up on the\n      mountain,\n  The shadowy forms of men and horses, looming, large-sized, flickering,\n  And over all the sky—the sky! far, far out of reach, studded,\n      breaking out, the eternal stars.","themes":["nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0152","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0152","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0153","title":"An Army Corps on the March","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"With its cloud of skirmishers in advance,\n  With now the sound of a single shot snapping like a whip, and now an\n      irregular volley,\n  The swarming ranks press on and on, the dense brigades press on,\n  Glittering dimly, toiling under the sun—the dust-cover’d men,\n  In columns rise and fall to the undulations of the ground,\n  With artillery interspers’d—the wheels rumble, the horses sweat,\n  As the army corps advances.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0153","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0153","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0154","title":"By the Bivouac’s Fitful Flame","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"By the bivouac’s fitful flame,\n  A procession winding around me, solemn and sweet and slow—but\n      first I note,\n  The tents of the sleeping army, the fields’ and woods’ dim outline,\n  The darkness lit by spots of kindled fire, the silence,\n  Like a phantom far or near an occasional figure moving,\n  The shrubs and trees, (as I lift my eyes they seem to be stealthily\n      watching me,)\n  While wind in procession thoughts, O tender and wondrous thoughts,\n  Of life and death, of home and the past and loved, and of those that\n      are far away;\n  A solemn and slow procession there as I sit on the ground,\n  By the bivouac’s fitful flame.","themes":["nature","loneliness","death","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0154","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0154","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0155","title":"Come Up from the Fields Father","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Come up from the fields father, here’s a letter from our Pete,\n  And come to the front door mother, here’s a letter from thy dear son.\n\n  Lo, ’tis autumn,\n  Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder,\n  Cool and sweeten Ohio’s villages with leaves fluttering in the\n      moderate wind,\n  Where apples ripe in the orchards hang and grapes on the trellis’d vines,\n  (Smell you the smell of the grapes on the vines?\n  Smell you the buckwheat where the bees were lately buzzing?)\n\n  Above all, lo, the sky so calm, so transparent after the rain, and\n      with wondrous clouds,\n  Below too, all calm, all vital and beautiful, and the farm prospers well.\n\n  Down in the fields all prospers well,\n  But now from the fields come father, come at the daughter’s call.\n  And come to the entry mother, to the front door come right away.\n\n  Fast as she can she hurries, something ominous, her steps trembling,\n  She does not tarry to smooth her hair nor adjust her cap.\n\n  Open the envelope quickly,\n  O this is not our son’s writing, yet his name is sign’d,\n  O a strange hand writes for our dear son, O stricken mother’s soul!\n  All swims before her eyes, flashes with black, she catches the main\n      words only,\n  Sentences broken, gunshot wound in the breast, cavalry skirmish,\n      taken to hospital,\n  At present low, but will soon be better.\n\n  Ah now the single figure to me,\n  Amid all teeming and wealthy Ohio with all its cities and farms,\n  Sickly white in the face and dull in the head, very faint,\n  By the jamb of a door leans.\n\n  Grieve not so, dear mother, (the just-grown daughter speaks through\n      her sobs,\n  The little sisters huddle around speechless and dismay’d,)\n  See, dearest mother, the letter says Pete will soon be better.\n\n  Alas poor boy, he will never be better, (nor may-be needs to be\n      better, that brave and simple soul,)\n  While they stand at home at the door he is dead already,\n  The only son is dead.\n\n  But the mother needs to be better,\n  She with thin form presently drest in black,\n  By day her meals untouch’d, then at night fitfully sleeping, often waking,\n  In the midnight waking, weeping, longing with one deep longing,\n  O that she might withdraw unnoticed, silent from life escape and withdraw,\n  To follow, to seek, to be with her dear dead son.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0155","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0155","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0156","title":"Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Vigil strange I kept on the field one night;\n  When you my son and my comrade dropt at my side that day,\n  One look I but gave which your dear eyes return’d with a look I\n      shall never forget,\n  One touch of your hand to mine O boy, reach’d up as you lay on the ground,\n  Then onward I sped in the battle, the even-contested battle,\n  Till late in the night reliev’d to the place at last again I made my way,\n  Found you in death so cold dear comrade, found your body son of\n      responding kisses, (never again on earth responding,)\n  Bared your face in the starlight, curious the scene, cool blew the\n      moderate night-wind,\n  Long there and then in vigil I stood, dimly around me the\n      battlefield spreading,\n  Vigil wondrous and vigil sweet there in the fragrant silent night,\n  But not a tear fell, not even a long-drawn sigh, long, long I gazed,\n  Then on the earth partially reclining sat by your side leaning my\n      chin in my hands,\n  Passing sweet hours, immortal and mystic hours with you dearest\n      comrade—not a tear, not a word,\n  Vigil of silence, love and death, vigil for you my son and my soldier,\n  As onward silently stars aloft, eastward new ones upward stole,\n  Vigil final for you brave boy, (I could not save you, swift was your death,\n  I faithfully loved you and cared for you living, I think we shall\n      surely meet again,)\n  Till at latest lingering of the night, indeed just as the dawn appear’d,\n  My comrade I wrapt in his blanket, envelop’d well his form,\n  Folded the blanket well, tucking it carefully over head and\n      carefully under feet,\n  And there and then and bathed by the rising sun, my son in his\n      grave, in his rude-dug grave I deposited,\n  Ending my vigil strange with that, vigil of night and battle-field dim,\n  Vigil for boy of responding kisses, (never again on earth responding,)\n  Vigil for comrade swiftly slain, vigil I never forget, how as day\n      brighten’d,\n  I rose from the chill ground and folded my soldier well in his blanket,\n  And buried him where he fell.","themes":["love","nature","hope","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0156","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0156","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0157","title":"A March in the Ranks Hard-Prest, and the Road Unknown","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown,\n  A route through a heavy wood with muffled steps in the darkness,\n  Our army foil’d with loss severe, and the sullen remnant retreating,\n  Till after midnight glimmer upon us the lights of a dim-lighted building,\n  We come to an open space in the woods, and halt by the dim-lighted building,\n  ’Tis a large old church at the crossing roads, now an impromptu hospital,\n  Entering but for a minute I see a sight beyond all the pictures and\n      poems ever made,\n  Shadows of deepest, deepest black, just lit by moving candles and lamps,\n  And by one great pitchy torch stationary with wild red flame and\n      clouds of smoke,\n  By these, crowds, groups of forms vaguely I see on the floor, some\n      in the pews laid down,\n  At my feet more distinctly a soldier, a mere lad, in danger of\n      bleeding to death, (he is shot in the abdomen,)\n  I stanch the blood temporarily, (the youngster’s face is white as a lily,)\n  Then before I depart I sweep my eyes o’er the scene fain to absorb it all,\n  Faces, varieties, postures beyond description, most in obscurity,\n      some of them dead,\n  Surgeons operating, attendants holding lights, the smell of ether,\n      odor of blood,\n  The crowd, O the crowd of the bloody forms, the yard outside also fill’d,\n  Some on the bare ground, some on planks or stretchers, some in the\n      death-spasm sweating,\n  An occasional scream or cry, the doctor’s shouted orders or calls,\n  The glisten of the little steel instruments catching the glint of\n      the torches,\n  These I resume as I chant, I see again the forms, I smell the odor,\n  Then hear outside the orders given, Fall in, my men, fall in;\n  But first I bend to the dying lad, his eyes open, a half-smile gives he me,\n  Then the eyes close, calmly close, and I speed forth to the darkness,\n  Resuming, marching, ever in darkness marching, on in the ranks,\n  The unknown road still marching.","themes":["time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0157","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0157","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0158","title":"A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim,\n  As from my tent I emerge so early sleepless,\n  As slow I walk in the cool fresh air the path near by the hospital tent,\n  Three forms I see on stretchers lying, brought out there untended lying,\n  Over each the blanket spread, ample brownish woolen blanket,\n  Gray and heavy blanket, folding, covering all.\n\n  Curious I halt and silent stand,\n  Then with light fingers I from the face of the nearest the first\n      just lift the blanket;\n  Who are you elderly man so gaunt and grim, with well-gray’d hair,\n      and flesh all sunken about the eyes?\n  Who are you my dear comrade?\n  Then to the second I step—and who are you my child and darling?\n  Who are you sweet boy with cheeks yet blooming?\n  Then to the third—a face nor child nor old, very calm, as of\n      beautiful yellow-white ivory;\n  Young man I think I know you—I think this face is the face of the\n      Christ himself,\n  Dead and divine and brother of all, and here again he lies.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0158","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0158","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0159","title":"As Toilsome I Wander’d Virginia’s Woods","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"As toilsome I wander’d Virginia’s woods,\n  To the music of rustling leaves kick’d by my feet, (for ’twas autumn,)\n  I mark’d at the foot of a tree the grave of a soldier;\n  Mortally wounded he and buried on the retreat, (easily all could\n      understand,)\n  The halt of a mid-day hour, when up! no time to lose—yet this sign left,\n  On a tablet scrawl’d and nail’d on the tree by the grave,\n  Bold, cautious, true, and my loving comrade.\n\n  Long, long I muse, then on my way go wandering,\n  Many a changeful season to follow, and many a scene of life,\n  Yet at times through changeful season and scene, abrupt, alone, or\n      in the crowded street,\n  Comes before me the unknown soldier’s grave, comes the inscription\n      rude in Virginia’s woods,\n  Bold, cautious, true, and my loving comrade.","themes":["nature","time","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0159","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0159","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0160","title":"Not the Pilot","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Not the pilot has charged himself to bring his ship into port,\n      though beaten back and many times baffled;\n  Not the pathfinder penetrating inland weary and long,\n  By deserts parch’d, snows chill’d, rivers wet, perseveres till he\n      reaches his destination,\n  More than I have charged myself, heeded or unheeded, to compose\n      march for these States,\n  For a battle-call, rousing to arms if need be, years, centuries hence.","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0160","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0160","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0161","title":"Year That Trembled and Reel’d Beneath Me","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Year that trembled and reel’d beneath me!\n  Your summer wind was warm enough, yet the air I breathed froze me,\n  A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken’d me,\n  Must I change my triumphant songs? said I to myself,\n  Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baffled?\n  And sullen hymns of defeat?","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0161","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0161","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0162","title":"The Wound-Dresser","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  An old man bending I come among new faces,\n  Years looking backward resuming in answer to children,\n  Come tell us old man, as from young men and maidens that love me,\n  (Arous’d and angry, I’d thought to beat the alarum, and urge relentless war,\n  But soon my fingers fail’d me, my face droop’d and I resign’d myself,\n  To sit by the wounded and soothe them, or silently watch the dead;)\n  Years hence of these scenes, of these furious passions, these chances,\n  Of unsurpass’d heroes, (was one side so brave? the other was equally brave;)\n  Now be witness again, paint the mightiest armies of earth,\n  Of those armies so rapid so wondrous what saw you to tell us?\n  What stays with you latest and deepest? of curious panics,\n  Of hard-fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains?\n\n       2\n  O maidens and young men I love and that love me,\n  What you ask of my days those the strangest and sudden your talking recalls,\n  Soldier alert I arrive after a long march cover’d with sweat and dust,\n  In the nick of time I come, plunge in the fight, loudly shout in the\n      rush of successful charge,\n  Enter the captur’d works—yet lo, like a swift-running river they fade,\n  Pass and are gone they fade—I dwell not on soldiers’ perils or\n      soldiers’ joys,\n  (Both I remember well—many the hardships, few the joys, yet I was content.)\n\n  But in silence, in dreams’ projections,\n  While the world of gain and appearance and mirth goes on,\n  So soon what is over forgotten, and waves wash the imprints off the sand,\n  With hinged knees returning I enter the doors, (while for you up there,\n  Whoever you are, follow without noise and be of strong heart.)\n\n  Bearing the bandages, water and sponge,\n  Straight and swift to my wounded I go,\n  Where they lie on the ground after the battle brought in,\n  Where their priceless blood reddens the grass the ground,\n  Or to the rows of the hospital tent, or under the roof’d hospital,\n  To the long rows of cots up and down each side I return,\n  To each and all one after another I draw near, not one do I miss,\n  An attendant follows holding a tray, he carries a refuse pail,\n  Soon to be fill’d with clotted rags and blood, emptied, and fill’d again.\n\n  I onward go, I stop,\n  With hinged knees and steady hand to dress wounds,\n  I am firm with each, the pangs are sharp yet unavoidable,\n  One turns to me his appealing eyes—poor boy! I never knew you,\n  Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you, if that\n      would save you.\n\n       3\n  On, on I go, (open doors of time! open hospital doors!)\n  The crush’d head I dress, (poor crazed hand tear not the bandage away,)\n  The neck of the cavalry-man with the bullet through and through examine,\n  Hard the breathing rattles, quite glazed already the eye, yet life\n      struggles hard,\n  (Come sweet death! be persuaded O beautiful death!\n  In mercy come quickly.)\n\n  From the stump of the arm, the amputated hand,\n  I undo the clotted lint, remove the slough, wash off the matter and blood,\n  Back on his pillow the soldier bends with curv’d neck and side falling head,\n  His eyes are closed, his face is pale, he dares not look on the\n      bloody stump,\n  And has not yet look’d on it.\n\n  I dress a wound in the side, deep, deep,\n  But a day or two more, for see the frame all wasted and sinking,\n  And the yellow-blue countenance see.\n\n  I dress the perforated shoulder, the foot with the bullet-wound,\n  Cleanse the one with a gnawing and putrid gangrene, so sickening,\n      so offensive,\n  While the attendant stands behind aside me holding the tray and pail.\n\n  I am faithful, I do not give out,\n  The fractur’d thigh, the knee, the wound in the abdomen,\n  These and more I dress with impassive hand, (yet deep in my breast\n      a fire, a burning flame.)\n\n       4\n  Thus in silence in dreams’ projections,\n  Returning, resuming, I thread my way through the hospitals,\n  The hurt and wounded I pacify with soothing hand,\n  I sit by the restless all the dark night, some are so young,\n  Some suffer so much, I recall the experience sweet and sad,\n  (Many a soldier’s loving arms about this neck have cross’d and rested,\n  Many a soldier’s kiss dwells on these bearded lips.)","themes":["love","hope","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0162","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0162","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0163","title":"Long, Too Long America","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Long, too long America,\n  Traveling roads all even and peaceful you learn’d from joys and\n      prosperity only,\n  But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish, advancing,\n      grappling with direst fate and recoiling not,\n  And now to conceive and show to the world what your children\n      en-masse really are,\n  (For who except myself has yet conceiv’d what your children en-masse\n      really are?)","themes":["home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0163","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0163","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0164","title":"Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling,\n  Give me autumnal fruit ripe and red from the orchard,\n  Give me a field where the unmow’d grass grows,\n  Give me an arbor, give me the trellis’d grape,\n  Give me fresh corn and wheat, give me serene-moving animals teaching\n      content,\n  Give me nights perfectly quiet as on high plateaus west of the\n      Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars,\n  Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can\n      walk undisturb’d,\n  Give me for marriage a sweet-breath’d woman of whom I should never tire,\n  Give me a perfect child, give me away aside from the noise of the\n      world a rural domestic life,\n  Give me to warble spontaneous songs recluse by myself, for my own ears only,\n  Give me solitude, give me Nature, give me again O Nature your primal\n      sanities!\n\n  These demanding to have them, (tired with ceaseless excitement, and\n      rack’d by the war-strife,)\n  These to procure incessantly asking, rising in cries from my heart,\n  While yet incessantly asking still I adhere to my city,\n  Day upon day and year upon year O city, walking your streets,\n  Where you hold me enchain’d a certain time refusing to give me up,\n  Yet giving to make me glutted, enrich’d of soul, you give me forever faces;\n  (O I see what I sought to escape, confronting, reversing my cries,\n  see my own soul trampling down what it ask’d for.)\n\n       2\n  Keep your splendid silent sun,\n  Keep your woods O Nature, and the quiet places by the woods,\n  Keep your fields of clover and timothy, and your corn-fields and orchards,\n  Keep the blossoming buckwheat fields where the Ninth-month bees hum;\n  Give me faces and streets—give me these phantoms incessant and\n      endless along the trottoirs!\n  Give me interminable eyes—give me women—give me comrades and\n      lovers by the thousand!\n  Let me see new ones every day—let me hold new ones by the hand every day!\n  Give me such shows—give me the streets of Manhattan!\n  Give me Broadway, with the soldiers marching—give me the sound of\n      the trumpets and drums!\n  (The soldiers in companies or regiments—some starting away, flush’d\n      and reckless,\n  Some, their time up, returning with thinn’d ranks, young, yet very\n      old, worn, marching, noticing nothing;)\n  Give me the shores and wharves heavy-fringed with black ships!\n  O such for me! O an intense life, full to repletion and varied!\n  The life of the theatre, bar-room, huge hotel, for me!\n  The saloon of the steamer! the crowded excursion for me! the\n      torchlight procession!\n  The dense brigade bound for the war, with high piled military wagons\n      following;\n  People, endless, streaming, with strong voices, passions, pageants,\n  Manhattan streets with their powerful throbs, with beating drums as now,\n  The endless and noisy chorus, the rustle and clank of muskets, (even\n      the sight of the wounded,)\n  Manhattan crowds, with their turbulent musical chorus!\n  Manhattan faces and eyes forever for me.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0164","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0164","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0165","title":"Dirge for Two Veterans","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The last sunbeam\n  Lightly falls from the finish’d Sabbath,\n  On the pavement here, and there beyond it is looking,\n       Down a new-made double grave.\n\n       Lo, the moon ascending,\n  Up from the east the silvery round moon,\n  Beautiful over the house-tops, ghastly, phantom moon,\n       Immense and silent moon.\n\n       I see a sad procession,\n  And I hear the sound of coming full-key’d bugles,\n  All the channels of the city streets they’re flooding,\n       As with voices and with tears.\n\n       I hear the great drums pounding,\n  And the small drums steady whirring,\n  And every blow of the great convulsive drums,\n       Strikes me through and through.\n\n       For the son is brought with the father,\n  (In the foremost ranks of the fierce assault they fell,\n  Two veterans son and father dropt together,\n       And the double grave awaits them.)\n\n       Now nearer blow the bugles,\n  And the drums strike more convulsive,\n  And the daylight o’er the pavement quite has faded,\n       And the strong dead-march enwraps me.\n\n       In the eastern sky up-buoying,\n  The sorrowful vast phantom moves illumin’d,\n  (’Tis some mother’s large transparent face,\n       In heaven brighter growing.)\n\n       O strong dead-march you please me!\n  O moon immense with your silvery face you soothe me!\n  O my soldiers twain! O my veterans passing to burial!\n       What I have I also give you.\n\n       The moon gives you light,\n  And the bugles and the drums give you music,\n  And my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans,\n       My heart gives you love.","themes":["love","grief","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0165","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0165","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0166","title":"Over the Carnage Rose Prophetic a Voice","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Over the carnage rose prophetic a voice,\n  Be not dishearten’d, affection shall solve the problems of freedom yet,\n  Those who love each other shall become invincible,\n  They shall yet make Columbia victorious.\n\n  Sons of the Mother of All, you shall yet be victorious,\n  You shall yet laugh to scorn the attacks of all the remainder of the earth.\n\n  No danger shall balk Columbia’s lovers,\n  If need be a thousand shall sternly immolate themselves for one.\n\n  One from Massachusetts shall be a Missourian’s comrade,\n  From Maine and from hot Carolina, and another an Oregonese, shall\n      be friends triune,\n  More precious to each other than all the riches of the earth.\n\n  To Michigan, Florida perfumes shall tenderly come,\n  Not the perfumes of flowers, but sweeter, and wafted beyond death.\n\n  It shall be customary in the houses and streets to see manly affection,\n  The most dauntless and rude shall touch face to face lightly,\n  The dependence of Liberty shall be lovers,\n  The continuance of Equality shall be comrades.\n\n  These shall tie you and band you stronger than hoops of iron,\n  I, ecstatic, O partners! O lands! with the love of lovers tie you.\n\n  (Were you looking to be held together by lawyers?\n  Or by an agreement on a paper? or by arms?\n  Nay, nor the world, nor any living thing, will so cohere.)","themes":["love","nature","death","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0166","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0166","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0167","title":"I Saw Old General at Bay","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I saw old General at bay,\n  (Old as he was, his gray eyes yet shone out in battle like stars,)\n  His small force was now completely hemm’d in, in his works,\n  He call’d for volunteers to run the enemy’s lines, a desperate emergency,\n  I saw a hundred and more step forth from the ranks, but two or three\n      were selected,\n  I saw them receive their orders aside, they listen’d with care, the\n      adjutant was very grave,\n  I saw them depart with cheerfulness, freely risking their lives.","themes":["time","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0167","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0167","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0168","title":"The Artilleryman’s Vision","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"While my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long,\n  And my head on the pillow rests at home, and the vacant midnight passes,\n  And through the stillness, through the dark, I hear, just hear, the\n      breath of my infant,\n  There in the room as I wake from sleep this vision presses upon me;\n  The engagement opens there and then in fantasy unreal,\n  The skirmishers begin, they crawl cautiously ahead, I hear the\n      irregular snap! snap!\n  I hear the sounds of the different missiles, the short t-h-t! t-h-t!\n      of the rifle-balls,\n  I see the shells exploding leaving small white clouds, I hear the\n      great shells shrieking as they pass,\n  The grape like the hum and whirr of wind through the trees,\n      (tumultuous now the contest rages,)\n  All the scenes at the batteries rise in detail before me again,\n  The crashing and smoking, the pride of the men in their pieces,\n  The chief-gunner ranges and sights his piece and selects a fuse of\n      the right time,\n  After firing I see him lean aside and look eagerly off to note the effect;\n  Elsewhere I hear the cry of a regiment charging, (the young colonel\n      leads himself this time with brandish’d sword,)\n  I see the gaps cut by the enemy’s volleys, (quickly fill’d up, no delay,)\n  I breathe the suffocating smoke, then the flat clouds hover low\n      concealing all;\n  Now a strange lull for a few seconds, not a shot fired on either side,\n  Then resumed the chaos louder than ever, with eager calls and\n      orders of officers,\n  While from some distant part of the field the wind wafts to my ears\n      a shout of applause, (some special success,)\n  And ever the sound of the cannon far or near, (rousing even in\n      dreams a devilish exultation and all the old mad joy in the\n      depths of my soul,)\n  And ever the hastening of infantry shifting positions, batteries,\n      cavalry, moving hither and thither,\n  (The falling, dying, I heed not, the wounded dripping and red\n      heed not, some to the rear are hobbling,)\n  Grime, heat, rush, aide-de-camps galloping by or on a full run,\n  With the patter of small arms, the warning s-s-t of the rifles,\n      (these in my vision I hear or see,)\n  And bombs bursting in air, and at night the vari-color’d rockets.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0168","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0168","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0169","title":"Ethiopia Saluting the Colors","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Who are you dusky woman, so ancient hardly human,\n  With your woolly-white and turban’d head, and bare bony feet?\n  Why rising by the roadside here, do you the colors greet?\n\n  (’Tis while our army lines Carolina’s sands and pines,\n  Forth from thy hovel door thou Ethiopia com’st to me,\n  As under doughty Sherman I march toward the sea.)\n\n  Me master years a hundred since from my parents sunder’d,\n  A little child, they caught me as the savage beast is caught,\n  Then hither me across the sea the cruel slaver brought.\n\n  No further does she say, but lingering all the day,\n  Her high-borne turban’d head she wags, and rolls her darkling eye,\n  And courtesies to the regiments, the guidons moving by.\n\n  What is it fateful woman, so blear, hardly human?\n  Why wag your head with turban bound, yellow, red and green?\n  Are the things so strange and marvelous you see or have seen?","themes":["time","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0169","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0169","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0170","title":"Not Youth Pertains to Me","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Not youth pertains to me,\n  Nor delicatesse, I cannot beguile the time with talk,\n  Awkward in the parlor, neither a dancer nor elegant,\n  In the learn’d coterie sitting constrain’d and still, for learning\n      inures not to me,\n  Beauty, knowledge, inure not to me—yet there are two or three things\n      inure to me,\n  I have nourish’d the wounded and sooth’d many a dying soldier,\n  And at intervals waiting or in the midst of camp,\n  Composed these songs.","themes":["time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0170","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0170","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0171","title":"Race of Veterans","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Race of veterans—race of victors!\n  Race of the soil, ready for conflict—race of the conquering march!\n  (No more credulity’s race, abiding-temper’d race,)\n  Race henceforth owning no law but the law of itself,\n  Race of passion and the storm.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0171","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0171","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0172","title":"World Take Good Notice","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"World take good notice, silver stars fading,\n  Milky hue ript, wet of white detaching,\n  Coals thirty-eight, baleful and burning,\n  Scarlet, significant, hands off warning,\n  Now and henceforth flaunt from these shores.","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0172","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0172","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0173","title":"O Tan-Faced Prairie-Boy","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"O tan-faced prairie-boy,\n  Before you came to camp came many a welcome gift,\n  Praises and presents came and nourishing food, till at last among\n      the recruits,\n  You came, taciturn, with nothing to give—we but look’d on each other,\n  When lo! more than all the gifts of the world you gave me.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0173","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0173","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0174","title":"Look Down Fair Moon","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Look down fair moon and bathe this scene,\n  Pour softly down night’s nimbus floods on faces ghastly, swollen, purple,\n  On the dead on their backs with arms toss’d wide,\n  Pour down your unstinted nimbus sacred moon.","themes":["death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0174","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0174","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0175","title":"Reconciliation","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Word over all, beautiful as the sky,\n  Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be\n      utterly lost,\n  That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly\n      wash again, and ever again, this solid world;\n  For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead,\n  I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin—I draw near,\n  Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.","themes":["time","spirituality","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0175","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0175","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0176","title":"How Solemn As One by One [Washington City, 1865]","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"How solemn as one by one,\n  As the ranks returning worn and sweaty, as the men file by where stand,\n  As the faces the masks appear, as I glance at the faces studying the masks,\n  (As I glance upward out of this page studying you, dear friend,\n      whoever you are,)\n  How solemn the thought of my whispering soul to each in the ranks,\n      and to you,\n  I see behind each mask that wonder a kindred soul,\n  O the bullet could never kill what you really are, dear friend,\n  Nor the bayonet stab what you really are;\n  The soul! yourself I see, great as any, good as the best,\n  Waiting secure and content, which the bullet could never kill,\n  Nor the bayonet stab O friend.","themes":["love","spirituality","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0176","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0176","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0177","title":"As I Lay with My Head in Your Lap Camerado","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"As I lay with my head in your lap camerado,\n  The confession I made I resume, what I said to you and the open air\n      I resume,\n  I know I am restless and make others so,\n  I know my words are weapons full of danger, full of death,\n  For I confront peace, security, and all the settled laws, to\n      unsettle them,\n  I am more resolute because all have denied me than I could ever have\n      been had all accepted me,\n  I heed not and have never heeded either experience, cautions,\n      majorities, nor ridicule,\n  And the threat of what is call’d hell is little or nothing to me,\n  And the lure of what is call’d heaven is little or nothing to me;\n  Dear camerado! I confess I have urged you onward with me, and still\n      urge you, without the least idea what is our destination,\n  Or whether we shall be victorious, or utterly quell’d and defeated.","themes":["love","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0177","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0177","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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(how I watch’d you through the smoke of battle pressing!\n  How I heard you flap and rustle, cloth defiant!)\n  Flag cerulean—sunny flag, with the orbs of night dappled!\n  Ah my silvery beauty—ah my woolly white and crimson!\n  Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty!\n  My sacred one, my mother.","themes":["death","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0178","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0178","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0179","title":"To a Certain Civilian","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Did you ask dulcet rhymes from me?\n  Did you seek the civilian’s peaceful and languishing rhymes?\n  Did you find what I sang erewhile so hard to follow?\n  Why I was not singing erewhile for you to follow, to understand—nor\n      am I now;\n  (I have been born of the same as the war was born,\n  The drum-corps’ rattle is ever to me sweet music, I love well the\n      martial dirge,\n  With slow wail and convulsive throb leading the officer’s funeral;)\n  What to such as you anyhow such a poet as I? therefore leave my works,\n  And go lull yourself with what you can understand, and with piano-tunes,\n  For I lull nobody, and you will never understand me.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0179","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0179","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0180","title":"Lo, Victress on the Peaks","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Lo, Victress on the peaks,\n  Where thou with mighty brow regarding the world,\n  (The world O Libertad, that vainly conspired against thee,)\n  Out of its countless beleaguering toils, after thwarting them all,\n  Dominant, with the dazzling sun around thee,\n  Flauntest now unharm’d in immortal soundness and bloom—lo, in\n      these hours supreme,\n  No poem proud, I chanting bring to thee, nor mastery’s rapturous verse,\n  But a cluster containing night’s darkness and blood-dripping wounds,\n  And psalms of the dead.","themes":["death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0180","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0180","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0181","title":"Spirit Whose Work Is Done [Washington City, 1865]","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Spirit whose work is done—spirit of dreadful hours!\n  Ere departing fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets;\n  Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts, (yet onward ever unfaltering\n      pressing,)\n  Spirit of many a solemn day and many a savage scene—electric spirit,\n  That with muttering voice through the war now closed, like a\n      tireless phantom flitted,\n  Rousing the land with breath of flame, while you beat and beat the drum,\n  Now as the sound of the drum, hollow and harsh to the last,\n      reverberates round me,\n  As your ranks, your immortal ranks, return, return from the battles,\n  As the muskets of the young men yet lean over their shoulders,\n  As I look on the bayonets bristling over their shoulders,\n  As those slanted bayonets, whole forests of them appearing in the\n      distance, approach and pass on, returning homeward,\n  Moving with steady motion, swaying to and fro to the right and left,\n  Evenly lightly rising and falling while the steps keep time;\n  Spirit of hours I knew, all hectic red one day, but pale as death next day,\n  Touch my mouth ere you depart, press my lips close,\n  Leave me your pulses of rage—bequeath them to me—fill me with\n      currents convulsive,\n  Let them scorch and blister out of my chants when you are gone,\n  Let them identify you to the future in these songs.","themes":["time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0181","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0181","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0182","title":"Adieu to a Soldier","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Adieu O soldier,\n  You of the rude campaigning, (which we shared,)\n  The rapid march, the life of the camp,\n  The hot contention of opposing fronts, the long manœuvre,\n  Red battles with their slaughter, the stimulus, the strong terrific game,\n  Spell of all brave and manly hearts, the trains of time through you\n      and like of you all fill’d,\n  With war and war’s expression.\n\n  Adieu dear comrade,\n  Your mission is fulfill’d—but I, more warlike,\n  Myself and this contentious soul of mine,\n  Still on our own campaigning bound,\n  Through untried roads with ambushes opponents lined,\n  Through many a sharp defeat and many a crisis, often baffled,\n  Here marching, ever marching on, a war fight out—aye here,\n  To fiercer, weightier battles give expression.","themes":["love","hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0182","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0182","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0183","title":"Turn O Libertad","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Turn O Libertad, for the war is over,\n  From it and all henceforth expanding, doubting no more, resolute,\n      sweeping the world,\n  Turn from lands retrospective recording proofs of the past,\n  From the singers that sing the trailing glories of the past,\n  From the chants of the feudal world, the triumphs of kings, slavery, caste,\n  Turn to the world, the triumphs reserv’d and to come—give up that\n      backward world,\n  Leave to the singers of hitherto, give them the trailing past,\n  But what remains remains for singers for you—wars to come are for you,\n  (Lo, how the wars of the past have duly inured to you, and the wars\n      of the present also inure;)\n  Then turn, and be not alarm’d O Libertad—turn your undying face,\n  To where the future, greater than all the past,\n  Is swiftly, surely preparing for you.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0183","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0183","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0184","title":"To the Leaven’d Soil They Trod","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"To the leaven’d soil they trod calling I sing for the last,\n  (Forth from my tent emerging for good, loosing, untying the tent-ropes,)\n  In the freshness the forenoon air, in the far-stretching circuits\n      and vistas again to peace restored,\n  To the fiery fields emanative and the endless vistas beyond, to the\n      South and the North,\n  To the leaven’d soil of the general Western world to attest my songs,\n  To the Alleghanian hills and the tireless Mississippi,\n  To the rocks I calling sing, and all the trees in the woods,\n  To the plains of the poems of heroes, to the prairies spreading wide,\n  To the far-off sea and the unseen winds, and the sane impalpable air;\n  And responding they answer all, (but not in words,)\n  The average earth, the witness of war and peace, acknowledges mutely,\n  The prairie draws me close, as the father to bosom broad the son,\n  The Northern ice and rain that began me nourish me to the end,\n  But the hot sun of the South is to fully ripen my songs.","themes":["nature","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0184","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0184","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0185","title":"MEMORIES OF PRESIDENT LINCOLN","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d,\n  And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,\n  I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.\n\n  Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,\n  Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,\n  And thought of him I love.\n\n       2\n  O powerful western fallen star!\n  O shades of night—O moody, tearful night!\n  O great star disappear’d—O the black murk that hides the star!\n  O cruel hands that hold me powerless—O helpless soul of me!\n  O harsh surrounding cloud that will not free my soul.\n\n3\n  In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash’d palings,\n  Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,\n  With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love,\n  With every leaf a miracle—and from this bush in the dooryard,\n  With delicate-color’d blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,\n  A sprig with its flower I break.\n\n       4\n  In the swamp in secluded recesses,\n  A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song.\n\n  Solitary the thrush,\n  The hermit withdrawn to himself, avoiding the settlements,\n  Sings by himself a song.\n\n  Song of the bleeding throat,\n  Death’s outlet song of life, (for well dear brother I know,\n  If thou wast not granted to sing thou wouldst surely die.)\n\n       5\n  Over the breast of the spring, the land, amid cities,\n  Amid lanes and through old woods, where lately the violets peep’d\n      from the ground, spotting the gray debris,\n  Amid the grass in the fields each side of the lanes, passing the\n      endless grass,\n  Passing the yellow-spear’d wheat, every grain from its shroud in the\n      dark-brown fields uprisen,\n  Passing the apple-tree blows of white and pink in the orchards,\n  Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave,\n  Night and day journeys a coffin.\n\n       6\n  Coffin that passes through lanes and streets,\n  Through day and night with the great cloud darkening the land,\n  With the pomp of the inloop’d flags with the cities draped in black,\n  With the show of the States themselves as of crape-veil’d women standing,\n  With processions long and winding and the flambeaus of the night,\n  With the countless torches lit, with the silent sea of faces and the\n      unbared heads,\n  With the waiting depot, the arriving coffin, and the sombre faces,\n  With dirges through the night, with the thousand voices rising strong\n      and solemn,\n  With all the mournful voices of the dirges pour’d around the coffin,\n  The dim-lit churches and the shuddering organs—where amid these\n      you journey,\n  With the tolling tolling bells’ perpetual clang,\n  Here, coffin that slowly passes,\n  I give you my sprig of lilac.\n\n       7\n  (Nor for you, for one alone,\n  Blossoms and branches green to coffins all I bring,\n  For fresh as the morning, thus would I chant a song for you O sane\n      and sacred death.\n\n  All over bouquets of roses,\n  O death, I cover you over with roses and early lilies,\n  But mostly and now the lilac that blooms the first,\n  Copious I break, I break the sprigs from the bushes,\n  With loaded arms I come, pouring for you,\n  For you and the coffins all of you O death.)\n\n       8\n  O western orb sailing the heaven,\n  Now I know what you must have meant as a month since I walk’d,\n  As I walk’d in silence the transparent shadowy night,\n  As I saw you had something to tell as you bent to me night after night,\n  As you droop’d from the sky low down as if to my side, (while the\n      other stars all look’d on,)\n  As we wander’d together the solemn night, (for something I know not\n      what kept me from sleep,)\n  As the night advanced, and I saw on the rim of the west how full you\n      were of woe,\n  As I stood on the rising ground in the breeze in the cool transparent night,\n  As I watch’d where you pass’d and was lost in the netherward black\n      of the night,\n  As my soul in its trouble dissatisfied sank, as where you sad orb,\n  Concluded, dropt in the night, and was gone.\n\n       9\n  Sing on there in the swamp,\n  O singer bashful and tender, I hear your notes, I hear your call,\n  I hear, I come presently, I understand you,\n  But a moment I linger, for the lustrous star has detain’d me,\n  The star my departing comrade holds and detains me.\n\n       10\n  O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved?\n  And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone?\n  And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love?\n\n  Sea-winds blown from east and west,\n  Blown from the Eastern sea and blown from the Western sea, till\n      there on the prairies meeting,\n  These and with these and the breath of my chant,\n  I’ll perfume the grave of him I love.\n\n       11\n  O what shall I hang on the chamber walls?\n  And what shall the pictures be that I hang on the walls,\n  To adorn the burial-house of him I love?\n  Pictures of growing spring and farms and homes,\n  With the Fourth-month eve at sundown, and the gray smoke lucid and bright,\n  With floods of the yellow gold of the gorgeous, indolent, sinking\n      sun, burning, expanding the air,\n  With the fresh sweet herbage under foot, and the pale green leaves\n      of the trees prolific,\n  In the distance the flowing glaze, the breast of the river, with a\n      wind-dapple here and there,\n  With ranging hills on the banks, with many a line against the sky,\n      and shadows,\n  And the city at hand with dwellings so dense, and stacks of chimneys,\n  And all the scenes of life and the workshops, and the workmen\n      homeward returning.\n\n       12\n  Lo, body and soul—this land,\n  My own Manhattan with spires, and the sparkling and hurrying tides,\n      and the ships,\n  The varied and ample land, the South and the North in the light,\n      Ohio’s shores and flashing Missouri,\n  And ever the far-spreading prairies cover’d with grass and corn.\n\n  Lo, the most excellent sun so calm and haughty,\n  The violet and purple morn with just-felt breezes,\n  The gentle soft-born measureless light,\n  The miracle spreading bathing all, the fulfill’d noon,\n  The coming eve delicious, the welcome night and the stars,\n  Over my cities shining all, enveloping man and land.\n\n       13\n  Sing on, sing on you gray-brown bird,\n  Sing from the swamps, the recesses, pour your chant from the bushes,\n  Limitless out of the dusk, out of the cedars and pines.\n\n  Sing on dearest brother, warble your reedy song,\n  Loud human song, with voice of uttermost woe.\n\n  O liquid and free and tender!\n  O wild and loose to my soul—O wondrous singer!\n  You only I hear—yet the star holds me, (but will soon depart,)\n  Yet the lilac with mastering odor holds me.\n\n       14\n  Now while I sat in the day and look’d forth,\n  In the close of the day with its light and the fields of spring, and\n      the farmers preparing their crops,\n  In the large unconscious scenery of my land with its lakes and forests,\n  In the heavenly aerial beauty, (after the perturb’d winds and the storms,)\n  Under the arching heavens of the afternoon swift passing, and the\n      voices of children and women,\n  The many-moving sea-tides, and I saw the ships how they sail’d,\n  And the summer approaching with richness, and the fields all busy\n      with labor,\n  And the infinite separate houses, how they all went on, each with\n      its meals and minutia of daily usages,\n  And the streets how their throbbings throbb’d, and the cities pent—\n      lo, then and there,\n  Falling upon them all and among them all, enveloping me with the rest,\n  Appear’d the cloud, appear’d the long black trail,\n  And I knew death, its thought, and the sacred knowledge of death.\n\n  Then with the knowledge of death as walking one side of me,\n  And the thought of death close-walking the other side of me,\n  And I in the middle as with companions, and as holding the hands of\n      companions,\n  I fled forth to the hiding receiving night that talks not,\n  Down to the shores of the water, the path by the swamp in the dimness,\n  To the solemn shadowy cedars and ghostly pines so still.\n\n  And the singer so shy to the rest receiv’d me,\n  The gray-brown bird I know receiv’d us comrades three,\n  And he sang the carol of death, and a verse for him I love.\n\n  From deep secluded recesses,\n  From the fragrant cedars and the ghostly pines so still,\n  Came the carol of the bird.\n\n  And the charm of the carol rapt me,\n  As I held as if by their hands my comrades in the night,\n  And the voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird.\n\n  Come lovely and soothing death,\n  Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving,\n  In the day, in the night, to all, to each,\n  Sooner or later delicate death.\n\n  Prais’d be the fathomless universe,\n  For life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious,\n  And for love, sweet love—but praise! praise! praise!\n  For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding death.\n\n  Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet,\n  Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome?\n  Then I chant it for thee, I glorify thee above all,\n  I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly.\n\n  Approach strong deliveress,\n  When it is so, when thou hast taken them I joyously sing the dead,\n  Lost in the loving floating ocean of thee,\n  Laved in the flood of thy bliss O death.\n\n  From me to thee glad serenades,\n  Dances for thee I propose saluting thee, adornments and feastings for thee,\n  And the sights of the open landscape and the high-spread shy are fitting,\n  And life and the fields, and the huge and thoughtful night.\n\n  The night in silence under many a star,\n  The ocean shore and the husky whispering wave whose voice I know,\n  And the soul turning to thee O vast and well-veil’d death,\n  And the body gratefully nestling close to thee.\n\n  Over the tree-tops I float thee a song,\n  Over the rising and sinking waves, over the myriad fields and the\n      prairies wide,\n  Over the dense-pack’d cities all and the teeming wharves and ways,\n  I float this carol with joy, with joy to thee O death.\n\n       15\n  To the tally of my soul,\n  Loud and strong kept up the gray-brown bird,\n  With pure deliberate notes spreading filling the night.\n\n  Loud in the pines and cedars dim,\n  Clear in the freshness moist and the swamp-perfume,\n  And I with my comrades there in the night.\n\n  While my sight that was bound in my eyes unclosed,\n  As to long panoramas of visions.\n\n  And I saw askant the armies,\n  I saw as in noiseless dreams hundreds of battle-flags,\n  Borne through the smoke of the battles and pierc’d with missiles I saw them,\n  And carried hither and yon through the smoke, and torn and bloody,\n  And at last but a few shreds left on the staffs, (and all in silence,)\n  And the staffs all splinter’d and broken.\n\n  I saw battle-corpses, myriads of them,\n  And the white skeletons of young men, I saw them,\n  I saw the debris and debris of all the slain soldiers of the war,\n  But I saw they were not as was thought,\n  They themselves were fully at rest, they suffer’d not,\n  The living remain’d and suffer’d, the mother suffer’d,\n  And the wife and the child and the musing comrade suffer’d,\n  And the armies that remain’d suffer’d.\n\n       16\n  Passing the visions, passing the night,\n  Passing, unloosing the hold of my comrades’ hands,\n  Passing the song of the hermit bird and the tallying song of my soul,\n  Victorious song, death’s outlet song, yet varying ever-altering song,\n  As low and wailing, yet clear the notes, rising and falling,\n      flooding the night,\n  Sadly sinking and fainting, as warning and warning, and yet again\n      bursting with joy,\n  Covering the earth and filling the spread of the heaven,\n  As that powerful psalm in the night I heard from recesses,\n  Passing, I leave thee lilac with heart-shaped leaves,\n  I leave thee there in the door-yard, blooming, returning with spring.\n\n  I cease from my song for thee,\n  From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west, communing with thee,\n  O comrade lustrous with silver face in the night.\n\n  Yet each to keep and all, retrievements out of the night,\n  The song, the wondrous chant of the gray-brown bird,\n  And the tallying chant, the echo arous’d in my soul,\n  With the lustrous and drooping star with the countenance full of woe,\n  With the holders holding my hand nearing the call of the bird,\n  Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep, for\n      the dead I loved so well,\n  For the sweetest, wisest soul of all my days and lands—and this for\n      his dear sake,\n  Lilac and star and bird twined with the chant of my soul,\n  There in the fragrant pines and the cedars dusk and dim.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0185","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0185","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. The source is the expanded lifetime collection, not the 1855 first edition.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"a69a817262c9dd81be74312495b4b6f6b1e338b57ee84252de2909615b738b45","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0186","title":"O Captain! My Captain!","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,\n  The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,\n  The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,\n  While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;\n      But O heart! heart! heart!\n       O the bleeding drops of red,\n         Where on the deck my Captain lies,\n           Fallen cold and dead.\n\n  O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;\n  Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,\n  For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,\n  For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;\n      Here Captain! dear father!\n       This arm beneath your head!\n         It is some dream that on the deck,\n           You’ve fallen cold and dead.\n\n  My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,\n  My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,\n  The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,\n  From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;\n       Exult O shores, and ring O bells!\n         But I with mournful tread,\n           Walk the deck my Captain lies,\n             Fallen cold and dead.","themes":["love","death","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0186","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0186","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0187","title":"Hush’d Be the Camps To-Day [May 4, 1865","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Hush’d be the camps to-day,\n  And soldiers let us drape our war-worn weapons,\n  And each with musing soul retire to celebrate,\n  Our dear commander’s death.\n\n  No more for him life’s stormy conflicts,\n  Nor victory, nor defeat—no more time’s dark events,\n  Charging like ceaseless clouds across the sky.\n  But sing poet in our name,\n\n  Sing of the love we bore him—because you, dweller in camps, know it truly.\n\n  As they invault the coffin there,\n  Sing—as they close the doors of earth upon him—one verse,\n  For the heavy hearts of soldiers.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0187","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0187","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0188","title":"This Dust Was Once the Man","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"This dust was once the man,\n  Gentle, plain, just and resolute, under whose cautious hand,\n  Against the foulest crime in history known in any land or age,\n  Was saved the Union of these States.","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0188","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0188","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. The source is the expanded lifetime collection, not the 1855 first edition.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"7882623ab6bc84677c38c2bf71a4b5324a93dc211d40488827443145c2ec5643","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0189","title":"By Blue Ontario’s Shore","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"By blue Ontario’s shore,\n  As I mused of these warlike days and of peace return’d, and the\n      dead that return no more,\n  A Phantom gigantic superb, with stern visage accosted me,\n  Chant me the poem, it said, that comes from the soul of America,\n      chant me the carol of victory,\n  And strike up the marches of Libertad, marches more powerful yet,\n  And sing me before you go the song of the throes of Democracy.\n\n  (Democracy, the destin’d conqueror, yet treacherous lip-smiles everywhere,\n  And death and infidelity at every step.)\n\n       2\n  A Nation announcing itself,\n  I myself make the only growth by which I can be appreciated,\n  I reject none, accept all, then reproduce all in my own forms.\n\n  A breed whose proof is in time and deeds,\n  What we are we are, nativity is answer enough to objections,\n  We wield ourselves as a weapon is wielded,\n  We are powerful and tremendous in ourselves,\n  We are executive in ourselves, we are sufficient in the variety of\n      ourselves,\n  We are the most beautiful to ourselves and in ourselves,\n  We stand self-pois’d in the middle, branching thence over the world,\n  From Missouri, Nebraska, or Kansas, laughing attacks to scorn.\n\n  Nothing is sinful to us outside of ourselves,\n  Whatever appears, whatever does not appear, we are beautiful or\n      sinful in ourselves only.\n\n  (O Mother—O Sisters dear!\n  If we are lost, no victor else has destroy’d us,\n  It is by ourselves we go down to eternal night.)\n\n       3\n  Have you thought there could be but a single supreme?\n  There can be any number of supremes—one does not countervail\n      another any more than one eyesight countervails another, or\n      one life countervails another.\n\n  All is eligible to all,\n  All is for individuals, all is for you,\n  No condition is prohibited, not God’s or any.\n\n  All comes by the body, only health puts you rapport with the universe.\n\n  Produce great Persons, the rest follows.\n\n       4\n  Piety and conformity to them that like,\n  Peace, obesity, allegiance, to them that like,\n  I am he who tauntingly compels men, women, nations,\n  Crying, Leap from your seats and contend for your lives!\n\n  I am he who walks the States with a barb’d tongue, questioning every\n      one I meet,\n  Who are you that wanted only to be told what you knew before?\n  Who are you that wanted only a book to join you in your nonsense?\n\n  (With pangs and cries as thine own O bearer of many children,\n  These clamors wild to a race of pride I give.)\n\n  O lands, would you be freer than all that has ever been before?\n  If you would be freer than all that has been before, come listen to me.\n\n  Fear grace, elegance, civilization, delicatesse,\n  Fear the mellow sweet, the sucking of honey—juice,\n  Beware the advancing mortal ripening of Nature,\n  Beware what precedes the decay of the ruggedness of states and men.\n\n       5\n  Ages, precedents, have long been accumulating undirected materials,\n  America brings builders, and brings its own styles.\n\n  The immortal poets of Asia and Europe have done their work and\n      pass’d to other spheres,\n  A work remains, the work of surpassing all they have done.\n\n  America, curious toward foreign characters, stands by its own at all\n      hazards,\n  Stands removed, spacious, composite, sound, initiates the true use\n      of precedents,\n  Does not repel them or the past or what they have produced under\n      their forms,\n  Takes the lesson with calmness, perceives the corpse slowly borne\n      from the house,\n  Perceives that it waits a little while in the door, that it was\n      fittest for its days,\n  That its life has descended to the stalwart and well-shaped heir who\n      approaches,\n  And that he shall be fittest for his days.\n\n  Any period one nation must lead,\n  One land must be the promise and reliance of the future.\n\n  These States are the amplest poem,\n  Here is not merely a nation but a teeming Nation of nations,\n  Here the doings of men correspond with the broadcast doings of the\n      day and night,\n  Here is what moves in magnificent masses careless of particulars,\n  Here are the roughs, beards, friendliness, combativeness, the soul loves,\n  Here the flowing trains, here the crowds, equality, diversity, the\n      soul loves.\n\n       6\n  Land of lands and bards to corroborate!\n  Of them standing among them, one lifts to the light a west-bred face,\n  To him the hereditary countenance bequeath’d both mother’s and father’s,\n  His first parts substances, earth, water, animals, trees,\n  Built of the common stock, having room for far and near,\n  Used to dispense with other lands, incarnating this land,\n  Attracting it body and soul to himself, hanging on its neck with\n      incomparable love,\n  Plunging his seminal muscle into its merits and demerits,\n  Making its cities, beginnings, events, diversities, wars, vocal in him,\n  Making its rivers, lakes, bays, embouchure in him,\n  Mississippi with yearly freshets and changing chutes, Columbia,\n      Niagara, Hudson, spending themselves lovingly in him,\n  If the Atlantic coast stretch or the Pacific coast stretch, he\n      stretching with them North or South,\n  Spanning between them East and West, and touching whatever is between them,\n  Growths growing from him to offset the growths of pine, cedar, hemlock,\n      live-oak, locust, chestnut, hickory, cottonwood, orange, magnolia,\n  Tangles as tangled in him as any canebrake or swamp,\n  He likening sides and peaks of mountains, forests coated with\n      northern transparent ice,\n  Off him pasturage sweet and natural as savanna, upland, prairie,\n  Through him flights, whirls, screams, answering those of the\n      fish-hawk, mocking-bird, night-heron, and eagle,\n  His spirit surrounding his country’s spirit, unclosed to good and evil,\n  Surrounding the essences of real things, old times and present times,\n  Surrounding just found shores, islands, tribes of red aborigines,\n  Weather-beaten vessels, landings, settlements, embryo stature and muscle,\n  The haughty defiance of the Year One, war, peace, the formation of\n      the Constitution,\n  The separate States, the simple elastic scheme, the immigrants,\n  The Union always swarming with blatherers and always sure and impregnable,\n  The unsurvey’d interior, log-houses, clearings, wild animals,\n      hunters, trappers,\n  Surrounding the multiform agriculture, mines, temperature, the\n      gestation of new States,\n  Congress convening every Twelfth-month, the members duly coming\n      up from the uttermost parts,\n  Surrounding the noble character of mechanics and farmers, especially\n      the young men,\n  Responding their manners, speech, dress, friendships, the gait they\n      have of persons who never knew how it felt to stand in the\n      presence of superiors,\n  The freshness and candor of their physiognomy, the copiousness and\n      decision of their phrenology,\n  The picturesque looseness of their carriage, their fierceness when wrong’d,\n  The fluency of their speech, their delight in music, their curiosity,\n      good temper and open-handedness, the whole composite make,\n  The prevailing ardor and enterprise, the large amativeness,\n  The perfect equality of the female with the male, the fluid movement\n      of the population,\n  The superior marine, free commerce, fisheries, whaling, gold-digging,\n  Wharf-hemm’d cities, railroad and steamboat lines intersecting all points,\n  Factories, mercantile life, labor-saving machinery, the Northeast,\n      Northwest, Southwest,\n  Manhattan firemen, the Yankee swap, southern plantation life,\n  Slavery—the murderous, treacherous conspiracy to raise it upon the\n      ruins of all the rest,\n  On and on to the grapple with it—Assassin! then your life or ours\n      be the stake, and respite no more.\n\n       7\n  (Lo, high toward heaven, this day,\n  Libertad, from the conqueress’ field return’d,\n  I mark the new aureola around your head,\n  No more of soft astral, but dazzling and fierce,\n  With war’s flames and the lambent lightnings playing,\n  And your port immovable where you stand,\n  With still the inextinguishable glance and the clinch’d and lifted fist,\n  And your foot on the neck of the menacing one, the scorner utterly\n      crush’d beneath you,\n  The menacing arrogant one that strode and advanced with his\n      senseless scorn, bearing the murderous knife,\n  The wide-swelling one, the braggart that would yesterday do so much,\n  To-day a carrion dead and damn’d, the despised of all the earth,\n  An offal rank, to the dunghill maggots spurn’d.)\n\n       8\n  Others take finish, but the Republic is ever constructive and ever\n      keeps vista,\n  Others adorn the past, but you O days of the present, I adorn you,\n  O days of the future I believe in you—I isolate myself for your sake,\n  O America because you build for mankind I build for you,\n  O well-beloved stone-cutters, I lead them who plan with decision\n      and science,\n  Lead the present with friendly hand toward the future.\n  (Bravas to all impulses sending sane children to the next age!\n  But damn that which spends itself with no thought of the stain,\n      pains, dismay, feebleness, it is bequeathing.)\n\n       9\n  I listened to the Phantom by Ontario’s shore,\n  I heard the voice arising demanding bards,\n  By them all native and grand, by them alone can these States be\n      fused into the compact organism of a Nation.\n\n  To hold men together by paper and seal or by compulsion is no account,\n  That only holds men together which aggregates all in a living principle,\n      as the hold of the limbs of the body or the fibres of plants.\n\n  Of all races and eras these States with veins full of poetical stuff most\n      need poets, and are to have the greatest, and use them the greatest,\n  Their Presidents shall not be their common referee so much as their\n      poets shall.\n\n  (Soul of love and tongue of fire!\n  Eye to pierce the deepest deeps and sweep the world!\n  Ah Mother, prolific and full in all besides, yet how long barren, barren?)\n\n       10\n  Of these States the poet is the equable man,\n  Not in him but off from him things are grotesque, eccentric, fail of\n      their full returns,\n  Nothing out of its place is good, nothing in its place is bad,\n  He bestows on every object or quality its fit proportion, neither\n      more nor less,\n  He is the arbiter of the diverse, he is the key,\n  He is the equalizer of his age and land,\n  He supplies what wants supplying, he checks what wants checking,\n  In peace out of him speaks the spirit of peace, large, rich,\n      thrifty, building populous towns, encouraging agriculture, arts,\n      commerce, lighting the study of man, the soul, health,\n      immortality, government,\n  In war he is the best backer of the war, he fetches artillery as\n      good as the engineer’s, he can make every word he speaks draw blood,\n  The years straying toward infidelity he withholds by his steady faith,\n  He is no arguer, he is judgment, (Nature accepts him absolutely,)\n  He judges not as the judge judges but as the sun failing round\n      helpless thing,\n  As he sees the farthest he has the most faith,\n  His thoughts are the hymns of the praise of things,\n  In the dispute on God and eternity he is silent,\n  He sees eternity less like a play with a prologue and denouement,\n  He sees eternity in men and women, he does not see men and women\n      as dreams or dots.\n\n  For the great Idea, the idea of perfect and free individuals,\n  For that, the bard walks in advance, leader of leaders,\n  The attitude of him cheers up slaves and horrifies foreign despots.\n\n  Without extinction is Liberty, without retrograde is Equality,\n  They live in the feelings of young men and the best women,\n  (Not for nothing have the indomitable heads of the earth been always\n      ready to fall for Liberty.)\n\n       11\n  For the great Idea,\n  That, O my brethren, that is the mission of poets.\n\n  Songs of stern defiance ever ready,\n  Songs of the rapid arming and the march,\n  The flag of peace quick-folded, and instead the flag we know,\n  Warlike flag of the great Idea.\n\n  (Angry cloth I saw there leaping!\n  I stand again in leaden rain your flapping folds saluting,\n  I sing you over all, flying beckoning through the fight—O the\n      hard-contested fight!\n  The cannons ope their rosy-flashing muzzles—the hurtled balls scream,\n  The battle-front forms amid the smoke—the volleys pour incessant\n      from the line,\n  Hark, the ringing word Charge!—now the tussle and the furious\n      maddening yells,\n  Now the corpses tumble curl’d upon the ground,\n  Cold, cold in death, for precious life of you,\n  Angry cloth I saw there leaping.)\n\n       12\n  Are you he who would assume a place to teach or be a poet here in\n      the States?\n  The place is august, the terms obdurate.\n\n  Who would assume to teach here may well prepare himself body and mind,\n  He may well survey, ponder, arm, fortify, harden, make lithe himself,\n  He shall surely be question’d beforehand by me with many and stern questions.\n\n  Who are you indeed who would talk or sing to America?\n  Have you studied out the land, its idioms and men?\n  Have you learn’d the physiology, phrenology, politics, geography,\n      pride, freedom, friendship of the land? its substratums and objects?\n  Have you consider’d the organic compact of the first day of the\n      first year of Independence, sign’d by the Commissioners, ratified\n      by the States, and read by Washington at the head of the army?\n  Have you possess’d yourself of the Federal Constitution?\n  Do you see who have left all feudal processes and poems behind them,\n      and assumed the poems and processes of Democracy?\n  Are you faithful to things? do you teach what the land and sea, the\n      bodies of men, womanhood, amativeness, heroic angers, teach?\n  Have you sped through fleeting customs, popularities?\n  Can you hold your hand against all seductions, follies, whirls,\n      fierce contentions? are you very strong? are you really of the\n      whole People?\n  Are you not of some coterie? some school or mere religion?\n  Are you done with reviews and criticisms of life? animating now to\n      life itself?\n  Have you vivified yourself from the maternity of these States?\n  Have you too the old ever-fresh forbearance and impartiality?\n  Do you hold the like love for those hardening to maturity? for the\n      last-born? little and big? and for the errant?\n\n  What is this you bring my America?\n  Is it uniform with my country?\n  Is it not something that has been better told or done before?\n  Have you not imported this or the spirit of it in some ship?\n  Is it not a mere tale? a rhyme? a prettiness?—Is the good old cause in it?\n  Has it not dangled long at the heels of the poets, politicians,\n      literats, of enemies’ lands?\n  Does it not assume that what is notoriously gone is still here?\n  Does it answer universal needs? will it improve manners?\n  Does it sound with trumpet-voice the proud victory of the Union in\n      that secession war?\n  Can your performance face the open fields and the seaside?\n  Will it absorb into me as I absorb food, air, to appear again in my\n      strength, gait, face?\n  Have real employments contributed to it? original makers, not mere\n      amanuenses?\n  Does it meet modern discoveries, calibres, facts, face to face?\n  What does it mean to American persons, progresses, cities? Chicago,\n      Kanada, Arkansas?\n  Does it see behind the apparent custodians the real custodians\n      standing, menacing, silent, the mechanics, Manhattanese, Western\n      men, Southerners, significant alike in their apathy, and in the\n      promptness of their love?\n  Does it see what finally befalls, and has always finally befallen,\n      each temporizer, patcher, outsider, partialist, alarmist,\n      infidel, who has ever ask’d any thing of America?\n  What mocking and scornful negligence?\n  The track strew’d with the dust of skeletons,\n  By the roadside others disdainfully toss’d.\n\n       13\n  Rhymes and rhymers pass away, poems distill’d from poems pass away,\n  The swarms of reflectors and the polite pass, and leave ashes,\n  Admirers, importers, obedient persons, make but the soil of literature,\n  America justifies itself, give it time, no disguise can deceive it\n      or conceal from it, it is impassive enough,\n  Only toward the likes of itself will it advance to meet them,\n  If its poets appear it will in due time advance to meet them, there\n      is no fear of mistake,\n  (The proof of a poet shall be sternly deferr’d till his country\n      absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorb’d it.)\n\n  He masters whose spirit masters, he tastes sweetest who results\n      sweetest in the long run,\n  The blood of the brawn beloved of time is unconstraint;\n  In the need of songs, philosophy, an appropriate native grand-opera,\n      shipcraft, any craft,\n  He or she is greatest who contributes the greatest original\n      practical example.\n\n  Already a nonchalant breed, silently emerging, appears on the streets,\n  People’s lips salute only doers, lovers, satisfiers, positive knowers,\n  There will shortly be no more priests, I say their work is done,\n  Death is without emergencies here, but life is perpetual emergencies here,\n  Are your body, days, manners, superb? after death you shall be superb,\n  Justice, health, self-esteem, clear the way with irresistible power;\n  How dare you place any thing before a man?\n\n       14\n  Fall behind me States!\n  A man before all—myself, typical, before all.\n\n  Give me the pay I have served for,\n  Give me to sing the songs of the great Idea, take all the rest,\n  I have loved the earth, sun, animals, I have despised riches,\n  I have given aims to every one that ask’d, stood up for the stupid\n      and crazy, devoted my income and labor to others,\n  Hated tyrants, argued not concerning God, had patience and indulgence\n      toward the people, taken off my hat to nothing known or unknown,\n  Gone freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young,\n      and with the mothers of families,\n  Read these leaves to myself in the open air, tried them by trees,\n      stars, rivers,\n  Dismiss’d whatever insulted my own soul or defiled my body,\n  Claim’d nothing to myself which I have not carefully claim’d for\n      others on the same terms,\n  Sped to the camps, and comrades found and accepted from every State,\n  (Upon this breast has many a dying soldier lean’d to breathe his last,\n  This arm, this hand, this voice, have nourish’d, rais’d, restored,\n  To life recalling many a prostrate form;)\n  I am willing to wait to be understood by the growth of the taste of myself,\n  Rejecting none, permitting all.\n\n  (Say O Mother, have I not to your thought been faithful?\n  Have I not through life kept you and yours before me?)\n\n       15\n  I swear I begin to see the meaning of these things,\n  It is not the earth, it is not America who is so great,\n  It is I who am great or to be great, it is You up there, or any one,\n  It is to walk rapidly through civilizations, governments, theories,\n  Through poems, pageants, shows, to form individuals.\n\n  Underneath all, individuals,\n  I swear nothing is good to me now that ignores individuals,\n  The American compact is altogether with individuals,\n  The only government is that which makes minute of individuals,\n  The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one\n      single individual—namely to You.\n\n  (Mother! with subtle sense severe, with the naked sword in your hand,\n  I saw you at last refuse to treat but directly with individuals.)\n\n       16\n  Underneath all, Nativity,\n  I swear I will stand by my own nativity, pious or impious so be it;\n  I swear I am charm’d with nothing except nativity,\n  Men, women, cities, nations, are only beautiful from nativity.\n\n  Underneath all is the Expression of love for men and women,\n  (I swear I have seen enough of mean and impotent modes of expressing\n      love for men and women,\n  After this day I take my own modes of expressing love for men and\n      women.) in myself,\n\n  I swear I will have each quality of my race in myself,\n  (Talk as you like, he only suits these States whose manners favor\n      the audacity and sublime turbulence of the States.)\n\n  Underneath the lessons of things, spirits, Nature, governments,\n      ownerships, I swear I perceive other lessons,\n  Underneath all to me is myself, to you yourself, (the same\n      monotonous old song.)\n\n       17\n  O I see flashing that this America is only you and me,\n  Its power, weapons, testimony, are you and me,\n  Its crimes, lies, thefts, defections, are you and me,\n  Its Congress is you and me, the officers, capitols, armies, ships,\n      are you and me,\n  Its endless gestations of new States are you and me,\n  The war, (that war so bloody and grim, the war I will henceforth\n      forget), was you and me,\n  Natural and artificial are you and me,\n  Freedom, language, poems, employments, are you and me,\n  Past, present, future, are you and me.\n\n  I dare not shirk any part of myself,\n  Not any part of America good or bad,\n  Not to build for that which builds for mankind,\n  Not to balance ranks, complexions, creeds, and the sexes,\n  Not to justify science nor the march of equality,\n  Nor to feed the arrogant blood of the brawn belov’d of time.\n\n  I am for those that have never been master’d,\n  For men and women whose tempers have never been master’d,\n  For those whom laws, theories, conventions, can never master.\n\n  I am for those who walk abreast with the whole earth,\n  Who inaugurate one to inaugurate all.\n\n  I will not be outfaced by irrational things,\n  I will penetrate what it is in them that is sarcastic upon me,\n  I will make cities and civilizations defer to me,\n  This is what I have learnt from America—it is the amount, and it I\n      teach again.\n\n  (Democracy, while weapons were everywhere aim’d at your breast,\n  I saw you serenely give birth to immortal children, saw in dreams\n      your dilating form,\n  Saw you with spreading mantle covering the world.)\n\n       18\n  I will confront these shows of the day and night,\n  I will know if I am to be less than they,\n  I will see if I am not as majestic as they,\n  I will see if I am not as subtle and real as they,\n  I will see if I am to be less generous than they,\n  I will see if I have no meaning, while the houses and ships have meaning,\n  I will see if the fishes and birds are to be enough for themselves,\n      and I am not to be enough for myself.\n\n  I match my spirit against yours you orbs, growths, mountains, brutes,\n  Copious as you are I absorb you all in myself, and become the master myself,\n  America isolated yet embodying all, what is it finally except myself?\n  These States, what are they except myself?\n\n  I know now why the earth is gross, tantalizing, wicked, it is for my sake,\n  I take you specially to be mine, you terrible, rude forms.\n\n(Mother, bend down, bend close to me your face,\n  I know not what these plots and wars and deferments are for,\n  I know not fruition’s success, but I know that through war and crime\n      your work goes on, and must yet go on.)\n\n       19\n  Thus by blue Ontario’s shore,\n  While the winds fann’d me and the waves came trooping toward me,\n  I thrill’d with the power’s pulsations, and the charm of my theme\n      was upon me,\n  Till the tissues that held me parted their ties upon me.\n\n  And I saw the free souls of poets,\n  The loftiest bards of past ages strode before me,\n  Strange large men, long unwaked, undisclosed, were disclosed to me.\n\n       20\n  O my rapt verse, my call, mock me not!\n  Not for the bards of the past, not to invoke them have I launch’d\n      you forth,\n  Not to call even those lofty bards here by Ontario’s shores,\n  Have I sung so capricious and loud my savage song.\n\n  Bards for my own land only I invoke,\n  (For the war the war is over, the field is clear’d,)\n  Till they strike up marches henceforth triumphant and onward,\n  To cheer O Mother your boundless expectant soul.\n\n  Bards of the great Idea! bards of the peaceful inventions! (for the\n      war, the war is over!)\n  Yet bards of latent armies, a million soldiers waiting ever-ready,\n  Bards with songs as from burning coals or the lightning’s fork’d stripes!\n  Ample Ohio’s, Kanada’s bards—bards of California! inland bards—\n      bards of the war!\n  You by my charm I invoke.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0189","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0189","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0190","title":"Reversals","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Let that which stood in front go behind,\n  Let that which was behind advance to the front,\n  Let bigots, fools, unclean persons, offer new propositions,\n  Let the old propositions be postponed,\n  Let a man seek pleasure everywhere except in himself,\n  Let a woman seek happiness everywhere except in herself","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0190","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0190","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0191","title":"AUTUMN RIVULETS","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"As consequent from store of summer rains,\n  Or wayward rivulets in autumn flowing,\n  Or many a herb-lined brook’s reticulations,\n  Or subterranean sea-rills making for the sea,\n  Songs of continued years I sing.\n\n  Life’s ever-modern rapids first, (soon, soon to blend,\n  With the old streams of death.)\n\n  Some threading Ohio’s farm-fields or the woods,\n  Some down Colorado’s canons from sources of perpetual snow,\n  Some half-hid in Oregon, or away southward in Texas,\n  Some in the north finding their way to Erie, Niagara, Ottawa,\n  Some to Atlantica’s bays, and so to the great salt brine.\n\n  In you whoe’er you are my book perusing,\n  In I myself, in all the world, these currents flowing,\n  All, all toward the mystic ocean tending.\n\n  Currents for starting a continent new,\n  Overtures sent to the solid out of the liquid,\n  Fusion of ocean and land, tender and pensive waves,\n  (Not safe and peaceful only, waves rous’d and ominous too,\n  Out of the depths the storm’s abysmic waves, who knows whence?\n  Raging over the vast, with many a broken spar and tatter’d sail.)\n\n  Or from the sea of Time, collecting vasting all, I bring,\n  A windrow-drift of weeds and shells.\n\n  O little shells, so curious-convolute, so limpid-cold and voiceless,\n  Will you not little shells to the tympans of temples held,\n  Murmurs and echoes still call up, eternity’s music faint and far,\n  Wafted inland, sent from Atlantica’s rim, strains for the soul of\n      the prairies,\n  Whisper’d reverberations, chords for the ear of the West joyously sounding,\n  Your tidings old, yet ever new and untranslatable,\n  Infinitesimals out of my life, and many a life,\n  (For not my life and years alone I give—all, all I give,)\n  These waifs from the deep, cast high and dry,\n  Wash’d on America’s shores?","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0191","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0191","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0192","title":"The Return of the Heroes","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  For the lands and for these passionate days and for myself,\n  Now I awhile retire to thee O soil of autumn fields,\n  Reclining on thy breast, giving myself to thee,\n  Answering the pulses of thy sane and equable heart,\n  Turning a verse for thee.\n\n  O earth that hast no voice, confide to me a voice,\n  O harvest of my lands—O boundless summer growths,\n  O lavish brown parturient earth—O infinite teeming womb,\n  A song to narrate thee.\n\n       2\n  Ever upon this stage,\n  Is acted God’s calm annual drama,\n  Gorgeous processions, songs of birds,\n  Sunrise that fullest feeds and freshens most the soul,\n  The heaving sea, the waves upon the shore, the musical, strong waves,\n  The woods, the stalwart trees, the slender, tapering trees,\n  The liliput countless armies of the grass,\n  The heat, the showers, the measureless pasturages,\n  The scenery of the snows, the winds’ free orchestra,\n  The stretching light-hung roof of clouds, the clear cerulean and the\n      silvery fringes,\n  The high-dilating stars, the placid beckoning stars,\n  The moving flocks and herds, the plains and emerald meadows,\n  The shows of all the varied lands and all the growths and products.\n\n       3\n  Fecund America—today,\n  Thou art all over set in births and joys!\n  Thou groan’st with riches, thy wealth clothes thee as a swathing-garment,\n  Thou laughest loud with ache of great possessions,\n  A myriad-twining life like interlacing vines binds all thy vast demesne,\n  As some huge ship freighted to water’s edge thou ridest into port,\n  As rain falls from the heaven and vapors rise from earth, so have\n      the precious values fallen upon thee and risen out of thee;\n  Thou envy of the globe! thou miracle!\n  Thou, bathed, choked, swimming in plenty,\n  Thou lucky Mistress of the tranquil barns,\n  Thou Prairie Dame that sittest in the middle and lookest out upon\n      thy world, and lookest East and lookest West,\n  Dispensatress, that by a word givest a thousand miles, a million\n      farms, and missest nothing,\n  Thou all-acceptress—thou hospitable, (thou only art hospitable as\n      God is hospitable.)\n\n       4\n  When late I sang sad was my voice,\n  Sad were the shows around me with deafening noises of hatred and\n      smoke of war;\n  In the midst of the conflict, the heroes, I stood,\n  Or pass’d with slow step through the wounded and dying.\n\n  But now I sing not war,\n  Nor the measur’d march of soldiers, nor the tents of camps,\n  Nor the regiments hastily coming up deploying in line of battle;\n  No more the sad, unnatural shows of war.\n\n  Ask’d room those flush’d immortal ranks, the first forth-stepping armies?\n  Ask room alas the ghastly ranks, the armies dread that follow’d.\n\n  (Pass, pass, ye proud brigades, with your tramping sinewy legs,\n  With your shoulders young and strong, with your knapsacks and your muskets;\n  How elate I stood and watch’d you, where starting off you march’d.\n\n  Pass—then rattle drums again,\n  For an army heaves in sight, O another gathering army,\n  Swarming, trailing on the rear, O you dread accruing army,\n  O you regiments so piteous, with your mortal diarrhoea, with your fever,\n  O my land’s maim’d darlings, with the plenteous bloody bandage and\n      the crutch,\n  Lo, your pallid army follows.)\n\n       5\n  But on these days of brightness,\n  On the far-stretching beauteous landscape, the roads and lanes the\n      high-piled farm-wagons, and the fruits and barns,\n  Should the dead intrude?\n\n  Ah the dead to me mar not, they fit well in Nature,\n  They fit very well in the landscape under the trees and grass,\n  And along the edge of the sky in the horizon’s far margin.\n\n  Nor do I forget you Departed,\n  Nor in winter or summer my lost ones,\n  But most in the open air as now when my soul is rapt and at peace,\n      like pleasing phantoms,\n  Your memories rising glide silently by me.\n\n       6\n  I saw the day the return of the heroes,\n  (Yet the heroes never surpass’d shall never return,\n  Them that day I saw not.)\n\n  I saw the interminable corps, I saw the processions of armies,\n  I saw them approaching, defiling by with divisions,\n  Streaming northward, their work done, camping awhile in clusters of\n      mighty camps.\n\n  No holiday soldiers—youthful, yet veterans,\n  Worn, swart, handsome, strong, of the stock of homestead and workshop,\n  Harden’d of many a long campaign and sweaty march,\n  Inured on many a hard-fought bloody field.\n\n  A pause—the armies wait,\n  A million flush’d embattled conquerors wait,\n  The world too waits, then soft as breaking night and sure as dawn,\n  They melt, they disappear.\n\n  Exult O lands! victorious lands!\n  Not there your victory on those red shuddering fields,\n  But here and hence your victory.\n\n  Melt, melt away ye armies—disperse ye blue-clad soldiers,\n  Resolve ye back again, give up for good your deadly arms,\n  Other the arms the fields henceforth for you, or South or North,\n  With saner wars, sweet wars, life-giving wars.\n\n       7\n  Loud O my throat, and clear O soul!\n  The season of thanks and the voice of full-yielding,\n  The chant of joy and power for boundless fertility.\n\n  All till’d and untill’d fields expand before me,\n  I see the true arenas of my race, or first or last,\n  Man’s innocent and strong arenas.\n\n  I see the heroes at other toils,\n  I see well-wielded in their hands the better weapons.\n\n  I see where the Mother of All,\n  With full-spanning eye gazes forth, dwells long,\n  And counts the varied gathering of the products.\n\n  Busy the far, the sunlit panorama,\n  Prairie, orchard, and yellow grain of the North,\n  Cotton and rice of the South and Louisianian cane,\n  Open unseeded fallows, rich fields of clover and timothy,\n  Kine and horses feeding, and droves of sheep and swine,\n  And many a stately river flowing and many a jocund brook,\n  And healthy uplands with herby-perfumed breezes,\n  And the good green grass, that delicate miracle the ever-recurring grass.\n\n       8\n  Toil on heroes! harvest the products!\n  Not alone on those warlike fields the Mother of All,\n  With dilated form and lambent eyes watch’d you.\n\n  Toil on heroes! toil well! handle the weapons well!\n  The Mother of All, yet here as ever she watches you.\n\n  Well-pleased America thou beholdest,\n  Over the fields of the West those crawling monsters,\n  The human-divine inventions, the labor-saving implements;\n  Beholdest moving in every direction imbued as with life the\n      revolving hay-rakes,\n  The steam-power reaping-machines and the horse-power machines\n  The engines, thrashers of grain and cleaners of grain, well\n      separating the straw, the nimble work of the patent pitchfork,\n  Beholdest the newer saw-mill, the southern cotton-gin, and the\n      rice-cleanser.\n\n  Beneath thy look O Maternal,\n  With these and else and with their own strong hands the heroes harvest.\n\n  All gather and all harvest,\n  Yet but for thee O Powerful, not a scythe might swing as now in security,\n  Not a maize-stalk dangle as now its silken tassels in peace.\n\n  Under thee only they harvest, even but a wisp of hay under thy great\n      face only,\n  Harvest the wheat of Ohio, Illinois, Wisconsin, every barbed spear\n      under thee,\n  Harvest the maize of Missouri, Kentucky, Tennessee, each ear in its\n      light-green sheath,\n  Gather the hay to its myriad mows in the odorous tranquil barns,\n  Oats to their bins, the white potato, the buckwheat of Michigan, to theirs;\n  Gather the cotton in Mississippi or Alabama, dig and hoard the\n      golden the sweet potato of Georgia and the Carolinas,\n  Clip the wool of California or Pennsylvania,\n  Cut the flax in the Middle States, or hemp or tobacco in the Borders,\n  Pick the pea and the bean, or pull apples from the trees or bunches\n      of grapes from the vines,\n  Or aught that ripens in all these States or North or South,\n  Under the beaming sun and under thee.","themes":["love","nature","hope","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0192","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0192","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0193","title":"There Was a Child Went Forth","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"There was a child went forth every day,\n  And the first object he look’d upon, that object he became,\n  And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day,\n  Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.\n\n  The early lilacs became part of this child,\n  And grass and white and red morning-glories, and white and red\n      clover, and the song of the phoebe-bird,\n  And the Third-month lambs and the sow’s pink-faint litter, and the\n      mare’s foal and the cow’s calf,\n  And the noisy brood of the barnyard or by the mire of the pond-side,\n  And the fish suspending themselves so curiously below there, and the\n      beautiful curious liquid,\n  And the water-plants with their graceful flat heads, all became part of him.\n\n  The field-sprouts of Fourth-month and Fifth-month became part of him,\n  Winter-grain sprouts and those of the light-yellow corn, and the\n      esculent roots of the garden,\n  And the apple-trees cover’d with blossoms and the fruit afterward,\n      and wood-berries, and the commonest weeds by the road,\n  And the old drunkard staggering home from the outhouse of the\n      tavern whence he had lately risen,\n  And the schoolmistress that pass’d on her way to the school,\n  And the friendly boys that pass’d, and the quarrelsome boys,\n  And the tidy and fresh-cheek’d girls, and the barefoot negro boy and girl,\n  And all the changes of city and country wherever he went.\n\n  His own parents, he that had father’d him and she that had conceiv’d\n      him in her womb and birth’d him,\n  They gave this child more of themselves than that,\n  They gave him afterward every day, they became part of him.\n\n  The mother at home quietly placing the dishes on the supper-table,\n  The mother with mild words, clean her cap and gown, a wholesome\n      odor falling off her person and clothes as she walks by,\n  The father, strong, self-sufficient, manly, mean, anger’d, unjust,\n  The blow, the quick loud word, the tight bargain, the crafty lure,\n  The family usages, the language, the company, the furniture, the\n      yearning and swelling heart,\n  Affection that will not be gainsay’d, the sense of what is real, the\n      thought if after all it should prove unreal,\n  The doubts of day-time and the doubts of night-time, the curious\n      whether and how,\n  Whether that which appears so is so, or is it all flashes and specks?\n  Men and women crowding fast in the streets, if they are not flashes\n      and specks what are they?\n  The streets themselves and the facades of houses, and goods in the windows,\n  Vehicles, teams, the heavy-plank’d wharves, the huge crossing at\n      the ferries,\n  The village on the highland seen from afar at sunset, the river between,\n  Shadows, aureola and mist, the light falling on roofs and gables of\n      white or brown two miles off,\n  The schooner near by sleepily dropping down the tide, the little\n      boat slack-tow’d astern,\n  The hurrying tumbling waves, quick-broken crests, slapping,\n  The strata of color’d clouds, the long bar of maroon-tint away\n      solitary by itself, the spread of purity it lies motionless in,\n  The horizon’s edge, the flying sea-crow, the fragrance of salt marsh\n      and shore mud,\n  These became part of that child who went forth every day, and who\n      now goes, and will always go forth every day.","themes":["love","nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0193","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0193","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0194","title":"Old Ireland","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Far hence amid an isle of wondrous beauty,\n  Crouching over a grave an ancient sorrowful mother,\n  Once a queen, now lean and tatter’d seated on the ground,\n  Her old white hair drooping dishevel’d round her shoulders,\n  At her feet fallen an unused royal harp,\n  Long silent, she too long silent, mourning her shrouded hope and heir,\n  Of all the earth her heart most full of sorrow because most full of love.\n\n  Yet a word ancient mother,\n  You need crouch there no longer on the cold ground with forehead\n      between your knees,\n  O you need not sit there veil’d in your old white hair so dishevel’d,\n  For know you the one you mourn is not in that grave,\n  It was an illusion, the son you love was not really dead,\n  The Lord is not dead, he is risen again young and strong in another country,\n  Even while you wept there by your fallen harp by the grave,\n  What you wept for was translated, pass’d from the grave,\n  The winds favor’d and the sea sail’d it,\n  And now with rosy and new blood,\n  Moves to-day in a new country.","themes":["love","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0194","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0194","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0195","title":"The City Dead-House","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"By the city dead-house by the gate,\n  As idly sauntering wending my way from the clangor,\n  I curious pause, for lo, an outcast form, a poor dead prostitute brought,\n  Her corpse they deposit unclaim’d, it lies on the damp brick pavement,\n  The divine woman, her body, I see the body, I look on it alone,\n  That house once full of passion and beauty, all else I notice not,\n  Nor stillness so cold, nor running water from faucet, nor odors\n      morbific impress me,\n  But the house alone—that wondrous house—that delicate fair house\n      —that ruin!\n  That immortal house more than all the rows of dwellings ever built!\n  Or white-domed capitol with majestic figure surmounted, or all the\n      old high-spired cathedrals,\n  That little house alone more than them all—poor, desperate house!\n  Fair, fearful wreck—tenement of a soul—itself a soul,\n  Unclaim’d, avoided house—take one breath from my tremulous lips,\n  Take one tear dropt aside as I go for thought of you,\n  Dead house of love—house of madness and sin, crumbled, crush’d,\n  House of life, erewhile talking and laughing—but ah, poor house,\n      dead even then,\n  Months, years, an echoing, garnish’d house—but dead, dead, dead.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0195","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0195","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0196","title":"This Compost","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  Something startles me where I thought I was safest,\n  I withdraw from the still woods I loved,\n  I will not go now on the pastures to walk,\n  I will not strip the clothes from my body to meet my lover the sea,\n  I will not touch my flesh to the earth as to other flesh to renew me.\n\n  O how can it be that the ground itself does not sicken?\n  How can you be alive you growths of spring?\n  How can you furnish health you blood of herbs, roots, orchards, grain?\n  Are they not continually putting distemper’d corpses within you?\n  Is not every continent work’d over and over with sour dead?\n\n  Where have you disposed of their carcasses?\n  Those drunkards and gluttons of so many generations?\n  Where have you drawn off all the foul liquid and meat?\n  I do not see any of it upon you to-day, or perhaps I am deceiv’d,\n  I will run a furrow with my plough, I will press my spade through\n      the sod and turn it up underneath,\n  I am sure I shall expose some of the foul meat.\n\n       2\n  Behold this compost! behold it well!\n  Perhaps every mite has once form’d part of a sick person—yet behold!\n  The grass of spring covers the prairies,\n  The bean bursts noiselessly through the mould in the garden,\n  The delicate spear of the onion pierces upward,\n  The apple-buds cluster together on the apple-branches,\n  The resurrection of the wheat appears with pale visage out of its graves,\n  The tinge awakes over the willow-tree and the mulberry-tree,\n  The he-birds carol mornings and evenings while the she-birds sit on\n      their nests,\n  The young of poultry break through the hatch’d eggs,\n  The new-born of animals appear, the calf is dropt from the cow, the\n      colt from the mare,\n  Out of its little hill faithfully rise the potato’s dark green leaves,\n  Out of its hill rises the yellow maize-stalk, the lilacs bloom in\n      the dooryards,\n  The summer growth is innocent and disdainful above all those strata\n      of sour dead.\n\n  What chemistry!\n  That the winds are really not infectious,\n  That this is no cheat, this transparent green-wash of the sea which\n      is so amorous after me,\n  That it is safe to allow it to lick my naked body all over with its tongues,\n  That it will not endanger me with the fevers that have deposited\n      themselves in it,\n  That all is clean forever and forever,\n  That the cool drink from the well tastes so good,\n  That blackberries are so flavorous and juicy,\n  That the fruits of the apple-orchard and the orange-orchard, that\n      melons, grapes, peaches, plums, will none of them poison me,\n  That when I recline on the grass I do not catch any disease,\n  Though probably every spear of grass rises out of what was once\n      catching disease.\n\n  Now I am terrified at the Earth, it is that calm and patient,\n  It grows such sweet things out of such corruptions,\n  It turns harmless and stainless on its axis, with such endless\n      successions of diseas’d corpses,\n  It distills such exquisite winds out of such infused fetor,\n  It renews with such unwitting looks its prodigal, annual, sumptuous crops,\n  It gives such divine materials to men, and accepts such leavings\n      from them at last.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0196","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0196","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0197","title":"To a Foil’d European Revolutionaire","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Courage yet, my brother or my sister!\n  Keep on—Liberty is to be subserv’d whatever occurs;\n  That is nothing that is quell’d by one or two failures, or any\n      number of failures,\n  Or by the indifference or ingratitude of the people, or by any\n      unfaithfulness,\n  Or the show of the tushes of power, soldiers, cannon, penal statutes.\n\n  What we believe in waits latent forever through all the continents,\n  Invites no one, promises nothing, sits in calmness and light, is\n      positive and composed, knows no discouragement,\n  Waiting patiently, waiting its time.\n\n  (Not songs of loyalty alone are these,\n  But songs of insurrection also,\n  For I am the sworn poet of every dauntless rebel the world over,\n  And he going with me leaves peace and routine behind him,\n  And stakes his life to be lost at any moment.)\n\n  The battle rages with many a loud alarm and frequent advance and retreat,\n  The infidel triumphs, or supposes he triumphs,\n  The prison, scaffold, garrote, handcuffs, iron necklace and\n      leadballs do their work,\n  The named and unnamed heroes pass to other spheres,\n  The great speakers and writers are exiled, they lie sick in distant lands,\n  The cause is asleep, the strongest throats are choked with their own blood,\n  The young men droop their eyelashes toward the ground when they meet;\n  But for all this Liberty has not gone out of the place, nor the\n      infidel enter’d into full possession.\n\n  When liberty goes out of a place it is not the first to go, nor the\n      second or third to go,\n  It waits for all the rest to go, it is the last.\n\n  When there are no more memories of heroes and martyrs,\n  And when all life and all the souls of men and women are discharged\n      from any part of the earth,\n  Then only shall liberty or the idea of liberty be discharged from\n      that part of the earth,\n  And the infidel come into full possession.\n\n  Then courage European revolter, revoltress!\n  For till all ceases neither must you cease.\n\n  I do not know what you are for, (I do not know what I am for myself,\n      nor what any thing is for,)\n  But I will search carefully for it even in being foil’d,\n  In defeat, poverty, misconception, imprisonment—for they too are great.\n\n  Did we think victory great?\n  So it is—but now it seems to me, when it cannot be help’d, that\n      defeat is great,\n  And that death and dismay are great.","themes":["hope","time","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0197","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0197","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0198","title":"Unnamed Land","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Nations ten thousand years before these States, and many times ten\n      thousand years before these States,\n  Garner’d clusters of ages that men and women like us grew up and\n      travel’d their course and pass’d on,\n  What vast-built cities, what orderly republics, what pastoral tribes\n      and nomads,\n  What histories, rulers, heroes, perhaps transcending all others,\n  What laws, customs, wealth, arts, traditions,\n  What sort of marriage, what costumes, what physiology and phrenology,\n  What of liberty and slavery among them, what they thought of death\n      and the soul,\n  Who were witty and wise, who beautiful and poetic, who brutish and\n      undevelop’d,\n  Not a mark, not a record remains—and yet all remains.\n\n  O I know that those men and women were not for nothing, any more\n      than we are for nothing,\n  I know that they belong to the scheme of the world every bit as much\n      as we now belong to it.\n\n  Afar they stand, yet near to me they stand,\n  Some with oval countenances learn’d and calm,\n  Some naked and savage, some like huge collections of insects,\n  Some in tents, herdsmen, patriarchs, tribes, horsemen,\n  Some prowling through woods, some living peaceably on farms,\n      laboring, reaping, filling barns,\n  Some traversing paved avenues, amid temples, palaces, factories,\n      libraries, shows, courts, theatres, wonderful monuments.\n  Are those billions of men really gone?\n  Are those women of the old experience of the earth gone?\n  Do their lives, cities, arts, rest only with us?\n  Did they achieve nothing for good for themselves?\n\n  I believe of all those men and women that fill’d the unnamed lands,\n      every one exists this hour here or elsewhere, invisible to us.\n  In exact proportion to what he or she grew from in life, and out of\n      what he or she did, felt, became, loved, sinn’d, in life.\n\n  I believe that was not the end of those nations or any person of\n      them, any more than this shall be the end of my nation, or of me;\n  Of their languages, governments, marriage, literature, products,\n      games, wars, manners, crimes, prisons, slaves, heroes, poets,\n  I suspect their results curiously await in the yet unseen world,\n      counterparts of what accrued to them in the seen world,\n  I suspect I shall meet them there,\n  I suspect I shall there find each old particular of those unnamed lands.","themes":["time","spirituality","death","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0198","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0198","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0199","title":"Song of Prudence","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Manhattan’s streets I saunter’d pondering,\n  On Time, Space, Reality—on such as these, and abreast with them Prudence.\n\n  The last explanation always remains to be made about prudence,\n  Little and large alike drop quietly aside from the prudence that\n      suits immortality.\n\n  The soul is of itself,\n  All verges to it, all has reference to what ensues,\n  All that a person does, says, thinks, is of consequence,\n  Not a move can a man or woman make, that affects him or her in a day,\n      month, any part of the direct lifetime, or the hour of death,\n  But the same affects him or her onward afterward through the\n      indirect lifetime.\n\n  The indirect is just as much as the direct,\n  The spirit receives from the body just as much as it gives to the\n      body, if not more.\n\n  Not one word or deed, not venereal sore, discoloration, privacy of\n      the onanist,\n  Putridity of gluttons or rum-drinkers, peculation, cunning,\n      betrayal, murder, seduction, prostitution,\n  But has results beyond death as really as before death.\n\n  Charity and personal force are the only investments worth any thing.\n\n  No specification is necessary, all that a male or female does, that\n      is vigorous, benevolent, clean, is so much profit to him or her,\n  In the unshakable order of the universe and through the whole scope\n      of it forever.\n\n  Who has been wise receives interest,\n  Savage, felon, President, judge, farmer, sailor, mechanic, literat,\n      young, old, it is the same,\n  The interest will come round—all will come round.\n\n  Singly, wholly, to affect now, affected their time, will forever affect,\n      all of the past and all of the present and all of the future,\n  All the brave actions of war and peace,\n  All help given to relatives, strangers, the poor, old, sorrowful,\n      young children, widows, the sick, and to shunn’d persons,\n  All self-denial that stood steady and aloof on wrecks, and saw\n      others fill the seats of the boats,\n  All offering of substance or life for the good old cause, or for a\n      friend’s sake, or opinion’s sake,\n  All pains of enthusiasts scoff’d at by their neighbors,\n  All the limitless sweet love and precious suffering of mothers,\n  All honest men baffled in strifes recorded or unrecorded,\n  All the grandeur and good of ancient nations whose fragments we inherit,\n  All the good of the dozens of ancient nations unknown to us by name,\n      date, location,\n  All that was ever manfully begun, whether it succeeded or no,\n  All suggestions of the divine mind of man or the divinity of his\n      mouth, or the shaping of his great hands,\n  All that is well thought or said this day on any part of the globe,\n      or on any of the wandering stars, or on any of the fix’d stars,\n      by those there as we are here,\n  All that is henceforth to be thought or done by you whoever you are,\n      or by any one,\n  These inure, have inured, shall inure, to the identities from which\n      they sprang, or shall spring.\n\n  Did you guess any thing lived only its moment?\n  The world does not so exist, no parts palpable or impalpable so exist,\n  No consummation exists without being from some long previous\n      consummation, and that from some other,\n  Without the farthest conceivable one coming a bit nearer the\n      beginning than any.\n\n  Whatever satisfies souls is true;\n  Prudence entirely satisfies the craving and glut of souls,\n  Itself only finally satisfies the soul,\n  The soul has that measureless pride which revolts from every lesson\n      but its own.\n\n  Now I breathe the word of the prudence that walks abreast with time,\n      space, reality,\n  That answers the pride which refuses every lesson but its own.\n\n  What is prudence is indivisible,\n  Declines to separate one part of life from every part,\n  Divides not the righteous from the unrighteous or the living from the dead,\n  Matches every thought or act by its correlative,\n  Knows no possible forgiveness or deputed atonement,\n  Knows that the young man who composedly peril’d his life and lost it\n      has done exceedingly well for himself without doubt,\n  That he who never peril’d his life, but retains it to old age in\n      riches and ease, has probably achiev’d nothing for himself worth\n      mentioning,\n  Knows that only that person has really learn’d who has learn’d to\n      prefer results,\n  Who favors body and soul the same,\n  Who perceives the indirect assuredly following the direct,\n  Who in his spirit in any emergency whatever neither hurries nor\n      avoids death.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0199","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0200","title":"The Singer in the Prison","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"O sight of pity, shame and dole!\n          O fearful thought—a convict soul.\n\n       1\n  Rang the refrain along the hall, the prison,\n  Rose to the roof, the vaults of heaven above,\n  Pouring in floods of melody in tones so pensive sweet and strong the\n      like whereof was never heard,\n  Reaching the far-off sentry and the armed guards, who ceas’d their pacing,\n  Making the hearer’s pulses stop for ecstasy and awe.\n\n       2\n  The sun was low in the west one winter day,\n  When down a narrow aisle amid the thieves and outlaws of the land,\n  (There by the hundreds seated, sear-faced murderers, wily counterfeiters,\n  Gather’d to Sunday church in prison walls, the keepers round,\n  Plenteous, well-armed, watching with vigilant eyes,)\n  Calmly a lady walk’d holding a little innocent child by either hand,\n  Whom seating on their stools beside her on the platform,\n  She, first preluding with the instrument a low and musical prelude,\n  In voice surpassing all, sang forth a quaint old hymn.\n\n       A soul confined by bars and bands,\n       Cries, help! O help! and wrings her hands,\n       Blinded her eyes, bleeding her breast,\n       Nor pardon finds, nor balm of rest.\n\n       Ceaseless she paces to and fro,\n       O heart-sick days! O nights of woe!\n       Nor hand of friend, nor loving face,\n       Nor favor comes, nor word of grace.\n\n       It was not I that sinn’d the sin,\n       The ruthless body dragg’d me in;\n       Though long I strove courageously,\n       The body was too much for me.\n\n       Dear prison’d soul bear up a space,\n       For soon or late the certain grace;\n       To set thee free and bear thee home,\n       The heavenly pardoner death shall come.\n\n          Convict no more, nor shame, nor dole!\n          Depart—a God-enfranchis’d soul!\n\n       3\n  The singer ceas’d,\n  One glance swept from her clear calm eyes o’er all those upturn’d faces,\n  Strange sea of prison faces, a thousand varied, crafty, brutal,\n      seam’d and beauteous faces,\n  Then rising, passing back along the narrow aisle between them,\n  While her gown touch’d them rustling in the silence,\n  She vanish’d with her children in the dusk.\n\n  While upon all, convicts and armed keepers ere they stirr’d,\n  (Convict forgetting prison, keeper his loaded pistol,)\n  A hush and pause fell down a wondrous minute,\n  With deep half-stifled sobs and sound of bad men bow’d and moved to weeping,\n  And youth’s convulsive breathings, memories of home,\n  The mother’s voice in lullaby, the sister’s care, the happy childhood,\n  The long-pent spirit rous’d to reminiscence;\n  A wondrous minute then—but after in the solitary night, to many,\n      many there,\n  Years after, even in the hour of death, the sad refrain, the tune,\n      the voice, the words,\n  Resumed, the large calm lady walks the narrow aisle,\n  The wailing melody again, the singer in the prison sings,\n\n       O sight of pity, shame and dole!\n       O fearful thought—a convict soul.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0200","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0200","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0201","title":"Warble for Lilac-Time","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Warble me now for joy of lilac-time, (returning in reminiscence,)\n  Sort me O tongue and lips for Nature’s sake, souvenirs of earliest summer,\n  Gather the welcome signs, (as children with pebbles or stringing shells,)\n  Put in April and May, the hylas croaking in the ponds, the elastic air,\n  Bees, butterflies, the sparrow with its simple notes,\n  Blue-bird and darting swallow, nor forget the high-hole flashing his\n      golden wings,\n  The tranquil sunny haze, the clinging smoke, the vapor,\n  Shimmer of waters with fish in them, the cerulean above,\n  All that is jocund and sparkling, the brooks running,\n  The maple woods, the crisp February days and the sugar-making,\n  The robin where he hops, bright-eyed, brown-breasted,\n  With musical clear call at sunrise, and again at sunset,\n  Or flitting among the trees of the apple-orchard, building the nest\n      of his mate,\n  The melted snow of March, the willow sending forth its yellow-green sprouts,\n  For spring-time is here! the summer is here! and what is this in it\n      and from it?\n  Thou, soul, unloosen’d—the restlessness after I know not what;\n  Come, let us lag here no longer, let us be up and away!\n  O if one could but fly like a bird!\n  O to escape, to sail forth as in a ship!\n  To glide with thee O soul, o’er all, in all, as a ship o’er the waters;\n  Gathering these hints, the preludes, the blue sky, the grass, the\n      morning drops of dew,\n  The lilac-scent, the bushes with dark green heart-shaped leaves,\n  Wood-violets, the little delicate pale blossoms called innocence,\n  Samples and sorts not for themselves alone, but for their atmosphere,\n  To grace the bush I love—to sing with the birds,\n  A warble for joy of returning in reminiscence.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0201","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0201","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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P., Buried 1870]","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  What may we chant, O thou within this tomb?\n  What tablets, outlines, hang for thee, O millionnaire?\n  The life thou lived’st we know not,\n  But that thou walk’dst thy years in barter, ’mid the haunts of\n      brokers,\n  Nor heroism thine, nor war, nor glory.\n\n       2\n  Silent, my soul,\n  With drooping lids, as waiting, ponder’d,\n  Turning from all the samples, monuments of heroes.\n\n  While through the interior vistas,\n  Noiseless uprose, phantasmic, (as by night Auroras of the north,)\n  Lambent tableaus, prophetic, bodiless scenes,\n  Spiritual projections.\n\n  In one, among the city streets a laborer’s home appear’d,\n  After his day’s work done, cleanly, sweet-air’d, the gaslight burning,\n  The carpet swept and a fire in the cheerful stove.\n\n  In one, the sacred parturition scene,\n  A happy painless mother birth’d a perfect child.\n\n  In one, at a bounteous morning meal,\n  Sat peaceful parents with contented sons.\n\n  In one, by twos and threes, young people,\n  Hundreds concentring, walk’d the paths and streets and roads,\n  Toward a tall-domed school.\n\n  In one a trio beautiful,\n  Grandmother, loving daughter, loving daughter’s daughter, sat,\n  Chatting and sewing.\n\n  In one, along a suite of noble rooms,\n  ’Mid plenteous books and journals, paintings on the walls, fine statuettes,\n  Were groups of friendly journeymen, mechanics young and old,\n  Reading, conversing.\n\n  All, all the shows of laboring life,\n  City and country, women’s, men’s and children’s,\n  Their wants provided for, hued in the sun and tinged for once with joy,\n  Marriage, the street, the factory, farm, the house-room, lodging-room,\n  Labor and toll, the bath, gymnasium, playground, library, college,\n  The student, boy or girl, led forward to be taught,\n  The sick cared for, the shoeless shod, the orphan father’d and mother’d,\n  The hungry fed, the houseless housed;\n  (The intentions perfect and divine,\n  The workings, details, haply human.)\n\n       3\n  O thou within this tomb,\n  From thee such scenes, thou stintless, lavish giver,\n  Tallying the gifts of earth, large as the earth,\n  Thy name an earth, with mountains, fields and tides.\n\n  Nor by your streams alone, you rivers,\n  By you, your banks Connecticut,\n  By you and all your teeming life old Thames,\n  By you Potomac laving the ground Washington trod, by you Patapsco,\n  You Hudson, you endless Mississippi—nor you alone,\n  But to the high seas launch, my thought, his memory.","themes":["time","spirituality","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0202","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0202","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0203","title":"Out from Behind This Mask [To Confront a Portrait]","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  Out from behind this bending rough-cut mask,\n  These lights and shades, this drama of the whole,\n  This common curtain of the face contain’d in me for me, in you for\n      you, in each for each,\n  (Tragedies, sorrows, laughter, tears—0 heaven!\n  The passionate teeming plays this curtain hid!)\n  This glaze of God’s serenest purest sky,\n  This film of Satan’s seething pit,\n  This heart’s geography’s map, this limitless small continent, this\n      soundless sea;\n  Out from the convolutions of this globe,\n  This subtler astronomic orb than sun or moon, than Jupiter, Venus, Mars,\n  This condensation of the universe, (nay here the only universe,\n  Here the idea, all in this mystic handful wrapt;)\n  These burin’d eyes, flashing to you to pass to future time,\n  To launch and spin through space revolving sideling, from these to emanate,\n  To you whoe’er you are—a look.\n\n       2\n  A traveler of thoughts and years, of peace and war,\n  Of youth long sped and middle age declining,\n  (As the first volume of a tale perused and laid away, and this the second,\n  Songs, ventures, speculations, presently to close,)\n  Lingering a moment here and now, to you I opposite turn,\n  As on the road or at some crevice door by chance, or open’d window,\n  Pausing, inclining, baring my head, you specially I greet,\n  To draw and clinch your soul for once inseparably with mine,\n  Then travel travel on.","themes":["love","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0203","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0203","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0204","title":"Vocalism","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  Vocalism, measure, concentration, determination, and the divine\n      power to speak words;\n  Are you full-lung’d and limber-lipp’d from long trial? from vigorous\n      practice? from physique?\n  Do you move in these broad lands as broad as they?\n  Come duly to the divine power to speak words?\n  For only at last after many years, after chastity, friendship,\n      procreation, prudence, and nakedness,\n  After treading ground and breasting river and lake,\n  After a loosen’d throat, after absorbing eras, temperaments, races,\n      after knowledge, freedom, crimes,\n  After complete faith, after clarifyings, elevations, and removing\n      obstructions,\n  After these and more, it is just possible there comes to a man,\n      woman, the divine power to speak words;\n  Then toward that man or that woman swiftly hasten all—none\n      refuse, all attend,\n  Armies, ships, antiquities, libraries, paintings, machines, cities,\n      hate, despair, amity, pain, theft, murder, aspiration, form in\n      close ranks,\n  They debouch as they are wanted to march obediently through the\n      mouth of that man or that woman.\n\n       2\n  O what is it in me that makes me tremble so at voices?\n  Surely whoever speaks to me in the right voice, him or her I shall follow,\n  As the water follows the moon, silently, with fluid steps, anywhere\n      around the globe.\n\n  All waits for the right voices;\n  Where is the practis’d and perfect organ? where is the develop’d soul?\n  For I see every word utter’d thence has deeper, sweeter, new sounds,\n      impossible on less terms.\n\n  I see brains and lips closed, tympans and temples unstruck,\n  Until that comes which has the quality to strike and to unclose,\n  Until that comes which has the quality to bring forth what lies\n      slumbering forever ready in all words.","themes":["time","spirituality","night","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0204","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0204","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0205","title":"To Him That Was Crucified","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"My spirit to yours dear brother,\n  Do not mind because many sounding your name do not understand you,\n  I do not sound your name, but I understand you,\n  I specify you with joy O my comrade to salute you, and to salute\n      those who are with you, before and since, and those to come also,\n  That we all labor together transmitting the same charge and succession,\n  We few equals indifferent of lands, indifferent of times,\n  We, enclosers of all continents, all castes, allowers of all theologies,\n  Compassionaters, perceivers, rapport of men,\n  We walk silent among disputes and assertions, but reject not the\n      disputers nor any thing that is asserted,\n  We hear the bawling and din, we are reach’d at by divisions,\n      jealousies, recriminations on every side,\n  They close peremptorily upon us to surround us, my comrade,\n  Yet we walk unheld, free, the whole earth over, journeying up and\n      down till we make our ineffaceable mark upon time and the diverse eras,\n  Till we saturate time and eras, that the men and women of races,\n      ages to come, may prove brethren and lovers as we are.","themes":["love","time","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0205","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0205","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0206","title":"You Felons on Trial in Courts","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"You felons on trial in courts,\n  You convicts in prison-cells, you sentenced assassins chain’d and\n      handcuff’d with iron,\n  Who am I too that I am not on trial or in prison?\n  Me ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain’d with\n      iron, or my ankles with iron?\n\n  You prostitutes flaunting over the trottoirs or obscene in your rooms,\n  Who am I that I should call you more obscene than myself?\n\n  O culpable! I acknowledge—I expose!\n  (O admirers, praise not me—compliment not me—you make me wince,\n  I see what you do not—I know what you do not.)\n\n  Inside these breast-bones I lie smutch’d and choked,\n  Beneath this face that appears so impassive hell’s tides continually run,\n  Lusts and wickedness are acceptable to me,\n  I walk with delinquents with passionate love,\n  I feel I am of them—I belong to those convicts and prostitutes myself,\n  And henceforth I will not deny them—for how can I deny myself?","themes":["love","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0206","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0206","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0207","title":"Laws for Creations","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Laws for creations,\n  For strong artists and leaders, for fresh broods of teachers and\n      perfect literats for America,\n  For noble savans and coming musicians.\n  All must have reference to the ensemble of the world, and the\n      compact truth of the world,\n  There shall be no subject too pronounced—all works shall illustrate\n      the divine law of indirections.\n\n  What do you suppose creation is?\n  What do you suppose will satisfy the soul, except to walk free and\n      own no superior?\n  What do you suppose I would intimate to you in a hundred ways, but\n      that man or woman is as good as God?\n  And that there is no God any more divine than Yourself?\n  And that that is what the oldest and newest myths finally mean?\n  And that you or any one must approach creations through such laws?","themes":["spirituality","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0207","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0207","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0208","title":"To a Common Prostitute","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Be composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and\n      lusty as Nature,\n  Not till the sun excludes you do I exclude you,\n  Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves to\n      rustle for you, do my words refuse to glisten and rustle for you.\n\n  My girl I appoint with you an appointment, and I charge you that you\n      make preparation to be worthy to meet me,\n  And I charge you that you be patient and perfect till I come.\n\n  Till then I salute you with a significant look that you do not forget me.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0208","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0208","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0209","title":"I Was Looking a Long While","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I was looking a long while for Intentions,\n  For a clew to the history of the past for myself, and for these\n      chants—and now I have found it,\n  It is not in those paged fables in the libraries, (them I neither\n      accept nor reject,)\n  It is no more in the legends than in all else,\n  It is in the present—it is this earth to-day,\n  It is in Democracy—(the purport and aim of all the past,)\n  It is the life of one man or one woman to-day—the average man of to-day,\n  It is in languages, social customs, literatures, arts,\n  It is in the broad show of artificial things, ships, machinery,\n      politics, creeds, modern improvements, and the interchange of nations,\n  All for the modern—all for the average man of to-day.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0209","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0209","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0210","title":"Thought","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Of persons arrived at high positions, ceremonies, wealth,\n      scholarships, and the like;\n  (To me all that those persons have arrived at sinks away from them,\n      except as it results to their bodies and souls,\n  So that often to me they appear gaunt and naked,\n  And often to me each one mocks the others, and mocks himself or herself,\n  And of each one the core of life, namely happiness, is full of the\n      rotten excrement of maggots,\n  And often to me those men and women pass unwittingly the true\n      realities of life, and go toward false realities,\n  And often to me they are alive after what custom has served them,\n      but nothing more,\n  And often to me they are sad, hasty, unwaked sonnambules walking the dusk.)","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0210","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0210","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0211","title":"Miracles","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Why, who makes much of a miracle?\n  As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,\n  Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,\n  Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,\n  Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,\n  Or stand under trees in the woods,\n  Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night\n      with any one I love,\n  Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,\n  Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,\n  Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon,\n  Or animals feeding in the fields,\n  Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,\n  Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quiet\n      and bright,\n  Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;\n  These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,\n  The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.\n\n  To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,\n  Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,\n  Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,\n  Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.\n  To me the sea is a continual miracle,\n  The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves—the\n      ships with men in them,\n  What stranger miracles are there?","themes":["love","nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0211","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0211","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0212","title":"Sparkles from the Wheel","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Where the city’s ceaseless crowd moves on the livelong day,\n  Withdrawn I join a group of children watching, I pause aside with them.\n\n  By the curb toward the edge of the flagging,\n  A knife-grinder works at his wheel sharpening a great knife,\n  Bending over he carefully holds it to the stone, by foot and knee,\n  With measur’d tread he turns rapidly, as he presses with light but\n      firm hand,\n  Forth issue then in copious golden jets,\n  Sparkles from the wheel.\n\n  The scene and all its belongings, how they seize and affect me,\n  The sad sharp-chinn’d old man with worn clothes and broad\n      shoulder-band of leather,\n  Myself effusing and fluid, a phantom curiously floating, now here\n      absorb’d and arrested,\n  The group, (an unminded point set in a vast surrounding,)\n  The attentive, quiet children, the loud, proud, restive base of the streets,\n  The low hoarse purr of the whirling stone, the light-press’d blade,\n  Diffusing, dropping, sideways-darting, in tiny showers of gold,\n  Sparkles from the wheel.","themes":["time","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0212","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0212","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0213","title":"To a Pupil","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Is reform needed? is it through you?\n  The greater the reform needed, the greater the Personality you need\n      to accomplish it.\n\n  You! do you not see how it would serve to have eyes, blood,\n      complexion, clean and sweet?\n  Do you not see how it would serve to have such a body and soul that\n      when you enter the crowd an atmosphere of desire and command\n      enters with you, and every one is impress’d with your Personality?\n\n  O the magnet! the flesh over and over!\n  Go, dear friend, if need be give up all else, and commence to-day to\n      inure yourself to pluck, reality, self-esteem, definiteness,\n      elevatedness,\n  Rest not till you rivet and publish yourself of your own Personality.","themes":["love","spirituality","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0213","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0213","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0214","title":"Unfolded out of the Folds","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Unfolded out of the folds of the woman man comes unfolded, and is\n      always to come unfolded,\n  Unfolded only out of the superbest woman of the earth is to come the\n      superbest man of the earth,\n  Unfolded out of the friendliest woman is to come the friendliest man,\n  Unfolded only out of the perfect body of a woman can a man be\n      form’d of perfect body,\n  Unfolded only out of the inimitable poems of woman can come the\n      poems of man, (only thence have my poems come;)\n  Unfolded out of the strong and arrogant woman I love, only thence\n      can appear the strong and arrogant man I love,\n  Unfolded by brawny embraces from the well-muscled woman\n      love, only thence come the brawny embraces of the man,\n  Unfolded out of the folds of the woman’s brain come all the folds\n      of the man’s brain, duly obedient,\n  Unfolded out of the justice of the woman all justice is unfolded,\n  Unfolded out of the sympathy of the woman is all sympathy;\n  A man is a great thing upon the earth and through eternity, but\n      every of the greatness of man is unfolded out of woman;\n  First the man is shaped in the woman, he can then be shaped in himself.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0214","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0214","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0215","title":"What Am I After All","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"What am I after all but a child, pleas’d with the sound of my own\n      name? repeating it over and over;\n  I stand apart to hear—it never tires me.\n\n  To you your name also;\n  Did you think there was nothing but two or three pronunciations in\n      the sound of your name?","themes":["home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0215","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0215","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0216","title":"Kosmos","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Who includes diversity and is Nature,\n  Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness and sexuality of\n      the earth, and the great charity of the earth, and the equilibrium also,\n  Who has not look’d forth from the windows the eyes for nothing,\n      or whose brain held audience with messengers for nothing,\n  Who contains believers and disbelievers, who is the most majestic lover,\n  Who holds duly his or her triune proportion of realism,\n      spiritualism, and of the aesthetic or intellectual,\n  Who having consider’d the body finds all its organs and parts good,\n  Who, out of the theory of the earth and of his or her body\n      understands by subtle analogies all other theories,\n  The theory of a city, a poem, and of the large politics of these States;\n  Who believes not only in our globe with its sun and moon, but in\n      other globes with their suns and moons,\n  Who, constructing the house of himself or herself, not for a day\n      but for all time, sees races, eras, dates, generations,\n  The past, the future, dwelling there, like space, inseparable together.","themes":["love","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0216","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0216","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0217","title":"Others May Praise What They Like","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Others may praise what they like;\n  But I, from the banks of the running Missouri, praise nothing in art\n      or aught else,\n  Till it has well inhaled the atmosphere of this river, also the\n      western prairie-scent,\n  And exudes it all again.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0217","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0217","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0218","title":"Who Learns My Lesson Complete?","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Who learns my lesson complete?\n  Boss, journeyman, apprentice, churchman and atheist,\n  The stupid and the wise thinker, parents and offspring, merchant,\n      clerk, porter and customer,\n  Editor, author, artist, and schoolboy—draw nigh and commence;\n  It is no lesson—it lets down the bars to a good lesson,\n  And that to another, and every one to another still.\n\n  The great laws take and effuse without argument,\n  I am of the same style, for I am their friend,\n  I love them quits and quits, I do not halt and make salaams.\n\n  I lie abstracted and hear beautiful tales of things and the reasons\n      of things,\n  They are so beautiful I nudge myself to listen.\n\n  I cannot say to any person what I hear—I cannot say it to myself—\n      it is very wonderful.\n\n  It is no small matter, this round and delicious globe moving so\n      exactly in its orbit for ever and ever, without one jolt or\n      the untruth of a single second,\n  I do not think it was made in six days, nor in ten thousand years,\n      nor ten billions of years,\n  Nor plann’d and built one thing after another as an architect plans\n      and builds a house.\n\n  I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman,\n  Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman,\n  Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me, or any one else.\n\n  Is it wonderful that I should be immortal? as every one is immortal;\n  I know it is wonderful, but my eyesight is equally wonderful, and\n      how I was conceived in my mother’s womb is equally wonderful,\n  And pass’d from a babe in the creeping trance of a couple of\n      summers and winters to articulate and walk—all this is\n      equally wonderful.\n\n  And that my soul embraces you this hour, and we affect each other\n      without ever seeing each other, and never perhaps to see\n      each other, is every bit as wonderful.\n\n  And that I can think such thoughts as these is just as wonderful,\n  And that I can remind you, and you think them and know them to\n      be true, is just as wonderful.\n\n  And that the moon spins round the earth and on with the earth, is\n      equally wonderful,\n  And that they balance themselves with the sun and stars is equally\n      wonderful.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0218","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0218","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0219","title":"Tests","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"All submit to them where they sit, inner, secure, unapproachable to\n      analysis in the soul,\n  Not traditions, not the outer authorities are the judges,\n  They are the judges of outer authorities and of all traditions,\n  They corroborate as they go only whatever corroborates themselves,\n      and touches themselves;\n  For all that, they have it forever in themselves to corroborate far\n      and near without one exception.","themes":["spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0219","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0219","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0220","title":"The Torch","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"On my Northwest coast in the midst of the night a fishermen’s group\n      stands watching,\n  Out on the lake that expands before them, others are spearing salmon,\n  The canoe, a dim shadowy thing, moves across the black water,\n  Bearing a torch ablaze at the prow.","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0220","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0220","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0221","title":"O Star of France [1870-71]","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"O star of France,\n  The brightness of thy hope and strength and fame,\n  Like some proud ship that led the fleet so long,\n  Beseems to-day a wreck driven by the gale, a mastless hulk,\n  And ’mid its teeming madden’d half-drown’d crowds,\n  Nor helm nor helmsman.\n\n  Dim smitten star,\n  Orb not of France alone, pale symbol of my soul, its dearest hopes,\n  The struggle and the daring, rage divine for liberty,\n  Of aspirations toward the far ideal, enthusiast’s dreams of brotherhood,\n  Of terror to the tyrant and the priest.\n\n  Star crucified—by traitors sold,\n  Star panting o’er a land of death, heroic land,\n  Strange, passionate, mocking, frivolous land.\n\n  Miserable! yet for thy errors, vanities, sins, I will not now rebuke thee,\n  Thy unexampled woes and pangs have quell’d them all,\n  And left thee sacred.\n\n  In that amid thy many faults thou ever aimedst highly,\n  In that thou wouldst not really sell thyself however great the price,\n  In that thou surely wakedst weeping from thy drugg’d sleep,\n  In that alone among thy sisters thou, giantess, didst rend the ones\n      that shamed thee,\n  In that thou couldst not, wouldst not, wear the usual chains,\n  This cross, thy livid face, thy pierced hands and feet,\n  The spear thrust in thy side.\n\n  O star! O ship of France, beat back and baffled long!\n  Bear up O smitten orb! O ship continue on!\n\n  Sure as the ship of all, the Earth itself,\n  Product of deathly fire and turbulent chaos,\n  Forth from its spasms of fury and its poisons,\n  Issuing at last in perfect power and beauty,\n  Onward beneath the sun following its course,\n  So thee O ship of France!\n\n  Finish’d the days, the clouds dispel’d\n  The travail o’er, the long-sought extrication,\n  When lo! reborn, high o’er the European world,\n  (In gladness answering thence, as face afar to face, reflecting ours\n      Columbia,)\n  Again thy star O France, fair lustrous star,\n  In heavenly peace, clearer, more bright than ever,\n  Shall beam immortal.","themes":["hope","grief","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0221","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0221","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0222","title":"The Ox-Tamer","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"In a far-away northern county in the placid pastoral region,\n  Lives my farmer friend, the theme of my recitative, a famous tamer of oxen,\n  There they bring him the three-year-olds and the four-year-olds to\n      break them,\n  He will take the wildest steer in the world and break him and tame him,\n  He will go fearless without any whip where the young bullock\n      chafes up and down the yard,\n  The bullock’s head tosses restless high in the air with raging eyes,\n  Yet see you! how soon his rage subsides—how soon this tamer tames him;\n  See you! on the farms hereabout a hundred oxen young and old,\n      and he is the man who has tamed them,\n  They all know him, all are affectionate to him;\n  See you! some are such beautiful animals, so lofty looking;\n  Some are buff-color’d, some mottled, one has a white line running\n      along his back, some are brindled,\n  Some have wide flaring horns (a good sign)—see you! the bright hides,\n  See, the two with stars on their foreheads—see, the round bodies\n      and broad backs,\n  How straight and square they stand on their legs—what fine sagacious eyes!\n  How straight they watch their tamer—they wish him near them—how\n      they turn to look after him!\n  What yearning expression! how uneasy they are when he moves away from them;\n  Now I marvel what it can be he appears to them, (books, politics,\n      poems, depart—all else departs,)\n  I confess I envy only his fascination—my silent, illiterate friend,\n  Whom a hundred oxen love there in his life on farms,\n  In the northern county far, in the placid pastoral region.\n\nAn Old Man’s Thought of School\n  [For the Inauguration of a Public School, Camden, New Jersey, 1874]\n\n  An old man’s thought of school,\n  An old man gathering youthful memories and blooms that youth itself cannot.\n\n  Now only do I know you,\n  O fair auroral skies—O morning dew upon the grass!\n\n  And these I see, these sparkling eyes,\n  These stores of mystic meaning, these young lives,\n  Building, equipping like a fleet of ships, immortal ships,\n  Soon to sail out over the measureless seas,\n  On the soul’s voyage.\n\n  Only a lot of boys and girls?\n  Only the tiresome spelling, writing, ciphering classes?\n  Only a public school?\n\n  Ah more, infinitely more;\n  (As George Fox rais’d his warning cry, “Is it this pile of brick and\n      mortar, these dead floors, windows, rails, you call the church?\n  Why this is not the church at all—the church is living, ever living\n      souls.”)\n\n  And you America,\n  Cast you the real reckoning for your present?\n  The lights and shadows of your future, good or evil?\n  To girlhood, boyhood look, the teacher and the school.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0222","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0222","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0223","title":"Wandering at Morn","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Wandering at morn,\n  Emerging from the night from gloomy thoughts, thee in my thoughts,\n  Yearning for thee harmonious Union! thee, singing bird divine!\n  Thee coil’d in evil times my country, with craft and black dismay,\n      with every meanness, treason thrust upon thee,\n  This common marvel I beheld—the parent thrush I watch’d feeding its young,\n  The singing thrush whose tones of joy and faith ecstatic,\n  Fail not to certify and cheer my soul.\n\n  There ponder’d, felt I,\n  If worms, snakes, loathsome grubs, may to sweet spiritual songs be turn’d,\n  If vermin so transposed, so used and bless’d may be,\n  Then may I trust in you, your fortunes, days, my country;\n  Who knows but these may be the lessons fit for you?\n  From these your future song may rise with joyous trills,\n  Destin’d to fill the world.\n\nItalian Music in Dakota\n  [\"The Seventeenth—the finest Regimental Band I ever heard.”]\n\n  Through the soft evening air enwinding all,\n  Rocks, woods, fort, cannon, pacing sentries, endless wilds,\n  In dulcet streams, in flutes’ and cornets’ notes,\n  Electric, pensive, turbulent, artificial,\n  (Yet strangely fitting even here, meanings unknown before,\n  Subtler than ever, more harmony, as if born here, related here,\n  Not to the city’s fresco’d rooms, not to the audience of the opera house,\n  Sounds, echoes, wandering strains, as really here at home,\n  Sonnambula’s innocent love, trios with Norma’s anguish,\n  And thy ecstatic chorus Poliuto;)\n  Ray’d in the limpid yellow slanting sundown,\n  Music, Italian music in Dakota.\n\n  While Nature, sovereign of this gnarl’d realm,\n  Lurking in hidden barbaric grim recesses,\n  Acknowledging rapport however far remov’d,\n  (As some old root or soil of earth its last-born flower or fruit,)\n  Listens well pleas’d.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0223","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0223","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0224","title":"With All Thy Gifts","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"With all thy gifts America,\n  Standing secure, rapidly tending, overlooking the world,\n  Power, wealth, extent, vouchsafed to thee—with these and like of\n      these vouchsafed to thee,\n  What if one gift thou lackest? (the ultimate human problem never solving,)\n  The gift of perfect women fit for thee—what if that gift of gifts\n      thou lackest?\n  The towering feminine of thee? the beauty, health, completion, fit for thee?\n  The mothers fit for thee?","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0224","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0224","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0225","title":"My Picture-Gallery","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"In a little house keep I pictures suspended, it is not a fix’d house,\n  It is round, it is only a few inches from one side to the other;\n  Yet behold, it has room for all the shows of the world, all memories!\n  Here the tableaus of life, and here the groupings of death;\n  Here, do you know this? this is cicerone himself,\n  With finger rais’d he points to the prodigal pictures.","themes":["death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0225","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0225","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0226","title":"The Prairie States","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A newer garden of creation, no primal solitude,\n  Dense, joyous, modern, populous millions, cities and farms,\n  With iron interlaced, composite, tied, many in one,\n  By all the world contributed—freedom’s and law’s and thrift’s society,\n  The crown and teeming paradise, so far, of time’s accumulations,\n  To justify the past.","themes":["time","loneliness","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0226","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0226","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0227","title":"Proud Music of the Storm","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  Proud music of the storm,\n  Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies,\n  Strong hum of forest tree-tops—wind of the mountains,\n  Personified dim shapes—you hidden orchestras,\n  You serenades of phantoms with instruments alert,\n  Blending with Nature’s rhythmus all the tongues of nations;\n  You chords left as by vast composers—you choruses,\n  You formless, free, religious dances—you from the Orient,\n  You undertone of rivers, roar of pouring cataracts,\n  You sounds from distant guns with galloping cavalry,\n  Echoes of camps with all the different bugle-calls,\n  Trooping tumultuous, filling the midnight late, bending me powerless,\n  Entering my lonesome slumber-chamber, why have you seiz’d me?\n\n2\n  Come forward O my soul, and let the rest retire,\n  Listen, lose not, it is toward thee they tend,\n  Parting the midnight, entering my slumber-chamber,\n  For thee they sing and dance O soul.\n\n  A festival song,\n  The duet of the bridegroom and the bride, a marriage-march,\n  With lips of love, and hearts of lovers fill’d to the brim with love,\n  The red-flush’d cheeks and perfumes, the cortege swarming full of\n      friendly faces young and old,\n  To flutes’ clear notes and sounding harps’ cantabile.\n\n  Now loud approaching drums,\n  Victoria! seest thou in powder-smoke the banners torn but flying?\n      the rout of the baffled?\n  Hearest those shouts of a conquering army?\n\n  (Ah soul, the sobs of women, the wounded groaning in agony,\n  The hiss and crackle of flames, the blacken’d ruins, the embers of cities,\n  The dirge and desolation of mankind.)\n\n  Now airs antique and mediaeval fill me,\n  I see and hear old harpers with their harps at Welsh festivals,\n  I hear the minnesingers singing their lays of love,\n  I hear the minstrels, gleemen, troubadours, of the middle ages.\n\n  Now the great organ sounds,\n  Tremulous, while underneath, (as the hid footholds of the earth,\n  On which arising rest, and leaping forth depend,\n  All shapes of beauty, grace and strength, all hues we know,\n  Green blades of grass and warbling birds, children that gambol and\n      play, the clouds of heaven above,)\n  The strong base stands, and its pulsations intermits not,\n  Bathing, supporting, merging all the rest, maternity of all the rest,\n  And with it every instrument in multitudes,\n  The players playing, all the world’s musicians,\n  The solemn hymns and masses rousing adoration,\n  All passionate heart-chants, sorrowful appeals,\n  The measureless sweet vocalists of ages,\n  And for their solvent setting earth’s own diapason,\n  Of winds and woods and mighty ocean waves,\n  A new composite orchestra, binder of years and climes, ten-fold renewer,\n  As of the far-back days the poets tell, the Paradiso,\n  The straying thence, the separation long, but now the wandering done,\n  The journey done, the journeyman come home,\n  And man and art with Nature fused again.\n\n  Tutti! for earth and heaven;\n  (The Almighty leader now for once has signal’d with his wand.)\n\n  The manly strophe of the husbands of the world,\n  And all the wives responding.\n\n  The tongues of violins,\n  (I think O tongues ye tell this heart, that cannot tell itself,\n  This brooding yearning heart, that cannot tell itself.)\n\n       3\n  Ah from a little child,\n  Thou knowest soul how to me all sounds became music,\n  My mother’s voice in lullaby or hymn,\n  (The voice, O tender voices, memory’s loving voices,\n  Last miracle of all, O dearest mother’s, sister’s, voices;)\n  The rain, the growing corn, the breeze among the long-leav’d corn,\n  The measur’d sea-surf beating on the sand,\n  The twittering bird, the hawk’s sharp scream,\n  The wild-fowl’s notes at night as flying low migrating north or south,\n  The psalm in the country church or mid the clustering trees, the\n      open air camp-meeting,\n  The fiddler in the tavern, the glee, the long-strung sailor-song,\n  The lowing cattle, bleating sheep, the crowing cock at dawn.\n\n  All songs of current lands come sounding round me,\n  The German airs of friendship, wine and love,\n  Irish ballads, merry jigs and dances, English warbles,\n  Chansons of France, Scotch tunes, and o’er the rest,\n  Italia’s peerless compositions.\n\n  Across the stage with pallor on her face, yet lurid passion,\n  Stalks Norma brandishing the dagger in her hand.\n\n  I see poor crazed Lucia’s eyes’ unnatural gleam,\n  Her hair down her back falls loose and dishevel’d.\n\n  I see where Ernani walking the bridal garden,\n  Amid the scent of night-roses, radiant, holding his bride by the hand,\n  Hears the infernal call, the death-pledge of the horn.\n\n  To crossing swords and gray hairs bared to heaven,\n  The clear electric base and baritone of the world,\n  The trombone duo, Libertad forever!\n  From Spanish chestnut trees’ dense shade,\n  By old and heavy convent walls a wailing song,\n  Song of lost love, the torch of youth and life quench’d in despair,\n  Song of the dying swan, Fernando’s heart is breaking.\n\n  Awaking from her woes at last retriev’d Amina sings,\n  Copious as stars and glad as morning light the torrents of her joy.\n\n  (The teeming lady comes,\n  The lustrious orb, Venus contralto, the blooming mother,\n  Sister of loftiest gods, Alboni’s self I hear.)\n\n       4\n  I hear those odes, symphonies, operas,\n  I hear in the William Tell the music of an arous’d and angry people,\n  I hear Meyerbeer’s Huguenots, the Prophet, or Robert,\n  Gounod’s Faust, or Mozart’s Don Juan.\n\n  I hear the dance-music of all nations,\n  The waltz, some delicious measure, lapsing, bathing me in bliss,\n  The bolero to tinkling guitars and clattering castanets.\n\n  I see religious dances old and new,\n  I hear the sound of the Hebrew lyre,\n  I see the crusaders marching bearing the cross on high, to the\n      martial clang of cymbals,\n  I hear dervishes monotonously chanting, interspers’d with frantic\n      shouts, as they spin around turning always towards Mecca,\n  I see the rapt religious dances of the Persians and the Arabs,\n  Again, at Eleusis, home of Ceres, I see the modern Greeks dancing,\n  I hear them clapping their hands as they bend their bodies,\n  I hear the metrical shuffling of their feet.\n\n  I see again the wild old Corybantian dance, the performers wounding\n      each other,\n  I see the Roman youth to the shrill sound of flageolets throwing and\n      catching their weapons,\n  As they fall on their knees and rise again.\n\n  I hear from the Mussulman mosque the muezzin calling,\n  I see the worshippers within, nor form nor sermon, argument nor word,\n  But silent, strange, devout, rais’d, glowing heads, ecstatic faces.\n\n  I hear the Egyptian harp of many strings,\n  The primitive chants of the Nile boatmen,\n  The sacred imperial hymns of China,\n  To the delicate sounds of the king, (the stricken wood and stone,)\n  Or to Hindu flutes and the fretting twang of the vina,\n  A band of bayaderes.\n\n       5\n  Now Asia, Africa leave me, Europe seizing inflates me,\n  To organs huge and bands I hear as from vast concourses of voices,\n  Luther’s strong hymn Eine feste Burg ist unser Gott,\n  Rossini’s Stabat Mater dolorosa,\n  Or floating in some high cathedral dim with gorgeous color’d windows,\n  The passionate Agnus Dei or Gloria in Excelsis.\n\n  Composers! mighty maestros!\n  And you, sweet singers of old lands, soprani, tenori, bassi!\n  To you a new bard caroling in the West,\n  Obeisant sends his love.\n\n  (Such led to thee O soul,\n  All senses, shows and objects, lead to thee,\n  But now it seems to me sound leads o’er all the rest.)\n\n  I hear the annual singing of the children in St. Paul’s cathedral,\n  Or, under the high roof of some colossal hall, the symphonies,\n      oratorios of Beethoven, Handel, or Haydn,\n  The Creation in billows of godhood laves me.\n\n  Give me to hold all sounds, (I madly struggling cry,)\n  Fill me with all the voices of the universe,\n  Endow me with their throbbings, Nature’s also,\n  The tempests, waters, winds, operas and chants, marches and dances,\n  Utter, pour in, for I would take them all!\n\n       6\n  Then I woke softly,\n  And pausing, questioning awhile the music of my dream,\n  And questioning all those reminiscences, the tempest in its fury,\n  And all the songs of sopranos and tenors,\n  And those rapt oriental dances of religious fervor,\n  And the sweet varied instruments, and the diapason of organs,\n  And all the artless plaints of love and grief and death,\n  I said to my silent curious soul out of the bed of the slumber-chamber,\n  Come, for I have found the clew I sought so long,\n  Let us go forth refresh’d amid the day,\n  Cheerfully tallying life, walking the world, the real,\n  Nourish’d henceforth by our celestial dream.\n\n  And I said, moreover,\n  Haply what thou hast heard O soul was not the sound of winds,\n  Nor dream of raging storm, nor sea-hawk’s flapping wings nor harsh scream,\n  Nor vocalism of sun-bright Italy,\n  Nor German organ majestic, nor vast concourse of voices, nor layers\n      of harmonies,\n  Nor strophes of husbands and wives, nor sound of marching soldiers,\n  Nor flutes, nor harps, nor the bugle-calls of camps,\n  But to a new rhythmus fitted for thee,\n  Poems bridging the way from Life to Death, vaguely wafted in night\n      air, uncaught, unwritten,\n  Which let us go forth in the bold day and write.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0227","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0227","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0228","title":"Passage to India","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  Singing my days,\n  Singing the great achievements of the present,\n  Singing the strong light works of engineers,\n  Our modern wonders, (the antique ponderous Seven outvied,)\n  In the Old World the east the Suez canal,\n  The New by its mighty railroad spann’d,\n  The seas inlaid with eloquent gentle wires;\n  Yet first to sound, and ever sound, the cry with thee O soul,\n  The Past! the Past! the Past!\n\n  The Past—the dark unfathom’d retrospect!\n  The teeming gulf—the sleepers and the shadows!\n  The past—the infinite greatness of the past!\n  For what is the present after all but a growth out of the past?\n  (As a projectile form’d, impell’d, passing a certain line, still keeps on,\n  So the present, utterly form’d, impell’d by the past.)\n\n       2\n  Passage O soul to India!\n  Eclaircise the myths Asiatic, the primitive fables.\n\n  Not you alone proud truths of the world,\n  Nor you alone ye facts of modern science,\n  But myths and fables of eld, Asia’s, Africa’s fables,\n  The far-darting beams of the spirit, the unloos’d dreams,\n  The deep diving bibles and legends,\n  The daring plots of the poets, the elder religions;\n  O you temples fairer than lilies pour’d over by the rising sun!\n  O you fables spurning the known, eluding the hold of the known,\n      mounting to heaven!\n  You lofty and dazzling towers, pinnacled, red as roses, burnish’d\n      with gold!\n  Towers of fables immortal fashion’d from mortal dreams!\n  You too I welcome and fully the same as the rest!\n  You too with joy I sing.\n\n  Passage to India!\n  Lo, soul, seest thou not God’s purpose from the first?\n  The earth to be spann’d, connected by network,\n  The races, neighbors, to marry and be given in marriage,\n  The oceans to be cross’d, the distant brought near,\n  The lands to be welded together.\n\n  A worship new I sing,\n  You captains, voyagers, explorers, yours,\n  You engineers, you architects, machinists, yours,\n  You, not for trade or transportation only,\n  But in God’s name, and for thy sake O soul.\n\n       3\n  Passage to India!\n  Lo soul for thee of tableaus twain,\n  I see in one the Suez canal initiated, open’d,\n  I see the procession of steamships, the Empress Engenie’s leading the van,\n  I mark from on deck the strange landscape, the pure sky, the level\n      sand in the distance,\n  I pass swiftly the picturesque groups, the workmen gather’d,\n  The gigantic dredging machines.\n\n  In one again, different, (yet thine, all thine, O soul, the same,)\n  I see over my own continent the Pacific railroad surmounting every barrier,\n  I see continual trains of cars winding along the Platte carrying\n      freight and passengers,\n  I hear the locomotives rushing and roaring, and the shrill steam-whistle,\n  I hear the echoes reverberate through the grandest scenery in the world,\n  I cross the Laramie plains, I note the rocks in grotesque shapes,\n      the buttes,\n  I see the plentiful larkspur and wild onions, the barren, colorless,\n      sage-deserts,\n  I see in glimpses afar or towering immediately above me the great\n      mountains, I see the Wind river and the Wahsatch mountains,\n  I see the Monument mountain and the Eagle’s Nest, I pass the\n      Promontory, I ascend the Nevadas,\n  I scan the noble Elk mountain and wind around its base,\n  I see the Humboldt range, I thread the valley and cross the river,\n  I see the clear waters of lake Tahoe, I see forests of majestic pines,\n  Or crossing the great desert, the alkaline plains, I behold\n      enchanting mirages of waters and meadows,\n  Marking through these and after all, in duplicate slender lines,\n  Bridging the three or four thousand miles of land travel,\n  Tying the Eastern to the Western sea,\n  The road between Europe and Asia.\n\n  (Ah Genoese thy dream! thy dream!\n  Centuries after thou art laid in thy grave,\n  The shore thou foundest verifies thy dream.)\n\n       4\n  Passage to India!\n  Struggles of many a captain, tales of many a sailor dead,\n  Over my mood stealing and spreading they come,\n  Like clouds and cloudlets in the unreach’d sky.\n\n  Along all history, down the slopes,\n  As a rivulet running, sinking now, and now again to the surface rising,\n  A ceaseless thought, a varied train—lo, soul, to thee, thy sight,\n      they rise,\n  The plans, the voyages again, the expeditions;\n  Again Vasco de Gama sails forth,\n  Again the knowledge gain’d, the mariner’s compass,\n  Lands found and nations born, thou born America,\n  For purpose vast, man’s long probation fill’d,\n  Thou rondure of the world at last accomplish’d.\n\n       5\n  O vast Rondure, swimming in space,\n  Cover’d all over with visible power and beauty,\n  Alternate light and day and the teeming spiritual darkness,\n  Unspeakable high processions of sun and moon and countless stars above,\n  Below, the manifold grass and waters, animals, mountains, trees,\n  With inscrutable purpose, some hidden prophetic intention,\n  Now first it seems my thought begins to span thee.\n\n  Down from the gardens of Asia descending radiating,\n  Adam and Eve appear, then their myriad progeny after them,\n  Wandering, yearning, curious, with restless explorations,\n  With questionings, baffled, formless, feverish, with never-happy hearts,\n  With that sad incessant refrain, Wherefore unsatisfied soul? and\n      Whither O mocking life?\n\n  Ah who shall soothe these feverish children?\n  Who Justify these restless explorations?\n  Who speak the secret of impassive earth?\n  Who bind it to us? what is this separate Nature so unnatural?\n  What is this earth to our affections? (unloving earth, without a\n      throb to answer ours,\n  Cold earth, the place of graves.)\n\n  Yet soul be sure the first intent remains, and shall be carried out,\n  Perhaps even now the time has arrived.\n\n  After the seas are all cross’d, (as they seem already cross’d,)\n  After the great captains and engineers have accomplish’d their work,\n  After the noble inventors, after the scientists, the chemist, the\n      geologist, ethnologist,\n  Finally shall come the poet worthy that name,\n  The true son of God shall come singing his songs.\n\n  Then not your deeds only O voyagers, O scientists and inventors,\n      shall be justified,\n  All these hearts as of fretted children shall be sooth’d,\n  All affection shall be fully responded to, the secret shall be told,\n  All these separations and gaps shall be taken up and hook’d and\n      link’d together,\n  The whole earth, this cold, impassive, voiceless earth, shall be\n      completely Justified,\n  Trinitas divine shall be gloriously accomplish’d and compacted by\n      the true son of God, the poet,\n  (He shall indeed pass the straits and conquer the mountains,\n  He shall double the cape of Good Hope to some purpose,)\n  Nature and Man shall be disjoin’d and diffused no more,\n  The true son of God shall absolutely fuse them.\n\n       6\n  Year at whose wide-flung door I sing!\n  Year of the purpose accomplish’d!\n  Year of the marriage of continents, climates and oceans!\n  (No mere doge of Venice now wedding the Adriatic,)\n  I see O year in you the vast terraqueous globe given and giving all,\n  Europe to Asia, Africa join’d, and they to the New World,\n  The lands, geographies, dancing before you, holding a festival garland,\n  As brides and bridegrooms hand in hand.\n\n  Passage to India!\n  Cooling airs from Caucasus far, soothing cradle of man,\n  The river Euphrates flowing, the past lit up again.\n\n  Lo soul, the retrospect brought forward,\n  The old, most populous, wealthiest of earth’s lands,\n  The streams of the Indus and the Ganges and their many affluents,\n  (I my shores of America walking to-day behold, resuming all,)\n  The tale of Alexander on his warlike marches suddenly dying,\n  On one side China and on the other side Persia and Arabia,\n  To the south the great seas and the bay of Bengal,\n  The flowing literatures, tremendous epics, religions, castes,\n  Old occult Brahma interminably far back, the tender and junior Buddha,\n  Central and southern empires and all their belongings, possessors,\n  The wars of Tamerlane,the reign of Aurungzebe,\n  The traders, rulers, explorers, Moslems, Venetians, Byzantium, the\n      Arabs, Portuguese,\n  The first travelers famous yet, Marco Polo, Batouta the Moor,\n  Doubts to be solv’d, the map incognita, blanks to be fill’d,\n  The foot of man unstay’d, the hands never at rest,\n  Thyself O soul that will not brook a challenge.\n\n  The mediaeval navigators rise before me,\n  The world of 1492, with its awaken’d enterprise,\n  Something swelling in humanity now like the sap of the earth in spring,\n  The sunset splendor of chivalry declining.\n\n  And who art thou sad shade?\n  Gigantic, visionary, thyself a visionary,\n  With majestic limbs and pious beaming eyes,\n  Spreading around with every look of thine a golden world,\n  Enhuing it with gorgeous hues.\n\n  As the chief histrion,\n  Down to the footlights walks in some great scena,\n  Dominating the rest I see the Admiral himself,\n  (History’s type of courage, action, faith,)\n  Behold him sail from Palos leading his little fleet,\n  His voyage behold, his return, his great fame,\n  His misfortunes, calumniators, behold him a prisoner, chain’d,\n  Behold his dejection, poverty, death.\n\n  (Curious in time I stand, noting the efforts of heroes,\n  Is the deferment long? bitter the slander, poverty, death?\n  Lies the seed unreck’d for centuries in the ground? lo, to God’s due\n      occasion,\n  Uprising in the night, it sprouts, blooms,\n  And fills the earth with use and beauty.)\n\n       7\n  Passage indeed O soul to primal thought,\n  Not lands and seas alone, thy own clear freshness,\n  The young maturity of brood and bloom,\n  To realms of budding bibles.\n\n  O soul, repressless, I with thee and thou with me,\n  Thy circumnavigation of the world begin,\n  Of man, the voyage of his mind’s return,\n  To reason’s early paradise,\n  Back, back to wisdom’s birth, to innocent intuitions,\n  Again with fair creation.\n\n       8\n  O we can wait no longer,\n  We too take ship O soul,\n  Joyous we too launch out on trackless seas,\n  Fearless for unknown shores on waves of ecstasy to sail,\n  Amid the wafting winds, (thou pressing me to thee, I thee to me, O soul,)\n  Caroling free, singing our song of God,\n  Chanting our chant of pleasant exploration.\n\n  With laugh and many a kiss,\n  (Let others deprecate, let others weep for sin, remorse, humiliation,)\n  O soul thou pleasest me, I thee.\n\n  Ah more than any priest O soul we too believe in God,\n  But with the mystery of God we dare not dally.\n\n  O soul thou pleasest me, I thee,\n  Sailing these seas or on the hills, or waking in the night,\n  Thoughts, silent thoughts, of Time and Space and Death, like waters flowing,\n  Bear me indeed as through the regions infinite,\n  Whose air I breathe, whose ripples hear, lave me all over,\n  Bathe me O God in thee, mounting to thee,\n  I and my soul to range in range of thee.\n\n  O Thou transcendent,\n  Nameless, the fibre and the breath,\n  Light of the light, shedding forth universes, thou centre of them,\n  Thou mightier centre of the true, the good, the loving,\n  Thou moral, spiritual fountain—affection’s source—thou reservoir,\n  (O pensive soul of me—O thirst unsatisfied—waitest not there?\n  Waitest not haply for us somewhere there the Comrade perfect?)\n  Thou pulse—thou motive of the stars, suns, systems,\n  That, circling, move in order, safe, harmonious,\n  Athwart the shapeless vastnesses of space,\n  How should I think, how breathe a single breath, how speak, if, out\n      of myself,\n  I could not launch, to those, superior universes?\n\n  Swiftly I shrivel at the thought of God,\n  At Nature and its wonders, Time and Space and Death,\n  But that I, turning, call to thee O soul, thou actual Me,\n  And lo, thou gently masterest the orbs,\n  Thou matest Time, smilest content at Death,\n  And fillest, swellest full the vastnesses of Space.\n\n  Greater than stars or suns,\n  Bounding O soul thou journeyest forth;\n  What love than thine and ours could wider amplify?\n  What aspirations, wishes, outvie thine and ours O soul?\n  What dreams of the ideal? what plans of purity, perfection, strength?\n  What cheerful willingness for others’ sake to give up all?\n  For others’ sake to suffer all?\n\n  Reckoning ahead O soul, when thou, the time achiev’d,\n  The seas all cross’d, weather’d the capes, the voyage done,\n  Surrounded, copest, frontest God, yieldest, the aim attain’d,\n  As fill’d with friendship, love complete, the Elder Brother found,\n  The Younger melts in fondness in his arms.\n\n       9\n  Passage to more than India!\n  Are thy wings plumed indeed for such far flights?\n  O soul, voyagest thou indeed on voyages like those?\n  Disportest thou on waters such as those?\n  Soundest below the Sanscrit and the Vedas?\n  Then have thy bent unleash’d.\n\n  Passage to you, your shores, ye aged fierce enigmas!\n  Passage to you, to mastership of you, ye strangling problems!\n  You, strew’d with the wrecks of skeletons, that, living, never reach’d you.\n\n  Passage to more than India!\n  O secret of the earth and sky!\n  Of you O waters of the sea! O winding creeks and rivers!\n  Of you O woods and fields! of you strong mountains of my land!\n  Of you O prairies! of you gray rocks!\n  O morning red! O clouds! O rain and snows!\n  O day and night, passage to you!\n\nO sun and moon and all you stars! Sirius and Jupiter!\n  Passage to you!\n\n  Passage, immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins!\n  Away O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!\n\n  Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!\n  Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?\n  Have we not grovel’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?\n  Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?\n\n  Sail forth—steer for the deep waters only,\n  Reckless O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me,\n  For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go,\n  And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.\n\n  O my brave soul!\n  O farther farther sail!\n  O daring joy, but safe! are they not all the seas of God?\n  O farther, farther, farther sail!","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0228","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0228","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0229","title":"Prayer of Columbus","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A batter’d, wreck’d old man,\n  Thrown on this savage shore, far, far from home,\n  Pent by the sea and dark rebellious brows, twelve dreary months,\n  Sore, stiff with many toils, sicken’d and nigh to death,\n  I take my way along the island’s edge,\n  Venting a heavy heart.\n\n  I am too full of woe!\n  Haply I may not live another day;\n  I cannot rest O God, I cannot eat or drink or sleep,\n  Till I put forth myself, my prayer, once more to Thee,\n  Breathe, bathe myself once more in Thee, commune with Thee,\n  Report myself once more to Thee.\n\n  Thou knowest my years entire, my life,\n  My long and crowded life of active work, not adoration merely;\n  Thou knowest the prayers and vigils of my youth,\n  Thou knowest my manhood’s solemn and visionary meditations,\n  Thou knowest how before I commenced I devoted all to come to Thee,\n  Thou knowest I have in age ratified all those vows and strictly kept them,\n  Thou knowest I have not once lost nor faith nor ecstasy in Thee,\n  In shackles, prison’d, in disgrace, repining not,\n  Accepting all from Thee, as duly come from Thee.\n\n  All my emprises have been fill’d with Thee,\n  My speculations, plans, begun and carried on in thoughts of Thee,\n  Sailing the deep or journeying the land for Thee;\n  Intentions, purports, aspirations mine, leaving results to Thee.\n\n  O I am sure they really came from Thee,\n  The urge, the ardor, the unconquerable will,\n  The potent, felt, interior command, stronger than words,\n  A message from the Heavens whispering to me even in sleep,\n  These sped me on.\n\n  By me and these the work so far accomplish’d,\n  By me earth’s elder cloy’d and stifled lands uncloy’d, unloos’d,\n  By me the hemispheres rounded and tied, the unknown to the known.\n\n  The end I know not, it is all in Thee,\n  Or small or great I know not—haply what broad fields, what lands,\n  Haply the brutish measureless human undergrowth I know,\n  Transplanted there may rise to stature, knowledge worthy Thee,\n  Haply the swords I know may there indeed be turn’d to reaping-tools,\n  Haply the lifeless cross I know, Europe’s dead cross, may bud and\n      blossom there.\n\n  One effort more, my altar this bleak sand;\n  That Thou O God my life hast lighted,\n  With ray of light, steady, ineffable, vouchsafed of Thee,\n  Light rare untellable, lighting the very light,\n  Beyond all signs, descriptions, languages;\n  For that O God, be it my latest word, here on my knees,\n  Old, poor, and paralyzed, I thank Thee.\n\n  My terminus near,\n  The clouds already closing in upon me,\n  The voyage balk’d, the course disputed, lost,\n  I yield my ships to Thee.\n\n  My hands, my limbs grow nerveless,\n  My brain feels rack’d, bewilder’d,\n  Let the old timbers part, I will not part,\n  I will cling fast to Thee, O God, though the waves buffet me,\n  Thee, Thee at least I know.\n\n  Is it the prophet’s thought I speak, or am I raving?\n  What do I know of life? what of myself?\n  I know not even my own work past or present,\n  Dim ever-shifting guesses of it spread before me,\n  Of newer better worlds, their mighty parturition,\n  Mocking, perplexing me.\n\n  And these things I see suddenly, what mean they?\n  As if some miracle, some hand divine unseal’d my eyes,\n  Shadowy vast shapes smile through the air and sky,\n  And on the distant waves sail countless ships,\n  And anthems in new tongues I hear saluting me.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0229","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0229","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0230","title":"The Sleepers","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  I wander all night in my vision,\n  Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping,\n  Bending with open eyes over the shut eyes of sleepers,\n  Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, contradictory,\n  Pausing, gazing, bending, and stopping.\n\n  How solemn they look there, stretch’d and still,\n  How quiet they breathe, the little children in their cradles.\n\n  The wretched features of ennuyes, the white features of corpses, the\n      livid faces of drunkards, the sick-gray faces of onanists,\n  The gash’d bodies on battle-fields, the insane in their\n      strong-door’d rooms, the sacred idiots, the new-born emerging\n      from gates, and the dying emerging from gates,\n  The night pervades them and infolds them.\n\n  The married couple sleep calmly in their bed, he with his palm on\n      the hip of the wife, and she with her palm on the hip of the husband,\n  The sisters sleep lovingly side by side in their bed,\n  The men sleep lovingly side by side in theirs,\n  And the mother sleeps with her little child carefully wrapt.\n\n  The blind sleep, and the deaf and dumb sleep,\n  The prisoner sleeps well in the prison, the runaway son sleeps,\n  The murderer that is to be hung next day, how does he sleep?\n  And the murder’d person, how does he sleep?\n\n  The female that loves unrequited sleeps,\n  And the male that loves unrequited sleeps,\n  The head of the money-maker that plotted all day sleeps,\n  And the enraged and treacherous dispositions, all, all sleep.\n\n  I stand in the dark with drooping eyes by the worst-suffering and\n      the most restless,\n  I pass my hands soothingly to and fro a few inches from them,\n  The restless sink in their beds, they fitfully sleep.\n\n  Now I pierce the darkness, new beings appear,\n  The earth recedes from me into the night,\n  I saw that it was beautiful, and I see that what is not the earth is\n      beautiful.\n\n  I go from bedside to bedside, I sleep close with the other sleepers\n      each in turn,\n  I dream in my dream all the dreams of the other dreamers,\n  And I become the other dreamers.\n\n  I am a dance—play up there! the fit is whirling me fast!\n\n  I am the ever-laughing—it is new moon and twilight,\n  I see the hiding of douceurs, I see nimble ghosts whichever way look,\n  Cache and cache again deep in the ground and sea, and where it is\n      neither ground nor sea.\n\n  Well do they do their jobs those journeymen divine,\n  Only from me can they hide nothing, and would not if they could,\n  I reckon I am their boss and they make me a pet besides,\n  And surround me and lead me and run ahead when I walk,\n  To lift their cunning covers to signify me with stretch’d arms, and\n      resume the way;\n  Onward we move, a gay gang of blackguards! with mirth-shouting\n      music and wild-flapping pennants of joy!\n\n  I am the actor, the actress, the voter, the politician,\n  The emigrant and the exile, the criminal that stood in the box,\n  He who has been famous and he who shall be famous after to-day,\n  The stammerer, the well-form’d person, the wasted or feeble person.\n\n  I am she who adorn’d herself and folded her hair expectantly,\n  My truant lover has come, and it is dark.\n\n  Double yourself and receive me darkness,\n  Receive me and my lover too, he will not let me go without him.\n\n  I roll myself upon you as upon a bed, I resign myself to the dusk.\n\n  He whom I call answers me and takes the place of my lover,\n  He rises with me silently from the bed.\n\n  Darkness, you are gentler than my lover, his flesh was sweaty and panting,\n  I feel the hot moisture yet that he left me.\n\n  My hands are spread forth, I pass them in all directions,\n  I would sound up the shadowy shore to which you are journeying.\n\n  Be careful darkness! already what was it touch’d me?\n  I thought my lover had gone, else darkness and he are one,\n  I hear the heart-beat, I follow, I fade away.\n\n       2\n  I descend my western course, my sinews are flaccid,\n  Perfume and youth course through me and I am their wake.\n\n  It is my face yellow and wrinkled instead of the old woman’s,\n  I sit low in a straw-bottom chair and carefully darn my grandson’s\n      stockings.\n\n  It is I too, the sleepless widow looking out on the winter midnight,\n  I see the sparkles of starshine on the icy and pallid earth.\n\n  A shroud I see and I am the shroud, I wrap a body and lie in the coffin,\n  It is dark here under ground, it is not evil or pain here, it is\n      blank here, for reasons.\n\n  (It seems to me that every thing in the light and air ought to be happy,\n  Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave let him know he has enough.)\n\n       3\n  I see a beautiful gigantic swimmer swimming naked through the eddies\n      of the sea,\n  His brown hair lies close and even to his head, he strikes out with\n      courageous arms, he urges himself with his legs,\n  I see his white body, I see his undaunted eyes,\n  I hate the swift-running eddies that would dash him head-foremost on\n      the rocks.\n\n  What are you doing you ruffianly red-trickled waves?\n  Will you kill the courageous giant? will you kill him in the prime\n      of his middle age?\n\n  Steady and long he struggles,\n  He is baffled, bang’d, bruis’d, he holds out while his strength\n      holds out,\n  The slapping eddies are spotted with his blood, they bear him away,\n      they roll him, swing him, turn him,\n  His beautiful body is borne in the circling eddies, it is\n      continually bruis’d on rocks,\n  Swiftly and ought of sight is borne the brave corpse.\n\n       4\n  I turn but do not extricate myself,\n  Confused, a past-reading, another, but with darkness yet.\n\n  The beach is cut by the razory ice-wind, the wreck-guns sound,\n  The tempest lulls, the moon comes floundering through the drifts.\n\n  I look where the ship helplessly heads end on, I hear the burst as\n      she strikes, I hear the howls of dismay, they grow fainter and fainter.\n\n  I cannot aid with my wringing fingers,\n  I can but rush to the surf and let it drench me and freeze upon me.\n\n  I search with the crowd, not one of the company is wash’d to us alive,\n  In the morning I help pick up the dead and lay them in rows in a barn.\n\n       5\n  Now of the older war-days, the defeat at Brooklyn,\n  Washington stands inside the lines, he stands on the intrench’d\n      hills amid a crowd of officers.\n  His face is cold and damp, he cannot repress the weeping drops,\n  He lifts the glass perpetually to his eyes, the color is blanch’d\n      from his cheeks,\n  He sees the slaughter of the southern braves confided to him by\n      their parents.\n\n  The same at last and at last when peace is declared,\n  He stands in the room of the old tavern, the well-belov’d soldiers\n      all pass through,\n  The officers speechless and slow draw near in their turns,\n  The chief encircles their necks with his arm and kisses them on the cheek,\n  He kisses lightly the wet cheeks one after another, he shakes hands\n      and bids good-by to the army.\n\n       6\n  Now what my mother told me one day as we sat at dinner together,\n  Of when she was a nearly grown girl living home with her parents on\n      the old homestead.\n\n  A red squaw came one breakfast-time to the old homestead,\n  On her back she carried a bundle of rushes for rush-bottoming chairs,\n  Her hair, straight, shiny, coarse, black, profuse, half-envelop’d\n      her face,\n  Her step was free and elastic, and her voice sounded exquisitely as\n      she spoke.\n\n  My mother look’d in delight and amazement at the stranger,\n  She look’d at the freshness of her tall-borne face and full and\n      pliant limbs,\n  The more she look’d upon her she loved her,\n  Never before had she seen such wonderful beauty and purity,\n  She made her sit on a bench by the jamb of the fireplace, she cook’d\n      food for her,\n  She had no work to give her, but she gave her remembrance and fondness.\n\n  The red squaw staid all the forenoon, and toward the middle of the\n      afternoon she went away,\n  O my mother was loth to have her go away,\n  All the week she thought of her, she watch’d for her many a month,\n  She remember’d her many a winter and many a summer,\n  But the red squaw never came nor was heard of there again.\n\n       7\n  A show of the summer softness—a contact of something unseen—an\n      amour of the light and air,\n  I am jealous and overwhelm’d with friendliness,\n  And will go gallivant with the light and air myself.\n\n  O love and summer, you are in the dreams and in me,\n  Autumn and winter are in the dreams, the farmer goes with his thrift,\n  The droves and crops increase, the barns are well-fill’d.\n\n  Elements merge in the night, ships make tacks in the dreams,\n  The sailor sails, the exile returns home,\n  The fugitive returns unharm’d, the immigrant is back beyond months\n      and years,\n  The poor Irishman lives in the simple house of his childhood with\n      the well known neighbors and faces,\n  They warmly welcome him, he is barefoot again, he forgets he is well off,\n  The Dutchman voyages home, and the Scotchman and Welshman voyage\n      home, and the native of the Mediterranean voyages home,\n  To every port of England, France, Spain, enter well-fill’d ships,\n  The Swiss foots it toward his hills, the Prussian goes his way, the\n      Hungarian his way, and the Pole his way,\n  The Swede returns, and the Dane and Norwegian return.\n\n  The homeward bound and the outward bound,\n  The beautiful lost swimmer, the ennuye, the onanist, the female that\n      loves unrequited, the money-maker,\n  The actor and actress, those through with their parts and those\n      waiting to commence,\n  The affectionate boy, the husband and wife, the voter, the nominee\n      that is chosen and the nominee that has fail’d,\n  The great already known and the great any time after to-day,\n  The stammerer, the sick, the perfect-form’d, the homely,\n  The criminal that stood in the box, the judge that sat and sentenced\n      him, the fluent lawyers, the jury, the audience,\n  The laugher and weeper, the dancer, the midnight widow, the red squaw,\n  The consumptive, the erysipalite, the idiot, he that is wrong’d,\n  The antipodes, and every one between this and them in the dark,\n  I swear they are averaged now—one is no better than the other,\n  The night and sleep have liken’d them and restored them.\n\n  I swear they are all beautiful,\n  Every one that sleeps is beautiful, every thing in the dim light is\n      beautiful,\n  The wildest and bloodiest is over, and all is peace.\n\n  Peace is always beautiful,\n  The myth of heaven indicates peace and night.\n\n  The myth of heaven indicates the soul,\n  The soul is always beautiful, it appears more or it appears less, it\n      comes or it lags behind,\n  It comes from its embower’d garden and looks pleasantly on itself\n      and encloses the world,\n  Perfect and clean the genitals previously jetting,and perfect and\n      clean the womb cohering,\n  The head well-grown proportion’d and plumb, and the bowels and\n      joints proportion’d and plumb.\n\n  The soul is always beautiful,\n  The universe is duly in order, every thing is in its place,\n  What has arrived is in its place and what waits shall be in its place,\n  The twisted skull waits, the watery or rotten blood waits,\n  The child of the glutton or venerealee waits long, and the child of\n      the drunkard waits long, and the drunkard himself waits long,\n  The sleepers that lived and died wait, the far advanced are to go on\n      in their turns, and the far behind are to come on in their turns,\n  The diverse shall be no less diverse, but they shall flow and unite—\n      they unite now.\n\n       8\n  The sleepers are very beautiful as they lie unclothed,\n  They flow hand in hand over the whole earth from east to west as\n      they lie unclothed,\n  The Asiatic and African are hand in hand, the European and American\n      are hand in hand,\n  Learn’d and unlearn’d are hand in hand, and male and female are hand\n      in hand,\n  The bare arm of the girl crosses the bare breast of her lover, they\n      press close without lust, his lips press her neck,\n  The father holds his grown or ungrown son in his arms with\n      measureless love, and the son holds the father in his arms with\n      measureless love,\n  The white hair of the mother shines on the white wrist of the daughter,\n  The breath of the boy goes with the breath of the man, friend is\n      inarm’d by friend,\n  The scholar kisses the teacher and the teacher kisses the scholar,\n      the wrong ’d made right,\n  The call of the slave is one with the master’s call, and the master\n      salutes the slave,\n  The felon steps forth from the prison, the insane becomes sane, the\n      suffering of sick persons is reliev’d,\n  The sweatings and fevers stop, the throat that was unsound is sound,\n      the lungs of the consumptive are resumed, the poor distress’d\n      head is free,\n  The joints of the rheumatic move as smoothly as ever, and smoother\n      than ever,\n  Stiflings and passages open, the paralyzed become supple,\n  The swell’d and convuls’d and congested awake to themselves in condition,\n  They pass the invigoration of the night and the chemistry of the\n      night, and awake.\n\n  I too pass from the night,\n  I stay a while away O night, but I return to you again and love you.\n\n  Why should I be afraid to trust myself to you?\n  I am not afraid, I have been well brought forward by you,\n  I love the rich running day, but I do not desert her in whom I lay so long,\n  I know not how I came of you and I know not where I go with you, but\n      I know I came well and shall go well.\n\n  I will stop only a time with the night, and rise betimes,\n  I will duly pass the day O my mother, and duly return to you.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0230","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0230","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0231","title":"Transpositions","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Let the reformers descend from the stands where they are forever\n      bawling—let an idiot or insane person appear on each of the stands;\n  Let judges and criminals be transposed—let the prison-keepers be\n      put in prison—let those that were prisoners take the keys;\n  Let them that distrust birth and death lead the rest.","themes":["death","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0231","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0231","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. The source is the expanded lifetime collection, not the 1855 first edition.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"22531e8adca4c6395eb2cd172a434520cd6532c453f4d916c0c9e9f2ac3ed3ac","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0232","title":"To Think of Time","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  To think of time—of all that retrospection,\n  To think of to-day, and the ages continued henceforward.\n\n  Have you guess’d you yourself would not continue?\n  Have you dreaded these earth-beetles?\n  Have you fear’d the future would be nothing to you?\n\n  Is to-day nothing? is the beginningless past nothing?\n  If the future is nothing they are just as surely nothing.\n\n  To think that the sun rose in the east—that men and women were\n      flexible, real, alive—that every thing was alive,\n  To think that you and I did not see, feel, think, nor bear our part,\n  To think that we are now here and bear our part.\n\n       2\n  Not a day passes, not a minute or second without an accouchement,\n  Not a day passes, not a minute or second without a corpse.\n\n  The dull nights go over and the dull days also,\n  The soreness of lying so much in bed goes over,\n  The physician after long putting off gives the silent and terrible\n      look for an answer,\n  The children come hurried and weeping, and the brothers and sisters\n      are sent for,\n  Medicines stand unused on the shelf, (the camphor-smell has long\n      pervaded the rooms,)\n  The faithful hand of the living does not desert the hand of the dying,\n  The twitching lips press lightly on the forehead of the dying,\n  The breath ceases and the pulse of the heart ceases,\n  The corpse stretches on the bed and the living look upon it,\n  It is palpable as the living are palpable.\n\n  The living look upon the corpse with their eyesight,\n  But without eyesight lingers a different living and looks curiously\n      on the corpse.\n\n       3\n  To think the thought of death merged in the thought of materials,\n  To think of all these wonders of city and country, and others taking\n      great interest in them, and we taking no interest in them.\n\n  To think how eager we are in building our houses,\n  To think others shall be just as eager, and we quite indifferent.\n\n  (I see one building the house that serves him a few years, or\n      seventy or eighty years at most,\n  I see one building the house that serves him longer than that.)\n\n  Slow-moving and black lines creep over the whole earth—they never\n      cease—they are the burial lines,\n  He that was President was buried, and he that is now President shall\n      surely be buried.\n\n4\n  A reminiscence of the vulgar fate,\n  A frequent sample of the life and death of workmen,\n  Each after his kind.\n\n  Cold dash of waves at the ferry-wharf, posh and ice in the river,\n      half-frozen mud in the streets,\n  A gray discouraged sky overhead, the short last daylight of December,\n  A hearse and stages, the funeral of an old Broadway stage-driver,\n      the cortege mostly drivers.\n\n  Steady the trot to the cemetery, duly rattles the death-bell,\n  The gate is pass’d, the new-dug grave is halted at, the living\n      alight, the hearse uncloses,\n  The coffin is pass’d out, lower’d and settled, the whip is laid on\n      the coffin, the earth is swiftly shovel’d in,\n  The mound above is flatted with the spades—silence,\n  A minute—no one moves or speaks—it is done,\n  He is decently put away—is there any thing more?\n\n  He was a good fellow, free-mouth’d, quick-temper’d, not bad-looking,\n  Ready with life or death for a friend, fond of women, gambled, ate\n      hearty, drank hearty,\n  Had known what it was to be flush, grew low-spirited toward the\n      last, sicken’d, was help’d by a contribution,\n  Died, aged forty-one years—and that was his funeral.\n\n  Thumb extended, finger uplifted, apron, cape, gloves, strap,\n      wet-weather clothes, whip carefully chosen,\n  Boss, spotter, starter, hostler, somebody loafing on you, you\n      loafing on somebody, headway, man before and man behind,\n  Good day’s work, bad day’s work, pet stock, mean stock, first out,\n      last out, turning-in at night,\n  To think that these are so much and so nigh to other drivers, and he\n      there takes no interest in them.\n\n       5\n  The markets, the government, the working-man’s wages, to think what\n      account they are through our nights and days,\n  To think that other working-men will make just as great account of\n      them, yet we make little or no account.\n\n  The vulgar and the refined, what you call sin and what you call\n      goodness, to think how wide a difference,\n  To think the difference will still continue to others, yet we lie\n      beyond the difference.\n\n  To think how much pleasure there is,\n  Do you enjoy yourself in the city? or engaged in business? or\n      planning a nomination and election? or with your wife and family?\n  Or with your mother and sisters? or in womanly housework? or the\n      beautiful maternal cares?\n  These also flow onward to others, you and I flow onward,\n  But in due time you and I shall take less interest in them.\n\n  Your farm, profits, crops—to think how engross’d you are,\n  To think there will still be farms, profits, crops, yet for you of\n      what avail?\n\n       6\n  What will be will be well, for what is is well,\n  To take interest is well, and not to take interest shall be well.\n\n  The domestic joys, the dally housework or business, the building of\n      houses, are not phantasms, they have weight, form, location,\n  Farms, profits, crops, markets, wages, government, are none of them\n      phantasms,\n  The difference between sin and goodness is no delusion,\n  The earth is not an echo, man and his life and all the things of his\n      life are well-consider’d.\n\n  You are not thrown to the winds, you gather certainly and safely\n      around yourself,\n  Yourself! yourself!. yourself, for ever and ever!\n\n       7\n  It is not to diffuse you that you were born of your mother and\n      father, it is to identify you,\n  It is not that you should be undecided, but that you should be decided,\n  Something long preparing and formless is arrived and form’d in you,\n  You are henceforth secure, whatever comes or goes.\n\n  The threads that were spun are gather’d, the wet crosses the warp,\n      the pattern is systematic.\n\n  The preparations have every one been justified,\n  The orchestra have sufficiently tuned their instruments, the baton\n      has given the signal.\n\n  The guest that was coming, he waited long, he is now housed,\n  He is one of those who are beautiful and happy, he is one of those\n      that to look upon and be with is enough.\n\n  The law of the past cannot be eluded,\n  The law of the present and future cannot be eluded,\n  The law of the living cannot be eluded, it is eternal,\n  The law of promotion and transformation cannot be eluded,\n  The law of heroes and good-doers cannot be eluded,\n  The law of drunkards, informers, mean persons, not one iota thereof\n      can be eluded.\n\n       8\n  Slow moving and black lines go ceaselessly over the earth,\n  Northerner goes carried and Southerner goes carried, and they on the\n      Atlantic side and they on the Pacific,\n  And they between, and all through the Mississippi country, and all\n      over the earth.\n\n  The great masters and kosmos are well as they go, the heroes and\n      good-doers are well,\n  The known leaders and inventors and the rich owners and pious and\n      distinguish’d may be well,\n  But there is more account than that, there is strict account of all.\n\n  The interminable hordes of the ignorant and wicked are not nothing,\n  The barbarians of Africa and Asia are not nothing,\n  The perpetual successions of shallow people are not nothing as they go.\n\n  Of and in all these things,\n  I have dream’d that we are not to be changed so much, nor the law of\n      us changed,\n  I have dream’d that heroes and good-doers shall be under the present\n      and past law,\n  And that murderers, drunkards, liars, shall be under the present and\n      past law,\n  For I have dream’d that the law they are under now is enough.\n\n  And I have dream’d that the purpose and essence of the known life,\n      the transient,\n  Is to form and decide identity for the unknown life, the permanent.\n\n  If all came but to ashes of dung,\n  If maggots and rats ended us, then Alarum! for we are betray’d,\n  Then indeed suspicion of death.\n\n  Do you suspect death? if I were to suspect death I should die now,\n  Do you think I could walk pleasantly and well-suited toward annihilation?\n\n  Pleasantly and well-suited I walk,\n  Whither I walk I cannot define, but I know it is good,\n  The whole universe indicates that it is good,\n  The past and the present indicate that it is good.\n\n  How beautiful and perfect are the animals!\n  How perfect the earth, and the minutest thing upon it!\n  What is called good is perfect, and what is called bad is just as perfect,\n  The vegetables and minerals are all perfect, and the imponderable\n      fluids perfect;\n  Slowly and surely they have pass’d on to this, and slowly and surely\n      they yet pass on.\n\n       9\n  I swear I think now that every thing without exception has an eternal soul!\n  The trees have, rooted in the ground! the weeds of the sea have! the\n      animals!\n\n  I swear I think there is nothing but immortality!\n  That the exquisite scheme is for it, and the nebulous float is for\n      it, and the cohering is for it!\n  And all preparation is for it—and identity is for it—and life and\n      materials are altogether for it!","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0232","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0232","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0233","title":"WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Darest thou now O soul,\n  Walk out with me toward the unknown region,\n  Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow?\n\n  No map there, nor guide,\n  Nor voice sounding, nor touch of human hand,\n  Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that land.\n\n  I know it not O soul,\n  Nor dost thou, all is a blank before us,\n  All waits undream’d of in that region, that inaccessible land.\n\n  Till when the ties loosen,\n  All but the ties eternal, Time and Space,\n  Nor darkness, gravitation, sense, nor any bounds bounding us.\n\n  Then we burst forth, we float,\n  In Time and Space O soul, prepared for them,\n  Equal, equipt at last, (O joy! O fruit of all!) them to fulfil O soul.","themes":["time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0233","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0233","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. The source is the expanded lifetime collection, not the 1855 first edition.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"08c954e93f3ab695441ffa4c1413ced4f0e6ff3dc1ce57eccb0e043cd90a357a","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0234","title":"Whispers of Heavenly Death","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Whispers of heavenly death murmur’d I hear,\n  Labial gossip of night, sibilant chorals,\n  Footsteps gently ascending, mystical breezes wafted soft and low,\n  Ripples of unseen rivers, tides of a current flowing, forever flowing,\n  (Or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of human tears?)\n\n  I see, just see skyward, great cloud-masses,\n  Mournfully slowly they roll, silently swelling and mixing,\n  With at times a half-dimm’d sadden’d far-off star,\n  Appearing and disappearing.\n\n  (Some parturition rather, some solemn immortal birth;\n  On the frontiers to eyes impenetrable,\n  Some soul is passing over.)","themes":["grief","spirituality","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0234","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0234","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0235","title":"Chanting the Square Deific","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  Chanting the square deific, out of the One advancing, out of the sides,\n  Out of the old and new, out of the square entirely divine,\n  Solid, four-sided, (all the sides needed,) from this side Jehovah am I,\n  Old Brahm I, and I Saturnius am;\n  Not Time affects me—I am Time, old, modern as any,\n  Unpersuadable, relentless, executing righteous judgments,\n  As the Earth, the Father, the brown old Kronos, with laws,\n  Aged beyond computation, yet never new, ever with those mighty laws rolling,\n  Relentless I forgive no man—whoever sins dies—I will have that man’s life;\n  Therefore let none expect mercy—have the seasons, gravitation, the\n      appointed days, mercy? no more have I,\n  But as the seasons and gravitation, and as all the appointed days\n      that forgive not,\n  I dispense from this side judgments inexorable without the least remorse.\n\n       2\n  Consolator most mild, the promis’d one advancing,\n  With gentle hand extended, the mightier God am I,\n  Foretold by prophets and poets in their most rapt prophecies and poems,\n  From this side, lo! the Lord Christ gazes—lo! Hermes I—lo! mine is\n      Hercules’ face,\n  All sorrow, labor, suffering, I, tallying it, absorb in myself,\n  Many times have I been rejected, taunted, put in prison, and\n      crucified, and many times shall be again,\n  All the world have I given up for my dear brothers’ and sisters’\n      sake, for the soul’s sake,\n  Wanding my way through the homes of men, rich or poor, with the kiss\n      of affection,\n  For I am affection, I am the cheer-bringing God, with hope and\n      all-enclosing charity,\n  With indulgent words as to children, with fresh and sane words, mine only,\n  Young and strong I pass knowing well I am destin’d myself to an\n      early death;\n  But my charity has no death—my wisdom dies not, neither early nor late,\n  And my sweet love bequeath’d here and elsewhere never dies.\n\n       3\n  Aloof, dissatisfied, plotting revolt,\n  Comrade of criminals, brother of slaves,\n  Crafty, despised, a drudge, ignorant,\n  With sudra face and worn brow, black, but in the depths of my heart,\n      proud as any,\n  Lifted now and always against whoever scorning assumes to rule me,\n  Morose, full of guile, full of reminiscences, brooding, with many wiles,\n  (Though it was thought I was baffled, and dispel’d, and my wiles\n      done, but that will never be,)\n  Defiant, I, Satan, still live, still utter words, in new lands duly\n      appearing, (and old ones also,)\n  Permanent here from my side, warlike, equal with any, real as any,\n  Nor time nor change shall ever change me or my words.\n\n       4\n  Santa Spirita, breather, life,\n  Beyond the light, lighter than light,\n  Beyond the flames of hell, joyous, leaping easily above hell,\n  Beyond Paradise, perfumed solely with mine own perfume,\n  Including all life on earth, touching, including God, including\n      Saviour and Satan,\n  Ethereal, pervading all, (for without me what were all? what were God?)\n  Essence of forms, life of the real identities, permanent, positive,\n      (namely the unseen,)\n  Life of the great round world, the sun and stars, and of man, I, the\n      general soul,\n  Here the square finishing, the solid, I the most solid,\n  Breathe my breath also through these songs.","themes":["love","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0235","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0235","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0238","title":"As If a Phantom Caress’d Me","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"As if a phantom caress’d me,\n  I thought I was not alone walking here by the shore;\n  But the one I thought was with me as now I walk by the shore, the\n      one I loved that caress’d me,\n  As I lean and look through the glimmering light, that one has\n      utterly disappear’d.\n  And those appear that are hateful to me and mock me.","themes":["loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0238","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0238","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0239","title":"Assurances","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I need no assurances, I am a man who is preoccupied of his own soul;\n  I do not doubt that from under the feet and beside the hands and\n      face I am cognizant of, are now looking faces I am not cognizant\n      of, calm and actual faces,\n  I do not doubt but the majesty and beauty of the world are latent in\n      any iota of the world,\n  I do not doubt I am limitless, and that the universes are limitless,\n      in vain I try to think how limitless,\n  I do not doubt that the orbs and the systems of orbs play their\n      swift sports through the air on purpose, and that I shall one day\n      be eligible to do as much as they, and more than they,\n  I do not doubt that temporary affairs keep on and on millions of years,\n  I do not doubt interiors have their interiors, and exteriors have\n      their exteriors, and that the eyesight has another eyesight, and\n      the hearing another hearing, and the voice another voice,\n  I do not doubt that the passionately-wept deaths of young men are\n      provided for, and that the deaths of young women and the\n      deaths of little children are provided for,\n  (Did you think Life was so well provided for, and Death, the purport\n      of all Life, is not well provided for?)\n  I do not doubt that wrecks at sea, no matter what the horrors of\n      them, no matter whose wife, child, husband, father, lover, has\n      gone down, are provided for, to the minutest points,\n  I do not doubt that whatever can possibly happen anywhere at any\n      time, is provided for in the inherences of things,\n  I do not think Life provides for all and for Time and Space, but I\n      believe Heavenly Death provides for all.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0239","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0239","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0240","title":"Quicksand Years","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Quicksand years that whirl me I know not whither,\n  Your schemes, politics, fail, lines give way, substances mock and elude me,\n  Only the theme I sing, the great and strong-possess’d soul, eludes not,\n  One’s-self must never give way—that is the final substance—that\n      out of all is sure,\n  Out of politics, triumphs, battles, life, what at last finally remains?\n  When shows break up what but One’s-Self is sure?","themes":["time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0240","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0240","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0241","title":"That Music Always Round Me","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"That music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning, yet long\n      untaught I did not hear,\n  But now the chorus I hear and am elated,\n  A tenor, strong, ascending with power and health, with glad notes of\n      daybreak I hear,\n  A soprano at intervals sailing buoyantly over the tops of immense waves,\n  A transparent base shuddering lusciously under and through the universe,\n  The triumphant tutti, the funeral wailings with sweet flutes and\n      violins, all these I fill myself with,\n  I hear not the volumes of sound merely, I am moved by the exquisite\n      meanings,\n  I listen to the different voices winding in and out, striving,\n      contending with fiery vehemence to excel each other in emotion;\n  I do not think the performers know themselves—but now I think\n      begin to know them.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0241","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0241","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0242","title":"What Ship Puzzled at Sea","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"What ship puzzled at sea, cons for the true reckoning?\n  Or coming in, to avoid the bars and follow the channel a perfect\n      pilot needs?\n  Here, sailor! here, ship! take aboard the most perfect pilot,\n  Whom, in a little boat, putting off and rowing, I hailing you offer.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0242","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0242","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0243","title":"A Noiseless Patient Spider","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A noiseless patient spider,\n  I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated,\n  Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,\n  It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament out of itself,\n  Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.\n\n  And you O my soul where you stand,\n  Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,\n  Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to\n      connect them,\n  Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold,\n  Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.","themes":["spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0243","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0243","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0244","title":"O Living Always, Always Dying","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"O living always, always dying!\n  O the burials of me past and present,\n  O me while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever;\n  O me, what I was for years, now dead, (I lament not, I am content;)\n  O to disengage myself from those corpses of me, which I turn and\n      look at where I cast them,\n  To pass on, (O living! always living!) and leave the corpses behind.","themes":["time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0244","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0244","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0245","title":"To One Shortly to Die","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"From all the rest I single out you, having a message for you,\n  You are to die—let others tell you what they please, I cannot prevaricate,\n  I am exact and merciless, but I love you—there is no escape for you.\n\n  Softly I lay my right hand upon you, you ’ust feel it,\n  I do not argue, I bend my head close and half envelop it,\n  I sit quietly by, I remain faithful,\n  I am more than nurse, more than parent or neighbor,\n  I absolve you from all except yourself spiritual bodily, that is\n      eternal, you yourself will surely escape,\n  The corpse you will leave will be but excrementitious.\n\n  The sun bursts through in unlooked-for directions,\n  Strong thoughts fill you and confidence, you smile,\n  You forget you are sick, as I forget you are sick,\n  You do not see the medicines, you do not mind the weeping friends,\n      I am with you,\n  I exclude others from you, there is nothing to be commiserated,\n  I do not commiserate, I congratulate you.","themes":["love","grief","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0245","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0245","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0246","title":"Night on the Prairies","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Night on the prairies,\n  The supper is over, the fire on the ground burns low,\n  The wearied emigrants sleep, wrapt in their blankets;\n  I walk by myself—I stand and look at the stars, which I think now\n      never realized before.\n\n  Now I absorb immortality and peace,\n  I admire death and test propositions.\n\n  How plenteous! how spiritual! how resume!\n  The same old man and soul—the same old aspirations, and the same content.\n\n  I was thinking the day most splendid till I saw what the not-day exhibited,\n  I was thinking this globe enough till there sprang out so noiseless\n      around me myriads of other globes.\n\n  Now while the great thoughts of space and eternity fill me I will\n      measure myself by them,\n  And now touch’d with the lives of other globes arrived as far along\n      as those of the earth,\n  Or waiting to arrive, or pass’d on farther than those of the earth,\n  I henceforth no more ignore them than I ignore my own life,\n  Or the lives of the earth arrived as far as mine, or waiting to arrive.\n\n  O I see now that life cannot exhibit all to me, as the day cannot,\n  I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.","themes":["time","spirituality","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0246","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0246","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0247","title":"Thought","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"As I sit with others at a great feast, suddenly while the music is playing,\n  To my mind, (whence it comes I know not,) spectral in mist of a\n      wreck at sea,\n  Of certain ships, how they sail from port with flying streamers and\n      wafted kisses, and that is the last of them,\n  Of the solemn and murky mystery about the fate of the President,\n  Of the flower of the marine science of fifty generations founder’d\n      off the Northeast coast and going down—of the steamship Arctic\n      going down,\n  Of the veil’d tableau-women gather’d together on deck, pale, heroic,\n      waiting the moment that draws so close—O the moment!\n\n  A huge sob—a few bubbles—the white foam spirting up—and then the\n      women gone,\n  Sinking there while the passionless wet flows on—and I now\n      pondering, Are those women indeed gone?\n  Are souls drown’d and destroy’d so?\n  Is only matter triumphant?","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0247","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0247","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0248","title":"The Last Invocation","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"At the last, tenderly,\n  From the walls of the powerful fortress’d house,\n  From the clasp of the knitted locks, from the keep of the well-closed doors,\n  Let me be wafted.\n\n  Let me glide noiselessly forth;\n  With the key of softness unlock the locks—with a whisper,\n  Set ope the doors O soul.\n\n  Tenderly—be not impatient,\n  (Strong is your hold O mortal flesh,\n  Strong is your hold O love.)","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0248","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0248","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0249","title":"As I Watch the Ploughman Ploughing","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"As I watch’d the ploughman ploughing,\n  Or the sower sowing in the fields, or the harvester harvesting,\n  I saw there too, O life and death, your analogies;\n  (Life, life is the tillage, and Death is the harvest according.)","themes":["death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0249","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0249","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0250","title":"Pensive and Faltering","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Pensive and faltering,\n  The words the Dead I write,\n  For living are the Dead,\n  (Haply the only living, only real,\n  And I the apparition, I the spectre.)","themes":["death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0250","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0250","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0251","title":"Thou Mother with Thy Equal Brood","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  Thou Mother with thy equal brood,\n  Thou varied chain of different States, yet one identity only,\n  A special song before I go I’d sing o’er all the rest,\n  For thee, the future.\n\n  I’d sow a seed for thee of endless Nationality,\n  I’d fashion thy ensemble including body and soul,\n  I’d show away ahead thy real Union, and how it may be accomplish’d.\n\n  The paths to the house I seek to make,\n  But leave to those to come the house itself.\n\n  Belief I sing, and preparation;\n  As Life and Nature are not great with reference to the present only,\n  But greater still from what is yet to come,\n  Out of that formula for thee I sing.\n\n       2\n  As a strong bird on pinions free,\n  Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving,\n  Such be the thought I’d think of thee America,\n  Such be the recitative I’d bring for thee.\n\n  The conceits of the poets of other lands I’d bring thee not,\n  Nor the compliments that have served their turn so long,\n  Nor rhyme, nor the classics, nor perfume of foreign court or indoor\n      library;\n  But an odor I’d bring as from forests of pine in Maine, or breath of\n      an Illinois prairie,\n  With open airs of Virginia or Georgia or Tennessee, or from Texas\n      uplands, or Florida’s glades,\n  Or the Saguenay’s black stream, or the wide blue spread of Huron,\n  With presentment of Yellowstone’s scenes, or Yosemite,\n  And murmuring under, pervading all, I’d bring the rustling sea-sound,\n  That endlessly sounds from the two Great Seas of the world.\n\n  And for thy subtler sense subtler refrains dread Mother,\n  Preludes of intellect tallying these and thee, mind-formulas fitted\n      for thee, real and sane and large as these and thee,\n  Thou! mounting higher, diving deeper than we knew, thou\n      transcendental Union!\n  By thee fact to be justified, blended with thought,\n  Thought of man justified, blended with God,\n  Through thy idea, lo, the immortal reality!\n  Through thy reality, lo, the immortal idea!\n\n       3\n  Brain of the New World, what a task is thine,\n  To formulate the Modern—out of the peerless grandeur of the modern,\n  Out of thyself, comprising science, to recast poems, churches, art,\n  (Recast, may-be discard them, end them—maybe their work is done,\n      who knows?)\n  By vision, hand, conception, on the background of the mighty past, the dead,\n  To limn with absolute faith the mighty living present.\n\n  And yet thou living present brain, heir of the dead, the Old World brain,\n  Thou that lay folded like an unborn babe within its folds so long,\n  Thou carefully prepared by it so long—haply thou but unfoldest it,\n      only maturest it,\n  It to eventuate in thee—the essence of the by-gone time contain’d in thee,\n  Its poems, churches, arts, unwitting to themselves, destined with\n      reference to thee;\n  Thou but the apples, long, long, long a-growing,\n  The fruit of all the Old ripening to-day in thee.\n\n       4\n  Sail, sail thy best, ship of Democracy,\n  Of value is thy freight, ’tis not the Present only,\n  The Past is also stored in thee,\n  Thou holdest not the venture of thyself alone, not of the Western\n      continent alone,\n  Earth’s resume entire floats on thy keel O ship, is steadied by thy spars,\n  With thee Time voyages in trust, the antecedent nations sink or\n      swim with thee,\n  With all their ancient struggles, martyrs, heroes, epics, wars, thou\n      bear’st the other continents,\n  Theirs, theirs as much as thine, the destination-port triumphant;\n  Steer then with good strong hand and wary eye O helmsman, thou\n      carriest great companions,\n  Venerable priestly Asia sails this day with thee,\n  And royal feudal Europe sails with thee.\n\n       5\n  Beautiful world of new superber birth that rises to my eyes,\n  Like a limitless golden cloud filling the westernr sky,\n  Emblem of general maternity lifted above all,\n  Sacred shape of the bearer of daughters and sons,\n  Out of thy teeming womb thy giant babes in ceaseless procession issuing,\n  Acceding from such gestation, taking and giving continual strength\n      and life,\n  World of the real—world of the twain in one,\n  World of the soul, born by the world of the real alone, led to\n      identity, body, by it alone,\n  Yet in beginning only, incalculable masses of composite precious materials,\n  By history’s cycles forwarded, by every nation, language, hither sent,\n  Ready, collected here, a freer, vast, electric world, to be\n      constructed here,\n  (The true New World, the world of orbic science, morals, literatures\n      to come,)\n  Thou wonder world yet undefined, unform’d, neither do I define thee,\n  How can I pierce the impenetrable blank of the future?\n  I feel thy ominous greatness evil as well as good,\n  I watch thee advancing, absorbing the present, transcending the past,\n  I see thy light lighting, and thy shadow shadowing, as if the entire globe,\n  But I do not undertake to define thee, hardly to comprehend thee,\n  I but thee name, thee prophesy, as now,\n  I merely thee ejaculate!\n\n  Thee in thy future,\n  Thee in thy only permanent life, career, thy own unloosen’d mind,\n      thy soaring spirit,\n  Thee as another equally needed sun, radiant, ablaze, swift-moving,\n      fructifying all,\n  Thee risen in potent cheerfulness and joy, in endless great hilarity,\n  Scattering for good the cloud that hung so long, that weigh’d so\n      long upon the mind of man,\n  The doubt, suspicion, dread, of gradual, certain decadence of man;\n  Thee in thy larger, saner brood of female, male—thee in thy\n      athletes, moral, spiritual, South, North, West, East,\n  (To thy immortal breasts, Mother of All, thy every daughter, son,\n      endear’d alike, forever equal,)\n  Thee in thy own musicians, singers, artists, unborn yet, but certain,\n  Thee in thy moral wealth and civilization, (until which thy proudest\n      material civilization must remain in vain,)\n  Thee in thy all-supplying, all-enclosing worship—thee in no single\n      bible, saviour, merely,\n  Thy saviours countless, latent within thyself, thy bibles incessant\n      within thyself, equal to any, divine as any,\n  (Thy soaring course thee formulating, not in thy two great wars, nor\n      in thy century’s visible growth,\n  But far more in these leaves and chants, thy chants, great Mother!)\n  Thee in an education grown of thee, in teachers, studies, students,\n      born of thee,\n  Thee in thy democratic fetes en-masse, thy high original festivals,\n      operas, lecturers, preachers,\n  Thee in thy ultimate, (the preparations only now completed, the\n      edifice on sure foundations tied,)\n  Thee in thy pinnacles, intellect, thought, thy topmost rational\n      joys, thy love and godlike aspiration,\n  In thy resplendent coming literati, thy full-lung’d orators, thy\n      sacerdotal bards, kosmic savans,\n  These! these in thee, (certain to come,) to-day I prophesy.\n\n       6\n  Land tolerating all, accepting all, not for the good alone, all good\n      for thee,\n  Land in the realms of God to be a realm unto thyself,\n  Under the rule of God to be a rule unto thyself.\n\n  (Lo, where arise three peerless stars,\n  To be thy natal stars my country, Ensemble, Evolution, Freedom,\n  Set in the sky of Law.)\n\n  Land of unprecedented faith, God’s faith,\n  Thy soil, thy very subsoil, all upheav’d,\n  The general inner earth so long so sedulously draped over, now hence\n      for what it is boldly laid bare,\n  Open’d by thee to heaven’s light for benefit or bale.\n\n  Not for success alone,\n  Not to fair-sail unintermitted always,\n  The storm shall dash thy face, the murk of war and worse than war\n      shall cover thee all over,\n  (Wert capable of war, its tug and trials? be capable of peace, its trials,\n  For the tug and mortal strain of nations come at last in prosperous\n      peace, not war;)\n  In many a smiling mask death shall approach beguiling thee, thou in\n      disease shalt swelter,\n  The livid cancer spread its hideous claws, clinging upon thy\n      breasts, seeking to strike thee deep within,\n  Consumption of the worst, moral consumption, shall rouge thy face\n      with hectic,\n  But thou shalt face thy fortunes, thy diseases, and surmount them all,\n  Whatever they are to-day and whatever through time they may be,\n  They each and all shall lift and pass away and cease from thee,\n  While thou, Time’s spirals rounding, out of thyself, thyself still\n      extricating, fusing,\n  Equable, natural, mystical Union thou, (the mortal with immortal blent,)\n  Shalt soar toward the fulfilment of the future, the spirit of the\n      body and the mind,\n  The soul, its destinies.\n\n  The soul, its destinies, the real real,\n  (Purport of all these apparitions of the real;)\n  In thee America, the soul, its destinies,\n  Thou globe of globes! thou wonder nebulous!\n  By many a throe of heat and cold convuls’d, (by these thyself solidifying,)\n  Thou mental, moral orb—thou New, indeed new, Spiritual World!\n  The Present holds thee not—for such vast growth as thine,\n  For such unparallel’d flight as thine, such brood as thine,\n  The FUTURE only holds thee and can hold thee.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0251","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0251","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0252","title":"A Paumanok Picture","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Two boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still,\n  Ten fishermen waiting—they discover a thick school of mossbonkers\n      —they drop the join’d seine-ends in the water,\n  The boats separate and row off, each on its rounding course to the\n      beach, enclosing the mossbonkers,\n  The net is drawn in by a windlass by those who stop ashore,\n  Some of the fishermen lounge in their boats, others stand\n      ankle-deep in the water, pois’d on strong legs,\n  The boats partly drawn up, the water slapping against them,\n  Strew’d on the sand in heaps and windrows, well out from the water,\n      the green-back’d spotted mossbonkers.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0252","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0252","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0253","title":"FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Thou orb aloft full-dazzling! thou hot October noon!\n  Flooding with sheeny light the gray beach sand,\n  The sibilant near sea with vistas far and foam,\n  And tawny streaks and shades and spreading blue;\n  O sun of noon refulgent! my special word to thee.\n\n  Hear me illustrious!\n  Thy lover me, for always I have loved thee,\n  Even as basking babe, then happy boy alone by some wood edge, thy\n      touching-distant beams enough,\n  Or man matured, or young or old, as now to thee I launch my invocation.\n\n  (Thou canst not with thy dumbness me deceive,\n  I know before the fitting man all Nature yields,\n  Though answering not in words, the skies, trees, hear his voice—and\n      thou O sun,\n  As for thy throes, thy perturbations, sudden breaks and shafts of\n      flame gigantic,\n  I understand them, I know those flames, those perturbations well.)\n\n  Thou that with fructifying heat and light,\n  O’er myriad farms, o’er lands and waters North and South,\n  O’er Mississippi’s endless course, o’er Texas’ grassy plains,\n      Kanada’s woods,\n  O’er all the globe that turns its face to thee shining in space,\n  Thou that impartially enfoldest all, not only continents, seas,\n  Thou that to grapes and weeds and little wild flowers givest so liberally,\n  Shed, shed thyself on mine and me, with but a fleeting ray out of\n      thy million millions,\n  Strike through these chants.\n\n  Nor only launch thy subtle dazzle and thy strength for these,\n  Prepare the later afternoon of me myself—prepare my lengthening shadows,\n  Prepare my starry nights.","themes":["love","nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0253","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0253","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0254","title":"Faces","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  Sauntering the pavement or riding the country by-road, faces!\n  Faces of friendship, precision, caution, suavity, ideality,\n  The spiritual-prescient face, the always welcome common benevolent face,\n  The face of the singing of music, the grand faces of natural lawyers\n      and judges broad at the back-top,\n  The faces of hunters and fishers bulged at the brows, the shaved\n      blanch’d faces of orthodox citizens,\n  The pure, extravagant, yearning, questioning artist’s face,\n  The ugly face of some beautiful soul, the handsome detested or\n      despised face,\n  The sacred faces of infants, the illuminated face of the mother of\n      many children,\n  The face of an amour, the face of veneration,\n  The face as of a dream, the face of an immobile rock,\n  The face withdrawn of its good and bad, a castrated face,\n  A wild hawk, his wings clipp’d by the clipper,\n  A stallion that yielded at last to the thongs and knife of the gelder.\n\n  Sauntering the pavement thus, or crossing the ceaseless ferry, faces\n      and faces and faces,\n  I see them and complain not, and am content with all.\n\n       2\n  Do you suppose I could be content with all if I thought them their\n      own finale?\n\n  This now is too lamentable a face for a man,\n  Some abject louse asking leave to be, cringing for it,\n  Some milk-nosed maggot blessing what lets it wrig to its hole.\n\n  This face is a dog’s snout sniffing for garbage,\n  Snakes nest in that mouth, I hear the sibilant threat.\n\n  This face is a haze more chill than the arctic sea,\n  Its sleepy and wobbling icebergs crunch as they go.\n\n  This is a face of bitter herbs, this an emetic, they need no label,\n  And more of the drug-shelf, laudanum, caoutchouc, or hog’s-lard.\n\n  This face is an epilepsy, its wordless tongue gives out the unearthly cry,\n  Its veins down the neck distend, its eyes roll till they show\n      nothing but their whites,\n  Its teeth grit, the palms of the hands are cut by the turn’d-in nails,\n  The man falls struggling and foaming to the ground, while he\n      speculates well.\n\n  This face is bitten by vermin and worms,\n  And this is some murderer’s knife with a half-pull’d scabbard.\n\n  This face owes to the sexton his dismalest fee,\n  An unceasing death-bell tolls there.\n\n       3\n  Features of my equals would you trick me with your creas’d and\n      cadaverous march?\n  Well, you cannot trick me.\n\n  I see your rounded never-erased flow,\n  I see ’neath the rims of your haggard and mean disguises.\n\n  Splay and twist as you like, poke with the tangling fores of fishes or rats,\n  You’ll be unmuzzled, you certainly will.\n\n  I saw the face of the most smear’d and slobbering idiot they had at\n      the asylum,\n  And I knew for my consolation what they knew not,\n  I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother,\n  The same wait to clear the rubbish from the fallen tenement,\n  And I shall look again in a score or two of ages,\n  And I shall meet the real landlord perfect and unharm’d, every inch\n      as good as myself.\n\n       4\n  The Lord advances, and yet advances,\n  Always the shadow in front, always the reach’d hand bringing up the\n      laggards.\n\n  Out of this face emerge banners and horses—O superb! I see what is coming,\n  I see the high pioneer-caps, see staves of runners clearing the way,\n  I hear victorious drums.\n\n  This face is a life-boat,\n  This is the face commanding and bearded, it asks no odds of the rest,\n  This face is flavor’d fruit ready for eating,\n  This face of a healthy honest boy is the programme of all good.\n\n  These faces bear testimony slumbering or awake,\n  They show their descent from the Master himself.\n\n  Off the word I have spoken I except not one—red, white, black, are\n      all deific,\n  In each house is the ovum, it comes forth after a thousand years.\n\n  Spots or cracks at the windows do not disturb me,\n  Tall and sufficient stand behind and make signs to me,\n  I read the promise and patiently wait.\n\n  This is a full-grown lily’s face,\n  She speaks to the limber-hipp’d man near the garden pickets,\n  Come here she blushingly cries, Come nigh to me limber-hipp’d man,\n  Stand at my side till I lean as high as I can upon you,\n  Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me,\n  Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my breast and shoulders.\n\n       5\n  The old face of the mother of many children,\n  Whist! I am fully content.\n\n  Lull’d and late is the smoke of the First-day morning,\n  It hangs low over the rows of trees by the fences,\n  It hangs thin by the sassafras and wild-cherry and cat-brier under them.\n\n  I saw the rich ladies in full dress at the soiree,\n  I heard what the singers were singing so long,\n  Heard who sprang in crimson youth from the white froth and the water-blue.\n\n  Behold a woman!\n  She looks out from her quaker cap, her face is clearer and more\n      beautiful than the sky.\n\n  She sits in an armchair under the shaded porch of the farmhouse,\n  The sun just shines on her old white head.\n\n  Her ample gown is of cream-hued linen,\n  Her grandsons raised the flax, and her grand-daughters spun it with\n      the distaff and the wheel.\n\n  The melodious character of the earth,\n  The finish beyond which philosophy cannot go and does not wish to go,\n  The justified mother of men.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0254","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0254","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0255","title":"The Mystic Trumpeter","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  Hark, some wild trumpeter, some strange musician,\n  Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night.\n\n  I hear thee trumpeter, listening alert I catch thy notes,\n  Now pouring, whirling like a tempest round me,\n  Now low, subdued, now in the distance lost.\n\n       2\n  Come nearer bodiless one, haply in thee resounds\n  Some dead composer, haply thy pensive life\n  Was fill’d with aspirations high, unform’d ideals,\n  Waves, oceans musical, chaotically surging,\n  That now ecstatic ghost, close to me bending, thy cornet echoing, pealing,\n  Gives out to no one’s ears but mine, but freely gives to mine,\n  That I may thee translate.\n\n       3\n  Blow trumpeter free and clear, I follow thee,\n  While at thy liquid prelude, glad, serene,\n  The fretting world, the streets, the noisy hours of day withdraw,\n  A holy calm descends like dew upon me,\n  I walk in cool refreshing night the walks of Paradise,\n  I scent the grass, the moist air and the roses;\n  Thy song expands my numb’d imbonded spirit, thou freest, launchest me,\n  Floating and basking upon heaven’s lake.\n\n       4\n  Blow again trumpeter! and for my sensuous eyes,\n  Bring the old pageants, show the feudal world.\n\n  What charm thy music works! thou makest pass before me,\n  Ladies and cavaliers long dead, barons are in their castle halls,\n      the troubadours are singing,\n  Arm’d knights go forth to redress wrongs, some in quest of the holy Graal;\n  I see the tournament, I see the contestants incased in heavy armor\n      seated on stately champing horses,\n  I hear the shouts, the sounds of blows and smiting steel;\n  I see the Crusaders’ tumultuous armies—hark, how the cymbals clang,\n  Lo, where the monks walk in advance, bearing the cross on high.\n\n       5\n  Blow again trumpeter! and for thy theme,\n  Take now the enclosing theme of all, the solvent and the setting,\n  Love, that is pulse of all, the sustenance and the pang,\n  The heart of man and woman all for love,\n  No other theme but love—knitting, enclosing, all-diffusing love.\n\n  O how the immortal phantoms crowd around me!\n  I see the vast alembic ever working, I see and know the flames that\n      heat the world,\n  The glow, the blush, the beating hearts of lovers,\n  So blissful happy some, and some so silent, dark, and nigh to death;\n  Love, that is all the earth to lovers—love, that mocks time and space,\n  Love, that is day and night—love, that is sun and moon and stars,\n  Love, that is crimson, sumptuous, sick with perfume,\n  No other words but words of love, no other thought but love.\n\n       6\n  Blow again trumpeter—conjure war’s alarums.\n\n  Swift to thy spell a shuddering hum like distant thunder rolls,\n  Lo, where the arm’d men hasten—lo, mid the clouds of dust the glint\n      of bayonets,\n  I see the grime-faced cannoneers, I mark the rosy flash amid the\n      smoke, I hear the cracking of the guns;\n  Nor war alone—thy fearful music-song, wild player, brings every\n      sight of fear,\n  The deeds of ruthless brigands, rapine, murder—I hear the cries for help!\n  I see ships foundering at sea, I behold on deck and below deck the\n      terrible tableaus.\n\n       7\n  O trumpeter, methinks I am myself the instrument thou playest,\n  Thou melt’st my heart, my brain—thou movest, drawest, changest\n      them at will;\n  And now thy sullen notes send darkness through me,\n  Thou takest away all cheering light, all hope,\n  I see the enslaved, the overthrown, the hurt, the opprest of the\n      whole earth,\n  I feel the measureless shame and humiliation of my race, it becomes\n      all mine,\n  Mine too the revenges of humanity, the wrongs of ages, baffled feuds\n      and hatreds,\n  Utter defeat upon me weighs—all lost—the foe victorious,\n  (Yet ’mid the ruins Pride colossal stands unshaken to the last,\n  Endurance, resolution to the last.)\n\n8\n  Now trumpeter for thy close,\n  Vouchsafe a higher strain than any yet,\n  Sing to my soul, renew its languishing faith and hope,\n  Rouse up my slow belief, give me some vision of the future,\n  Give me for once its prophecy and joy.\n\n  O glad, exulting, culminating song!\n  A vigor more than earth’s is in thy notes,\n  Marches of victory—man disenthral’d—the conqueror at last,\n  Hymns to the universal God from universal man—all joy!\n  A reborn race appears—a perfect world, all joy!\n  Women and men in wisdom innocence and health—all joy!\n  Riotous laughing bacchanals fill’d with joy!\n  War, sorrow, suffering gone—the rank earth purged—nothing but joy left!\n  The ocean fill’d with joy—the atmosphere all joy!\n  Joy! joy! in freedom, worship, love! joy in the ecstasy of life!\n  Enough to merely be! enough to breathe!\n  Joy! joy! all over joy!","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0255","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0255","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0256","title":"To a Locomotive in Winter","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Thee for my recitative,\n  Thee in the driving storm even as now, the snow, the winter-day declining,\n  Thee in thy panoply, thy measur’d dual throbbing and thy beat convulsive,\n  Thy black cylindric body, golden brass and silvery steel,\n  Thy ponderous side-bars, parallel and connecting rods, gyrating,\n      shuttling at thy sides,\n  Thy metrical, now swelling pant and roar, now tapering in the distance,\n  Thy great protruding head-light fix’d in front,\n  Thy long, pale, floating vapor-pennants, tinged with delicate purple,\n  The dense and murky clouds out-belching from thy smoke-stack,\n  Thy knitted frame, thy springs and valves, the tremulous twinkle of\n      thy wheels,\n  Thy train of cars behind, obedient, merrily following,\n  Through gale or calm, now swift, now slack, yet steadily careering;\n  Type of the modern—emblem of motion and power—pulse of the continent,\n  For once come serve the Muse and merge in verse, even as here I see thee,\n  With storm and buffeting gusts of wind and falling snow,\n  By day thy warning ringing bell to sound its notes,\n  By night thy silent signal lamps to swing.\n\n  Fierce-throated beauty!\n  Roll through my chant with all thy lawless music, thy swinging lamps\n      at night,\n  Thy madly-whistled laughter, echoing, rumbling like an earthquake,\n      rousing all,\n  Law of thyself complete, thine own track firmly holding,\n  (No sweetness debonair of tearful harp or glib piano thine,)\n  Thy trills of shrieks by rocks and hills return’d,\n  Launch’d o’er the prairies wide, across the lakes,\n  To the free skies unpent and glad and strong.","themes":["nature","night","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0256","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0256","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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O all\n      dear to me!\n  O dear to me my birth-things—all moving things and the trees where\n      I was born—the grains, plants, rivers,\n  Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they flow, distant,\n      over flats of slivery sands or through swamps,\n  Dear to me the Roanoke, the Savannah, the Altamahaw, the Pedee, the\n      Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa and the Sabine,\n  O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my soul to haunt their\n      banks again,\n  Again in Florida I float on transparent lakes, I float on the\n      Okeechobee, I cross the hummock-land or through pleasant openings\n      or dense forests,\n  I see the parrots in the woods, I see the papaw-tree and the\n      blossoming titi;\n  Again, sailing in my coaster on deck, I coast off Georgia, I coast\n      up the Carolinas,\n  I see where the live-oak is growing, I see where the yellow-pine,\n      the scented bay-tree, the lemon and orange, the cypress, the\n      graceful palmetto,\n  I pass rude sea-headlands and enter Pamlico sound through an inlet,\n      and dart my vision inland;\n  O the cotton plant! the growing fields of rice, sugar, hemp!\n  The cactus guarded with thorns, the laurel-tree with large white flowers,\n  The range afar, the richness and barrenness, the old woods charged\n      with mistletoe and trailing moss,\n  The piney odor and the gloom, the awful natural stillness, (here in\n      these dense swamps the freebooter carries his gun, and the\n      fugitive has his conceal’d hut;)\n  O the strange fascination of these half-known half-impassable\n      swamps, infested by reptiles, resounding with the bellow of the\n      alligator, the sad noises of the night-owl and the wild-cat, and\n      the whirr of the rattlesnake,\n  The mocking-bird, the American mimic, singing all the forenoon,\n      singing through the moon-lit night,\n  The humming-bird, the wild turkey, the raccoon, the opossum;\n  A Kentucky corn-field, the tall, graceful, long-leav’d corn,\n      slender, flapping, bright green, with tassels, with beautiful\n      ears each well-sheath’d in its husk;\n  O my heart! O tender and fierce pangs, I can stand them not, I will depart;\n  O to be a Virginian where I grew up! O to be a Carolinian!\n  O longings irrepressible! O I will go back to old Tennessee and\n      never wander more.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0257","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0257","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0258","title":"Mannahatta","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city,\n  Whereupon lo! upsprang the aboriginal name.\n\n  Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly,\n      musical, self-sufficient,\n  I see that the word of my city is that word from of old,\n  Because I see that word nested in nests of water-bays, superb,\n  Rich, hemm’d thick all around with sailships and steamships, an\n      island sixteen miles long, solid-founded,\n  Numberless crowded streets, high growths of iron, slender, strong,\n      light, splendidly uprising toward clear skies,\n  Tides swift and ample, well-loved by me, toward sundown,\n  The flowing sea-currents, the little islands, larger adjoining\n      islands, the heights, the villas,\n  The countless masts, the white shore-steamers, the lighters, the\n      ferry-boats, the black sea-steamers well-model’d,\n  The down-town streets, the jobbers’ houses of business, the houses\n      of business of the ship-merchants and money-brokers, the river-streets,\n  Immigrants arriving, fifteen or twenty thousand in a week,\n  The carts hauling goods, the manly race of drivers of horses, the\n      brown-faced sailors,\n  The summer air, the bright sun shining, and the sailing clouds aloft,\n  The winter snows, the sleigh-bells, the broken ice in the river,\n      passing along up or down with the flood-tide or ebb-tide,\n  The mechanics of the city, the masters, well-form’d,\n      beautiful-faced, looking you straight in the eyes,\n  Trottoirs throng’d, vehicles, Broadway, the women, the shops and shows,\n  A million people—manners free and superb—open voices—hospitality—\n      the most courageous and friendly young men,\n  City of hurried and sparkling waters! city of spires and masts!\n  City nested in bays! my city!","themes":["nature","time","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0258","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0258","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0259","title":"All Is Truth","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"O me, man of slack faith so long,\n  Standing aloof, denying portions so long,\n  Only aware to-day of compact all-diffused truth,\n  Discovering to-day there is no lie or form of lie, and can be none,\n      but grows as inevitably upon itself as the truth does upon itself,\n  Or as any law of the earth or any natural production of the earth does.\n\n  (This is curious and may not be realized immediately, but it must be\n      realized,\n  I feel in myself that I represent falsehoods equally with the rest,\n  And that the universe does.)\n\n  Where has fail’d a perfect return indifferent of lies or the truth?\n  Is it upon the ground, or in water or fire? or in the spirit of man?\n      or in the meat and blood?\n\n  Meditating among liars and retreating sternly into myself, I see\n      that there are really no liars or lies after all,\n  And that nothing fails its perfect return, and that what are called\n      lies are perfect returns,\n  And that each thing exactly represents itself and what has preceded it,\n  And that the truth includes all, and is compact just as much as\n      space is compact,\n  And that there is no flaw or vacuum in the amount of the truth—but\n      that all is truth without exception;\n  And henceforth I will go celebrate any thing I see or am,\n  And sing and laugh and deny nothing.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0259","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0259","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0260","title":"A Riddle Song","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"That which eludes this verse and any verse,\n  Unheard by sharpest ear, unform’d in clearest eye or cunningest mind,\n  Nor lore nor fame, nor happiness nor wealth,\n  And yet the pulse of every heart and life throughout the world incessantly,\n  Which you and I and all pursuing ever ever miss,\n  Open but still a secret, the real of the real, an illusion,\n  Costless, vouchsafed to each, yet never man the owner,\n  Which poets vainly seek to put in rhyme, historians in prose,\n  Which sculptor never chisel’d yet, nor painter painted,\n  Which vocalist never sung, nor orator nor actor ever utter’d,\n  Invoking here and now I challenge for my song.\n\n  Indifferently, ’mid public, private haunts, in solitude,\n  Behind the mountain and the wood,\n  Companion of the city’s busiest streets, through the assemblage,\n  It and its radiations constantly glide.\n\n  In looks of fair unconscious babes,\n  Or strangely in the coffin’d dead,\n  Or show of breaking dawn or stars by night,\n  As some dissolving delicate film of dreams,\n  Hiding yet lingering.\n\n  Two little breaths of words comprising it,\n  Two words, yet all from first to last comprised in it.\n\n  How ardently for it!\n  How many ships have sail’d and sunk for it!\n\n  How many travelers started from their homes and neer return’d!\n  How much of genius boldly staked and lost for it!\n  What countless stores of beauty, love, ventur’d for it!\n  How all superbest deeds since Time began are traceable to it—and\n      shall be to the end!\n  How all heroic martyrdoms to it!\n  How, justified by it, the horrors, evils, battles of the earth!\n  How the bright fascinating lambent flames of it, in every age and\n      land, have drawn men’s eyes,\n  Rich as a sunset on the Norway coast, the sky, the islands, and the cliffs,\n  Or midnight’s silent glowing northern lights unreachable.\n\n  Haply God’s riddle it, so vague and yet so certain,\n  The soul for it, and all the visible universe for it,\n  And heaven at last for it.","themes":["love","hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0260","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0260","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0261","title":"Excelsior","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Who has gone farthest? for I would go farther,\n  And who has been just? for I would be the most just person of the earth,\n  And who most cautious? for I would be more cautious,\n  And who has been happiest? O I think it is I—I think no one was\n      ever happier than I,\n  And who has lavish’d all? for I lavish constantly the best I have,\n  And who proudest? for I think I have reason to be the proudest son\n      alive—for I am the son of the brawny and tall-topt city,\n  And who has been bold and true? for I would be the boldest and\n      truest being of the universe,\n  And who benevolent? for I would show more benevolence than all the rest,\n  And who has receiv’d the love of the most friends? for I know what\n      it is to receive the passionate love of many friends,\n  And who possesses a perfect and enamour’d body? for I do not believe\n      any one possesses a more perfect or enamour’d body than mine,\n  And who thinks the amplest thoughts? for I would surround those thoughts,\n  And who has made hymns fit for the earth? for I am mad with\n      devouring ecstasy to make joyous hymns for the whole earth.","themes":["love","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0261","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0261","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0262","title":"Ah Poverties, Wincings, and Sulky Retreats","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Ah poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats,\n  Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me,\n  (For what is my life or any man’s life but a conflict with foes, the\n      old, the incessant war?)\n  You degradations, you tussle with passions and appetites,\n  You smarts from dissatisfied friendships, (ah wounds the sharpest of all!)\n  You toil of painful and choked articulations, you meannesses,\n  You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my tongue the shallowest of any;)\n  You broken resolutions, you racking angers, you smother’d ennuis!\n  Ah think not you finally triumph, my real self has yet to come forth,\n  It shall yet march forth o’ermastering, till all lies beneath me,\n  It shall yet stand up the soldier of ultimate victory.","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0262","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0262","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0263","title":"Thoughts","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Of public opinion,\n  Of a calm and cool fiat sooner or later, (how impassive! how certain\n      and final!)\n  Of the President with pale face asking secretly to himself, What\n      will the people say at last?\n  Of the frivolous Judge—of the corrupt Congressman, Governor,\n      Mayor—of such as these standing helpless and exposed,\n  Of the mumbling and screaming priest, (soon, soon deserted,)\n  Of the lessening year by year of venerableness, and of the dicta of\n      officers, statutes, pulpits, schools,\n  Of the rising forever taller and stronger and broader of the\n      intuitions of men and women, and of Self-esteem and Personality;\n  Of the true New World—of the Democracies resplendent en-masse,\n  Of the conformity of politics, armies, navies, to them,\n  Of the shining sun by them—of the inherent light, greater than the rest,\n  Of the envelopment of all by them, and the effusion of all from them.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0263","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0263","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0264","title":"Mediums","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"They shall arise in the States,\n  They shall report Nature, laws, physiology, and happiness,\n  They shall illustrate Democracy and the kosmos,\n  They shall be alimentive, amative, perceptive,\n  They shall be complete women and men, their pose brawny and supple,\n      their drink water, their blood clean and clear,\n  They shall fully enjoy materialism and the sight of products, they\n      shall enjoy the sight of the beef, lumber, bread-stuffs, of\n      Chicago the great city.\n  They shall train themselves to go in public to become orators and\n      oratresses,\n  Strong and sweet shall their tongues be, poems and materials of\n      poems shall come from their lives, they shall be makers and finders,\n  Of them and of their works shall emerge divine conveyers, to convey gospels,\n  Characters, events, retrospections, shall be convey’d in gospels,\n      trees, animals, waters, shall be convey’d,\n  Death, the future, the invisible faith, shall all be convey’d.","themes":["nature","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0264","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0264","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0265","title":"Weave in, My Hardy Life","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Weave in, weave in, my hardy life,\n  Weave yet a soldier strong and full for great campaigns to come,\n  Weave in red blood, weave sinews in like ropes, the senses, sight weave in,\n  Weave lasting sure, weave day and night the wet, the warp, incessant\n      weave, tire not,\n  (We know not what the use O life, nor know the aim, the end, nor\n      really aught we know,\n  But know the work, the need goes on and shall go on, the\n      death-envelop’d march of peace as well as war goes on,)\n  For great campaigns of peace the same the wiry threads to weave,\n  We know not why or what, yet weave, forever weave.","themes":["death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0265","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0265","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0266","title":"Spain, 1873-74","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Out of the murk of heaviest clouds,\n  Out of the feudal wrecks and heap’d-up skeletons of kings,\n  Out of that old entire European debris, the shatter’d mummeries,\n  Ruin’d cathedrals, crumble of palaces, tombs of priests,\n  Lo, Freedom’s features fresh undimm’d look forth—the same immortal\n      face looks forth;\n  (A glimpse as of thy Mother’s face Columbia,\n  A flash significant as of a sword,\n  Beaming towards thee.)\n\n  Nor think we forget thee maternal;\n  Lag’d’st thou so long? shall the clouds close again upon thee?\n  Ah, but thou hast thyself now appear’d to us—we know thee,\n  Thou hast given us a sure proof, the glimpse of thyself,\n  Thou waitest there as everywhere thy time.","themes":["time","death","home","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0266","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0266","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0267","title":"By Broad Potomac’s Shore","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"By broad Potomac’s shore, again old tongue,\n  (Still uttering, still ejaculating, canst never cease this babble?)\n  Again old heart so gay, again to you, your sense, the full flush\n      spring returning,\n  Again the freshness and the odors, again Virginia’s summer sky,\n      pellucid blue and silver,\n  Again the forenoon purple of the hills,\n  Again the deathless grass, so noiseless soft and green,\n  Again the blood-red roses blooming.\n\n  Perfume this book of mine O blood-red roses!\n  Lave subtly with your waters every line Potomac!\n  Give me of you O spring, before I close, to put between its pages!\n  O forenoon purple of the hills, before I close, of you!\n  O deathless grass, of you!","themes":["love","nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0267","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0267","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0268","title":"From Far Dakota’s Canyons [June 25, 1876]","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"From far Dakota’s canyons,\n  Lands of the wild ravine, the dusky Sioux, the lonesome stretch, the\n      silence,\n  Haply to-day a mournful wall, haply a trumpet-note for heroes.\n\n  The battle-bulletin,\n  The Indian ambuscade, the craft, the fatal environment,\n  The cavalry companies fighting to the last in sternest heroism,\n  In the midst of their little circle, with their slaughter’d horses\n      for breastworks,\n  The fall of Custer and all his officers and men.\n\n  Continues yet the old, old legend of our race,\n  The loftiest of life upheld by death,\n  The ancient banner perfectly maintain’d,\n  O lesson opportune, O how I welcome thee!\n\n  As sitting in dark days,\n  Lone, sulky, through the time’s thick murk looking in vain for\n      light, for hope,\n  From unsuspected parts a fierce and momentary proof,\n  (The sun there at the centre though conceal’d,\n  Electric life forever at the centre,)\n  Breaks forth a lightning flash.\n\n  Thou of the tawny flowing hair in battle,\n  I erewhile saw, with erect head, pressing ever in front, bearing a\n      bright sword in thy hand,\n  Now ending well in death the splendid fever of thy deeds,\n  (I bring no dirge for it or thee, I bring a glad triumphal sonnet,)\n  Desperate and glorious, aye in defeat most desperate, most glorious,\n  After thy many battles in which never yielding up a gun or a color,\n  Leaving behind thee a memory sweet to soldiers,\n  Thou yieldest up thyself.","themes":["hope","time","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0268","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0268","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0269","title":"Old War-Dreams","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"In midnight sleep of many a face of anguish,\n  Of the look at first of the mortally wounded, (of that indescribable look,)\n  Of the dead on their backs with arms extended wide,\n       I dream, I dream, I dream.\n\n  Of scenes of Nature, fields and mountains,\n  Of skies so beauteous after a storm, and at night the moon so\n      unearthly bright,\n  Shining sweetly, shining down, where we dig the trenches and\n      gather the heaps,\n       I dream, I dream, I dream.\n\n  Long have they pass’d, faces and trenches and fields,\n  Where through the carnage I moved with a callous composure, or away\n      from the fallen,\n  Onward I sped at the time—but now of their forms at night,\n       I dream, I dream, I dream.","themes":["time","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0269","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0269","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0270","title":"Thick-Sprinkled Bunting","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Thick-sprinkled bunting! flag of stars!\n  Long yet your road, fateful flag—long yet your road, and lined with\n      bloody death,\n  For the prize I see at issue at last is the world,\n  All its ships and shores I see interwoven with your threads greedy banner;\n  Dream’d again the flags of kings, highest borne to flaunt unrival’d?\n  O hasten flag of man—O with sure and steady step, passing highest\n      flags of kings,\n  Walk supreme to the heavens mighty symbol—run up above them all,\n  Flag of stars! thick-sprinkled bunting!\n\nWhat Best I See in Thee\n  [To U. S. G. return’d from his World’s Tour]\n\n  What best I see in thee,\n  Is not that where thou mov’st down history’s great highways,\n  Ever undimm’d by time shoots warlike victory’s dazzle,\n  Or that thou sat’st where Washington sat, ruling the land in peace,\n  Or thou the man whom feudal Europe feted, venerable Asia swarm’d upon,\n  Who walk’d with kings with even pace the round world’s promenade;\n  But that in foreign lands, in all thy walks with kings,\n  Those prairie sovereigns of the West, Kansas, Missouri, Illinois,\n  Ohio’s, Indiana’s millions, comrades, farmers, soldiers, all to the front,\n  Invisibly with thee walking with kings with even pace the round\n      world’s promenade,\n  Were all so justified.\n\nSpirit That Form’d This Scene\n  [Written in Platte Canyon, Colorado]\n\n  Spirit that form’d this scene,\n  These tumbled rock-piles grim and red,\n  These reckless heaven-ambitious peaks,\n  These gorges, turbulent-clear streams, this naked freshness,\n  These formless wild arrays, for reasons of their own,\n  I know thee, savage spirit—we have communed together,\n  Mine too such wild arrays, for reasons of their own;\n  Wast charged against my chants they had forgotten art?\n  To fuse within themselves its rules precise and delicatesse?\n  The lyrist’s measur’d beat, the wrought-out temple’s grace—column\n      and polish’d arch forgot?\n  But thou that revelest here—spirit that form’d this scene,\n  They have remember’d thee.","themes":["time","spirituality","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0270","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0270","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0271","title":"As I Walk These Broad Majestic Days","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"As I walk these broad majestic days of peace,\n  (For the war, the struggle of blood finish’d, wherein, O terrific Ideal,\n  Against vast odds erewhile having gloriously won,\n  Now thou stridest on, yet perhaps in time toward denser wars,\n  Perhaps to engage in time in still more dreadful contests, dangers,\n  Longer campaigns and crises, labors beyond all others,)\n  Around me I hear that eclat of the world, politics, produce,\n  The announcements of recognized things, science,\n  The approved growth of cities and the spread of inventions.\n\n  I see the ships, (they will last a few years,)\n  The vast factories with their foremen and workmen,\n  And hear the indorsement of all, and do not object to it.\n\n  But I too announce solid things,\n  Science, ships, politics, cities, factories, are not nothing,\n  Like a grand procession to music of distant bugles pouring,\n      triumphantly moving, and grander heaving in sight,\n  They stand for realities—all is as it should be.\n\n  Then my realities;\n  What else is so real as mine?\n  Libertad and the divine average, freedom to every slave on the face\n      of the earth,\n  The rapt promises and lumine of seers, the spiritual world, these\n      centuries-lasting songs,\n  And our visions, the visions of poets, the most solid announcements\n      of any.","themes":["time","spirituality","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0271","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0271","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0272","title":"A Clear Midnight","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,\n  Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,\n  Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou\n      lovest best,\n  Night, sleep, death and the stars.","themes":["spirituality","death","night","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0272","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0272","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0273","title":"SONGS OF PARTING","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"As the time draws nigh glooming a cloud,\n  A dread beyond of I know not what darkens me.\n\n  I shall go forth,\n  I shall traverse the States awhile, but I cannot tell whither or how long,\n  Perhaps soon some day or night while I am singing my voice will\n      suddenly cease.\n\n  O book, O chants! must all then amount to but this?\n  Must we barely arrive at this beginning of us? —and yet it is\n      enough, O soul;\n  O soul, we have positively appear’d—that is enough.","themes":["time","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0273","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0273","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0274","title":"Years of the Modern","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Years of the modern! years of the unperform’d!\n  Your horizon rises, I see it parting away for more august dramas,\n  I see not America only, not only Liberty’s nation but other nations\n      preparing,\n  I see tremendous entrances and exits, new combinations, the solidarity\n      of races,\n  I see that force advancing with irresistible power on the world’s stage,\n  (Have the old forces, the old wars, played their parts? are the acts\n      suitable to them closed?)\n  I see Freedom, completely arm’d and victorious and very haughty,\n      with Law on one side and Peace on the other,\n  A stupendous trio all issuing forth against the idea of caste;\n  What historic denouements are these we so rapidly approach?\n  I see men marching and countermarching by swift millions,\n  I see the frontiers and boundaries of the old aristocracies broken,\n  I see the landmarks of European kings removed,\n  I see this day the People beginning their landmarks, (all others give way;)\n  Never were such sharp questions ask’d as this day,\n  Never was average man, his soul, more energetic, more like a God,\n  Lo, how he urges and urges, leaving the masses no rest!\n  His daring foot is on land and sea everywhere, he colonizes the\n      Pacific, the archipelagoes,\n  With the steamship, the electric telegraph, the newspaper, the\n      wholesale engines of war,\n  With these and the world-spreading factories he interlinks all\n      geography, all lands;\n  What whispers are these O lands, running ahead of you, passing under\n      the seas?\n  Are all nations communing? is there going to be but one heart to the globe?\n  Is humanity forming en-masse? for lo, tyrants tremble, crowns grow dim,\n  The earth, restive, confronts a new era, perhaps a general divine war,\n  No one knows what will happen next, such portents fill the days and nights;\n  Years prophetical! the space ahead as I walk, as I vainly try to\n      pierce it, is full of phantoms,\n  Unborn deeds, things soon to be, project their shapes around me,\n  This incredible rush and heat, this strange ecstatic fever of dreams\n      O years!\n  Your dreams O years, how they penetrate through me! (I know not\n      whether I sleep or wake;)\n  The perform’d America and Europe grow dim, retiring in shadow behind me,\n  The unperform’d, more gigantic than ever, advance, advance upon me.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0274","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0274","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0275","title":"Ashes of Soldiers","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Ashes of soldiers South or North,\n  As I muse retrospective murmuring a chant in thought,\n  The war resumes, again to my sense your shapes,\n  And again the advance of the armies.\n\n  Noiseless as mists and vapors,\n  From their graves in the trenches ascending,\n  From cemeteries all through Virginia and Tennessee,\n  From every point of the compass out of the countless graves,\n  In wafted clouds, in myriads large, or squads of twos or threes or\n      single ones they come,\n  And silently gather round me.\n\n  Now sound no note O trumpeters,\n  Not at the head of my cavalry parading on spirited horses,\n  With sabres drawn and glistening, and carbines by their thighs, (ah\n      my brave horsemen!\n  My handsome tan-faced horsemen! what life, what joy and pride,\n  With all the perils were yours.)\n\n  Nor you drummers, neither at reveille at dawn,\n  Nor the long roll alarming the camp, nor even the muffled beat for burial,\n  Nothing from you this time O drummers bearing my warlike drums.\n\n  But aside from these and the marts of wealth and the crowded promenade,\n  Admitting around me comrades close unseen by the rest and voiceless,\n  The slain elate and alive again, the dust and debris alive,\n  I chant this chant of my silent soul in the name of all dead soldiers.\n\n  Faces so pale with wondrous eyes, very dear, gather closer yet,\n  Draw close, but speak not.\n\n  Phantoms of countless lost,\n  Invisible to the rest henceforth become my companions,\n  Follow me ever—desert me not while I live.\n\n  Sweet are the blooming cheeks of the living—sweet are the musical\n      voices sounding,\n  But sweet, ah sweet, are the dead with their silent eyes.\n\n  Dearest comrades, all is over and long gone,\n  But love is not over—and what love, O comrades!\n  Perfume from battle-fields rising, up from the foetor arising.\n\n  Perfume therefore my chant, O love, immortal love,\n  Give me to bathe the memories of all dead soldiers,\n  Shroud them, embalm them, cover them all over with tender pride.\n\n  Perfume all—make all wholesome,\n  Make these ashes to nourish and blossom,\n  O love, solve all, fructify all with the last chemistry.\n\n  Give me exhaustless, make me a fountain,\n  That I exhale love from me wherever I go like a moist perennial dew,\n  For the ashes of all dead soldiers South or North.","themes":["love","hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0275","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0275","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0276","title":"Thoughts","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"1\n  Of these years I sing,\n  How they pass and have pass’d through convuls’d pains, as through\n      parturitions,\n  How America illustrates birth, muscular youth, the promise, the sure\n      fulfilment, the absolute success, despite of people—illustrates\n      evil as well as good,\n  The vehement struggle so fierce for unity in one’s-self,\n  How many hold despairingly yet to the models departed, caste, myths,\n      obedience, compulsion, and to infidelity,\n  How few see the arrived models, the athletes, the Western States, or\n      see freedom or spirituality, or hold any faith in results,\n  (But I see the athletes, and I see the results of the war glorious\n      and inevitable, and they again leading to other results.)\n\n  How the great cities appear—how the Democratic masses, turbulent,\n      willful, as I love them,\n  How the whirl, the contest, the wrestle of evil with good, the\n      sounding and resounding, keep on and on,\n  How society waits unform’d, and is for a while between things ended\n      and things begun,\n  How America is the continent of glories, and of the triumph of\n      freedom and of the Democracies, and of the fruits of society, and\n      of all that is begun,\n  And how the States are complete in themselves—and how all triumphs\n      and glories are complete in themselves, to lead onward,\n  And how these of mine and of the States will in their turn be\n      convuls’d, and serve other parturitions and transitions,\n  And how all people, sights, combinations, the democratic masses too,\n      serve—and how every fact, and war itself, with all its horrors,\n      serves,\n  And how now or at any time each serves the exquisite transition of death.\n\n       2\n  Of seeds dropping into the ground, of births,\n  Of the steady concentration of America, inland, upward, to\n      impregnable and swarming places,\n  Of what Indiana, Kentucky, Arkansas, and the rest, are to be,\n  Of what a few years will show there in Nebraska, Colorado, Nevada,\n      and the rest,\n  (Or afar, mounting the Northern Pacific to Sitka or Aliaska,)\n  Of what the feuillage of America is the preparation for—and of what\n      all sights, North, South, East and West, are,\n  Of this Union welded in blood, of the solemn price paid, of the\n      unnamed lost ever present in my mind;\n  Of the temporary use of materials for identity’s sake,\n  Of the present, passing, departing—of the growth of completer men\n      than any yet,\n  Of all sloping down there where the fresh free giver the mother, the\n      Mississippi flows,\n  Of mighty inland cities yet unsurvey’d and unsuspected,\n  Of the new and good names, of the modern developments, of\n      inalienable homesteads,\n  Of a free and original life there, of simple diet and clean and\n      sweet blood,\n  Of litheness, majestic faces, clear eyes, and perfect physique there,\n  Of immense spiritual results future years far West, each side of the\n      Anahuacs,\n  Of these songs, well understood there, (being made for that area,)\n  Of the native scorn of grossness and gain there,\n  (O it lurks in me night and day—what is gain after all to savageness\n      and freedom?)","themes":["love","time","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0276","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0276","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0277","title":"Song at Sunset","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Splendor of ended day floating and filling me,\n  Hour prophetic, hour resuming the past,\n  Inflating my throat, you divine average,\n  You earth and life till the last ray gleams I sing.\n\n  Open mouth of my soul uttering gladness,\n  Eyes of my soul seeing perfection,\n  Natural life of me faithfully praising things,\n  Corroborating forever the triumph of things.\n\n  Illustrious every one!\n  Illustrious what we name space, sphere of unnumber’d spirits,\n  Illustrious the mystery of motion in all beings, even the tiniest insect,\n  Illustrious the attribute of speech, the senses, the body,\n  Illustrious the passing light—illustrious the pale reflection on\n      the new moon in the western sky,\n  Illustrious whatever I see or hear or touch, to the last.\n\n  Good in all,\n  In the satisfaction and aplomb of animals,\n  In the annual return of the seasons,\n  In the hilarity of youth,\n  In the strength and flush of manhood,\n  In the grandeur and exquisiteness of old age,\n  In the superb vistas of death.\n\n  Wonderful to depart!\n  Wonderful to be here!\n  The heart, to jet the all-alike and innocent blood!\n  To breathe the air, how delicious!\n  To speak—to walk—to seize something by the hand!\n  To prepare for sleep, for bed, to look on my rose-color’d flesh!\n  To be conscious of my body, so satisfied, so large!\n  To be this incredible God I am!\n  To have gone forth among other Gods, these men and women I love.\n\n  Wonderful how I celebrate you and myself\n  How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around!\n  How the clouds pass silently overhead!\n  How the earth darts on and on! and how the sun, moon, stars, dart on and on!\n  How the water sports and sings! (surely it is alive!)\n  How the trees rise and stand up, with strong trunks, with branches\n      and leaves!\n  (Surely there is something more in each of the trees, some living soul.)\n\n  O amazement of things—even the least particle!\n  O spirituality of things!\n  O strain musical flowing through ages and continents, now reaching\n      me and America!\n  I take your strong chords, intersperse them, and cheerfully pass\n      them forward.\n\n  I too carol the sun, usher’d or at noon, or as now, setting,\n  I too throb to the brain and beauty of the earth and of all the\n      growths of the earth,\n  I too have felt the resistless call of myself.\n\n  As I steam’d down the Mississippi,\n  As I wander’d over the prairies,\n  As I have lived, as I have look’d through my windows my eyes,\n  As I went forth in the morning, as I beheld the light breaking in the east,\n  As I bathed on the beach of the Eastern Sea, and again on the beach\n      of the Western Sea,\n  As I roam’d the streets of inland Chicago, whatever streets I have roam’d,\n  Or cities or silent woods, or even amid the sights of war,\n  Wherever I have been I have charged myself with contentment and triumph.\n\n  I sing to the last the equalities modern or old,\n  I sing the endless finales of things,\n  I say Nature continues, glory continues,\n  I praise with electric voice,\n  For I do not see one imperfection in the universe,\n  And I do not see one cause or result lamentable at last in the universe.\n\n  O setting sun! though the time has come,\n  I still warble under you, if none else does, unmitigated adoration.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0277","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0277","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0278","title":"As at Thy Portals Also Death","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"As at thy portals also death,\n  Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds,\n  To memories of my mother, to the divine blending, maternity,\n  To her, buried and gone, yet buried not, gone not from me,\n  (I see again the calm benignant face fresh and beautiful still,\n  I sit by the form in the coffin,\n  I kiss and kiss convulsively again the sweet old lips, the cheeks,\n      the closed eyes in the coffin;)\n  To her, the ideal woman, practical, spiritual, of all of earth,\n      life, love, to me the best,\n  I grave a monumental line, before I go, amid these songs,\n  And set a tombstone here.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0278","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0278","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0279","title":"My Legacy","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The business man the acquirer vast,\n  After assiduous years surveying results, preparing for departure,\n  Devises houses and lands to his children, bequeaths stocks, goods,\n      funds for a school or hospital,\n  Leaves money to certain companions to buy tokens, souvenirs of gems\n      and gold.\n\n  But I, my life surveying, closing,\n  With nothing to show to devise from its idle years,\n  Nor houses nor lands, nor tokens of gems or gold for my friends,\n  Yet certain remembrances of the war for you, and after you,\n  And little souvenirs of camps and soldiers, with my love,\n  I bind together and bequeath in this bundle of songs.","themes":["love","time","friendship","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0279","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0279","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0280","title":"Pensive on Her Dead Gazing","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Pensive on her dead gazing I heard the Mother of All,\n  Desperate on the torn bodies, on the forms covering the battlefields gazing,\n  (As the last gun ceased, but the scent of the powder-smoke linger’d,)\n  As she call’d to her earth with mournful voice while she stalk’d,\n  Absorb them well O my earth, she cried, I charge you lose not my\n      sons, lose not an atom,\n  And you streams absorb them well, taking their dear blood,\n  And you local spots, and you airs that swim above lightly impalpable,\n  And all you essences of soil and growth, and you my rivers’ depths,\n  And you mountain sides, and the woods where my dear children’s\n      blood trickling redden’d,\n  And you trees down in your roots to bequeath to all future trees,\n  My dead absorb or South or North—my young men’s bodies absorb,\n      and their precious precious blood,\n  Which holding in trust for me faithfully back again give me many a\n      year hence,\n  In unseen essence and odor of surface and grass, centuries hence,\n  In blowing airs from the fields back again give me my darlings, give\n      my immortal heroes,\n  Exhale me them centuries hence, breathe me their breath, let not an\n      atom be lost,\n  O years and graves! O air and soil! O my dead, an aroma sweet!\n  Exhale them perennial sweet death, years, centuries hence.","themes":["love","nature","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0280","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0280","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. The source is the expanded lifetime collection, not the 1855 first edition.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"b7f2fecbb35403b42b4c405c7c2bb5ead5557a71d88a5b786702ecfae0cab0ca","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0281","title":"Camps of Green","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Nor alone those camps of white, old comrades of the wars,\n  When as order’d forward, after a long march,\n  Footsore and weary, soon as the light lessens we halt for the night,\n  Some of us so fatigued carrying the gun and knapsack, dropping\n      asleep in our tracks,\n  Others pitching the little tents, and the fires lit up begin to sparkle,\n  Outposts of pickets posted surrounding alert through the dark,\n  And a word provided for countersign, careful for safety,\n  Till to the call of the drummers at daybreak loudly beating the drums,\n  We rise up refresh’d, the night and sleep pass’d over, and resume our\n      journey,\n  Or proceed to battle.\n\n  Lo, the camps of the tents of green,\n  Which the days of peace keep filling, and the days of war keep filling,\n  With a mystic army, (is it too order’d forward? is it too only\n      halting awhile,\n  Till night and sleep pass over?)\n\n  Now in those camps of green, in their tents dotting the world,\n  In the parents, children, husbands, wives, in them, in the old and young,\n  Sleeping under the sunlight, sleeping under the moonlight, content\n      and silent there at last,\n  Behold the mighty bivouac-field and waiting-camp of all,\n  Of the corps and generals all, and the President over the corps and\n      generals all,\n  And of each of us O soldiers, and of each and all in the ranks we fought,\n  (There without hatred we all, all meet.)\n\n  For presently O soldiers, we too camp in our place in the\n      bivouac-camps of green,\n  But we need not provide for outposts, nor word for the countersign,\n  Nor drummer to beat the morning drum.","themes":["time","loneliness","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0281","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0281","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0282","title":"The Sobbing of the Bells [Midnight, Sept. 19-20, 1881]","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The sobbing of the bells, the sudden death-news everywhere,\n  The slumberers rouse, the rapport of the People,\n  (Full well they know that message in the darkness,\n  Full well return, respond within their breasts, their brains, the\n      sad reverberations,)\n  The passionate toll and clang—city to city, joining, sounding, passing,\n  Those heart-beats of a Nation in the night.","themes":["love","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0282","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0282","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0283","title":"As They Draw to a Close","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"As they draw to a close,\n  Of what underlies the precedent songs—of my aims in them,\n  Of the seed I have sought to plant in them,\n  Of joy, sweet joy, through many a year, in them,\n  (For them, for them have I lived, in them my work is done,)\n  Of many an aspiration fond, of many a dream and plan;\n  Through Space and Time fused in a chant, and the flowing eternal identity,\n  To Nature encompassing these, encompassing God—to the joyous,\n      electric all,\n  To the sense of Death, and accepting exulting in Death in its turn\n      the same as life,\n  The entrance of man to sing;\n  To compact you, ye parted, diverse lives,\n  To put rapport the mountains and rocks and streams,\n  And the winds of the north, and the forests of oak and pine,\n  With you O soul.","themes":["time","spirituality","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0283","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0283","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0284","title":"Joy, Shipmate, Joy!","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Joy, shipmate, Joy!\n  (Pleas’d to my soul at death I cry,)\n  Our life is closed, our life begins,\n  The long, long anchorage we leave,\n  The ship is clear at last, she leaps!\n  She swiftly courses from the shore,\n  Joy, shipmate, joy.","themes":["spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0284","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0284","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0285","title":"The Untold Want","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The untold want by life and land ne’er granted,\n  Now voyager sail thou forth to seek and find.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0285","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0285","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0288","title":"Now Finale to the Shore","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Now finale to the shore,\n  Now land and life finale and farewell,\n  Now Voyager depart, (much, much for thee is yet in store,)\n  Often enough hast thou adventur’d o’er the seas,\n  Cautiously cruising, studying the charts,\n  Duly again to port and hawser’s tie returning;\n  But now obey thy cherish’d secret wish,\n  Embrace thy friends, leave all in order,\n  To port and hawser’s tie no more returning,\n  Depart upon thy endless cruise old Sailor.","themes":["time","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0288","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0288","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0289","title":"So Long!","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"To conclude, I announce what comes after me.\n\n  I remember I said before my leaves sprang at all,\n  I would raise my voice jocund and strong with reference to consummations.\n\n  When America does what was promis’d,\n  When through these States walk a hundred millions of superb persons,\n  When the rest part away for superb persons and contribute to them,\n  When breeds of the most perfect mothers denote America,\n  Then to me and mine our due fruition.\n\n  I have press’d through in my own right,\n  I have sung the body and the soul, war and peace have I sung, and\n      the songs of life and death,\n  And the songs of birth, and shown that there are many births.\n\n  I have offer’d my style to every one, I have journey’d with confident step;\n  While my pleasure is yet at the full I whisper So long!\n  And take the young woman’s hand and the young man’s hand for the last time.\n\n  I announce natural persons to arise,\n  I announce justice triumphant,\n  I announce uncompromising liberty and equality,\n  I announce the justification of candor and the justification of pride.\n\n  I announce that the identity of these States is a single identity only,\n  I announce the Union more and more compact, indissoluble,\n  I announce splendors and majesties to make all the previous politics\n      of the earth insignificant.\n\n  I announce adhesiveness, I say it shall be limitless, unloosen’d,\n  I say you shall yet find the friend you were looking for.\n\n  I announce a man or woman coming, perhaps you are the one, (So long!)\n  I announce the great individual, fluid as Nature, chaste,\n      affectionate, compassionate, fully arm’d.\n\n  I announce a life that shall be copious, vehement, spiritual, bold,\n  I announce an end that shall lightly and joyfully meet its translation.\n\n  I announce myriads of youths, beautiful, gigantic, sweet-blooded,\n  I announce a race of splendid and savage old men.\n\n  O thicker and faster—(So long!)\n  O crowding too close upon me,\n  I foresee too much, it means more than I thought,\n  It appears to me I am dying.\n\n  Hasten throat and sound your last,\n  Salute me—salute the days once more. Peal the old cry once more.\n\n  Screaming electric, the atmosphere using,\n  At random glancing, each as I notice absorbing,\n  Swiftly on, but a little while alighting,\n  Curious envelop’d messages delivering,\n  Sparkles hot, seed ethereal down in the dirt dropping,\n  Myself unknowing, my commission obeying, to question it never daring,\n  To ages and ages yet the growth of the seed leaving,\n  To troops out of the war arising, they the tasks I have set\n  promulging,\n  To women certain whispers of myself bequeathing, their affection\n      me more clearly explaining,\n  To young men my problems offering—no dallier I—I the muscle of\n      their brains trying,\n  So I pass, a little time vocal, visible, contrary,\n  Afterward a melodious echo, passionately bent for, (death making\n      me really undying,)\n  The best of me then when no longer visible, for toward that I have\n      been incessantly preparing.\n\n  What is there more, that I lag and pause and crouch extended with\n      unshut mouth?\n  Is there a single final farewell?\n  My songs cease, I abandon them,\n  From behind the screen where I hid I advance personally solely to you.\n\n  Camerado, this is no book,\n  Who touches this touches a man,\n  (Is it night? are we here together alone?)\n  It is I you hold and who holds you,\n  I spring from the pages into your arms—decease calls me forth.\n\n  O how your fingers drowse me,\n  Your breath falls around me like dew, your pulse lulls the tympans\n      of my ears,\n  I feel immerged from head to foot,\n  Delicious, enough.\n\n  Enough O deed impromptu and secret,\n  Enough O gliding present—enough O summ’d-up past.\n\n  Dear friend whoever you are take this kiss,\n  I give it especially to you, do not forget me,\n  I feel like one who has done work for the day to retire awhile,\n  I receive now again of my many translations, from my avataras\n      ascending, while others doubtless await me,\n  An unknown sphere more real than I dream’d, more direct, darts\n      awakening rays about me, So long!\n  Remember my words, I may again return,\n  I love you, I depart from materials,\n  I am as one disembodied, triumphant, dead.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0289","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0289","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0291","title":"Paumanok","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Sea-beauty! stretch’d and basking!\n  One side thy inland ocean laving, broad, with copious commerce,\n      steamers, sails,\n  And one the Atlantic’s wind caressing, fierce or gentle—mighty hulls\n      dark-gliding in the distance.\n  Isle of sweet brooks of drinking-water—healthy air and soil!\n  Isle of the salty shore and breeze and brine!","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0291","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0291","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0292","title":"From Montauk Point","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I stand as on some mighty eagle’s beak,\n  Eastward the sea absorbing, viewing, (nothing but sea and sky,)\n  The tossing waves, the foam, the ships in the distance,\n  The wild unrest, the snowy, curling caps—that inbound urge and urge\n      of waves,\n  Seeking the shores forever.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0292","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0292","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0293","title":"To Those Who’ve Fail’d","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"To those who’ve fail’d, in aspiration vast,\n  To unnam’d soldiers fallen in front on the lead,\n  To calm, devoted engineers—to over-ardent travelers—to pilots on\n      their ships,\n  To many a lofty song and picture without recognition—I’d rear\n      laurel-cover’d monument,\n  High, high above the rest—To all cut off before their time,\n  Possess’d by some strange spirit of fire,\n  Quench’d by an early death.","themes":["time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0293","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0293","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0294","title":"A Carol Closing Sixty-Nine","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A carol closing sixty-nine—a resume—a repetition,\n  My lines in joy and hope continuing on the same,\n  Of ye, O God, Life, Nature, Freedom, Poetry;\n  Of you, my Land—your rivers, prairies, States—you, mottled Flag I love,\n  Your aggregate retain’d entire—Of north, south, east and west, your\n      items all;\n  Of me myself—the jocund heart yet beating in my breast,\n  The body wreck’d, old, poor and paralyzed—the strange inertia\n      falling pall-like round me,\n  The burning fires down in my sluggish blood not yet extinct,\n  The undiminish’d faith—the groups of loving friends.","themes":["love","hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0294","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0294","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0295","title":"The Bravest Soldiers","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Brave, brave were the soldiers (high named to-day) who lived through\n      the fight;\n  But the bravest press’d to the front and fell, unnamed, unknown.","themes":["hope"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0295","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0295","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0296","title":"A Font of Type","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"This latent mine—these unlaunch’d voices—passionate powers,\n  Wrath, argument, or praise, or comic leer, or prayer devout,\n  (Not nonpareil, brevier, bourgeois, long primer merely,)\n  These ocean waves arousable to fury and to death,\n  Or sooth’d to ease and sheeny sun and sleep,\n  Within the pallid slivers slumbering.","themes":["spirituality","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0296","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0296","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0297","title":"As I Sit Writing Here","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"As I sit writing here, sick and grown old,\n  Not my least burden is that dulness of the years, querilities,\n  Ungracious glooms, aches, lethargy, constipation, whimpering ennui,\n  May filter in my dally songs.","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0297","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0297","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0298","title":"My Canary Bird","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Did we count great, O soul, to penetrate the themes of mighty books,\n  Absorbing deep and full from thoughts, plays, speculations?\n  But now from thee to me, caged bird, to feel thy joyous warble,\n  Filling the air, the lonesome room, the long forenoon,\n  Is it not just as great, O soul?","themes":["nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0298","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0298","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0301","title":"The First Dandelion","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Simple and fresh and fair from winter’s close emerging,\n  As if no artifice of fashion, business, politics, had ever been,\n  Forth from its sunny nook of shelter’d grass—innocent, golden, calm\n      as the dawn,\n  The spring’s first dandelion shows its trustful face.","themes":["nature","hope"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0301","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0301","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0302","title":"America","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Centre of equal daughters, equal sons,\n  All, all alike endear’d, grown, ungrown, young or old,\n  Strong, ample, fair, enduring, capable, rich,\n  Perennial with the Earth, with Freedom, Law and Love,\n  A grand, sane, towering, seated Mother,\n  Chair’d in the adamant of Time.","themes":["love","time","home","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0302","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0302","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0303","title":"Memories","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"How sweet the silent backward tracings!\n  The wanderings as in dreams—the meditation of old times resumed\n      —their loves, joys, persons, voyages.","themes":["time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0303","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0303","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0305","title":"After the Dazzle of Day","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"After the dazzle of day is gone,\n  Only the dark, dark night shows to my eyes the stars;\n  After the clangor of organ majestic, or chorus, or perfect band,\n  Silent, athwart my soul, moves the symphony true.","themes":["spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0305","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0305","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0307","title":"Out of May’s Shows Selected","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Apple orchards, the trees all cover’d with blossoms;\n  Wheat fields carpeted far and near in vital emerald green;\n  The eternal, exhaustless freshness of each early morning;\n  The yellow, golden, transparent haze of the warm afternoon sun;\n  The aspiring lilac bushes with profuse purple or white flowers.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0307","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0307","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0308","title":"Halcyon Days","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Not from successful love alone,\n  Nor wealth, nor honor’d middle age, nor victories of politics or war;\n  But as life wanes, and all the turbulent passions calm,\n  As gorgeous, vapory, silent hues cover the evening sky,\n  As softness, fulness, rest, suffuse the frame, like freshier, balmier air,\n  As the days take on a mellower light, and the apple at last hangs\n      really finish’d and indolent-ripe on the tree,\n  Then for the teeming quietest, happiest days of all!\n  The brooding and blissful halcyon days!\n\n[I]  The Pilot in the Mist\n\n  Steaming the northern rapids—(an old St. Lawrence reminiscence,\n  A sudden memory-flash comes back, I know not why,\n  Here waiting for the sunrise, gazing from this hill;)\n  Again ’tis just at morning—a heavy haze contends with daybreak,\n  Again the trembling, laboring vessel veers me—I press through\n      foam-dash’d rocks that almost touch me,\n  Again I mark where aft the small thin Indian helmsman\n  Looms in the mist, with brow elate and governing hand.\n\n[II]  Had I the Choice\n\n  Had I the choice to tally greatest bards,\n  To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will,\n  Homer with all his wars and warriors—Hector, Achilles, Ajax,\n  Or Shakspere’s woe-entangled Hamlet, Lear, Othello—Tennyson’s fair ladies,\n  Metre or wit the best, or choice conceit to wield in perfect rhyme,\n      delight of singers;\n  These, these, O sea, all these I’d gladly barter,\n  Would you the undulation of one wave, its trick to me transfer,\n  Or breathe one breath of yours upon my verse,\n  And leave its odor there.\n\n[III]  You Tides with Ceaseless Swell\n\n  You tides with ceaseless swell! you power that does this work!\n  You unseen force, centripetal, centrifugal, through space’s spread,\n  Rapport of sun, moon, earth, and all the constellations,\n  What are the messages by you from distant stars to us? what Sirius’?\n      what Capella’s?\n  What central heart—and you the pulse—vivifies all? what boundless\n      aggregate of all?\n  What subtle indirection and significance in you? what clue to all in\n      you? what fluid, vast identity,\n  Holding the universe with all its parts as one—as sailing in a ship?\n\n[IV]  Last of Ebb, and Daylight Waning\n\n  Last of ebb, and daylight waning,\n  Scented sea-cool landward making, smells of sedge and salt incoming,\n  With many a half-caught voice sent up from the eddies,\n  Many a muffled confession—many a sob and whisper’d word,\n  As of speakers far or hid.\n\n  How they sweep down and out! how they mutter!\n  Poets unnamed—artists greatest of any, with cherish’d lost designs,\n  Love’s unresponse—a chorus of age’s complaints—hope’s last words,\n  Some suicide’s despairing cry, Away to the boundless waste, and\n      never again return.\n\n  On to oblivion then!\n  On, on, and do your part, ye burying, ebbing tide!\n  On for your time, ye furious debouche!\n\n[V]  And Yet Not You Alone\n\n  And yet not you alone, twilight and burying ebb,\n  Nor you, ye lost designs alone—nor failures, aspirations;\n  I know, divine deceitful ones, your glamour’s seeming;\n  Duly by you, from you, the tide and light again—duly the hinges turning,\n  Duly the needed discord-parts offsetting, blending,\n  Weaving from you, from Sleep, Night, Death itself,\n  The rhythmus of Birth eternal.\n\n[VI]  Proudly the Flood Comes In\n\n  Proudly the flood comes in, shouting, foaming, advancing,\n  Long it holds at the high, with bosom broad outswelling,\n  All throbs, dilates—the farms, woods, streets of cities—workmen at work,\n  Mainsails, topsails, jibs, appear in the offing—steamers’ pennants\n      of smoke—and under the forenoon sun,\n  Freighted with human lives, gaily the outward bound, gaily the\n      inward bound,\n  Flaunting from many a spar the flag I love.\n\n[VII]  By That Long Scan of Waves\n\n  By that long scan of waves, myself call’d back, resumed upon myself,\n  In every crest some undulating light or shade—some retrospect,\n  Joys, travels, studies, silent panoramas—scenes ephemeral,\n  The long past war, the battles, hospital sights, the wounded and the dead,\n  Myself through every by-gone phase—my idle youth—old age at hand,\n  My three-score years of life summ’d up, and more, and past,\n  By any grand ideal tried, intentionless, the whole a nothing,\n  And haply yet some drop within God’s scheme’s ensemble—some\n      wave, or part of wave,\n  Like one of yours, ye multitudinous ocean.\n\n[VIII]  Then Last Of All\n\n  Then last of all, caught from these shores, this hill,\n  Of you O tides, the mystic human meaning:\n  Only by law of you, your swell and ebb, enclosing me the same,\n  The brain that shapes, the voice that chants this song.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0308","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0308","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0309","title":"Election Day, November, 1884","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show,\n  ’Twould not be you, Niagara—nor you, ye limitless prairies—nor\n      your huge rifts of canyons, Colorado,\n  Nor you, Yosemite—nor Yellowstone, with all its spasmic\n      geyser-loops ascending to the skies, appearing and disappearing,\n  Nor Oregon’s white cones—nor Huron’s belt of mighty lakes—nor\n      Mississippi’s stream:\n  —This seething hemisphere’s humanity, as now, I’d name—the still\n      small voice vibrating—America’s choosing day,\n  (The heart of it not in the chosen—the act itself the main, the\n      quadriennial choosing,)\n  The stretch of North and South arous’d—sea-board and inland—\n      Texas to Maine—the Prairie States—Vermont, Virginia, California,\n  The final ballot-shower from East to West—the paradox and conflict,\n  The countless snow-flakes falling—(a swordless conflict,\n  Yet more than all Rome’s wars of old, or modern Napoleon’s:) the\n      peaceful choice of all,\n  Or good or ill humanity—welcoming the darker odds, the dross:\n  —Foams and ferments the wine? it serves to purify—while the heart\n      pants, life glows:\n  These stormy gusts and winds waft precious ships,\n  Swell’d Washington’s, Jefferson’s, Lincoln’s sails.","themes":["love","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0309","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0309","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0310","title":"With Husky-Haughty Lips, O Sea!","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"With husky-haughty lips, O sea!\n  Where day and night I wend thy surf-beat shore,\n  Imaging to my sense thy varied strange suggestions,\n  (I see and plainly list thy talk and conference here,)\n  Thy troops of white-maned racers racing to the goal,\n  Thy ample, smiling face, dash’d with the sparkling dimples of the sun,\n  Thy brooding scowl and murk—thy unloos’d hurricanes,\n  Thy unsubduedness, caprices, wilfulness;\n  Great as thou art above the rest, thy many tears—a lack from all\n      eternity in thy content,\n  (Naught but the greatest struggles, wrongs, defeats, could make thee\n      greatest—no less could make thee,)\n  Thy lonely state—something thou ever seek’st and seek’st, yet\n      never gain’st,\n  Surely some right withheld—some voice, in huge monotonous rage, of\n      freedom-lover pent,\n  Some vast heart, like a planet’s, chain’d and chafing in those breakers,\n  By lengthen’d swell, and spasm, and panting breath,\n  And rhythmic rasping of thy sands and waves,\n  And serpent hiss, and savage peals of laughter,\n  And undertones of distant lion roar,\n  (Sounding, appealing to the sky’s deaf ear—but now, rapport for once,\n  A phantom in the night thy confidant for once,)\n  The first and last confession of the globe,\n  Outsurging, muttering from thy soul’s abysms,\n  The tale of cosmic elemental passion,\n  Thou tellest to a kindred soul.","themes":["love","grief","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0310","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0310","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0311","title":"Death of General Grant","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"As one by one withdraw the lofty actors,\n  From that great play on history’s stage eterne,\n  That lurid, partial act of war and peace—of old and new contending,\n  Fought out through wrath, fears, dark dismays, and many a long suspense;\n  All past—and since, in countless graves receding, mellowing,\n  Victor’s and vanquish’d—Lincoln’s and Lee’s—now thou with them,\n  Man of the mighty days—and equal to the days!\n  Thou from the prairies!—tangled and many-vein’d and hard has been thy part,\n  To admiration has it been enacted!","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0311","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0311","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0312","title":"Red Jacket (From Aloft)","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Upon this scene, this show,\n  Yielded to-day by fashion, learning, wealth,\n  (Nor in caprice alone—some grains of deepest meaning,)\n  Haply, aloft, (who knows?) from distant sky-clouds’ blended shapes,\n  As some old tree, or rock or cliff, thrill’d with its soul,\n  Product of Nature’s sun, stars, earth direct—a towering human form,\n  In hunting-shirt of film, arm’d with the rifle, a half-ironical\n      smile curving its phantom lips,\n  Like one of Ossian’s ghosts looks down.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0312","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0312","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0313","title":"Washington’s Monument February, 1885","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Ah, not this marble, dead and cold:\n  Far from its base and shaft expanding—the round zones circling,\n      comprehending,\n  Thou, Washington, art all the world’s, the continents’ entire—not\n      yours alone, America,\n  Europe’s as well, in every part, castle of lord or laborer’s cot,\n  Or frozen North, or sultry South—the African’s—the Arab’s in his tent,\n  Old Asia’s there with venerable smile, seated amid her ruins;\n  (Greets the antique the hero new? ’tis but the same—the heir\n      legitimate, continued ever,\n  The indomitable heart and arm—proofs of the never-broken line,\n  Courage, alertness, patience, faith, the same—e’en in defeat\n      defeated not, the same:)\n  Wherever sails a ship, or house is built on land, or day or night,\n  Through teeming cities’ streets, indoors or out, factories or farms,\n  Now, or to come, or past—where patriot wills existed or exist,\n  Wherever Freedom, pois’d by Toleration, sway’d by Law,\n  Stands or is rising thy true monument.","themes":["love","hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0313","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0313","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0314","title":"Of That Blithe Throat of Thine","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Of that blithe throat of thine from arctic bleak and blank,\n  I’ll mind the lesson, solitary bird—let me too welcome chilling drifts,\n  E’en the profoundest chill, as now—a torpid pulse, a brain unnerv’d,\n  Old age land-lock’d within its winter bay—(cold, cold, O cold!)\n  These snowy hairs, my feeble arm, my frozen feet,\n  For them thy faith, thy rule I take, and grave it to the last;\n  Not summer’s zones alone—not chants of youth, or south’s warm tides alone,\n  But held by sluggish floes, pack’d in the northern ice, the cumulus\n      of years,\n  These with gay heart I also sing.","themes":["love","nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0314","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0314","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0315","title":"Broadway","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"What hurrying human tides, or day or night!\n  What passions, winnings, losses, ardors, swim thy waters!\n  What whirls of evil, bliss and sorrow, stem thee!\n  What curious questioning glances—glints of love!\n  Leer, envy, scorn, contempt, hope, aspiration!\n  Thou portal—thou arena—thou of the myriad long-drawn lines and groups!\n  (Could but thy flagstones, curbs, facades, tell their inimitable tales;\n  Thy windows rich, and huge hotels—thy side-walks wide;)\n  Thou of the endless sliding, mincing, shuffling feet!\n  Thou, like the parti-colored world itself—like infinite, teeming,\n      mocking life!\n  Thou visor’d, vast, unspeakable show and lesson!","themes":["love","hope","grief","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0315","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0315","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0316","title":"To Get the Final Lilt of Songs","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"To get the final lilt of songs,\n  To penetrate the inmost lore of poets—to know the mighty ones,\n  Job, Homer, Eschylus, Dante, Shakespere, Tennyson, Emerson;\n  To diagnose the shifting-delicate tints of love and pride and doubt—\n      to truly understand,\n  To encompass these, the last keen faculty and entrance-price,\n  Old age, and what it brings from all its past experiences.","themes":["love","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0316","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0316","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0317","title":"Old Salt Kossabone","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Far back, related on my mother’s side,\n  Old Salt Kossabone, I’ll tell you how he died:\n  (Had been a sailor all his life—was nearly 90—lived with his\n      married grandchild, Jenny;\n  House on a hill, with view of bay at hand, and distant cape, and\n      stretch to open sea;)\n  The last of afternoons, the evening hours, for many a year his\n      regular custom,\n  In his great arm chair by the window seated,\n  (Sometimes, indeed, through half the day,)\n  Watching the coming, going of the vessels, he mutters to himself—\n      And now the close of all:\n  One struggling outbound brig, one day, baffled for long—cross-tides\n      and much wrong going,\n  At last at nightfall strikes the breeze aright, her whole luck veering,\n  And swiftly bending round the cape, the darkness proudly entering,\n      cleaving, as he watches,\n  “She’s free—she’s on her destination\"—these the last words—when\n      Jenny came, he sat there dead,\n  Dutch Kossabone, Old Salt, related on my mother’s side, far back.","themes":["time","death","home","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0317","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0317","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0318","title":"The Dead Tenor","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"As down the stage again,\n  With Spanish hat and plumes, and gait inimitable,\n  Back from the fading lessons of the past, I’d call, I’d tell and own,\n  How much from thee! the revelation of the singing voice from thee!\n  (So firm—so liquid-soft—again that tremulous, manly timbre!\n  The perfect singing voice—deepest of all to me the lesson—trial\n      and test of all:)\n  How through those strains distill’d—how the rapt ears, the soul of\n      me, absorbing\n  Fernando’s heart, Manrico’s passionate call, Ernani’s, sweet Gennaro’s,\n  I fold thenceforth, or seek to fold, within my chants transmuting,\n  Freedom’s and Love’s and Faith’s unloos’d cantabile,\n  (As perfume’s, color’s, sunlight’s correlation:)\n  From these, for these, with these, a hurried line, dead tenor,\n  A wafted autumn leaf, dropt in the closing grave, the shovel’d earth,\n  To memory of thee.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0318","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0318","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0319","title":"Continuities","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,\n  No birth, identity, form—no object of the world.\n  Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;\n  Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain.\n  Ample are time and space—ample the fields of Nature.\n  The body, sluggish, aged, cold—the embers left from earlier fires,\n  The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again;\n  The sun now low in the west rises for mornings and for noons continual;\n  To frozen clods ever the spring’s invisible law returns,\n  With grass and flowers and summer fruits and corn.","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0319","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0319","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0320","title":"Yonnondio","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A song, a poem of itself—the word itself a dirge,\n  Amid the wilds, the rocks, the storm and wintry night,\n  To me such misty, strange tableaux the syllables calling up;\n  Yonnondio—I see, far in the west or north, a limitless ravine, with\n      plains and mountains dark,\n  I see swarms of stalwart chieftains, medicine-men, and warriors,\n  As flitting by like clouds of ghosts, they pass and are gone in the\n      twilight,\n  (Race of the woods, the landscapes free, and the falls!\n  No picture, poem, statement, passing them to the future:)\n  Yonnondio! Yonnondio!—unlimn’d they disappear;\n  To-day gives place, and fades—the cities, farms, factories fade;\n  A muffled sonorous sound, a wailing word is borne through the air\n      for a moment,\n  Then blank and gone and still, and utterly lost.","themes":["night","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0320","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0320","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0321","title":"Life","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Ever the undiscouraged, resolute, struggling soul of man;\n  (Have former armies fail’d? then we send fresh armies—and fresh again;)\n  Ever the grappled mystery of all earth’s ages old or new;\n  Ever the eager eyes, hurrahs, the welcome-clapping hands, the loud\n      applause;\n  Ever the soul dissatisfied, curious, unconvinced at last;\n  Struggling to-day the same—battling the same.","themes":["time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0321","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0321","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0322","title":"“Going Somewhere”","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"My science-friend, my noblest woman-friend,\n  (Now buried in an English grave—and this a memory-leaf for her dear sake,)\n  Ended our talk—\"The sum, concluding all we know of old or modern\n      learning, intuitions deep,\n  “Of all Geologies—Histories—of all Astronomy—of Evolution,\n      Metaphysics all,\n  “Is, that we all are onward, onward, speeding slowly, surely bettering,\n  “Life, life an endless march, an endless army, (no halt, but it is\n      duly over,)\n  “The world, the race, the soul—in space and time the universes,\n  “All bound as is befitting each—all surely going somewhere.”","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0322","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0322","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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That, for the use of the New World, I sing.\n  Man’s physiology complete, from top to toe, I sing. Not physiognomy alone,\n      nor brain alone, is worthy for the Muse;—I say the Form complete\n      is worthier far. The Female equally with the Male, I sing.\n  Nor cease at the theme of One’s-Self. I speak the word of the\n      modern, the word En-Masse.\n  My Days I sing, and the Lands—with interstice I knew of hapless War.\n  (O friend, whoe’er you are, at last arriving hither to commence, I\n      feel through every leaf the pressure of your hand, which I return.\n  And thus upon our journey, footing the road, and more than once, and\n      link’d together let us go.)","themes":["loneliness","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0323","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0323","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0324","title":"True Conquerors","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Old farmers, travelers, workmen (no matter how crippled or bent,)\n  Old sailors, out of many a perilous voyage, storm and wreck,\n  Old soldiers from campaigns, with all their wounds, defeats and scars;\n  Enough that they’ve survived at all—long life’s unflinching ones!\n  Forth from their struggles, trials, fights, to have emerged at all—\n      in that alone,\n  True conquerors o’er all the rest.","themes":["time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0324","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0324","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0325","title":"The United States to Old World Critics","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Here first the duties of to-day, the lessons of the concrete,\n  Wealth, order, travel, shelter, products, plenty;\n  As of the building of some varied, vast, perpetual edifice,\n  Whence to arise inevitable in time, the towering roofs, the lamps,\n  The solid-planted spires tall shooting to the stars.","themes":["time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0325","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0325","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0326","title":"The Calming Thought of All","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"That coursing on, whate’er men’s speculations,\n  Amid the changing schools, theologies, philosophies,\n  Amid the bawling presentations new and old,\n  The round earth’s silent vital laws, facts, modes continue.","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0326","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0326","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0327","title":"Thanks in Old Age","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Thanks in old age—thanks ere I go,\n  For health, the midday sun, the impalpable air—for life, mere life,\n  For precious ever-lingering memories, (of you my mother dear—you,\n      father—you, brothers, sisters, friends,)\n  For all my days—not those of peace alone—the days of war the same,\n  For gentle words, caresses, gifts from foreign lands,\n  For shelter, wine and meat—for sweet appreciation,\n  (You distant, dim unknown—or young or old—countless, unspecified,\n      readers belov’d,\n  We never met, and neer shall meet—and yet our souls embrace, long,\n      close and long;)\n  For beings, groups, love, deeds, words, books—for colors, forms,\n  For all the brave strong men—devoted, hardy men—who’ve forward\n      sprung in freedom’s help, all years, all lands\n  For braver, stronger, more devoted men—(a special laurel ere I go,\n      to life’s war’s chosen ones,\n  The cannoneers of song and thought—the great artillerists—the\n      foremost leaders, captains of the soul:)\n  As soldier from an ended war return’d—As traveler out of myriads,\n      to the long procession retrospective,\n  Thanks—joyful thanks!—a soldier’s, traveler’s thanks.","themes":["love","hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0327","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0327","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0328","title":"Life and Death","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The two old, simple problems ever intertwined,\n  Close home, elusive, present, baffled, grappled.\n  By each successive age insoluble, pass’d on,\n  To ours to-day—and we pass on the same.","themes":["time","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0328","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0328","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0329","title":"The Voice of the Rain","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"And who art thou? said I to the soft-falling shower,\n  Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer, as here translated:\n  I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain,\n  Eternal I rise impalpable out of the land and the bottomless sea,\n  Upward to heaven, whence, vaguely form’d, altogether changed, and\n      yet the same,\n  I descend to lave the drouths, atomies, dust-layers of the globe,\n  And all that in them without me were seeds only, latent, unborn;\n  And forever, by day and night, I give back life to my own origin,\n      and make pure and beautify it;\n  (For song, issuing from its birth-place, after fulfilment, wandering,\n  Reck’d or unreck’d, duly with love returns.)","themes":["love","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0329","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0329","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0330","title":"Soon Shall the Winter’s Foil Be Here","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Soon shall the winter’s foil be here;\n  Soon shall these icy ligatures unbind and melt—A little while,\n  And air, soil, wave, suffused shall be in softness, bloom and\n      growth—a thousand forms shall rise\n  From these dead clods and chills as from low burial graves.\n\n  Thine eyes, ears—all thy best attributes—all that takes cognizance\n      of natural beauty,\n  Shall wake and fill. Thou shalt perceive the simple shows, the\n      delicate miracles of earth,\n  Dandelions, clover, the emerald grass, the early scents and flowers,\n  The arbutus under foot, the willow’s yellow-green, the blossoming\n      plum and cherry;\n  With these the robin, lark and thrush, singing their songs—the\n      flitting bluebird;\n  For such the scenes the annual play brings on.","themes":["nature","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0330","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0330","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0331","title":"While Not the Past Forgetting","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"While not the past forgetting,\n  To-day, at least, contention sunk entire—peace, brotherhood uprisen;\n  For sign reciprocal our Northern, Southern hands,\n  Lay on the graves of all dead soldiers, North or South,\n  (Nor for the past alone—for meanings to the future,)\n  Wreaths of roses and branches of palm.","themes":["nature","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0331","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0331","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0332","title":"The Dying Veteran","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Amid these days of order, ease, prosperity,\n  Amid the current songs of beauty, peace, decorum,\n  I cast a reminiscence—(likely ’twill offend you,\n  I heard it in my boyhood;)—More than a generation since,\n  A queer old savage man, a fighter under Washington himself,\n  (Large, brave, cleanly, hot-blooded, no talker, rather spiritualistic,\n  Had fought in the ranks—fought well—had been all through the\n      Revolutionary war,)\n  Lay dying—sons, daughters, church-deacons, lovingly tending him,\n  Sharping their sense, their ears, towards his murmuring, half-caught words:\n  “Let me return again to my war-days,\n  To the sights and scenes—to forming the line of battle,\n  To the scouts ahead reconnoitering,\n  To the cannons, the grim artillery,\n  To the galloping aides, carrying orders,\n  To the wounded, the fallen, the heat, the suspense,\n  The perfume strong, the smoke, the deafening noise;\n  Away with your life of peace!—your joys of peace!\n  Give me my old wild battle-life again!”","themes":["hope","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0332","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0332","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0333","title":"Stronger Lessons","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Have you learn’d lessons only of those who admired you, and were\n      tender with you, and stood aside for you?\n  Have you not learn’d great lessons from those who reject you, and\n      brace themselves against you? or who treat you with contempt,\n      or dispute the passage with you?","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0333","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0333","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0334","title":"A Prairie Sunset","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Shot gold, maroon and violet, dazzling silver, emerald, fawn,\n  The earth’s whole amplitude and Nature’s multiform power consign’d\n      for once to colors;\n  The light, the general air possess’d by them—colors till now unknown,\n  No limit, confine—not the Western sky alone—the high meridian—\n      North, South, all,\n  Pure luminous color fighting the silent shadows to the last.","themes":["loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0334","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0334","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0335","title":"Twenty Years","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Down on the ancient wharf, the sand, I sit, with a new-comer chatting:\n  He shipp’d as green-hand boy, and sail’d away, (took some sudden,\n      vehement notion;)\n  Since, twenty years and more have circled round and round,\n  While he the globe was circling round and round, —and now returns:\n  How changed the place—all the old land-marks gone—the parents dead;\n  (Yes, he comes back to lay in port for good—to settle—has a\n      well-fill’d purse—no spot will do but this;)\n  The little boat that scull’d him from the sloop, now held in leash I see,\n  I hear the slapping waves, the restless keel, the rocking in the sand,\n  I see the sailor kit, the canvas bag, the great box bound with brass,\n  I scan the face all berry-brown and bearded—the stout-strong frame,\n  Dress’d in its russet suit of good Scotch cloth:\n  (Then what the told-out story of those twenty years? 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0337","title":"Twilight","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The soft voluptuous opiate shades,\n  The sun just gone, the eager light dispell’d—(I too will soon be\n      gone, dispell’d,)\n  A haze—nirwana—rest and night—oblivion.","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0337","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0337","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0338","title":"You Lingering Sparse Leaves of Me","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"You lingering sparse leaves of me on winter-nearing boughs,\n  And I some well-shorn tree of field or orchard-row;\n  You tokens diminute and lorn—(not now the flush of May, or July\n      clover-bloom—no grain of August now;)\n  You pallid banner-staves—you pennants valueless—you overstay’d of time,\n  Yet my soul-dearest leaves confirming all the rest,\n  The faithfulest—hardiest—last.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0338","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0338","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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(scaly and bare, like\n      eagles’ talons,)\n  But haply for some sunny day (who knows?) some future spring, some\n      summer—bursting forth,\n  To verdant leaves, or sheltering shade—to nourishing fruit,\n  Apples and grapes—the stalwart limbs of trees emerging—the fresh,\n      free, open air,\n  And love and faith, like scented roses blooming.","themes":["love","nature","loneliness","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0339","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0339","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0340","title":"The Dead Emperor","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"To-day, with bending head and eyes, thou, too, Columbia,\n  Less for the mighty crown laid low in sorrow—less for the Emperor,\n  Thy true condolence breathest, sendest out o’er many a salt sea mile,\n  Mourning a good old man—a faithful shepherd, patriot.","themes":["grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0340","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0340","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0341","title":"As the Greek’s Signal Flame","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"As the Greek’s signal flame, by antique records told,\n  Rose from the hill-top, like applause and glory,\n  Welcoming in fame some special veteran, hero,\n  With rosy tinge reddening the land he’d served,\n  So I aloft from Mannahatta’s ship-fringed shore,\n  Lift high a kindled brand for thee, Old Poet.","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0341","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0341","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0342","title":"The Dismantled Ship","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"In some unused lagoon, some nameless bay,\n  On sluggish, lonesome waters, anchor’d near the shore,\n  An old, dismasted, gray and batter’d ship, disabled, done,\n  After free voyages to all the seas of earth, haul’d up at last and\n      hawser’d tight,\n  Lies rusting, mouldering.","themes":["time","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0342","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0342","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0343","title":"Now Precedent Songs, Farewell","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Now precedent songs, farewell—by every name farewell,\n  (Trains of a staggering line in many a strange procession, waggons,\n  From ups and downs—with intervals—from elder years, mid-age, or youth,)\n  “In Cabin’d Ships, or Thee Old Cause or Poets to Come\n  Or Paumanok, Song of Myself, Calamus, or Adam,\n  Or Beat! Beat! Drums! or To the Leaven’d Soil they Trod,\n  Or Captain! My Captain! Kosmos, Quicksand Years, or Thoughts,\n  Thou Mother with thy Equal Brood,” and many, many more unspecified,\n  From fibre heart of mine—from throat and tongue—(My life’s hot\n      pulsing blood,\n  The personal urge and form for me—not merely paper, automatic type\n      and ink,)\n  Each song of mine—each utterance in the past—having its long, long\n      history,\n  Of life or death, or soldier’s wound, of country’s loss or safety,\n  (O heaven! what flash and started endless train of all! compared\n      indeed to that!\n  What wretched shred e’en at the best of all!)","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0343","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0343","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0344","title":"An Evening Lull","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"After a week of physical anguish,\n  Unrest and pain, and feverish heat,\n  Toward the ending day a calm and lull comes on,\n  Three hours of peace and soothing rest of brain.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0344","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0344","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0345","title":"Old Age’s Lambent Peaks","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The touch of flame—the illuminating fire—the loftiest look at last,\n  O’er city, passion, sea—o’er prairie, mountain, wood—the earth itself,\n  The airy, different, changing hues of all, in failing twilight,\n  Objects and groups, bearings, faces, reminiscences;\n  The calmer sight—the golden setting, clear and broad:\n  So much i’ the atmosphere, the points of view, the situations whence\n      we scan,\n  Bro’t out by them alone—so much (perhaps the best) unreck’d before;\n  The lights indeed from them—old age’s lambent peaks.","themes":["time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0345","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0345","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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GOOD-BYE MY FANCY","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Heave the anchor short!\n  Raise main-sail and jib—steer forth,\n  O little white-hull’d sloop, now speed on really deep waters,\n  (I will not call it our concluding voyage,\n  But outset and sure entrance to the truest, best, maturest;)\n  Depart, depart from solid earth—no more returning to these shores,\n  Now on for aye our infinite free venture wending,\n  Spurning all yet tried ports, seas, hawsers, densities, gravitation,\n  Sail out for good, eidolon yacht of me!","themes":["freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0347","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0347","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0350","title":"On, on the Same, Ye Jocund Twain!","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"On, on the same, ye jocund twain!\n  My life and recitative, containing birth, youth, mid-age years,\n  Fitful as motley-tongues of flame, inseparably twined and merged in\n      one—combining all,\n  My single soul—aims, confirmations, failures, joys—Nor single soul alone,\n  I chant my nation’s crucial stage, (America’s, haply humanity’s)—\n      the trial great, the victory great,\n  A strange eclaircissement of all the masses past, the eastern world,\n      the ancient, medieval,\n  Here, here from wanderings, strayings, lessons, wars, defeats—here\n      at the west a voice triumphant—justifying all,\n  A gladsome pealing cry—a song for once of utmost pride and satisfaction;\n  I chant from it the common bulk, the general average horde, (the\n      best sooner than the worst)—And now I chant old age,\n  (My verses, written first for forenoon life, and for the summer’s,\n      autumn’s spread,\n  I pass to snow-white hairs the same, and give to pulses\n      winter-cool’d the same;)\n  As here in careless trill, I and my recitatives, with faith and love,\n  wafting to other work, to unknown songs, conditions,\n  On, on ye jocund twain! continue on the same!","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0350","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0350","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0351","title":"MY 71st Year","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"After surmounting three-score and ten,\n  With all their chances, changes, losses, sorrows,\n  My parents’ deaths, the vagaries of my life, the many tearing\n      passions of me, the war of ’63 and ’4,\n  As some old broken soldier, after a long, hot, wearying march, or\n      haply after battle,\n  To-day at twilight, hobbling, answering company roll-call, Here,\n      with vital voice,\n  Reporting yet, saluting yet the Officer over all.","themes":["grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0351","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0351","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0352","title":"Apparitions","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A vague mist hanging ’round half the pages:\n  (Sometimes how strange and clear to the soul,\n  That all these solid things are indeed but apparitions, concepts,\n      non-realities.)","themes":["spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0352","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0352","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0353","title":"The Pallid Wreath","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Somehow I cannot let it go yet, funeral though it is,\n  Let it remain back there on its nail suspended,\n  With pink, blue, yellow, all blanch’d, and the white now gray and ashy,\n  One wither’d rose put years ago for thee, dear friend;\n  But I do not forget thee. Hast thou then faded?\n  Is the odor exhaled? Are the colors, vitalities, dead?\n  No, while memories subtly play—the past vivid as ever;\n  For but last night I woke, and in that spectral ring saw thee,\n  Thy smile, eyes, face, calm, silent, loving as ever:\n  So let the wreath hang still awhile within my eye-reach,\n  It is not yet dead to me, nor even pallid.","themes":["love","nature","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0353","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0353","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0354","title":"An Ended Day","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The soothing sanity and blitheness of completion,\n  The pomp and hurried contest-glare and rush are done;\n  Now triumph! transformation! jubilate!","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0354","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0354","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0355","title":"Old Age’s Ship & Crafty Death’s","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"From east and west across the horizon’s edge,\n  Two mighty masterful vessels sailers steal upon us:\n  But we’ll make race a-time upon the seas—a battle-contest yet! bear\n      lively there!\n  (Our joys of strife and derring-do to the last!)\n  Put on the old ship all her power to-day!\n  Crowd top-sail, top-gallant and royal studding-sails,\n  Out challenge and defiance—flags and flaunting pennants added,\n  As we take to the open—take to the deepest, freest waters.","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0355","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0355","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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Is there no shot left,\n  For all thy affectations, lisps, scorns, manifold silliness?\n  Nor for myself—my own rebellious self in thee?\n\n  Down, down, proud gorge!—though choking thee;\n  Thy bearded throat and high-borne forehead to the gutter;\n  Crouch low thy neck to eleemosynary gifts.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0356","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0356","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0357","title":"Shakspere-Bacon’s Cipher","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I doubt it not—then more, far more;\n  In each old song bequeath’d—in every noble page or text,\n  (Different—something unreck’d before—some unsuspected author,)\n  In every object, mountain, tree, and star—in every birth and life,\n  As part of each—evolv’d from each—meaning, behind the ostent,\n  A mystic cipher waits infolded.","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0357","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0357","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0358","title":"Long, Long Hence","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"After a long, long course, hundreds of years, denials,\n  Accumulations, rous’d love and joy and thought,\n  Hopes, wishes, aspirations, ponderings, victories, myriads of readers,\n  Coating, compassing, covering—after ages’ and ages’ encrustations,\n  Then only may these songs reach fruition.","themes":["love","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0358","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0358","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0359","title":"Bravo, Paris Exposition!","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Add to your show, before you close it, France,\n  With all the rest, visible, concrete, temples, towers, goods,\n      machines and ores,\n  Our sentiment wafted from many million heart-throbs, ethereal but solid,\n  (We grand-sons and great-grandsons do not forget your grandsires,)\n  From fifty Nations and nebulous Nations, compacted, sent oversea to-day,\n  America’s applause, love, memories and good-will.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0359","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0359","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0360","title":"Interpolation Sounds","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Over and through the burial chant,\n  Organ and solemn service, sermon, bending priests,\n  To me come interpolation sounds not in the show—plainly to me,\n      crowding up the aisle and from the window,\n  Of sudden battle’s hurry and harsh noises—war’s grim game to sight\n      and ear in earnest;\n  The scout call’d up and forward—the general mounted and his aides\n      around him—the new-brought word—the instantaneous order issued;\n  The rifle crack—the cannon thud—the rushing forth of men from their\n      tents;\n  The clank of cavalry—the strange celerity of forming ranks—the\n      slender bugle note;\n  The sound of horses’ hoofs departing—saddles, arms, accoutrements.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0360","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0360","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0361","title":"To the Sun-Set Breeze","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Ah, whispering, something again, unseen,\n  Where late this heated day thou enterest at my window, door,\n  Thou, laving, tempering all, cool-freshing, gently vitalizing\n  Me, old, alone, sick, weak-down, melted-worn with sweat;\n  Thou, nestling, folding close and firm yet soft, companion better\n      than talk, book, art,\n  (Thou hast, O Nature! elements! utterance to my heart beyond the\n      rest—and this is of them,)\n  So sweet thy primitive taste to breathe within—thy soothing fingers\n      my face and hands,\n  Thou, messenger—magical strange bringer to body and spirit of me,\n  (Distances balk’d—occult medicines penetrating me from head to foot,)\n  I feel the sky, the prairies vast—I feel the mighty northern lakes,\n  I feel the ocean and the forest—somehow I feel the globe itself\n      swift-swimming in space;\n  Thou blown from lips so loved, now gone—haply from endless store,\n      God-sent,\n  (For thou art spiritual, Godly, most of all known to my sense,)\n  Minister to speak to me, here and now, what word has never told, and\n      cannot tell,\n  Art thou not universal concrete’s distillation? 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0362","title":"Old Chants","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"An ancient song, reciting, ending,\n  Once gazing toward thee, Mother of All,\n  Musing, seeking themes fitted for thee,\n  Accept me, thou saidst, the elder ballads,\n  And name for me before thou goest each ancient poet.\n\n  (Of many debts incalculable,\n  Haply our New World’s chieftest debt is to old poems.)\n\n  Ever so far back, preluding thee, America,\n  Old chants, Egyptian priests, and those of Ethiopia,\n  The Hindu epics, the Grecian, Chinese, Persian,\n  The Biblic books and prophets, and deep idyls of the Nazarene,\n  The Iliad, Odyssey, plots, doings, wanderings of Eneas,\n  Hesiod, Eschylus, Sophocles, Merlin, Arthur,\n  The Cid, Roland at Roncesvalles, the Nibelungen,\n  The troubadours, minstrels, minnesingers, skalds,\n  Chaucer, Dante, flocks of singing birds,\n  The Border Minstrelsy, the bye-gone ballads, feudal tales, essays, plays,\n  Shakespere, Schiller, Walter Scott, Tennyson,\n  As some vast wondrous weird dream-presences,\n  The great shadowy groups gathering around,\n  Darting their mighty masterful eyes forward at thee,\n  Thou! with as now thy bending neck and head, with courteous hand\n      and word, ascending,\n  Thou! pausing a moment, drooping thine eyes upon them, blent\n      with their music,\n  Well pleased, accepting all, curiously prepared for by them,\n  Thou enterest at thy entrance porch.","themes":["nature","time","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0362","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0362","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0363","title":"A Christmas Greeting","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Welcome, Brazilian brother—thy ample place is ready;\n  A loving hand—a smile from the north—a sunny instant hall!\n  (Let the future care for itself, where it reveals its troubles,\n      impedimentas,\n  Ours, ours the present throe, the democratic aim, the acceptance and\n      the faith;)\n  To thee to-day our reaching arm, our turning neck—to thee from us\n      the expectant eye,\n  Thou cluster free! thou brilliant lustrous one! thou, learning well,\n  The true lesson of a nation’s light in the sky,\n  (More shining than the Cross, more than the Crown,)\n  The height to be superb humanity.","themes":["freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0363","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0363","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0364","title":"Sounds of the Winter","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Sounds of the winter too,\n  Sunshine upon the mountains—many a distant strain\n  From cheery railroad train—from nearer field, barn, house,\n  The whispering air—even the mute crops, garner’d apples, corn,\n  Children’s and women’s tones—rhythm of many a farmer and of flail,\n  An old man’s garrulous lips among the rest, Think not we give out yet,\n  Forth from these snowy hairs we keep up yet the lilt.","themes":["nature","time","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0364","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0364","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0365","title":"A Twilight Song","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"As I sit in twilight late alone by the flickering oak-flame,\n  Musing on long-pass’d war-scenes—of the countless buried unknown\n      soldiers,\n  Of the vacant names, as unindented air’s and sea’s—the unreturn’d,\n  The brief truce after battle, with grim burial-squads, and the\n      deep-fill’d trenches\n  Of gather’d from dead all America, North, South, East, West, whence\n      they came up,\n  From wooded Maine, New-England’s farms, from fertile Pennsylvania,\n      Illinois, Ohio,\n  From the measureless West, Virginia, the South, the Carolinas, Texas,\n  (Even here in my room-shadows and half-lights in the noiseless\n      flickering flames,\n  Again I see the stalwart ranks on-filing, rising—I hear the\n      rhythmic tramp of the armies;)\n  You million unwrit names all, all—you dark bequest from all the war,\n  A special verse for you—a flash of duty long neglected—your mystic\n      roll strangely gather’d here,\n  Each name recall’d by me from out the darkness and death’s ashes,\n  Henceforth to be, deep, deep within my heart recording, for many\n      future year,\n  Your mystic roll entire of unknown names, or North or South,\n  Embalm’d with love in this twilight song.","themes":["love","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0365","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0365","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0366","title":"When the Full-Grown Poet Came","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"When the full-grown poet came,\n  Out spake pleased Nature (the round impassive globe, with all its\n      shows of day and night,) saying, He is mine;\n  But out spake too the Soul of man, proud, jealous and unreconciled,\n      Nay he is mine alone;\n  —Then the full-grown poet stood between the two, and took each\n      by the hand;\n  And to-day and ever so stands, as blender, uniter, tightly holding hands,\n  Which he will never release until he reconciles the two,\n  And wholly and joyously blends them.","themes":["spirituality","loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0366","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0366","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0367","title":"Osceola","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"When his hour for death had come,\n  He slowly rais’d himself from the bed on the floor,\n  Drew on his war-dress, shirt, leggings, and girdled the belt around\n      his waist,\n  Call’d for vermilion paint (his looking-glass was held before him,)\n  Painted half his face and neck, his wrists, and back-hands.\n  Put the scalp-knife carefully in his belt—then lying down, resting\n      moment,\n  Rose again, half sitting, smiled, gave in silence his extended hand\n      to each and all,\n  Sank faintly low to the floor (tightly grasping the tomahawk handle,)\n  Fix’d his look on wife and little children—the last:\n\n  (And here a line in memory of his name and death.)","themes":["nature","time","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0367","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0367","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0368","title":"A Voice from Death","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A voice from Death, solemn and strange, in all his sweep and power,\n  With sudden, indescribable blow—towns drown’d—humanity by\n      thousands slain,\n  The vaunted work of thrift, goods, dwellings, forge, street, iron bridge,\n  Dash’d pell-mell by the blow—yet usher’d life continuing on,\n  (Amid the rest, amid the rushing, whirling, wild debris,\n  A suffering woman saved—a baby safely born!)\n\n  Although I come and unannounc’d, in horror and in pang,\n  In pouring flood and fire, and wholesale elemental crash, (this\n      voice so solemn, strange,)\n  I too a minister of Deity.\n\n  Yea, Death, we bow our faces, veil our eyes to thee,\n  We mourn the old, the young untimely drawn to thee,\n  The fair, the strong, the good, the capable,\n  The household wreck’d, the husband and the wife, the engulfed forger\n      in his forge,\n  The corpses in the whelming waters and the mud,\n  The gather’d thousands to their funeral mounds, and thousands never\n      found or gather’d.\n\n  Then after burying, mourning the dead,\n  (Faithful to them found or unfound, forgetting not, bearing the\n      past, here new musing,)\n  A day—a passing moment or an hour—America itself bends low,\n  Silent, resign’d, submissive.\n\n  War, death, cataclysm like this, America,\n  Take deep to thy proud prosperous heart.\n\n  E’en as I chant, lo! out of death, and out of ooze and slime,\n  The blossoms rapidly blooming, sympathy, help, love,\n  From West and East, from South and North and over sea,\n  Its hot-spurr’d hearts and hands humanity to human aid moves on;\n  And from within a thought and lesson yet.\n\n  Thou ever-darting Globe! through Space and Air!\n  Thou waters that encompass us!\n  Thou that in all the life and death of us, in action or in sleep!\n  Thou laws invisible that permeate them and all,\n  Thou that in all, and over all, and through and under all, incessant!\n  Thou! thou! the vital, universal, giant force resistless, sleepless, calm,\n  Holding Humanity as in thy open hand, as some ephemeral toy,\n  How ill to e’er forget thee!\n\n  For I too have forgotten,\n  (Wrapt in these little potencies of progress, politics, culture,\n      wealth, inventions, civilization,)\n  Have lost my recognition of your silent ever-swaying power, ye\n      mighty, elemental throes,\n  In which and upon which we float, and every one of us is buoy’d.","themes":["love","grief","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0368","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0368","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0369","title":"A Persian Lesson","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"For his o’erarching and last lesson the greybeard sufi,\n  In the fresh scent of the morning in the open air,\n  On the slope of a teeming Persian rose-garden,\n  Under an ancient chestnut-tree wide spreading its branches,\n  Spoke to the young priests and students.\n\n  “Finally my children, to envelop each word, each part of the rest,\n  Allah is all, all, all—immanent in every life and object,\n  May-be at many and many-a-more removes—yet Allah, Allah, Allah is there.\n\n  “Has the estray wander’d far? Is the reason-why strangely hidden?\n  Would you sound below the restless ocean of the entire world?\n  Would you know the dissatisfaction? the urge and spur of every life;\n  The something never still’d—never entirely gone? the invisible need\n      of every seed?\n\n  “It is the central urge in every atom,\n  (Often unconscious, often evil, downfallen,)\n  To return to its divine source and origin, however distant,\n  Latent the same in subject and in object, without one exception.”","themes":["nature","spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0369","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0369","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0370","title":"The Commonplace","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The commonplace I sing;\n  How cheap is health! how cheap nobility!\n  Abstinence, no falsehood, no gluttony, lust;\n  The open air I sing, freedom, toleration,\n  (Take here the mainest lesson—less from books—less from the schools,)\n  The common day and night—the common earth and waters,\n  Your farm—your work, trade, occupation,\n  The democratic wisdom underneath, like solid ground for all.","themes":["night","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0370","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0370","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. Long poems remain complete reading units with their internal numbered sections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0371","title":"“The Rounded Catalogue Divine Complete”","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The devilish and the dark, the dying and diseas’d,\n  The countless (nineteen-twentieths) low and evil, crude and savage,\n  The crazed, prisoners in jail, the horrible, rank, malignant,\n  Venom and filth, serpents, the ravenous sharks, liars, the dissolute;\n  (What is the part the wicked and the loathesome bear within earth’s\n      orbic scheme?)\n  Newts, crawling things in slime and mud, poisons,\n  The barren soil, the evil men, the slag and hideous rot.","themes":["death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0371","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0371","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0372","title":"Mirages","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"More experiences and sights, stranger, than you’d think for;\n  Times again, now mostly just after sunrise or before sunset,\n  Sometimes in spring, oftener in autumn, perfectly clear weather, in\n      plain sight,\n  Camps far or near, the crowded streets of cities and the shopfronts,\n  (Account for it or not—credit or not—it is all true,\n  And my mate there could tell you the like—we have often confab’d\n      about it,)\n  People and scenes, animals, trees, colors and lines, plain as could be,\n  Farms and dooryards of home, paths border’d with box, lilacs in corners,\n  Weddings in churches, thanksgiving dinners, returns of long-absent sons,\n  Glum funerals, the crape-veil’d mother and the daughters,\n  Trials in courts, jury and judge, the accused in the box,\n  Contestants, battles, crowds, bridges, wharves,\n  Now and then mark’d faces of sorrow or joy,\n  (I could pick them out this moment if I saw them again,)\n  Show’d to me—just to the right in the sky-edge,\n  Or plainly there to the left on the hill-tops.","themes":["nature","grief","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0372","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0372","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0373","title":"L. of G.’s Purport","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Not to exclude or demarcate, or pick out evils from their formidable\n      masses (even to expose them,)\n  But add, fuse, complete, extend—and celebrate the immortal and the good.\n  Haughty this song, its words and scope,\n  To span vast realms of space and time,\n  Evolution—the cumulative—growths and generations.\n\n  Begun in ripen’d youth and steadily pursued,\n  Wandering, peering, dallying with all—war, peace, day and night\n      absorbing,\n  Never even for one brief hour abandoning my task,\n  I end it here in sickness, poverty, and old age.\n\n  I sing of life, yet mind me well of death:\n  To-day shadowy Death dogs my steps, my seated shape, and has for years—\n  Draws sometimes close to me, as face to face.","themes":["time","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0373","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0373","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0374","title":"The Unexpress’d","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"How dare one say it?\n  After the cycles, poems, singers, plays,\n  Vaunted Ionia’s, India’s—Homer, Shakspere—the long, long times’\n      thick dotted roads, areas,\n  The shining clusters and the Milky Ways of stars—Nature’s pulses reap’d,\n  All retrospective passions, heroes, war, love, adoration,\n  All ages’ plummets dropt to their utmost depths,\n  All human lives, throats, wishes, brains—all experiences’ utterance;\n  After the countless songs, or long or short, all tongues, all lands,\n  Still something not yet told in poesy’s voice or print—something lacking,\n  (Who knows? the best yet unexpress’d and lacking.)","themes":["love","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0374","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0374","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0375","title":"Grand Is the Seen","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Grand is the seen, the light, to me—grand are the sky and stars,\n  Grand is the earth, and grand are lasting time and space,\n  And grand their laws, so multiform, puzzling, evolutionary;\n  But grander far the unseen soul of me, comprehending, endowing all those,\n  Lighting the light, the sky and stars, delving the earth, sailing\n      the sea,\n  (What were all those, indeed, without thee, unseen soul? of what\n      amount without thee?)\n  More evolutionary, vast, puzzling, O my soul!\n  More multiform far—more lasting thou than they.","themes":["time","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0375","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0375","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0376","title":"Unseen Buds","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Unseen buds, infinite, hidden well,\n  Under the snow and ice, under the darkness, in every square or cubic inch,\n  Germinal, exquisite, in delicate lace, microscopic, unborn,\n  Like babes in wombs, latent, folded, compact, sleeping;\n  Billions of billions, and trillions of trillions of them waiting,\n  (On earth and in the sea—the universe—the stars there in the\n      heavens,)\n  Urging slowly, surely forward, forming endless,\n  And waiting ever more, forever more behind.","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0376","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0376","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"whitman-link2H_4_0377","title":"Good-Bye My Fancy!","poet":"Walt Whitman","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Good-bye my Fancy!\n  Farewell dear mate, dear love!\n  I’m going away, I know not where,\n  Or to what fortune, or whether I may ever see you again,\n  So Good-bye my Fancy.\n\n  Now for my last—let me look back a moment;\n  The slower fainter ticking of the clock is in me,\n  Exit, nightfall, and soon the heart-thud stopping.\n\n  Long have we lived, joy’d, caress’d together;\n  Delightful!—now separation—Good-bye my Fancy.\n\n  Yet let me not be too hasty,\n  Long indeed have we lived, slept, filter’d, become really blended\n      into one;\n  Then if we die we die together, (yes, we’ll remain one,)\n  If we go anywhere we’ll go together to meet what happens,\n  May-be we’ll be better off and blither, and learn something,\n  May-be it is yourself now really ushering me to the true songs, (who\n      knows?)\n  May-be it is you the mortal knob really undoing, turning—so now finally,\n  Good-bye—and hail! my Fancy.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1322/pg1322-images.html#link2H_4_0377","sourceId":"whitman","sourceEdition":"Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg 1322","sourceLocator":"link2H_4_0377","sourceNote":"Source book and poem divisions retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page231","title":"V.R. 1819–1901 A REVERIE","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Moments the mightiest pass uncalendared,\n       And when the Absolute\n    In backward Time outgave the deedful word\n       Whereby all life is stirred:\n “Let one be born and throned whose mould shall constitute\n The norm of every royal-reckoned attribute,”\n       No mortal knew or heard.\n    But in due days the purposed Life outshone—\n       Serene, sagacious, free;\n    —Her waxing seasons bloomed with deeds well done,\n       And the world’s heart was won . . .\n Yet may the deed of hers most bright in eyes to be\n Lie hid from ours—as in the All-One’s thought lay she—\n       Till ripening years have run.","themes":["love","time","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page231","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page231","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page235","title":"EMBARCATION ( Southampton Docks : October , 1899)","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Here, where Vespasian’s legions struck the sands,\n And Cerdic with his Saxons entered in,\n And Henry’s army leapt afloat to win\n Convincing triumphs over neighbour lands,\n\nVaster battalions press for further strands,\n To argue in the self-same bloody mode\n Which this late age of thought, and pact, and code,\n Still fails to mend.—Now deckward tramp the bands,\n Yellow as autumn leaves, alive as spring;\n And as each host draws out upon the sea\n Beyond which lies the tragical To-be,\n None dubious of the cause, none murmuring,\n\nWives, sisters, parents, wave white hands and smile,\n As if they knew not that they weep the while.","themes":["nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page235","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page235","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page237","title":"DEPARTURE ( Southampton Docks : October , 1899)","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"While the far farewell music thins and fails,\n And the broad bottoms rip the bearing brine—\n All smalling slowly to the gray sea line—\n And each significant red smoke-shaft pales,\n\nKeen sense of severance everywhere prevails,\n Which shapes the late long tramp of mounting men\n To seeming words that ask and ask again:\n “How long, O striving Teutons, Slavs, and Gaels\n Must your wroth reasonings trade on lives like these,\n That are as puppets in a playing hand?—\n When shall the saner softer polities\n Whereof we dream, have play in each proud land,\n And patriotism, grown Godlike, scorn to stand\n Bondslave to realms, but circle earth and seas?”","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page237","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page237","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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Ahead we go! . . .\n It’s true I’ve been accustomed now to home,\n And joints get rusty, and one’s limbs may grow\n    More fit to rest than roam.\n\n“But I can stand as yet fair stress and strain;\n There’s not a little steel beneath the rust;\n My years mount somewhat, but here’s to’t again!\n    And if I fall, I must.\n\n“God knows that for myself I’ve scanty care;\n Past scrimmages have proved as much to all;\n In Eastern lands and South I’ve had my share\n    Both of the blade and ball.\n\n“And where those villains ripped me in the flitch\n With their old iron in my early time,\n I’m apt at change of wind to feel a twitch,\n    Or at a change of clime.\n\n“And what my mirror shows me in the morning\n Has more of blotch and wrinkle than of bloom;\n My eyes, too, heretofore all glasses scorning,\n    Have just a touch of rheum . . .\n\n“Now sounds ‘The Girl I’ve left behind me,’—Ah,\n The years, the ardours, wakened by that tune!\n Time was when, with the crowd’s farewell ‘Hurrah!’\n    ’Twould lift me to the moon.\n\n“But now it’s late to leave behind me one\n Who if, poor soul, her man goes underground,\n Will not recover as she might have done\n    In days when hopes abound.\n\n“She’s waving from the wharfside, palely grieving,\n As down we draw . . . Her tears make little show,\n Yet now she suffers more than at my leaving\n    Some twenty years ago.\n\n“I pray those left at home will care for her!\n I shall come back; I have before; though when\n The Girl you leave behind you is a grandmother,\n    Things may not be as then.”","themes":["hope","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page239","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page239","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page242","title":"THE GOING OF THE BATTERY WIVES’ LAMENT ( November 2, 1899)","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"O it was sad enough, weak enough, mad enough—\n Light in their loving as soldiers can be—\n First to risk choosing them, leave alone losing them\n Now, in far battle, beyond the South Sea! . . .\n\n—Rain came down drenchingly; but we unblenchingly\n Trudged on beside them through mirk and through mire,\n They stepping steadily—only too readily!—\n Scarce as if stepping brought parting-time nigher.\n\nGreat guns were gleaming there, living things seeming there,\n Cloaked in their tar-cloths, upmouthed to the night;\n Wheels wet and yellow from axle to felloe,\n Throats blank of sound, but prophetic to sight.\n\nGas-glimmers drearily, blearily, eerily\n Lit our pale faces outstretched for one kiss,\n While we stood prest to them, with a last quest to them\n Not to court perils that honour could miss.\n\nSharp were those sighs of ours, blinded these eyes of ours,\n When at last moved away under the arch\n All we loved.   Aid for them each woman prayed for them,\n Treading back slowly the track of their march.\n\nSomeone said: “Nevermore will they come: evermore\n Are they now lost to us.”  O it was wrong!\n Though may be hard their ways, some Hand will guard their ways,\n Bear them through safely, in brief time or long.\n\n—Yet, voices haunting us, daunting us, taunting us,\n Hint in the night-time when life beats are low\n Other and graver things . . . Hold we to braver things,\n Wait we, in trust, what Time’s fulness shall show.","themes":["love","time","loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page242","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page242","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page245","title":"AT THE WAR OFFICE, LONDON ( Affixing the Lists of Killed and Wounded : December , 1899)","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Last year I called this world of gain-givings\n The darkest thinkable, and questioned sadly\n If my own land could heave its pulse less gladly,\n So charged it seemed with circumstance whence springs\n    The tragedy of things.\n\nYet at that censured time no heart was rent\n Or feature blanched of parent, wife, or daughter\n By hourly blazoned sheets of listed slaughter;\n Death waited Nature’s wont; Peace smiled unshent\n    From Ind to Occident.","themes":["love","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page245","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page245","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page247","title":"A CHRISTMAS GHOST-STORY","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"South of the Line, inland from far Durban,\n A mouldering soldier lies—your countryman.\n Awry and doubled up are his gray bones,\n And on the breeze his puzzled phantom moans\n Nightly to clear Canopus: “I would know\n By whom and when the All-Earth-gladdening Law\n Of Peace, brought in by that Man Crucified,\n Was ruled to be inept, and set aside?\n And what of logic or of truth appears\n In tacking ‘Anno Domini’ to the years?\n Near twenty-hundred livened thus have hied,\n But tarries yet the Cause for which He died.”","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page247","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page247","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page249","title":"THE DEAD DRUMMER","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest\n    Uncoffined—just as found:\n His landmark is a kopje-crest\n    That breaks the veldt around;\n And foreign constellations west\n    Each night above his mound.\n\nYoung Hodge the Drummer never knew—\n    Fresh from his Wessex home—\n The meaning of the broad Karoo,\n    The Bush, the dusty loam,\n And why uprose to nightly view\n    Strange stars amid the gloam.\n\nYet portion of that unknown plain\n    Will Hodge for ever be;\n His homely Northern breast and brain\n    Grow up a Southern tree.\n And strange-eyed constellations reign\n    His stars eternally.","themes":["nature","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page249","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page249","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page251","title":"A WIFE IN LONDON ( December , 1899)","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"She sits in the tawny vapour\n       That the City lanes have uprolled,\n       Behind whose webby fold on fold\n Like a waning taper\n    The street-lamp glimmers cold.\n\nA messenger’s knock cracks smartly,\n       Flashed news is in her hand\n       Of meaning it dazes to understand\n Though shaped so shortly:\n    He—has fallen—in the far South Land . . .\n\n’Tis the morrow; the fog hangs thicker,\n       The postman nears and goes:\n       A letter is brought whose lines disclose\n By the firelight flicker\n    His hand, whom the worm now knows:\n\nFresh—firm—penned in highest feather—\n       Page-full of his hoped return,\n       And of home-planned jaunts by brake and burn\n In the summer weather,\n    And of new love that they would learn.","themes":["love","nature","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page251","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page251","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page253","title":"THE SOULS OF THE SLAIN","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The thick lids of Night closed upon me\n       Alone at the Bill\n       Of the Isle by the Race —\n    Many-caverned, bald, wrinkled of face—\n And with darkness and silence the spirit was on me\n       To brood and be still.\n\nNo wind fanned the flats of the ocean,\n       Or promontory sides,\n       Or the ooze by the strand,\n    Or the bent-bearded slope of the land,\n Whose base took its rest amid everlong motion\n       Of criss-crossing tides.\n\nSoon from out of the Southward seemed nearing\n       A whirr, as of wings\n       Waved by mighty-vanned flies,\n    Or by night-moths of measureless size,\n And in softness and smoothness well-nigh beyond hearing\n       Of corporal things.\n\nAnd they bore to the bluff, and alighted—\n       A dim-discerned train\n       Of sprites without mould,\n    Frameless souls none might touch or might hold—\n On the ledge by the turreted lantern, farsighted\n       By men of the main.\n\nAnd I heard them say “Home!” and I knew them\n       For souls of the felled\n       On the earth’s nether bord\n    Under Capricorn, whither they’d warred,\n And I neared in my awe, and gave heedfulness to them\n       With breathings inheld.\n\nThen, it seemed, there approached from the northward\n       A senior soul-flame\n       Of the like filmy hue:\n    And he met them and spake: “Is it you,\n O my men?”  Said they, “Aye!  We bear homeward and hearthward\n       To list to our fame!”\n\n“I’ve flown there before you,” he said then:\n       “Your households are well;\n       But—your kin linger less\n    On your glory arid war-mightiness\n Than on dearer things.”—“Dearer?” cried these from the dead then,\n       “Of what do they tell?”\n\n“Some mothers muse sadly, and murmur\n       Your doings as boys—\n       Recall the quaint ways\n    Of your babyhood’s innocent days.\n Some pray that, ere dying, your faith had grown firmer,\n       And higher your joys.\n\n“A father broods: ‘Would I had set him\n       To some humble trade,\n       And so slacked his high fire,\n    And his passionate martial desire;\n Had told him no stories to woo him and whet him\n       To this due crusade!”\n\n“And, General, how hold out our sweethearts,\n       Sworn loyal as doves?”\n       —“Many mourn; many think\n    It is not unattractive to prink\n Them in sables for heroes.   Some fickle and fleet hearts\n       Have found them new loves.”\n\n“And our wives?” quoth another resignedly,\n       “Dwell they on our deeds?”\n       —“Deeds of home; that live yet\n    Fresh as new—deeds of fondness or fret;\n Ancient words that were kindly expressed or unkindly,\n       These, these have their heeds.”\n\n—“Alas! then it seems that our glory\n       Weighs less in their thought\n       Than our old homely acts,\n    And the long-ago commonplace facts\n Of our lives—held by us as scarce part of our story,\n       And rated as nought!”\n\nThen bitterly some: “Was it wise now\n       To raise the tomb-door\n       For such knowledge?  Away!”\n    But the rest: “Fame we prized till to-day;\n Yet that hearts keep us green for old kindness we prize now\n       A thousand times more!”\n\nThus speaking, the trooped apparitions\n       Began to disband\n       And resolve them in two:\n    Those whose record was lovely and true\n Bore to northward for home: those of bitter traditions\n       Again left the land,\n\nAnd, towering to seaward in legions,\n       They paused at a spot\n       Overbending the Race—\n    That engulphing, ghast, sinister place—\n Whither headlong they plunged, to the fathomless regions\n       Of myriads forgot.\n\nAnd the spirits of those who were homing\n       Passed on, rushingly,\n       Like the Pentecost Wind;\n    And the whirr of their wayfaring thinned\n And surceased on the sky, and but left in the gloaming\n       Sea-mutterings and me.","themes":["grief","time","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page253","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page253","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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In sight of home again,\n       Of home again;\n No more to range and roam again\n    As at that bygone time?\n No more to go away from us\n       And stay from us?—\n Dawn, hold not long the day from us,\n    But quicken it to prime!\n\nNow all the town shall ring to them,\n       Shall ring to them,\n And we who love them cling to them\n    And clasp them joyfully;\n And cry, “O much we’ll do for you\n       Anew for you,\n Dear Loves!—aye, draw and hew for you,\n    Come back from oversea.”\n\nSome told us we should meet no more,\n       Should meet no more;\n Should wait, and wish, but greet no more\n    Your faces round our fires;\n That, in a while, uncharily\n       And drearily\n Men gave their lives—even wearily,\n    Like those whom living tires.\n\nAnd now you are nearing home again,\n       Dears, home again;\n No more, may be, to roam again\n    As at that bygone time,\n Which took you far away from us\n       To stay from us;\n Dawn, hold not long the day from us,\n    But quicken it to prime!","themes":["love","hope","time","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page260","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page260","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page263","title":"THE SICK GOD","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"In days when men had joy of war,\n A God of Battles sped each mortal jar;\n    The peoples pledged him heart and hand,\n    From Israel’s land to isles afar.\n\nHis crimson form, with clang and chime,\n Flashed on each murk and murderous meeting-time,\n    And kings invoked, for rape and raid,\n    His fearsome aid in rune and rhyme.\n\nOn bruise and blood-hole, scar and seam,\n On blade and bolt, he flung his fulgid beam:\n    His haloes rayed the very gore,\n    And corpses wore his glory-gleam.\n\nOften an early King or Queen,\n And storied hero onward, knew his sheen;\n    ’Twas glimpsed by Wolfe, by Ney anon,\n    And Nelson on his blue demesne.\n\nBut new light spread.  That god’s gold nimb\n And blazon have waned dimmer and more dim;\n    Even his flushed form begins to fade,\n    Till but a shade is left of him.\n\nThat modern meditation broke\n His spell, that penmen’s pleadings dealt a stroke,\n    Say some; and some that crimes too dire\n    Did much to mire his crimson cloak.\n\nYea, seeds of crescive sympathy\n Were sown by those more excellent than he,\n    Long known, though long contemned till then—\n    The gods of men in amity.\n\nSouls have grown seers, and thought out-brings\n The mournful many-sidedness of things\n    With foes as friends, enfeebling ires\n    And fury-fires by gaingivings!\n\nHe scarce impassions champions now;\n They do and dare, but tensely—pale of brow;\n    And would they fain uplift the arm\n    Of that faint form they know not how.\n\nYet wars arise, though zest grows cold;\n Wherefore, at whiles, as ’twere in ancient mould\n    He looms, bepatched with paint and lath;\n    But never hath he seemed the old!\n\nLet men rejoice, let men deplore.\n The lurid Deity of heretofore\n    Succumbs to one of saner nod;\n    The Battle-god is god no more.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page263","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page263","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page269","title":"GENOA AND THE MEDITERRANEAN (March, 1887)","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"O epic-famed, god-haunted Central Sea,\n    Heave careless of the deep wrong done to thee\n When from Torino’s track I saw thy face first flash on me.\n\nAnd multimarbled Genova the Proud,\n    Gleam all unconscious how, wide-lipped, up-browed,\n I first beheld thee clad—not as the Beauty but the Dowd.\n\nOut from a deep-delved way my vision lit\n    On housebacks pink, green, ochreous—where a slit\n Shoreward ’twixt row and row revealed the classic blue through it.\n\nAnd thereacross waved fishwives’ high-hung smocks,\n    Chrome kerchiefs, scarlet hose, darned underfrocks;\n Since when too oft my dreams of thee, O Queen, that frippery mocks:\n\nWhereat I grieve, Superba! . . . Afterhours\n    Within Palazzo Doria’s orange bowers\n Went far to mend these marrings of thy soul-subliming powers.\n\nBut, Queen, such squalid undress none should see,\n    Those dream-endangering eyewounds no more be\n Where lovers first behold thy form in pilgrimage to thee.","themes":["spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page269","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page269","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page272","title":"SHELLEY’S SKYLARK ( The neighbourhood of Leghorn : March , 1887)","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Somewhere afield here something lies\n In Earth’s oblivious eyeless trust\n That moved a poet to prophecies—\n A pinch of unseen, unguarded dust\n\nThe dust of the lark that Shelley heard,\n And made immortal through times to be;—\n Though it only lived like another bird,\n And knew not its immortality.\n\nLived its meek life; then, one day, fell—\n A little ball of feather and bone;\n And how it perished, when piped farewell,\n And where it wastes, are alike unknown.\n\nMaybe it rests in the loam I view,\n Maybe it throbs in a myrtle’s green,\n Maybe it sleeps in the coming hue\n Of a grape on the slopes of yon inland scene.\n\nGo find it, faeries, go and find\n That tiny pinch of priceless dust,\n And bring a casket silver-lined,\n And framed of gold that gems encrust;\n\nAnd we will lay it safe therein,\n And consecrate it to endless time;\n For it inspired a bard to win\n Ecstatic heights in thought and rhyme.","themes":["nature","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page272","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page272","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page274","title":"IN THE OLD THEATRE, FIESOLE ( April , 1887)","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I traced the Circus whose gray stones incline\n Where Rome and dim Etruria interjoin,\n Till came a child who showed an ancient coin\n That bore the image of a Constantine.\n\nShe lightly passed; nor did she once opine\n How, better than all books, she had raised for me\n In swift perspective Europe’s history\n Through the vast years of Cæsar’s sceptred line.\n\nFor in my distant plot of English loam\n ’Twas but to delve, and straightway there to find\n Coins of like impress.  As with one half blind\n Whom common simples cure, her act flashed home\n In that mute moment to my opened mind\n The power, the pride, the reach of perished Rome.","themes":["time","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page274","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page274","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page276","title":"ROME: ON THE PALATINE ( April , 1887)","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"We walked where Victor Jove was shrined awhile,\n And passed to Livia’s rich red mural show,\n Whence, thridding cave and Criptoportico,\n We gained Caligula’s dissolving pile.\n\nAnd each ranked ruin tended to beguile\n The outer sense, and shape itself as though\n It wore its marble hues, its pristine glow\n Of scenic frieze and pompous peristyle.\n\nWhen lo, swift hands, on strings nigh over-head,\n Began to melodize a waltz by Strauss:\n It stirred me as I stood, in Cæsar’s house,\n Raised the old routs Imperial lyres had led,\n\nAnd blended pulsing life with lives long done,\n Till Time seemed fiction, Past and Present one.","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page276","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page276","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page278","title":"ROME BUILDING A NEW STREET IN THE ANCIENT QUARTER ( April , 1887)","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"These numbered cliffs and gnarls of masonry\n Outskeleton Time’s central city, Rome;\n Whereof each arch, entablature, and dome\n Lies bare in all its gaunt anatomy.\n\nAnd cracking frieze and rotten metope\n Express, as though they were an open tome\n Top-lined with caustic monitory gnome;\n “Dunces, Learn here to spell Humanity!”\n\nAnd yet within these ruins’ very shade\n The singing workmen shape and set and join\n Their frail new mansion’s stuccoed cove and quoin\n With no apparent sense that years abrade,\n Though each rent wall their feeble works invade\n Once shamed all such in power of pier and groin.","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page278","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page278","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page280","title":"ROME THE VATICAN—SALA DELLE MUSE (1887)","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I sat in the Muses’ Hall at the mid of the day,\n And it seemed to grow still, and the people to pass away,\n And the chiselled shapes to combine in a haze of sun,\n Till beside a Carrara column there gleamed forth One.\n\nShe was nor this nor that of those beings divine,\n But each and the whole—an essence of all the Nine;\n With tentative foot she neared to my halting-place,\n A pensive smile on her sweet, small, marvellous face.\n\n“Regarded so long, we render thee sad?” said she.\n “Not you,” sighed I, “but my own inconstancy!\n I worship each and each; in the morning one,\n And then, alas! another at sink of sun.\n\n“To-day my soul clasps Form; but where is my troth\n Of yesternight with Tune: can one cleave to both?”\n —“Be not perturbed,” said she.  “Though apart in fame,\n As I and my sisters are one, those, too, are the same.\n\n—“But my loves go further—to Story, and Dance, and Hymn,\n The lover of all in a sun-sweep is fool to whim—\n Is swayed like a river-weed as the ripples run!”\n —“Nay, wight, thou sway’st not.  These are but phases of one;\n\n“And that one is I; and I am projected from thee,\n One that out of thy brain and heart thou causest to be—\n Extern to thee nothing.  Grieve not, nor thyself becall,\n Woo where thou wilt; and rejoice thou canst love at all!”","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page280","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page280","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page283","title":"ROME AT THE PYRAMID OF CESTIUS NEAR THE GRAVES OF SHELLEY AND KEATS (1887)","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Who, then, was Cestius,\n       And what is he to me?—\n Amid thick thoughts and memories multitudinous\n       One thought alone brings he.\n\nI can recall no word\n       Of anything he did;\n For me he is a man who died and was interred\n       To leave a pyramid\n\nWhose purpose was exprest\n       Not with its first design,\n Nor till, far down in Time, beside it found their rest\n       Two countrymen of mine.\n\nCestius in life, maybe,\n       Slew, breathed out threatening;\n I know not.  This I know: in death all silently\n       He does a kindlier thing,\n\nIn beckoning pilgrim feet\n       With marble finger high\n To where, by shadowy wall and history-haunted street,\n       Those matchless singers lie . . .\n\n—Say, then, he lived and died\n       That stones which bear his name\n Should mark, through Time, where two immortal Shades abide;\n       It is an ample fame.","themes":["time","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page283","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page283","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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June 27, 1897","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A spirit seems to pass,\n    Formal in pose, but grave and grand withal:\n    He contemplates a volume stout and tall,\n And far lamps fleck him through the thin acacias.\n\nAnon the book is closed,\n    With “It is finished!”  And at the alley’s end\n    He turns, and soon on me his glances bend;\n And, as from earth, comes speech—small, muted, yet composed.\n\n“How fares the Truth now?—Ill?\n    —Do pens but slily further her advance?\n    May one not speed her but in phrase askance?\n Do scribes aver the Comic to be Reverend still?\n\n“Still rule those minds on earth\n    At whom sage Milton’s wormwood words were hurled:\n    ‘Truth like a bastard comes into the world\n Never without ill-fame to him who gives her birth’?”","themes":["death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page286","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page286","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page288","title":"ZERMATT TO THE MATTERHORN ( June - July , 1897)","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Thirty-two years since, up against the sun,\n Seven shapes, thin atomies to lower sight,\n Labouringly leapt and gained thy gabled height,\n And four lives paid for what the seven had won.\n\nThey were the first by whom the deed was done,\n And when I look at thee, my mind takes flight\n To that day’s tragic feat of manly might,\n As though, till then, of history thou hadst none.\n\nYet ages ere men topped thee, late and soon\n Thou watch’dst each night the planets lift and lower;\n Thou gleam’dst to Joshua’s pausing sun and moon,\n And brav’dst the tokening sky when Cæsar’s power\n Approached its bloody end: yea, saw’st that Noon\n When darkness filled the earth till the ninth hour.","themes":["time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page288","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page288","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page290","title":"THE BRIDGE OF LODI [290] ( Spring , 1887)","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"When of tender mind and body\n    I was moved by minstrelsy,\n And that strain “The Bridge of Lodi”\n    Brought a strange delight to me.\n\nIn the battle-breathing jingle\n    Of its forward-footing tune\n I could see the armies mingle,\n    And the columns cleft and hewn\n\nOn that far-famed spot by Lodi\n    Where Napoleon clove his way\n To his fame, when like a god he\n    Bent the nations to his sway.\n\nHence the tune came capering to me\n    While I traced the Rhone and Po;\n Nor could Milan’s Marvel woo me\n    From the spot englamoured so.\n\nAnd to-day, sunlit and smiling,\n    Here I stand upon the scene,\n With its saffron walls, dun tiling,\n    And its meads of maiden green,\n\nEven as when the trackway thundered\n    With the charge of grenadiers,\n And the blood of forty hundred\n    Splashed its parapets and piers . . .\n\nAny ancient crone I’d toady\n    Like a lass in young-eyed prime,\n Could she tell some tale of Lodi\n    At that moving mighty time.\n\nSo, I ask the wives of Lodi\n    For traditions of that day;\n But alas! not anybody\n    Seems to know of such a fray.\n\nAnd they heed but transitory\n    Marketings in cheese and meat,\n Till I judge that Lodi’s story\n    Is extinct in Lodi’s street.\n\nYet while here and there they thrid them\n    In their zest to sell and buy,\n Let me sit me down amid them\n    And behold those thousands die . . .\n\n—Not a creature cares in Lodi\n    How Napoleon swept each arch,\n Or where up and downward trod he,\n    Or for his memorial March!\n\nSo that wherefore should I be here,\n    Watching Adda lip the lea,\n When the whole romance to see here\n    Is the dream I bring with me?\n\nAnd why sing “The Bridge of Lodi”\n    As I sit thereon and swing,\n When none shows by smile or nod he\n    Guesses why or what I sing? . . .\n\nSince all Lodi, low and head ones,\n    Seem to pass that story by,\n It may be the Lodi-bred ones\n    Rate it truly, and not I.\n\nOnce engrossing Bridge of Lodi,\n    Is thy claim to glory gone?\n Must I pipe a palinody,\n    Or be silent thereupon?\n\nAnd if here, from strand to steeple,\n    Be no stone to fame the fight,\n Must I say the Lodi people\n    Are but viewing crime aright?\n\nNay; I’ll sing “The Bridge of Lodi”—\n    That long-loved, romantic thing,\n Though none show by smile or nod he\n    Guesses why and what I sing!","themes":["time","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page290","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page290","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page295","title":"ON AN INVITATION TO THE UNITED STATES","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"My ardours for emprize nigh lost\n Since Life has bared its bones to me,\n I shrink to seek a modern coast\n Whose riper times have yet to be;\n Where the new regions claim them free\n From that long drip of human tears\n Which peoples old in tragedy\n Have left upon the centuried years.\n\nFor, wonning in these ancient lands,\n Enchased and lettered as a tomb,\n And scored with prints of perished hands,\n And chronicled with dates of doom,\n Though my own Being bear no bloom\n I trace the lives such scenes enshrine,\n Give past exemplars present room,\n And their experience count as mine.","themes":["grief","time","death","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page295","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page295","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page299","title":"THE MOTHER MOURNS","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"When mid-autumn’s moan shook the night-time,\n    And sedges were horny,\n And summer’s green wonderwork faltered\n    On leaze and in lane,\n\nI fared Yell’ham-Firs way, where dimly\n    Came wheeling around me\n Those phantoms obscure and insistent\n    That shadows unchain.\n\nTill airs from the needle-thicks brought me\n    A low lamentation,\n As ’twere of a tree-god disheartened,\n    Perplexed, or in pain.\n\nAnd, heeding, it awed me to gather\n    That Nature herself there\n Was breathing in aërie accents,\n    With dirgeful refrain,\n\nWeary plaint that Mankind, in these late days,\n    Had grieved her by holding\n Her ancient high fame of perfection\n    In doubt and disdain . . .\n\n—“I had not proposed me a Creature\n    (She soughed) so excelling\n All else of my kingdom in compass\n    And brightness of brain\n\n“As to read my defects with a god-glance,\n    Uncover each vestige\n Of old inadvertence, annunciate\n    Each flaw and each stain!\n\n“My purpose went not to develop\n    Such insight in Earthland;\n Such potent appraisements affront me,\n    And sadden my reign!\n\n“Why loosened I olden control here\n    To mechanize skywards,\n Undeeming great scope could outshape in\n    A globe of such grain?\n\n“Man’s mountings of mind-sight I checked not,\n    Till range of his vision\n Has topped my intent, and found blemish\n    Throughout my domain.\n\n“He holds as inept his own soul-shell—\n    My deftest achievement—\n Contemns me for fitful inventions\n    Ill-timed and inane:\n\n“No more sees my sun as a Sanct-shape,\n    My moon as the Night-queen,\n My stars as august and sublime ones\n    That influences rain:\n\n“Reckons gross and ignoble my teaching,\n    Immoral my story,\n My love-lights a lure, that my species\n    May gather and gain.\n\n“‘Give me,’ he has said, ‘but the matter\n    And means the gods lot her,\n My brain could evolve a creation\n    More seemly, more sane.’\n\n—“If ever a naughtiness seized me\n    To woo adulation\n From creatures more keen than those crude ones\n    That first formed my train—\n\n“If inly a moment I murmured,\n    ‘The simple praise sweetly,\n But sweetlier the sage’—and did rashly\n    Man’s vision unrein,\n\n“I rue it! . . . His guileless forerunners,\n    Whose brains I could blandish,\n To measure the deeps of my mysteries\n    Applied them in vain.\n\n“From them my waste aimings and futile\n    I subtly could cover;\n ‘Every best thing,’ said they, ‘to best purpose\n    Her powers preordain.’—\n\n“No more such! . . . My species are dwindling,\n    My forests grow barren,\n My popinjays fail from their tappings,\n    My larks from their strain.\n\n“My leopardine beauties are rarer,\n    My tusky ones vanish,\n My children have aped mine own slaughters\n    To quicken my wane.\n\n“Let me grow, then, but mildews and mandrakes,\n    And slimy distortions,\n Let nevermore things good and lovely\n    To me appertain;\n\n“For Reason is rank in my temples,\n    And Vision unruly,\n And chivalrous laud of my cunning\n    Is heard not again!”","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page299","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page299","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page305","title":"“I SAID TO LOVE”","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I said to Love,\n “It is not now as in old days\n When men adored thee and thy ways\n       All else above;\n Named thee the Boy, the Bright, the One\n Who spread a heaven beneath the sun,”\n       I said to Love.\n\nI said to him,\n “We now know more of thee than then;\n We were but weak in judgment when,\n       With hearts abrim,\n We clamoured thee that thou would’st please\n Inflict on us thine agonies,”\n       I said to him.\n\nI said to Love,\n “Thou art not young, thou art not fair,\n No faery darts, no cherub air,\n       Nor swan, nor dove\n Are thine; but features pitiless,\n And iron daggers of distress,”\n       I said to Love.\n\n“Depart then, Love! . . .\n —Man’s race shall end, dost threaten thou?\n The age to come the man of now\n       Know nothing of?—\n We fear not such a threat from thee;\n We are too old in apathy!\n Mankind shall cease.—So let it be,”\n       I said to Love.","themes":["love","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page305","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page305","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page307","title":"A COMMONPLACE DAY","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The day is turning ghost,\n And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively,\n    To join the anonymous host\n Of those that throng oblivion; ceding his place, maybe,\n    To one of like degree.\n\nI part the fire-gnawed logs,\n Rake forth the embers, spoil the busy flames, and lay the ends\n    Upon the shining dogs;\n Further and further from the nooks the twilight’s stride extends,\n    And beamless black impends.\n\nNothing of tiniest worth\n Have I wrought, pondered, planned; no one thing asking blame or praise,\n    Since the pale corpse-like birth\n Of this diurnal unit, bearing blanks in all its rays—\n    Dullest of dull-hued Days!\n\nWanly upon the panes\n The rain slides as have slid since morn my colourless thoughts; and yet\n    Here, while Day’s presence wanes,\n And over him the sepulchre-lid is slowly lowered and set,\n    He wakens my regret.\n\nRegret—though nothing dear\n That I wot of, was toward in the wide world at his prime,\n    Or bloomed elsewhere than here,\n To die with his decease, and leave a memory sweet, sublime,\n    Or mark him out in Time . . .\n\n—Yet, maybe, in some soul,\n In some spot undiscerned on sea or land, some impulse rose,\n    Or some intent upstole\n Of that enkindling ardency from whose maturer glows\n    The world’s amendment flows;\n\nBut which, benumbed at birth\n By momentary chance or wile, has missed its hope to be\n    Embodied on the earth;\n And undervoicings of this loss to man’s futurity\n    May wake regret in me.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page307","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page307","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page310","title":"AT A LUNAR ECLIPSE","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Thy shadow, Earth, from Pole to Central Sea,\n Now steals along upon the Moon’s meek shine\n In even monochrome and curving line\n Of imperturbable serenity.\n\nHow shall I link such sun-cast symmetry\n With the torn troubled form I know as thine,\n That profile, placid as a brow divine,\n With continents of moil and misery?\n\nAnd can immense Mortality but throw\n So small a shade, and Heaven’s high human scheme\n Be hemmed within the coasts yon arc implies?\n\nIs such the stellar gauge of earthly show,\n Nation at war with nation, brains that teem,\n Heroes, and women fairer than the skies?","themes":["spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page310","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page310","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page312","title":"THE LACKING SENSE","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"“O Time, whence comes the Mother’s moody look amid her labours,\n    As of one who all unwittingly has wounded where she loves?\n    Why weaves she not her world-webs to according lutes and tabors,\n With nevermore this too remorseful air upon her face,\n       As of angel fallen from grace?”\n\n—“Her look is but her story: construe not its symbols keenly:\n    In her wonderworks yea surely has she wounded where she loves.\n    The sense of ills misdealt for blisses blanks the mien most queenly,\n Self-smitings kill self-joys; and everywhere beneath the sun\n       Such deeds her hands have done.”\n\n—“And how explains thy Ancient Mind her crimes upon her creatures,\n    These fallings from her fair beginnings, woundings where she loves,\n    Into her would-be perfect motions, modes, effects, and features\n Admitting cramps, black humours, wan decay, and baleful blights,\n       Distress into delights?”\n\n—“Ah! know’st thou not her secret yet, her vainly veiled deficience,\n    Whence it comes that all unwittingly she wounds the lives she loves?\n    That sightless are those orbs of hers?—which bar to her omniscience\n Brings those fearful unfulfilments, that red ravage through her zones\n       Whereat all creation groans.\n\n“She whispers it in each pathetic strenuous slow endeavour,\n    When in mothering she unwittingly sets wounds on what she loves;\n    Yet her primal doom pursues her, faultful, fatal is she ever;\n Though so deft and nigh to vision is her facile finger-touch\n       That the seers marvel much.\n\n“Deal, then, her groping skill no scorn, no note of malediction;\n    Not long on thee will press the hand that hurts the lives it loves;\n    And while she dares dead-reckoning on, in darkness of affliction,\n Assist her where thy creaturely dependence can or may,\n       For thou art of her clay.”","themes":["time","death","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page312","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page312","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page316","title":"TO LIFE","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"O life with the sad seared face,\n       I weary of seeing thee,\n And thy draggled cloak, and thy hobbling pace,\n       And thy too-forced pleasantry!\n\nI know what thou would’st tell\n       Of Death, Time, Destiny—\n I have known it long, and know, too, well\n       What it all means for me.\n\nBut canst thou not array\n       Thyself in rare disguise,\n And feign like truth, for one mad day,\n       That Earth is Paradise?\n\nI’ll tune me to the mood,\n       And mumm with thee till eve;\n And maybe what as interlude\n       I feign, I shall believe!","themes":["time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page316","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page316","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page318","title":"DOOM AND SHE","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"There dwells a mighty pair—\n    Slow, statuesque, intense—\n    Amid the vague Immense:\n None can their chronicle declare,\n    Nor why they be, nor whence.\n\nMother of all things made,\n    Matchless in artistry,\n    Unlit with sight is she.—\n And though her ever well-obeyed\n    Vacant of feeling he.\n\nThe Matron mildly asks—\n    A throb in every word—\n    “Our clay-made creatures, lord,\n How fare they in their mortal tasks\n    Upon Earth’s bounded bord?\n\n“The fate of those I bear,\n    Dear lord, pray turn and view,\n    And notify me true;\n Shapings that eyelessly I dare\n    Maybe I would undo.\n\n“Sometimes from lairs of life\n    Methinks I catch a groan,\n    Or multitudinous moan,\n As though I had schemed a world of strife,\n    Working by touch alone.”\n\n“World-weaver!” he replies,\n    “I scan all thy domain;\n    But since nor joy nor pain\n Doth my clear substance recognize,\n    I read thy realms in vain.\n\n“World-weaver! what is Grief?\n    And what are Right, and Wrong,\n    And Feeling, that belong\n To creatures all who owe thee fief?\n    What worse is Weak than Strong?” . . .\n\n—Unlightened, curious, meek,\n    She broods in sad surmise . . .\n    —Some say they have heard her sighs\n On Alpine height or Polar peak\n    When the night tempests rise.","themes":["love","grief","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page318","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page318","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page321","title":"THE PROBLEM","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Shall we conceal the Case, or tell it—\n       We who believe the evidence?\n    Here and there the watch-towers knell it\n       With a sullen significance,\n Heard of the few who hearken intently and carry an eagerly upstrained sense.\n\nHearts that are happiest hold not by it;\n       Better we let, then, the old view reign;\n    Since there is peace in it, why decry it?\n       Since there is comfort, why disdain?\n Note not the pigment the while that the painting determines humanity’s joy and pain!","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page321","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page321","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page323","title":"THE SUBALTERNS","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"“Poor wanderer,” said the leaden sky,\n    “I fain would lighten thee,\n But there be laws in force on high\n    Which say it must not be.”\n\n—“I would not freeze thee, shorn one,” cried\n    The North, “knew I but how\n To warm my breath, to slack my stride;\n    But I am ruled as thou.”\n\n—“To-morrow I attack thee, wight,”\n    Said Sickness.  “Yet I swear\n I bear thy little ark no spite,\n    But am bid enter there.”\n\n—“Come hither, Son,” I heard Death say;\n    “I did not will a grave\n Should end thy pilgrimage to-day,\n    But I, too, am a slave!”\n\nWe smiled upon each other then,\n    And life to me wore less\n That fell contour it wore ere when\n    They owned their passiveness.","themes":["death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page323","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page323","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page325","title":"THE SLEEP-WORKER","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"When wilt thou wake, O Mother, wake and see—\n As one who, held in trance, has laboured long\n By vacant rote and prepossession strong—\n The coils that thou hast wrought unwittingly;\n\nWherein have place, unrealized by thee,\n Fair growths, foul cankers, right enmeshed with wrong,\n Strange orchestras of victim-shriek and song,\n And curious blends of ache and ecstasy?—\n\nShould that morn come, and show thy opened eyes\n All that Life’s palpitating tissues feel,\n How wilt thou bear thyself in thy surprise?—\n\nWilt thou destroy, in one wild shock of shame,\n Thy whole high heaving firmamental frame,\n Or patiently adjust, amend, and heal?","themes":["home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page325","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page325","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page327","title":"THE BULLFINCHES","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Brother Bulleys, let us sing\n    From the dawn till evening!—\n For we know not that we go not\n    When the day’s pale pinions fold\n    Unto those who sang of old.\n\nWhen I flew to Blackmoor Vale,\n    Whence the green-gowned faeries hail,\n Roosting near them I could hear them\n    Speak of queenly Nature’s ways,\n    Means, and moods,—well known to fays.\n\nAll we creatures, nigh and far\n    (Said they there), the Mother’s are:\n Yet she never shows endeavour\n    To protect from warrings wild\n    Bird or beast she calls her child.\n\nBusy in her handsome house\n    Known as Space, she falls a-drowse;\n Yet, in seeming, works on dreaming,\n    While beneath her groping hands\n    Fiends make havoc in her bands.\n\nHow her hussif’ry succeeds\n    She unknows or she unheeds,\n All things making for Death’s taking!\n    —So the green-gowned faeries say\n    Living over Blackmoor way.\n\nCome then, brethren, let us sing,\n    From the dawn till evening!—\n For we know not that we go not\n    When the day’s pale pinions fold\n    Unto those who sang of old.","themes":["nature","hope","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page327","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page327","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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Sad its lot?\n Nay: I have no remembrance of such place:\n       Such world I fashioned not.”—\n\n—“O Lord, forgive me when I say\n    Thou spak’st the word, and mad’st it all.”—\n “The Earth of men—let me bethink me . . . Yea!\n       I dimly do recall\n\n“Some tiny sphere I built long back\n    (Mid millions of such shapes of mine)\n So named . . . It perished, surely—not a wrack\n       Remaining, or a sign?\n\n“It lost my interest from the first,\n    My aims therefor succeeding ill;\n Haply it died of doing as it durst?”—\n       “Lord, it existeth still.”—\n\n“Dark, then, its life!  For not a cry\n    Of aught it bears do I now hear;\n Of its own act the threads were snapt whereby\n       Its plaints had reached mine ear.\n\n“It used to ask for gifts of good,\n    Till came its severance self-entailed,\n When sudden silence on that side ensued,\n       And has till now prevailed.\n\n“All other orbs have kept in touch;\n    Their voicings reach me speedily:\n Thy people took upon them overmuch\n       In sundering them from me!\n\n“And it is strange—though sad enough—\n    Earth’s race should think that one whose call\n Frames, daily, shining spheres of flawless stuff\n       Must heed their tainted ball! . . .\n\n“But say’st thou ’tis by pangs distraught,\n    And strife, and silent suffering?—\n Deep grieved am I that injury should be wrought\n       Even on so poor a thing!\n\n“Thou should’st have learnt that Not to Mend\n    For Me could mean but Not to Know:\n Hence, Messengers! and straightway put an end\n       To what men undergo.” . . .\n\nHoming at dawn, I thought to see\n    One of the Messengers standing by.\n —Oh, childish thought! . . . Yet oft it comes to me\n       When trouble hovers nigh.","themes":["hope","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page329","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page329","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. Preface, editorial footnotes and page numbers omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"fafe49d8c785f87d237e0bf4cb22faf44c4bed3696e91835edfc4674fe555adf","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page333","title":"THE BEDRIDDEN PEASANT TO AN UNKNOWING GOD","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Much wonder I—here long low-laid—\n    That this dead wall should be\n Betwixt the Maker and the made,\n    Between Thyself and me!\n\nFor, say one puts a child to nurse,\n    He eyes it now and then\n To know if better ’tis, or worse,\n    And if it mourn, and when.\n\nBut Thou, Lord, giv’st us men our clay\n    In helpless bondage thus\n To Time and Chance, and seem’st straightway\n    To think no more of us!\n\nThat some disaster cleft Thy scheme\n    And tore us wide apart,\n So that no cry can cross, I deem;\n    For Thou art mild of heart,\n\nAnd would’st not shape and shut us in\n    Where voice can not he heard:\n ’Tis plain Thou meant’st that we should win\n    Thy succour by a word.\n\nMight but Thy sense flash down the skies\n    Like man’s from clime to clime,\n Thou would’st not let me agonize\n    Through my remaining time;\n\nBut, seeing how much Thy creatures bear—\n    Lame, starved, or maimed, or blind—\n Thou’dst heal the ills with quickest care\n    Of me and all my kind.\n\nThen, since Thou mak’st not these things be,\n    But these things dost not know,\n I’ll praise Thee as were shown to me\n    The mercies Thou would’st show!","themes":["love","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page333","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page333","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page336","title":"BY THE EARTH’S CORPSE","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"“O Lord, why grievest Thou?—\n    Since Life has ceased to be\n    Upon this globe, now cold\n    As lunar land and sea,\n And humankind, and fowl, and fur\n    Are gone eternally,\n All is the same to Thee as ere\n    They knew mortality.”\n\n“O Time,” replied the Lord,\n    “Thou read’st me ill, I ween;\n Were all the same, I should not grieve\n    At that late earthly scene,\n Now blestly past—though planned by me\n    With interest close and keen!—\n Nay, nay: things now are not the same\n    As they have earlier been.\n\n“Written indelibly\n    On my eternal mind\n    Are all the wrongs endured\n    By Earth’s poor patient kind,\n Which my too oft unconscious hand\n    Let enter undesigned.\n No god can cancel deeds foredone,\n    Or thy old coils unwind!\n\n“As when, in Noë’s days,\n    I whelmed the plains with sea,\n    So at this last, when flesh\n    And herb but fossils be,\n And, all extinct, their piteous dust\n    Revolves obliviously,\n That I made Earth, and life, and man,\n    It still repenteth me!”","themes":["time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page336","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page336","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page339","title":"MUTE OPINION","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I traversed a dominion\n Whose spokesmen spake out strong\n Their purpose and opinion\n Through pulpit, press, and song.\n I scarce had means to note there\n A large-eyed few, and dumb,\n Who thought not as those thought there\n That stirred the heat and hum.\n\nWhen, grown a Shade, beholding\n That land in lifetime trode,\n To learn if its unfolding\n Fulfilled its clamoured code,\n I saw, in web unbroken,\n Its history outwrought\n Not as the loud had spoken,\n But as the mute had thought.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page339","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page339","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page341","title":"TO AN UNBORN PAUPER CHILD","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Breathe not, hid Heart: cease silently,\n    And though thy birth-hour beckons thee,\n       Sleep the long sleep:\n       The Doomsters heap\n    Travails and teens around us here,\n And Time-wraiths turn our songsingings to fear.\n\nHark, how the peoples surge and sigh,\n    And laughters fail, and greetings die:\n       Hopes dwindle; yea,\n       Faiths waste away,\n    Affections and enthusiasms numb;\n Thou canst not mend these things if thou dost come.\n\nHad I the ear of wombèd souls\n    Ere their terrestrial chart unrolls,\n       And thou wert free\n       To cease, or be,\n    Then would I tell thee all I know,\n And put it to thee: Wilt thou take Life so?\n\nVain vow!  No hint of mine may hence\n    To theeward fly: to thy locked sense\n       Explain none can\n       Life’s pending plan:\n    Thou wilt thy ignorant entry make\n Though skies spout fire and blood and nations quake.\n\nFain would I, dear, find some shut plot\n    Of earth’s wide wold for thee, where not\n       One tear, one qualm,\n       Should break the calm.\n    But I am weak as thou and bare;\n No man can change the common lot to rare.\n\nMust come and bide.  And such are we—\n    Unreasoning, sanguine, visionary—\n       That I can hope\n       Health, love, friends, scope\n    In full for thee; can dream thou’lt find\n Joys seldom yet attained by humankind!","themes":["love","hope","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page341","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page341","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page344","title":"TO FLOWERS FROM ITALY IN WINTER","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Sunned in the South, and here to-day;\n    —If all organic things\n Be sentient, Flowers, as some men say,\n    What are your ponderings?\n\nHow can you stay, nor vanish quite\n    From this bleak spot of thorn,\n And birch, and fir, and frozen white\n    Expanse of the forlorn?\n\nFrail luckless exiles hither brought!\n    Your dust will not regain\n Old sunny haunts of Classic thought\n    When you shall waste and wane;\n\nBut mix with alien earth, be lit\n    With frigid Boreal flame,\n And not a sign remain in it\n    To tell men whence you came.","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page344","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page344","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page346","title":"ON A FINE MORNING","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Whence comes Solace?—Not from seeing\n What is doing, suffering, being,\n Not from noting Life’s conditions,\n Nor from heeding Time’s monitions;\n    But in cleaving to the Dream,\n    And in gazing at the gleam\n    Whereby gray things golden seem.\n\nThus do I this heyday, holding\n Shadows but as lights unfolding,\n As no specious show this moment\n With its irisèd embowment;\n    But as nothing other than\n    Part of a benignant plan;\n    Proof that earth was made for man.","themes":["time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page346","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page346","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page348","title":"TO LIZBIE BROWNE","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Dear Lizbie Browne,\n Where are you now?\n In sun, in rain?—\n Or is your brow\n Past joy, past pain,\n Dear Lizbie Browne?\n\nSweet Lizbie Browne\n How you could smile,\n How you could sing!—\n How archly wile\n In glance-giving,\n Sweet Lizbie Browne!\n\nAnd, Lizbie Browne,\n Who else had hair\n Bay-red as yours,\n Or flesh so fair\n Bred out of doors,\n Sweet Lizbie Browne?\n\nWhen, Lizbie Browne,\n You had just begun\n To be endeared\n By stealth to one,\n You disappeared\n My Lizbie Browne!\n\nAy, Lizbie Browne,\n So swift your life,\n And mine so slow,\n You were a wife\n Ere I could show\n Love, Lizbie Browne.\n\nStill, Lizbie Browne,\n You won, they said,\n The best of men\n When you were wed . . .\n Where went you then,\n O Lizbie Browne?\n\nDear Lizbie Browne,\n I should have thought,\n “Girls ripen fast,”\n And coaxed and caught\n You ere you passed,\n Dear Lizbie Browne!\n\nBut, Lizbie Browne,\n I let you slip;\n Shaped not a sign;\n Touched never your lip\n With lip of mine,\n Lost Lizbie Browne!\n\nSo, Lizbie Browne,\n When on a day\n Men speak of me\n As not, you’ll say,\n “And who was he?”—\n Yes, Lizbie Browne!","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page348","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page348","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page352","title":"SONG OF HOPE","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"O sweet To-morrow!—\n    After to-day\n    There will away\n This sense of sorrow.\n Then let us borrow\n Hope, for a gleaming\n Soon will be streaming,\n    Dimmed by no gray—\n       No gray!\n\nWhile the winds wing us\n    Sighs from The Gone,\n    Nearer to dawn\n Minute-beats bring us;\n When there will sing us\n Larks of a glory\n Waiting our story\n    Further anon—\n       Anon!\n\nDoff the black token,\n    Don the red shoon,\n    Right and retune\n Viol-strings broken;\n Null the words spoken\n In speeches of rueing,\n The night cloud is hueing,\n    To-morrow shines soon—\n       Shines soon!","themes":["hope","grief","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page352","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page352","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page354","title":"THE WELL-BELOVED","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I wayed by star and planet shine\n    Towards the dear one’s home\n At Kingsbere, there to make her mine\n    When the next sun upclomb.\n\nI edged the ancient hill and wood\n    Beside the Ikling Way,\n Nigh where the Pagan temple stood\n    In the world’s earlier day.\n\nAnd as I quick and quicker walked\n    On gravel and on green,\n I sang to sky, and tree, or talked\n    Of her I called my queen.\n\n—“O faultless is her dainty form,\n    And luminous her mind;\n She is the God-created norm\n    Of perfect womankind!”\n\nA shape whereon one star-blink gleamed\n    Glode softly by my side,\n A woman’s; and her motion seemed\n    The motion of my bride.\n\nAnd yet methought she’d drawn erstwhile\n    Adown the ancient leaze,\n Where once were pile and peristyle\n    For men’s idolatries.\n\n—“O maiden lithe and lone, what may\n    Thy name and lineage be,\n Who so resemblest by this ray\n    My darling?—Art thou she?”\n\nThe Shape: “Thy bride remains within\n    Her father’s grange and grove.”\n —“Thou speakest rightly,” I broke in,\n    “Thou art not she I love.”\n\n—“Nay: though thy bride remains inside\n    Her father’s walls,” said she,\n “The one most dear is with thee here,\n    For thou dost love but me.”\n\nThen I: “But she, my only choice,\n    Is now at Kingsbere Grove?”\n Again her soft mysterious voice:\n    “I am thy only Love.”\n\nThus still she vouched, and still I said,\n    “O sprite, that cannot be!” . . .\n It was as if my bosom bled,\n    So much she troubled me.\n\nThe sprite resumed: “Thou hast transferred\n    To her dull form awhile\n My beauty, fame, and deed, and word,\n    My gestures and my smile.\n\n“O fatuous man, this truth infer,\n    Brides are not what they seem;\n Thou lovest what thou dreamest her;\n    I am thy very dream!”\n\n—“O then,” I answered miserably,\n    Speaking as scarce I knew,\n “My loved one, I must wed with thee\n    If what thou say’st be true!”\n\nShe, proudly, thinning in the gloom:\n    “Though, since troth-plight began,\n I’ve ever stood as bride to groom,\n    I wed no mortal man!”\n\nThereat she vanished by the Cross\n    That, entering Kingsbere town,\n The two long lanes form, near the fosse\n    Below the faneless Down.\n\n—When I arrived and met my bride,\n    Her look was pinched and thin,\n As if her soul had shrunk and died,\n    And left a waste within.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page354","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page354","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page358","title":"HER REPROACH","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Con the dead page as ’twere live love: press on!\n Cold wisdom’s words will ease thy track for thee;\n Aye, go; cast off sweet ways, and leave me wan\n To biting blasts that are intent on me.\n\nBut if thy object Fame’s far summits be,\n Whose inclines many a skeleton o’erlies\n That missed both dream and substance, stop and see\n How absence wears these cheeks and dims these eyes!\n\nIt surely is far sweeter and more wise\n To water love, than toil to leave anon\n A name whose glory-gleam will but advise\n Invidious minds to quench it with their own,\n\nAnd over which the kindliest will but stay\n A moment, musing, “He, too, had his day!”","themes":["love","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page358","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page358","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page360","title":"THE INCONSISTENT","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I say, “She was as good as fair,”\n    When standing by her mound;\n “Such passing sweetness,” I declare,\n    “No longer treads the ground.”\n I say, “What living Love can catch\n    Her bloom and bonhomie,\n And what in newer maidens match\n    Her olden warmth to me!”\n\n—There stands within yon vestry-nook\n    Where bonded lovers sign,\n Her name upon a faded book\n    With one that is not mine.\n To him she breathed the tender vow\n    She once had breathed to me,\n But yet I say, “O love, even now\n    Would I had died for thee!”","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page360","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page360","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page362","title":"A BROKEN APPOINTMENT","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"You did not come,\n And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.—\n Yet less for loss of your dear presence there\n Than that I thus found lacking in your make\n That high compassion which can overbear\n Reluctance for pure lovingkindness’ sake\n Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum,\n       You did not come.\n\nYou love not me,\n And love alone can lend you loyalty;\n —I know and knew it.  But, unto the store\n Of human deeds divine in all but name,\n Was it not worth a little hour or more\n To add yet this: Once, you, a woman, came\n To soothe a time-torn man; even though it be\n       You love not me?","themes":["love","hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page362","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page362","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page364","title":"“BETWEEN US NOW”","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Between us now and here—\n    Two thrown together\n Who are not wont to wear\n    Life’s flushest feather—\n Who see the scenes slide past,\n The daytimes dimming fast,\n Let there be truth at last,\n    Even if despair.\n\nSo thoroughly and long\n    Have you now known me,\n So real in faith and strong\n    Have I now shown me,\n That nothing needs disguise\n Further in any wise,\n Or asks or justifies\n    A guarded tongue.\n\nFace unto face, then, say,\n    Eyes mine own meeting,\n Is your heart far away,\n    Or with mine beating?\n When false things are brought low,\n And swift things have grown slow,\n Feigning like froth shall go,\n    Faith be for aye.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page364","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page364","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page366","title":"“HOW GREAT MY GRIEF” (TRIOLET)","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"How great my grief, my joys how few,\n Since first it was my fate to know thee!\n —Have the slow years not brought to view\n How great my grief, my joys how few,\n Nor memory shaped old times anew,\n    Nor loving-kindness helped to show thee\n How great my grief, my joys how few,\n    Since first it was my fate to know thee?","themes":["grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page366","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page366","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page367","title":"“I NEED NOT GO”","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I need not go\n Through sleet and snow\n To where I know\n She waits for me;\n She will wait me there\n Till I find it fair,\n And have time to spare\n From company.\n\nWhen I’ve overgot\n The world somewhat,\n When things cost not\n Such stress and strain,\n Is soon enough\n By cypress sough\n To tell my Love\n I am come again.\n\nAnd if some day,\n When none cries nay,\n I still delay\n To seek her side,\n (Though ample measure\n Of fitting leisure\n Await my pleasure)\n She will riot chide.\n\nWhat—not upbraid me\n That I delayed me,\n Nor ask what stayed me\n So long?  Ah, no!—\n New cares may claim me,\n New loves inflame me,\n She will not blame me,\n But suffer it so.","themes":["love","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page367","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page367","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. Preface, editorial footnotes and page numbers omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"e9ce8c5e42c5ce6ff920c124105348d3514724d631d35481dac1fab3d4b00b31","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page369","title":"THE COQUETTE, AND AFTER (TRIOLETS)","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"For long the cruel wish I knew\n That your free heart should ache for me\n While mine should bear no ache for you;\n For, long—the cruel wish!—I knew\n How men can feel, and craved to view\n My triumph—fated not to be\n For long! . . . The cruel wish I knew\n That your free heart should ache for me!\n\nAt last one pays the penalty—\n The woman—women always do.\n My farce, I found, was tragedy\n At last!—One pays the penalty\n With interest when one, fancy-free,\n Learns love, learns shame . . . Of sinners two\n At last one pays the penalty—\n The woman—women always do!","themes":["love","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page369","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page369","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. Preface, editorial footnotes and page numbers omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"0eb4409996df8c6e34d64ea9f87e39639a71d893d741171bd0467017174f3d68","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page371","title":"A SPOT","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"In years defaced and lost,\n    Two sat here, transport-tossed,\n    Lit by a living love\n The wilted world knew nothing of:\n       Scared momently\n       By gaingivings,\n       Then hoping things\n       That could not be.\n\nOf love and us no trace\n    Abides upon the place;\n    The sun and shadows wheel,\n Season and season sereward steal;\n       Foul days and fair\n       Here, too, prevail,\n       And gust and gale\n       As everywhere.\n\nBut lonely shepherd souls\n    Who bask amid these knolls\n    May catch a faery sound\n On sleepy noontides from the ground:\n       “O not again\n       Till Earth outwears\n       Shall love like theirs\n       Suffuse this glen!”","themes":["love","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page371","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page371","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page373","title":"LONG PLIGHTED","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Is it worth while, dear, now,\n To call for bells, and sally forth arrayed\n For marriage-rites—discussed, decried, delayed\n          So many years?\n\nIs it worth while, dear, now,\n To stir desire for old fond purposings,\n By feints that Time still serves for dallyings,\n          Though quittance nears?\n\nIs it worth while, dear, when\n The day being so far spent, so low the sun,\n The undone thing will soon be as the done,\n       And smiles as tears?\n\nIs it worth while, dear, when\n Our cheeks are worn, our early brown is gray;\n When, meet or part we, none says yea or nay,\n       Or heeds, or cares?\n\nIs it worth while, dear, since\n We still can climb old Yell’ham’s wooded mounds\n Together, as each season steals its rounds\n       And disappears?\n\nIs it worth while, dear, since\n As mates in Mellstock churchyard we can lie,\n Till the last crash of all things low and high\n       Shall end the spheres?","themes":["love","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page373","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page373","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page375","title":"THE WIDOW","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"By Mellstock Lodge and Avenue\n    Towards her door I went,\n And sunset on her window-panes\n    Reflected our intent.\n\nThe creeper on the gable nigh\n    Was fired to more than red\n And when I came to halt thereby\n    “Bright as my joy!” I said.\n\nOf late days it had been her aim\n    To meet me in the hall;\n Now at my footsteps no one came;\n    And no one to my call.\n\nAgain I knocked; and tardily\n    An inner step was heard,\n And I was shown her presence then\n    With scarce an answering word.\n\nShe met me, and but barely took\n    My proffered warm embrace;\n Preoccupation weighed her look,\n    And hardened her sweet face.\n\n“To-morrow—could you—would you call?\n    Make brief your present stay?\n My child is ill—my one, my all!—\n    And can’t be left to-day.”\n\nAnd then she turns, and gives commands\n    As I were out of sound,\n Or were no more to her and hers\n    Than any neighbour round . . .\n\n—As maid I wooed her; but one came\n    And coaxed her heart away,\n And when in time he wedded her\n    I deemed her gone for aye.\n\nHe won, I lost her; and my loss\n    I bore I know not how;\n But I do think I suffered then\n    Less wretchedness than now.\n\nFor Time, in taking him, had oped\n    An unexpected door\n Of bliss for me, which grew to seem\n    Far surer than before . . .\n\nHer word is steadfast, and I know\n    That plighted firm are we:\n But she has caught new love-calls since\n    She smiled as maid on me!","themes":["love","time","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page375","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page375","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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The twain are blest\n Do eastern stars slope never west,\n Nor pallid ashes follow fire:\n If hours be years the twain are blest,\n For now they solace swift desire.","themes":["time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page378","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page378","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page379","title":"THE DREAM-FOLLOWER","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A dream of mine flew over the mead\n    To the halls where my old Love reigns;\n And it drew me on to follow its lead:\n    And I stood at her window-panes;\n\nAnd I saw but a thing of flesh and bone\n    Speeding on to its cleft in the clay;\n And my dream was scared, and expired on a moan,\n    And I whitely hastened away.","themes":["love","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page379","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page379","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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But less its shine excelled\n       Than when I first beheld.\n\nHis fellow-yearsmen passed, and then\n In later hearts I looked for him again;\n And found him—shrunk, alas! into a thin\n       And spectral mannikin.\n\nLastly I ask—now old and chill—\n If aught of him remain unperished still;\n And find, in me alone, a feeble spark,\n       Dying amid the dark.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page380","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page380","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page382","title":"THE TO-BE-FORGOTTEN","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I heard a small sad sound,\n And stood awhile amid the tombs around:\n “Wherefore, old friends,” said I, “are ye distrest,\n    Now, screened from life’s unrest?”\n\n—“O not at being here;\n But that our future second death is drear;\n When, with the living, memory of us numbs,\n    And blank oblivion comes!\n\n“Those who our grandsires be\n Lie here embraced by deeper death than we;\n Nor shape nor thought of theirs canst thou descry\n    With keenest backward eye.\n\n“They bide as quite forgot;\n They are as men who have existed not;\n Theirs is a loss past loss of fitful breath;\n    It is the second death.\n\n“We here, as yet, each day\n Are blest with dear recall; as yet, alway\n In some soul hold a loved continuance\n    Of shape and voice and glance.\n\n“But what has been will be—\n First memory, then oblivion’s turbid sea;\n Like men foregone, shall we merge into those\n    Whose story no one knows.\n\n“For which of us could hope\n To show in life that world-awakening scope\n Granted the few whose memory none lets die,\n    But all men magnify?\n\n“We were but Fortune’s sport;\n Things true, things lovely, things of good report\n We neither shunned nor sought . . . We see our bourne,\n    And seeing it we mourn.”","themes":["love","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page382","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page382","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. Preface, editorial footnotes and page numbers omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"5e57ba1ba00f965f1fc7d722eb6cc20d9f9f442255036533b3805e65b9f4fa3d","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page385","title":"WIVES IN THE SERE","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Never a careworn wife but shows,\n    If a joy suffuse her,\n Something beautiful to those\n    Patient to peruse her,\n Some one charm the world unknows\n    Precious to a muser,\n Haply what, ere years were foes,\n    Moved her mate to choose her.\n\nBut, be it a hint of rose\n    That an instant hues her,\n Or some early light or pose\n    Wherewith thought renews her—\n Seen by him at full, ere woes\n    Practised to abuse her—\n Sparely comes it, swiftly goes,\n    Time again subdues her.","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page385","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page385","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page387","title":"THE SUPERSEDED","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"As newer comers crowd the fore,\n    We drop behind.\n —We who have laboured long and sore\n    Times out of mind,\n And keen are yet, must not regret\n    To drop behind.\n\nYet there are of us some who grieve\n    To go behind;\n Staunch, strenuous souls who scarce believe\n    Their fires declined,\n And know none cares, remembers, spares\n    Who go behind.\n\n’Tis not that we have unforetold\n    The drop behind;\n We feel the new must oust the old\n    In every kind;\n But yet we think, must we, must we,\n    Too, drop behind?","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page387","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page387","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page389","title":"AN AUGUST MIDNIGHT","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A shaded lamp and a waving blind,\n And the beat of a clock from a distant floor:\n On this scene enter—winged, horned, and spined—\n A longlegs, a moth, and a dumbledore;\n While ’mid my page there idly stands\n A sleepy fly, that rubs its hands . . .\n\nThus meet we five, in this still place,\n At this point of time, at this point in space.\n —My guests parade my new-penned ink,\n Or bang at the lamp-glass, whirl, and sink.\n “God’s humblest, they!” I muse.  Yet why?\n They know Earth-secrets that know not I.","themes":["time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page389","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page389","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page391","title":"THE CAGED THRUSH FREED AND HOME AGAIN (VILLANELLE)","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"“Men know but little more than we,\n Who count us least of things terrene,\n How happy days are made to be!\n\n“Of such strange tidings what think ye,\n O birds in brown that peck and preen?\n Men know but little more than we!\n\n“When I was borne from yonder tree\n In bonds to them, I hoped to glean\n How happy days are made to be,\n\n“And want and wailing turned to glee;\n Alas, despite their mighty mien\n Men know but little more than we!\n\n“They cannot change the Frost’s decree,\n They cannot keep the skies serene;\n How happy days are made to be\n\n“Eludes great Man’s sagacity\n No less than ours, O tribes in treen!\n Men know but little more than we\n How happy days are made to be.”","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page391","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page391","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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The flakes fly!—faster\n Shutting indoors that crumb-outcaster\n We used to see upon the lawn\n Around the house.  The flakes fly faster,\n And all the berries now are gone!","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page393","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page393","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. Preface, editorial footnotes and page numbers omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"69807a467697b74aba3ef1e1860f9a8650e239a3600bed889c917801da29416c","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page395","title":"WINTER IN DURNOVER FIELD","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Rook.—Throughout the field I find no grain;\n    The cruel frost encrusts the cornland!\n Starling.—Aye: patient pecking now is vain\n    Throughout the field, I find . . .\n Rook.—No grain!\n Pigeon.—Nor will be, comrade, till it rain,\n    Or genial thawings loose the lorn land\n    Throughout the field.\n Rook.—I find no grain:\n    The cruel frost encrusts the cornland!","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page395","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page395","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page397","title":"THE LAST CHRYSANTHEMUM","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Why should this flower delay so long\n    To show its tremulous plumes?\n Now is the time of plaintive robin-song,\n    When flowers are in their tombs.\n\nThrough the slow summer, when the sun\n    Called to each frond and whorl\n That all he could for flowers was being done,\n    Why did it not uncurl?\n\nIt must have felt that fervid call\n    Although it took no heed,\n Waking but now, when leaves like corpses fall,\n    And saps all retrocede.\n\nToo late its beauty, lonely thing,\n    The season’s shine is spent,\n Nothing remains for it but shivering\n    In tempests turbulent.\n\nHad it a reason for delay,\n    Dreaming in witlessness\n That for a bloom so delicately gay\n    Winter would stay its stress?\n\n—I talk as if the thing were born\n    With sense to work its mind;\n Yet it is but one mask of many worn\n    By the Great Face behind.","themes":["nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page397","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page397","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page399","title":"THE DARKLING THRUSH","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I leant upon a coppice gate\n    When Frost was spectre-gray,\n And Winter’s dregs made desolate\n    The weakening eye of day.\n The tangled bine-stems scored the sky\n    Like strings from broken lyres,\n And all mankind that haunted nigh\n    Had sought their household fires.\n\nThe land’s sharp features seemed to be\n    The Century’s corpse outleant,\n His crypt the cloudy canopy,\n    The wind his death-lament.\n The ancient pulse of germ and birth\n    Was shrunken hard and dry,\n And every spirit upon earth\n    Seemed fervourless as I.\n\nAt once a voice outburst among\n    The bleak twigs overhead\n In a full-hearted evensong\n    Of joy illimited;\n An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,\n    In blast-beruffled plume,\n Had chosen thus to fling his soul\n    Upon the growing gloom.\n\nSo little cause for carollings\n    Of such ecstatic sound\n Was written on terrestrial things\n    Afar or nigh around,\n That I could think there trembled through\n    His happy good-night air\n Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew\n    And I was unaware.","themes":["nature","hope","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page399","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page399","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page402","title":"THE COMET AT YALBURY OR YELL’HAM","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"It bends far over Yell’ham Plain,\n    And we, from Yell’ham Height,\n Stand and regard its fiery train,\n    So soon to swim from sight.\n\nIt will return long years hence, when\n    As now its strange swift shine\n Will fall on Yell’ham; but not then\n    On that sweet form of thine.","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page402","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page402","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page403","title":"MAD JUDY","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"When the hamlet hailed a birth\n    Judy used to cry:\n When she heard our christening mirth\n    She would kneel and sigh.\n She was crazed, we knew, and we\n Humoured her infirmity.\n\nWhen the daughters and the sons\n    Gathered them to wed,\n And we like-intending ones\n    Danced till dawn was red,\n She would rock and mutter, “More\n Comers to this stony shore!”\n\nWhen old Headsman Death laid hands\n    On a babe or twain,\n She would feast, and by her brands\n    Sing her songs again.\n What she liked we let her do,\n Judy was insane, we knew.","themes":["hope","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page403","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page403","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page405","title":"A WASTED ILLNESS","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Through vaults of pain,\n Enribbed and wrought with groins of ghastliness,\n I passed, and garish spectres moved my brain\n       To dire distress.\n\nAnd hammerings,\n And quakes, and shoots, and stifling hotness, blent\n With webby waxing things and waning things\n       As on I went.\n\n“Where lies the end\n To this foul way?” I asked with weakening breath.\n Thereon ahead I saw a door extend—\n       The door to death.\n\nIt loomed more clear:\n “At last!” I cried.  “The all-delivering door!”\n And then, I knew not how, it grew less near\n       Than theretofore.\n\nAnd back slid I\n Along the galleries by which I came,\n And tediously the day returned, and sky,\n       And life—the same.\n\nAnd all was well:\n Old circumstance resumed its former show,\n And on my head the dews of comfort fell\n       As ere my woe.\n\nI roam anew,\n Scarce conscious of my late distress . . .  And yet\n Those backward steps through pain I cannot view\n       Without regret.\n\nFor that dire train\n Of waxing shapes and waning, passed before,\n And those grim aisles, must be traversed again\n       To reach that door.","themes":["time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page405","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page405","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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OF M.)","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"In Casterbridge there stood a noble pile,\n Wrought with pilaster, bay, and balustrade\n In tactful times when shrewd Eliza swayed.—\n       On burgher, squire, and clown\n It smiled the long street down for near a mile\n\nBut evil days beset that domicile;\n The stately beauties of its roof and wall\n Passed into sordid hands.  Condemned to fall\n       Were cornice, quoin, and cove,\n And all that art had wove in antique style.\n\nAmong the hired dismantlers entered there\n One till the moment of his task untold.\n When charged therewith he gazed, and answered bold:\n       “Be needy I or no,\n I will not help lay low a house so fair!\n\n“Hunger is hard.  But since the terms be such—\n No wage, or labour stained with the disgrace\n Of wrecking what our age cannot replace\n       To save its tasteless soul—\n I’ll do without your dole.  Life is not much!”\n\nDismissed with sneers he backed his tools and went,\n And wandered workless; for it seemed unwise\n To close with one who dared to criticize\n       And carp on points of taste:\n To work where they were placed rude men were meant.\n\nYears whiled.  He aged, sank, sickened, and was not:\n And it was said, “A man intractable\n And curst is gone.”  None sighed to hear his knell,\n       None sought his churchyard-place;\n His name, his rugged face, were soon forgot.\n\nThe stones of that fair hall lie far and wide,\n And but a few recall its ancient mould;\n Yet when I pass the spot I long to hold\n       As truth what fancy saith:\n “His protest lives where deathless things abide!”","themes":["time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page408","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page408","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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Shall I see thy face,” she said,\n    “In one brief hour?\n And away with thee from a loveless bed\n To a far-off sun, to a vine-wrapt bower,\n And be thine own unseparated,\n    And challenge the world’s white glower?”\n\nShe quickened her feet, and met him where\n    They had predesigned:\n And they clasped, and mounted, and cleft the air\n Upon whirling wheels; till the will to bind\n Her life with his made the moments there\n    Efface the years behind.\n\nMiles slid, and the sight of the port upgrew\n    As they sped on;\n When slipping its bond the bracelet flew\n From her fondled arm.  Replaced anon,\n Its cameo of the abjured one drew\n    Her musings thereupon.\n\nThe gaud with his image once had been\n    A gift from him:\n And so it was that its carving keen\n Refurbished memories wearing dim,\n Which set in her soul a throe of teen,\n    And a tear on her lashes’ brim.\n\n“I may not go!” she at length upspake,\n    “Thoughts call me back—\n I would still lose all for your dear, dear sake;\n My heart is thine, friend!  But my track\n I home to Athelhall must take\n    To hinder household wrack!”\n\nHe appealed.  But they parted, weak and wan:\n    And he left the shore;\n His ship diminished, was low, was gone;\n And she heard in the waves as the daytide wore,\n And read in the leer of the sun that shone,\n    That they parted for evermore.\n\nShe homed as she came, at the dip of eve\n    On Athel Coomb\n Regaining the Hall she had sworn to leave . . .\n The house was soundless as a tomb,\n And she entered her chamber, there to grieve\n    Lone, kneeling, in the gloom.\n\nFrom the lawn without rose her husband’s voice\n    To one his friend:\n “Another her Love, another my choice,\n Her going is good.  Our conditions mend;\n In a change of mates we shall both rejoice;\n    I hoped that it thus might end!\n\n“A quick divorce; she will make him hers,\n    And I wed mine.\n So Time rights all things in long, long years—\n Or rather she, by her bold design!\n I admire a woman no balk deters:\n    She has blessed my life, in fine.\n\n“I shall build new rooms for my new true bride,\n    Let the bygone be:\n By now, no doubt, she has crossed the tide\n With the man to her mind.  Far happier she\n In some warm vineland by his side\n    Than ever she was with me.”","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page412","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page412","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page416","title":"THE SEASONS OF HER YEAR","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Winter is white on turf and tree,\n    And birds are fled;\n But summer songsters pipe to me,\n    And petals spread,\n For what I dreamt of secretly\n    His lips have said!\n\nO ’tis a fine May morn, they say,\n    And blooms have blown;\n But wild and wintry is my day,\n    My birds make moan;\n For he who vowed leaves me to pay\n    Alone—alone!","themes":["nature","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page416","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page416","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page418","title":"THE MILKMAID","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Under a daisied bank\n There stands a rich red ruminating cow,\n    And hard against her flank\n A cotton-hooded milkmaid bends her brow.\n\nThe flowery river-ooze\n Upheaves and falls; the milk purrs in the pail;\n    Few pilgrims but would choose\n The peace of such a life in such a vale.\n\nThe maid breathes words—to vent,\n It seems, her sense of Nature’s scenery,\n    Of whose life, sentiment,\n And essence, very part itself is she.\n\nShe bends a glance of pain,\n And, at a moment, lets escape a tear;\n    Is it that passing train,\n Whose alien whirr offends her country ear?—\n\nNay!  Phyllis does not dwell\n On visual and familiar things like these;\n    What moves her is the spell\n Of inner themes and inner poetries:\n\nCould but by Sunday morn\n Her gay new gown come, meads might dry to dun,\n    Trains shriek till ears were torn,\n If Fred would not prefer that Other One.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page418","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page418","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page420","title":"THE LEVELLED CHURCHYARD","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"“O passenger, pray list and catch\n    Our sighs and piteous groans,\n Half stifled in this jumbled patch\n    Of wrenched memorial stones!\n\n“We late-lamented, resting here,\n    Are mixed to human jam,\n And each to each exclaims in fear,\n    ‘I know not which I am!’\n\n“The wicked people have annexed\n    The verses on the good;\n A roaring drunkard sports the text\n    Teetotal Tommy should!\n\n“Where we are huddled none can trace,\n    And if our names remain,\n They pave some path or p-ing place\n    Where we have never lain!\n\n“There’s not a modest maiden elf\n    But dreads the final Trumpet,\n Lest half of her should rise herself,\n    And half some local strumpet!\n\n“From restorations of Thy fane,\n    From smoothings of Thy sward,\n From zealous Churchmen’s pick and plane\n    Deliver us O Lord!  Amen!”","themes":["spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page420","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page420","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. Preface, editorial footnotes and page numbers omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"2aeff3b876aa15d1d685cd48da3a90a1b1d1607b73699264ef3646dec9c7f4b5","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page422","title":"THE RUINED MAID","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"“O ’Melia, my dear, this does everything crown!\n Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town?\n And whence such fair garments, such prosperi-ty?”—\n “O didn’t you know I’d been ruined?” said she.\n\n—“You left us in tatters, without shoes or socks,\n Tired of digging potatoes, and spudding up docks;\n And now you’ve gay bracelets and bright feathers three!”—\n “Yes: that’s how we dress when we’re ruined,” said she.\n\n—“At home in the barton you said ‘thee’ and ‘thou,’\n And ‘thik oon,’ and ‘theäs oon,’ and ‘t’other’; but now\n Your talking quite fits ’ee for high compa-ny!”—\n “Some polish is gained with one’s ruin,” said she.\n\n—“Your hands were like paws then, your face blue and bleak,\n But now I’m bewitched by your delicate cheek,\n And your little gloves fit as on any la-dy!”—\n “We never do work when we’re ruined,” said she.\n\n—“You used to call home-life a hag-ridden dream,\n And you’d sigh, and you’d sock; but at present you seem\n To know not of megrims or melancho-ly!”—\n “True.  There’s an advantage in ruin,” said she.\n\n—“I wish I had feathers, a fine sweeping gown,\n And a delicate face, and could strut about Town!”—\n “My dear—a raw country girl, such as you be,\n Isn’t equal to that.  You ain’t ruined,” said she.","themes":["love","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page422","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page422","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page425","title":"THE RESPECTABLE BURGHER ON “THE HIGHER CRITICISM”","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Since Reverend Doctors now declare\n That clerks and people must prepare\n To doubt if Adam ever were;\n To hold the flood a local scare;\n To argue, though the stolid stare,\n That everything had happened ere\n The prophets to its happening sware;\n That David was no giant-slayer,\n Nor one to call a God-obeyer\n In certain details we could spare,\n But rather was a debonair\n Shrewd bandit, skilled as banjo-player:\n That Solomon sang the fleshly Fair,\n And gave the Church no thought whate’er;\n That Esther with her royal wear,\n And Mordecai, the son of Jair,\n And Joshua’s triumphs, Job’s despair,\n And Balaam’s ass’s bitter blare;\n Nebuchadnezzar’s furnace-flare,\n And Daniel and the den affair,\n And other stories rich and rare,\n Were writ to make old doctrine wear\n Something of a romantic air:\n That the Nain widow’s only heir,\n And Lazarus with cadaverous glare\n (As done in oils by Piombo’s care)\n Did not return from Sheol’s lair:\n That Jael set a fiendish snare,\n That Pontius Pilate acted square,\n That never a sword cut Malchus’ ear\n And (but for shame I must forbear)\n That — — did not reappear! . . .\n —Since thus they hint, nor turn a hair,\n All churchgoing will I forswear,\n And sit on Sundays in my chair,\n And read that moderate man Voltaire.","themes":["time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page425","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page425","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page428","title":"ARCHITECTURAL MASKS","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"There is a house with ivied walls,\n And mullioned windows worn and old,\n And the long dwellers in those halls\n Have souls that know but sordid calls,\n    And daily dote on gold.\n\nIn blazing brick and plated show\n Not far away a “villa” gleams,\n And here a family few may know,\n With book and pencil, viol and bow,\n    Lead inner lives of dreams.\n\nThe philosophic passers say,\n “See that old mansion mossed and fair,\n Poetic souls therein are they:\n And O that gaudy box!  Away,\n    You vulgar people there.”","themes":["time","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page428","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page428","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. Preface, editorial footnotes and page numbers omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"607152f279dbd471a6db625abbe32a9b5ecae5e441243a9a94440ad14a90516e","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page430","title":"THE TENANT-FOR-LIFE","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The sun said, watching my watering-pot\n    “Some morn you’ll pass away;\n These flowers and plants I parch up hot—\n    Who’ll water them that day?\n\n“Those banks and beds whose shape your eye\n    Has planned in line so true,\n New hands will change, unreasoning why\n    Such shape seemed best to you.\n\n“Within your house will strangers sit,\n    And wonder how first it came;\n They’ll talk of their schemes for improving it,\n    And will not mention your name.\n\n“They’ll care not how, or when, or at what\n    You sighed, laughed, suffered here,\n Though you feel more in an hour of the spot\n    Than they will feel in a year\n\n“As I look on at you here, now,\n    Shall I look on at these;\n But as to our old times, avow\n    No knowledge—hold my peace! . . .\n\n“O friend, it matters not, I say;\n    Bethink ye, I have shined\n On nobler ones than you, and they\n    Are dead men out of mind!”","themes":["nature","time","death","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page430","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page430","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page432","title":"THE KING’S EXPERIMENT","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"It was a wet wan hour in spring,\n And Nature met King Doom beside a lane,\n Wherein Hodge trudged, all blithely ballading\n       The Mother’s smiling reign.\n\n“Why warbles he that skies are fair\n And coombs alight,” she cried, “and fallows gay,\n When I have placed no sunshine in the air\n       Or glow on earth to-day?”\n\n“’Tis in the comedy of things\n That such should be,” returned the one of Doom;\n “Charge now the scene with brightest blazonings,\n       And he shall call them gloom.”\n\nShe gave the word: the sun outbroke,\n All Froomside shone, the hedgebirds raised a song;\n And later Hodge, upon the midday stroke,\n       Returned the lane along,\n\nLow murmuring: “O this bitter scene,\n And thrice accurst horizon hung with gloom!\n How deadly like this sky, these fields, these treen,\n       To trappings of the tomb!”\n\nThe Beldame then: “The fool and blind!\n Such mad perverseness who may apprehend?”—\n “Nay; there’s no madness in it; thou shalt find\n       Thy law there,” said her friend.\n\n“When Hodge went forth ’twas to his Love,\n To make her, ere this eve, his wedded prize,\n And Earth, despite the heaviness above,\n       Was bright as Paradise.\n\n“But I sent on my messenger,\n With cunning arrows poisonous and keen,\n To take forthwith her laughing life from her,\n       And dull her little een,\n\n“And white her cheek, and still her breath,\n Ere her too buoyant Hodge had reached her side;\n So, when he came, he clasped her but in death,\n       And never as his bride.\n\n“And there’s the humour, as I said;\n Thy dreary dawn he saw as gleaming gold,\n And in thy glistening green and radiant red\n       Funereal gloom and cold.”","themes":["love","nature","hope","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page432","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page432","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page435","title":"THE TREE AN OLD MAN’S STORY","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Its roots are bristling in the air\n Like some mad Earth-god’s spiny hair;\n The loud south-wester’s swell and yell\n Smote it at midnight, and it fell.\n    Thus ends the tree\n    Where Some One sat with me.\n\nIts boughs, which none but darers trod,\n A child may step on from the sod,\n And twigs that earliest met the dawn\n Are lit the last upon the lawn.\n    Cart off the tree\n    Beneath whose trunk sat we!\n\nYes, there we sat: she cooed content,\n And bats ringed round, and daylight went;\n The gnarl, our seat, is wrenched and sunk,\n Prone that queer pocket in the trunk\n    Where lay the key\n    To her pale mystery.\n\n“Years back, within this pocket-hole\n I found, my Love, a hurried scrawl\n Meant not for me,” at length said I;\n “I glanced thereat, and let it lie:\n    The words were three—\n    ‘Beloved, I agree.’\n\n“Who placed it here; to what request\n It gave assent, I never guessed.\n Some prayer of some hot heart, no doubt,\n To some coy maiden hereabout,\n    Just as, maybe,\n    With you, Sweet Heart, and me.”\n\nShe waited, till with quickened breath\n She spoke, as one who banisheth\n Reserves that lovecraft heeds so well,\n To ease some mighty wish to tell:\n    “’Twas I,” said she,\n    “Who wrote thus clinchingly.\n\n“My lover’s wife—aye, wife!—knew nought\n Of what we felt, and bore, and thought . . .\n He’d said: ‘I wed with thee or die:\n She stands between, ’tis true.  But why?\n    Do thou agree,\n    And—she shalt cease to be.’\n\n“How I held back, how love supreme\n Involved me madly in his scheme\n Why should I say? . . . I wrote assent\n (You found it hid) to his intent . . .\n    She—died . . . But he\n    Came not to wed with me.\n\n“O shrink not, Love!—Had these eyes seen\n But once thine own, such had not been!\n But we were strangers . . . Thus the plot\n Cleared passion’s path.—Why came he not\n    To wed with me? . . .\n    He wived the gibbet-tree.”\n\n—Under that oak of heretofore\n Sat Sweetheart mine with me no more:\n By many a Fiord, and Strom, and Fleuve\n Have I since wandered . . . Soon, for love,\n    Distraught went she—\n    ’Twas said for love of me.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page435","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page435","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. Preface, editorial footnotes and page numbers omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"409e11e88bd0133109b522a0c0b342811013a887d73daeaa6c08e497e53d46e2","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page439","title":"HER LATE HUSBAND (KING’S-HINTOCK, 182–.)","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"“No—not where I shall make my own;\n    But dig his grave just by\n The woman’s with the initialed stone—\n    As near as he can lie—\n After whose death he seemed to ail,\n    Though none considered why.\n\n“And when I also claim a nook,\n    And your feet tread me in,\n Bestow me, under my old name,\n    Among my kith and kin,\n That strangers gazing may not dream\n    I did a husband win.”\n\n“Widow, your wish shall be obeyed;\n    Though, thought I, certainly\n You’d lay him where your folk are laid,\n    And your grave, too, will be,\n As custom hath it; you to right,\n    And on the left hand he.”\n\n“Aye, sexton; such the Hintock rule,\n    And none has said it nay;\n But now it haps a native here\n    Eschews that ancient way . . .\n And it may be, some Christmas night,\n    When angels walk, they’ll say:\n\n“‘O strange interment!  Civilized lands\n    Afford few types thereof;\n Here is a man who takes his rest\n    Beside his very Love,\n Beside the one who was his wife\n    In our sight up above!’”","themes":["love","time","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page439","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page439","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page441","title":"THE SELF-UNSEEING","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Here is the ancient floor,\n Footworn and hollowed and thin,\n Here was the former door\n Where the dead feet walked in.\n\nShe sat here in her chair,\n Smiling into the fire;\n He who played stood there,\n Bowing it higher and higher.\n\nChildlike, I danced in a dream;\n Blessings emblazoned that day\n Everything glowed with a gleam;\n Yet we were looking away!","themes":["death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page441","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page441","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page443","title":"DE PROFUNDIS","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I\n\nWintertime nighs;\n But my bereavement-pain\n It cannot bring again:\n    Twice no one dies.\n\nFlower-petals flee;\n But, since it once hath been,\n No more that severing scene\n    Can harrow me.\n\nBirds faint in dread:\n I shall not lose old strength\n In the lone frost’s black length:\n    Strength long since fled!\n\nLeaves freeze to dun;\n But friends can not turn cold\n This season as of old\n    For him with none.\n\nTempests may scath;\n But love can not make smart\n Again this year his heart\n    Who no heart hath.\n\nBlack is night’s cope;\n But death will not appal\n One who, past doubtings all,\n    Waits in unhope.\n\np.\n445 II\n\nWhen the clouds’ swoln bosoms echo back the shouts of the many and strong\n That things are all as they best may be, save a few to be right ere long,\n And my eyes have not the vision in them to discern what to these is so clear,\n The blot seems straightway in me alone; one better he were not here.\n\nThe stout upstanders say, All’s well with us: ruers have nought to rue!\n And what the potent say so oft, can it fail to be somewhat true?\n Breezily go they, breezily come; their dust smokes around their career,\n Till I think I am one horn out of due time, who has no calling here.\n\nTheir dawns bring lusty joys, it seems; their eves exultance sweet;\n Our times are blessed times, they cry: Life shapes it as is most meet,\n And nothing is much the matter; there are many smiles to a tear;\n Then what is the matter is I, I say.  Why should such an one be here? . . .\n\nLet him to whose ears the low-voiced Best seems stilled by the clash of the First,\n Who holds that if way to the Better there be, it exacts a full look at the Worst,\n Who feels that delight is a delicate growth cramped by crookedness, custom, and fear,\n Get him up and be gone as one shaped awry; he disturbs the order here.\n\nThere have been times when I well might have passed and the ending have come—\n Points in my path when the dark might have stolen on me, artless, unrueing—\n Ere I had learnt that the world was a welter of futile doing:\n Such had been times when I well might have passed, and the ending have come!\n\nSay, on the noon when the half-sunny hours told that April was nigh,\n And I upgathered and cast forth the snow from the crocus-border,\n Fashioned and furbished the soil into a summer-seeming order,\n Glowing in gladsome faith that I quickened the year thereby.\n\nOr on that loneliest of eves when afar and benighted we stood,\n She who upheld me and I, in the midmost of Egdon together,\n Confident I in her watching and ward through the blackening heather,\n Deeming her matchless in might and with measureless scope endued.\n\nOr on that winter-wild night when, reclined by the chimney-nook quoin,\n Slowly a drowse overgat me, the smallest and feeblest of folk there,\n Weak from my baptism of pain; when at times and anon I awoke there—\n Heard of a world wheeling on, with no listing or longing to join.\n\nEven then! while unweeting that vision could vex or that knowledge could numb,\n That sweets to the mouth in the belly are bitter, and tart, and untoward,\n Then, on some dim-coloured scene should my briefly raised curtain have lowered,\n Then might the Voice that is law have said “Cease!” and the ending have come.","themes":["love","nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page443","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page443","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page451","title":"THE CHURCH-BUILDER","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The church flings forth a battled shade\n    Over the moon-blanched sward;\n The church; my gift; whereto I paid\n    My all in hand and hoard:\n       Lavished my gains\n       With stintless pains\n    To glorify the Lord.\n\nI squared the broad foundations in\n    Of ashlared masonry;\n I moulded mullions thick and thin,\n    Hewed fillet and ogee;\n       I circleted\n       Each sculptured head\n    With nimb and canopy.\n\nI called in many a craftsmaster\n    To fix emblazoned glass,\n To figure Cross and Sepulchre\n    On dossal, boss, and brass.\n       My gold all spent,\n       My jewels went\n    To gem the cups of Mass.\n\nI borrowed deep to carve the screen\n    And raise the ivoried Rood;\n I parted with my small demesne\n    To make my owings good.\n       Heir-looms unpriced\n       I sacrificed,\n    Until debt-free I stood.\n\nSo closed the task.  “Deathless the Creed\n    Here substanced!” said my soul:\n “I heard me bidden to this deed,\n    And straight obeyed the call.\n       Illume this fane,\n       That not in vain\n    I build it, Lord of all!”\n\nBut, as it chanced me, then and there\n    Did dire misfortunes burst;\n My home went waste for lack of care,\n    My sons rebelled and curst;\n       Till I confessed\n       That aims the best\n    Were looking like the worst.\n\nEnkindled by my votive work\n    No burning faith I find;\n The deeper thinkers sneer and smirk,\n    And give my toil no mind;\n       From nod and wink\n       I read they think\n    That I am fool and blind.\n\nMy gift to God seems futile, quite;\n    The world moves as erstwhile;\n And powerful wrong on feeble right\n    Tramples in olden style.\n       My faith burns down,\n       I see no crown;\n    But Cares, and Griefs, and Guile.\n\nSo now, the remedy?  Yea, this:\n    I gently swing the door\n Here, of my fane—no soul to wis—\n    And cross the patterned floor\n       To the rood-screen\n       That stands between\n    The nave and inner chore.\n\nThe rich red windows dim the moon,\n    But little light need I;\n I mount the prie-dieu, lately hewn\n    From woods of rarest dye;\n       Then from below\n       My garment, so,\n    I draw this cord, and tie\n\nOne end thereof around the beam\n    Midway ’twixt Cross and truss:\n I noose the nethermost extreme,\n    And in ten seconds thus\n       I journey hence—\n       To that land whence\n    No rumour reaches us.\n\nWell: Here at morn they’ll light on one\n    Dangling in mockery\n Of what he spent his substance on\n    Blindly and uselessly! . . .\n       “He might,” they’ll say,\n       “Have built, some way.\n    A cheaper gallows-tree!”","themes":["nature","spirituality","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page451","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page451","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page457","title":"THE LOST PYX A MEDIÆVAL LEGEND [457]","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Some say the spot is banned; that the pillar Cross-and-Hand\n    Attests to a deed of hell;\n But of else than of bale is the mystic tale\n    That ancient Vale-folk tell.\n\nEre Cernel’s Abbey ceased hereabout there dwelt a priest,\n    (In later life sub-prior\n Of the brotherhood there, whose bones are now bare\n    In the field that was Cernel choir).\n\nOne night in his cell at the foot of yon dell\n    The priest heard a frequent cry:\n “Go, father, in haste to the cot on the waste,\n    And shrive a man waiting to die.”\n\nSaid the priest in a shout to the caller without,\n    “The night howls, the tree-trunks bow;\n One may barely by day track so rugged a way,\n    And can I then do so now?”\n\nNo further word from the dark was heard,\n    And the priest moved never a limb;\n And he slept and dreamed; till a Visage seemed\n    To frown from Heaven at him.\n\nIn a sweat he arose; and the storm shrieked shrill,\n    And smote as in savage joy;\n While High-Stoy trees twanged to Bubb-Down Hill,\n    And Bubb-Down to High-Stoy.\n\nThere seemed not a holy thing in hail,\n    Nor shape of light or love,\n From the Abbey north of Blackmore Vale\n    To the Abbey south thereof.\n\nYet he plodded thence through the dark immense,\n    And with many a stumbling stride\n Through copse and briar climbed nigh and nigher\n    To the cot and the sick man’s side.\n\nWhen he would have unslung the Vessels uphung\n    To his arm in the steep ascent,\n He made loud moan: the Pyx was gone\n    Of the Blessed Sacrament.\n\nThen in dolorous dread he beat his head:\n    “No earthly prize or pelf\n Is the thing I’ve lost in tempest tossed,\n    But the Body of Christ Himself!”\n\nHe thought of the Visage his dream revealed,\n    And turned towards whence he came,\n Hands groping the ground along foot-track and field,\n    And head in a heat of shame.\n\nTill here on the hill, betwixt vill and vill,\n    He noted a clear straight ray\n Stretching down from the sky to a spot hard by,\n    Which shone with the light of day.\n\nAnd gathered around the illumined ground\n    Were common beasts and rare,\n All kneeling at gaze, and in pause profound\n    Attent on an object there.\n\n’Twas the Pyx, unharmed ’mid the circling rows\n    Of Blackmore’s hairy throng,\n Whereof were oxen, sheep, and does,\n    And hares from the brakes among;\n\nAnd badgers grey, and conies keen,\n    And squirrels of the tree,\n And many a member seldom seen\n    Of Nature’s family.\n\nThe ireful winds that scoured and swept\n    Through coppice, clump, and dell,\n Within that holy circle slept\n    Calm as in hermit’s cell.\n\nThen the priest bent likewise to the sod\n    And thanked the Lord of Love,\n And Blessed Mary, Mother of God,\n    And all the saints above.\n\nAnd turning straight with his priceless freight,\n    He reached the dying one,\n Whose passing sprite had been stayed for the rite\n    Without which bliss hath none.\n\nAnd when by grace the priest won place,\n    And served the Abbey well,\n He reared this stone to mark where shone\n    That midnight miracle.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page457","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page457","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page462","title":"TESS’S LAMENT","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I would that folk forgot me quite,\n          Forgot me quite!\n I would that I could shrink from sight,\n    And no more see the sun.\n Would it were time to say farewell,\n To claim my nook, to need my knell,\n Time for them all to stand and tell\n    Of my day’s work as done.\n\nAh! dairy where I lived so long,\n          I lived so long;\n Where I would rise up stanch and strong,\n    And lie down hopefully.\n ’Twas there within the chimney-seat\n He watched me to the clock’s slow beat—\n Loved me, and learnt to call me sweet,\n    And whispered words to me.\n\nAnd now he’s gone; and now he’s gone; . . .\n       And now he’s gone!\n The flowers we potted p’rhaps are thrown\n    To rot upon the farm.\n And where we had our supper-fire\n May now grow nettle, dock, and briar,\n And all the place be mould and mire\n    So cozy once and warm.\n\nAnd it was I who did it all,\n          Who did it all;\n ’Twas I who made the blow to fall\n    On him who thought no guile.\n Well, it is finished—past, and he\n Has left me to my misery,\n And I must take my Cross on me\n    For wronging him awhile.\n\nHow gay we looked that day we wed,\n       That day we wed!\n “May joy be with ye!” all o’m said\n    A standing by the durn.\n I wonder what they say o’s now,\n And if they know my lot; and how\n She feels who milks my favourite cow,\n    And takes my place at churn!\n\nIt wears me out to think of it,\n       To think of it;\n I cannot bear my fate as writ,\n    I’d have my life unbe;\n Would turn my memory to a blot,\n Make every relic of me rot,\n My doings be as they were not,\n    And what they’ve brought to me!","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page462","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page462","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page465","title":"THE SUPPLANTER A TALE","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"He bends his travel-tarnished feet\n    To where she wastes in clay:\n From day-dawn until eve he fares\n    Along the wintry way;\n From day-dawn until eve repairs\n    Unto her mound to pray.\n\n“Are these the gravestone shapes that meet\n    My forward-straining view?\n Or forms that cross a window-blind\n    In circle, knot, and queue:\n Gay forms, that cross and whirl and wind\n    To music throbbing through?”—\n\n“The Keeper of the Field of Tombs\n    Dwells by its gateway-pier;\n He celebrates with feast and dance\n    His daughter’s twentieth year:\n He celebrates with wine of France\n    The birthday of his dear.”—\n\n“The gates are shut when evening glooms:\n    Lay down your wreath, sad wight;\n To-morrow is a time more fit\n    For placing flowers aright:\n The morning is the time for it;\n    Come, wake with us to-night!”—\n\nHe grounds his wreath, and enters in,\n    And sits, and shares their cheer.—\n “I fain would foot with you, young man,\n    Before all others here;\n I fain would foot it for a span\n    With such a cavalier!”\n\nShe coaxes, clasps, nor fails to win\n    His first-unwilling hand:\n The merry music strikes its staves,\n    The dancers quickly band;\n And with the damsel of the graves\n    He duly takes his stand.\n\n“You dance divinely, stranger swain,\n    Such grace I’ve never known.\n O longer stay!  Breathe not adieu\n    And leave me here alone!\n O longer stay: to her be true\n    Whose heart is all your own!”—\n\n“I mark a phantom through the pane,\n    That beckons in despair,\n Its mouth all drawn with heavy moan—\n    Her to whom once I sware!”—\n “Nay; ’tis the lately carven stone\n    Of some strange girl laid there!”—\n\n“I see white flowers upon the floor\n    Betrodden to a clot;\n My wreath were they?”—“Nay; love me much,\n    Swear you’ll forget me not!\n ’Twas but a wreath!  Full many such\n    Are brought here and forgot.”\n\nThe watches of the night grow hoar,\n    He rises ere the sun;\n “Now could I kill thee here!” he says,\n    “For winning me from one\n Who ever in her living days\n    Was pure as cloistered nun!”\n\nShe cowers, and he takes his track\n    Afar for many a mile,\n For evermore to be apart\n    From her who could beguile\n His senses by her burning heart,\n    And win his love awhile.\n\nA year: and he is travelling back\n    To her who wastes in clay;\n From day-dawn until eve he fares\n    Along the wintry way,\n From day-dawn until eve repairs\n    Unto her mound to pray.\n\nAnd there he sets him to fulfil\n    His frustrate first intent:\n And lay upon her bed, at last,\n    The offering earlier meant:\n When, on his stooping figure, ghast\n    And haggard eyes are bent.\n\n“O surely for a little while\n    You can be kind to me!\n For do you love her, do you hate,\n    She knows not—cares not she:\n Only the living feel the weight\n    Of loveless misery!\n\n“I own my sin; I’ve paid its cost,\n    Being outcast, shamed, and bare:\n I give you daily my whole heart,\n    Your babe my tender care,\n I pour you prayers; and aye to part\n    Is more than I can bear!”\n\nHe turns—unpitying, passion-tossed;\n    “I know you not!” he cries,\n “Nor know your child.  I knew this maid,\n    But she’s in Paradise!”\n And swiftly in the winter shade\n    He breaks from her and flies.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page465","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page465","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. Preface, editorial footnotes and page numbers omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"2faa93e2c85301db3d20f0deac3cd560e50bb342adcb360031be5e51dd45578e","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page473","title":"SAPPHIC FRAGMENT","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Dead shalt thou lie; and nought\n    Be told of thee or thought,\n For thou hast plucked not of the Muses’ tree:\n    And even in Hades’ halls\n    Amidst thy fellow-thralls\n No friendly shade thy shade shall company!","themes":["nature","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page473","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page473","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page474","title":"CATULLUS: XXXI (After passing Sirmione, April 1887.)","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Sirmio, thou dearest dear of strands\n That Neptune strokes in lake and sea,\n With what high joy from stranger lands\n Doth thy old friend set foot on thee!\n Yea, barely seems it true to me\n That no Bithynia holds me now,\n But calmly and assuringly\n Around me stretchest homely Thou.\n\nIs there a scene more sweet than when\n Our clinging cares are undercast,\n And, worn by alien moils and men,\n The long untrodden sill repassed,\n We press the pined for couch at last,\n And find a full repayment there?\n Then hail, sweet Sirmio; thou that wast,\n And art, mine own unrivalled Fair!","themes":["love","time","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page474","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page474","sourceNote":"Original English verse. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page476","title":"AFTER SCHILLER","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Knight, a true sister-love\n    This heart retains;\n Ask me no other love,\n    That way lie pains!\n\nCalm must I view thee come,\n    Calm see thee go;\n Tale-telling tears of thine\n    I must not know!","themes":["love","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page476","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page476","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page477","title":"SONG FROM HEINE","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I scanned her picture dreaming,\n    Till each dear line and hue\n Was imaged, to my seeming,\n    As if it lived anew.\n\nHer lips began to borrow\n    Their former wondrous smile;\n Her fair eyes, faint with sorrow,\n    Grew sparkling as erstwhile.\n\nSuch tears as often ran not\n    Ran then, my love, for thee;\n And O, believe I cannot\n    That thou are lost to me!","themes":["love","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page477","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page477","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page479","title":"FROM VICTOR HUGO","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Child, were I king, I’d yield my royal rule,\n    My chariot, sceptre, vassal-service due,\n My crown, my porphyry-basined waters cool,\n My fleets, whereto the sea is but a pool,\n    For a glance from you!\n\nLove, were I God, the earth and its heaving airs,\n    Angels, the demons abject under me,\n Vast chaos with its teeming womby lairs,\n Time, space, all would I give—aye, upper spheres,\n    For a kiss from thee!","themes":["love","time","spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page479","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page479","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page480","title":"CARDINAL BEMBO’S EPITAPH ON RAPHAEL","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Here’s one in whom Nature feared—faint at such vying—\n Eclipse while he lived, and decease at his dying.","themes":["death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page480","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page480","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page483","title":"“I HAVE LIVED WITH SHADES”","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I have lived with shades so long,\n And talked to them so oft,\n Since forth from cot and croft\n I went mankind among,\n    That sometimes they\n    In their dim style\n    Will pause awhile\n    To hear my say;\n\nAnd take me by the hand,\n And lead me through their rooms\n In the To-be, where Dooms\n Half-wove and shapeless stand:\n    And show from there\n    The dwindled dust\n    And rot and rust\n    Of things that were.\n\n“Now turn,” spake they to me\n One day: “Look whence we came,\n And signify his name\n Who gazes thence at thee.”—\n    —“Nor name nor race\n    Know I, or can,”\n    I said, “Of man\n    So commonplace.\n\n“He moves me not at all;\n I note no ray or jot\n Of rareness in his lot,\n Or star exceptional.\n    Into the dim\n    Dead throngs around\n    He’ll sink, nor sound\n    Be left of him.”\n\n“Yet,” said they, “his frail speech,\n Hath accents pitched like thine—\n Thy mould and his define\n A likeness each to each—\n    But go!  Deep pain\n    Alas, would be\n    His name to thee,\n    And told in vain!”","themes":["death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page483","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page483","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. Preface, editorial footnotes and page numbers omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"c6a77dfe183de554242b617ab421c379343e3340aed7add970be49fbe3bc6c8b","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page486","title":"MEMORY AND I","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"“O memory, where is now my youth,\n Who used to say that life was truth?”\n\n“I saw him in a crumbled cot\n    Beneath a tottering tree;\n That he as phantom lingers there\n    Is only known to me.”\n\n“O Memory, where is now my joy,\n Who lived with me in sweet employ?”\n\n“I saw him in gaunt gardens lone,\n    Where laughter used to be;\n That he as phantom wanders there\n    Is known to none but me.”\n\n“O Memory, where is now my hope,\n Who charged with deeds my skill and scope?”\n\n“I saw her in a tomb of tomes,\n    Where dreams are wont to be;\n That she as spectre haunteth there\n    Is only known to me.”\n\n“O Memory, where is now my faith,\n One time a champion, now a wraith?”\n\n“I saw her in a ravaged aisle,\n    Bowed down on bended knee;\n That her poor ghost outflickers there\n    Is known to none but me.”\n\n“O Memory, where is now my love,\n That rayed me as a god above?”\n\n“I saw him by an ageing shape\n    Where beauty used to be;\n That his fond phantom lingers there\n    Is only known to me.”","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page486","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page486","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. Preface, editorial footnotes and page numbers omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"bae844ed76ca5c6b6613c5cb3bf944149b6ece15355c7b86cdeca8ffd395ad07","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hardy-page489","title":"ἈΓΝΩΣΤΩι ΘΕΩι.","poet":"Thomas Hardy","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Long have I framed weak phantasies of Thee,\n    O Willer masked and dumb!\n    Who makest Life become,—\n As though by labouring all-unknowingly,\n    Like one whom reveries numb.\n\nHow much of consciousness informs Thy will\n    Thy biddings, as if blind,\n    Of death-inducing kind,\n Nought shows to us ephemeral ones who fill\n    But moments in Thy mind.\n\nPerhaps Thy ancient rote-restricted ways\n    Thy ripening rule transcends;\n    That listless effort tends\n To grow percipient with advance of days,\n    And with percipience mends.\n\nFor, in unwonted purlieus, far and nigh,\n    At whiles or short or long,\n    May be discerned a wrong\n Dying as of self-slaughter; whereat I\n    Would raise my voice in song.","themes":["death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3168/pg3168-images.html#page489","sourceId":"hardy","sourceEdition":"Poems of the Past and the Present (1901), Macmillan 1919 edition; Project Gutenberg 3168","sourceLocator":"page489","sourceNote":"Original English verse. Poem headings, stanzas and verse section labels retained. Preface, editorial footnotes and page numbers omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"8d20f753531d9d8d393b9c713f75d9ee76ffba6758e1e3803842652f02bc7c4c","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_3","title":"Goblin Market","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Morning and evening\nMaids heard the goblins cry:\n\"Come buy our orchard fruits,\nCome buy, come buy:\nApples and quinces,\nLemons and oranges,\nPlump unpecked cherries,\nMelons and raspberries,\nBloom-down-cheeked peaches,\nSwart-headed mulberries,\nWild free-born cranberries,\nCrab-apples, dewberries,\nPine-apples, blackberries,\nApricots, strawberries;--\nAll ripe together\nIn summer weather,--\nMorns that pass by,\nFair eves that fly;\nCome buy, come buy:\nOur grapes fresh from the vine,\nPomegranates full and fine,\nDates and sharp bullaces,\nRare pears and greengages,\nDamsons and bilberries,\nTaste them and try:\nCurrants and gooseberries,\nBright-fire-like barberries,\nFigs to fill your mouth,\nCitrons from the South,\nSweet to tongue and sound to eye;\nCome buy, come buy.\"\n\n  Evening by evening\nAmong the brookside rushes,\nLaura bowed her head to hear,\nLizzie veiled her blushes:\nCrouching close together\nIn the cooling weather,\nWith clasping arms and cautioning lips,\nWith tingling cheeks and finger-tips.\n\"Lie close,\" Laura said,\nPricking up her golden head:\n\"We must not look at goblin men,\nWe must not buy their fruits:\nWho knows upon what soil they fed\nTheir hungry thirsty roots?\"\n\"Come buy,\" call the goblins\nHobbling down the glen.\n\"O,\" cried Lizzie, \"Laura, Laura,\nYou should not peep at goblin men.\"\nLizzie covered up her eyes,\nCovered close lest they should look;\nLaura reared her glossy head,\nAnd whispered like the restless brook:\n\"Look, Lizzie, look, Lizzie,\nDown the glen tramp little men.\nOne hauls a basket,\nOne bears a plate,\nOne lugs a golden dish\nOf many pounds' weight.\nHow fair the vine must grow\nWhose grapes are so luscious;\nHow warm the wind must blow\nThrough those fruit bushes.\"\n\"No,\" said Lizzie, \"no, no, no;\nTheir offers should not charm us,\nTheir evil gifts would harm us.\"\nShe thrust a dimpled finger\nIn each ear, shut eyes and ran:\nCurious Laura chose to linger\nWondering at each merchant man.\nOne had a cat's face,\nOne whisked a tail,\nOne tramped at a rat's pace,\nOne crawled like a snail,\nOne like a wombat prowled obtuse and furry,\nOne like a ratel tumbled hurry-scurry.\nShe heard a voice like voice of doves\nCooing all together:\nThey sounded kind and full of loves\nIn the pleasant weather.\n\n  Laura stretched her gleaming neck\nLike a rush-imbedded swan,\nLike a lily from the beck,\nLike a moonlit poplar branch,\nLike a vessel at the launch\nWhen its last restraint is gone.\n\n  Backwards up the mossy glen\nTurned and trooped the goblin men,\nWith their shrill repeated cry,\n\"Come buy, come buy.\"\nWhen they reached where Laura was\nThey stood stock still upon the moss,\nLeering at each other,\nBrother with queer brother;\nSignalling each other,\nBrother with sly brother.\nOne set his basket down,\nOne reared his plate;\nOne began to weave a crown\nOf tendrils, leaves, and rough nuts brown\n(Men sell not such in any town);\nOne heaved the golden weight\nOf dish and fruit to offer her:\n\"Come buy, come buy,\" was still their cry.\nLaura stared but did not stir,\nLonged but had no money:\nThe whisk-tailed merchant bade her taste\nIn tones as smooth as honey,\nThe cat-faced purr'd,\nThe rat-paced spoke a word\nOf welcome, and the snail-paced even was heard;\nOne parrot-voiced and jolly\nCried \"Pretty Goblin\" still for \"Pretty Polly\";--\nOne whistled like a bird.\n\n  But sweet-tooth Laura spoke in haste:\n\"Good folk, I have no coin;\nTo take were to purloin:\nI have no copper in my purse,\nI have no silver either,\nAnd all my gold is on the furze\nThat shakes in windy weather\nAbove the rusty heather.\"\n\"You have much gold upon your head,\"\nThey answered altogether:\n\"Buy from us with a golden curl.\"\nShe clipped a precious golden lock,\nShe dropped a tear more rare than pearl,\nThen sucked their fruit globes fair or red:\nSweeter than honey from the rock,\nStronger than man-rejoicing wine,\nClearer than water flowed that juice;\nShe never tasted such before,\nHow should it cloy with length of use?\nShe sucked and sucked and sucked the more\nFruits which that unknown orchard bore;\nShe sucked until her lips were sore;\nThen flung the emptied rinds away,\nBut gathered up one kernel stone,\nAnd knew not was it night or day\nAs she turned home alone.\n\nLizzie met her at the gate\nFull of wise upbraidings:\n\"Dear, you should not stay so late,\nTwilight is not good for maidens;\nShould not loiter in the glen\nIn the haunts of goblin men.\nDo you not remember Jeanie,\nHow she met them in the moonlight,\nTook their gifts both choice and many,\nAte their fruits and wore their flowers\nPlucked from bowers\nWhere summer ripens at all hours?\nBut ever in the noonlight\nShe pined and pined away;\nSought them by night and day,\nFound them no more, but dwindled and grew gray,\nThen fell with the first snow,\nWhile to this day no grass will grow\nWhere she lies low:\nI planted daisies there a year ago\nThat never blow.\nYou should not loiter so.\"\n\"Nay, hush,\" said Laura:\n\"Nay, hush, my sister:\nI ate and ate my fill,\nYet my mouth waters still;\nTo-morrow night I will\nBuy more,\"--and kissed her.\n\"Have done with sorrow;\nI'll bring you plums to-morrow\nFresh on their mother twigs,\nCherries worth getting;\nYou cannot think what figs\nMy teeth have met in,\nWhat melons icy-cold\nPiled on a dish of gold\nToo huge for me to hold,\nWhat peaches with a velvet nap,\nPellucid grapes without one seed:\nOdorous indeed must be the mead\nWhereon they grow, and pure the wave they drink,\nWith lilies at the brink,\nAnd sugar-sweet their sap.\"\n\n  Golden head by golden head,\nLike two pigeons in one nest\nFolded in each other's wings,\nThey lay down in their curtained bed:\nLike two blossoms on one stem,\nLike two flakes of new-fallen snow,\nLike two wands of ivory\nTipped with gold for awful kings.\nMoon and stars gazed in at them,\nWind sang to them lullaby,\nLumbering owls forbore to fly,\nNot a bat flapped to and fro\nRound their rest:\nCheek to cheek and breast to breast\nLocked together in one nest.\n\nEarly in the morning\nWhen the first cock crowed his warning,\nNeat like bees, as sweet and busy,\nLaura rose with Lizzie:\nFetched in honey, milked the cows,\nAired and set to rights the house,\nKneaded cakes of whitest wheat,\nCakes for dainty mouths to eat,\nNext churned butter, whipped up cream,\nFed their poultry, sat and sewed;\nTalked as modest maidens should:\nLizzie with an open heart,\nLaura in an absent dream,\nOne content, one sick in part;\nOne warbling for the mere bright day's delight,\nOne longing for the night.\n\n  At length slow evening came:\nThey went with pitchers to the reedy brook;\nLizzie most placid in her look,\nLaura most like a leaping flame.\nThey drew the gurgling water from its deep;\nLizzie plucked purple and rich golden flags,\nThen turning homeward said: \"The sunset flushes\nThose furthest loftiest crags;\nCome, Laura, not another maiden lags,\nNo wilful squirrel wags,\nThe beasts and birds are fast asleep.\"\nBut Laura loitered still among the rushes\nAnd said the bank was steep.\n\nAnd said the hour was early still,\nThe dew not fallen, the wind not chill:\nListening ever, but not catching\nThe customary cry,\n\"Come buy, come buy,\"\nWith its iterated jingle\nOf sugar-baited words:\nNot for all her watching\nOnce discerning even one goblin\nRacing, whisking, tumbling, hobbling;\nLet alone the herds\nThat used to tramp along the glen,\nIn groups or single,\nOf brisk fruit-merchant men.\n\n  Till Lizzie urged: \"O Laura, come;\nI hear the fruit-call, but I dare not look:\nYou should not loiter longer at this brook:\nCome with me home.\nThe stars rise, the moon bends her arc,\nEach glow-worm winks her spark,\nLet us get home before the night grows dark;\nFor clouds may gather\nThough this is summer weather,\nPut out the lights and drench us through;\nThen if we lost our way what should we do?\"\n\n  Laura turned cold as stone\nTo find her sister heard that cry alone,\nThat goblin cry,\n\"Come buy our fruits, come buy.\"\nMust she then buy no more such dainty fruit?\nMust she no more such succous pasture find,\nGone deaf and blind?\nHer tree of life drooped from the root:\nShe said not one word in her heart's sore ache;\nBut peering thro' the dimness, naught discerning,\nTrudged home, her pitcher dripping all the way;\nSo crept to bed, and lay\nSilent till Lizzie slept;\nThen sat up in a passionate yearning,\nAnd gnashed her teeth for balked desire, and wept\nAs if her heart would break.\n\n  Day after day, night after night,\nLaura kept watch in vain,\nIn sullen silence of exceeding pain.\nShe never caught again the goblin cry:\n\"Come buy, come buy\";--\nShe never spied the goblin men\nHawking their fruits along the glen:\nBut when the noon waxed bright\nHer hair grew thin and gray;\nShe dwindled, as the fair full moon doth turn\nTo swift decay, and burn\nHer fire away.\n\n  One day remembering her kernel-stone\nShe set it by a wall that faced the south;\nDewed it with tears, hoped for a root,\nWatched for a waxing shoot,\nBut there came none;\nIt never saw the sun,\nIt never felt the trickling moisture run:\nWhile with sunk eyes and faded mouth\nShe dreamed of melons, as a traveller sees\nFalse waves in desert drouth\nWith shade of leaf-crowned trees,\nAnd burns the thirstier in the sandful breeze.\n\n  She no more swept the house,\nTended the fowls or cows,\nFetched honey, kneaded cakes of wheat,\nBrought water from the brook:\nBut sat down listless in the chimney-nook\nAnd would not eat.\n\n  Tender Lizzie could not bear\nTo watch her sister's cankerous care,\nYet not to share.\nShe night and morning\nCaught the goblins' cry:\n\"Come buy our orchard fruits,\nCome buy, come buy.\"\nBeside the brook, along the glen,\nShe heard the tramp of goblin men,\nThe voice and stir\nPoor Laura could not hear;\nLonged to buy fruit to comfort her,\nBut feared to pay too dear.\nShe thought of Jeanie in her grave,\nWho should have been a bride;\nBut who for joys brides hope to have\nFell sick and died\nIn her gay prime,\nIn earliest winter-time,\nWith the first glazing rime,\nWith the first snow-fall of crisp winter-time.\n\n  Till Laura, dwindling,\nSeemed knocking at Death's door:\nThen Lizzie weighed no more\nBetter and worse,\nBut put a silver penny in her purse,\nKissed Laura, crossed the heath with clumps of furze\nAt twilight, halted by the brook;\nAnd for the first time in her life\nBegan to listen and look.\n\n  Laughed every goblin\nWhen they spied her peeping:\nCame towards her hobbling,\nFlying, running, leaping,\nPuffing and blowing,\nChuckling, clapping, crowing,\nClucking and gobbling,\nMopping and mowing,\nFull of airs and graces,\nPulling wry faces,\nDemure grimaces,\nCat-like and rat-like,\nRatel and wombat-like,\nSnail-paced in a hurry,\nParrot-voiced and whistler,\nHelter-skelter, hurry-skurry,\nChattering like magpies,\nFluttering like pigeons,\nGliding like fishes,--\nHugged her and kissed her;\nSqueezed and caressed her;\nStretched up their dishes,\nPanniers and plates:\n\"Look at our apples\nRusset and dun,\nBob at our cherries,\nBite at our peaches,\nCitrons and dates,\nGrapes for the asking,\nPears red with basking\nOut in the sun,\nPlums on their twigs;\nPluck them and suck them,\nPomegranates, figs.\"\n\n  \"Good folk,\" said Lizzie,\nMindful of Jeanie,\n\"Give me much and many\";--\nHeld out her apron,\nTossed them her penny.\n\"Nay, take a seat with us,\nHonor and eat with us,\"\nThey answered grinning:\n\"Our feast is but beginning.\nNight yet is early,\nWarm and dew-pearly,\nWakeful and starry:\nSuch fruits as these\nNo man can carry;\nHalf their bloom would fly,\nHalf their dew would dry,\nHalf their flavor would pass by.\nSit down and feast with us,\nBe welcome guest with us,\nCheer you and rest with us.\"\n\"Thank you,\" said Lizzie; \"but one waits\nAt home alone for me:\nSo, without further parleying,\nIf you will not sell me any\nOf your fruits though much and many,\nGive me back my silver penny\nI tossed you for a fee.\"\nThey began to scratch their pates,\nNo longer wagging, purring,\nBut visibly demurring,\nGrunting and snarling.\nOne called her proud,\nCross-grained, uncivil;\nTheir tones waxed loud,\nTheir looks were evil.\nLashing their tails\nThey trod and hustled her,\nElbowed and jostled her,\nClawed with their nails,\nBarking, mewing, hissing, mocking,\nTore her gown and soiled her stocking,\nTwitched her hair out by the roots,\nStamped upon her tender feet,\nHeld her hands and squeezed their fruits\nAgainst her mouth to make her eat.\n\n  White and golden Lizzie stood,\nLike a lily in a flood,--\nLike a rock of blue-veined stone\nLashed by tides obstreperously,--\nLike a beacon left alone\nIn a hoary roaring sea,\nSending up a golden fire,--\nLike a fruit-crowned orange-tree\nWhite with blossoms honey-sweet\nSore beset by wasp and bee,--\nLike a royal virgin town\nTopped with gilded dome and spire\nClose beleaguered by a fleet\nMad to tug her standard down.\n\n  One may lead a horse to water,\nTwenty cannot make him drink.\nThough the goblins cuffed and caught her,\nCoaxed and fought her,\nBullied and besought her,\nScratched her, pinched her black as ink,\nKicked and knocked her,\nMauled and mocked her,\nLizzie uttered not a word;\nWould not open lip from lip\nLest they should cram a mouthful in;\nBut laughed in heart to feel the drip\nOf juice that syrupped all her face,\nAnd lodged in dimples of her chin,\nAnd streaked her neck which quaked like curd.\nAt last the evil people,\nWorn out by her resistance,\nFlung back her penny, kicked their fruit\nAlong whichever road they took,\nNot leaving root or stone or shoot.\nSome writhed into the ground,\nSome dived into the brook\nWith ring and ripple,\nSome scudded on the gale without a sound,\nSome vanished in the distance.\n\n  In a smart, ache, tingle,\nLizzie went her way;\nKnew not was it night or day;\nSprang up the bank, tore through the furze,\nThreaded copse and dingle,\nAnd heard her penny jingle\nBouncing in her purse,--\nIts bounce was music to her ear.\nShe ran and ran\nAs if she feared some goblin man\nDogged her with gibe or curse\nOr something worse:\nBut not one goblin skurried after,\nNor was she pricked by fear;\nThe kind heart made her windy-paced\nThat urged her home quite out of breath with haste\nAnd inward laughter.\n\n  She cried \"Laura,\" up the garden,\n\"Did you miss me?\nCome and kiss me.\nNever mind my bruises,\nHug me, kiss me, suck my juices\nSqueezed from goblin fruits for you,\nGoblin pulp and goblin dew.\nEat me, drink me, love me;\nLaura, make much of me:\nFor your sake I have braved the glen\nAnd had to do with goblin merchant men.\"\n\n  Laura started from her chair,\nFlung her arms up in the air,\nClutched her hair:\n\"Lizzie, Lizzie, have you tasted\nFor my sake the fruit forbidden?\nMust your light like mine be hidden,\nYour young life like mine be wasted,\nUndone in mine undoing\nAnd ruined in my ruin,\nThirsty, cankered, goblin-ridden?\"\nShe clung about her sister,\nKissed and kissed and kissed her:\nTears once again\nRefreshed her shrunken eyes,\nDropping like rain\nAfter long sultry drouth;\nShaking with aguish fear, and pain,\nShe kissed and kissed her with a hungry mouth.\n\n  Her lips began to scorch,\nThat juice was wormwood to her tongue,\nShe loathed the feast:\nWrithing as one possessed she leaped and sung,\nRent all her robe, and wrung\nHer hands in lamentable haste,\nAnd beat her breast.\nHer locks streamed like the torch\nBorne by a racer at full speed,\nOr like the mane of horses in their flight,\nOr like an eagle when she stems the light\nStraight toward the sun,\nOr like a caged thing freed,\nOr like a flying flag when armies run.\n\n  Swift fire spread through her veins, knocked at her heart,\nMet the fire smouldering there\nAnd overbore its lesser flame;\nShe gorged on bitterness without a name:\nAh! fool, to choose such part\nOf soul-consuming care!\nSense failed in the mortal strife:\nLike the watch-tower of a town\nWhich an earthquake shatters down,\nLike a lightning-stricken mast,\nLike a wind-uprooted tree\nSpun about,\nLike a foam-topped water-spout\nCast down headlong in the sea,\nShe fell at last;\nPleasure past and anguish past,\nIs it death or is it life?\n\n  Life out of death.\nThat night long Lizzie watched by her,\nCounted her pulse's flagging stir,\nFelt for her breath,\nHeld water to her lips, and cooled her face\nWith tears and fanning leaves:\nBut when the first birds chirped about their eaves,\nAnd early reapers plodded to the place\nOf golden sheaves,\nAnd dew-wet grass\nBowed in the morning winds so brisk to pass,\nAnd new buds with new day\nOpened of cup-like lilies on the stream,\nLaura awoke as from a dream,\nLaughed in the innocent old way,\nHugged Lizzie but not twice or thrice;\nHer gleaming locks showed not one thread of gray,\nHer breath was sweet as May,\nAnd light danced in her eyes.\n\n  Days, weeks, months, years\nAfterwards, when both were wives\nWith children of their own;\nTheir mother-hearts beset with fears,\nTheir lives bound up in tender lives;\nLaura would call the little ones\nAnd tell them of her early prime,\nThose pleasant days long gone\nOf not-returning time:\nWould talk about the haunted glen,\nThe wicked, quaint fruit-merchant men,\nTheir fruits like honey to the throat,\nBut poison in the blood;\n(Men sell not such in any town;)\nWould tell them how her sister stood\nIn deadly peril to do her good,\nAnd win the fiery antidote:\nThen joining hands to little hands\nWould bid them cling together,\n\"For there is no friend like a sister,\nIn calm or stormy weather,\nTo cheer one on the tedious way,\nTo fetch one if one goes astray,\nTo lift one if one totters down,\nTo strengthen whilst one stands.\"","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_3","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_23","title":"In The Round Tower At Jhansi, June 8, 1857","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"A hundred, a thousand to one; even so;\n  Not a hope in the world remained:\nThe swarming, howling wretches below\n  Gained and gained and gained.\n\nSkene looked at his pale young wife:--\n  \"Is the time come?\"--\"The time is come!\"--\nYoung, strong, and so full of life:\n  The agony struck them dumb.\n\nClose his arm about her now,\n  Close her cheek to his,\nClose the pistol to her brow--\n  God forgive them this!\n\n\"Will it hurt much?\"--\"No, mine own:\n  I wish I could bear the pang for both.\"\n\"I wish I could bear the pang alone:\n  Courage, dear, I am not loth.\"\n\nKiss and kiss: \"It is not pain\n  Thus to kiss and die.\nOne kiss more.\"--\"And yet one again.\"--\n  \"Good by.\"--\"Good by.\"\n\nNote.--I retain this little poem, not as historically accurate,\nbut as written and published before I heard the supposed\nfacts of its first verse contradicted.","themes":["love","hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_23","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_24","title":"Dream-Land","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Where sunless rivers weep\nTheir waves into the deep,\nShe sleeps a charmèd sleep:\n  Awake her not.\nLed by a single star,\nShe came from very far\nTo seek where shadows are\n  Her pleasant lot.\n\nShe left the rosy morn,\nShe left the fields of corn,\nFor twilight cold and lorn\n  And water springs.\nThrough sleep, as through a veil,\nShe sees the sky look pale,\nAnd hears the nightingale\n  That sadly sings.\n\nRest, rest, a perfect rest\nShed over brow and breast;\nHer face is toward the west,\n  The purple land.\nShe cannot see the grain\nRipening on hill and plain;\nShe cannot feel the rain\n  Upon her hand.\n\nRest, rest, forevermore\nUpon a mossy shore;\nRest, rest at the heart's core\n  Till time shall cease:\nSleep that no pain shall wake,\nNight that no morn shall break,\nTill joy shall overtake\n  Her perfect peace.","themes":["love","grief","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_24","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_25","title":"At Home","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"When I was dead, my spirit turned\n  To seek the much-frequented house\nI passed the door, and saw my friends\n  Feasting beneath green orange-boughs;\nFrom hand to hand they pushed the wine,\n  They sucked the pulp of plum and peach;\nThey sang, they jested, and they laughed,\n  For each was loved of each.\n\nI listened to their honest chat:\n  Said one: \"To-morrow we shall be\nPlod plod along the featureless sands,\n  And coasting miles and miles of sea.\"\nSaid one: \"Before the turn of tide\n  We will achieve the eyrie-seat.\"\nSaid one: \"To-morrow shall be like\n  To-day, but much more sweet.\"\n\n\"To-morrow,\" said they, strong with hope,\n  And dwelt upon the pleasant way:\n\"To-morrow,\" cried they, one and all,\n  While no one spoke of yesterday.\nTheir life stood full at blessed noon;\n  I, only I, had passed away:\n\"To-morrow and to-day,\" they cried;\n  I was of yesterday.\n\nI shivered comfortless, but cast\n  No chill across the table-cloth;\nI, all-forgotten, shivered, sad\n  To stay, and yet to part how loth:\nI passed from the familiar room,\n  I who from love had passed away,\nLike the remembrance of a guest\n  That tarrieth but a day.","themes":["love","hope","death","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_25","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_26","title":"From Sunset To Star Rise","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not:\n  I am no summer friend, but wintry cold,\n  A silly sheep benighted from the fold,\nA sluggard with a thorn-choked garden plot.\nTake counsel, sever from my lot your lot,\n  Dwell in your pleasant places, hoard your gold;\n  Lest you with me should shiver on the wold,\nAthirst and hungering on a barren spot.\n\nFor I have hedged me with a thorny hedge,\n  I live alone, I look to die alone:\nYet sometimes when a wind sighs through the sedge,\n  Ghosts of my buried years and friends come back,\nMy heart goes sighing after swallows flown\n  On sometime summer's unreturning track.","themes":["love","nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_26","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_27","title":"Love From The North","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I had a love in soft south land,\n  Beloved through April far in May;\nHe waited on my lightest breath,\n  And never dared to say me nay.\n\nHe saddened if my cheer was sad,\n  But gay he grew if I was gay;\nWe never differed on a hair,\n  My yes his yes, my nay his nay.\n\nThe wedding hour was come, the aisles\n  Were flushed with sun and flowers that day;\nI pacing balanced in my thoughts,--\n  \"It's quite too late to think of nay.\"--\n\nMy bridegroom answered in his turn,\n  Myself had almost answered \"yea\":\nWhen through the flashing nave I heard.\n  A struggle and resounding \"nay.\"\n\nBridemaids and bridegroom shrank in fear,\n  But I stood high who stood at bay:\n\"And if I answer yea, fair Sir,\n  What man art thou to bar with nay?\"\n\nHe was a strong man from the north,\n  Light-locked, with eyes of dangerous gray:\n\"Put yea by for another time\n  In which I will not say thee nay.\"\n\nHe took me in his strong white arms,\n  He bore me on his horse away\nO'er crag, morass, and hair-breadth pass,\n  But never asked me yea or nay.\n\nHe made me fast with book and bell,\n  With links of love he makes me stay;\nTill now I've neither heart nor power\n  Nor will nor wish to say him nay.","themes":["love","nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_27","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_29","title":"Winter Rain","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Every valley drinks,\n  Every dell and hollow:\nWhere the kind rain sinks and sinks,\n  Green of Spring will follow.\n\nYet a lapse of weeks\n  Buds will burst their edges,\nStrip their wool-coats, glue-coats, streaks,\n  In the woods and hedges;\n\nWeave a bower of love\n  For birds to meet each other,\nWeave a canopy above\n  Nest and egg and mother.\n\nBut for fattening rain\n  We should have no flowers,\nNever a bud or leaf again\n  But for soaking showers;\n\nNever a mated bird\n  In the rocking tree-tops,\nNever indeed a flock or herd\n  To graze upon the lea-crops.\n\nLambs so woolly white,\n  Sheep the sun-bright leas on,\nThey could have no grass to bite\n  But for rain in season.\n\nWe should find no moss\n  In the shadiest places,\nFind no waving meadow-grass\n  Pied with broad-eyed daisies;\n\nBut miles of barren sand,\n  With never a son or daughter,\nNot a lily on the land,\n  Or lily on the water.","themes":["love","nature","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_29","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_30","title":"A Dirge","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Why were you born when the snow was falling?\nYou should have come to the cuckoo's calling,\nOr when grapes are green in the cluster,\nOr, at least, when lithe swallows muster\n  For their far off flying\n  From summer dying.\n\nWhy did you die when the lambs were cropping?\nYou should have died at the apples' dropping,\nWhen the grasshopper comes to trouble,\nAnd the wheat-fields are sodden stubble,\n  And all winds go sighing\n  For sweet things dying.","themes":["nature","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_30","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_30","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"3de1d2d973b62823f9987f2d5e59a74a2449e611b710e6bf0a7786fc08760dca","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_31","title":"Confluents","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"As rivers seek the sea,\n  Much more deep than they,\nSo my soul seeks thee\n  Far away:\nAs running rivers moan\nOn their course alone\n  So I moan\n  Left alone.\n\nAs the delicate rose\n  To the sun's sweet strength\nDoth herself unclose,\n  Breadth and length:\nSo spreads my heart to thee\nUnveiled utterly,\n  I to thee\n  Utterly.\n\nAs morning dew exhales\n  Sunwards pure and free,\nSo my spirit fails\n  After thee:\nAs dew leaves not a trace\nOn the green earth's face;\n  I, no trace\n  On thy face.\n\nIts goal the river knows,\n  Dewdrops find a way,\nSunlight cheers the rose\n  In her day:\nShall I, lone sorrow past,\nFind thee at the last?\n  Sorrow past,\n  Thee at last?","themes":["love","nature","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_31","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_32","title":"Noble Sisters","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"\"Now did you mark a falcon,\n  Sister dear, sister dear,\nFlying toward my window\n  In the morning cool and clear?\nWith jingling bells about her neck,\n  But what beneath her wing?\nIt may have been a ribbon,\n  Or it may have been a ring.\"--\n      \"I marked a falcon swooping\n        At the break of day:\n      And for your love, my sister dove,\n        I 'frayed the thief away.\"--\n\n\"Or did you spy a ruddy hound,\n  Sister fair and tall,\nWent snuffing round my garden bound,\n  Or crouched by my bower wall?\nWith a silken leash about his neck;\n  But in his mouth may be\nA chain of gold and silver links,\n  Or a letter writ to me.\"--\n      \"I heard a hound, high-born sister,\n        Stood baying at the moon:\n      I rose and drove him from your wall\n        Lest you should wake too soon.\"--\n\n\"Or did you meet a pretty page\n  Sat swinging on the gate;\nSat whistling, whistling like a bird,\n  Or may be slept too late:\nWith eaglets broidered on his cap,\n  And eaglets on his glove?\nIf you had turned his pockets out,\n  You had found some pledge of love.\"--\n      \"I met him at this daybreak,\n        Scarce the east was red:\n      Lest the creaking gate should anger you,\n        I packed him home to bed.\"--\n\n\"O patience, sister. Did you see\n  A young man tall and strong,\nSwift-footed to uphold the right\n  And to uproot the wrong,\nCome home across the desolate sea\n  To woo me for his wife?\nAnd in his heart my heart is locked,\n  And in his life my life.\"--\n      \"I met a nameless man, sister,\n        Who loitered round our door:\n      I said: Her husband loves her much.\n        And yet she loves him more.\"--\n\n\"Fie, sister, fie, a wicked lie,\n  A lie, a wicked lie;\nI have none other love but him,\n  Nor will have till I die.\nAnd you have turned him from our door,\n  And stabbed him with a lie:\nI will go seek him thro' the world\n  In sorrow till I die.\"--\n      \"Go seek in sorrow, sister,\n        And find in sorrow too:\n      If thus you shame our father's name\n        My curse go forth with you.\"","themes":["love","nature","grief","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_32","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_34","title":"Spring","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Frost-locked all the winter,\nSeeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,\nWhat shall make their sap ascend\nThat they may put forth shoots?\nTips of tender green,\nLeaf, or blade, or sheath;\nTelling of the hidden life\nThat breaks forth underneath,\nLife nursed in its grave by Death.\n\nBlows the thaw-wind pleasantly,\nDrips the soaking rain,\nBy fits looks down the waking sun:\nYoung grass springs on the plain;\nYoung leaves clothe early hedgerow trees;\nSeeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,\nSwollen with sap, put forth their shoots;\nCurled-headed ferns sprout in the lane;\nBirds sing and pair again.\n\nThere is no time like Spring,\nWhen life's alive in everything,\nBefore new nestlings sing,\nBefore cleft swallows speed their journey back\nAlong the trackless track,--\nGod guides their wing,\nHe spreads their table that they nothing lack,--\nBefore the daisy grows a common flower,\nBefore the sun has power\nTo scorch the world up in his noontide hour.\n\nThere is no time like Spring,\nLike Spring that passes by;\nThere is no life like Spring-life born to die,--\nPiercing the sod,\nClothing the uncouth clod,\nHatched in the nest,\nFledged on the windy bough,\nStrong on the wing:\nThere is no time like Spring that passes by,\nNow newly born, and now\nHastening to die.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_34","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_36","title":"The Lambs Of Grasmere, 1860","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"The upland flocks grew starved and thinned:\n  Their shepherds scarce could feed the lambs\nWhose milkless mothers butted them,\n  Or who were orphaned of their dams.\nThe lambs athirst for mother's milk\n  Filled all the place with piteous sounds:\nTheir mothers' bones made white for miles\n  The pastureless wet pasture grounds.\n\nDay after day, night after night,\n  From lamb to lamb the shepherds went,\nWith teapots for the bleating mouths\n  Instead of nature's nourishment.\nThe little shivering gaping things\n  Soon knew the step that brought them aid,\nAnd fondled the protecting hand,\n  And rubbed it with a woolly head.\n\nThen, as the days waxed on to weeks,\n  It was a pretty sight to see\nThese lambs with frisky heads and tails\n  Skipping and leaping on the lea,\nBleating in tender, trustful tones,\n  Resting on rocky crag or mound,\nAnd following the beloved feet\n  That once had sought for them and found.\n\nThese very shepherds of their flocks,\n  These loving lambs so meek to please,\nAre worthy of recording words\n  And honor in their due degrees:\nSo I might live a hundred years,\n  And roam from strand to foreign strand,\nYet not forget this flooded spring\n  And scarce-saved lambs of Westmoreland.","themes":["love","nature","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_36","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_37","title":"A Birthday","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"My heart is like a singing bird\n  Whose nest is in a watered shoot;\nMy heart is like an apple-tree\n  Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;\nMy heart is like a rainbow shell\n  That paddles in a halcyon sea;\nMy heart is gladder than all these\n  Because my love is come to me.\n\nRaise me a dais of silk and down;\n  Hang it with vair and purple dyes;\nCarve it in doves and pomegranates,\n  And peacocks with a hundred eyes;\nWork it in gold and silver grapes,\n  In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;\nBecause the birthday of my life\n  Is come, my love is come to me.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_37","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_38","title":"Remember","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"SONNET.\n\nRemember me when I am gone away,\n  Gone far away into the silent land;\n  When you can no more hold me by the hand,\nNor I half turn to go yet turning stay.\nRemember me when no more, day by day,\n  You tell me of our future that you planned:\n  Only remember me; you understand\nIt will be late to counsel then or pray.\nYet if you should forget me for a while\n  And afterwards remember, do not grieve:\n  For if the darkness and corruption leave\n  A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,\nBetter by far you should forget and smile\n  Than that you should remember and be sad.","themes":["time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_38","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_39","title":"After Death","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"SONNET.\n\nThe curtains were half drawn, the floor was swept\n  And strewn with rushes, rosemary and may\n  Lay thick upon the bed on which I lay,\nWhere through the lattice ivy-shadows crept.\nHe leaned above me, thinking that I slept\n  And could not hear him; but I heard him say:\n  \"Poor child, poor child\": and as he turned away\nCame a deep silence, and I knew he wept.\nHe did not touch the shroud, or raise the fold\n  That hid my face, or take my hand in his,\n    Or ruffle the smooth pillows for my head:\n    He did not love me living; but once dead\n  He pitied me; and very sweet it is\nTo know he still is warm though I am cold.","themes":["love","loneliness","death","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_39","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_40","title":"An End","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Love, strong as Death, is dead.\nCome, let us make his bed\nAmong the dying flowers:\nA green turf at his head;\nAnd a stone at his feet,\nWhereon we may sit\nIn the quiet evening hours.\n\nHe was born in the Spring,\nAnd died before the harvesting:\nOn the last warm summer day\nHe left us; he would not stay\nFor autumn twilight, cold and gray.\nSit we by his grave, and sing\nHe is gone away.\n\nTo few chords and sad and low\nSing we so:\nBe our eyes fixed on the grass\nShadow-veiled as the years pass,\nWhile we think of all that was\nIn the long ago.","themes":["love","nature","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_40","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_41","title":"My Dream","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Hear now a curious dream I dreamed last night,\nEach word whereof is weighed and sifted truth.\n\n  I stood beside Euphrates while it swelled\nLike overflowing Jordan in its youth:\nIt waxed and colored sensibly to sight,\nTill out of myriad pregnant waves there welled\nYoung crocodiles, a gaunt blunt-featured crew,\nFresh-hatched perhaps and daubed with birthday dew.\nThe rest if I should tell, I fear my friend,\nMy closest friend, would deem the facts untrue;\nAnd therefore it were wisely left untold;\nYet if you will, why, hear it to the end.\n\n  Each crocodile was girt with massive gold\nAnd polished stones, that with their wearers grew:\nBut one there was who waxed beyond the rest,\nWore kinglier girdle and a kingly crown,\nWhilst crowns and orbs and sceptres starred his breast.\nAll gleamed compact and green with scale on scale,\nBut special burnishment adorned his mail,\nAnd special terror weighed upon his frown;\nHis punier brethren quaked before his tail,\nBroad as a rafter, potent as a flail.\nSo he grew lord and master of his kin:\nBut who shall tell the tale of all their woes?\nAn execrable appetite arose,\nHe battened on them, crunched, and sucked them in.\nHe knew no law, he feared no binding law,\nBut ground them with inexorable jaw:\nThe luscious fat distilled upon his chin,\nExuded from his nostrils and his eyes,\nWhile still like hungry death he fed his maw;\nTill every minor crocodile being dead\nAnd buried too, himself gorged to the full,\nHe slept with breath oppressed and unstrung claw.\nO marvel passing strange which next I saw:\nIn sleep he dwindled to the common size,\nAnd all the empire faded from his coat.\nThen from far off a wingèd vessel came,\nSwift as a swallow, subtle as a flame:\nI know not what it bore of freight or host,\nBut white it was as an avenging ghost.\nIt levelled strong Euphrates in its course;\nSupreme yet weightless as an idle mote\nIt seemed to tame the waters without force\nTill not a murmur swelled or billow beat:\nLo, as the purple shadow swept the sands,\nThe prudent crocodile rose on his feet\nAnd shed appropriate tears and wrung his hands.\n\n  What can it mean? you ask. I answer not\nFor meaning, but myself must echo, What?\nAnd tell it as I saw it on the spot.","themes":["nature","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_41","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_41","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"cd1aae624fa162298414e83c84684690fcda5f7ad04156447d1cc6a308eb10c7","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_43","title":"Song","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"O roses for the flush of youth,\n  And laurel for the perfect prime;\nBut pluck an ivy branch for me\n  Grown old before my time.\n\nO violets for the grave of youth,\n  And bay for those dead in their prime;\nGive me the withered leaves I chose\n  Before in the old time.","themes":["nature","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_43","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_43","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"f71e9bf680fea379868e5df21b687dd77b31183e389e3beecc96e674bb1a109a","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-p_43B","title":"The Hour And The Ghost","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"BRIDE.\n\nO love, love, hold me fast,--\nHe draws me away from thee;\nI cannot stem the blast,\nNor the cold strong sea:\nFar away a light shines\nBeyond the hills and pines;\nIt is lit for me.\n\n            BRIDEGROOM.\n\nI have thee close, my dear,\nNo terror can come near;\nOnly far off the northern light shines clear.\n\n            GHOST.\n\nCome with me, fair and false,\nTo our home, come home.\nIt is my voice that calls:\nOnce thou wast not afraid\nWhen I wooed, and said,\n\"Come, our nest is newly made,\"--\nNow cross the tossing foam.\n\n            BRIDE.\n\nHold me one moment longer,\nHe taunts me with the past,\nHis clutch is waxing stronger,\nHold me fast, hold me fast.\nHe draws me from thy heart,\nAnd I cannot withhold:\nHe bids my spirit depart\nWith him into the cold:--\nO bitter vows of old!\n\n            BRIDEGROOM.\n\nLean on me, hide thine eyes:\nOnly ourselves, earth and skies,\nAre present here: be wise.\n\n            GHOST.\n\nLean on me, come away,\nI will guide and steady:\nCome, for I will not stay:\nCome, for house and bed are ready.\nAh, sure bed and house,\nFor better and worse, for life and death:\nGoal won with shortened breath:\nCome, crown our vows.\n\n            BRIDE.\n\nOne moment, one more word,\nWhile my heart beats still,\nWhile my breath is stirred\nBy my fainting will.\nO friend forsake me not,\nForget not as I forgot:\nBut keep thy heart for me,\nKeep thy faith true and bright;\nThrough the lone cold winter night\nPerhaps I may come to thee.\n\n            BRIDEGROOM.\n\nNay, peace, my darling, peace:\nLet these dreams and terrors cease:\nWho spoke of death or change or aught but ease?\n\n            GHOST.\n\nO fair frail sin,\nO poor harvest gathered in!\nThou shalt visit him again\nTo watch his heart grow cold;\nTo know the gnawing pain\nI knew of old;\nTo see one much more fair\nFill up the vacant chair,\nFill his heart, his children bear:--\nWhile thou and I together\nIn the outcast weather\nToss and howl and spin.","themes":["love","nature","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#p_43B","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_46","title":"A Summer Wish","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Live all thy sweet life through\n  Sweet Rose, dew-sprent,\nDrop down thine evening dew\nTo gather it anew\nWhen day is bright:\n  I fancy thou wast meant\nChiefly to give delight.\n\nSing in the silent sky,\n  Glad soaring bird;\nSing out thy notes on high\nTo sunbeam straying by\nOr passing cloud;\n  Heedless if thou art heard\nSing thy full song aloud.\n\nO that it were with me\n  As with the flower;\nBlooming on its own tree\nFor butterfly and bee\nIts summer morns:\n  That I might bloom mine hour\nA rose in spite of thorns.\n\nO that my work were done\n  As birds' that soar\nRejoicing in the sun:\nThat when my time is run\nAnd daylight too,\n  I so might rest once more\nCool with refreshing dew.","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_46","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_47","title":"An Apple Gathering","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree,\n  And wore them all that evening in my hair:\nThen in due season when I went to see\n  I found no apples there.\n\nWith dangling basket all along the grass\n  As I had come I went the selfsame track:\nMy neighbors mocked me while they saw me pass\n  So empty-handed back.\n\nLilian and Lilias smiled in trudging by,\n  Their heaped-up basket teased me like a jeer;\nSweet-voiced they sang beneath the sunset sky,\n  Their mother's home was near.\n\nPlump Gertrude passed me with her basket full,\n  A stronger hand than hers helped it along;\nA voice talked with her through the shadows cool\n  More sweet to me than song.\n\nAh, Willie, Willie, was my love less worth\n  Than apples with their green leaves piled above?\nI counted rosiest apples on the earth\n  Of far less worth than love.\n\nSo once it was with me you stooped to talk\n  Laughing and listening in this very lane:\nTo think that by this way we used to walk\n  We shall not walk again!\n\nI let my neighbors pass me, ones and twos\n  And groups; the latest said the night grew chill,\nAnd hastened: but I loitered, while the dews\n  Fell fast I loitered still.","themes":["love","nature","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_47","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_48","title":"Song","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Two doves upon the selfsame branch,\n  Two lilies on a single stem,\nTwo butterflies upon one flower:--\n  O happy they who look on them.\n\nWho look upon them hand in hand\n  Flushed in the rosy summer light;\nWho look upon them hand in hand\n  And never give a thought to night.","themes":["nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_48","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_48","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_49","title":"Maude Clare","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Out of the church she followed them\n  With a lofty step and mien:\nHis bride was like a village maid,\n  Maude Clare was like a queen.\n\n\"Son Thomas,\" his lady mother said,\n  With smiles, almost with tears:\n\"May Nell and you but live as true\n  As we have done for years;\n\n\"Your father thirty years ago\n  Had just your tale to tell;\nBut he was not so pale as you,\n  Nor I so pale as Nell.\"\n\nMy lord was pale with inward strife,\n  And Nell was pale with pride;\nMy lord gazed long on pale Maude Clare\n  Or ever he kissed the bride.\n\n\"Lo, I have brought my gift, my lord,\n  Have brought my gift,\" she said:\n\"To bless the hearth, to bless the board,\n  To bless the marriage-bed.\n\n\"Here's my half of the golden chain\n  You wore about your neck,\nThat day we waded ankle-deep\n  For lilies in the beck:\n\n\"Here's my half of the faded leaves\n  We plucked from budding bough,\nWith feet amongst the lily-leaves,--\n  The lilies are budding now.\"\n\nHe strove to match her scorn with scorn,\n  He faltered in his place:\n\"Lady,\" he said,--\"Maude Clare,\" he said,--\n  \"Maude Clare\":--and hid his face.\n\nShe turned to Nell: \"My Lady Nell,\n  I have a gift for you;\nThough, were it fruit, the bloom were gone,\n  Or, were it flowers, the dew.\n\n\"Take my share of a fickle heart,\n  Mine of a paltry love:\nTake it or leave it as you will,\n  I wash my hands thereof.\"\n\n\"And what you leave,\" said Nell, \"I'll take,\n  And what you spurn, I'll wear;\nFor he's my lord for better and worse,\n  And him I love, Maude Clare.\n\n\"Yea, though you're taller by the head,\n  More wise, and much more fair;\nI'll love him till he loves me best,\n  Me best of all, Maude Clare.\"","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_49","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_51","title":"Echo","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Come to me in the silence of the night;\n  Come in the speaking silence of a dream;\nCome with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright\n  As sunlight on a stream;\n    Come back in tears,\nO memory, hope, love of finished years.\n\nO dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,\n  Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,\nWhere souls brimful of love abide and meet;\n  Where thirsting longing eyes\n    Watch the slow door\nThat opening, letting in, lets out no more.\n\nYet come to me in dreams, that I may live\n  My very life again though cold in death:\nCome back to me in dreams, that I may give\n  Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:\n    Speak low, lean low,\nAs long ago, my love, how long ago!","themes":["love","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_51","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No indeed, not I:\nPerhaps some day, who knows?\nBut not to-day; it froze, and blows, and snows,\nAnd you're too curious: fie!\nYou want to hear it? well:\nOnly, my secret's mine, and I won't tell.\n\n  Or, after all, perhaps there's none:\nSuppose there is no secret after all,\nBut only just my fun.\nTo-day's a nipping day, a biting day;\nIn which one wants a shawl,\nA veil, a cloak, and other wraps:\nI cannot ope to every one who taps,\nAnd let the draughts come whistling through my hall;\nCome bounding and surrounding me,\nCome buffeting, astounding me,\nNipping and clipping through my wraps and all.\nI wear my mask for warmth: who ever shows\nHis nose to Russian snows\nTo be pecked at by every wind that blows?\nYou would not peck? I thank you for good-will,\nBelieve, but leave that truth untested still.\n\n  Spring's an expansive time: yet I don't trust\nMarch with its peck of dust,\nNor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers,\nNor even May, whose flowers\nOne frost may wither through the sunless hours.\n\n  Perhaps some languid summer day,\nWhen drowsy birds sing less and less,\nAnd golden fruit is ripening to excess,\nIf there's not too much sun nor too much cloud,\nAnd the warm wind is neither still nor loud,\nPerhaps my secret I may say,\nOr you may guess.","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_52","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_52","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_53","title":"Another Spring","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"If I might see another Spring\n  I'd not plant summer flowers and wait:\nI'd have my crocuses at once,\nMy leafless pink mezereons,\n  My chill-veined snowdrops, choicer yet\n  My white or azure violet,\nLeaf-nested primrose; anything\n  To blow at once not late.\n\nIf I might see another Spring\n  I'd listen to the daylight birds\nThat build their nests and pair and sing,\nNor wait for mateless nightingale;\n  I'd listen to the lusty herds,\n  The ewes with lambs as white as snow,\nI'd find out music in the hail\n  And all the winds that blow.\n\nIf I might see another Spring--\n  O stinging comment on my past\nThat all my past results in \"if\"--\n  If I might see another Spring\nI'd laugh to-day, to-day is brief;\n  I would not wait for anything:\n  I'd use to-day that cannot last,\n  Be glad to-day and sing.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_53","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_54","title":"A Peal Of Bells","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Strike the bells wantonly,\n  Tinkle tinkle well;\nBring me wine, bring me flowers,\n  Ring the silver bell.\nAll my lamps burn scented oil,\n  Hung on laden orange-trees,\nWhose shadowed foliage is the foil\n  To golden lamps and oranges.\nHeap my golden plates with fruit,\n  Golden fruit, fresh-plucked and ripe;\n  Strike the bells and breathe the pipe;\nShut out showers from summer hours;\nSilence that complaining lute;\n  Shut out thinking, shut out pain,\n  From hours that cannot come again.\n\nStrike the bells solemnly,\n  Ding dong deep:\nMy friend is passing to his bed,\n  Fast asleep;\nThere's plaited linen round his head,\n  While foremost go his feet,--\nHis feet that cannot carry him.\nMy feast's a show, my lights are dim;\n  Be still, your music is not sweet,--\nThere is no music more for him:\n  His lights are out, his feast is done;\nHis bowl that sparkled to the brim\nIs drained, is broken, cannot hold;\nMy blood is chill, his blood is cold;\n  His death is full, and mine begun.","themes":["nature","loneliness","death","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_54","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_55","title":"Fata Morgana","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"A blue-eyed phantom far before\n  Is laughing, leaping toward the sun;\nLike lead I chase it evermore,\n  I pant and run.\n\nIt breaks the sunlight bound on bound;\n  Goes singing as it leaps along\nTo sheep-bells with a dreamy sound\n  A dreamy song.\n\nI laugh, it is so brisk and gay;\n  It is so far before, I weep:\nI hope I shall lie down some day,\n  Lie down and sleep.","themes":["hope","grief","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_55","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_55","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_56","title":"\"No, Thank You, John.\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I never said I loved you, John:\n  Why will you tease me, day by day,\nAnd wax a weariness to think upon\n  With always \"do\" and \"pray\"?\n\nYou know I never loved you, John;\n  No fault of mine made me your toast:\nWhy will you haunt me with a face as wan\n  As shows an hour-old ghost?\n\nI dare say Meg or Moll would take\n  Pity upon you, if you'd ask:\nAnd pray don't remain single for my sake\n  Who can't perform that task.\n\nI have no heart?--Perhaps I have not;\n  But then you're mad to take offence\nThat I don't give you what I have not got:\n  Use your own common sense.\n\nLet bygones be bygones:\n  Don't call me false, who owed not to be true:\nI'd rather answer \"No\" to fifty Johns\n  Than answer \"Yes\" to you.\n\nLet's mar our pleasant days no more,\n  Song-birds of passage, days of youth:\nCatch at to-day, forget the days before:\n  I'll wink at your untruth.\n\nLet us strike hands as hearty friends;\n  No more, no less: and friendship's good:\nOnly don't keep in view ulterior ends,\n  And points not understood\n\nIn open treaty. Rise above\n  Quibbles and shuffling off and on:\nHere's friendship for you if you like; but love,--\n  No, thank you, John.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_56","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_56","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_57","title":"May","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I cannot tell you how it was;\nBut this I know: it came to pass\nUpon a bright and breezy day\nWhen May was young; ah, pleasant May!\nAs yet the poppies were not born\nBetween the blades of tender corn;\nThe last eggs had not hatched as yet,\nNor any bird foregone its mate.\n\nI cannot tell you what it was;\nBut this I know: it did but pass.\nIt passed away with sunny May,\nWith all sweet things it passed away,\nAnd left me old, and cold, and gray.","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_57","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_57","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_58","title":"A Pause Of Thought","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I looked for that which is not, nor can be,\n  And hope deferred made my heart sick in truth\n  But years must pass before a hope of youth\n    Is resigned utterly.\n\nI watched and waited with a steadfast will:\n  And though the object seemed to flee away\n  That I so longed for, ever day by day\n    I watched and waited still.\n\nSometimes I said: This thing shall be no more;\n  My expectation wearies and shall cease;\n  I will resign it now and be at peace:\n    Yet never gave it o'er.\n\nSometimes I said: It is an empty name\n  I long for; to a name why should I give\n  The peace of all the days I have to live?--\n    Yet gave it all the same.\n\nAlas, thou foolish one! alike unfit\n  For healthy joy and salutary pain:\n  Thou knowest the chase useless, and again\n    Turnest to follow it.","themes":["love","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_58","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_59","title":"Twilight Calm","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"O pleasant eventide!\n    Clouds on the western side\nGrow gray and grayer, hiding the warm sun:\nThe bees and birds, their happy labors done,\n    Seek their close nests and bide.\n\n    Screened in the leafy wood\n    The stock-doves sit and brood:\nThe very squirrel leaps from bough to bough\nBut lazily; pauses; and settles now\n    Where once he stored his food.\n\n    One by one the flowers close,\n    Lily and dewy rose\nShutting their tender petals from the moon:\nThe grasshoppers are still; but not so soon\n    Are still the noisy crows.\n\n    The dormouse squats and eats\n    Choice little dainty bits\nBeneath the spreading roots of a broad lime;\nNibbling his fill he stops from time to time\n    And listens where he sits.\n\n    From far the lowings come\n    Of cattle driven home:\nFrom farther still the wind brings fitfully\nThe vast continual murmur of the sea,\n    Now loud, now almost dumb.\n\n    The gnats whirl in the air,\n    The evening gnats; and there\nThe owl opes broad his eyes and wings to sail\nFor prey; the bat wakes; and the shell-less snail\n    Comes forth, clammy and bare.\n\n    Hark! that's the nightingale,\n    Telling the self-same tale\nHer song told when this ancient earth was young:\nSo echoes answered when her song was sung\n    In the first wooded vale.\n\n    We call it love and pain\n    The passion of her strain;\nAnd yet we little understand or know:\nWhy should it not be rather joy that so\n    Throbs in each throbbing vein?\n\n    In separate herds the deer\n    Lie; here the bucks, and here\nThe does, and by its mother sleeps the fawn:\nThrough all the hours of night until the dawn\n    They sleep, forgetting fear.\n\n    The hare sleeps where it lies,\n    With wary half-closed eyes;\nThe cock has ceased to crow, the hen to cluck:\nOnly the fox is out, some heedless duck\n    Or chicken to surprise.\n\n    Remote, each single star\n    Comes out, till there they are\nAll shining brightly: how the dews fall damp!\nWhile close at hand the glow-worm lights her lamp\n    Or twinkles from afar.\n\n    But evening now is done\n    As much as if the sun\nDay-giving had arisen in the east:\nFor night has come; and the great calm has ceased,\n    The quiet sands have run.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_59","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_61","title":"Wife To Husband","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Pardon the faults in me,\n  For the love of years ago:\n    Good by.\nI must drift across the sea,\n  I must sink into the snow,\n    I must die.\n\nYou can bask in this sun,\n  You can drink wine, and eat:\n    Good by.\nI must gird myself and run,\n  Though with unready feet:\n    I must die.\n\nBlank sea to sail upon,\n  Cold bed to sleep in:\n    Good by.\nWhile you clasp, I must be gone\n  For all your weeping:\n    I must die.\n\nA kiss for one friend,\n  And a word for two,--\n    Good by:--\nA lock that you must send,\n  A kindness you must do:\n    I must die.\n\nNot a word for you,\n  Not a lock or kiss,\n    Good by.\nWe, one, must part in two:\n  Verily death is this:\n    I must die.","themes":["love","grief","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_61","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_63","title":"Three Seasons","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"\"A cup for hope!\" she said,\nIn springtime ere the bloom was old:\nThe crimson wine was poor and cold\n  By her mouth's richer red.\n\n  \"A cup for love!\" how low,\nHow soft the words; and all the while\nHer blush was rippling with a smile\n  Like summer after snow.\n\n  \"A cup for memory!\"\nCold cup that one must drain alone:\nWhile autumn winds are up and moan\n  Across the barren sea.\n\n  Hope, memory, love:\nHope for fair morn, and love for day,\nAnd memory for the evening gray\n  And solitary dove.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_63","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-p_63B","title":"Mirage","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"The hope I dreamed of was a dream,\n  Was but a dream; and now I wake\nExceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,\n  For a dream's sake.\n\nI hang my harp upon a tree,\n  A weeping willow in a lake;\nI hang my silenced harp there, wrung and snapt\n  For a dream's sake.\n\nLie still, lie still, my breaking heart;\n  My silent heart, lie still and break:\nLife, and the world, and mine own self, are changed\n  For a dream's sake.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#p_63B","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"p_63B","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. 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I looked between\n  Its iron bars; and saw it lie,\n  My garden, mine, beneath the sky,\nPied with all flowers bedewed and green:\n\nFrom bough to bough the song-birds crossed,\n  From flower to flower the moths and bees;\n  With all its nests and stately trees\nIt had been mine, and it was lost.\n\nA shadowless spirit kept the gate,\n  Blank and unchanging like the grave.\n  I peering through said: \"Let me have\nSome buds to cheer my outcast state.\"\n\nHe answered not. \"Or give me, then,\n  But one small twig from shrub or tree;\n  And bid my home remember me\nUntil I come to it again.\"\n\nThe spirit was silent; but he took\n  Mortar and stone to build a wall;\n  He left no loophole great or small\nThrough which my straining eyes might look:\n\nSo now I sit here quite alone\n  Blinded with tears; nor grieve for that,\n  For naught is left worth looking at\nSince my delightful land is gone.\n\nA violet bed is budding near,\n  Wherein a lark has made her nest:\n  And good they are, but not the best;\nAnd dear they are, but not so dear.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_64","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_65","title":"Sound Sleep","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Some are laughing, some are weeping;\nShe is sleeping, only sleeping.\nRound her rest wild flowers are creeping;\nThere the wind is heaping, heaping\nSweetest sweets of Summer's keeping,\nBy the cornfields ripe for reaping.\n\nThere are lilies, and there blushes\nThe deep rose, and there the thrushes\nSing till latest sunlight flushes\nIn the west; a fresh wind brushes\nThrough the leaves while evening hushes.\n\nThere by day the lark is singing\nAnd the grass and weeds are springing:\nThere by night the bat is winging;\nThere forever winds are bringing\nFar-off chimes of church-bells ringing.\n\nNight and morning, noon and even,\nTheir sound fills her dreams with Heaven:\nThe long strife at length is striven:\nTill her grave-bands shall be riven\nSuch is the good portion given\nTo her soul at rest and shriven.","themes":["nature","grief","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_65","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_66","title":"Song","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"She sat and sang alway\n  By the green margin of a stream,\nWatching the fishes leap and play\n  Beneath the glad sunbeam.\n\nI sat and wept alway\n  Beneath the moon's most shadowy beam,\nWatching the blossoms of the May\n  Weep leaves into the stream.\n\nI wept for memory;\n  She sang for hope that is so fair:\nMy tears were swallowed by the sea;\n  Her songs died on the air.","themes":["hope","grief","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_66","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_66","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_67","title":"Song","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"When I am dead, my dearest,\n  Sing no sad songs for me;\nPlant thou no roses at my head,\n  Nor shady cypress-tree:\nBe the green grass above me\n  With showers and dewdrops wet;\nAnd if thou wilt, remember,\n  And if thou wilt, forget.\n\nI shall not see the shadows,\n  I shall not feel the rain;\nI shall not hear the nightingale\n  Sing on, as if in pain:\nAnd dreaming through the twilight\n  That doth not rise nor set,\nHaply I may remember,\n  And haply may forget.","themes":["nature","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_67","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_67","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_68","title":"Dead Before Death","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"SONNET.\n\nAh! changed and cold, how changed and very cold!\n  With stiffened smiling lips and cold calm eyes:\n  Changed, yet the same; much knowing, little wise;\nThis was the promise of the days of old!\nGrown hard and stubborn in the ancient mould,\n  Grown rigid in the sham of lifelong lies:\n  We hoped for better things as years would rise,\nBut it is over as a tale once told.\nAll fallen the blossom that no fruitage bore,\n  All lost the present and the future time,\nAll lost, all lost, the lapse that went before:\nSo lost till death shut-to the opened door,\n  So lost from chime to everlasting chime,\nSo cold and lost forever evermore.","themes":["time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_68","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-p_68B","title":"Bitter For Sweet","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Summer is gone with all its roses,\n  Its sun and perfumes and sweet flowers,\n  Its warm air and refreshing showers:\n    And even Autumn closes.\n\nYea, Autumn's chilly self is going,\n  And winter comes which is yet colder;\n  Each day the hoar-frost waxes bolder\n    And the last buds cease blowing.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#p_68B","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"p_68B","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"c4cb511431ce6f6f2e0b55211dfa7032d3d9199729392b60a1a90b92d7c6eac1","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_69","title":"\"The Master Is Come, And Calleth\nFor Thee.\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Who calleth?--Thy Father calleth,\n  Run, O Daughter, to wait on Him:\nHe Who chasteneth but for a season\n  Trims thy lamp that it burn not dim.\n\nWho calleth?--Thy Master calleth,\n  Sit, Disciple, and learn of Him:\nHe Who teacheth wisdom of Angels\n  Makes thee wise as the Cherubim,\n\nWho calleth?--Thy Monarch calleth,\n  Rise, O Subject, and follow Him:\nHe is stronger than Death or Devil,\n  Fear not thou if the foe be grim.\n\nWho calleth?--Thy Lord God calleth.\n  Fall, O Creature, adoring Him:\nHe is jealous, thy God Almighty,\n  Count not dear to thee life or limb.\n\nWho calleth?--Thy Bridegroom calleth,\n  Soar, O Bride, with the Seraphim:\nHe Who loves thee as no man loveth,\n  Bids thee give up thy heart to Him.","themes":["love","spirituality","death","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_69","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_70","title":"Rest","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"SONNET.\n\nO Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes;\n  Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching, Earth;\n  Lie close around her; leave no room for mirth\nWith its harsh laughter, nor for sound of sighs.\nShe hath no questions, she hath no replies,\n  Hushed in and curtained with a blessed dearth\n  Of all that irked her from the hour of birth;\nWith stillness that is almost Paradise.\nDarkness more clear than noonday holdeth her,\n  Silence more musical than any song;\nEven her very heart has ceased to stir:\nUntil the morning of Eternity\nHer rest shall not begin nor end, but be;\n  And when she wakes she will not think it long.","themes":["love","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_70","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-p_70B","title":"The First Spring Day","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,\nIf wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,\nIf frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun\nAnd crocus fires are kindling one by one:\n  Sing, robin, sing!\nI still am sore in doubt concerning Spring.\n\nI wonder if the spring-tide of this year\nWill bring another Spring both lost and dear;\nIf heart and spirit will find out their Spring,\nOr if the world alone will bud and sing:\n  Sing, hope, to me!\nSweet notes, my hope, soft notes for memory.\n\nThe sap will surely quicken soon or late,\nThe tardiest bird will twitter to a mate;\nSo Spring must dawn again with warmth and bloom,\nOr in this world, or in the world to come:\n  Sing, voice of Spring!\nTill I too blossom and rejoice and sing.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#p_70B","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_71","title":"The Convent Threshold","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"There's blood between us, love, my love,\nThere's father's blood, there's brother's blood;\nAnd blood's a bar I cannot pass:\nI choose the stairs that mount above,\nStair after golden skyward stair,\nTo city and to sea of glass.\nMy lily feet are soiled with mud,\nWith scarlet mud which tells a tale\nOf hope that was, of guilt that was,\nOf love that shall not yet avail;\nAlas, my heart, if I could bare\nMy heart, this self-same stain is there:\nI seek the sea of glass and fire\nTo wash the spot, to burn the snare;\nLo, stairs are meant to lift us higher:\nMount with me, mount the kindled stair.\n\n  Your eyes look earthward, mine look up.\nI see the far-off city grand,\nBeyond the hills a watered land,\nBeyond the gulf a gleaming strand\nOf mansions where the righteous sup;\nWho sleep at ease among their trees,\nOr wake to sing a cadenced hymn\nWith Cherubim and Seraphim;\nThey bore the Cross, they drained the cup,\nRacked, roasted, crushed, wrenched limb from limb,\nThey the offscouring of the world:\nThe heaven of starry heavens unfurled,\nThe sun before their face is dim.\n\nYou looking earthward, what see you?\nMilk-white, wine-flushed among the vines,\nUp and down leaping, to and fro,\nMost glad, most full, made strong with wines,\nBlooming as peaches pearled with dew,\nTheir golden windy hair afloat,\nLove-music warbling in their throat,\nYoung men and women come and go.\n\n  You linger, yet the time is short:\nFlee for your life, gird up your strength\nTo flee: the shadows stretched at length\nShow that day wanes, that night draws nigh;\nFlee to the mountain, tarry not.\nIs this a time for smile and sigh,\nFor songs among the secret trees\nWhere sudden bluebirds nest and sport?\nThe time is short and yet you stay:\nTo-day, while it is called to-day,\nKneel, wrestle, knock, do violence, pray;\nTo-day is short, to-morrow nigh:\nWhy will you die? why will you die?\n\n  You sinned with me a pleasant sin:\nRepent with me, for I repent.\nWoe's me the lore I must unlearn!\nWoe's me that easy way we went,\nSo rugged when I would return!\nHow long until my sleep begin,\nHow long shall stretch these nights and days?\nSurely, clean Angels cry, she prays;\nShe laves her soul with tedious tears:\nHow long must stretch these years and years?\n\n  I turn from you my cheeks and eyes,\nMy hair which you shall see no more,--\nAlas for joy that went before,\nFor joy that dies, for love that dies.\nOnly my lips still turn to you,\nMy livid lips that cry, Repent!\nO weary life, O weary Lent,\nO weary time whose stars are few!\n\n  How should I rest in Paradise,\nOr sit on steps of Heaven alone?\nIf Saints and Angels spoke of love\nShould I not answer from my throne?\nHave pity upon me, ye my friends,\nFor I have heard the sound thereof:\nShould I not turn with yearning eyes,\nTurn earthwards with a pitiful pang?\nO save me from a pang in Heaven!\nBy all the gifts we took and gave,\nRepent, repent, and be forgiven:\nThis life is long, but yet it ends;\nRepent and purge your soul and save:\nNo gladder song the morning stars\nUpon their birthday morning sang\nThan Angels sing when one repents.\n\n  I tell you what I dreamed last night:\nA spirit with transfigured face\nFire-footed clomb an infinite space.\nI heard his hundred pinions clang,\nHeaven-bells rejoicing rang and rang,\nHeaven-air was thrilled with subtle scents,\nWorlds spun upon their rushing cars:\nHe mounted shrieking: \"Give me light!\"\nStill light was poured on him, more light;\nAngels, Archangels he outstripped,\nExultant in exceeding might,\nAnd trod the skirts of Cherubim.\nStill \"Give me light,\" he shrieked; and dipped\nHis thirsty face, and drank a sea,\nAthirst with thirst it could not slake.\nI saw him, drunk with knowledge, take\nFrom aching brows the aureole crown,--\nHis locks writhed like a cloven snake,--\nHe left his throne to grovel down\nAnd lick the dust of Seraphs' feet:\nFor what is knowledge duly weighed?\nKnowledge is strong, but love is sweet;\nYea, all the progress he had made\nWas but to learn that all is small\nSave love, for love is all in all.\n\n  I tell you what I dreamed last night:\nIt was not dark, it was not light,\nCold dews had drenched my plenteous hair\nThrough clay; you came to seek me there.\nAnd \"Do you dream of me?\" you said.\nMy heart was dust that used to leap\nTo you; I answered half asleep:\n\"My pillow is damp, my sheets are red,\nThere's a leaden tester to my bed:\nFind you a warmer playfellow,\nA warmer pillow for your head,\nA kinder love to love than mine.\"\nYou wrung your hands; while I like lead\nCrushed downwards through the sodden earth:\nYou smote your hands but not in mirth,\nAnd reeled but were not drunk with wine.\n\n  For all night long I dreamed of you:\nI woke and prayed against my will,\nThen slept to dream of you again.\nAt length I rose and knelt and prayed:\nI cannot write the words I said,\nMy words were slow, my tears were few;\nBut through the dark my silence spoke\nLike thunder. When this morning broke,\nMy face was pinched, my hair was gray,\nAnd frozen blood was on the sill\nWhere stifling in my struggle I lay.\n\n  If now you saw me you would say:\nWhere is the face I used to love?\nAnd I would answer: Gone before;\nIt tarries veiled in Paradise.\nWhen once the morning star shall rise,\nWhen earth with shadow flees away\nAnd we stand safe within the door,\nThen you shall lift the veil thereof.\nLook up, rise up: for far above\nOur palms are grown, our place is set;\nThere we shall meet as once we met,\nAnd love with old familiar love.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_71","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_71","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_77","title":"Up-Hill","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Does the road wind up-hill all the way?\n  Yes, to the very end.\nWill the day's journey take the whole long day?\n  From morn to night, my friend.\n\nBut is there for the night a resting-place?\n  A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.\nMay not the darkness hide it from my face?\n  You cannot miss that inn.\n\nShall I meet other wayfarers at night?\n  Those who have gone before.\nThen must I knock, or call when just in sight?\n  They will not keep you standing at that door.\n\nShall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?\n  Of labor you shall find the sum.\nWill there be beds for me and all who seek?\n  Yea, beds for all who come.","themes":["night","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_77","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_81","title":"\"The Love Of Christ Which Passeth Knowledge.\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I bore with thee long weary days and nights,\n  Through many pangs of heart, through many tears;\nI bore with thee, thy hardness, coldness, slights,\n  For three and thirty years.\n\nWho else had dared for thee what I have dared?\n  I plunged the depth most deep from bliss above;\nI not My flesh, I not My spirit spared:\n  Give thou Me love for love.\n\nFor thee I thirsted in the daily drouth,\n  For thee I trembled in the nightly frost:\nMuch sweeter thou than honey to My mouth:\n  Why wilt thou still be lost?\n\nI bore thee on My shoulders and rejoiced:\n  Men only marked upon My shoulders borne\nThe branding cross; and shouted hungry-voiced,\n  Or wagged their heads in scorn.\n\nThee did nails grave upon My hands, thy name\n  Did thorns for frontlets stamp between Mine eyes:\nI, Holy One, put on thy guilt and shame;\n  I, God, Priest, Sacrifice.\n\nA thief upon My right hand and My left;\n  Six hours alone, athirst, in misery:\nAt length in death one smote My heart and cleft\n  A hiding-place for thee.\n\nNailed to the racking cross, than bed of down\n  More dear, whereon to stretch Myself and sleep:\nSo did I win a kingdom,--share My crown;\n  A harvest,--come and reap.","themes":["love","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_81","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_82","title":"\"A Bruised Reed Shall He Not Break.\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I will accept thy will to do and be,\n  Thy hatred and intolerance of sin,\nThy will at least to love, that burns within\n  And thirsteth after Me:\nSo will I render fruitful, blessing still\n  The germs and small beginnings in thy heart,\n  Because thy will cleaves to the better part.--\n    Alas, I cannot will.\n\nDost not thou will, poor soul? Yet I receive\n  The inner unseen longings of the soul;\n  I guide them turning towards Me; I control\n    And charm hearts till they grieve:\nIf thou desire, it yet shall come to pass,\n  Though thou but wish indeed to choose My love;\n  For I have power in earth and heaven above.--\n    I cannot wish, alas!\n\nWhat, neither choose nor wish to choose? and yet\n  I still must strive to win thee and constrain:\n  For thee I hung upon the cross in pain,\n    How then can I forget?\nIf thou as yet dost neither love, nor hate,\n  Nor choose, nor wish,--resign thyself, be still\n  Till I infuse love, hatred, longing, will.--\n    I do not deprecate.","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_82","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_83","title":"A Better Resurrection","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I have no wit, no words, no tears;\n  My heart within me like a stone\nIs numbed too much for hopes or fears;\n  Look right, look left, I dwell alone;\nI lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief\n  No everlasting hills I see;\nMy life is in the falling leaf:\n    O Jesus, quicken me!\n\nMy life is like a faded leaf,\n  My harvest dwindled to a husk;\nTruly my life is void and brief\n  And tedious in the barren dusk;\nMy life is like a frozen thing,\n  No bud nor greenness can I see:\nYet rise it shall,--the sap of Spring;\n    O Jesus, rise in me!\n\nMy life is like a broken bowl,\n  A broken bowl that cannot hold\nOne drop of water for my soul\n  Or cordial in the searching cold;\nCast in the fire the perished thing,\n  Melt and remould it, till it be\nA royal cup for Him my King:\n    O Jesus, drink of me!","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_83","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_84","title":"Advent","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"This Advent moon shines cold and clear,\n  These Advent nights are long;\nOur lamps have burned year after year,\n  And still their flame is strong.\n\"Watchman, what of the night?\" we cry,\n  Heart-sick with hope deferred:\n\"No speaking signs are in the sky,\"\n  Is still the watchman's word.\n\nThe Porter watches at the gate,\n  The servants watch within;\nThe watch is long betimes and late,\n  The prize is slow to win.\n\"Watchman, what of the night?\" but still\n  His answer sounds the same:\n\"No daybreak tops the utmost hill,\n  Nor pale our lamps of flame.\"\n\nOne to another hear them speak,\n  The patient virgins wise:\n\"Surely He is not far to seek,\"--\n  \"All night we watch and rise.\"\n\"The days are evil looking back,\n  The coming days are dim;\nYet count we not His promise slack,\n  But watch and wait for Him.\"\n\nOne with another, soul with soul,\n  They kindle fire from fire:\n\"Friends watch us who have touched the goal.\"\n  \"They urge us, come up higher.\"\n\"With them shall rest our waysore feet,\n  With them is built our home,\nWith Christ.\" \"They sweet, but He most sweet,\n  Sweeter than honeycomb.\"\n\nThere no more parting, no more pain,\n  The distant ones brought near,\nThe lost so long are found again,\n  Long lost but longer dear:\nEye hath not seen, ear hath not heard,\n  Nor heart conceived that rest,\nWith them our good things long deferred,\n  With Jesus Christ our Best.\n\nWe weep because the night is long,\n  We laugh, for day shall rise,\nWe sing a slow contented song\n  And knock at Paradise.\nWeeping we hold Him fast Who wept\n  For us,--we hold Him fast;\nAnd will not let Him go except\n  He bless us first or last.\n\nWeeping we hold Him fast to-night;\n  We will not let Him go\nTill daybreak smite our wearied sight,\n  And summer smite the snow:\nThen figs shall bud, and dove with dove\n  Shall coo the livelong day;\nThen He shall say, \"Arise, My love,\n  My fair one, come away.\"","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_84","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_87","title":"The Three Enemies","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"THE FLESH.\n\n\"Sweet, thou art pale.\"\n            \"More pale to see,\nChrist hung upon the cruel tree\nAnd bore His Father's wrath for me.\"\n\n\"Sweet, thou art sad.\"\n            \"Beneath a rod\nMore heavy, Christ for my sake trod\nThe winepress of the wrath of God.\"\n\n\"Sweet, thou art weary.\"\n            \"Not so Christ:\nWhose mighty love of me sufficed\nFor Strength, Salvation, Eucharist.\"\n\n\"Sweet, thou art footsore.\"\n            \"If I bleed,\nHis feet have bled: yea, in my need\nHis Heart once bled for mine indeed.\"\n\nTHE WORLD.\n\n\"Sweet, thou art young.\"\n            \"So He was young\nWho for my sake in silence hung\nUpon the Cross with Passion wrung.\"\n\n\"Look, thou art fair.\"\n            \"He was more fair\nThan men, Who deigned for me to wear\nA visage marred beyond compare.\"\n\n\"And thou hast riches.\"\n            \"Daily bread:\nAll else is His; Who living, dead,\nFor me lacked where to lay His Head.\"\n\n\"And life is sweet.\"\n            \"It was not so\nTo Him, Whose Cup did overflow\nWith mine unutterable woe.\"\n\nTHE DEVIL.\n\n\"Thou drinkest deep.\"\n            \"When Christ would sup\nHe drained the dregs from out my cup:\nSo how should I be lifted up?\"\n\n\"Thou shalt win Glory.\"\n            \"In the skies,\nLord Jesus, cover up mine eyes\nLest they should look on vanities.\"\n\n\"Thou shalt have Knowledge.\"\n            \"Helpless dust,\nIn Thee, O Lord, I put my trust:\nAnswer Thou for me, Wise and Just.\"\n\n\"And Might.\"\n            \"Get thee behind me. Lord,\nWho hast redeemed and not abhorred\nMy soul, O keep it by Thy Word.\"","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_87","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_87","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"ec6d1aba2c728a26d148fb8dd10eb118ef9ae5ac9530c5105bc499c7e47e14f2","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_89","title":"One Certainty","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"SONNET.\n\nVanity of vanities, the Preacher saith,\n  All things are vanity. The eye and ear\n  Cannot be filled with what they see and hear.\nLike early dew, or like the sudden breath\nOf wind, or like the grass that withereth,\n  Is man, tossed to and fro by hope and fear:\n  So little joy hath he, so little cheer,\nTill all things end in the long dust of death.\nTo-day is still the same as yesterday,\n  To-morrow also even as one of them;\nAnd there is nothing new under the sun:\nUntil the ancient race of Time be run,\n  The old thorns shall grow out of the old stem,\nAnd morning shall be cold, and twilight gray.","themes":["hope","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_89","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_89","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_90","title":"Christian And Jew","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"A DIALOGUE.\n\n\"O happy happy land!\nAngels like rushes stand\n  About the wells of light.\"--\n  \"Alas, I have not eyes for this fair sight:\nHold fast my hand.\"--\n\n\"As in a soft wind, they\nBend all one blessed way,\n  Each bowed in his own glory, star with star.\"--\n  \"I cannot see so far,\n  Here shadows are.\"--\n\n\"White-winged the cherubim,\nYet whiter seraphim,\n  Glow white with intense fire of love.\"--\n\"Mine eyes are dim:\n  I look in vain above,\nAnd miss their hymn.\"--\n\n\"Angels, Archangels cry\nOne to other ceaselessly\n  (I hear them sing)\n  One 'Holy, Holy, Holy,' to their King.\"--\n\"I do not hear them, I.\"--\n\n\"Joy to thee, Paradise,--\n  Garden and goal and nest!\nMade green for wearied eyes;\n  Much softer than the breast\nOf mother-dove clad in a rainbow's dyes.\n\n\"All precious souls are there\n  Most safe, elect by grace,\n  All tears are wiped forever from their face:\nUntired in prayer\n  They wait and praise,\n  Hidden for a little space.\n\n\"Boughs of the Living Vine,\nThey spread in summer shine\n  Green leaf with leaf:\nSap of the Royal Vine, it stirs like wine\n  In all both less and chief.\n\n\"Sing to the Lord,\n  All spirits of all flesh, sing;\nFor He hath not abhorred\n  Our low estate nor scorned our offering:\n  Shout to our King.\"--\n\n\"But Zion said:\n  My Lord forgetteth me.\nLo, she hath made her bed\n  In dust; forsaken weepeth she\n  Where alien rivers swell the sea.\n\n\"She laid her body as the ground,\n  Her tender body as the ground to those\nWho passed; her harpstrings cannot sound\nIn a strange land; discrowned\n  She sits, and drunk with woes.\"--\n\n\"O drunken not with wine,\n  Whose sins and sorrows have fulfilled the sum,--\n  Be not afraid, arise, be no more dumb;\nArise, shine,\n  For thy light is come.\"--\n\n\"Can these bones live?\"--\n            \"God knows:\n  The prophet saw such clothed with flesh and skin\n  A wind blew on them and life entered in;\nThey shook and rose.\n  Hasten the time, O Lord, blot out their sin,\n  Let life begin.\"","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_90","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_93","title":"Sweet Death","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"The sweetest blossoms die.\n  And so it was that, going day by day\n  Unto the church to praise and pray,\nAnd crossing the green churchyard thoughtfully,\n  I saw how on the graves the flowers\n  Shed their fresh leaves in showers,\nAnd how their perfume rose up to the sky\n  Before it passed away.\n\nThe youngest blossoms die.\n  They die and fall and nourish the rich earth\n  From which they lately had their birth;\nSweet life, but sweeter death that passeth by\n  And is as though it had not been:--\n  All colors turn to green;\nThe bright hues vanish and the odors fly,\n  The grass hath lasting worth.\n\nAnd youth and beauty die.\n  So be it, O my God, Thou God of truth:\n  Better than beauty and than youth\nAre Saints and Angels, a glad company;\n  And Thou, O Lord, our Rest and Ease,\n  Art better far than these.\nWhy should we shrink from our full harvest? why\n  Prefer to glean with Ruth?","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_93","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_94","title":"Symbols","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I watched a rosebud very long\n  Brought on by dew and sun and shower,\n  Waiting to see the perfect flower:\nThen, when I thought it should be strong,\n  It opened at the matin hour\nAnd fell at even-song.\n\nI watched a nest from day to day,\n  A green nest full of pleasant shade,\n  Wherein three speckled eggs were laid:\nBut when they should have hatched in May,\n  The two old birds had grown afraid\nOr tired, and flew away.\n\nThen in my wrath I broke the bough\n  That I had tended so with care,\n  Hoping its scent should fill the air;\nI crushed the eggs, not heeding how\n  Their ancient promise had been fair:\nI would have vengeance now.\n\nBut the dead branch spoke from the sod,\n  And the eggs answered me again:\n  Because we failed dost thou complain?\nIs thy wrath just? And what if God,\n  Who waiteth for thy fruits in vain,\nShould also take the rod?","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_94","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_94","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"419560f2744dbf17a7cd3b62bda91a40e2d6d037ee03f51f76cff6381965090a","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_95","title":"\"Consider The Lilies Of The Field.\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Flowers preach to us if we will hear:--\nThe rose saith in the dewy morn,\nI am most fair;\nYet all my loveliness is born\nUpon a thorn.\nThe poppy saith amid the corn:\nLet but my scarlet head appear\nAnd I am held in scorn;\nYet juice of subtle virtue lies\nWithin my cup of curious dyes.\nThe lilies say: Behold how we\nPreach without words of purity.\nThe violets whisper from the shade\nWhich their own leaves have made:\nMen scent our fragrance on the air,\nYet take no heed\nOf humble lessons we would read.\n\nBut not alone the fairest flowers:\nThe merest grass\nAlong the roadside where we pass,\nLichen and moss and sturdy weed,\nTell of His love who sends the dew,\nThe rain and sunshine too,\nTo nourish one small seed.","themes":["love","nature","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_95","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_96","title":"The World","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"SONNET.\n\nBy day she wooes me, soft, exceeding fair:  But all night as the moon so changeth she;  Loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy,And subtle serpents gliding in her hair.By day she wooes me to the outer air,  Ripe fruits, sweet flowers, and full satiety:  But through the night, a beast she grins at me,A very monster void of love and prayer.By day she stands a lie: by night she stands,  In all the naked horror of the truth,With pushing horns and clawed and clutching hands.Is this a friend indeed; that I should sell  My soul to her, give her my life and youth,Till my feet, cloven too, take hold on hell?","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_96","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_96","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"e7c2a01bf704a40b2f99a3d955f8e355644bcf364a0282e08dbd92a2429e4e4a","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_97","title":"A Testimony","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I said of laughter, it is vain.  Of mirth I said, what profits it?  Therefore I found a book, and writTherein how ease and also pain,How health and sickness, everyoneIs vanity beneath the sun.Man walks in a vain shadow; he  Disquieteth himself in vain.  The things that were shall be again.The rivers do not fill the sea,But turn back to their secret source;The winds too turn upon their course.Our treasures moth and rust corrupt,  Or thieves break through and steal, or they  Make themselves wings and fly away.One man made merry as he supped,Nor guessed how when that night grew dimHis soul would be required of him.We build our houses on the sand,  Comely withoutside and within;  But when the winds and rains beginTo beat on them, they cannot stand;They perish, quickly overthrown,Loose from the very basement stone.\n\nAll things are vanity, I said,--\n  Yea, vanity of vanities.\n  The rich man dies; and the poor dies;\nThe worm feeds sweetly on the dead.\nWhate'er thou lackest, keep this trust:\nAll in the end shall have but dust:\n\nThe one inheritance, which best\n  And worst alike shall find and share:\n  The wicked cease from troubling there,\nAnd there the weary be at rest;\nThere all the wisdom of the wise\nIs vanity of vanities.\n\nMan flourishes as a green leaf,\n  And as a leaf doth pass away;\n  Or, as a shade that cannot stay\nAnd leaves no track, his course is brief:\nYet man doth hope and fear and plan\nTill he is dead:--O foolish man!\n\nOur eyes cannot be satisfied\n  With seeing, nor our ears be filled\n  With hearing: yet we plant and build\nAnd buy and make our borders wide;\nWe gather wealth, we gather care,\nBut know not who shall be our heir.\n\nWhy should we hasten to arise\n  So early, and so late take rest?\n  Our labor is not good; our best\nHopes fade; our heart is stayed on lies:\nVerily, we sow wind; and we\nShall reap the whirlwind, verily.\n\nHe who hath little shall not lack;\n  He who hath plenty shall decay:\n  Our fathers went; we pass away;\nOur children follow on our track:\nSo generations fail, and so\nThey are renewed and come and go.\n\nThe earth is fattened with our dead;\n  She swallows more and doth not cease:\n  Therefore her wine and oil increase\nAnd her sheaves are not numberèd;\nTherefore her plants are green, and all\nHer pleasant trees lusty and tall.\n\nTherefore the maidens cease to sing,\n  And the young men are very sad;\n  Therefore the sowing is not glad,\nAnd mournful is the harvesting.\nOf high and low, of great and small,\nVanity is the lot of all.\n\nA King dwelt in Jerusalem;\n  He was the wisest man on earth;\n  He had all riches from his birth,\nAnd pleasures till he tired of them;\nThen, having tested all things, he\nWitnessed that all are vanity.","themes":["love","nature","hope","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_97","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_100","title":"Sleep At Sea","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Sound the deep waters:--\n  Who shall sound that deep?--\nToo short the plummet,\n  And the watchmen sleep.\nSome dream of effort\n  Up a toilsome steep;\nSome dream of pasture grounds\n  For harmless sheep.\n\nWhite shapes flit to and fro\n  From mast to mast;\nThey feel the distant tempest\n  That nears them fast:\nGreat rocks are straight ahead,\n  Great shoals not past;\nThey shout to one another\n  Upon the blast.\n\nO, soft the streams drop music\n  Between the hills,\nAnd musical the birds' nests\n  Beside those rills:\nThe nests are types of home\n   Love-hidden from ills,\nThe nests are types of spirits\n  Love-music fills.\n\nSo dream the sleepers,\n  Each man in his place;\nThe lightning shows the smile\n  Upon each face:\nThe ship is driving, driving,\n  It drives apace:\nAnd sleepers smile, and spirits\n  Bewail their case.\n\nThe lightning glares and reddens\n  Across the skies;\nIt seems but sunset\n  To those sleeping eyes.\nWhen did the sun go down\n  On such a wise?\nFrom such a sunset\n  When shall day arise?\n\n\"Wake,\" call the spirits:\n  But to heedless ears;\nThey have forgotten sorrows\n  And hopes and fears;\nThey have forgotten perils\n  And smiles and tears;\nTheir dream has held them long,\n  Long years and years.\n\n\"Wake,\" call the spirits again:\n  But it would take\nA louder summons\n  To bid them awake.\nSome dream of pleasure\n  For another's sake;\nSome dream, forgetful\n  Of a lifelong ache.\n\nOne by one slowly,\n  Ah, how sad and slow!\nWailing and praying\n  The spirits rise and go:\nClear stainless spirits,\n  White,--as white as snow;\nPale spirits, wailing\n  For an overthrow.\n\nOne by one flitting,\n  Like a mournful bird\nWhose song is tired at last\n  For no mate heard.\nThe loving voice is silent,\n  The useless word;\nOne by one flitting,\n  Sick with hope deferred.\n\nDriving and driving,\n  The ship drives amain:\nWhile swift from mast to mast\n  Shapes flit again,\nFlit silent as the silence\n  Where men lie slain;\nTheir shadow cast upon the sails\n  Is like a stain.\n\nNo voice to call the sleepers,\n  No hand to raise:\nThey sleep to death in dreaming\n  Of length of days.\nVanity of vanities,\n  The Preacher says:\nVanity is the end\n  Of all their ways.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_100","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_103","title":"From House To Home","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"The first was like a dream through summer heat,\n  The second like a tedious numbing swoon,\nWhile the half-frozen pulses lagged to beat\n  Beneath a winter moon.\n\n\"But,\" says my friend, \"what was this thing and where?\"\n  It was a pleasure-place within my soul;\nAn earthly paradise supremely fair\n  That lured me from the goal.\n\nThe first part was a tissue of hugged lies;\n  The second was its ruin fraught with pain:\nWhy raise the fair delusion to the skies\n  But to be dashed again?\n\nMy castle stood of white transparent glass\n  Glittering and frail with many a fretted spire,\nBut when the summer sunset came to pass\n  It kindled into fire.\n\nMy pleasaunce was an undulating green,\n  Stately with trees whose shadows slept below,\nWith glimpses of smooth garden-beds between,\n  Like flame or sky or snow.\n\nSwift squirrels on the pastures took their ease,\n  With leaping lambs safe from the unfeared knife;\nAll singing-birds rejoicing in those trees\n  Fulfilled their careless life.\n\nWood-pigeons cooed there, stock-doves nestled there;\n  My trees were full of songs and flowers and fruit,\nTheir branches spread a city to the air,\n  And mice lodged in their root.\n\nMy heath lay farther off, where lizards lived\n  In strange metallic mail, just spied and gone;\nLike darted lightnings here and there perceived\n  But nowhere dwelt upon.\n\nFrogs and fat toads were there to hop or plod\n  And propagate in peace, an uncouth crew,\nWhere velvet-headed rushes rustling nod\n  And spill the morning dew.\n\nAll caterpillars throve beneath my rule,\n  With snails and slugs in corners out of sight;\nI never marred the curious sudden stool\n  That perfects in a night.\n\nSafe in his excavated gallery\n  The burrowing mole groped on from year to year;\nNo harmless hedgehog curled because of me\n  His prickly back for fear.\n\nOfttimes one like an angel walked with me,\n  With spirit-discerning eyes like flames of fire,\nBut deep as the unfathomed endless sea\n  Fulfilling my desire:\n\nAnd sometimes like a snowdrift he was fair,\n  And sometimes like a sunset glorious red,\nAnd sometimes he had wings to scale the air\n  With aureole round his head.\n\nWe sang our songs together by the way,\n  Calls and recalls and echoes of delight;\nSo communed we together all the day,\n  And so in dreams by night.\n\nI have no words to tell what way we walked,\n  What unforgotten path now closed and sealed;\nI have no words to tell all things we talked,\n  All things that he revealed:\n\nThis only can I tell: that hour by hour\n  I waxed more feastful, lifted up and glad;\nI felt no thorn-prick when I plucked a flower,\n  Felt not my friend was sad.\n\n\"To-morrow,\" once I said to him with smiles:\n  \"To-night,\" he answered gravely and was dumb,\nBut pointed out the stones that numbered miles\n  And miles and miles to come.\n\n\"Not so,\" I said: \"to-morrow shall be sweet;\n  To-night is not so sweet as coming days.\"\nThen first I saw that he had turned his feet,\n  Had turned from me his face:\n\nRunning and flying miles and miles he went,\n  But once looked back to beckon with his hand\nAnd cry: \"Come home, O love, from banishment:\n  Come to the distant land.\"\n\nThat night destroyed me like an avalanche;\n  One night turned all my summer back to snow:\nNext morning not a bird upon my branch,\n  Not a lamb woke below,--\n\nNo bird, no lamb, no living breathing thing;\n  No squirrel scampered on my breezy lawn,\nNo mouse lodged by his hoard: all joys took wing\n  And fled before that dawn.\n\nAzure and sun were starved from heaven above,\n  No dew had fallen, but biting frost lay hoar:\nO love, I knew that I should meet my love,\n  Should find my love no more.\n\n\"My love no more,\" I muttered, stunned with pain:\n  I shed no tear, I wrung no passionate hand,\nTill something whispered: \"You shall meet again,\n  Meet in a distant land.\"\n\nThen with a cry like famine I arose,\n  I lit my candle, searched from room to room,\nSearched up and down; a war of winds that froze\n  Swept through the blank of gloom.\n\nI searched day after day, night after night;\n  Scant change there came to me of night or day:\n\"No more,\" I wailed, \"no more\"; and trimmed my light,\n  And gnashed, but did not pray,\n\nUntil my heart broke and my spirit broke:\n  Upon the frost-bound floor I stumbled, fell,\nAnd moaned: \"It is enough: withhold the stroke.\n  Farewell, O love, farewell.\"\n\nThen life swooned from me. And I heard the song\n  Of spheres and spirits rejoicing over me:\nOne cried: \"Our sister, she hath suffered long.\"--\n  One answered: \"Make her see.\"--\n\nOne cried: \"O blessed she who no more pain,\n  Who no more disappointment shall receive.\"--\nOne answered: \"Not so: she must live again;\n  Strengthen thou her to live.\"\n\nSo, while I lay entranced, a curtain seemed\n  To shrivel with crackling from before my face,\nAcross mine eyes a waxing radiance beamed\n  And showed a certain place.\n\nI saw a vision of a woman, where\n  Night and new morning strive for domination;\nIncomparably pale, and almost fair,\n  And sad beyond expression.\n\nHer eyes were like some fire-enshrining gem,\n  Were stately like the stars, and yet were tender,\nHer figure charmed me like a windy stem\n  Quivering and drooped and slender.\n\nI stood upon the outer barren ground,\n  She stood on inner ground that budded flowers;\nWhile circling in their never-slackening round\n  Danced by the mystic hours.\n\nBut every flower was lifted on a thorn,\n  And every thorn shot upright from its sands\nTo gall her feet; hoarse laughter pealed in scorn\n  With cruel clapping hands.\n\nShe bled and wept, yet did not shrink; her strength\n  Was strung up until daybreak of delight:\nShe measured measureless sorrow toward its length,\n  And breadth, and depth, and height.\n\nThen marked I how a chain sustained her form,\n  A chain of living links not made nor riven:\nIt stretched sheer up through lightning, wind, and storm,\n  And anchored fast in heaven.\n\nOne cried: \"How long? yet founded on the Rock\n  She shall do battle, suffer, and attain.\"--\nOne answered: \"Faith quakes in the tempest shock:\n  Strengthen her soul again.\"\n\nI saw a cup sent down and come to her\n  Brimful of loathing and of bitterness:\nShe drank with livid lips that seemed to stir\n  The depth, not make it less.\n\nBut as she drank I spied a hand distil\n  New wine and virgin honey; making it\nFirst bitter-sweet, then sweet indeed, until\n  She tasted only sweet.\n\nHer lips and cheeks waxed rosy-fresh and young;\n  Drinking she sang: \"My soul shall nothing want\";\nAnd drank anew: while soft a song was sung,\n  A mystical slow chant.\n\nOne cried: \"The wounds are faithful of a friend:\n  The wilderness shall blossom as a rose.\"--\nOne answered: \"Rend the veil, declare the end,\n  Strengthen her ere she goes.\"\n\nThen earth and heaven were rolled up like a scroll;\n  Time and space, change and death, had passed away;\nWeight, number, measure, each had reached its whole:\n  The day had come, that day.\n\nMultitudes--multitudes--stood up in bliss,\n  Made equal to the angels, glorious, fair;\nWith harps, palms, wedding-garments, kiss of peace,\n  And crowned and haloed hair.\n\nThey sang a song, a new song in the height,\n  Harping with harps to Him Who is Strong and True:\nThey drank new wine, their eyes saw with new light,\n  Lo, all things were made new.\n\nTier beyond tier they rose and rose and rose\n  So high that it was dreadful, flames with flames:\nNo man could number them, no tongue disclose\n  Their secret sacred names.\n\nAs though one pulse stirred all, one rush of blood\n  Fed all, one breath swept through them myriad voiced,\nThey struck their harps, cast down their crowns, they stood\n  And worshipped and rejoiced.\n\nEach face looked one way like a moon new-lit,\n  Each face looked one way towards its Sun of Love;\nDrank love and bathed in love and mirrored it\n  And knew no end thereof.\n\nGlory touched glory on each blessed head,\n  Hands locked dear hands never to sunder more:\nThese were the new-begotten from the dead\n  Whom the great birthday bore.\n\nHeart answered heart, soul answered soul at rest,\n  Double against each other, filled, sufficed:\nAll loving, loved of all; but loving best\n  And best beloved of Christ.\n\nI saw that one who lost her love in pain,\n  Who trod on thorns, who drank the loathsome cup;\nThe lost in night, in day was found again;\n  The fallen was lifted up.\n\nThey stood together in the blessed noon,\n  They sang together through the length of days;\nEach loving face bent Sunwards like a moon\n  New-lit with love and praise.\n\nTherefore, O friend, I would not if I might\n  Rebuild my house of lies, wherein I joyed\nOne time to dwell: my soul shall walk in white,\n  Cast down but not destroyed.\n\nTherefore in patience I possess my soul;\n  Yea, therefore as a flint I set my face,\nTo pluck down, to build up again the whole--\n  But in a distant place.\n\nThese thorns are sharp, yet I can tread on them;\n  This cup is loathsome, yet He makes it sweet;\nMy face is steadfast toward Jerusalem,\n  My heart remembers it.\n\nI lift the hanging hands, the feeble knees--\n  I, precious more than seven times molten gold--\nUntil the day when from His storehouses\n  God shall bring new and old;\n\nBeauty for ashes, oil of joy for grief,\n  Garment of praise for spirit of heaviness:\nAlthough to-day I fade as doth a leaf,\n  I languish and grow less.\n\nAlthough to-day He prunes my twigs with pain,\n  Yet doth His blood nourish and warm my root:\nTo-morrow I shall put forth buds again,\n  And clothe myself with fruit.\n\nAlthough to-day I walk in tedious ways,\n  To-day His staff is turned into a rod,\nYet will I wait for Him the appointed days\n  And stay upon my God.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_103","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_113","title":"Old And New Year Ditties","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"1.\n\nNew Year met me somewhat sad:\n  Old Year leaves me tired,\nStripped of favorite things I had,\n  Balked of much desired:\nYet farther on my road to-day,\nGod willing, farther on my way.\n\nNew Year coming on apace\n  What have you to give me?\nBring you scathe, or bring you grace,\nFace me with an honest face;\n  You shall not deceive me:\nBe it good or ill, be it what you will,\nIt needs shall help me on my road,\nMy rugged way to heaven, please God.\n\n2.\n\nWatch with me, men, women, and children dear,\nYou whom I love, for whom I hope and fear,\nWatch with me this last vigil of the year.\nSome hug their business, some their pleasure-scheme;\nSome seize the vacant hour to sleep or dream;\nHeart locked in heart some kneel and watch apart.\n\nWatch with me, blessed spirits, who delight\nAll through the holy night to walk in white,\nOr take your ease after the long-drawn fight.\nI know not if they watch with me: I know\nThey count this eve of resurrection slow,\nAnd cry, \"How long?\" with urgent utterance strong.\n\nWatch with me, Jesus, in my loneliness:\nThough others say me nay, yet say Thou yes;\nThough others pass me by, stop Thou to bless.\nYea, Thou dost stop with me this vigil night;\nTo-night of pain, to-morrow of delight:\nI, Love, am Thine; Thou, Lord, my God, art mine.\n\n3.\n\nPassing away, saith the World, passing away:\nChances, beauty and youth sapped day by day:\nThy life never continueth in one stay.\nIs the eye waxen dim, is the dark hair changing to gray\nThat hath won neither laurel nor bay?\nI shall clothe myself in Spring and bud in May:\nThou, root-stricken, shalt not rebuild thy decay\nOn my bosom for aye.\nThen I answered: Yea.\n\nPassing away, saith my Soul, passing away:\nWith its burden of fear and hope, of labor and play;\nHearken what the past doth witness and say:\nRust in thy gold, a moth is in thine array,\nA canker is in thy bud, thy leaf must decay.\nAt midnight, at cock-crow, at morning, one certain day\nLo, the Bridegroom shall come and shall not delay:\nWatch thou and pray.\nThen I answered: Yea.\n\nPassing away, saith my God, passing away:\nWinter passeth after the long delay:\nNew grapes on the vine, new figs on the tender spray,\nTurtle calleth turtle in Heaven's May.\nThough I tarry, wait for Me, trust Me, watch and pray.\nArise, come away, night is past, and lo it is day,\nMy love, My sister, My spouse, thou shalt hear Me say.\nThen I answered: Yea.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_113","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_113","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"90d62935b8e5907205e21651dde5de3c6a687457032b0c4dd51b1a2b54081596","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_115","title":"Amen","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"It is over. What is over?\n  Nay, how much is over truly!--\nHarvest days we toiled to sow for;\n  Now the sheaves are gathered newly,\n  Now the wheat is garnered duly.\n\nIt is finished. What is finished?\n  Much is finished known or unknown:\nLives are finished; time diminished;\n  Was the fallow field left unsown?\n  Will these buds be always unblown?\n\nIt suffices. What suffices?\n  All suffices reckoned rightly:\nSpring shall bloom where now the ice is,\n  Roses make the bramble sightly,\n  And the quickening sun shine brightly,\n  And the latter wind blow lightly,\nAnd my garden teem with spices.","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_115","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_115","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"3983ad3c547e8f80a9140e45c5709a5d88838a8fef21cb6ec79231986e0bffc8","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_116","title":"Mother Country","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Oh what is that country\n  And where can it be,\nNot mine own country,\n  But dearer far to me?\nYet mine own country,\n  If I one day may see\nIts spices and cedars,\n  Its gold and ivory.\n\nAs I lie dreaming\n  It rises, that land;\nThere rises before me\n  Its green golden strand,\nWith the bowing cedars\n  And the shining sand;\nIt sparkles and flashes\n  Like a shaken brand.\n\nDo angels lean nearer\n  While I lie and long?\nI see their soft plumage\n  And catch their windy song,\nLike the rise of a high tide\n  Sweeping full and strong;\nI mark the outskirts\n  Of their reverend throng.\n\nOh what is a king here,\n  Or what is a boor?\nHere all starve together,\n  All dwarfed and poor;\nHere Death's hand knocketh\n  At door after door,\nHe thins the dancers\n  From the festal floor.\n\nOh what is a handmaid,\n  Or what is a queen?\nAll must lie down together\n  Where the turf is green,\nThe foulest face hidden,\n  The fairest not seen;\nGone as if never\n  They had breathed or been.\n\nGone from sweet sunshine\n  Underneath the sod,\nTurned from warm flesh and blood\n  To senseless clod;\nGone as if never\n  They had toiled or trod,\nGone out of sight of all\n  Except our God.\n\nShut into silence\n  From the accustomed song\nShut into solitude\n  From all earth's throng,\nRun down though swift of foot,\n  Thrust down though strong;\nLife made an end of,\n  Seemed it short or long.\n\nLife made an end of,\n  Life but just begun;\nLife finished yesterday,\n  Its last sand run;\nLife new-born with the morrow\n  Fresh as the sun:\nWhile done is done for ever;\n  Undone, undone.\n\nAnd if that life is life,\n  This is but a breath,\nThe passage of a dream\n  And the shadow of death;\nBut a vain shadow\n  If one considereth;\nVanity of vanities,\n  As the Preacher saith.","themes":["spirituality","loneliness","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_116","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_119","title":"The Prince'S Progress","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Till all sweet gums and juices flow,\nTill the blossom of blossoms blow,\nThe long hours go and come and go,\n  The bride she sleepeth, waketh, sleepeth,\nWaiting for one whose coming is slow:--\n    Hark! the bride weepeth.\n\n\"How long shall I wait, come heat come rime?\"--\n\"Till the strong Prince comes, who must come in time,\"\nHer women say. \"There's a mountain to climb,\n  A river to ford. Sleep, dream and sleep:\nSleep,\" they say: \"we've muffled the chime,\n    Better dream than weep.\"\n\nIn his world-end palace the strong Prince sat,\nTaking his ease on cushion and mat,\nClose at hand lay his staff and his hat\n  \"When wilt thou start? the bride waits, O youth.\"--\n\"Now the moon's at full; I tarried for that,\n    Now I start in truth.\n\n\"But tell me first, true voice of my doom,\nOf my veiled bride in her maiden bloom;\nKeeps she watch through glare and through gloom,\n  Watch for me asleep and awake?\"--\n\"Spell-bound she watches in one white room,\n    And is patient for thy sake.\n\n\"By her head lilies and rosebuds grow;\nThe lilies droop,--will the rosebuds blow?\nThe silver slim lilies hang the head low;\n  Their stream is scanty, their sunshine rare;\nLet the sun blaze out, and let the stream flow,\n    They will blossom and wax fair.\n\n\"Red and white poppies grow at her feet,\nThe blood-red wait for sweet summer heat,\nWrapped in bud-coats hairy and neat;\n  But the white buds swell; one day they will burst,\nWill open their death-cups drowsy and sweet,--\n    Which will open the first?\"\n\nThen a hundred sad voices lifted a wail,\nAnd a hundred glad voices piped on the gale:\n\"Time is short, life is short,\" they took up the tale:\n  \"Life is sweet, love is sweet, use to-day while you may;\nLove is sweet, and to-morrow may fail;\n    Love is sweet, use to-day.\"\n\nWhile the song swept by, beseeching and meek,\nUp rose the Prince with a flush on his cheek,\nUp he rose to stir and to seek,\n  Going forth in the joy of his strength;\nStrong of limb, if of purpose weak,\n    Starting at length.\n\nForth he set in the breezy morn,\nAcross green fields of nodding corn,\nAs goodly a Prince as ever was born,\n  Carolling with the carolling lark;--\nSure his bride will be won and worn,\n    Ere fall of the dark.\n\nSo light his step, so merry his smile,\nA milkmaid loitered beside a stile,\nSet down her pail and rested awhile,\n  A wave-haired milkmaid, rosy and white;\nThe Prince, who had journeyed at least a mile,\n    Grew athirst at the sight.\n\n\"Will you give me a morning draught?\"--\n\"You're kindly welcome,\" she said, and laughed.\nHe lifted the pail, new milk he quaffed;\n  Then wiping his curly black beard like silk:\n\"Whitest cow that ever was calved\n    Surely gave you this milk.\"\n\nWas it milk now, or was it cream?\nWas she a maid, or an evil dream?\nHer eyes began to glitter and gleam;\n  He would have gone, but he stayed instead;\nGreen they gleamed as he looked in them:\n    \"Give me my fee,\" she said.--\n\n\"I will give you a jewel of gold.\"--\n\"Not so; gold is heavy and cold.\"--\n\"I will give you a velvet fold\n  Of foreign work your beauty to deck.\"--\n\"Better I like my kerchief rolled\n    Light and white round my neck.\"--\n\n\"Nay,\" cried he, \"but fix your own fee.\"--\nShe laughed, \"You may give the full moon to me;\nOr else sit under this apple-tree\n  Here for one idle day by my side;\nAfter that I'll let you go free,\n    And the world is wide.\"\n\nLoath to stay, but to leave her slack,\nHe half turned away, then he quite turned back:\nFor courtesy's sake he could not lack\n  To redeem his own royal pledge;\nAhead, too, the windy heaven lowered black\n    With a fire-cloven edge.\n\nSo he stretched his length in the apple-tree shade,\nLay and laughed and talked to the maid,\nWho twisted her hair in a cunning braid,\n  And writhed it in shining serpent-coils,\nAnd held him a day and night fast laid\n      In her subtle toils.\n\nAt the death of night and the birth of day,\nWhen the owl left off his sober play,\nAnd the bat hung himself out of the way,\n  Woke the song of mavis and merle,\nAnd heaven put off its hodden gray\n    For mother-o'-pearl.\n\nPeeped up daisies here and there,\nHere, there, and everywhere;\nRose a hopeful lark in the air,\n  Spreading out towards the sun his breast;\nWhile the moon set solemn and fair\n    Away in the west.\n\n\"Up, up, up,\" called the watchman lark,\nIn his clear réveillée: \"Hearken, O hark!\nPress to the high goal, fly to the mark.\n  Up, O sluggard, new morn is born;\nIf still asleep when the night falls dark,\n    Thou must wait a second morn.\"\n\n\"Up, up, up,\" sad glad voices swelled:\n\"So the tree falls and lies as it's felled.\nBe thy bands loosed, O sleeper, long held\n  In sweet sleep whose end is not sweet.\nBe the slackness girt and the softness quelled\n    And the slowness fleet.\"\n\nOff he set. The grass grew rare,\nA blight lurked in the darkening air,\nThe very moss grew hueless and spare,\n  The last daisy stood all astunt;\nBehind his back the soil lay bare,\n    But barer in front.\n\nA land of chasm and rent, a land\nOf rugged blackness on either hand:\nIf water trickled, its track was tanned\n  With an edge of rust to the chink;\nIf one stamped on stone or on sand\n    It returned a clink.\n\nA lifeless land, a loveless land,\nWithout lair or nest on either hand:\nOnly scorpions jerked in the sand,\n  Black as black iron, or dusty pale;\nFrom point to point sheer rock was manned\n    By scorpions in mail.\n\nA land of neither life nor death,\nWhere no man buildeth or fashioneth,\nWhere none draws living or dying breath;\n  No man cometh or goeth there,\nNo man doeth, seeketh, saith,\n    In the stagnant air.\n\nSome old volcanic upset must\nHave rent the crust and blackened the crust;\nWrenched and ribbed it beneath its dust\n  Above earth's molten centre at seethe,\nHeaved and heaped it by huge upthrust\n    Of fire beneath.\n\nUntrodden before, untrodden since:\nTedious land for a social Prince;\nHalting, he scanned the outs and ins,\n  Endless, labyrinthine, grim,\nOf the solitude that made him wince,\n  Laying wait for him.\n\nBy bulging rock and gaping cleft,\nEven of half mere daylight reft,\nRueful he peered to right and left,\n  Muttering in his altered mood:\n\"The fate is hard that weaves my weft,\n    Though my lot be good.\"\n\nDim the changes of day to night,\nOf night scarce dark to day not bright.\nStill his road wound towards the right,\n  Still he went, and still he went,\nTill one night he spied a light,\n    In his discontent.\n\nOut it flashed from a yawn-mouthed cave,\nLike a red-hot eye from a grave.\nNo man stood there of whom to crave\n  Rest for wayfarer plodding by:\nThough the tenant were churl or knave\n    The Prince might try.\n\nIn he passed and tarried not,\nGroping his way from spot to spot,\nTowards where the cavern flare glowed hot:--\n  An old, old mortal, cramped and double,\nWas peering into a seething-pot,\n    In a world of trouble.\n\nThe veriest atomy he looked,\nWith grimy fingers clutching and crooked,\nTight skin, a nose all bony and hooked,\n  And a shaking, sharp, suspicious way;\nBlinking, his eyes had scarcely brooked\n    The light of day.\n\nStared the Prince, for the sight was new;\nStared, but asked without more ado:\n\"May a weary traveller lodge with you,\n  Old father, here in your lair?\nIn your country the inns seem few,\n    And scanty the fare.\"\n\nThe head turned not to hear him speak;\nThe old voice whistled as through a leak\n(Out it came in a quavering squeak):\n  \"Work for wage is a bargain fit:\nIf there's aught of mine that you seek\n    You must work for it.\n\n\"Buried alive from light and air\nThis year is the hundredth year,\nI feed my fire with a sleepless care,\n  Watching my potion wane or wax:\nElixir of Life is simmering there,\n    And but one thing lacks.\n\n\"If you're fain to lodge here with me,\nTake that pair of bellows you see,--\nToo heavy for my old hands they be,--\n  Take the bellows and puff and puff:\nWhen the steam curls rosy and free\n    The broth's boiled enough.\n\n\"Then take your choice of all I have;\nI will give you life if you crave.\nAlready I'm mildewed for the grave,\n  So first myself I must drink my fill:\nBut all the rest may be yours, to save\n    Whomever you will.\"\n\n\"Done,\" quoth the Prince, and the bargain stood.\nFirst he piled on resinous wood,\nNext plied the bellows in hopeful mood;\n  Thinking, \"My love and I will live.\nIf I tarry, why life is good,\n    And she may forgive.\"\n\nThe pot began to bubble and boil;\nThe old man cast in essence and oil,\nHe stirred all up with a triple coil\n  Of gold and silver and iron wire,\nDredged in a pinch of virgin soil,\n    And fed the fire.\n\nBut still the steam curled watery white;\nNight turned to day and day to night;\nOne thing lacked, by his feeble sight\n  Unseen, unguessed by his feeble mind:\nLife might miss him, but Death the blight\n    Was sure to find.\n\nSo when the hundredth year was full\nThe thread was cut and finished the school.\nDeath snapped the old worn-out tool,\n  Snapped him short while he stood and stirred\n(Though stiff he stood as a stiff-necked mule)\n    With never a word.\n\nThus at length the old crab was nipped.\nThe dead hand slipped, the dead finger dipped\nIn the broth as the dead man slipped,--\n  That same instant, a rosy red\nFlushed the steam, and quivered and clipped\n    Round the dead old head.\n\nThe last ingredient was supplied\n(Unless the dead man mistook or lied).\nUp started the Prince, he cast aside\n  The bellows plied through the tedious trial,\nMade sure that his host had died,\n    And filled a phial.\n\n\"One night's rest,\" thought the Prince. \"This done,\nForth I speed with the rising sun:\nWith the morrow I rise and run,\n  Come what will of wind or of weather.\nThis draught of Life when my Bride is won\n    We'll drink together.\"\n\nThus the dead man stayed in his grave,\nSelf-chosen, the dead man in his cave;\nThere he stayed, were he fool or knave,\n  Or honest seeker who had not found;\nWhile the Prince outside was prompt to crave\n    Sleep on the ground.\n\n\"If she watches, go bid her sleep;\nBid her sleep, for the road is steep:\nHe can sleep who holdeth her cheap,\n  Sleep and wake and sleep again.\nLet him sow, one day he shall reap,\n    Let him sow the grain.\n\n\"When there blows a sweet garden rose,\nLet it bloom and wither if no man knows:\nBut if one knows when the sweet thing blows,\n  Knows, and lets it open and drop,\nIf but a nettle his garden grows\n    He hath earned the crop.\"\n\nThrough his sleep the summons rang,\nInto his ears it sobbed and it sang.\nSlow he woke with a drowsy pang,\n  Shook himself without much debate,\nTurned where he saw green branches hang,\n    Started though late.\n\nFor the black land was travelled o'er,\nHe should see the grim land no more.\nA flowering country stretched before\n  His face when the lovely day came back:\nHe hugged the phial of Life he bore,\n    And resumed his track.\n\nBy willow courses he took his path,\nSpied what a nest the kingfisher hath,\nMarked the fields green to aftermath,\n  Marked where the red-brown field-mouse ran,\nLoitered awhile for a deep-stream bath,\n    Yawned for a fellow-man.\n\nUp on the hills not a soul in view,\nIn the vale not many nor few;\nLeaves, still leaves, and nothing new.\n  It's O for a second maiden, at least,\nTo bear the flagon, and taste it too,\n    And flavor the feast.\n\nLagging he moved, and apt to swerve;\nLazy of limb, but quick of nerve.\nAt length the water-bed took a curve,\n  The deep river swept its bank-side bare;\nWaters streamed from the hill-reserve,--\n    Waters here, waters there.\n\nHigh above, and deep below,\nBursting, bubbling, swelling the flow,\nLike hill-torrents after the snow,--\n  Bubbling, gurgling, in whirling strife,\nSwaying, sweeping, to and fro,--\n    He must swim for his life.\n\nWhich way?--which way?--his eyes grew dim\nWith the dizzying whirl,--which way to swim?\nThe thunderous downshoot deafened him;\n  Half he choked in the lashing spray:\nLife is sweet, and the grave is grim,--\n    Which way?--which way?\n\nA flash of light, a shout from the strand:\n\"This way,--this way; here lies the land!\"\nHis phial clutched in one drowning hand;\n  He catches,--misses,--catches a rope;\nHis feet slip on the slipping sand:\n    Is there life?--is there hope?\n\nJust saved, without pulse or breath,--\nScarcely saved from the gulp of death;\nLaid where a willow shadoweth,--\n  Laid where a swelling turf is smooth.\n(O Bride! but the Bridegroom lingereth\n    For all thy sweet youth.)\n\nKind hands do and undo,\nKind voices whisper and coo:\n\"I will chafe his hands,\"--\"and I,\"--\"and you\n  Raise his head, put his hair aside.\"\n(If many laugh, one well may rue:\n    Sleep on, thou Bride.)\n\nSo the Prince was tended with care:\nOne wrung foul ooze from his clustered hair;\nTwo chafed his hands, and did not spare;\n  But one propped his head that drooped awry\nTill his eyes oped, and at unaware\n    They met eye to eye.\n\nO, a moon face in a shadowy place,\nAnd a light touch and a winsome grace,\nAnd a thrilling tender voice which says:\n  \"Safe from waters that seek the sea,--\nCold waters by rugged ways,--\n    Safe with me.\"\n\nWhile overhead bird whistles to bird,\nAnd round about plays a gamesome herd:\n\"Safe with us,\"--some take up the word,--\n  \"Safe with us, dear lord and friend:\nAll the sweeter if long deferred\n    Is rest in the end.\"\n\nHad he stayed to weigh and to scan,\nHe had been more or less than a man:\nHe did what a young man can,\nSpoke of toil and an arduous way,--\nToil to-morrow, while golden ran\n    The sands of to-day.\n\nSlip past, slip fast,\nUncounted hours from first to last,\nMany hours till the last is past,\n  Many hours dwindling to one,--\nOne hour whose die is cast,\n    One last hour gone.\n\nCome, gone,--gone forever,--\nGone as an unreturning river,--\nGone as to death the merriest liver,--\n  Gone as the year at the dying fall,--\nTo-morrow, to-day, yesterday, never,--\n    Gone once for all.\n\nCame at length the starting-day,\nWith last words, and last, last words to say,\nWith bodiless cries from far away,--\n  Chiding wailing voices that rang\nLike a trumpet-call to the tug and fray;\n    And thus they sang:\n\n\"Is there life?--the lamp burns low;\nIs there hope?--the coming is slow:\nThe promise promised so long ago,\n  The long promise, has not been kept.\nDoes she live?--does she die?--she slumbers so\n    Who so oft has wept.\n\n\"Does she live?--does she die?--she languisheth\nAs a lily drooping to death,\nAs a drought-worn bird with failing breath,\n  As a lovely vine without a stay,\nAs a tree whereof the owner saith,\n    'Hew it down to-day.'\"\n\nStung by that word the Prince was fain\nTo start on his tedious road again.\nHe crossed the stream where a ford was plain,\n  He clomb the opposite bank though steep,\nAnd swore to himself to strain and attain\n    Ere he tasted sleep.\n\nHuge before him a mountain frowned\nWith foot of rock on the valley ground,\nAnd head with snows incessant crowned,\n  And a cloud mantle about its strength,\nAnd a path which the wild goat hath not found\n    In its breadth and length.\n\nBut he was strong to do and dare:\nIf a host had withstood him there,\nHe had braved a host with little care\n  In his lusty youth and his pride,\nTough to grapple though weak to snare.\n    He comes, O Bride.\n\nUp he went where the goat scarce clings,\nUp where the eagle folds her wings,\nPast the green line of living things,\n  Where the sun cannot warm the cold,--\nUp he went as a flame enrings\n    Where there seems no hold.\n\nUp a fissure barren and black,\nTill the eagles tired upon his track,\nAnd the clouds were left behind his back,--\n  Up till the utmost peak was past.\nThen he gasped for breath and his strength fell slack;\n    He paused at last.\n\nBefore his face a valley spread\nWhere fatness laughed, wine, oil, and bread,\nWhere all fruit-trees their sweetness shed,\n  Where all birds made love to their kind,\nWhere jewels twinkled, and gold lay red\n    And not hard to find.\n\nMidway down the mountain side\n(On its green slope the path was wide)\nStood a house for a royal bride,\n  Built all of changing opal stone,\nThe royal palace, till now descried\n    In his dreams alone.\n\nLess bold than in days of yore,\nDoubting now though never before,\nDoubting he goes and lags the more:\n  Is the time late? does the day grow dim?\nRose, will she open the crimson core\n    Of her heart to him?\n\nAbove his head a tangle glows\nOf wine-red roses, blushes, snows,\nClosed buds and buds that unclose,\n  Leaves, and moss, and prickles too;\nHis hand shook as he plucked a rose,\n    And the rose dropped dew.\n\nTake heart of grace! the portion of Life\nMay go far to woo him a wife:\nIf she frown, yet a lover's strife\n  Lightly raised can be laid again:\nA hasty word is never the knife\n    To cut love in twain.\n\nFar away stretched the royal land,\nFed by dew, by a spice-wind fanned:\nLight labor more, and his foot would stand\n  On the threshold, all labor done;\nEasy pleasure laid at his hand,\n    And the dear Bride won.\n\nHis slackening steps pause at the gate,--\nDoes she wake or sleep?--the time is late,--\nDoes she sleep now, or watch and wait?\n  She has watched, she has waited long,\nWatching athwart the golden grate\n    With a patient song.\n\nFling the golden portals wide,\nThe Bridegroom comes to his promised Bride;\nDraw the gold-stiff curtains aside,\n  Let them look on each other's face,\nShe in her meekness, he in his pride,--\n    Day wears apace.\n\nDay is over, the day that wore.\nWhat is this that comes through the door,\nThe face covered, the feet before?\n  This that coming takes his breath;\nThis Bride not seen, to be seen no more\n    Save of Bridegroom Death?\n\nVeiled figures carrying her\nSweep by yet make no stir;\nThere is a smell of spice and myrrh,\n  A bride-chant burdened with one name;\nThe bride-song rises steadier\n    Than the torches' flame:\n\n\"Too late for love, too late for joy,\n  Too late, too late!\nYou loitered on the road too long,\n  You trifled at the gate:\nThe enchanted dove upon her branch\n    Died without a mate;\nThe enchanted princess in her tower\n  Slept, died, behind the grate;\nHer heart was starving all this while\n    You made it wait.\n\n\"Ten years ago, five years ago,\n  One year ago,\nEven then you had arrived in time,\n  Though somewhat slow;\nThen you had known her living face\n  Which now you cannot know:\nThe frozen fountain would have leaped,\n  The buds gone on to blow,\nThe warm south wind would have awaked\n    To melt the snow.\n\n\"Is she fair now as she lies?\n  Once she was fair;\nMeet queen for any kingly king,\n  With gold-dust on her hair.\nNow these are poppies in her locks,\n  White poppies she must wear;\nMust wear a veil to shroud her face\n  And the want graven there:\nOr is the hunger fed at length,\n    Cast off the care?\n\n\"We never saw her with a smile\n  Or with a frown;\nHer bed seemed never soft to her,\n  Though tossed of down;\nShe little heeded what she wore,\n  Kirtle, or wreath, or gown;We think her white brows often ached\n  Beneath her crown,\nTill silvery hairs showed in her locks\n  That used to be so brown.\n\n\"We never heard her speak in haste:\n  Her tones were sweet,\nAnd modulated just so much\n  As it was meet:\nHer heart sat silent through the noise\n  And concourse of the street.\nThere was no hurry in her hands,\n  No hurry in her feet;\nThere was no bliss drew nigh to her,\n  That she might run to greet.\n\n\"You should have wept her yesterday,\n  Wasting upon her bed:\nBut wherefore should you weep to-day\n  That she is dead?\nLo, we who love weep not to-day,\n  But crown her royal head.\nLet be these poppies that we strew,\n  Your roses are too red:\nLet be these poppies, not for you\n  Cut down and spread.\"","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_119","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_140","title":"Maiden-Song","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Long ago and long ago,\n  And long ago still,\nThere dwelt three merry maidens\n  Upon a distant hill.\nOne was tall Meggan,\n  And one was dainty May,\nBut one was fair Margaret,\n  More fair than I can say,\nLong ago and long ago.\n\nWhen Meggan plucked the thorny rose,\n  And when May pulled the brier,\nHalf the birds would swoop to see,\n  Half the beasts draw nigher;\nHalf the fishes of the streams\n  Would dart up to admire:\nBut when Margaret plucked a flag-flower,\n  Or poppy hot aflame,\nAll the beasts and all the birds\n  And all the fishes came\nTo her hand more soft than snow.\n\nStrawberry leaves and May-dew\n  In brisk morning air,\nStrawberry leaves and May-dew\n  Make maidens fair.\n\"I go for strawberry-leaves,\"\n  Meggan said one day:\n\"Fair Margaret can bide at home,\n  But you come with me, May;\nUp the hill and down the hill,\n  Along the winding way,\nYou and I are used to go.\"\n\nSo these two fair sisters\n  Went with innocent will\nUp the hill and down again,\n  And round the homestead hill:\nWhile the fairest sat at home,\n  Margaret like a queen,\nLike a blush-rose, like the moon\n  In her heavenly sheen,\nFragrant-breathed as milky cow\n  Or field of blossoming bean,\nGraceful as an ivy bough\n  Born to cling and lean;\nThus she sat to sing and sew.\n\nWhen she raised her lustrous eyes\n  A beast peeped at the door;\nWhen she downward cast her eyes\n  A fish gasped on the floor;\nWhen she turned away her eyes\n  A bird perched on the sill,\nWarbling out its heart of love,\n  Warbling, warbling still,\nWith pathetic pleadings low.\n\nLight-foot May with Meggan\n  Sought the choicest spot,\nClothed with thyme-alternate grass:\n  Then, while day waxed hot,\nSat at ease to play and rest,\n  A gracious rest and play;\nThe loveliest maidens near or far,\n  When Margaret was away,\nWho sat at home to sing and sew.\n\nSun-glow flushed their comely cheeks,\n  Wind-play tossed their hair,\nCreeping things among the grass\n  Stroked them here and there;\nMeggan piped a merry note,\n  A fitful, wayward lay,\nWhile shrill as bird on topmost twig\n  Piped merry May;\nHoney-smooth the double flow.\n\nSped a herdsman from the vale,\n  Mounting like a flame,\nAll on fire to hear and see\n  With floating locks he came.\nLooked neither north nor south,\n  Neither east nor west,\nBut sat him down at Meggan's feet\n  As love-bird on his nest,\nAnd wooed her with a silent awe,\n  With trouble not expressed;\nShe sang the tears into his eyes,\n  The heart out of his breast:\nSo he loved her, listening so.\n\nShe sang the heart out of his breast,\n  The words out of his tongue;\nHand and foot and pulse he paused\n  Till her song was sung.\nThen he spoke up from his place\n  Simple words and true:\n\"Scanty goods have I to give,\n  Scanty skill to woo;\nBut I have a will to work,\n  And a heart for you:\nBid me stay or bid me go.\"\n\nThen Meggan mused within herself:\n  \"Better be first with him,\nThan dwell where fairer Margaret sits,\n  Who shines my brightness dim,\nForever second where she sits,\n  However fair I be:\nI will be lady of his love,\n  And he shall worship me;\nI will be lady of his herds\n  And stoop to his degree,\nAt home where kids and fatlings grow.\"\n\nSped a shepherd from the height\n  Headlong down to look,\n(White lambs followed, lured by love\n  Of their shepherd's crook):\nHe turned neither east nor west,\n  Neither north nor south,\nBut knelt right down to May, for love\n  Of her sweet-singing mouth;\nForgot his flocks, his panting flocks\n  In parching hillside drouth;\nForgot himself for weal or woe.\n\nTrilled her song and swelled her song\n  With maiden coy caprice\nIn a labyrinth of throbs,\n  Pauses, cadences;\nClear-noted as a dropping brook,\n  Soft-noted like the bees,\nWild-noted as the shivering wind\n  Forlorn through forest trees:\nLove-noted like the wood-pigeon\n  Who hides herself for love,\nYet cannot keep her secret safe,\n  But cooes and cooes thereof:\nThus the notes rang loud or low.\n\nHe hung breathless on her breath;\n  Speechless, who listened well;\nCould not speak or think or wish\n  Till silence broke the spell.\nThen he spoke, and spread his hands\n  Pointing here and there:\n\"See my sheep and see the lambs,\n  Twin lambs which they bare.\nAll myself I offer you,\n  All my flocks and care,\nYour sweet song hath moved me so.\"\n\nIn her fluttered heart young May\n  Mused a dubious while:\n\"If he loves me as he says\"--\n  Her lips curved with a smile:\n\"Where Margaret shines like the sun,\n  I shine but like a moon;\nIf sister Meggan makes her choice\n  I can make mine as soon;\nAt cockcrow we were sister-maids,\n  We may be brides at noon.\"\nSaid Meggan, \"Yes\"; May said not \"No.\"\n\nFair Margaret stayed alone at home,\n  Awhile she sang her song,\nAwhile sat silent, then she thought:\n  \"My sisters loiter long.\"\nThat sultry noon had waned away,\n  Shadows had waxen great:\n\"Surely,\" she thought within herself,\n  \"My sisters loiter late.\"\nShe rose, and peered out at the door,\n  With patient heart to wait,\nAnd heard a distant nightingale\n  Complaining of its mate;\nThen down the garden slope she walked,\n  Down to the garden gate,\nLeaned on the rail and waited so.\n\nThe slope was lightened by her eyes\n  Like summer lightning fair,\nLike rising of the haloed moon\n  Lightened her glimmering hair,\nWhile her face lightened like the sun\n  Whose dawn is rosy white.\nThus crowned with maiden majesty\n  She peered into the night,\nLooked up the hill and down the hill,\n  To left hand and to right,\nFlashing like fire-flies to and fro.\n\nWaiting thus in weariness\n  She marked the nightingale\nTelling, if any one would heed,\n  Its old complaining tale.\nThen lifted she her voice and sang,\n  Answering the bird:\nThen lifted she her voice and sang,\n  Such notes were never heard\nFrom any bird when Spring's in blow.\n\nThe king of all that country\n  Coursing far, coursing near,\nCurbed his amber-bitted steed,\n  Coursed amain to hear;\nAll his princes in his train,\n  Squire, and knight, and peer,\nWith his crown upon his head,\n  His sceptre in his hand,\nDown he fell at Margaret's knees\n  Lord king of all that land,\nTo her highness bending low.\n\nEvery beast and bird and fish\n  Came mustering to the sound,\nEvery man and every maid\n  From miles of country round:\nMeggan on her herdsman's arm,\n  With her shepherd, May,\nFlocks and herds trooped at their heels\n  Along the hillside way;\nNo foot too feeble for the ascent,\n  Not any head too gray;\nSome were swift and none were slow.\n\nSo Margaret sang her sisters home\n  In their marriage mirth;\nSang free birds out of the sky,\n  Beasts along the earth,\nSang up fishes of the deep,--\n  All breathing things that move\nSang from far and sang from near\n  To her lovely love;\nSang together friend and foe;\n\nSang a golden-bearded king\n  Straightway to her feet,\nSang him silent where he knelt\n  In eager anguish sweet.\nBut when the clear voice died away,\n  When longest echoes died,\nHe stood up like a royal man\n  And claimed her for his bride.\nSo three maids were wooed and won\n  In a brief May-tide,\nLong ago and long ago.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_140","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_148","title":"Jessie Cameron","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"\"Jessie, Jessie Cameron,\n   Hear me but this once,\" quoth he.\n\"Good luck go with you, neighbor's son,\n  But I'm no mate for you,\" quoth she.\nDay was verging toward the night\n  There beside the moaning sea,\nDimness overtook the light\n  There where the breakers be.\n\"O Jessie, Jessie Cameron,\n  I have loved you long and true.\"--\n\"Good luck go with you, neighbor's son,\n  But I'm no mate for you.\"\n\nShe was a careless, fearless girl,\n  And made her answer plain;\nOutspoken she to earl or churl,\n  Kind-hearted in the main,\nBut somewhat heedless with her tongue,\n  And apt at causing pain;\nA mirthful maiden she and young,\n  Most fair for bliss or bane.\n\"O, long ago I told you so,\n  I tell you so to-day:\nGo you your way, and let me go\n  Just my own free way.\"\n\nThe sea swept in with moan and foam\n  Quickening the stretch of sand;\nThey stood almost in sight of home;\n  He strove to take her hand.\n\"O, can't you take your answer then,\n  And won't you understand?\nFor me you're not the man of men,\n  I've other plans are planned.\nYou're good for Madge, or good for Cis,\n  Or good for Kate, may be:\nBut what's to me the good of this\n  While you're not good for me?\"\n\nThey stood together on the beach,\n  They two alone,\nAnd louder waxed his urgent speech,\n  His patience almost gone:\n\"O, say but one kind word to me,\n  Jessie, Jessie Cameron.\"--\n\"I'd be too proud to beg,\" quoth she,\n  And pride was in her tone.\nAnd pride was in her lifted head,\n  And in her angry eye,\nAnd in her foot, which might have fled,\n  But would not fly.\n\nSome say that he had gypsy blood,\n  That in his heart was guile:\nYet he had gone through fire and flood\n  Only to win her smile.\nSome say his grandam was a witch,\n  A black witch from beyond the Nile,\nWho kept an image in a niche\n  And talked with it the while.\nAnd by her hut far down the lane\n  Some say they would not pass at night,\nLest they should hear an unked strain\n  Or see an unked sight.\n\nAlas, for Jessie Cameron!--\n  The sea crept moaning, moaning nigher:\nShe should have hastened to be gone,--\n  The sea swept higher, breaking by her:\nShe should have hastened to her home\n  While yet the west was flushed with fire,\nBut now her feet are in the foam,\n  The sea-foam, sweeping higher.\nO mother, linger at your door,\n  And light your lamp to make it plain;\nBut Jessie she comes home no more,\n  No more again.\n\nThey stood together on the strand,\n  They only, each by each;\nHome, her home, was close at hand,\n  Utterly out of reach.\nHer mother in the chimney nook\n  Heard a startled sea-gull screech,\nBut never turned her head to look\n  Towards the darkening beach:\nNeighbors here and neighbors there\n  Heard one scream, as if a bird\nShrilly screaming cleft the air:--\n  That was all they heard.\n\nJessie she comes home no more,\n  Comes home never;\nHer lover's step sounds at his door\n  No more forever.\nAnd boats may search upon the sea\n  And search along the river,\nBut none know where the bodies be:\n  Sea-winds that shiver,\nSea-birds that breast the blast,\n  Sea-waves swelling,\nKeep the secret first and last\n  Of their dwelling.\n\nWhether the tide so hemmed them round\n  With its pitiless flow,\nThat when they would have gone they found\n  No way to go;\nWhether she scorned him to the last\n  With words flung to and fro,\nOr clung to him when hope was past,\n  None will ever know:\nWhether he helped or hindered her,\n  Threw up his life or lost it well,\nThe troubled sea, for all its stir,\n  Finds no voice to tell.\n\nOnly watchers by the dying\n  Have thought they heard one pray,\nWordless, urgent; and replying,\n  One seem to say him nay:\nAnd watchers by the dead have heard\n  A windy swell from miles away,\nWith sobs and screams, but not a word\n  Distinct for them to say:\nAnd watchers out at sea have caught\n  Glimpse of a pale gleam here or there,\nCome and gone as quick as thought,\n  Which might be hand or hair.","themes":["love","nature","hope","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_148","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_153","title":"Spring Quiet","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Gone were but the Winter,\n  Come were but the Spring,\nI would go to a covert\n  Where the birds sing;\n\nWhere in the white-thorn\n  Singeth a thrush,\nAnd a robin sings\n  In the holly-bush.\n\nFull of fresh scents\n  Are the budding boughs,\nArching high over\n  A cool green house:\n\nFull of sweet scents,\n  And whispering air\nWhich sayeth softly:\n  \"We spread no snare;\n\n\"Here dwell in safety,\n  Here dwell alone,\nWith a clear stream\n  And a mossy stone.\n\n\"Here the sun shineth\n  Most shadily;\nHere is heard an echo\n  Of the far sea,\n  Though far off it be.\"","themes":["nature","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_153","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_154","title":"The Poor Ghost","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"\"O whence do you come, my dear friend, to me,\nWith your golden hair all fallen below your knee,\nAnd your face as white as snowdrops on the lea,\nAnd your voice as hollow as the hollow sea?\"\n\n\"From the other world I come back to you,\nMy locks are uncurled with dripping, drenching dew.\nYou know the old, whilst I know the new:\nBut to-morrow you shall know this too.\"\n\n\"O, not to-morrow into the dark, I pray;\nO, not to-morrow, too soon to go away:\nHere I feel warm and well-content and gay:\nGive me another year, another day.\"\n\n\"Am I so changed in a day and a night\nThat mine own only love shrinks from me with fright,\nIs fain to turn away to left or right,\nAnd cover up his eyes from the sight?\"\n\n\"Indeed I loved you, my chosen friend,\nI loved you for life, but life has an end;\nThrough sickness I was ready to tend;\nBut death mars all, which we cannot mend.\n\n\"Indeed I loved you; I love you yet\nIf you will stay where your bed is set,\nWhere I have planted a violet\nWhich the wind waves, which the dew makes wet.\"\n\n\"Life is gone, then love too is gone,\nIt was a reed that I leant upon:\nNever doubt I will leave you alone\nAnd not wake you rattling bone with bone.\n\n\"I go home alone to my bed,\nDug deep at the foot and deep at the head,\nRoofed in with a load of lead,\nWarm enough for the forgotten dead.\n\n\"But why did your tears soak through the clay,\nAnd why did your sobs wake me where I lay?\nI was away, far enough away:\nLet me sleep now till the Judgment Day.\"","themes":["love","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_154","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_156","title":"A Portrait","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I.\n\nShe gave up beauty in her tender youth,\n  Gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways;\n  She covered up her eyes lest they should gaze\nOn vanity, and chose the bitter truth.\nHarsh towards herself, towards others full of ruth,\n  Servant of servants, little known to praise,\n  Long prayers and fasts trenched on her nights and days:\nShe schooled herself to sights and sounds uncouth,\nThat with the poor and stricken she might make\n  A home, until the least of all sufficed\nHer wants; her own self learned she to forsake,\nCounting all earthly gain but hurt and loss.\nSo with calm will she chose and bore the cross,\n  And hated all for love of Jesus Christ.\n\nII.\n\nThey knelt in silent anguish by her bed,\n  And could not weep; but calmly there she lay.\n  All pain had left her; and the sun's last ray\nShone through upon her, warming into red\nThe shady curtains. In her heart she said:\n  \"Heaven opens; I leave these and go away:\n  The Bridegroom calls,--shall the Bride seek to stay?\"\nThen low upon her breast she bowed her head.\nO lily-flower, O gem of priceless worth,\n  O dove with patient voice and patient eyes,\nO fruitful vine amid a land of dearth,\n  O maid replete with loving purities,\nThou bowedst down thy head with friends on earth\n  To raise it with the saints in Paradise.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_156","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_156","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_157","title":"Dream-Love","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Young Love lies sleeping\n  In May-time of the year,\nAmong the lilies,\n  Lapped in the tender light:\nWhite lambs come grazing,\n  White doves come building there;\nAnd round about him\n  The May-bushes are white.\n\nSoft moss the pillow\n  For O, a softer cheek;\nBroad leaves cast shadow\n  Upon the heavy eyes:\nThere winds and waters\n  Grow lulled and scarcely speak;\nThere twilight lingers\n  The longest in the skies.\n\nYoung Love lies dreaming;\n  But who shall tell the dream?\nA perfect sunlight\n  On rustling forest tips;\nOr perfect moonlight\n  Upon a rippling stream;\nOr perfect silence,\n  Or song of cherished lips.\n\nBurn odors round him\n  To fill the drowsy air;\nWeave silent dances\n  Around him to and fro;\nFor O, in waking,\n  The sights are not so fair,\nAnd song and silence\n  Are not like these below.\n\nYoung Love lies dreaming\n  Till summer days are gone,\nDreaming and drowsing\n  Away to perfect sleep:\nHe sees the beauty\n  Sun hath not looked upon,\nAnd tastes the fountain\n  Unutterably deep.\n\nHim perfect music\n  Doth hush unto his rest,\nAnd through the pauses\n  The perfect silence calms:\nO, poor the voices\n  Of earth from east to west,\nAnd poor earth's stillness\n  Between her stately palms.\n\nYoung Love lies drowsing\n  Away to poppied death;\nCool shadows deepen\n  Across the sleeping face:\nSo fails the summer\n  With warm, delicious breath;\nAnd what hath autumn\n  To give us in its place?\n\nDraw close the curtains\n  Of branched evergreen;\nChange cannot touch them\n  With fading fingers sere:\nHere the first violets\n  Perhaps will bud unseen,\nAnd a dove, maybe,\n  Return to nestle here.","themes":["love","nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_157","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_160","title":"Twice","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I took my heart in my hand\n  (O my love, O my love),\nI said: Let me fall or stand,\n  Let me live or die,\nBut this once hear me speak\n  (O my love, O my love);\nYet a woman's words are weak:\n  You should speak, not I.\n\nYou took my heart in your hand\n  With a friendly smile,\nWith a critical eye you scanned,\n  Then set it down,\nAnd said: It is still unripe,\n  Better wait awhile;\nWait while the skylarks pipe,\n  Till the corn grows brown.\n\nAs you set it down it broke,--\n  Broke, but I did not wince;\nI smiled at the speech you spoke,\n  At your judgment that I heard:\nBut I have not often smiled\n  Since then, nor questioned since,\nNor cared for corn-flowers wild,\n  Nor sung with the singing bird.\n\nI take my heart in my hand,\n  O my God, O my God,\nMy broken heart in my hand:\n  Thou hast seen, judge Thou.\nMy hope was written on sand,\n  O my God, O my God;\nNow let Thy judgment stand,--\n  Yea, judge me now.\n\nThis contemned of a man,\n  This marred one heedless day,\nThis heart take Thou to scan\n  Both within and without:\nRefine with fire its gold,\n  Purge Thou its dross away,--\nYea, hold it in Thy hold,\n  Whence none can pluck it out.\n\nI take my heart in my hand,--\n  I shall not die, but live,--\nBefore Thy face I stand;\n  I, for Thou callest such:\nAll that I have I bring,\n  All that I am I give,\nSmile Thou and I shall sing,\n  But shall not question much.","themes":["love","nature","hope","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_160","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_162","title":"Songs In A Cornfield","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"A song in a cornfield\n  Where corn begins to fall,\nWhere reapers are reaping,\n  Reaping one, reaping all.\nSing pretty Lettice,\n  Sing Rachel, sing May;\nOnly Marian cannot sing\n  While her sweetheart's away.\n\nWhere is he gone to\n  And why does he stay?\nHe came across the green sea\n  But for a day,\nAcross the deep green sea\n  To help with the hay.\nHis hair was curly yellow\n  And his eyes were gray,\nHe laughed a merry laugh\n  And said a sweet say.\nWhere is he gone to\n  That he comes not home?\nTo-day or to-morrow\n  He surely will come.\nLet him haste to joy\n  Lest he lag for sorrow,\nFor one weeps to-day\n  Who'll not weep to-morrow:\n\nTo-day she must weep\n  For gnawing sorrow,\nTo-night she may sleep\n  And not wake to-morrow.\n\nMay sang with Rachel\n  In the waxing warm weather,\nLettice sang with them,\n  They sang all together:--\n\n\"Take the wheat in your arm\n  Whilst day is broad above,\nTake the wheat to your bosom,\n  But not a false false love.\n  Out in the fields\n    Summer heat gloweth,\n  Out in the fields\n    Summer wind bloweth,\n  Out in the fields\n    Summer friend showeth,\n  Out in the fields\n    Summer wheat groweth:\nBut in the winter\n  When summer heat is dead\nAnd summer wind has veered\n  And summer friend has fled,\nOnly summer wheat remaineth,\n  White cakes and bread.\nTake the wheat, clasp the wheat\n  That's food for maid and dove;\n    Take the wheat to your bosom,\n      But not a false false love.\"\n\nA silence of full noontide heat\n  Grew on them at their toil:\nThe farmer's dog woke up from sleep,\n  The green snake hid her coil\nWhere grass stood thickest; bird and beast\n  Sought shadows as they could,\nThe reaping men and women paused\n  And sat down where they stood;\nThey ate and drank and were refreshed,\n  For rest from toil is good.\n\nWhile the reapers took their ease,\n  Their sickles lying by,\nRachel sang a second strain,\n  And singing seemed to sigh:--\n\n    \"There goes the swallow,--\n    Could we but follow!\n      Hasty swallow stay,\n      Point us out the way;\nLook back swallow, turn back swallow, stop swallow.\n\n    \"There went the swallow,--\n    Too late to follow:\n      Lost our note of way,\n      Lost our chance to-day;\nGood by swallow, sunny swallow, wise swallow.\n\n    \"After the swallow\n    All sweet things follow:\n      All things go their way,\n      Only we must stay,\nMust not follow: good by swallow, good swallow.\"\n\nThen listless Marian raised her head\n  Among the nodding sheaves;\nHer voice was sweeter than that voice;\n  She sang like one who grieves:\nHer voice was sweeter than its wont\n  Among the nodding sheaves;\nAll wondered while they heard her sing\n  Like one who hopes and grieves:--\n\n  \"Deeper than the hail can smite,\n  Deeper than the frost can bite,\n  Deep asleep through day and night,\n    Our delight.\n\n  \"Now thy sleep no pang can break,\n  No to-morrow bid thee wake,\n  Not our sobs who sit and ache\n    For thy sake.\n\n  \"Is it dark or light below?\n  O, but is it cold like snow?\n  Dost thou feel the green things grow\n    Fast or slow?\n\n  \"Is it warm or cold beneath,\n  O, but is it cold like death?\n  Cold like death, without a breath,\n    Cold like death?\"\n\n  If he comes to-day\n    He will find her weeping;\n  If he comes to-morrow\n    He will find her sleeping;\n  If he comes the next day\n    He'll not find her at all,\n  He may tear his curling hair,\n    Beat his breast and call.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_162","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_162","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"e787c0d6eed93705513ee226719663a2769eba8e8990e5fc215c0342d6ff17f3","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_166","title":"A Year'S Windfalls","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"On the wind of January\n  Down flits the snow,\nTravelling from the frozen North\n  As cold as it can blow.\nPoor robin redbreast,\n  Look where he comes;\nLet him in to feel your fire,\n  And toss him of your crumbs.\n\nOn the wind in February\n  Snow-flakes float still,\nHalf inclined to turn to rain,\n  Nipping, dripping, chill.\nThen the thaws swell the streams,\n  And swollen rivers swell the sea:--\nIf the winter ever ends\n  How pleasant it will be.\n\nIn the wind of windy March\n  The catkins drop down,\nCurly, caterpillar-like,\n  Curious green and brown.\nWith concourse of nest-building birds\n  And leaf-buds by the way,\nWe begin to think of flowers\n  And life and nuts some day.\n\nWith the gusts of April\n  Rich fruit-tree blossoms fall,\nOn the hedged-in orchard-green,\n  From the southern wall.\nApple-trees and pear-trees\n  Shed petals white or pink,\nPlum-trees and peach-trees;\n  While sharp showers sink and sink.\n\nLittle brings the May breeze\n  Beside pure scent of flowers,\nWhile all things wax and nothing wanes\n  In lengthening daylight hours.\nAcross the hyacinth beds\n  The wind lags warm and sweet,\nAcross the hawthorn tops,\n  Across the blades of wheat.\n\nIn the wind of sunny June\n  Thrives the red rose crop,\nEvery day fresh blossoms blow\n  While the first leaves drop;\nWhite rose and yellow rose\n  And moss-rose choice to find,\nAnd the cottage cabbage-rose\n  Not one whit behind.\n\nOn the blast of scorched July\n  Drives the pelting hail,\nFrom thunderous lightning-clouds, that blot\n  Blue heaven grown lurid-pale.\nWeedy waves are tossed ashore,\n  Sea-things strange to sight\nGasp upon the barren shore\n  And fade away in light.\n\nIn the parching August wind,\n  Cornfields bow the head,\nSheltered in round valley depths,\n  On low hills outspread.\nEarly leaves drop loitering down\n  Weightless on the breeze,\nFirst-fruits of the year's decay\n  From the withering trees.\n\nIn brisk wind of September\n  The heavy-headed fruits\nShake upon their bending boughs\n  And drop from the shoots;\nSome glow golden in the sun,\n  Some show green and streaked\nSome set forth a purple bloom,\n  Some blush rosy-cheeked.\n\nIn strong blast of October\n  At the equinox,\nStirred up in his hollow bed\n  Broad ocean rocks;\nPlunge the ships on his bosom,\n  Leaps and plunges the foam,--\nIt's O for mothers' sons at sea,\n  That they were safe at home!\n\nIn slack wind of November\n  The fog forms and shifts;\nAll the world comes out again\n  When the fog lifts.\nLoosened from their sapless twigs\n  Leaves drop with every gust;\nDrifting, rustling, out of sight\n  In the damp or dust.\n\nLast of all, December,\n  The year's sands nearly run,\nSpeeds on the shortest day,\n  Curtails the sun;\nWith its bleak raw wind\n  Lays the last leaves low,\nBrings back the nightly frosts,\n  Brings back the snow.","themes":["nature","spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_166","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_166","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"852539106911bb11107e110bed0faaa9105ddf4d521cea72d714b74fdc0ed501","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_170","title":"The Queen Of Hearts","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"How comes it, Flora, that, whenever we\nPlay cards together, you invariably,\n  However the pack parts,\n  Still hold the Queen of Hearts?\n\nI've scanned you with a scrutinizing gaze,\nResolved to fathom these your secret ways:\n  But, sift them as I will,\n  Your ways are secret still.\n\nI cut and shuffle; shuffle, cut, again;\nBut all my cutting, shuffling, proves in vain:\n  Vain hope, vain forethought, too;\n  That Queen still falls to you.\n\nI dropped her once, prepense; but, ere the deal\nWas dealt, your instinct seemed her loss to feel:\n  \"There should be one card more,\"\n  You said, and searched the floor.\n\nI cheated once: I made a private notch\nIn Heart-Queen's back, and kept a lynx-eyed watch;\n  Yet such another back\n  Deceived me in the pack:\n\nThe Queen of Clubs assumed by arts unknown\nAn imitative dint that seemed my own;\n  This notch, not of my doing,\n  Misled me to my ruin.\n\nIt baffles me to puzzle out the clew,\nWhich must be skill, or craft, or luck in you:\n  Unless, indeed, it be\n  Natural affinity.","themes":["love","hope"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_170","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_170","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"b4c1f6349659c9f1d1d89ca3c86702d94d66dc2dde479e3f9113c12786005f39","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_171","title":"One Day","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I will tell you when they met:\nIn the limpid days of Spring;\nElder boughs were budding yet,\nOaken boughs looked wintry still,\nBut primrose and veined violet\nIn the mossful turf were set,\nWhile meeting birds made haste to sing\nAnd build with right good will.\n\nI will tell you when they parted:\nWhen plenteous Autumn sheaves were brown,\nThen they parted heavy-hearted;\nThe full rejoicing sun looked down\nAs grand as in the days before;\nOnly they had lost a crown;\nOnly to them those days of yore\nCould come back nevermore.\n\nWhen shall they meet? I cannot tell,\nIndeed, when they shall meet again,\nExcept some day in Paradise:\nFor this they wait, one waits in pain.\nBeyond the sea of death love lies\nForever, yesterday, to-day;\nAngels shall ask them, \"Is it well?\"\nAnd they shall answer, \"Yea.\"","themes":["love","nature","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_171","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_171","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"02f119cf5fa175e0a3993ba499fcc3bc489c009dc92499560abebc1546748f03","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_172","title":"A Bird'S-Eye View","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"\"Croak, croak, croak,\"\nThus the Raven spoke,\nPerched on his crooked tree\nAs hoarse as hoarse could be.\nShun him and fear him,\nLest the Bridegroom hear him;\nScout him and rout him\nWith his ominous eye about him.\n\nYet, \"Croak, croak, croak,\"\nStill tolled from the oak;\nFrom that fatal black bird,\nWhether heard or unheard:\n\"O ship upon the high seas,\nFreighted with lives and spices,\nSink, O ship,\" croaked the Raven:\n\"Let the Bride mount to heaven.\"\n\nIn a far foreign land\nUpon the wave-edged sand,\nSome friends gaze wistfully\nAcross the glittering sea.\n\"If we could clasp our sister,\"\nThree say, \"now we have missed her!\"\n\"If we could kiss our daughter!\"\nTwo sigh across the water.\n\nO, the ship sails fast,\nWith silken flags at the mast,\nAnd the home-wind blows soft;\nBut a Raven sits aloft,\nChuckling and choking,\nCroaking, croaking, croaking:--\nLet the beacon-fire blaze higher;\nBridegroom, watch; the Bride draws nigher.\n\nOn a sloped sandy beach,\nWhich the spring-tide billows reach,\nStand a watchful throng\nWho have hoped and waited long:\n\"Fie on this ship, that tarries\nWith the priceless freight it carries.\nThe time seems long and longer:\nO languid wind, wax stronger\";--\n\nWhilst the Raven perched at ease\nStill croaks and does not cease,\nOne monotonous note\nTolled from his iron throat:\n\"No father, no mother,\nBut I have a sable brother:\nHe sees where ocean flows to,\nAnd he knows what he knows, too.\"\n\nA day and a night\nThey kept watch worn and white;\nA night and a day\nFor the swift ship on its way:\nFor the Bride and her maidens,--\nClear chimes the bridal cadence,--\nFor the tall ship that never\nHove in sight forever.\n\nOn either shore, some\nStand in grief loud or dumb\nAs the dreadful dread\nGrows certain though unsaid.\nFor laughter there is weeping,\nAnd waking instead of sleeping,\nAnd a desperate sorrow\nMorrow after morrow.\n\nO, who knows the truth,\nHow she perished in her youth,\nAnd like a queen went down\nPale in her royal crown?\nHow she went up to glory\nFrom the sea-foam chill and hoary,\nFrom the sea-depth black and riven\nTo the calm that is in Heaven?\n\nThey went down, all the crew,\nThe silks and spices too,\nThe great ones and the small,\nOne and all, one and all.\nWas it through stress of weather,\nQuicksands, rocks, or all together?\nOnly the Raven knows this,\nAnd he will not disclose this.--\n\nAfter a day and a year\nThe bridal bells chime clear;\nAfter a year and a day\nThe Bridegroom is brave and gay:\nLove is sound, faith is rotten;\nThe old Bride is forgotten:--\nTwo ominous Ravens only\nRemember, black and lonely.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_172","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_172","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"c609116a3cc81ad0213ad169388491746d9d0936c80fcb9b7d7eb5c9e1edf81e","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-82","title":"The German-French Campaign","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"1870-1871.\n\nThese two pieces, written during the suspense of a great\nnation's agony, aim at expressing human sympathy, not political\nbias.\n\nI.\n\n\"THY BROTHER'S BLOOD CRIETH.\"\n\nAll her corn-fields rippled in the sunshine,\n  All her lovely vines, sweets-laden, bowed;\nYet some weeks to harvest and to vintage:\n  When, as one man's hand, a cloud\nRose and spread, and, blackening, burst asunder\n      In rain and fire and thunder.\n\nIs there nought to reap in the day of harvest?\n  Hath the vine in her day no fruit to yield?\nYea, men tread the press, but not for sweetness,\n  And they reap a red crop from the field.\nBuild barns, ye reapers, garner all aright,\n      Though your souls be called to-night.\n\nA cry of tears goes up from blackened homesteads,\n  A cry of blood goes up from reeking earth:\nTears and blood have a cry that pierces Heaven\n  Through all its Hallelujah swells of mirth;\nGod hears their cry, and though He tarry, yet\n      He doth not forget.\n\nMournful Mother, prone in dust weeping,\n  Who shall comfort thee for those who are not?\nAs thou didst, men do to thee; and heap the measure,\n  And heat the furnace sevenfold hot:\nAs thou once, now these to thee--who pitieth thee\n      From sea to sea?\n\nO thou King, terrible in strength, and building\n  Thy strong future on thy past!\nThough he drink the last, the King of Sheshach,\n  Yet he shall drink at the last.\nArt thou greater than great Babylon,\n      Which lies overthrown?\n\nTake heed, ye unwise among the people;\n  O ye fools, when will ye understand?--\nHe that planted the ear shall He not hear,\n  Nor He smite who formed the hand?\n\"Vengeance is Mine, is Mine,\" thus saith the Lord:--\n      O Man, put up thy sword.\n\nII.\n\n\"TO-DAY FOR ME.\"\n\nShe sitteth still who used to dance,\nShe weepeth sore and more and more--\nLet us sit with thee weeping sore,\n    O fair France!\n\n  She trembleth as the days advance\nWho used to be so light of heart:--\nWe in thy trembling bear a part,\n    Sister France!\n\n  Her eyes shine tearful as they glance:\n\"Who shall give back my slaughtered sons?\n\"Bind up,\" she saith, \"my wounded ones.\"--\n    Alas, France!\n\n  She struggles in a deathly trance,\nAs in a dream her pulses stir,\nShe hears the nations calling her,\n    \"France, France, France!\"\n\n  Thou people of the lifted lance,\nForbear her tears, forbear her blood:\nRoll back, roll back, thy whelming flood,\n    Back from France.\n\n  Eye not her loveliness askance,\nForge not for her a galling chain;\nLeave her at peace to bloom again,\n    Vine-clad France.\n\n  A time there is for change and chance,\nA time for passing of the cup:\nAnd One abides can yet bind up\n    Broken France.\n\n  A time there is for change and chance:\nWho next shall drink the trembling cup,\nWring out its dregs and suck them up\n    After France?","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_179","title":"On The Wing","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"SONNET.\n\nOnce in a dream (for once I dreamed of you)\n  We stood together in an open field;\n  Above our heads two swift-winged pigeons wheeled,\nSporting at ease and courting full in view.\nWhen loftier still a broadening darkness flew,\n  Down-swooping, and a ravenous hawk revealed;\n  Too weak to fight, too fond to fly, they yield;\nSo farewell life and love and pleasures new.\nThen, as their plumes fell fluttering to the ground,\n  Their snow-white plumage flecked with crimson drops,\n    I wept, and thought I turned towards you to weep:\n  But you were gone; while rustling hedgerow tops\nBent in a wind which bore to me a sound\n    Of far-off piteous bleat of lambs and sheep.","themes":["love","grief","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_179","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_179","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"1601d5b9a5a3b2f514befb10ac31c6da9d7a8bb3a154695cea231ded1f43295d","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_180","title":"Consider","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Consider\nThe lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:--\n    We are as they;\n    Like them we fade away,\nAs doth a leaf.\n\n    Consider\nThe sparrows of the air of small account:\n    Our God doth view\nWhether they fall or mount,--\n    He guards us too.\n\n    Consider\nThe lilies that do neither spin nor toil,\n    Yet are most fair:--\n    What profits all this care\nAnd all this coil?\n\n    Consider\nThe birds that have no barn nor harvest-weeks;\n    God gives them food:--\nMuch more our Father seeks\n    To do us good.","themes":["nature","spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_180","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_181","title":"Beauty Is Vain","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"While roses are so red,\n  While lilies are so white,\nShall a woman exalt her face\n  Because it gives delight?\nShe's not so sweet as a rose,\n  A lily's straighter than she,\nAnd if she were as red or white\n  She'd be but one of three.\n\nWhether she flush in love's summer\n  Or in its winter grow pale,\nWhether she flaunt her beauty\n  Or hide it away in a veil,\nBe she red or white,\n  And stand she erect or bowed,\nTime will win the race he runs with her\n  And hide her away in a shroud.","themes":["love","nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_181","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_182","title":"Maggie A Lady","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"You must not call me Maggie, you must not call me Dear,\n  For I'm Lady of the Manor now stately to see;\nAnd if there comes a babe, as there may some happy year,\n  'T will be little lord or lady at my knee.\n\nO, but what ails you, my sailor cousin Phil,\n  That you shake and turn white like a cockcrow ghost?\nYou're as white as I turned once down by the mill,\n  When one told me you and ship and crew were lost:\n\nPhilip my playfellow, when we were boy and girl\n  (It was the Miller's Nancy told it to me),\nPhilip with the merry life in lip and curl,\n  Philip my playfellow drowned in the sea!\n\nI thought I should have fainted, but I did not faint;\n  I stood stunned at the moment, scarcely sad,\nTill I raised my wail of desolate complaint\n  For you, my cousin, brother, all I had.\n\nThey said I looked so pale,--some say so fair,--\n  My lord stopped in passing to soothe me back to life:\nI know I missed a ringlet from my hair\n  Next morning; and now I am his wife.\n\nLook at my gown, Philip, and look at my ring,\n  I'm all crimson and gold from top to toe:\nAll day long I sit in the sun and sing,\n  Where in the sun red roses blush and blow.\n\nAnd I'm the rose of roses says my lord;\n  And to him I'm more than the sun in the sky,\nWhile I hold him fast with the golden cord\n  Of a curl, with the eyelash of an eye.\n\nHis mother said \"fie,\" and his sisters cried \"shame,\"\n  His high-born ladies cried \"shame\" from their place:\nThey said \"fie\" when they only heard my name,\n  But fell silent when they saw my face.\n\nAm I so fair, Philip? Philip, did you think\n  I was so fair when we played boy and girl,\nWhere blue forget-me-nots bloomed on the brink\n  Of our stream which the mill-wheel sent awhirl?\n\nIf I was fair then sure I'm fairer now,\n  Sitting where a score of servants stand,\nWith a coronet on high days for my brow\n  And almost a sceptre for my hand.\n\nYou're but a sailor, Philip, weatherbeaten brown,\n  A stranger on land and at home on the sea,\nCoasting as best you may from town to town:\n  Coasting along do you often think of me?\n\nI'm a great lady in a sheltered bower,\n  With hands grown white through having naught to do:\nYet sometimes I think of you hour after hour\n  Till I nigh wish myself a child with you.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_182","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_184","title":"What Would I Give?","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me through,\nInstead of this heart of stone ice-cold whatever I do;\nHard and cold and small, of all hearts the worst of all.\n\nWhat would I give for words, if only words would come;\nBut now in its misery my spirit has fallen dumb:\nO, merry friends, go your way, I have never a word to say.\n\nWhat would I give for tears, not smiles but scalding tears,\nTo wash the black mark clean, and to thaw the frost of years,\nTo wash the stain ingrain and to make me clean again.","themes":["love","grief","time","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_184","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_185","title":"The Bourne","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Underneath the growing grass,\n  Underneath the living flowers,\n  Deeper than the sound of showers:\n  There we shall not count the hours\nBy the shadows as they pass.\n\nYouth and health will be but vain,\n  Beauty reckoned of no worth:\n  There a very little girth\n  Can hold round what once the earth\nSeemed too narrow to contain.","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_185","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_185","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"eeda978e330e97029b61dfc6cd6849911206417d5f984a609af29e3aedfa1c5a","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-p_185B","title":"Summer","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Winter is cold-hearted,\n  Spring is yea and nay,\nAutumn is a weathercock\n  Blown every way:\nSummer days for me\n  When every leaf is on its tree;\n\nWhen Robin's not a beggar,\n  And Jenny Wren's a bride,\nAnd larks hang singing, singing, singing,\n  Over the wheat-fields wide,\n  And anchored lilies ride,\nAnd the pendulum spider\n  Swings from side to side,\n\nAnd blue-black beetles transact business,\n  And gnats fly in a host,\nAnd furry caterpillars hasten\n  That no time be lost,\nAnd moths grow fat and thrive,\nAnd ladybirds arrive.\n\nBefore green apples blush,\n  Before green nuts embrown,\nWhy, one day in the country\n  Is worth a month in town;\n  Is worth a day and a year\nOf the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion\n  That days drone elsewhere.","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#p_185B","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_187","title":"Autumn","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I dwell alone,--I dwell alone, alone,\nWhilst full my river flows down to the sea,\n  Gilded with flashing boats\n    That bring no friend to me:\nO love-songs, gurgling from a hundred throats,\n    O love-pangs, let me be.\n\nFair fall the freighted boats which gold and stone\n    And spices bear to sea:\nSlim, gleaming maidens swell their mellow notes,\n    Love-promising, entreating,--\n    Ah! sweet, but fleeting,--\n  Beneath the shivering, snow-white sails.\n  Hush! the wind flags and fails,--\nHush! they will lie becalmed in sight of strand,--\n  Sight of my strand, where I do dwell alone;\nTheir songs wake singing echoes in my land,--\n  They cannot hear me moan.\n\n  One latest, solitary swallow flies\n    Across the sea, rough autumn-tempest tost,\n    Poor bird, shall it be lost?\n  Dropped down into this uncongenial sea,\n        With no kind eyes\n        To watch it while it dies,\n      Unguessed, uncared for, free:\n        Set free at last,\n        The short pang past,\nIn sleep, in death, in dreamless sleep locked fast.\n\nMine avenue is all a growth of oaks,\n      Some rent by thunder-strokes,\nSome rustling leaves and acorns in the breeze:\n      Fair fall my fertile trees,\nThat rear their goodly heads, and live at ease.\n\nA spider's web blocks all mine avenue;\n  He catches down and foolish painted flies,\n      That spider wary and wise.\nEach morn it hangs a rainbow strung with dew\n  Betwixt boughs green with sap,\n  So fair, few creatures guess it is a trap:\n      I will not mar the web,\nThough sad I am to see the small lives ebb.\n\nIt shakes,--my trees shake; for a wind is roused\n      In cavern where it housed:\n      Each white and quivering sail,\n      Of boats among the water leaves\nHollows and strains in the full-throated gale:\n      Each maiden sings again,--\nEach languid maiden, whom the calm\nHad lulled to sleep with rest and spice and balm,\n      Miles down my river to the sea\n        They float and wane,\n      Long miles away from me.\n      Perhaps they say: \"She grieves,\n        Uplifted, like a beacon, on her tower.\"\n        Perhaps they say: \"One hour\nMore, and we dance among the golden sheaves.\"\n        Perhaps they say: \"One hour\n          More, and we stand,\n          Face to face, hand in hand;\nMake haste, O slack gale, to the looked-for land!\"\n\n        My trees are not in flower,\n        I have no bower,\n        And gusty creaks my tower,\nAnd lonesome, very lonesome, is my strand.","themes":["love","nature","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_187","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_189","title":"The Ghost'S Petition","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"\"There's a footstep coming: look out and see.\"--\n  \"The leaves are falling, the wind is calling;\nNo one cometh across the lea.\"--\n\n\"There's a footstep coming: O sister, look.\"--\n  \"The ripple flashes, the white foam dashes;\nNo one cometh across the brook.\"--\n\n\"But he promised that he would come:\n  To-night, to-morrow, in joy or sorrow,\nHe must keep his word, and must come home.\n\n\"For he promised that he would come:\n  His word was given; from earth or heaven,\nHe must keep his word, and must come home.\n\n\"Go to sleep, my sweet sister Jane;\n  You can slumber, who need not number\nHour after hour, in doubt and pain.\n\n\"I shall sit here awhile, and watch;\n  Listening, hoping, for one hand groping\nIn deep shadow to find the latch.\"\n\nAfter the dark, and before the light,\n  One lay sleeping; and one sat weeping,\nWho had watched and wept the weary night.\n\nAfter the night, and before the day,\n  One lay sleeping; and one sat weeping,--\nWatching, weeping for one away.\n\nThere came a footstep climbing the stair;\n  Some one standing out on the landing\nShook the door like a puff of air,--\n\nShook the door, and in he passed.\n  Did he enter? In the room centre\nStood her husband: the door shut fast.\n\n\"O Robin, but you are cold,--\n  Chilled with the night-dew: so lily-white you\nLook like a stray lamb from our fold.\n\n\"O Robin, but you are late:\n  Come and sit near me,--sit here and cheer me.\"--\n(Blue the flame burnt in the grate.)\n\n\"Lay not down your head on my breast:\n  I cannot hold you, kind wife, nor fold you\nIn the shelter that you love best.\n\n\"Feel not after my clasping hand:\n  I am but a shadow, come from the meadow\nWhere many lie, but no tree can stand.\n\n\"We are trees which have shed their leaves:\n  Our heads lie low there, but no tears flow there;\nOnly I grieve for my wife who grieves.\n\n\"I could rest if you would not moan\n  Hour after hour; I have no power\nTo shut my ears where I lie alone.\n\n\"I could rest if you would not cry;\n  But there's no sleeping while you sit weeping,--\nWatching, weeping so bitterly.\"--\n\n\"Woe's me! woe's me! for this I have heard.\n  O, night of sorrow!--O, black to-morrow!\nIs it thus that you keep your word?\n\n\"O you who used so to shelter me\n  Warm from the least wind,--why, now the east wind\nIs warmer than you, whom I quake to see.\n\n\"O my husband of flesh and blood,\n  For whom my mother I left, and brother,\nAnd all I had, accounting it good,\n\n\"What do you do there, underground,\n  In the dark hollow? I'm fain to follow.\nWhat do you do there?--what have you found?\"--\n\n\"What I do there I must not tell;\n  But I have plenty. Kind wife, content ye:\nIt is well with us,--it is well.\n\n\"Tender hand hath made our nest;\n  Our fear is ended, our hope is blended\nWith present pleasure, and we have rest.\"--\n\n\"O, but Robin, I'm fain to come,\n  If your present days are so pleasant;\nFor my days are so wearisome.\n\n\"Yet I'll dry my tears for your sake:\n  Why should I tease you, who cannot please you\nAny more with the pains I take?\"","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_189","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_189","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"ed5d19b03986d9d9c0852eabd2407bf019fda89bd9556dbc8fe523fffafa992b","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_193","title":"Memory","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I.\n\nI nursed it in my bosom while it lived,\n  I hid it in my heart when it was dead;\nIn joy I sat alone, even so I grieved\n    Alone and nothing said.\n\nI shut the door to face the naked truth,\n  I stood alone,--I faced the truth alone,\nStripped bare of self-regard or forms or ruth\n    Till first and last were shown.\n\nI took the perfect balances and weighed;\n  No shaking of my hand disturbed the poise;\nWeighed, found it wanting: not a word I said,\n    But silent made my choice.\n\nNone know the choice I made; I make it still.\n  None know the choice I made and broke my heart,\nBreaking mine idol: I have braced my will\n    Once, chosen for once my part.\n\nI broke it at a blow, I laid it cold,\n  Crushed in my deep heart where it used to live.\nMy heart dies inch by inch; the time grows old,\n    Grows old in which I grieve.\n\nII.\n\nI have a room whereinto no one enters\n  Save I myself alone:\n  There sits a blessed memory on a throne,\nThere my life centres.\n\nWhile winter comes and goes--O tedious comer!--\n  And while its nip-wind blows;\n  While bloom the bloodless lily and warm rose\nOf lavish summer.\n\nIf any should force entrance he might see there\n  One buried yet not dead,\n  Before whose face I no more bow my head\nOr bend my knee there;\n\nBut often in my worn life's autumn weather\n  I watch there with clear eyes,\n  And think how it will be in Paradise\nWhen we're together.","themes":["love","nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_193","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_195","title":"A Royal Princess","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I, a princess, king-descended, decked with jewels, gilded, drest,\nWould rather be a peasant with her baby at her breast,\nFor all I shine so like the sun, and am purple like the west.\n\nTwo and two my guards behind, two and two before,\nTwo and two on either hand, they guard me evermore;\nMe, poor dove, that must not coo,--eagle, that must not soar.\n\nAll my fountains cast up perfumes, all my gardens grow\nScented woods and foreign spices, with all flowers in blow\nThat are costly, out of season as the seasons go.\n\nAll my walls are lost in mirrors, whereupon I trace\nSelf to right hand, self to left hand, self in every place,\nSelf-same solitary figure, self-same seeking face.\n\nThen I have an ivory chair high to sit upon,\nAlmost like my father's chair, which is an ivory throne;\nThere I sit uplift and upright, there I sit alone.\n\nAlone by day, alone by night, alone days without end;\nMy father and my mother give me treasures, search and spend--\nO my father! O my mother! have you ne'er a friend?\n\nAs I am a lofty princess, so my father is\nA lofty king, accomplished in all kingly subtilties,\nHolding in his strong right hand world-kingdoms' balances.\n\nHe has quarrelled with his neighbors, he has scourged his foes;\nVassal counts and princes follow where his pennon goes,\nLong-descended valiant lords whom the vulture knows,\n\nOn whose track the vulture swoops, when they ride in state\nTo break the strength of armies and topple down the great:\nEach of these my courteous servant, none of these my mate.\n\nMy father counting up his strength sets down with equal pen\nSo many head of cattle, head of horses, head of men;\nThese for slaughter, these for labor, with the how and when.\n\nSome to work on roads, canals; some to man his ships;\nSome to smart in mines beneath sharp overseers' whips;\nSome to trap fur-beasts in lands where utmost winter nips.\n\nOnce it came into my heart and whelmed me like a flood,\nThat these too are men and women, human flesh and blood;\nMen with hearts and men with souls, though trodden down like mud.\n\nOur feasting was not glad that night, our music was not gay;\nOn my mother's graceful head I marked a thread of gray,\nMy father frowning at the fare seemed every dish to weigh.\n\nI sat beside them sole princess in my exalted place,\nMy ladies and my gentlemen stood by me on the dais:\nA mirror showed me I look old and haggard in the face;\n\nIt showed me that my ladies all are fair to gaze upon,\nPlump, plenteous-haired, to every one love's secret lore is known,\nThey laugh by day, they sleep by night; ah me, what is a throne?\n\nThe singing men and women sang that night as usual,\nThe dancers danced in pairs and sets, but music had a fall,\nA melancholy windy fall as at a funeral.\n\nAmid the toss of torches to my chamber back we swept;\nMy ladies loosed my golden chain; meantime I could have wept\nTo think of some in galling chains whether they waked or slept.\n\nI took my bath of scented milk, delicately waited on,\nThey burned sweet things for my delight, cedar and cinnamon,\nThey lit my shaded silver lamp and left me there alone.\n\nA day went by, a week went by. One day I heard it said:\n\"Men are clamoring, women, children, clamoring to be fed;\nMen like famished dogs are howling in the streets for bread.\"\n\nSo two whispered by my door, not thinking I could hear,\nVulgar, naked truth, ungarnished for a royal ear;\nFit for cooping in the background, not to stalk so near.\n\nBut I strained my utmost sense to catch this truth, and mark:\n\"There are families out grazing like cattle in the park.\"\n\"A pair of peasants must be saved even if we build an ark.\"\n\nA merry jest, a merry laugh, each strolled upon his way;\nOne was my page, a lad I reared and bore with day by day;\nOne was my youngest maid, as sweet and white as cream in May.\n\nOther footsteps followed softly with a weightier tramp;\nVoices said: \"Picked soldiers have been summoned from the camp\nTo quell these base-born ruffians who make free to howl and stamp.\"\n\n\"Howl and stamp?\" one answered: \"They made free to hurl a stone\nAt the minister's state coach, well aimed and stoutly thrown.\"\n\"There's work, then, for the soldiers, for this rank crop must be mown.\"\n\n\"One I saw, a poor old fool with ashes on his head,\nWhimpering because a girl had snatched his crust of bread:\nThen he dropped; when some one raised him, it turned out he was dead.\"\n\n\"After us the deluge,\" was retorted with a laugh:\n\"If bread's the staff of life, they must walk without a staff.\"\n\"While I've a loaf they're welcome to my blessing and the chaff.\"\n\nThese passed. The king: stand up. Said my father with a smile:\n\"Daughter mine, your mother comes to sit with you awhile,\nShe's sad to-day, and who but you her sadness can beguile?\"\n\nHe too left me. Shall I touch my harp now while I wait\n(I hear them doubling guard below before our palace gate),\nOr shall I work the last gold stitch into my veil of state;\n\nOr shall my woman stand and read some unimpassioned scene,\nThere's music of a lulling sort in words that pause between;\nOr shall she merely fan me while I wait here for the queen?\n\nAgain I caught my father's voice in sharp word of command:\n\"Charge!\" a clash of steel: \"Charge again, the rebels stand.\nSmite and spare not, hand to hand; smite and spare not, hand to hand.\"\n\nThere swelled a tumult at the gate, high voices waxing higher;\nA flash of red reflected light lit the cathedral spire;\nI heard a cry for faggots, then I heard a yell for fire.\n\n\"Sit and roast there with your meat, sit and bake there with your bread,\nYou who sat to see us starve,\" one shrieking woman said:\n\"Sit on your throne and roast with your crown upon your head.\"\n\nNay, this thing will I do, while my mother tarrieth,\nI will take my fine spun gold, but not to sew therewith,\nI will take my gold and gems, and rainbow fan and wreath;\n\nWith a ransom in my lap, a king's ransom in my hand,\nI will go down to this people, will stand face to face, will stand\nWhere they curse king, queen, and princess of this cursed land.\n\nThey shall take all to buy them bread, take all I have to give;\nI, if I perish, perish; they to-day shall eat and live;\nI, if I perish, perish; that's the goal I half conceive:\n\nOnce to speak before the world, rend bare my heart and show\nThe lesson I have learned, which is death, is life, to know.\nI, if I perish, perish; in the name of God I go.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_195","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_202","title":"Shall I Forget?","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Shall I forget on this side of the grave?\nI promise nothing: you must wait and see\n      Patient and brave.\n(O my soul, watch with him and he with me.)\n\nShall I forget in peace of Paradise?\nI promise nothing: follow, friend, and see,\n      Faithful and wise.\n(O my soul, lead the way he walks with me.)","themes":["hope","spirituality","death","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_202","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_202","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"d422961fb4f3280eb3d1fd9ee49b36579f35e95494df78fe67351c4d3910244d","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_203","title":"Vanity Of Vanities","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"SONNET.\n\nAh, woe is me for pleasure that is vain,\n  Ah, woe is me for glory that is past:\n  Pleasure that bringeth sorrow at the last,\nGlory that at the last bringeth no gain!\nSo saith the sinking heart; and so again\n  It shall say till the mighty angel-blast\n  Is blown, making the sun and moon aghast,\nAnd showering down the stars like sudden rain.\nAnd evermore men shall go fearfully,\n  Bending beneath their weight of heaviness;\nAnd ancient men shall lie down wearily,\n  And strong men shall rise up in weariness;\nYea, even the young shall answer sighingly,\n  Saying one to another: How vain it is!","themes":["love","grief","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_203","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_203","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"a23f8d21dbbf7f78ea73f927706c24dbd207f69cade5d399bcc787da2ceffc74","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_204","title":"L. E. L","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"\"Whose heart was breaking for a little love.\"\n\nDown-stairs I laugh, I sport and jest with all:\n  But in my solitary room above\nI turn my face in silence to the wall;\n  My heart is breaking for a little love.\n    Though winter frosts are done,\n    And birds pair every one,\nAnd leaves peep out, for springtide is begun.\n\nI feel no spring, while spring is wellnigh blown,\n  I find no nest, while nests are in the grove:\nWoe's me for mine own heart that dwells alone,\n  My heart that breaketh for a little love.\n    While golden in the sun\n    Rivulets rise and run,\nWhile lilies bud, for springtide is begun.\n\nAll love, are loved, save only I; their hearts\n  Beat warm with love and joy, beat full thereof:\nThey cannot guess, who play the pleasant parts,\n  My heart is breaking for a little love.\n    While beehives wake and whirr,\n    And rabbit thins his fur,\nIn living spring that sets the world astir.\n\nI deck myself with silks and jewelry,\n  I plume myself like any mated dove:\nThey praise my rustling show, and never see\n  My heart is breaking for a little love.\n    While sprouts green lavender\n    With rosemary and myrrh,\nFor in quick spring the sap is all astir.\n\nPerhaps some saints in glory guess the truth,\n  Perhaps some angels read it as they move,\nAnd cry one to another full of ruth,\n    \"Her heart is breaking for a little love.\"\n      Though other things have birth,\n      And leap and sing for mirth,\nWhen spring-time wakes and clothes and feeds the earth.\n\nYet saith a saint: \"Take patience for thy scathe\";\n  Yet saith an angel: \"Wait, for thou shalt prove\nTrue best is last, true life is born of death,\n  O thou, heart-broken for a little love!\n    Then love shall fill thy girth,\n    And love make fat thy dearth,\nWhen new spring builds new heaven and clean new earth.\"","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_204","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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One day it will be sweet\n    To shut our eyes and die:\nNor feel the wild-flowers blow, nor birds dart by\n    With flitting butterfly,\nNor grass grow long above our heads and feet,\nNor hear the happy lark that soars sky high,\nNor sigh that spring is fleet and summer fleet,\n    Nor mark the waxing wheat,\nNor know who sits in our accustomed seat.\n\nLife is not good. One day it will be good\n    To die, then live again;\nTo sleep meanwhile: so not to feel the wane\nOf shrunk leaves dropping in the wood,\nNor hear the foamy lashing of the main,\nNor mark the blackened bean-fields, nor where stood\n    Rich ranks of golden grain,\nOnly dead refuse stubble clothe the plain:\nAsleep from risk, asleep from pain.","themes":["nature","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_206","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_207","title":"Bird Or Beast?","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Did any bird come flying\n  After Adam and Eve,\nWhen the door was shut against them\n  And they sat down to grieve?\n\nI think not Eve's peacock\n  Splendid to see,\nAnd I think not Adam's eagle;\n  But a dove may be.\n\nDid any beast come pushing\n  Through the thorny hedge\nInto the thorny, thistly world\n  Out from Eden's edge?\n\nI think not a lion,\n  Though his strength is such;\nBut an innocent loving lamb\n  May have done as much.\n\nIf the dove preached from her bough\n  And the lamb from his sod,\nThe lamb and the dove\n  Were preachers sent from God.","themes":["nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_207","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_208","title":"Eve","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"\"While I sit at the door,\nSick to gaze within,\nMine eye weepeth sore\nFor sorrow and sin:\nAs a tree my sin stands\nTo darken all lands;\nDeath is the fruit it bore.\n\n\"How have Eden bowers grown\nWithout Adam to bend them!\nHow have Eden flowers blown,\nSquandering their sweet breath,\nWithout me to tend them!\nThe Tree of Life was ours,\nTree twelvefold-fruited,\nMost lofty tree that flowers,\nMost deeply rooted:\nI chose the Tree of Death.\n\n\"Hadst thou but said me nay,\nAdam, my brother,\nI might have pined away;\nI, but none other:\nGod might have let thee stay\nSafe in our garden,\nBy putting me away\nBeyond all pardon.\n\n\"I, Eve, sad mother\nOf all who must live,\nI, not another,\nPlucked bitterest fruit to give\nMy friend, husband, lover.\nO wanton eyes run over!\nWho but I should grieve?--\nCain hath slain his brother:\nOf all who must die mother,\nMiserable Eve!\"\n\nThus she sat weeping,\nThus Eve, our mother,\nWhere one lay sleeping\nSlain by his brother.\nGreatest and least\nEach piteous beast\nTo hear her voice\nForgot his joys\nAnd set aside his feast.\n\nThe mouse paused in his walk\nAnd dropped his wheaten stalk;\nGrave cattle wagged their heads\nIn rumination;\nThe eagle gave a cry\nFrom his cloud station;\n\nLarks on thyme beds\nForbore to mount or sing;\nBees drooped upon the wing;\nThe raven perched on high\nForgot his ration;\nThe conies in their rock,\nA feeble nation,\nQuaked sympathetical;\nThe mocking-bird left off to mock;\nHuge camels knelt as if\nIn deprecation;\nThe kind hart's tears were falling;\nChattered the wistful stork;\nDove-voices with a dying fall\nCooed desolation,\nAnswering grief by grief.\n\nOnly the serpent in the dust,\nWriggling and crawling,\nGrinned an evil grin, and thrust\nHis tongue out with its fork.","themes":["love","nature","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_208","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_211","title":"Grown And Flown","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I loved my love from green of Spring\n  Until sere Autumn's fall;\nBut now that leaves are withering\n  How should one love at all?\n  One heart's too small\nFor hunger, cold, love, everything.\n\nI loved my love on sunny days\n  Until late Summer's wane;\nBut now that frost begins to glaze\n  How should one love again?\n  Nay, love and pain\nWalk wide apart in diverse ways.\n\nI loved my love,--alas to see\n  That this should be, alas!\nI thought that this could scarcely be,\n  Yet has it come to pass:\n  Sweet sweet love was,\nNow bitter bitter grown to me.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_211","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_212","title":"A Farm Walk","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"The year stood at its equinox\n  And bluff the North was blowing,\nA bleat of lambs came from the flocks,\n  Green hardy things were growing;\nI met a maid with shining locks\n  Where milky kine were lowing.\n\nShe wore a kerchief on her neck,\n  Her bare arm showed its dimple,\nHer apron spread without a speck,\n  Her air was frank and simple.\n\nShe milked into a wooden pail\n  And sang a country ditty,\nAn innocent fond lovers' tale,\n  That was not wise nor witty,\nPathetically rustical,\n  Too pointless for the city.\n\nShe kept in time without a beat\n  As true as church-bell ringers,\nUnless she tapped time with her feet,\n  Or squeezed it with her fingers;\nHer clear unstudied notes were sweet\n  As many a practised singer's.\n\nI stood a minute out of sight,\n  Stood silent for a minute\nTo eye the pail, and creamy white\n  The frothing milk within it;\n\nTo eye the comely milking maid\n  Herself so fresh and creamy:\n\"Good day to you,\" at last I said;\n  She turned her head to see me:\n\"Good day,\" she said, with lifted head;\n  Her eyes looked soft and dreamy,\n\nAnd all the while she milked and milked\n  The grave cow heavy-laden:\nI've seen grand ladies plumed and silked,\n  But not a sweeter maiden;\n\nBut not a sweeter, fresher maid\n  Than this in homely cotton,\nWhose pleasant face and silky braid\n  I have not yet forgotten.\n\nSeven springs have passed since then, as I\n  Count with a sober sorrow;\nSeven springs have come and passed me by,\n  And spring sets in to-morrow.\n\nI've half a mind to shake myself\n  Free just for once from London,\nTo set my work upon the shelf\n  And leave it done or undone;\n\nTo run down by the early train,\n  Whirl down with shriek and whistle,\nAnd feel the bluff North blow again,\n  And mark the sprouting thistle\nSet up on waste patch of the lane\n  Its green and tender bristle,\n\nAnd spy the scarce-blown violet banks,\n  Crisp primrose leaves and others,\nAnd watch the lambs leap at their pranks\n  And butt their patient mothers.\n\nAlas, one point in all my plan\n  My serious thoughts demur to:\nSeven years have passed for maid and man,\n  Seven years have passed for her too;\n\nPerhaps my rose is overblown,\n  Not rosy or too rosy;\nPerhaps in farm-house of her own\n  Some husband keeps her cosey,\nWhere I should show a face unknown.\n  Good by, my wayside posy.","themes":["nature","grief","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_212","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_215","title":"Somewhere Or Other","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Somewhere or other there must surely be\n  The face not seen, the voice not heard,\nThe heart that not yet--never yet--ah me!\n    Made answer to my word.\n\nSomewhere or other, may be near or far;\n  Past land and sea, clean out of sight;\nBeyond the wandering moon, beyond the star\n    That tracks her night by night.\n\nSomewhere or other, may be far or near;\n  With just a wall, a hedge, between;\nWith just the last leaves of the dying year\n    Fallen on a turf grown green.","themes":["love","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_215","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_216","title":"A Chill","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"What can lambkins do\n  All the keen night through?\nNestle by their woolly mother,\n  The careful ewe.\n\n  What can nestlings do\n  In the nightly dew?\nSleep beneath their mother's wing\n  Till day breaks anew.\n\n  If in field or tree\n  There might only be\nSuch a warm soft sleeping-place\n  Found for me!","themes":["nature","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_216","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_216","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_217","title":"Child'S Talk In April","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I WISH you were a pleasant wren,\n  And I your small accepted mate;\nHow we'd look down on toilsome men!\n  We'd rise and go to bed at eight\n  Or it may be not quite so late.\n\nThen you should see the nest I'd build,\n  The wondrous nest for you and me;\nThe outside rough, perhaps, but filled\n  With wool and down: ah, you should see\n  The cosey nest that it would be.\n\nWe'd have our change of hope and fear,\n  Small quarrels, reconcilements sweet:\nI'd perch by you to chirp and cheer,\n  Or hop about on active feet\n  And fetch you dainty bits to eat.\n\nWe'd be so happy by the day,\n  So safe and happy through the night,\nWe both should feel, and I should say,\n  It's all one season of delight,\nAnd we'll make merry whilst we may.\n\nPerhaps some day there'd be an egg\n  When spring had blossomed from the snow:\nI'd stand triumphant on one leg;\n  Like chanticleer I'd almost crow\n  To let our little neighbors know.\n\nNext you should sit and I would sing\nThrough lengthening days of sunny spring:\n  Till, if you wearied of the task,\nI'd sit; and you should spread your wing\n  From bough to bough; I'd sit and bask.\n\nFancy the breaking of the shell,\n  The chirp, the chickens wet and bare,\nThe untried proud paternal swell;\n  And you with housewife-matron air\n  Enacting choicer bills of fare.\n\nFancy the embryo coats of down,\n  The gradual feathers soft and sleek;\nTill clothed and strong from tail to crown,\n  With virgin warblings in their beak,\n  They too go forth to soar and seek.\n\nSo would it last an April through\nAnd early summer fresh with dew:\n  Then should we part and live as twain,\nLove-time would bring me back to you\n  And build our happy nest again.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_217","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_219","title":"Gone Forever","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"O happy rose-bud blooming\n  Upon thy parent tree,--\nNay, thou art too presuming;\nFor soon the earth entombing\n  Thy faded charms shall be,\nAnd the chill damp consuming.\n\nO happy skylark springing\n  Up to the broad blue sky,\nToo fearless in thy winging,\nToo gladsome in thy singing,\n  Thou also soon shalt lie\nWhere no sweet notes are ringing.\n\nAnd through life's shine and shower\n  We shall have joy and pain;\nBut in the summer bower,\nAnd at the morning hour,\n  We still shall look in vain\nFor the same bird and flower.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_219","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_220","title":"Under The Rose","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"\"The iniquity of the fathers upon the children.\"\n\nO the rose of keenest thorn!\nOne hidden summer morn\nUnder the rose I was born.\n\nI do not guess his name\nWho wrought my Mother's shame,\nAnd gave me life forlorn,\nBut my Mother, Mother, Mother,\nI know her from all other.\nMy Mother pale and mild,\nFair as ever was seen,\nShe was but scarce sixteen,\nLittle more than a child,\nWhen I was born\nTo work her scorn.\nWith secret bitter throes,\nIn a passion of secret woes,\nShe bore me under the rose.\n\nOne who my Mother nursed\nTook me from the first:--\n\"O nurse, let me look upon\nThis babe that cost so dear;\nTo-morrow she will be gone:\nOther mothers may keep\nTheir babes awake and asleep,\nBut I must not keep her here.\"--\nWhether I know or guess,\nI know this not the less.\n\nSo I was sent away\nThat none might spy the truth:\nAnd my childhood waxed to youth\nAnd I left off childish play.\nI never cared to play\nWith the village boys and girls;\nAnd I think they thought me proud,\nI found so little to say\nAnd kept so from the crowd:\nBut I had the longest curls,\nAnd I had the largest eyes,\nAnd my teeth were small like pearls;\nThe girls might flout and scout me,\nBut the boys would hang about me\nIn sheepish mooning wise.\n\nOur one-street village stood\nA long mile from the town,\nA mile of windy down\nAnd bleak one-sided wood,\nWith not a single house.\nOur town itself was small,\nWith just the common shops,\nAnd throve in its small way.\nOur neighboring gentry reared\nThe good old-fashioned crops,\nAnd made old-fashioned boasts\nOf what John Bull would do\nIf Frenchman Frog appeared,\nAnd drank old-fashioned toasts,\nAnd made old-fashioned bows\nTo my Lady at the Hall.\n\nMy Lady at the Hall\nIs grander than they all:\nHers is the oldest name\nIn all the neighborhood;\nBut the race must die with her\nThough she's a lofty dame,\nFor she's unmarried still.\nPoor people say she's good\nAnd has an open hand\nAs any in the land,\nAnd she's the comforter\nOf many sick and sad;\nMy nurse once said to me\nThat everything she had\nCame of my Lady's bounty:\n\"Though she's greatest in the county\nShe's humble to the poor,\nNo beggar seeks her door\nBut finds help presently.\nI pray both night and day\nFor her, and you must pray:\nBut she'll never feel distress\nIf needy folk can bless.\"\nI was a little maid\nWhen here we came to live\nFrom somewhere by the sea.\nMen spoke a foreign tongue\nThere where we used to be\nWhen I was merry and young,\nToo young to feel afraid;\nThe fisher-folk would give\nA kind strange word to me,\nThere by the foreign sea:\nI don't know where it was,\nBut I remember still\nOur cottage on a hill,\nAnd fields of flowering grass\nOn that fair foreign shore.\n\nI liked my old home best,\nBut this was pleasant too:\nSo here we made our nest\nAnd here I grew.\nAnd now and then my Lady\nIn riding past our door\nWould nod to nurse and speak,\nOr stoop and pat my cheek;\nAnd I was always ready\nTo hold the field-gate wide\nFor my Lady to go through;\nMy Lady in her veil\nSo seldom put aside,\nMy Lady grave and pale.\n\nI often sat to wonder\nWho might my parents be,\nFor I knew of something under\nMy simple-seeming state.\nNurse never talked to me\nOf mother or of father,\nBut watched me early and late\nWith kind suspicious cares:\nOr not suspicious, rather\nAnxious, as if she knew\nSome secret I might gather\nAnd smart for unawares.\nThus I grew.\n\nBut Nurse waxed old and gray,\nBent and weak with years.\nThere came a certain day\nThat she lay upon her bed\nShaking her palsied head,\nWith words she gasped to say\nWhich had to stay unsaid.\nThen with a jerking hand\nHeld out so piteously\nShe gave a ring to me\nOf gold wrought curiously,\nA ring which she had worn\nSince the day that I was born,\nShe once had said to me:\nI slipped it on my finger;\nHer eyes were keen to linger\nOn my hand that slipped it on;\nThen she sighed one rattling sigh\nAnd stared on with sightless eye:--\nThe one who loved me was gone.\n\nHow long I stayed alone\nWith the corpse I never knew,\nFor I fainted dead as stone:\nWhen I came to life once more\nI was down upon the floor,\nWith neighbors making ado\nTo bring me back to life.\nI heard the sexton's wife\nSay: \"Up, my lad, and run\nTo tell it at the Hall;\nShe was my Lady's nurse,\nAnd done can't be undone.\nI'll watch by this poor lamb.\nI guess my Lady's purse\nIs always open to such:\nI'd run up on my crutch\nA cripple as I am,\"\n(For cramps had vexed her much,)\n\"Rather than this dear heart\nLack one to take her part.\"\n\nFor days, day after day,\nOn my weary bed I lay,\nWishing the time would pass;\nO, so wishing that I was\nLikely to pass away:\nFor the one friend whom I knew\nWas dead, I knew no other,\nNeither father nor mother;\nAnd I, what should I do?\n\nOne day the sexton's wife\nSaid: \"Rouse yourself, my dear:\nMy Lady has driven down\nFrom the Hall into the town,\nAnd we think she's coming here.\nCheer up, for life is life.\"\n\nBut I would not look or speak,\nWould not cheer up at all.\nMy tears were like to fall,\nSo I turned round to the wall\nAnd hid my hollow cheek,\nMaking as if I slept,\nAs silent as a stone,\nAnd no one knew I wept.\nWhat was my Lady to me,\nThe grand lady from the Hall?\nShe might come, or stay away,\nI was sick at heart that day:\nThe whole world seemed to be\nNothing, just nothing to me,\nFor aught that I could see.\n\nYet I listened where I lay:\nA bustle came below,\nA clear voice said: \"I know;\nI will see her first alone,\nIt may be less of a shock\nIf she's so weak to-day\":--\nA light hand turned the lock,\nA light step crossed the floor,\nOne sat beside my bed:\nBut never a word she said.\n\nFor me, my shyness grew\nEach moment more and more:\nSo I said never a word\nAnd neither looked nor stirred;\nI think she must have heard\nMy heart go pit-a-pat:\nThus I lay, my Lady sat,\nMore than a mortal hour\n(I counted one and two\nBy the house-clock while I lay):\nI seemed to have no power\nTo think of a thing to say,\nOr do what I ought to do,\nOr rouse myself to a choice.\n\nAt last she said: \"Margaret,\nWon't you even look at me?\"\nA something in her voice\nForced my tears to fall at last,\nForced sobs from me thick and fast;\nSomething not of the past,\nYet stirring memory;\nA something new, and yet\nNot new, too sweet to last,\nWhich I never can forget.\n\nI turned and stared at her:\nHer cheek showed hollow-pale;\nHer hair like mine was fair,\nA wonderful fall of hair\nThat screened her like a veil;\nBut her height was statelier,\nHer eyes had depth more deep:\nI think they must have had\nAlways a something sad,\nUnless they were asleep.\n\nWhile I stared, my Lady took\nMy hand in her spare hand,\nJewelled and soft and grand,\nAnd looked with a long long look\nOf hunger in my face;\nAs if she tried to trace\nFeatures she ought to know,\nAnd half hoped, half feared, to find.\nWhatever was in her mind\nShe heaved a sigh at last,\nAnd began to talk to me.\n\"Your nurse was my dear nurse,\nAnd her nursling's dear,\" said she:\n\"No one told me a word\nOf her getting worse and worse,\nTill her poor life was past\"\n(Here my Lady's tears dropped fast):\n\"I might have been with her,\nI might have promised and heard,\nBut she had no comforter.\nShe might have told me much\nWhich now I shall never know,\nNever, never shall know.\"\nShe sat by me sobbing so,\nAnd seemed so woe-begone,\nThat I laid one hand upon\nHers with a timid touch,\nScarce thinking what I did,\nNot knowing what to say:\nThat moment her face was hid\nIn the pillow close by mine,\nHer arm was flung over me,\nShe hugged me, sobbing so\nAs if her heart would break,\nAnd kissed me where I lay.\n\nAfter this she often came\nTo bring me fruit or wine,\nOr sometimes hothouse flowers.\nAnd at nights I lay awake\nOften and often thinking\nWhat to do for her sake.\nWet or dry it was the same:\nShe would come in at all hours,\nSet me eating and drinking,\nAnd say I must grow strong;\nAt last the day seemed long\nAnd home seemed scarcely home\nIf she did not come.\n\nWell, I grew strong again:\nIn time of primroses\nI went to pluck them in the lane;\nIn time of nestling birds\nI heard them chirping round the house;\nAnd all the herds\nWere out at grass when I grew strong,\nAnd days were waxen long,\nAnd there was work for bees\nAmong the May-bush boughs,\nAnd I had shot up tall,\nAnd life felt after all\nPleasant, and not so long\nWhen I grew strong.\n\nI was going to the Hall\nTo be my Lady's maid:\n\"Her little friend,\" she said to me,\n\"Almost her child,\"\nShe said and smiled,\nSighing painfully;\nBlushing, with a second flush,\nAs if she blushed to blush.\n\nFriend, servant, child: just this\nMy standing at the Hall;\nThe other servants call me \"Miss,\"\nMy Lady calls me \"Margaret,\"\nWith her clear voice musical.\nShe never chides when I forget\nThis or that; she never chides.\nExcept when people come to stay\n(And that's not often) at the Hall,\nI sit with her all day\nAnd ride out when she rides.\nShe sings to me and makes me sing;\nSometimes I read to her,\nSometimes we merely sit and talk.\nShe noticed once my ring\nAnd made me tell its history:\nThat evening in our garden walk\nShe said she should infer\nThe ring had been my father's first,\nThen my mother's, given for me\nTo the nurse who nursed\nMy mother in her misery,\nThat so quite certainly\nSome one might know me, who--\nThen she was silent, and I too.\n\nI hate when people come:\nThe women speak and stare\nAnd mean to be so civil.\nThis one will stroke my hair,\nThat one will pat my cheek\nAnd praise my Lady's kindness,\nExpecting me to speak;\nI like the proud ones best\nWho sit as struck with blindness,\nAs if I wasn't there.\nBut if any gentleman\nIs staying at the Hall\n(Though few come prying here),\nMy Lady seems to fear\nSome downright dreadful evil,\nAnd makes me keep my room\nAs closely as she can:\nSo I hate when people come,\nIt is so troublesome.\nIn spite of all her care,\nSometimes to keep alive\nI sometimes do contrive\nTo get out in the grounds\nFor a whiff of wholesome air,\nUnder the rose you know:\nIt's charming to break bounds,\nStolen waters are sweet,\nAnd what's the good of feet\nIf for days they mustn't go?\nGive me a longer tether,\nOr I may break from it.\n\nNow I have eyes and ears\nAnd just some little wit:\n\"Almost my lady's child\";\nI recollect she smiled,\nSighed and blushed together;\nThen her story of the ring\nSounds not improbable,\nShe told it me so well\nIt seemed the actual thing:--\nO keep your counsel close,\nBut I guess under the rose,\nIn long past summer weather\nWhen the world was blossoming,\nAnd the rose upon its thorn:\nI guess not who he was\nFlawed honor like a glass\nAnd made my life forlorn;\nBut my Mother, Mother, Mother,\nO, I know her from all other.\n\nMy Lady, you might trust\nYour daughter with your fame.\nTrust me, I would not shame\nOur honorable name,\nFor I have noble blood\nThough I was bred in dust\nAnd brought up in the mud.\nI will not press my claim,\nJust leave me where you will:\nBut you might trust your daughter,\nFor blood is thicker than water\nAnd you're my mother still.\n\nSo my Lady holds her own\nWith condescending grace,\nAnd fills her lofty place\nWith an untroubled face\nAs a queen may fill a throne.\nWhile I could hint a tale\n(But then I am her child)\nWould make her quail;\nWould set her in the dust,\nLorn with no comforter,\nHer glorious hair defiled\nAnd ashes on her cheek:\nThe decent world would thrust\nIts finger out at her,\nNot much displeased I think\nTo make a nine days' stir;\nThe decent world would sink\nIts voice to speak of her.\n\nNow this is what I mean\nTo do, no more, no less:\nNever to speak, or show\nBare sign of what I know.\nLet the blot pass unseen;\nYea, let her never guess\nI hold the tangled clew\nShe huddles out of view.\nFriend, servant, almost child,\nSo be it and nothing more\nOn this side of the grave.\nMother, in Paradise,\nYou'll see with clearer eyes;\nPerhaps in this world even\nWhen you are like to die\nAnd face to face with Heaven\nYou'll drop for once the lie:\nBut you must drop the mask, not I.\n\nMy Lady promises\nTwo hundred pounds with me\nWhenever I may wed\nA man she can approve:\nAnd since besides her bounty\nI'm fairest in the county\n(For so I've heard it said,\nThough I don't vouch for this),\nHer promised pounds may move\nSome honest man to see\nMy virtues and my beauties;\nPerhaps the rising grazier,\nOr temperance publican,\nMay claim my wifely duties.\nMeanwhile I wait their leisure\nAnd grace-bestowing pleasure,\nI wait the happy man;\nBut if I hold my head\nAnd pitch my expectations\nJust higher than their level,\nThey must fall back on patience:\nI may not mean to wed,\nYet I'll be civil.\n\nNow sometimes in a dream\nMy heart goes out of me\nTo build and scheme,\nTill I sob after things that seem\nSo pleasant in a dream:\nA home such as I see\nMy blessed neighbors live in\nWith father and with mother,\nAll proud of one another,\nNamed by one common name,\nFrom baby in the bud\nTo full-blown workman father;\nIt's little short of Heaven.\nI'd give my gentle blood\nTo wash my special shame\nAnd drown my private grudge;\nI'd toil and moil much rather\nThe dingiest cottage drudge\nWhose mother need not blush,\nThan live here like a lady\nAnd see my Mother flush\nAnd hear her voice unsteady\nSometimes, yet never dare\nAsk to share her care.\n\nOf course the servants sneer\nBehind my back at me;\nOf course the village girls,\nWho envy me my curls\nAnd gowns and idleness,\nTake comfort in a jeer;\nOf course the ladies guess\nJust so much of my history\nAs points the emphatic stress\nWith which they laud my Lady;\nThe gentlemen who catch\nA casual glimpse of me\nAnd turn again to see,\nTheir valets on the watch\nTo speak a word with me,\nAll know and sting me wild;\nTill I am almost ready\nTo wish that I were dead,\nNo faces more to see,\nNo more words to be said,\nMy Mother safe at last\nDisburdened of her child,\nAnd the past past.\n\n\"All equal before God,\"--\nOur Rector has it so,\nAnd sundry sleepers nod:\nIt may be so; I know\nAll are not equal here,\nAnd when the sleepers wake\nThey make a difference.\n\"All equal in the grave,\"--\nThat shows an obvious sense:\nYet something which I crave\nNot death itself brings near;\nHow should death half atone\nFor all my past; or make\nThe name I bear my own?\n\nI love my dear old Nurse\nWho loved me without gains;\nI love my mistress even,\nFriend, Mother, what you will:\nBut I could almost curse\nMy Father for his pains;\nAnd sometimes at my prayer,\nKneeling in sight of Heaven,\nI almost curse him still:\nWhy did he set his snare\nTo catch at unaware\nMy Mother's foolish youth;\nLoad me with shame that's hers,\nAnd her with something worse,\nA lifelong lie for truth?\n\nI think my mind is fixed\nOn one point and made up:\nTo accept my lot unmixed;\nNever to drug the cup\nBut drink it by myself.\nI'll not be wooed for pelf;\nI'll not blot out my shame\nWith any man's good name;\nBut nameless as I stand,\nMy hand is my own hand,\nAnd nameless as I came\nI go to the dark land.\n\n\"All equal in the grave,\"--\nI bide my time till then:\n\"All equal before God,\"--\nTo-day I feel His rod,\nTo-morrow He may save:\n            Amen.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_220","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_239","title":"Song","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Oh what comes over the sea,\n  Shoals and quicksands past;\nAnd what comes home to me,\n  Sailing slow, sailing fast?\n\nA wind comes over the sea\n  With a moan in its blast;\nBut nothing comes home to me,\n  Sailing slow, sailing fast.\n\nLet me be, let me be,\n  For my lot is cast:\nLand or sea all's one to me,\n  And sail it slow or fast.","themes":["home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_239","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_239","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_240","title":"By The Sea","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Why does the sea moan evermore?\n  Shut out from heaven it makes its moan.\nIt frets against the boundary shore;\n  All earth's full rivers cannot fill\n  The sea, that drinking thirsteth still.\n\nSheer miracles of loveliness\n  Lie hid in its unlooked-on bed:\nAnemones, salt, passionless,\n  Blow flower-like; just enough alive\n  To blow and multiply and thrive.\n\nShells quaint with curve, or spot, or spike,\n  Encrusted live things argus-eyed,\nAll fair alike, yet all unlike,\n  Are born without a pang, and die\n  Without a pang,--and so pass by.","themes":["nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_240","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-p_240B","title":"Days Of Vanity","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"A dream that waketh,\n  Bubble that breaketh,\nSong whose burden sigheth,\n  A passing breath,\n  Smoke that vanisheth,--\nSuch is life that dieth.\n\n  A flower that fadeth,\n  Fruit the tree sheddeth,\nTrackless bird that flieth,\n  Summer time brief,\n  Falling of the leaf,--\nSuch is life that dieth.\n\n  A scent exhaling,\n  Snow waters failing,\nMorning dew that drieth,\n  A windy blast,\n  Lengthening shadows cast,--\nSuch is life that dieth.\n\n  A scanty measure,\n  Rust-eaten treasure,\nSpending that nought buyeth,\n  Moth on the wing,\n  Toil unprofiting,--\nSuch is life that dieth.\n\n  Morrow by morrow\n  Sorrow breeds sorrow,\nFor this my song sigheth;\n  From day to night\n  We lapse out of sight,--\nSuch is life that dieth.","themes":["nature","grief","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#p_240B","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_242","title":"Enrica, 1865","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"She came among us from the South\n  And made the North her home awhile\n  Our dimness brightened in her smile,\nOur tongue grew sweeter in her mouth.\n\nWe chilled beside her liberal glow,\n  She dwarfed us by her ampler scale,\n  Her full-blown blossom made us pale,\nShe summer-like and we like snow.\n\nWe Englishwomen, trim, correct,\n  All minted in the self-same mould,\n  Warm-hearted but of semblance cold,\nAll-courteous out of self-respect.\n\nShe woman in her natural grace,\n  Less trammelled she by lore of school,\n  Courteous by nature not by rule,\nWarm-hearted and of cordial face.\n\nSo for awhile she made her home\n  Among us in the rigid North,\n  She who from Italy came forth\nAnd scaled the Alps and crossed the foam.\n\nBut if she found us like our sea,\n  Of aspect colourless and chill,\n  Rock-girt; like it she found us still\nDeep at our deepest, strong and free.","themes":["nature","home","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_242","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_243","title":"Once For All","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I said: This is a beautiful fresh rose.\n  I said: I will delight me with its scent,\n  Will watch its lovely curve of languishment,\nWill watch its leaves unclose, its heart unclose.\nI said: Old Earth has put away her snows,\n  All living things make merry to their bent,\n  A flower is come for every flower that went\nIn autumn; the sun glows, the south wind blows.\nSo walking in a garden of delight\n  I came upon one sheltered shadowed nook\nWhere broad leaf shadows veiled the day with night,\n  And there lay snow unmelted by the sun:--\nI answered: Take who will the path I took,\n  Winter nips once for all; love is but one.","themes":["love","nature","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_243","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-p_243B","title":"Autumn Violets","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Keep love for youth, and violets for the spring:\n  Or if these bloom when worn-out autumn grieves,\n  Let them lie hid in double shade of leaves,\nTheir own, and others dropped down withering;\nFor violets suit when home birds build and sing,\n  Not when the outbound bird a passage cleaves;\n  Not with dry stubble of mown harvest sheaves,\n\nBut when the green world buds to blossoming.\nKeep violets for the spring, and love for youth,\n  Love that should dwell with beauty, mirth, and hope:\n    Or if a later sadder love be born,\n  Let this not look for grace beyond its scope,\nBut give itself, nor plead for answering truth--\n    A grateful Ruth tho' gleaning scanty corn.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#p_243B","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_244","title":"\"They Desire A Better Country.\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I.\n\nI would not if I could undo my past,\n  Tho' for its sake my future is a blank;\n  My past for which I have myself to thank,\nFor all its faults and follies first and last.\nI would not cast anew the lot once cast,\n  Or launch a second ship for one that sank,\n  Or drug with sweets the bitterness I drank,\nOr break by feasting my perpetual fast.\nI would not if I could: for much more dear\n  Is one remembrance than a hundred joys,\n    More than a thousand hopes in jubilee;\n  Dearer the music of one tearful voice\n    That unforgotten calls and calls to me,\n\"Follow me here, rise up, and follow here.\"\n\nII.\n\nWhat seekest thou, far in the unknown land?\n  In hope I follow joy gone on before;\n  In hope and fear persistent more and more,\nAs the dry desert lengthens out its sand.\nWhilst day and night I carry in my hand\n  The golden key to ope the golden door\n  Of golden home; yet mine eye weepeth sore,\nFor long the journey is that makes no stand.\nAnd who is this that veiled doth walk with thee?\n  Lo, this is Love that walketh at my right;\n    One exile holds us both, and we are bound\n  To selfsame home-joys in the land of light.\nWeeping thou walkest with him; weepeth he?--\n    Some sobbing weep, some weep and make no sound.\n\nIII.\n\nA dimness of a glory glimmers here\n  Thro' veils and distance from the space remote,\n  A faintest far vibration of a note\nReaches to us and seems to bring us near;\nCausing our face to glow with braver cheer,\n  Making the serried mist to stand afloat,\n  Subduing languor with an antidote,\nAnd strengthening love almost to cast out fear:\nTill for one moment golden city walls\n  Rise looming on us, golden walls of home,\nLight of our eyes until the darkness falls;\n  Then thro' the outer darkness burdensome\nI hear again the tender voice that calls,\n  \"Follow me hither, follow, rise, and come.\"","themes":["love","hope","grief","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_244","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_246","title":"A Green Cornfield","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"The earth was green, the sky was blue:\n  I saw and heard one sunny morn\nA skylark hang between the two,\n  A singing speck above the corn;\n\nA stage below, in gay accord,\n  White butterflies danced on the wing,\nAnd still the singing skylark soared\n  And silent sank, and soared to sing.\n\nThe cornfield stretched a tender green\n  To right and left beside my walks;\nI knew he had a nest unseen\n  Somewhere among the million stalks:\n\nAnd as I paused to hear his song\n  While swift the sunny moments slid,\nPerhaps his mate sat listening long,\n  And listened longer than I did.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_246","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_247","title":"A Bride Song","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Through the vales to my love!\n  To the happy small nest of home\nGreen from basement to roof;\n  Where the honey-bees come\nTo the window-sill flowers,\n  And dive from above,\nSafe from the spider that weaves\n  Her warp and her woof\nIn some outermost leaves.\n\nThrough the vales to my love!\n  In sweet April hours\n  All rainbows and showers,\nWhile dove answers dove,--\n  In beautiful May,\nWhen the orchards are tender\n  And frothing with flowers,--\n  In opulent June,\nWhen the wheat stands up slender\n  By sweet-smelling hay,\nAnd half the sun's splendour\n  Descends to the moon.\n\nThrough the vales to my love!\n  Where the turf is so soft to the feet,\n  And the thyme makes it sweet,\nAnd the stately foxglove\n  Hangs silent its exquisite bells;\n  And where water wells\nThe greenness grows greener,\n  And bulrushes stand\nRound a lily to screen her.\n\nNevertheless, if this land,\n  Like a garden to smell and to sight,\nWere turned to a desert of sand,\n  Stripped bare of delight,\n  All its best gone to worst,\nFor my feet no repose,\n  No water to comfort my thirst,\nAnd heaven like a furnace above,--\n  The desert would be\n  As gushing of waters to me,\nThe wilderness be as a rose,\n  If it led me to thee,\n  O my love!","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_247","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_249","title":"The Lowest Room","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Like flowers sequestered from the sun\n  And wind of summer, day by day\nI dwindled paler, whilst my hair\n    Showed the first tinge of grey.\n\n\"Oh, what is life, that we should live?\n  Or what is death, that we must die?\nA bursting bubble is our life:\n    I also, what am I?\"\n\n\"What is your grief? now tell me, sweet,\n  That I may grieve,\" my sister said;\nAnd stayed a white embroidering hand\n    And raised a golden head:\n\nHer tresses showed a richer mass,\n  Her eyes looked softer than my own,\nHer figure had a statelier height,\n    Her voice a tenderer tone.\n\n\"Some must be second and not first;\n  All cannot be the first of all:\nIs not this, too, but vanity?\n  I stumble like to fall.\n\n\"So yesterday I read the acts\n  Of Hector and each clangorous king\nWith wrathful great Æacides:--\n    Old Homer leaves a sting.\"\n\nThe comely face looked up again,\n  The deft hand lingered on the thread\n\"Sweet, tell me what is Homer's sting,\n    Old Homer's sting?\" she said.\n\n\"He stirs my sluggish pulse like wine,\n  He melts me like the wind of spice,\nStrong as strong Ajax' red right hand,\n    And grand like Juno's eyes.\n\n\"I cannot melt the sons of men,\n  I cannot fire and tempest-toss:--\nBesides, those days were golden days,\n    Whilst these are days of dross.\"\n\nShe laughed a feminine low laugh,\n  Yet did not stay her dexterous hand:\n\"Now tell me of those days,\" she said,\n    \"When time ran golden sand.\"\n\n\"Then men were men of might and right,\n  Sheer might, at least, and weighty swords;\nThen men in open blood and fire\n    Bore witness to their words,--\n\n\"Crest-rearing kings with whistling spears;\n  But if these shivered in the shock\nThey wrenched up hundred-rooted trees,\n    Or hurled the effacing rock.\n\n\"Then hand to hand, then foot to foot,\n  Stern to the death-grip grappling then,\nWho ever thought of gunpowder\n    Amongst these men of men?\n\n\"They knew whose hand struck home the death,\n  They knew who broke but would not bend,\nCould venerate an equal foe\n    And scorn a laggard friend.\n\n\"Calm in the utmost stress of doom,\n  Devout toward adverse powers above,\nThey hated with intenser hate\n    And loved with fuller love.\n\n\"Then heavenly beauty could allay\n  As heavenly beauty stirred the strife:\nBy them a slave was worshipped more\n    Than is by us a wife.\"\n\nShe laughed again, my sister laughed;\n  Made answer o'er the laboured cloth:\n\"I rather would be one of us\n    Than wife, or slave, or both.\"\n\n\"Oh better then be slave or wife\n  Than fritter now blank life away:\nThen night had holiness of night,\n    And day was sacred day.\n\n\"The princess laboured at her loom,\n  Mistress and handmaiden alike;\nBeneath their needles grew the field\n    With warriors armed to strike.\n\n\"Or, look again, dim Dian's face\n  Gleamed perfect through the attendant night:\nWere such not better than those holes\n    Amid that waste of white?\n\n\"A shame it is, our aimless life;\n  I rather from my heart would feed\nFrom silver dish in gilded stall\n    With wheat and wine the steed--\n\n\"The faithful steed that bore my lord\n  In safety through the hostile land,\nThe faithful steed that arched his neck\n    To fondle with my hand.\"\n\nHer needle erred; a moment's pause,\n  A moment's patience, all was well.\nThen she: \"But just suppose the horse,\n    Suppose the rider fell?\n\n\"Then captive in an alien house,\n  Hungering on exile's bitter bread,--\nThey happy, they who won the lot\n    Of sacrifice,\" she said.\n\nSpeaking she faltered, while her look\n  Showed forth her passion like a glass:\nWith hand suspended, kindling eye,\n    Flushed cheek, how fair she was!\n\n\"Ah well, be those the days of dross;\n  This, if you will, the age of gold:\nYet had those days a spark of warmth,\n    While these are somewhat cold--\n\n\"Are somewhat mean and cold and slow,\n  Are stunted from heroic growth:\nWe gain but little when we prove\n    The worthlessness of both.\"\n\n\"But life is in our hands,\" she said;\n  \"In our own hands for gain or loss:\nShall not the Sevenfold Sacred Fire\n    Suffice to purge our dross?\n\n\"Too short a century of dreams,\n  One day of work sufficient length:\nWhy should not you, why should not I,\n    Attain heroic strength?\n\n\"Our life is given us as a blank,\n  Ourselves must make it blest or curst:\nWho dooms me I shall only be\n    The second, not the first?\n\n\"Learn from old Homer, if you will,\n  Such wisdom as his books have said:\nIn one the acts of Ajax shine,\n    In one of Diomed.\n\n\"Honoured all heroes whose high deeds\n  Through life, through death, enlarge their span\nOnly Achilles in his rage\n    And sloth is less than man.\"\n\n\"Achilles only less than man?\n  He less than man who, half a god,\nDiscomfited all Greece with rest,\n    Cowed Ilion with a nod?\n\n\"He offered vengeance, lifelong grief\n  To one dear ghost, uncounted price:\nBeasts, Trojans, adverse gods, himself,\n    Heaped up the sacrifice.\n\n\"Self-immolated to his friend,\n  Shrined in world's wonder, Homer's page,\nIs this the man, the less than men\n    Of this degenerate age?\"\n\n\"Gross from his acorns, tusky boar\n  Does memorable acts like his;\nSo for her snared offended young\n    Bleeds the swart lioness.\"\n\nBut here she paused; our eyes had met,\n  And I was whitening with the jeer;\nShe rose: \"I went too far,\" she said;\n    Spoke low: \"Forgive me, dear.\n\n\"To me our days seem pleasant days,\n  Our home a haven of pure content;\nForgive me if I said too much,\n    So much more than I meant.\n\n\"Homer, though greater than his gods,\n  With rough-hewn virtues was sufficed\nAnd rough-hewn men: but what are such\n    To us who learn of Christ?\"\n\nThe much-moved pathos of her voice,\n  Her almost tearful eyes, her cheek\nGrown pale, confessed the strength of love\n    Which only made her speak.\n\nFor mild she was, of few soft words,\n  Most gentle, easy to be led,\nContent to listen when I spoke,\n    And reverence what I said:\n\nI elder sister by six years;\n  Not half so glad, or wise, or good:\nHer words rebuked my secret self\n    And shamed me where I stood.\n\nShe never guessed her words reproved\n  A silent envy nursed within,\nA selfish, souring discontent\n    Pride-born, the devil's sin.\n\nI smiled, half bitter, half in jest:\n  \"The wisest man of all the wise\nLeft for his summary of life\n    'Vanity of vanities.'\n\n\"Beneath the sun there's nothing new:\n  Men flow, men ebb, mankind flows on:\nIf I am wearied of my life,\n    Why, so was Solomon.\n\n\"Vanity of vanities he preached\n  Of all he found, of all he sought:\nVanity of vanities, the gist\n    Of all the words he taught.\n\n\"This in the wisdom of the world,\n  In Homer's page, in all, we find:\nAs the sea is not filled, so yearns\n    Man's universal mind.\n\n\"This Homer felt, who gave his men\n  With glory but a transient state:\nHis very Jove could not reverse\n    Irrevocable fate.\n\n\"Uncertain all their lot save this--\n  Who wins must lose, who lives must die:\nAll trodden out into the dark\n    Alike, all vanity.\"\n\nShe scarcely answered when I paused,\n  But rather to herself said: \"One\nIs here,\" low-voiced and loving, \"Yea,\n    Greater than Solomon.\"\n\nSo both were silent, she and I:\n  She laid her work aside, and went\nInto the garden-walks, like spring,\n    All gracious with content:\n\nA little graver than her wont,\n  Because her words had fretted me;\nNot warbling quite her merriest tune\n    Bird-like from tree to tree.\n\nI chose a book to read and dream:\n  Yet half the while with furtive eyes\nMarked how she made her choice of flowers\n    Intuitively wise,\n\nAnd ranged them with instinctive taste\n  Which all my books had failed to teach;\nFresh rose herself, and daintier\n    Than blossom of the peach.\n\nBy birthright higher than myself,\n  Though nestling of the self-same nest:\nNo fault of hers, no fault of mine,\n    But stubborn to digest.\n\nI watched her, till my book unmarked\n  Slid noiseless to the velvet floor;\nTill all the opulent summer-world\n    Looked poorer than before.\n\nJust then her busy fingers ceased,\n  Her fluttered colour went and came:\nI knew whose step was on the walk,\n    Whose voice would name her name.\n\n       * * * * *\n\nWell, twenty years have passed since then:\n  My sister now, a stately wife\nStill fair, looks back in peace and sees\n    The longer half of life--\n\nThe longer half of prosperous life,\n  With little grief, or fear, or fret:\nShe, loved and loving long ago,\n    Is loved and loving yet.\n\nA husband honourable, brave,\n  Is her main wealth in all the world:\nAnd next to him one like herself,\n    One daughter golden-curled:\n\nFair image of her own fair youth,\n  As beautiful and as serene,\nWith almost such another love\n    As her own love has been.\n\nYet, though of world-wide charity,\n  And in her home most tender dove,\nHer treasure and her heart are stored\n    In the home-land of love.\n\nShe thrives, God's blessed husbandry;\n  Most like a vine which full of fruit\nDoth cling and lean and climb toward heaven,\n    While earth still binds its root.\n\nI sit and watch my sister's face:\n  How little altered since the hours\nWhen she, a kind, light-hearted girl,\n    Gathered her garden flowers:\n\nHer song just mellowed by regret\n  For having teased me with her talk;\nThen all-forgetful as she heard\n    One step upon the walk.\n\nWhile I? I sat alone and watched;\n  My lot in life, to live alone\nIn mine own world of interests,\n    Much felt, but little shown.\n\nNot to be first: how hard to learn\n  That lifelong lesson of the past;\nLine graven on line and stroke on stroke:\n    But, thank God, learned at last.\n\nSo now in patience I possess\n  My soul year after tedious year,\nContent to take the lowest place,\n    The place assigned me here.\n\nYet sometimes, when I feel my strength\n  Most weak, and life most burdensome,\nI lift mine eyes up to the hills\n    From whence my help shall come:\n\nYea, sometimes still I lift my heart\n  To the Archangelic trumpet-burst,\nWhen all deep secrets shall be shown,\n    And many last be first.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_249","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_261","title":"Dead Hope","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Hope new born one pleasant morn\n  Died at even;\nHope dead lives nevermore,\n  No, not in heaven.\n\nIf his shroud were but a cloud\n  To weep itself away;\nOr were he buried underground\n  To sprout some day!\nBut dead and gone is dead and gone\n  Vainly wept upon.\n\nNought we place above his face\n  To mark the spot,\nBut it shows a barren place\n  In our lot.","themes":["hope","grief","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_261","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_261","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"79f2c723ca646875510988c4931ecd9d040a27a9b40ff7941a4e7d55c6957181","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-p_261B","title":"A Daughter Of Eve","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"A fool I was to sleep at noon,\n  And wake when night is chilly\nBeneath the comfortless cold moon;\nA fool to pluck my rose too soon,\n  A fool to snap my lily.\n\nMy garden-plot I have not kept;\n  Faded and all-forsaken,\nI weep as I have never wept:\nOh it was summer when I slept,\n  It's winter now I waken.\n\nTalk what you please of future spring\n  And sun-warmed sweet to-morrow:--\nStripped bare of hope and every thing,\nNo more to laugh, no more to sing,\n  I sit alone with sorrow.","themes":["nature","hope","grief","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#p_261B","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_262","title":"Venus' Looking-Glass","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I marked where lovely Venus and her court\n  With song and dance and merry laugh went by;\n  Weightless, their wingless feet seemed made to fly,\nBound from the ground and in mid air to sport.\nLeft far behind I heard the dolphins snort,\n  Tracking their goddess with a wistful eye,\n  Around whose head white doves rose, wheeling high\nOr low, and cooed after their tender sort.\nAll this I saw in spring. Through summer heat\n  I saw the lovely Queen of Love no more.\n  But when flushed autumn through the woodlands went\nI spied sweet Venus walk amid the wheat:\n  Whom seeing, every harvester gave o'er\n  His toil, and laughed and hoped and was content.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_262","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_262","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_263","title":"Love Lies Bleeding","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Love that is dead and buried, yesterday\n  Out of his grave rose up before my face,\n  No recognition in his look, no trace\nOf memory in his eyes dust-dimmed and grey.\nWhile I, remembering, found no word to say,\n  But felt my quickened heart leap in its place;\n  Caught afterglow thrown back from long set days,\nCaught echoes of all music passed away.\nWas this indeed to meet?--I mind me yet\n  In youth we met when hope and love were quick,\n    We parted with hope dead, but love alive:\n  I mind me how we parted then heart sick,\n    Remembering, loving, hopeless, weak to strive:--\nWas this to meet? Not so, we have not met.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_263","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_263","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"d63859825d307144a3aed0f714ef71da5c83f67e2b8dbd82905c179b42d47d8d","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-p_263B","title":"Bird Raptures","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"The sunrise wakes the lark to sing,\n  The moonrise wakes the nightingale.\nCome darkness, moonrise, every thing\n  That is so silent, sweet, and pale:\n  Come, so ye wake the nightingale.\n\nMake haste to mount, thou wistful moon,\n  Make haste to wake the nightingale:\nLet silence set the world in tune\nTo hearken to that wordless tale\nWhich warbles from the nightingale\n\nO herald skylark, stay thy flight\n  One moment, for a nightingale\nFloods us with sorrow and delight.\n  To-morrow thou shalt hoist the sail;\n  Leave us to-night the nightingale.","themes":["grief","loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#p_263B","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_264","title":"My Friend","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Two days ago with dancing glancing hair,\n  With living lips and eyes:\n  Now pale, dumb, blind, she lies;\nSo pale, yet still so fair.\n\nWe have not left her yet, not yet alone;\n  But soon must leave her where\n  She will not miss our care,\nBone of our bone.\n\nWeep not; O friends, we should not weep:\n  Our friend of friends lies full of rest;\n  No sorrow rankles in her breast,\nFallen fast asleep.\n\nShe sleeps below,\n  She wakes and laughs above;\n  To-day, as she walked, let us walk in love,\nTo-morrow follow so.","themes":["love","grief","loneliness","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_264","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_265","title":"Twilight Night","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I.\n\nWe met, hand to hand,\n  We clasped hands close and fast,\nAs close as oak and ivy stand;\n  But it is past:\n  Come day, come night, day comes at last.\n\nWe loosed hand from hand,\n  We parted face from face;\nEach went his way to his own land\n  At his own pace:\n  Each went to fill his separate place.\n\nIf we should meet one day,\n  If both should not forget.\nWe shall clasp hands the accustomed way,\n  As when we met\n  So long ago, as I remember yet.\n\nII.\n\nWhere my heart is (wherever that may be)\n  Might I but follow!\nIf you fly thither over heath and lea,\nO honey-seeking bee,\n  O careless swallow!\nBid some for whom I watch keep watch for me\n\nAlas! that we must dwell, my heart and I,\n  So far asunder.\nHours wax to days, and days and days creep by;\nI watch with wistful eye,\n  I wait and wonder:\nWhen will that day draw nigh--that hour draw nigh?\n\nNot yesterday, and not I think to-day;\n  Perhaps to-morrow.\nDay after day \"to-morrow,\" thus I say:\nI watched so yesterday\n  In hope and sorrow,\nAgain to-day I watch the accustomed way.","themes":["love","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_265","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_266","title":"A Bird Song","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"It's a year almost that I have not seen her:\nOh, last summer green things were greener,\nBrambles fewer, the blue sky bluer.\n\nIt's surely summer, for there's a swallow:\nCome one swallow, his mate will follow,\nThe bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.\n\nOh happy swallow whose mate will follow\nO'er height, o'er hollow! I'd be a swallow,\nTo build this weather one nest together.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_266","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_266","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"416a2074290456897054a064e911b34c4dee16717f58bfa04f397ef4670b49cd","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_267","title":"A Smile And A Sigh","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"A smile because the nights are short!\n  And every morning brings such pleasure\nOf sweet love-making, harmless sport:\n  Love that makes and finds its treasure;\n  Love, treasure without measure.\n\nA sigh because the days are long!\n  Long, long these days that pass in sighing,\nA burden saddens every song:\n  While time lags which should be flying,\n  We live who would be dying.","themes":["love","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_267","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_267","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-p_267B","title":"Amor Mundi","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"\"O where are you going with your love-locks flowing,\n  On the west wind blowing along this valley track?\"\n\"The downhill path is easy, come with me an it please ye,\n  We shall escape the uphill by never turning back.\"\n\nSo they two went together in glowing August weather,\n  The honey-breathing heather lay to their left and right;\nAnd dear she was to doat on, her swift feet seemed to float on\n  The air like soft twin pigeons too sportive to alight.\n\n\"Oh, what is that in heaven where grey cloud-flakes are seven,\n  Where blackest clouds hang riven just at the rainy skirt?\"\n\"Oh, that's a meteor sent us, a message dumb, portentous,\n  An undeciphered solemn signal of help or hurt.\"\n\n\"Oh, what is that glides quickly where velvet flowers grow thickly,\n  Their scent comes rich and sickly?\"--\"A scaled and hooded worm.\"\n\"Oh, what's that in the hollow, so pale I quake to follow?\"\n  \"Oh, that's a thin dead body which waits the eternal term.\"\n\n\"Turn again, O my sweetest,--turn again, false and fleetest:\n  This beaten way thou beatest I fear is hell's own track.\"\n\"Nay, too steep for hill mounting; nay, too late for cost counting:\n  This downhill path is easy, but there's no turning back.\"","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#p_267B","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_269","title":"A Christmas Carol","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"In the bleak mid-winter\n  Frosty wind made moan,\nEarth stood hard as iron,\n  Water like a stone;\nSnow had fallen, snow on snow,\n  Snow on snow,\nIn the bleak mid-winter\n  Long ago.\n\nOur God, Heaven cannot hold Him\n  Nor earth sustain;\nHeaven and earth shall flee away\n  When He comes to reign:\nIn the bleak mid-winter\n  A stable-place sufficed\nThe Lord God Almighty\n  Jesus Christ.\n\nEnough for Him whom cherubim\n  Worship night and day,\nA breastful of milk\n  And a mangerful of hay;\nEnough for Him whom angels\n  Fall down before,\nThe ox and ass and camel\n  Which adore.\n\nAngels and archangels\n  May have gathered there,\nCherubim and seraphim\n  Throng'd the air,\nBut only His mother\n  In her maiden bliss\nWorshipped her Beloved\n  With a kiss.\n\nWhat can I give Him,\n  Poor as I am?\nIf I were a shepherd\n  I would bring a lamb,\nIf I were a wise man\n  I would do my part,--\nYet what I can I give Him,\n  Give my heart.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_269","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_271","title":"By The Waters Of Babylon","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"B.C. 570.\n\nHere, where I dwell, I waste to skin and bone;\n  The curse is come upon me, and I waste\n  In penal torment powerless to atone.\nThe curse is come on me, which makes no haste\n  And doth not tarry, crushing both the proud\n  Hard man and him the sinner double-faced.\nLook not upon me, for my soul is bowed\n  Within me, as my body in this mire;\n  My soul crawls dumb-struck, sore bestead and cowed\nAs Sodom and Gomorrah scourged by fire,\n  As Jericho before God's trumpet-peal,\n  So we the elect ones perish in His ire.\nVainly we gird on sackcloth, vainly kneel\n  With famished faces toward Jerusalem:\n  His heart is shut against us not to feel,\nHis ears against our cry He shutteth them,\n  His hand He shorteneth that He will not save,\n  His law is loud against us to condemn:\nAnd we, as unclean bodies in the grave\n  Inheriting corruption and the dark,\n  Are outcast from His presence which we crave.\nOur Mercy hath departed from His Ark,\n  Our Glory hath departed from His rest,\n  Our Shield hath left us naked as a mark\nUnto all pitiless eyes made manifest.\n  Our very Father hath forsaken us,\n  Our God hath cast us from Him: we oppress'd\nUnto our foes are even marvellous,\n  A hissing and a butt for pointing hands,\n  Whilst God Almighty hunts and grinds us thus;\nFor He hath scattered us in alien lands,\n  Our priests, our princes, our anointed king,\n  And bound us hand and foot with brazen bands.\nHere while I sit, my painful heart takes wing\n  Home to the home-land I may see no more,\n  Where milk and honey flow, where waters spring\nAnd fail not, where I dwelt in days of yore\n  Under my fig-tree and my fruitful vine,\n  There where my parents dwelt at ease before:\nNow strangers press the olives that are mine,\n  Reap all the corners of my harvest-field,\n  And make their fat hearts wanton with my wine;\nTo them my trees, to them my gardens yield\n  Their sweets and spices and their tender green,\n  O'er them in noontide heat outspread their shield.\nYet these are they whose fathers had not been\n  Housed with my dogs; whom hip and thigh we smote\n  And with their blood washed their pollutions clean,\nPurging the land which spewed them from its throat;\n  Their daughters took we for a pleasant prey,\n  Choice tender ones on whom the fathers dote:\nNow they in turn have led our own away;\n  Our daughters and our sisters and our wives\n  Sore weeping as they weep who curse the day,\nTo live, remote from help, dishonoured lives,\n  Soothing their drunken masters with a song,\n  Or dancing in their golden tinkling gyves--\nAccurst if they remember through the long\n  Estrangement of their exile, twice accursed\n  If they forget and join the accursèd throng.\nHow doth my heart that is so wrung not burst\n  When I remember that my way was plain,\n  And that God's candle lit me at the first,\nWhilst now I grope in darkness, grope in vain,\n  Desiring but to find Him Who is lost,\n  To find him once again, but once again!\nHis wrath came on us to the uttermost,\n  His covenanted and most righteous wrath.\n  Yet this is He of Whom we made our boast,\nWho lit the Fiery Pillar in our path,\n  Who swept the Red Sea dry before our feet,\n  Who in His jealousy smote kings, and hath\nSworn once to David: One shall fill thy seat\n  Born of thy body, as the sun and moon\n  'Stablished for aye in sovereignty complete.\nO Lord, remember David, and that soon.\n  The Glory hath departed, Ichabod!\n  Yet now, before our sun grow dark at noon,\nBefore we come to nought beneath Thy rod,\n  Before we go down quick into the pit,\n  Remember us for good, O God, our God:--\nThy Name will I remember, praising it,\n  Though Thou forget me, though Thou hide Thy face,\n  And blot me from the Book which Thou hast writ;\nThy Name will I remember in my praise\n  And call to mind Thy faithfulness of old,\nThough as a weaver Thou cut off my days\n  And end me as a tale ends that is told.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_271","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_274","title":"Paradise","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Once in a dream I saw the flowers\n  That bud and bloom in Paradise;\n  More fair they are than waking eyes\nHave seen in all this world of ours.\nAnd faint the perfume-bearing rose,\n  And faint the lily on its stem,\nAnd faint the perfect violet\n    Compared with them.\n\nI heard the songs of Paradise:\n  Each bird sat singing in his place;\n  A tender song so full of grace\nIt soared like incense to the skies.\nEach bird sat singing to his mate\n  Soft-cooing notes among the trees:\nThe nightingale herself were cold\n    To such as these.\n\nI saw the fourfold River flow,\n  And deep it was, with golden sand;\n  It flowed between a mossy land\nWith murmured music grave and low.\n\nIt hath refreshment for all thirst,\n  For fainting spirits strength and rest;\nEarth holds not such a draught as this\n    From east to west.\n\nThe Tree of Life stood budding there,\n  Abundant with its twelvefold fruits;\n  Eternal sap sustains its roots,\nIts shadowing branches fill the air.\nIts leaves are healing for the world,\n  Its fruit the hungry world can feed,\nSweeter than honey to the taste,\n    And balm indeed.\n\nI saw the gate called Beautiful;\n  And looked, but scarce could look within;\n  I saw the golden streets begin,\nAnd outskirts of the glassy pool.\nOh harps, oh crowns of plenteous stars,\n  O green palm branches many-leaved--\nEye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard,\n    Nor heart conceived!\n\nI hope to see these things again,\n  But not as once in dreams by night;\n  To see them with my very sight,\nAnd touch and handle and attain:\nTo have all Heaven beneath my feet\n  For narrow way that once they trod;\nTo have my part with all the saints,\n    And with my God.","themes":["love","nature","hope","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_274","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_276","title":"\"I Will Lift Up Mine Eyes Unto The Hills.\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I am pale with sick desire,\n  For my heart is far away\nFrom this world's fitful fire\n  And this world's waning day;\nIn a dream it overleaps\n  A world of tedious ills\nTo where the sunshine sleeps\n  On the everlasting hills.--\n  Say the Saints: There Angels ease us\n    Glorified and white.\n  They say: We rest in Jesus,\n    Where is not day or night.\n\nMy soul saith: I have sought\n  For a home that is not gained,\nI have spent yet nothing bought,\n  Have laboured but not attained;\nMy pride strove to mount and grow,\n  And hath but dwindled down;\nMy love sought love, and lo!\n  Hath not attained its crown.--\n  Say the Saints: Fresh souls increase us,\n    None languish or recede.\n  They say: We love our Jesus,\n    And He loves us indeed.\n\nI cannot rise above,\n  I cannot rest beneath,\nI cannot find out love,\n  Or escape from death;\nDear hopes and joys gone by\n  Still mock me with a name;\nMy best belovèd die,\n  And I cannot die with them.--\n  Say the Saints: No deaths decrease us,\n    Where our rest is glorious.\n  They say: We live in Jesus,\n    Who once died for us.\n\nO my soul, she beats her wings\n  And pants to fly away\nUp to immortal things\n  In the heavenly day:\nYet she flags and almost faints;\n  Can such be meant for me?--\nCome and see, say the Saints.\n  Saith Jesus: Come and see.\n  Say the Saints: His pleasures please us\n    Before God and the Lamb.\n  Come and taste My sweets, saith Jesus:\n    Be with Me where I am.","themes":["love","hope","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_276","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_278","title":"Saints And Angels","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"It's oh in Paradise that I fain would be,\n  Away from earth and weariness and all beside;\nEarth is too full of loss with its dividing sea,\n  But Paradise upbuilds the bower for the bride.\n\nWhere flowers are yet in bud while the boughs are green,\n  I would get quit of earth and get robed for heaven;\nPutting on my raiment white within the screen,\n  Putting on my crown of gold whose gems are seven\n\nFair is the fourfold river that maketh no moan,\n  Fair are the trees fruit-bearing of the wood,\nFair are the gold and bdellium and the onyx stone,\n  And I know the gold of that land is good.\n\nO my love, my dove, lift up your eyes\n  Toward the eastern gate like an opening rose;\nYou and I who parted will meet in Paradise,\n  Pass within and sing when the gates unclose.\n\nThis life is but the passage of a day,\n  This life is but a pang and all is over;\nBut in the life to come which fades not away\n  Every love shall abide and every lover.\n\nHe who wore out pleasure and mastered all lore,\n  Solomon, wrote \"Vanity of vanities:\"\nDown to death, of all that went before\n  In his mighty long life, the record is this.\n\nWith loves by the hundred, wealth beyond measure,\n  Is this he who wrote \"Vanity of vanities\"?\nYea, \"Vanity of vanities\" he saith of pleasure,\n  And of all he learned set his seal to this.\n\nYet we love and faint not, for our love is one,\n  And we hope and flag not, for our hope is sure,\nAlthough there be nothing new beneath the sun\n  And no help for life and for death no cure.\n\nThe road to death is life, the gate of life is death,\n  We who wake shall sleep, we shall wax who wane;\nLet us not vex our souls for stoppage of a breath,\n  The fall of a river that turneth not again.\n\nBe the road short, and be the gate near,--\n  Shall a short road tire, a strait gate appall?\nThe loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear,\n  And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.","themes":["love","nature","hope","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_278","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_280","title":"\"When My Heart Is Vexed, I Will Complain.\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"\"O Lord, how canst Thou say Thou lovest me?\n  Me whom thou settest in a barren land,\n  Hungry and thirsty on the burning sand,\nHungry and thirsty where no waters be\nNor shadows of date-bearing tree:--\nO Lord, how canst Thou say Thou lovest me?\"\n\n\"I came from Edom by as parched a track,\n  As rough a track beneath My bleeding feet.\n  I came from Edom seeking thee, and sweet\nI counted bitterness; I turned not back\nBut counted life as death, and trod\nThe winepress all alone: and I am God.\"\n\n\"Yet, Lord, how canst Thou say Thou lovest me?\n  For Thou art strong to comfort: and could I\n  But comfort one I love, who, like to die,\nLifts feeble hands and eyes that fail to see\nIn one last prayer for comfort--nay,\nI could not stand aside or turn away.\"\n\n\"Alas! thou knowest that for thee I died\n  For thee I thirsted with the dying thirst;\n  I, Blessed, for thy sake was counted cursed,\nIn sight of men and angels crucified:\nAll this and more I bore to prove\nMy love, and wilt thou yet mistrust My love?\"\n\n\"Lord, I am fain to think Thou lovest me,\n  For Thou art all in all and I am Thine;\n  And lo! Thy love is better than new wine,\nAnd I am sick of love in loving Thee.\nBut dost Thou love me? speak and save,\nFor jealousy is cruel as the grave.\"\n\n\"Nay, if thy love is not an empty breath\n  My love is as thine own--deep answers deep.\n  Peace, peace: I give to my beloved sleep,\nNot death but sleep, for love is strong as death:\nTake patience; sweet thy sleep shall be,\nYea, thou shalt wake in Paradise with Me.\"","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_280","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_280","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_281","title":"After Communion","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Why should I call Thee Lord, Who art my God?\n  Why should I call Thee Friend, Who art my Love?\n  Or King, Who art my very Spouse above?\nOr call Thy Sceptre on my heart Thy rod?\n  Lo, now Thy banner over me is love,\nAll heaven flies open to me at Thy nod:\nFor Thou hast lit Thy flame in me a clod,\n  Made me a nest for dwelling of Thy Dove.\n  What wilt Thou call me in our home above,\nWho now hast called me friend? how will it be\n    When Thou for good wine settest forth the best?\nNow Thou dost bid me come and sup with Thee,\n    Now Thou dost make me lean upon Thy breast:\nHow will it be with me in time of love?","themes":["love","time","spirituality","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_281","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_282","title":"A Rose Plant In Jericho","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"At morn I plucked a rose and gave it Thee,\n  A rose of joy and happy love and peace,\n    A rose with scarce a thorn:\n    But in the chillness of a second morn\n  My rose bush drooped, and all its gay increase\nWas but one thorn that wounded me.\n\nI plucked the thorn and offered it to Thee;\n  And for my thorn Thou gavest love and peace,\n    Not joy this mortal morn:\n    If Thou hast given much treasure for a thorn,\n  Wilt thou not give me for my rose increase\nOf gladness, and all sweets to me?\n\nMy thorny rose, my love and pain, to Thee\n  I offer; and I set my heart in peace,\n    And rest upon my thorn:\n    For verily I think to-morrow morn\n  Shall bring me Paradise, my gift's increase,\nYea, give Thy very Self to me.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_282","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_283","title":"Who Shall Deliver Me?","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"God strengthen me to bear myself;\nThat heaviest weight of all to bear,\nInalienable weight of care.\n\nAll others are outside myself;\nI lock my door and bar them out,\nThe turmoil, tedium, gad-about.\n\nI lock my door upon myself,\nAnd bar them out; but who shall wall\nSelf from myself, most loathed of all?\n\nIf I could once lay down myself,\nAnd start self-purged upon the race\nThat all must run! Death runs apace.\n\nIf I could set aside myself,\nAnd start with lightened heart upon\nThe road by all men overgone!\n\nGod harden me against myself,\nThis coward with pathetic voice\nWho craves for ease and rest and joys:\n\nMyself, arch-traitor to myself;\nMy hollowest friend, my deadliest foe,\nMy clog whatever road I go.\n\nYet One there is can curb myself,\nCan roll the strangling load from me.\nBreak off the yoke and set me free.","themes":["love","spirituality","death","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_283","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_283","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"0ae7dbf95afa1e7a2a0cacf04548d6b21ab4227cc60b521d4679a61a2c83dde7","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_287","title":"Despised And Rejected","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"My sun has set, I dwell\nIn darkness as a dead man out of sight;\nAnd none remains, not one, that I should tell\nTo him mine evil plight\nThis bitter night.\nI will make fast my door\nThat hollow friends may trouble me no more.\n\n\"Friend, open to Me.\"--Who is this that calls?\nNay, I am deaf as are my walls:\nCease crying, for I will not hear\nThy cry of hope or fear.\nOthers were dear,\nOthers forsook me: what art thou indeed\nThat I should heed\nThy lamentable need?\nHungry should feed,\nOr stranger lodge thee here?\n\n\"Friend, My Feet bleed.\nOpen thy door to Me and comfort Me.\"\nI will not open, trouble me no more.\nGo on thy way footsore,\nI will not rise and open unto thee.\n\n\"Then is it nothing to thee? Open, see\nWho stands to plead with thee.\nOpen, lest I should pass thee by, and thou\nOne day entreat My Face\nAnd howl for grace,\nAnd I be deaf as thou art now.\nOpen to Me.\"\n\nThen I cried out upon him: Cease,\nLeave me in peace:\nFear not that I should crave\nAught thou mayst have.\nLeave me in peace, yea trouble me no more,\nLest I arise and chase thee from my door.\nWhat, shall I not be let\nAlone, that thou dost vex me yet?\n\nBut all night long that voice spake urgently:\n\"Open to Me.\"\nStill harping in mine ears:\n\"Rise, let Me in.\"\nPleading with tears:\n\"Open to Me that I may come to thee.\"\nWhile the dew dropped, while the dark hours were cold:\n\"My Feet bleed, see My Face,\nSee My Hands bleed that bring thee grace,\nMy Heart doth bleed for thee,\nOpen to Me.\"\n\nSo till the break of day:\nThen died away\nThat voice, in silence as of sorrow;\nThen footsteps echoing like a sigh\nPassed me by,\nLingering footsteps slow to pass.\nOn the morrow\nI saw upon the grass\nEach footprint marked in blood, and on my door\nThe mark of blood forevermore.","themes":["love","hope","grief","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_287","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_289","title":"Long Barren","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Thou who didst hang upon a barren tree,\nMy God, for me;\n  Though I till now be barren, now at length,\n  Lord, give me strength\nTo bring forth fruit to Thee.\n\nThou who didst bear for me the crown of thorn,\nSpitting and scorn;\n  Though I till now have put forth thorns, yet now\n  Strengthen me Thou\nThat better fruit be borne.\n\nThou Rose of Sharon, Cedar of broad roots,\nVine of sweet fruits,\n  Thou Lily of the vale with fadeless leaf,\n  Of thousands Chief,\nFeed Thou my feeble shoots.","themes":["nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_289","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_290","title":"If Only","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"If I might only love my God and die!\nBut now He bids me love Him and live on,\n  Now when the bloom of all my life is gone,\nThe pleasant half of life has quite gone by.\nMy tree of hope is lopped that spread so high,\n  And I forget how summer glowed and shone,\n  While autumn grips me with its fingers wan,\nAnd frets me with its fitful windy sigh.\nWhen autumn passes then must winter numb,\n  And winter may not pass a weary while,\n    But when it passes spring shall flower again:\n  And in that spring who weepeth now shall smile,\n    Yea, they shall wax who now are on the wane,\nYea, they shall sing for love when Christ shall come.","themes":["love","nature","hope","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_290","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_291","title":"Dost Thou Not Care?","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I love and love not: Lord, it breaks my heart\n  To love and not to love.\nThou veiled within Thy glory, gone apart\n  Into Thy shrine, which is above,\nDost Thou not love me, Lord, or care\n  For this mine ill?--\nI love thee here or there,\n  I will accept thy broken heart, lie still.\n\nLord, it was well with me in time gone by\n  That cometh not again,\nWhen I was fresh and cheerful, who but I?\n  I fresh, I cheerful: worn with pain\nNow, out of sight and out of heart;\n  O Lord, how long?--\nI watch thee as thou art,\n  I will accept thy fainting heart, be strong.\n\n\"Lie still,\" \"be strong,\" to-day; but, Lord, to-morrow,\n  What of to-morrow, Lord?\nShall there be rest from toil, be truce from sorrow,\n  Be living green upon the sward\nNow but a barren grave to me,\n  Be joy for sorrow?--\nDid I not die for thee?\n  Do I not live for thee? leave Me to-morrow.","themes":["love","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_291","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_292","title":"Weary In Well-Doing","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I would have gone; God bade me stay:\n  I would have worked; God bade me rest.\nHe broke my will from day to day,\n  He read my yearnings unexpressed,\n    And said them nay.\n\nNow I would stay; God bids me go:\n  Now I would rest; God bids me work.\nHe breaks my heart tossed to and fro,\n  My soul is wrung with doubts that lurk\n    And vex it so.\n\nI go, Lord, where Thou sendest me;\n  Day after day I plod and moil:\nBut, Christ my God, when will it be\n  That I may let alone my toil\n    And rest with Thee?","themes":["love","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_292","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_293","title":"Martyrs' Song","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"We meet in joy, though we part in sorrow;\nWe part to-night, but we meet to-morrow.\nBe it flood or blood the path that's trod,\nAll the same it leads home to God:\nBe it furnace-fire voluminous,\nOne like God's Son will walk with us.\n\nWhat are these that glow from afar,\nThese that lean over the golden bar,\nStrong as the lion, pure as the dove,\nWith open arms and hearts of love?\nThey the blessed ones gone before,\nThey the blessed forevermore.\nOut of great tribulation they went\nHome to their home of Heaven-content;\nThrough flood, or blood, or furnace-fire,\nTo the rest that fulfils desire.\n\nWhat are these that fly as a cloud,\nWith flashing heads and faces bowed,\nIn their mouths a victorious psalm,\nIn their hands a robe and a palm?\nWelcoming angels these that shine,\nYour own angel, and yours, and mine;\nWho have hedged us both day and night\nOn the left hand and on the right,\nWho have watched us both night and day\nBecause the Devil keeps watch to slay.\n\nLight above light, and Bliss beyond bliss,\nWhom words cannot utter, lo, Who is This?\nAs a King with many crowns He stands,\nAnd our names are graven upon His hands;\nAs a Priest, with God-uplifted eyes,\nHe offers for us His Sacrifice;\nAs the Lamb of God for sinners slain,\nThat we too may live He lives again;\nAs our Champion behold Him stand,\nStrong to save us, at God's Right Hand.\n\nGod the Father give us grace\nTo walk in the light of Jesus' Face.\nGod the Son give us a part\nIn the hiding-place of Jesus' Heart:\nGod the Spirit so hold us up\nThat we may drink of Jesus' cup.\n\nDeath is short and life is long;\nSatan is strong, but Christ more strong.\nAt His Word, Who hath led us hither,\nThe Red Sea must part hither and thither.\nAt His Word, Who goes before us too,\nJordan must cleave to let us through.\n\nYet one pang, searching and sore,\nAnd then Heaven forevermore;\nYet one moment awful and dark,\nThen safety within the Veil and the Ark;\nYet one effort by Christ His grace,\nThen Christ forever face to face.\n\nGod the Father we will adore,\nIn Jesus' Name, now and evermore:\nGod the Son we will love and thank\nIn this flood and on the farther bank:\nGod the Holy Ghost we will praise,\nIn Jesus' Name, through endless days:\nGod Almighty, God Three in One,\nGod Almighty, God alone.","themes":["love","grief","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_293","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_296","title":"After This The Judgment","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"As eager home-bound traveller to the goal,\n  Or steadfast seeker on an unsearched main,\nOr martyr panting for an aureole,\n  My fellow-pilgrims pass me, and attain\nThat hidden mansion of perpetual peace,\n  Where keen desire and hope dwell free from pain:\nThat gate stands open of perennial ease;\n  I view the glory till I partly long,\nYet lack the fire of love which quickens these.\n  O, passing Angel, speed me with a song,\nA melody of heaven to reach my heart\n  And rouse me to the race and make me strong;\nTill in such music I take up my part,\n  Swelling those Hallelujahs full of rest,\nOne, tenfold, hundred-fold, with heavenly art,\n  Fulfilling north and south and east and west,\nThousand, ten-thousand-fold, innumerable,\n  All blent in one yet each one manifest;\nEach one distinguished and beloved as well\n  As if no second voice in earth or heaven\nWere lifted up the Love of God to tell.\n  Ah, Love of God, which Thine Own Self hast given\nTo me most poor, and made me rich in love,\n  Love that dost pass the tenfold seven times seven.\nDraw Thou mine eyes, draw Thou my heart above,\n  My treasure and my heart store Thou in Thee,\nBrood over me with yearnings of a dove;\n  Be Husband, Brother, closest Friend to me;\nLove me as very mother loves her son,\n  Her sucking firstborn fondled on her knee:\nYea, more than mother loves her little one;\n  For, earthly, even a mother may forget\nAnd feel no pity for its piteous moan;\n  But Thou, O Love of God, remember yet,\nThrough the dry desert, through the waterflood\n  (Life, death), until the Great White Throne is set.\nIf now I am sick in chewing the bitter cud\n  Of sweet past sin, though solaced by Thy grace,\nAnd ofttimes strengthened by Thy Flesh and Blood,\n  How shall I then stand up before Thy face,\nWhen from Thine eyes repentance shall be hid,\n  And utmost Justice stand in Mercy's place:\nWhen every sin I thought or spoke or did\n  Shall meet me at the inexorable bar,\nAnd there be no man standing in the mid\n  To plead for me; while star fallen after star\nWith heaven and earth are like a ripened shock,\n  And all time's mighty works and wonders are\nConsumed as in a moment; when no rock\n  Remains to fall on me, no tree to hide,\nBut I stand all creation's gazing-stock,\n  Exposed and comfortless on every side,\nPlaced trembling in the final balances\n  Whose poise this hour, this moment, must be tried?--\nAh, Love of God, if greater love than this\n  Hath no man, that a man die for his friend,\nAnd if such love of love Thine Own Love is,\n  Plead with Thyself, with me, before the end;\nRedeem me from the irrevocable past;\n  Pitch Thou Thy Presence round me to defend;\nYea seek with piercèd feet, yea hold me fast\n  With piercèd hands whose wounds were made by love;\nNot what I am, remember what Thou wast\n  When darkness hid from Thee Thy heavens above,\nAnd sin Thy Father's Face, while Thou didst drink\n  The bitter cup of death, didst taste thereof\nFor every man; while Thou wast nigh to sink\n  Beneath the intense intolerable rod,\nGrown sick of love; not what I am, but think\n  Thy Life then ransomed mine, my God, my God.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_296","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_296","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"2475f221010b565e9177e1fde161aa9226083b7c21b1eacbc12255060ee04707","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_299","title":"Good Friday","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Am I a stone and not a sheep\n  That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy Cross,\n  To number drop by drop Thy Blood's slow loss,\nAnd yet not weep?\n\nNot so those women loved\n  Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;\n  Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;\nNot so the thief was moved;\n\nNot so the Sun and Moon\n  Which hid their faces in a starless sky,\n  A horror of great darkness at broad noon,--\nI, only I.\n\nYet give not o'er,\n  But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock;\nGreater than Moses, turn and look once more\n  And smite a rock.","themes":["grief","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_299","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_299","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"b8287494c599a9099909120fdac88162ad5bbd7d3c9f29fc59f74b2065671700","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-id_300","title":"The Lowest Place","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Give me the lowest place: not that I dare\n  Ask for that lowest place, but Thou hast died\nThat I might live and share\n  Thy glory by Thy side.\n\nGive me the lowest place: or if for me\n  That lowest place too high, make one more low\nWhere I may sit and see\n  My God and love Thee so.","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#id_300","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"id_300","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"86a4b13edb6c241da7355421b74f9bba01aeda1943362662ed4578d0f6ee8d9b","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B11","title":"The Key-Note","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Where are the songs I used to know,\n  Where are the notes I used to sing?\n  I have forgotten everything\nI used to know so long ago;\nSummer has followed after Spring;\n  Now Autumn is so shrunk and sere,\nI scarcely think a sadder thing\n  Can be the Winter of my year.\n\nYet Robin sings through Winter's rest,\n  When bushes put their berries on;\n  While they their ruddy jewels don,\nHe sings out of a ruddy breast;\nThe hips and haws and ruddy breast\n  Make one spot warm where snowflakes lie\nThey break and cheer the unlovely rest\n  Of Winter's pause--and why not I?","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B11","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B11","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"eb31fba46495640497a51eb86ddd133c5ac927dc9c51d482ae460ff8330420b9","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-147","title":"Personifications","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Scene:A Cottage with its Grounds.\n\n[A room in a large comfortable cottage; a fire burning on\n      the hearth; a table on which the breakfast things have\n      been left standing. January discovered seated by the\n      fire.]\n\nCold the day and cold the drifted snow,\nDim the day until the cold dark night.                                           [Stirs the fire.\n\nCrackle, sparkle, fagot; embers glow:\nSome one may be plodding through the snow\nLonging for a light,\nFor the light that you and I can show.\nIf no one else should come,\nHere Robin Redbreast's welcome to a crumb,\nAnd never troublesome:\nRobin, why don't you come and fetch your crumb?\n\n  Here's butter for my hunch of bread,\n    And sugar for your crumb;\n  Here's room upon the hearthrug,\n    If you'll only come.\n\n  In your scarlet waistcoat,\n    With your keen bright eye,\n  Where are you loitering?\n    Wings were made to fly!\n\n  Make haste to breakfast,\n    Come and fetch your crumb,\n  For I'm as glad to see you\n    As you are glad to come.\n\n[Two Robin Redbreasts are seen tapping with their beaks at\nthe lattice, which January opens. The birds flutter in,\nhop about the floor, and peck up the crumbs and sugar\nthrown to them. They have scarcely finished their meal,\nwhen a knock is heard at the door. January hangs a\nguard in front of the fire, and opens to February, who\nappears with a bunch of snowdrops in her hand.]\n\nGood-morrow, sister.\n\nBrother, joy to you!\nI've brought some snowdrops; only just a few,\nBut quite enough to prove the world awake,\nCheerful and hopeful in the frosty dew\nAnd for the pale sun's sake.\n\n[She hands a few of her snowdrops to January, who retires\ninto the background. While February stands arranging\nthe remaining snowdrops in a glass of water on the\nwindow-sill, a soft butting and bleating are heard outside.\nShe opens the door, and sees one foremost lamb, with\nother sheep and lambs bleating and crowding towards\nher.]\n\nO you, you little wonder, come--come in,\nYou wonderful, you woolly soft white lamb:\nYou panting mother ewe, come too,\nAnd lead that tottering twin\nSafe in:\nBring all your bleating kith and kin,\nExcept the horny ram.\n\n[February opens a second door in the background, and the\nlittle flock files through into a warm and sheltered compartment\nout of sight.]\n\n  The lambkin tottering in its walk\n    With just a fleece to wear;\n  The snowdrop drooping on its stalk\n      So slender,--\n  Snowdrop and lamb, a pretty pair,\n  Braving the cold for our delight,\n      Both white,\n      Both tender.\n\n[A rattling of doors and windows; branches seen without,\ntossing violently to and fro.]\n\nHow the doors rattle, and the branches sway!\nHere's brother March comes whirling on his way\nWith winds that eddy and sing.\n\n[She turns the handle of the door, which bursts open, and\ndiscloses March hastening up, both hands full of violets\nand anemones.]\n\nCome, show me what you bring;\nFor I have said my say, fulfilled my day,\nAnd must away.\n\n[Stopping short on the threshold.]\n    I blow an arouse\n    Through the world's wide house\n  To quicken the torpid earth:\n    Grappling I fling\n    Each feeble thing,\n  But bring strong life to the birth.\n    I wrestle and frown,\n    And topple down;\n  I wrench, I rend, I uproot;\n    Yet the violet\n    Is born where I set\n  The sole of my flying foot,\n\n[Hands violets and anemones to February, who retires into\nthe background.]\n\n    And in my wake\n    Frail wind-flowers quake,\n  And the catkins promise fruit.\n    I drive ocean ashore\n    With rush and roar,\n  And he cannot say me nay:\n    My harpstrings all\n    Are the forests tall,\n  Making music when I play.\n    And as others perforce,\n    So I on my course\n  Run and needs must run,\n    With sap on the mount\n    And buds past count\n  And rivers and clouds and sun,\n    With seasons and breath\n    And time and death\n  And all that has yet begun.\n\n[Before March has done speaking, a voice is heard approaching\naccompanied by a twittering of birds. April comes\nalong singing, and stands outside and out of sight to finish\nher song.]\n\n[Outside.]\n  Pretty little three\n  Sparrows in a tree,\n    Light upon the wing;\n    Though you cannot sing\n    You can chirp of Spring:\n  Chirp of Spring to me,\n  Sparrows, from your tree.\n\n  Never mind the showers,\n  Chirp about the flowers\n    While you build a nest:\n    Straws from east and west,\n    Feathers from your breast,\n  Make the snuggest bowers\n  In a world of flowers.\n\n  You must dart away\n  From the chosen spray,\n    You intrusive third\n    Extra little bird;\n    Join the unwedded herd!\n  These have done with play,\n  And must work to-day.\n\n[Appearing at the open door.]\n\nGood-morrow and good-bye: if others fly,\nOf all the flying months you're the most flying.\n\nYou're hope and sweetness, April.\n\nBirth means dying,\nAs wings and wind mean flying;\nSo you and I and all things fly or die;\nAnd sometimes I sit sighing to think of dying.\nBut meanwhile I've a rainbow in my showers,\nAnd a lapful of flowers,\nAnd these dear nestlings aged three hours;\nAnd here's their mother sitting,\nTheir father's merely flitting\nTo find their breakfast somewhere in my bowers.\n\n[As she speaks April shows March her apron full of flowers\nand nest full of birds. March wanders away into the\ngrounds. April, without entering the cottage, hangs over\nthe hungry nestlings watching them.]\n\nWhat beaks you have, you funny things,\n    What voices shrill and weak;\n  Who'd think that anything that sings\n    Could sing through such a beak?\n  Yet you'll be nightingales one day,\n    And charm the country-side,\n  When I'm away and far away\n    And May is queen and bride.\n\n[May arrives unperceived by April, and gives her a kiss.\nApril starts and looks round.]\n\nAh May, good-morrow May, and so good-bye.\n\nThat's just your way, sweet April, smile and sigh:\nYour sorrow's half in fun,\nBegun and done\nAnd turned to joy while twenty seconds run.\nI've gathered flowers all as I came along,\nAt every step a flower\nFed by your last bright shower,--\n\n[She divides an armful of all sorts of flowers with April, who\nstrolls away through the garden.]\n\nAnd gathering flowers I listened to the song\nOf every bird in bower.\n    The world and I are far too full of bliss\n    To think or plan or toil or care;\n      The sun is waxing strong,\n      The days are waxing long,\n        And all that is,\n          Is fair.\n\n    Here are my buds of lily and of rose,\n    And here's my namesake-blossom, may;\n      And from a watery spot\n      See here forget-me-not,\n        With all that blows\n          To-day.\n\n    Hark to my linnets from the hedges green,\n    Blackbird and lark and thrush and dove,\n      And every nightingale\n      And cuckoo tells its tale,\n        And all they mean\n          Is love.\n\n[June appears at the further end of the garden, coming slowly\ntowards May, who, seeing her, exclaims]\n\nSurely you're come too early, sister June.\n\nIndeed I feel as if I came too soon\nTo round your young May moon\nAnd set the world a-gasping at my noon.\nYet come I must. So here are strawberries\nSun-flushed and sweet, as many as you please;\nAnd here are full-blown roses by the score,\nMore roses, and yet more.\n\n[May, eating strawberries, withdraws among the flower beds.]\n\nThe sun does all my long day's work for me,\n  Raises and ripens everything;\nI need but sit beneath a leafy tree\n    And watch and sing.\n\n                    [Seats herself in the shadow of a laburnum.\n\nOr if I'm lulled by note of bird and bee,\n  Or lulled by noontide's silence deep,\nI need but nestle down beneath my tree\n    And drop asleep.\n\n[June falls asleep; and is not awakened by the voice of July,\nwho behind the scenes is heard half singing, half calling.]\n\n[Behind the scenes.]\n\nBlue flags, yellow flags, flags all freckled,\nWhich will you take? yellow, blue, speckled!\nTake which you will, speckled, blue, yellow,\nEach in its way has not a fellow.\n\n[Enter July, a basket of many-colored irises slung upon his\nshoulders, a bunch of ripe grass in one hand, and a plate\npiled full of peaches balanced upon the other. He steals\nup to June, and tickles her with the grass. She wakes.]\n\nWhat, here already?\n\nNay, my tryst is kept;\nThe longest day slipped by you while you slept.\nI've brought you one curved pyramid of bloom,\n\n                    [Hands her the plate.\n\nNot flowers, but peaches, gathered where the bees,\nAs downy, bask and boom\nIn sunshine and in gloom of trees.\nBut get you in, a storm is at my heels;\nThe whirlwind whistles and wheels,\nLightning flashes and thunder peals,\nFlying and following hard upon my heels.\n\n[June takes shelter in a thickly-woven arbor.]\n\nThe roar of a storm sweeps up\n    From the east to the lurid west,\n  The darkening sky, like a cup,\n    Is filled with rain to the brink;\n  The sky is purple and fire,\n    Blackness and noise and unrest;\n  The earth, parched with desire,\n      Opens her mouth to drink.\n\n  Send forth thy thunder and fire,\n    Turn over thy brimming cup,\n  O sky, appease the desire\n    Of earth in her parched unrest;\n  Pour out drink to her thirst,\n    Her famishing life lift up;\n  Make thyself fair as at first,\n      With a rainbow for thy crest.\n\n  Have done with thunder and fire,\n    O sky with the rainbow crest;\n  O earth, have done with desire,\n    Drink, and drink deep, and rest.\n\n[Enter August, carrying a sheaf made up of different kinds of\ngrain.]\n\nHail, brother August, flushed and warm\nAnd scatheless from my storm.\nYour hands are full of corn, I see,\nAs full as hands can be:\nAnd earth and air both smell as sweet as balm\nIn their recovered calm,\nAnd that they owe to me.\n\n[July retires into a shrubbery.]\n\nWheat sways heavy, oats are airy,\n    Barley bows a graceful head,\n  Short and small shoots up canary,\n    Each of these is some one's bread;\n  Bread for man or bread for beast,\n      Or at very least\n      A bird's savory feast.\n\n  Men are brethren of each other,\n    One in flesh and one in food;\n  And a sort of foster brother\n    Is the litter, or the brood,\n  Of that folk in fur or feather,\n      Who, with men together,\n      Breast the wind and weather.\n\n[August descries September toiling across the lawn.]\n\nMy harvest home is ended; and I spy\nSeptember drawing nigh\nWith the first thought of Autumn in her eye,\nAnd the first sigh\nOf Autumn wind among her locks that fly.\n\n[September arrives, carrying upon her head a basket heaped\nhigh with fruit]\n\nUnload me, brother. I have brought a few\nPlums and these pears for you,\nA dozen kinds of apples, one or two\nMelons, some figs all bursting through\nTheir skins, and pearled with dew\nThese damsons violet-blue.\n\n[While September is speaking, August lifts the basket to the\nground, selects various fruits, and withdraws slowly along\nthe gravel walk, eating a pear as he goes.]\n\nMy song is half a sigh\n    Because my green leaves die;\nSweet are my fruits, but all my leaves are dying;\n    And well may Autumn sigh,\n      And well may I\n  Who watch the sere leaves flying.\n\n    My leaves that fade and fall,\n    I note you one and all;\nI call you, and the Autumn wind is calling,\n    Lamenting for your fall,\n      And for the pall\n  You spread on earth in falling.\n\nAnd here's a song of flowers to suit such hours:\nA song of the last lilies, the last flowers,\nAmid my withering bowers.\n\n    In the sunny garden bed\n      Lilies look so pale,\n    Lilies droop the head\n      In the shady grassy vale;\n    If all alike they pine\n    In shade and in shine,\n    If everywhere they grieve,\n    Where will lilies live?\n\n[October enters briskly, some leafy twigs bearing different\nsorts of nuts in one hand, and a long ripe hop-bine trailing\nafter him from the other. A dahlia is stuck in his\nbuttonhole.]\n\nNay, cheer up, sister. Life is not quite over,\nEven if the year has done with corn and clover,\nWith flowers and leaves; besides, in fact it's true,\nSome leaves remain and some flowers too.\nFor me and you.\nNow see my crops:\n\n                    [Offering his produce to September.\n\n            I've brought you nuts and hops;\nAnd when the leaf drops, why, the walnut drops.\n\n[October wreaths the hop-bine about September's neck, and\ngives her the nut twigs. They enter the cottage together,\nbut without shutting the door. She steps into the background:\nhe advances to the hearth, removes the guard,\nstirs up the smouldering fire, and arranges several chestnuts\nready to roast.]\n\nCrack your first nut and light your first fire,\n  Roast your first chestnut crisp on the bar;\nMake the logs sparkle, stir the blaze higher;\n  Logs are cheery as sun or as star,\n  Logs we can find wherever we are.\n\nSpring one soft day will open the leaves,\n  Spring one bright day will lure back the flowers;\nNever fancy my whistling wind grieves,\n  Never fancy I've tears in my showers;\n  Dance, nights and days! and dance on, my hours!\n\n                    [Sees November approaching.\n\nHere comes my youngest sister, looking dim\nAnd grim,\nWith dismal ways.\nWhat cheer, November?\n\n[Entering and shutting the door.]\n\nNought have I to bring,\nTramping a-chill and shivering,\nExcept these pine-cones for a blaze,--\nExcept a fog which follows,\nAnd stuffs up all the hollows,--\nExcept a hoar frost here and there,--\nExcept some shooting stars\nWhich dart their luminous cars\nTrackless and noiseless through the keen night air.\n\n[October, shrugging his shoulders, withdraws into the background,\nwhile November throws her pine cones on the\nfire, and sits down listlessly.]\n\nThe earth lies fast asleep, grown tired\n  Of all that's high or deep;\nThere's nought desired and nought required\n    Save a sleep.\n\nI rock the cradle of the earth,\n  I lull her with a sigh;\nAnd know that she will wake to mirth\n    By and by.\n\n[Through the window December is seen running and leaping\nin the direction of the door. He knocks.]\n\n[Calls out without rising.]\n\nAh, here's my youngest brother come at last:\nCome in, December.\n\n[He opens the door and enters, loaded with evergreens in\nberry, etc.]\n\nCome, and shut the door,\nFor now it's snowing fast;\nIt snows, and will snow more and more;\nDon't let it drift in on the floor.\nBut you, you're all aglow; how can you be\nRosy and warm and smiling in the cold?\n\nNay, no closed doors for me,\nBut open doors and open hearts and glee\nTo welcome young and old.\n\n  Dimmest and brightest month am I;\nMy short days end, my lengthening days begin;\nWhat matters more or less sun in the sky,\n    When all is sun within?\n\n                    [He begins making a wreath as he sings.\n\n  Ivy and privet dark as night,\nI weave with hips and haws a cheerful show,\nAnd holly for a beauty and delight,\n    And milky mistletoe.\n\n  While high above them all I set\nYew twigs and Christmas roses pure and pale;\nThen Spring her snowdrop and her violet\n    May keep, so sweet and frail;\n\n  May keep each merry singing bird,\nOf all her happy birds that singing build:\nFor I've a carol which some shepherds heard\n    Once in a wintry field.\n\n[While December concludes his song all the other Months\ntroop in from the garden, or advance out of the background.\nThe Twelve join hands in a circle, and begin\ndancing round to a stately measure as the Curtain falls.]","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B33","title":"Pastime","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"A boat amid the ripples, drifting, rocking,\n  Two idle people, without pause or aim;\nWhile in the ominous west there gathers darkness\n    Flushed with flame.\n\nA haycock in a hayfield backing, lapping,\n  Two drowsy people pillowed round about;\nWhile in the ominous west across the darkness\n    Flame leaps out.\n\nBetter a wrecked life than a life so aimless,\n  Better a wrecked life than a life so soft;\nThe ominous west glooms thundering, with its fire\n    Lit aloft.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B33","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B33","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"bc2c3d455fec2690aaf5768acb8d74a3a4140c7b84044e84290653595822f201","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B34","title":"\"Italia, Io Ti Saluto!\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"To come back from the sweet South, to the North\n  Where I was born, bred, look to die;\nCome back to do my day's work in its day,\n      Play out my play--\n  Amen, amen, say I.\n\nTo see no more the country half my own,\n  Nor hear the half familiar speech,\nAmen, I say; I turn to that bleak North\n      Whence I came forth--\n  The South lies out of reach.\n\nBut when our swallows fly back to the South,\n  To the sweet South, to the sweet South,\nThe tears may come again into my eyes\n      On the old wise,\n  And the sweet name to my mouth.","themes":["grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B34","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B35","title":"Mirrors Of Life And Death","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"The mystery of Life, the mystery\nOf Death, I see\nDarkly as in a glass;\nTheir shadows pass,\nAnd talk with me.\n\nAs the flush of a Morning Sky,\nAs a Morning Sky colorless--\nEach yields its measure of light\nTo a wet world or a dry;\nEach fares through day to night\nWith equal pace,\nAnd then each one\nIs done.\n\nAs the Sun with glory and grace\nIn his face,\nBenignantly hot,\nGraciously radiant and keen,\nReady to rise and to run,--\nNot without spot,\nNot even the Sun.\n\nAs the Moon\nOn the wax, on the wane,\nWith night for her noon;\nVanishing soon,\nTo appear again.\n\nAs Roses that droop\nHalf warm, half chill, in the languid May,\nAnd breathe out a scent\nSweet and faint;\nTill the wind gives one swoop\nTo scatter their beauty away.\n\nAs Lilies a multitude,\nOne dipping, one rising, one sinking,\nOn rippling waters, clear blue\nAnd pure for their drinking;\nOne new dead, and one opened anew,\nAnd all good.\n\nAs a cankered pale Flower,\nWith death for a dower,\nEach hour of its life half dead;\nWith death for a crown\nWeighing down\nIts head.\n\nAs an Eagle, half strength and half grace,\nMost potent to face\nUnwinking the splendor of light;\nHarrying the East and the West,\nSoaring aloft from our sight;\nYet one day or one night dropped to rest,\nOn the low common earth\nOf his birth.\n\nAs a Dove,\nNot alone,\nIn a world of her own\nFull of fluttering soft noises\nAnd tender sweet voices\nOf love.\n\nAs a Mouse\nKeeping house\nIn the fork of a tree,\nWith nuts in a crevice,\nAnd an acorn or two;\nWhat cares he\nFor blossoming boughs,\nOr the song-singing bevies\nOf birds in their glee,\nScarlet, or golden, or blue?\n\nAs a Mole grubbing underground;\nWhen it comes to the light\nIt grubs its way back again,\nFeeling no bias of fur\nTo hamper it in its stir,\nScant of pleasure and pain,\nSinking itself out of sight\nWithout sound.\n\nAs Waters that drop and drop,\nWeariness without end,\nThat drop and never stop,\nWear that nothing can mend,\nTill one day they drop--\nStop--\nAnd there's an end,\nAnd matters mend.\n\nAs Trees, beneath whose skin\nWe mark not the sap begin\nTo swell and rise,\nTill the whole bursts out in green:\nWe mark the falling leaves\nWhen the wide world grieves\nAnd sighs.\n\nAs a Forest on fire,\nWhere maddened creatures desire\nWet mud or wings\nBeyond all those things\nWhich could assuage desire\nOn this side the flaming fire.\n\nAs Wind with a sob and sigh\nTo which there comes no reply\nBut a rustle and shiver\nFrom rushes of the river;\nAs Wind with a desolate moan,\nMoaning on alone.\n\nAs a Desert all sand,\nBlank, neither water nor land\nFor solace, or dwelling, or culture,\nWhere the storms and the wild creatures howl;\nGiven over to lion and vulture,\nTo ostrich, and jackal, and owl:\nYet somewhere an oasis lies;\nThere waters arise\nTo nourish one seedling of balm,\nPerhaps, or one palm.\n\nAs the Sea,\nMurmuring, shifting, swaying;\nOne time sunnily playing,\nOne time wrecking and slaying;\nIn whichever mood it be,\nWorst or best,\nNever at rest.\n\nAs still Waters and deep,\nAs shallow Waters that brawl,\nAs rapid Waters that leap\nTo their fall.\n\nAs Music, as Color, as Shape,\nKeys of rapture and pain\nTurning in vain\nIn a lock which turns not again,\nWhile breaths and moments escape.\n\nAs Spring, all bloom and desire;\nAs Summer, all gift and fire;\nAs Autumn, a dying glow;\nAs Winter, with nought to show:\n\nWinter which lays its dead all out of sight,\nAll clothed in white,\nAll waiting for the long-awaited light.","themes":["love","nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B35","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B42","title":"A Ballad Of Boding","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"There are sleeping dreams and waking dreams;\nWhat seems is not always as it seems.\n\nI looked out of my window in the sweet new morning,\nAnd there I saw three barges of manifold adorning\nWent sailing toward the East:\nThe first had sails like fire,\nThe next like glittering wire,\nBut sackcloth were the sails of the least;\nAnd all the crews made music, and two had spread a feast.\n\nThe first choir breathed in flutes,\nAnd fingered soft guitars;\nThe second won from lutes\nHarmonious chords and jars,\nWith drums for stormy bars:\nBut the third was all of harpers and scarlet trumpeters;\nNotes of triumph, then\nAn alarm again,\nAs for onset, as for victory, rallies, stirs,\nPeace at last and glory to the vanquishers.\n\nThe first barge showed for figurehead a Love with wings;\nThe second showed for figurehead a Worm with stings;\nThe third, a Lily tangled to a Rose which clings.\nThe first bore for freight gold and spice and down;\nThe second bore a sword, a sceptre, and a crown;\nThe third, a heap of earth gone to dust and brown.\nWinged Love meseemed like Folly in the face;\nStinged Worm meseemed loathly in his place;\nLily and Rose were flowers of grace.\n\nMerry went the revel of the fire-sailed crew,\nSinging, feasting, dancing to and fro:\nPleasures ever changing, ever graceful, ever new;\nSighs, but scarce of woe;\nAll the sighing\nWooed such sweet replying;\nAll the sighing, sweet and low,\nUsed to come and go\nFor more pleasure, merely so.\nYet at intervals some one grew tired\nOf everything desired,\nAnd sank, I knew not whither, in sorry plight,\nOut of sight.\n\nThe second crew seemed ever\nWider-visioned, graver,\nMore distinct of purpose, more sustained of will;\nWith heads erect and proud,\nAnd voices sometimes loud;\nWith endless tacking, counter-tacking,\nAll things grasping, all things lacking,\nIt would seem;\nEver shifting helm, or sail, or shroud,\nDrifting on as in a dream.\nHoarding to their utmost bent,\nFeasting to their fill,\nYet gnawed by discontent,\nEnvy, hatred, malice, on their road they went.\nTheir freight was not a treasure,\nTheir music not a pleasure;\nThe sword flashed, cleaving through their bands,\nSceptre and crown changed hands.\n\nThe third crew as they went\nSeemed mostly different;\nThey toiled in rowing, for to them the wind was contrary,\nAs all the world might see.\nThey labored at the oar,\nWhile on their heads they bore\nThe fiery stress of sunshine more and more.\nThey labored at the oar hand-sore,\nTill rain went splashing,\nAnd spray went dashing,\nDown on them, and up on them, more and more.\nTheir sails were patched and rent,\nTheir masts were bent,\nIn peril of their lives they worked and went.\nFor them no feast was spread,\nNo soft luxurious bed\nScented and white,\nNo crown or sceptre hung in sight;\nIn weariness and painfulness,\nIn thirst and sore distress,\nThey rowed and steered from left to right\nWith all their might.\nTheir trumpeters and harpers round about\nIncessantly played out,\nAnd sometimes they made answer with a shout;\nBut oftener they groaned or wept,\nAnd seldom paused to eat, and seldom slept.\nI wept for pity watching them, but more\nI wept heart-sore\nOnce and again to see\nSome weary man plunge overboard, and swim\nTo Love or Worm ship floating buoyantly:\nAnd there all welcomed him.\n\nThe ships steered each apart and seemed to scorn each other,\nYet all the crews were interchangeable;\nNow one man, now another,\n--Like bloodless spectres some, some flushed by health,--\nChanged openly, or changed by stealth,\nScaling a slippery side, and scaled it well.\nThe most left Love ship, hauling wealth\nUp Worm ship's side;\nWhile some few hollow-eyed\nLeft either for the sack-sailed boat;\nBut this, though not remote,\nWas worst to mount, and whoso left it once\nScarce ever came again,\nBut seemed to loathe his erst companions,\nAnd wish and work them bane.\n\nThen I knew (I know not how) there lurked quicksands full of dread,\nRocks and reefs and whirlpools in the water-bed,\nWhence a waterspout\nInstantaneously leaped out,\nRoaring as it reared its head.\n\nSoon I spied a something dim,\nMany-handed, grim,\nThat went flitting to and fro the first and second ship;\nIt puffed their sails full out\nWith puffs of smoky breath\nFrom a smouldering lip,\nAnd cleared the waterspout\nWhich reeled roaring round about\nThreatening death.\nWith a horny hand it steered,\nAnd a horn appeared\nOn its sneering head upreared\nHaughty and high\nAgainst the blackening lowering sky.\nWith a hoof it swayed the waves;\nThey opened here and there,\nTill I spied deep ocean graves\nFull of skeletons\nThat were men and women once\nFoul or fair;\nFull of things that creep\nAnd fester in the deep\nAnd never breathe the clean life-nurturing air.\n\nThe third bark held aloof\nFrom the Monster with the hoof,\nDespite his urgent beck,\nAnd fraught with guile\nAbominable his smile;\nTill I saw him take a flying leap on to that deck.\nThen full of awe,\nWith these same eyes I saw\nHis head incredible retract its horn\nRounding like babe's new born,\nWhile silvery phosphorescence played\nAbout his dis-horned head.\nThe sneer smoothed from his lip,\nHe beamed blandly on the ship;\nAll winds sank to a moan,\nAll waves to a monotone\n(For all these seemed his realm),\nWhile he laid a strong caressing hand upon the helm.\n\nThen a cry well nigh of despair\nShrieked to heaven, a clamor of desperate prayer.\nThe harpers harped no more,\nWhile the trumpeters sounded sore\nAn alarm to wake the dead from their bed:\nTo the rescue, to the rescue, now or never,\nTo the rescue, O ye living, O ye dead,\nOr no more help or hope for ever!--\nThe planks strained as though they must part asunder,\nThe masts bent as though they must dip under,\nAnd the winds and the waves at length\nGirt up their strength,\nAnd the depths were laid bare,\nAnd heaven flashed fire and volleyed thunder\nThrough the rain-choked air,\nAnd sea and sky seemed to kiss\nIn the horror and the hiss\nOf the whole world shuddering everywhere.\n\nLo! a Flyer swooping down\nWith wings to span the globe,\nAnd splendor for his robe\nAnd splendor for his crown.\nHe lighted on the helm with a foot of fire,\nAnd spun the Monster overboard:\nAnd that monstrous thing abhorred,\nGnashing with balked desire,\nWriggled like a worm infirm\nUp the Worm\nOf the loathly figurehead.\nThere he crouched and gnashed;\nAnd his head re-horned, and gashed\nFrom the other's grapple, dripped bloody red.\n\nI saw that thing accurst\nWreak his worst\nOn the first and second crew:\nSome with baited hook\nHe angled for and took,\nSome dragged overboard in a net he threw,\nSome he did to death\nWith hoof or horn or blasting breath.\n\nI heard a voice of wailing\nWhere the ships went sailing,\nA sorrowful voice prevailing\nAbove the sound of the sea,\nAbove the singers' voices,\nAnd musical merry noises;\nAll songs had turned to sighing,\nThe light was failing,\nThe day was dying--\nAh me,\nThat such a sorrow should be!\n\nThere was sorrow on the sea and sorrow on the land\nWhen Love ship went down by the bottomless quicksand\nTo its grave in the bitter wave.\nThere was sorrow on the sea and sorrow on the land\nWhen Worm ship went to pieces on the rock-bound strand,\nAnd the bitter wave was its grave.\nBut land and sea waxed hoary\nIn whiteness of a glory\nNever told in story\nNor seen by mortal eye,\nWhen the third ship crossed the bar\nWhere whirls and breakers are,\nAnd steered into the splendors of the sky;\nThat third bark and that least\nWhich had never seemed to feast,\nYet kept high festival above sun and moon and 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B52","title":"Yet A Little While","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I dreamed and did not seek: to-day I seek\n    Who can no longer dream;\nBut now am all behindhand, waxen weak,\n  And dazed amid so many things that gleam\n    Yet are not what they seem.\n\nI dreamed and did not work: to-day I work\n    Kept wide awake by care\nAnd loss, and perils dimly guessed to lurk;\n  I work and reap not, while my life goes bare\n    And void in wintry air.\n\nI hope indeed; but hope itself is fear\n    Viewed on the sunny side;\nI hope, and disregard the world that's here,\n  The prizes drawn, the sweet things that betide;\n    I hope, and I abide.","themes":["hope","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B52","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B53","title":"He And She","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"\"Should one of us remember,\n  And one of us forget,\nI wish I knew what each will do--\n  But who can tell as yet?\"\n\n\"Should one of us remember,\n  And one of us forget,\nI promise you what I will do--\nAnd I'm content to wait for you,\n  And not be sure as yet.\"","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B53","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B53","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"86ef67fd1d476fb23b2dff229f62c3554611260f841f7131be0a1f9994018924","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B54","title":"Monna Innominata","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"A SONNET OF SONNETS.\n\nBeatrice, immortalized by \"altissimo poeta ... cotanto\namante;\" Laura, celebrated by a great though an inferior bard,--have\nalike paid the exceptional penalty of exceptional honor,\nand have come down to us resplendent with charms, but (at\nleast, to my apprehension) scant of attractiveness.\n\nThese heroines of world-wide fame were preceded by a bevy\nof unnamed ladies \"donne innominate\" sung by a school of\nless conspicuous poets; and in that land and that period which\ngave simultaneous birth to Catholics, to Albigenses, and to\nTroubadours, one can imagine many a lady as sharing her\nlover's poetic aptitude, while the barrier between them might\nbe one held sacred by both, yet not such as to render mutual\nlove incompatible with mutual honor.\n\nHad such a lady spoken for herself, the portrait left us might\nhave appeared more tender, if less dignified, than any drawn\neven by a devoted friend. Or had the Great Poetess of our\nown day and nation only been unhappy instead of happy, her\ncircumstances would have invited her to bequeath to us, in\nlieu of the \"Portuguese Sonnets,\" an inimitable \"donna innominata\"\ndrawn not from fancy but from feeling, and worthy\nto occupy a niche beside Beatrice and Laura.\n\n1.\n\n\"Lo di che han detto a' dolci amici addio.\"--Dante.\"Amor, con quanto sforzo oggi mi vinci!\"--Petrarca.\n\nCome back to me, who wait and watch for you:--\n  Or come not yet, for it is over then,\n  And long it is before you come again,\nSo far between my pleasures are and few.\nWhile, when you come not, what I do I do\n  Thinking \"Now when he comes,\" my sweetest \"when:\"\n  For one man is my world of all the men\nThis wide world holds; O love, my world is you.\nHowbeit, to meet you grows almost a pang\n  Because the pang of parting comes so soon;\n  My hope hangs waning, waxing, like a moon\n    Between the heavenly days on which we meet:\nAh me, but where are now the songs I sang\n    When life was sweet because you called them sweet?\n\n2.\n\n\"Era già l'ora che volge il desio.\"--Dante.\"Ricorro al tempo ch' io vi vidi prima.\"--Petrarca.\n\nI wish I could remember that first day,\n  First hour, first moment of your meeting me,\n  If bright or dim the season, it might be\nSummer or Winter for aught I can say;\nSo unrecorded did it slip away,\n  So blind was I to see and to foresee,\n  So dull to mark the budding of my tree\nThat would not blossom yet for many a May.\nIf only I could recollect it, such\n  A day of days! I let it come and go\n  As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;\nIt seemed to mean so little, meant so much;\nIf only now I could recall that touch,\n  First touch of hand in hand--Did one but know!\n\n3.\n\n\"O ombre vane, fuor che ne l'aspetto!\"--Dante.\"Immaginata guida la conduce.\"--Petrarca.\n\nI dream of you to wake: would that I might\n  Dream of you and not wake but slumber on;\n  Nor find with dreams the dear companion gone,\nAs Summer ended Summer birds take flight.\nIn happy dreams I hold you full in sight,\n  I blush again who waking look so wan;\n  Brighter than sunniest day that ever shone,\nIn happy dreams your smile makes day of night.\nThus only in a dream we are at one,\n  Thus only in a dream we give and take\n    The faith that maketh rich who take or give;\n  If thus to sleep is sweeter than to wake,\n    To die were surely sweeter than to live,\nThough there be nothing new beneath the sun.\n\n4.\n\n\"Poca favilla gran fiamma seconda.\"--Dante.\n\"Ogni altra cosa, ogni pensier va fore,E sol ivi con voi rimansi amore.\"--Petrarca.\n\nI loved you first: but afterwards your love\n  Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song\nAs drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.\n  Which owes the other most? my love was long,\n  And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;\nI loved and guessed at you, you construed me\nAnd loved me for what might or might not be--\n  Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.\nFor verily love knows not \"mine\" or \"thine;\"\n  With separate \"I\" and \"thou\" free love has done,\n    For one is both and both are one in love:\nRich love knows nought of \"thine that is not mine;\"\n    Both have the strength and both the length thereof,\n  Both of us of the love which makes us one.\n\n5.\n\n\"Amor che a nulla amato amar perdona.\"--Dante.\"Amor m'addusse in si gioiosa spene.\"--Petrarca.\n\nO my heart's heart, and you who are to me\n  More than myself myself, God be with you,\n  Keep you in strong obedience leal and true\nTo Him whose noble service setteth free,\nGive you all good we see or can foresee,\n  Make your joys many and your sorrows few,\n  Bless you in what you bear and what you do,\nYea, perfect you as He would have you be.\nSo much for you; but what for me, dear friend?\n  To love you without stint and all I can\nTo-day, to-morrow, world without an end;\n    To love you much and yet to love you more,\n    As Jordan at his flood sweeps either shore;\n  Since woman is the helpmeet made for man.\n\n6.\n\n\"Or puoi la quantitate\nComprender de l'amor che a te mi scalda.\"--Dante.\"Non vo' che da tal nodo amor mi scioglia.\"--Petrarca.\n\nTrust me, I have not earned your dear rebuke,\n  I love, as you would have me, God the most;\n  Would lose not Him, but you, must one be lost,\nNor with Lot's wife cast back a faithless look\nUnready to forego what I forsook;\n  This say I, having counted up the cost,\n  This, though I be the feeblest of God's host,\nThe sorriest sheep Christ shepherds with His crook,\nYet while I love my God the most, I deem\n  That I can never love you overmuch;\n    I love Him more, so let me love you too;\n  Yea, as I apprehend it, love is such\nI cannot love you if I love not Him,\n    I cannot love Him if I love not you.\n\n7.\n\n\"Qui primavera sempre ed ogni frutto.\"--Dante.\"Ragionando con meco ed io con lui.\"--Petrarca.\n\n\"Love me, for I love you\"--and answer me,\n  \"Love me, for I love you\"--so shall we stand\n  As happy equals in the flowering land\nOf love, that knows not a dividing sea.\nLove builds the house on rock and not on sand,\n  Love laughs what while the winds rave desperately;\nAnd who hath found love's citadel unmanned?\n  And who hath held in bonds love's liberty?\nMy heart's a coward though my words are brave--\n  We meet so seldom, yet we surely part\n  So often; there's a problem for your art!\n    Still I find comfort in his Book, who saith,\nThough jealousy be cruel as the grave,\n    And death be strong, yet love is strong as death.\n\n8.\n\n\"Come dicesse a Dio: D'altro non calme.\"--Dante.\"Spero trovar pietà non che perdono.\"--Petrarca.\n\n\"I, if I perish, perish\"--Esther spake:\n  And bride of life or death she made her fair\n  In all the lustre of her perfumed hair\nAnd smiles that kindle longing but to slake.\nShe put on pomp of loveliness, to take\n  Her husband through his eyes at unaware;\n  She spread abroad her beauty for a snare,\nHarmless as doves and subtle as a snake.\nShe trapped him with one mesh of silken hair,\n  She vanquished him by wisdom of her wit,\n    And built her people's house that it should stand:--\n    If I might take my life so in my hand,\nAnd for my love to Love put up my prayer,\n  And for love's sake by Love be granted it!\n\n9.\n\n\"O dignitosa coscienza e netta!\"--Dante.\"Spirto più acceso di virtuti ardenti.\"--Petrarca.\n\nThinking of you, and all that was, and all\n  That might have been and now can never be,\n  I feel your honored excellence, and see\nMyself unworthy of the happier call:\nFor woe is me who walk so apt to fall,\n  So apt to shrink afraid, so apt to flee,\n  Apt to lie down and die (ah, woe is me!)\nFaithless and hopeless turning to the wall.\nAnd yet not hopeless quite nor faithless quite,\nBecause not loveless; love may toil all night,\n  But take at morning; wrestle till the break\n    Of day, but then wield power with God and man:--\n    So take I heart of grace as best I can,\n  Ready to spend and be spent for your sake.\n\n10.\n\n\"Con miglior corso e con migliore stella.\"--Dante.\"La vita fugge e non s'arresta un' ora.\"--Petrarca.\n\nTime flies, hope flags, life plies a wearied wing;\n  Death following hard on life gains ground apace;\n  Faith runs with each and rears an eager face,\nOutruns the rest, makes light of everything,\nSpurns earth, and still finds breath to pray and sing;\n  While love ahead of all uplifts his praise,\n  Still asks for grace and still gives thanks for grace,\nContent with all day brings and night will bring.\nLife wanes; and when love folds his wings above\n  Tired hope, and less we feel his conscious pulse,\n    Let us go fall asleep, dear friend, in peace:\n    A little while, and age and sorrow cease;\n  A little while, and life reborn annuls\nLoss and decay and death, and all is love.\n\n11.\n\n\"Vien dietro a me e lascia dir le genti.\"--Dante.\"Contando i casi della vita nostra.\"--Petrarca.\n\nMany in aftertimes will say of you\n\"He loved her\"--while of me what will they say?\n  Not that I loved you more than just in play,\nFor fashion's sake as idle women do.\nEven let them prate; who know not what we knew\n  Of love and parting in exceeding pain,\n  Of parting hopeless here to meet again,\nHopeless on earth, and heaven is out of view.\nBut by my heart of love laid bare to you,\n  My love that you can make not void nor vain,\nLove that foregoes you but to claim anew\n    Beyond this passage of the gate of death,\n  I charge you at the Judgment make it plain\n    My love of you was life and not a breath.\n\n12.\n\n\"Amor, che ne la mente mi ragiona.\"--Dante.\"Amor vien nel bel viso di costei.\"--Petrarca.\n\nIf there be any one can take my place\n  And make you happy whom I grieve to grieve,\n  Think not that I can grudge it, but believe\nI do commend you to that nobler grace,\nThat readier wit than mine, that sweeter face;\n  Yea, since your riches make me rich, conceive\n  I too am crowned, while bridal crowns I weave,\nAnd thread the bridal dance with jocund pace.\nFor if I did not love you, it might be\n  That I should grudge you some one dear delight;\n    But since the heart is yours that was mine own,\n  Your pleasure is my pleasure, right my right,\nYour honorable freedom makes me free,\n    And you companioned I am not alone.\n\n13.\n\n\"E drizzeremo gli occhi al Primo Amore.\"--Dante.\"Ma trovo peso non da le mie braccia.\"--Petrarca.\n\nIf I could trust mine own self with your fate,\n  Shall I not rather trust it in God's hand?\n  Without Whose Will one lily doth not stand,\nNor sparrow fall at his appointed date;\n  Who numbereth the innumerable sand,\nWho weighs the wind and water with a weight,\nTo Whom the world is neither small nor great,\n  Whose knowledge foreknew every plan we planned.\nSearching my heart for all that touches you,\n  I find there only love and love's goodwill\nHelpless to help and impotent to do,\n    Of understanding dull, of sight most dim;\n    And therefore I commend you back to Him\n  Whose love your love's capacity can fill.\n\n14.\n\n\"E la Sua Volontade è nostra pace.\"--Dante.\"Sol con questi pensier, con altre chiome.\"--Petrarca.\n\nYouth gone, and beauty gone if ever there\n  Dwelt beauty in so poor a face as this;\n  Youth gone and beauty, what remains of bliss?\nI will not bind fresh roses in my hair,\nTo shame a cheek at best but little fair,--\n  Leave youth his roses, who can bear a thorn,--\nI will not seek for blossoms anywhere,\n  Except such common flowers as blow with corn.\nYouth gone and beauty gone, what doth remain?\n  The longing of a heart pent up forlorn,\n    A silent heart whose silence loves and longs;\n    The silence of a heart which sang its songs\n  While youth and beauty made a summer morn,\nSilence of love that cannot sing again.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B54","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B69","title":"\"Luscious And Sorrowful.\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Beautiful, tender, wasting away for sorrow;\nThus to-day; and how shall it be with thee to-morrow?\n    Beautiful, tender--what else?\n        A hope tells.\n\nBeautiful, tender, keeping the jubilee\nIn the land of home together, past death and sea;\n    No more change or death, no more\n        Salt sea-shore.","themes":["hope","grief","death","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B69","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B69","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B70","title":"De Profundis","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Oh why is heaven built so far,\n  Oh why is earth set so remote?\nI cannot reach the nearest star\n    That hangs afloat.\n\nI would not care to reach the moon,\n  One round monotonous of change;\nYet even she repeats her tune\n    Beyond my range.\n\nI never watch the scattered fire\n  Of stars, or sun's far-trailing train,\nBut all my heart is one desire,\n    And all in vain:\n\nFor I am bound with fleshly bands,\n  Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope;\nI strain my heart, I stretch my hands,\n    And catch at hope.","themes":["love","hope","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B70","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B70","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"62a9093c22e92b25208e891e979cf007cca9b4754338b6fc6c79ff9af61be423","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B71","title":"Tempus Fugit","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Lovely Spring,\nA brief sweet thing,\nIs swift on the wing;\nGracious Summer,\nA slow sweet comer,\nHastens past;\nAutumn while sweet\nIs all incomplete\nWith a moaning blast,--\nNothing can last,\nCan be cleaved unto,\nCan be dwelt upon;\nIt is hurried through,\nIt is come and gone,\nUndone it cannot be done,\nIt is ever to do,\nEver old, ever new,\nEver waxing old\nAnd lapsing to Winter cold.","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B71","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B71","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"3164d3864ef86ec218d7e49af64032930f0f61b70cc0d3113bb9dd2d10391516","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B72","title":"Golden Glories","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"The buttercup is like a golden cup,\n  The marigold is like a golden frill,\nThe daisy with a golden eye looks up,\n  And golden spreads the flag beside the rill,\n  And gay and golden nods the daffodil,\nThe gorsey common swells a golden sea,\n  The cowslip hangs a head of golden tips,\nAnd golden drips the honey which the bee\n  Sucks from sweet hearts of flowers and stores and sips.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B72","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B72","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"4f4f75c6046d689110379f863cfe9cdd26f52dcc2e73c3326e347b9333b66cb3","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B73","title":"Johnny","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"FOUNDED ON AN ANECDOTE OF THE FIRST FRENCH\nREVOLUTION.\n\nJohnny had a golden head\n  Like a golden mop in blow,\nRight and left his curls would spread\n  In a glory and a glow,\nAnd they framed his honest face\nLike stray sunbeams out of place.\n\nLong and thick, they half could hide\n  How threadbare his patched jacket hung;\nThey used to be his Mother's pride;\n  She praised them with a tender tongue,\nAnd stroked them with a loving finger\nThat smoothed and stroked and loved to linger.\n\nOn a doorstep Johnny sat,\n  Up and down the street looked he;\nJohnny did not own a hat,\n  Hot or cold tho' days might be;\nJohnny did not own a boot\nTo cover up his muddy foot.\n\nJohnny's face was pale and thin,\n  Pale with hunger and with crying;\nFor his Mother lay within,\n  Talked and tossed and seemed a-dying,\nWhile Johnny racked his brains to think\nHow to get her help and drink,\n\nGet her physic, get her tea,\n  Get her bread and something nice;\nNot a penny piece had he,\n  And scarce a shilling might suffice;\nNo wonder that his soul was sad,\nWhen not one penny piece he had.\n\nAs he sat there thinking, moping,\n  Because his Mother's wants were many,\nWishing much but scarcely hoping\n  To earn a shilling or a penny,\nA friendly neighbor passed him by\nAnd questioned him: Why did he cry?\n\nAlas! his trouble soon was told:\n  He did not cry for cold or hunger,\nThough he was hungry both and cold;\n  He only felt more weak and younger,\nBecause he wished so to be old\nAnd apt at earning pence or gold.\n\nKindly that neighbor was, but poor,\n  Scant coin had he to give or lend;\nAnd well he guessed there needed more\n  Than pence or shillings to befriend\nThe helpless woman in her strait,\nSo much loved, yet so desolate.\n\nOne way he saw, and only one:\n  He would--he could not--give the advice,\nAnd yet he must: the widow's son\n  Had curls of gold would fetch their price;\nLong curls which might be clipped, and sold\nFor silver, or perhaps for gold.\n\nOur Johnny, when he understood\n  Which shop it was that purchased hair,\nRan off as briskly as he could,\n  And in a trice stood cropped and bare,\nToo short of hair to fill a locket,\nBut jingling money in his pocket.\n\nPrecious money--tea and bread,\n  Physic, ease, for Mother dear,\nBetter than a golden head:\n  Yet our hero dropped one tear\nWhen he spied himself close shorn,\nBarer much than lamb new born.\n\nHis Mother throve upon the money,\n  Ate and revived and kissed her son:\nBut oh! when she perceived her Johnny,\n  And understood what he had done\nAll and only for her sake,\nShe sobbed as if her heart must break.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B73","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B77","title":"\"Hollow-Sounding And Mysterious.\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"There's no replying\nTo the Wind's sighing,\nTelling, foretelling,\nDying, undying,\nDwindling and swelling,\nComplaining, droning,\nWhistling and moaning,\nEver beginning,\nEnding, repeating,\nHinting and dinning,\nLagging and fleeting--\nWe've no replying\nLiving or dying\nTo the Wind's sighing.\n\nWhat are you telling,\nVariable Wind-tone?\nWhat would be teaching,\nO sinking, swelling,\nDesolate Wind-moan?\nEver for ever\nTeaching and preaching,\nNever, ah never\nMaking us wiser--\nThe earliest riser\nCatches no meaning,\nThe last who hearkens\nGarners no gleaning\nOf wisdom's treasure,\nWhile the world darkens:--\nLiving or dying,\nIn pain, in pleasure,\nWe've no replying\nTo wordless flying\nWind's sighing.","themes":["death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B77","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B79","title":"Maiden May","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Maiden May sat in her bower,\nIn her blush rose bower in flower,\n      Sweet of scent;\nSat and dreamed away an hour,\n  Half content, half uncontent.\n\n\"Why should rose blossoms be born,\nTender blossoms, on a thorn\n      Though so sweet?\nNever a thorn besets the corn\n  Scentless in its strength complete.\n\n\"Why are roses all so frail,\nAt the mercy of the gale,\n      Of a breath?\nYet so sweet and perfect pale,\n  Still so sweet in life and death.\"\n\nMaiden May sat in her bower,\nIn her blush rose bower in flower,\n      Where a linnet\nMade one bristling branch the tower\n  For her nest and young ones in it.\n\n\"Gay and clear the linnet trills;\nYet the skylark only, thrills\n      Heaven and earth\nWhen he breasts the height, and fills\n  Height and depth with song and mirth.\n\n\"Nightingales which yield to night\nSolitary strange delight,\n      Reign alone:\nBut the lark for all his height\n  Fills no solitary throne;\n\n\"While he sings, a hundred sing;\nWing their flight below his wing\n      Yet in flight;\nEach a lovely joyful thing\n  To the measure of its delight.\n\n\"Why then should a lark be reckoned\nOne alone, without a second\n      Near his throne?\nHe in skyward flight unslackened,\n  In his music, not alone.\"\n\nMaiden May sat in her bower;\nHer own face was like a flower\n      Of the prime,\nHalf in sunshine, half in shower,\n  In the year's most tender time.\n\nHer own thoughts in silent song\nMusically flowed along,\n      Wise, unwise,\nWistful, wondering, weak or strong:\n  As brook shallows sink or rise.\n\nOther thoughts another day,\nMaiden May, will surge and sway\n      Round your heart;\nWake, and plead, and turn at bay,\n  Wisdom part, and folly part.\n\nTime not far remote will borrow\nOther joys, another sorrow,\n      All for you;\nNot to-day, and yet to-morrow\n  Reasoning false and reasoning true.\n\nWherefore greatest? Wherefore least?\nHearts that starve and hearts that feast?\n      You and I?\nStammering Oracles have ceased,\n  And the whole earth stands at \"why?\"\n\nUnderneath all things that be\nLies an unsolved mystery;\n      Over all\nSpreads a veil impenetrably,\n  Spreads a dense unlifted pall.\n\nMystery of mysteries:\nThis creation hears and sees\n      High and low--\nVanity of vanities:\n  This we test and this we know.\n\nMaiden May, the days of flowering\nNurse you now in sweet embowering,\n      Sunny days;\nBright with rainbows all the showering,\n  Bright with blossoms all the ways.\n\nClose the inlet of your bower,\nClose it close with thorn and flower,\n      Maiden May;\nLengthen out the shortening hour,--\n  Morrows are not as to-day.\n\nStay to-day which wanes too soon,\nStay the sun and stay the moon,\n      Stay your youth;\nBask you in the actual noon,\n  Rest you in the present truth.\n\nLet to-day suffice to-day:\nFor itself to-morrow may\n      Fetch its loss;\nAim and stumble, say its say,\n  Watch and pray and bear its cross.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B79","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B84","title":"Till To-Morrow","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Long have I longed, till I am tired\n    Of longing and desire;\nFarewell my points in vain desired,\n        My dying fire;\nFarewell all things that die and fail and tire.\n\nSpringtide and youth and useless pleasure\n    And all my useless scheming,\nMy hopes of unattainable treasure,\n        Dreams not worth dreaming,\nGlow-worms that gleam but yield no warmth in gleaming,\n\nFarewell all shows that fade in showing:\n    My wish and joy stand over\nUntil to-morrow; Heaven is glowing\n        Through cloudy cover,\nBeyond all clouds loves me my Heavenly Lover.","themes":["love","hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B84","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B85","title":"Death-Watches","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"The Spring spreads one green lap of flowers\n  Which Autumn buries at the fall,\nNo chilling showers of Autumn hours\n  Can stay them or recall;\nWinds sing a dirge, while earth lays out of sight\nHer garment of delight.\n\nThe cloven East brings forth the sun,\n  The cloven West doth bury him\nWhat time his gorgeous race is run\n  And all the world grows dim;\nA funeral moon is lit in heaven's hollow,\nAnd pale the star-lights follow.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B85","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B85","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B86","title":"Touching \"Never.\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Because you never yet have loved me, dear,\n  Think you you never can nor ever will?\n  Surely while life remains hope lingers still,\nHope the last blossom of life's dying year.\nBecause the season and mine age grow sere,\n  Shall never Spring bring forth her daffodil,\n  Shall never sweeter Summer feast her fill\nOf roses with the nightingales they hear?\nIf you had loved me, I not loving you,\n  If you had urged me with the tender plea\nOf what our unknown years to come might do\n(Eternal years, if Time should count too few),\n  I would have owned the point you pressed on me,\nWas possible, or probable, or true.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B86","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B87","title":"Brandons Both","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Oh fair Milly Brandon, a young maid, a fair maid!\n  All her curls are yellow and her eyes are blue,\nAnd her cheeks were rosy red till a secret care made\n  Hollow whiteness of their brightness as a care will do.\n\nStill she tends her flowers, but not as in the old days,\n  Still she sings her songs, but not the songs of old:\nIf now it be high Summer her days seem brief and cold days,\n  If now it be high Summer her nights are long and cold.\n\nIf you have a secret keep it, pure maid Milly;\n  Life is filled with troubles and the world with scorn;\nAnd pity without love is at best times hard and chilly,\n  Chilling sore and stinging sore a heart forlorn.\n\nWalter Brandon, do you guess Milly Brandon's secret?\n  Many things you know, but not everything,\nWith your locks like raven's plumage, and eyes like an egret,\n  And a laugh that is music, and such a voice to sing.\n\nNelly Knollys, she is fair, but she is not fairer\n  Than fairest Milly Brandon was before she turned so pale:\nOh, but Nelly's dearer if she be not rarer,\n  She need not keep a secret or blush behind a veil.\n\nBeyond the first green hills, beyond the nearest valleys,\n  Nelly dwells at home beneath her mother's eyes:\nHer home is neat and homely, not a cot and not a palace,\n  Just the home where love sets up his happiest memories.\n\nMilly has no mother; and sad beyond another\n  Is she whose blessed mother is vanished out of call:\nTruly comfort beyond comfort is stored up in a mother\n  Who bears with all, and hopes through all, and loves us all.\n\nWhere peacocks nod and flaunt up and down the terrace,\n  Furling and unfurling their scores of sightless eyes,\nTo and fro among the leaves and buds and flowers and berries\n  Maiden Milly strolls and pauses, smiles and sighs.\n\nOn the hedged-in terrace of her father's palace\n  She may stroll and muse alone, may smile or sigh alone,\nLetting thoughts and eyes go wandering over hills and valleys\n  To-day her father's, and one day to be all her own.\n\nIf her thoughts go coursing down lowlands and up highlands,\n  It is because the startled game are leaping from their lair;\nIf her thoughts dart homeward to the reedy river islands,\n  It is because the waterfowl rise startled here or there.\n\nAt length a footfall on the steps: she turns, composed and steady,\n  All the long-descended greatness of her father's house\nLifting up her head; and there stands Walter keen and ready\n  For hunting or for hawking, a flush upon his brows.\n\n\"Good-morrow, fair cousin.\" \"Good-morrow, fairest cousin:\n  The sun has started on his course, and I must start to-day.\nIf you have done me one good turn you've done me many a dozen,\n  And I shall often think of you, think of you away.\"\n\n\"Over hill and hollow what quarry will you follow,\n  Or what fish will you angle for beside the river's edge?\nThere's cloud upon the hill-top and there 's mist deep down the hollow,\n  And fog among the rushes and the rustling sedge.\"\n\n\"I shall speed well enough be it hunting or hawking,\n  Or casting a bait towards the shyest daintiest fin.\nBut I kiss your hands, my cousin; I must not loiter talking,\n  For nothing comes of nothing, and I'm fain to seek and win.\"\n\n\"Here's a thorny rose: will you wear it an hour,\n  Till the petals drop apart still fresh and pink and sweet?\nTill the petals drop from the drooping perished flower,\n  And only the graceless thorns are left of it.\"\n\n\"Nay, I have another rose sprung in another garden,\n  Another rose which sweetens all the world for me.\nBe you a tenderer mistress and be you a warier warden\n  Of your rose, as sweet as mine, and full as fair to see.\"\n\n\"Nay, a bud once plucked there is no reviving,\n  Nor is it worth your wearing now, nor worth indeed my own;\nThe dead to the dead, and the living to the living.\n  It's time I go within, for it's time now you were gone.\"\n\n\"Good-bye, Milly Brandon, I shall not forget you,\n  Though it be good-bye between us for ever from to-day;\nI could almost wish to-day that I had never met you,\n  And I'm true to you in this one word that I say.\"\n\n\"Good-bye, Walter. I can guess which thornless rose you covet;\n  Long may it bloom and prolong its sunny morn:\nYet as for my one thorny rose, I do not cease to love it,\n  And if it is no more a flower I love it as a thorn.\"","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B87","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B87","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B92","title":"A Life'S Parallels","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Never on this side of the grave again,\n  On this side of the river,\nOn this side of the garner of the grain,\n            Never,--\n\nEver while time flows on and on and on,\n  That narrow noiseless river,\nEver while corn bows heavy-headed, wan,\n            Ever,--\n\nNever despairing, often fainting, ruing,\n  But looking back, ah never!\nFaint yet pursuing, faint yet still pursuing\n            Ever.","themes":["time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B92","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B92","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B93","title":"At Last","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Many have sung of love a root of bane:\n  While to my mind a root of balm it is,\n  For love at length breeds love; sufficient bliss\nFor life and death and rising up again.\nSurely when light of Heaven makes all things plain,\n  Love will grow plain with all its mysteries;\n  Nor shall we need to fetch from over seas\nWisdom or wealth or pleasure safe from pain.\nLove in our borders, love within our heart,\n  Love all in all, we then shall bide at rest,\n  Ended for ever life's unending quest,\n    Ended for ever effort, change and fear:\nLove all in all;--no more that better part\n    Purchased, but at the cost of all things here.","themes":["love","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B93","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B94","title":"Golden Silences","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"There is silence that saith, \"Ah me!\"\n  There is silence that nothing saith;\n    One the silence of life forlorn,\n  One the silence of death;\nOne is, and the other shall be.\n\nOne we know and have known for long,\n  One we know not, but we shall know,\n    All we who have ever been born;\n  Even so, be it so,--\nThere is silence, despite a song.\n\nSowing day is a silent day,\n  Resting night is a silent night;\n    But whoso reaps the ripened corn\n  Shall shout in his delight,\nWhile silences vanish away.","themes":["loneliness","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B94","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B95","title":"In The Willow Shade","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"I sat beneath a willow tree,\n  Where water falls and calls;\nWhile fancies upon fancies solaced me,\n  Some true, and some were false.\n\nWho set their heart upon a hope\n  That never comes to pass,\nDroop in the end like fading heliotrope,\n  The sun's wan looking-glass.\n\nWho set their will upon a whim\n  Clung to through good and ill,\nAre wrecked alike whether they sink or swim,\n  Or hit or miss their will.\n\nAll things are vain that wax and wane,\n  For which we waste our breath;\nLove only doth not wane and is not vain,\n  Love only outlives death.\n\nA singing lark rose toward the sky,\n  Circling he sang amain;\nHe sang, a speck scarce visible sky-high,\n  And then he sank again.\n\nA second like a sunlit spark\n  Flashed singing up his track;\nBut never overtook that foremost lark,\n  And songless fluttered back.\n\nA hovering melody of birds\n  Haunted the air above;\nThey clearly sang contentment without words,\n  And youth and joy and love.\n\nO silvery weeping willow tree\n  With all leaves shivering,\nHave you no purpose but to shadow me\n  Beside this rippled spring?\n\nOn this first fleeting day of Spring,\n  For Winter is gone by,\nAnd every bird on every quivering wing\n  Floats in a sunny sky;\n\nOn this first Summer-like soft day,\n  While sunshine steeps the air,\nAnd every cloud has gat itself away,\n  And birds sing everywhere.\n\nHave you no purpose in the world\n  But thus to shadow me\nWith all your tender drooping twigs unfurled,\n  O weeping willow tree?\n\nWith all your tremulous leaves outspread\n  Betwixt me and the sun,\nWhile here I loiter on a mossy bed\n  With half my work undone;\n\nMy work undone, that should be done\n  At once with all my might;\nFor after the long day and lingering sun\n  Comes the unworking night.\n\nThis day is lapsing on its way,\n  Is lapsing out of sight;\nAnd after all the chances of the day\n  Comes the resourceless night.\n\nThe weeping-willow shook its head\n  And stretched its shadow long;\nThe west grew crimson, the sun smouldered red,\n  The birds forbore a song.\n\nSlow wind sighed through the willow leaves,\n  The ripple made a moan,\nThe world drooped murmuring like a thing that grieves;\n  And then I felt alone.\n\nI rose to go, and felt the chill,\n  And shivered as I went;\nYet shivering wondered, and I wonder still,\n  What more that willow meant;\n\nThat silvery weeping-willow tree\n  With all leaves shivering,\nWhich spent one long day overshadowing me\n  Beside a spring in Spring.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B95","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B99","title":"Fluttered Wings","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"The splendor of the kindling day,\n    The splendor of the setting sun,\n  These move my soul to wend its way,\n      And have done\nWith all we grasp and toil amongst and say.\n\n  The paling roses of a cloud,\n    The fading bow that arches space,\n  These woo my fancy toward my shroud;\n      Toward the place\nOf faces veiled, and heads discrowned and bowed.\n\n  The nation of the awful stars,\n    The wandering star whose blaze is brief,\n  These make me beat against the bars\n      Of my grief;\nMy tedious grief, twin to the life it mars.\n\n  O fretted heart tossed to and fro,\n    So fain to flee, so fain to rest!\n  All glories that are high or low,\n      East or west,\nGrow dim to thee who art so fain to go.","themes":["love","nature","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B99","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B100","title":"A Fisher-Wife","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"The soonest mended, nothing said;\n  And help may rise from east or west;\nBut my two hands are lumps of lead,\n  My heart sits leaden in my breast.\n\nO north wind swoop not from the north,\n  O south wind linger in the south,\nOh come not raving raging forth,\n  To bring my heart into my mouth;\n\nFor I've a husband out at sea,\n  Afloat on feeble planks of wood;\nHe does not know what fear may be;\n  I would have told him if I could.\n\nI would have locked him in my arms,\n  I would have hid him in my heart;\nFor oh! the waves are fraught with harms,\n  And he and I so far apart.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B100","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B101","title":"What'S In A Name?","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Why has Spring one syllable less\nThan any its fellow season?\nThere may be some other reason,\nAnd I'm merely making a guess;\nBut surely it hoards such wealth\nOf happiness, hope and health,\nSunshine and musical sound,\nIt may spare a foot from its name\nYet all the same\nSuperabound.\n\nSoft-named Summer,\nMost welcome comer,\nBrings almost everything\nOver which we dream or sing\nOr sigh;\nBut then Summer wends its way,\nTo-morrow,--to-day,--\nGood-bye!\n\nAutumn,--the slow name lingers,\nWhile we likewise flag;\nIt silences many singers;\nIts slow days drag,\nYet hasten at speed\nTo leave us in chilly need\nFor Winter to strip indeed.\n\nIn all-lack Winter,\nDull of sense and of sound,\nWe huddle and shiver\nBeside our splinter\nOf crackling pine,\nSnow in sky and snow on ground.\nWinter and cold\nCan't last for ever!\nTo-day, to-morrow, the sun will shine;\nWhen we are old,\nBut some still are young,\nSinging the song\nWhich others have sung,\nRinging the bells\nWhich others have rung,--\nEven so!\nWe ourselves, who else?\nWe ourselves long\nLong ago.","themes":["nature","hope","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B101","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B103","title":"Mariana","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Not for me marring or making,\nNot for me giving or taking;\n  I love my Love and he loves not me,\nI love my Love and my heart is breaking.\n\nSweet is Spring in its lovely showing,\nSweet the violet veiled in blowing,\n  Sweet it is to love and be loved;\nAh, sweet knowledge beyond my knowing!\n\nWho sighs for love sighs but for pleasure,\nWho wastes for love hoards up a treasure;\n  Sweet to be loved and take no count,\nSweet it is to love without measure.\n\nSweet my Love whom I loved to try for,\nSweet my Love whom I love and sigh for,\n  Will you once love me and sigh for me,\nYou my Love whom I love and die for?","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B103","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B104","title":"Memento Mori","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Poor the pleasure\nDoled out by measure,\nSweet though it be, while brief\nAs falling of the leaf;\nPoor is pleasure\nBy weight and measure.\n\nSweet the sorrow\nWhich ends to-morrow;\nSharp though it be and sore,\nIt ends for evermore:\nZest of sorrow,\nWhat ends to-morrow.","themes":["grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B104","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B104","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B105","title":"\"One Foot On Sea, And One On Shore.\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"\"Oh tell me once and tell me twice\n  And tell me thrice to make it plain,\nWhen we who part this weary day,\n  When we who part shall meet again.\"\n\n\"When windflowers blossom on the sea\n  And fishes skim along the plain,\nThen we who part this weary day,\n  Then you and I shall meet again.\"\n\n\"Yet tell me once before we part,\n  Why need we part who part in pain?\nIf flowers must blossom on the sea,\n  Why, we shall never meet again.\n\n\"My cheeks are paler than a rose,\n  My tears are salter than the main,\nMy heart is like a lump of ice\n  If we must never meet again.\"\n\n\"Oh weep or laugh, but let me be,\n  And live or die, for all's in vain;\nFor life's in vain since we must part,\n  And parting must not meet again\n\n\"Till windflowers blossom on the sea,\n  And fishes skim along the plain;\nPale rose of roses let me be,\n  Your breaking heart breaks mine again.\"","themes":["love","nature","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B105","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B107","title":"Buds And Babies","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"A million buds are born that never blow,\n  That sweet with promise lift a pretty head\n  To blush and wither on a barren bed\n    And leave no fruit to show.\n\nSweet, unfulfilled. Yet have I understood\n  One joy, by their fragility made plain:\n  Nothing was ever beautiful in vain,\n    Or all in vain was good.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B107","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B107","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B108","title":"Boy Johnny","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"\"If you'll busk you as a bride\n  And make ready,\nIt's I will wed you with a ring,\n  O fair lady.\"\n\n\"Shall I busk me as a bride,\n  I so bonny,\nFor you to wed me with a ring,\n  O boy Johnny?\"\n\n\"When you've busked you as a bride\n  And made ready,\nWho else is there to marry you,\n  O fair lady?\"\n\n\"I will find my lover out,\n  I so bonny,\nAnd you shall bear my wedding-train,\n  O boy Johnny.\"","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B108","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B108","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B109","title":"Freaks Of Fashion","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Such a hubbub in the nests,\n  Such a bustle and squeak!\nNestlings, guiltless of a feather,\n  Learning just to speak,\nAsk--\"And how about the fashions?\"\n  From a cavernous beak.\n\nPerched on bushes, perched on hedges,\n  Perched on firm hahas,\nPerched on anything that holds them,\n  Gay papas and grave mammas\nTeach the knowledge-thirsty nestlings:\n  Hear the gay papas.\n\nRobin says: \"A scarlet waistcoat\n  Will be all the wear,\nSnug, and also cheerful-looking\n  For the frostiest air,\nComfortable for the chest too\n  When one comes to plume and pair.\"\n\n\"Neat gray hoods will be in vogue,\"\n  Quoth a Jackdaw: \"Glossy gray,\nSetting close, yet setting easy,\n  Nothing fly-away;\nSuited to our misty mornings,\n  A la negligée.\"\n\nFlushing salmon, flushing sulphur,\n  Haughty Cockatoos\nAnswer--\"Hoods may do for mornings,\n  But for evenings choose\nHigh head-dresses, curved like crescents,\n  Such as well-bred persons use.\"\n\n\"Top-knots, yes; yet more essential\n  Still, a train or tail,\"\nScreamed the Peacock: \"Gemmed and lustrous\n  Not too stiff, and not too frail;\nThose are best which rearrange as\n  Fans, and spread or trail.\"\n\nSpoke the Swan, entrenched behind\n  An inimitable neck:\n\"After all, there's nothing sweeter\n  For the lawn or lake\nThan simple white, if fine and flaky\n  And absolutely free from speck.\"\n\n\"Yellow,\" hinted a Canary,\n  \"Warmer, not less distingué.\"\n\"Peach color,\" put in a Lory,\n  \"Cannot look outré.\"\n\"All the colors are in fashion,\n  And are right,\" the Parrots say.\n\n\"Very well. But do contrast\n  Tints harmonious,\"\nPiped a Blackbird, justly proud\n  Of bill aurigerous;\n\"Half the world may learn a lesson\n  As to that from us.\"\n\nThen a Stork took up the word:\n  \"Aim at height and chic:\nNot high heels, they're common; somehow,\n  Stilted legs, not thick,\nNor yet thin:\" he just glanced downward\n  And snapped to his beak.\n\nHere a rustling and a whirring,\n  As of fans outspread,\nHinted that mammas felt anxious\n  Lest the next thing said\nMight prove less than quite judicious,\n  Or even underbred.\n\nSo a mother Auk resumed\n  The broken thread of speech:\n\"Let colors sort themselves, my dears,\n  Yellow, or red, or peach;\nThe main points, as it seems to me,\n  We mothers have to teach,\n\n\"Are form and texture, elegance,\n  An air reserved, sublime;\nThe mode of wearing what we wear\n  With due regard to month and clime.\nBut now, let's all compose ourselves,\n  It's almost breakfast-time.\"\n\nA hubbub, a squeak, a bustle!\n  Who cares to chatter or sing\nWith delightful breakfast coming?\n  Yet they whisper under the wing:\n\"So we may wear whatever we like,\n  Anything, everything!\"","themes":["time","death","home","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B109","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B113","title":"An October Garden","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"In my Autumn garden I was fain\n  To mourn among my scattered roses;\n  Alas for that last rosebud which uncloses\nTo Autumn's languid sun and rain\nWhen all the world is on the wane!\n  Which has not felt the sweet constraint of June,\n  Nor heard the nightingale in tune.\n\nBroad-faced asters by my garden walk,\n  You are but coarse compared with roses:\n  More choice, more dear that rosebud which uncloses\nFaint-scented, pinched, upon its stalk,\nThat least and last which cold winds balk;\n  A rose it is though least and last of all,\n  A rose to me though at the fall.","themes":["love","nature","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B113","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B114","title":"\"Summer Is Ended.\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"To think that this meaningless thing was ever a rose\n        Scentless, colorless, this!\n  Will it ever be thus (who knows?)\n          Thus with our bliss,\n    If we wait till the close?\n\nThough we care not to wait for the end, there comes the end\n        Sooner, later, at last,\n  Which nothing can mar, nothing mend:\n          An end locked fast,\n    Bent we cannot re-bend.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B114","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B114","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"f4213cdf0d535c4ec476a108b709b7653c3daf7138777726cfb562f454a1a3c3","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B115","title":"Passing And Glassing","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"All things that pass\n    Are woman's looking-glass;\nThey show her how her bloom must fade,\nAnd she herself be laid\nWith withered roses in the shade;\n  With withered roses and the fallen peach,\n  Unlovely, out of reach\n    Of summer joy that was.\n\n    All things that pass\n    Are woman's tiring-glass;\nThe faded lavender is sweet,\nSweet the dead violet\nCulled and laid by and cared for yet;\n  The dried-up violets and dried lavender\n  Still sweet, may comfort her,\n    Nor need she cry Alas!\n\n    All things that pass\n    Are wisdom's looking-glass;\nBeing full of hope and fear, and still\nBrimful of good or ill,\nAccording to our work and will;\n  For there is nothing new beneath the sun;\n  Our doings have been done,\n    And that which shall be was.","themes":["nature","hope","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B115","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B117","title":"\"I Will Arise.\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Weary and weak,--accept my weariness;\n  Weary and weak and downcast in my soul,\nWith hope growing less and less,\n  And with the goal\nDistant and dim,--accept my sore distress.\nI thought to reach the goal so long ago,\n  At outset of the race I dreamed of rest,\nNot knowing what now I know\n  Of breathless haste,\n  Of long-drawn straining effort across the waste.\n\nOne only thing I knew, Thy love of me;\n  One only thing I know, Thy sacred same\nLove of me full and free,\n  A craving flame\nOf selfless love of me which burns in Thee.\nHow can I think of thee, and yet grow chill;\n  Of Thee, and yet grow cold and nigh to death?\nRe-energize my will,\n  Rebuild my faith;\n  I will arise and run, Thou giving me breath.\n\nI will arise, repenting and in pain;\n  I will arise, and smite upon my breast\nAnd turn to Thee again;\n  Thou choosest best,\nLead me along the road Thou makest plain.\nLead me a little way, and carry me\n  A little way, and listen to my sighs,\nAnd store my tears with Thee,\n  And deign replies\n  To feeble prayers;--O Lord, I will arise.","themes":["love","hope","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B117","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B119","title":"A Prodigal Son","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Does that lamp still burn in my Father's house,\n  Which he kindled the night I went away?\nI turned once beneath the cedar boughs,\n  And marked it gleam with a golden ray;\n  Did he think to light me home some day?\n\nHungry here with the crunching swine,\n  Hungry harvest have I to reap;\nIn a dream I count my Father's kine,\n  I hear the tinkling bells of his sheep,\n  I watch his lambs that browse and leap.\n\nThere is plenty of bread at home,\n  His servants have bread enough and to spare;\nThe purple wine-fat froths with foam,\n  Oil and spices make sweet the air,\n  While I perish hungry and bare.\n\nRich and blessed those servants, rather\n  Than I who see not my Father's face!\nI will arise and go to my Father:--\n  \"Fallen from sonship, beggared of grace,\n  Grant me, Father, a servant's place.\"","themes":["night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B119","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B120","title":"Soeur Louise De La Miséricorde","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"(1674.)\n\nI have desired, and I have been desired;\n  But now the days are over of desire,\n  Now dust and dying embers mock my fire;\nWhere is the hire for which my life was hired?\n  Oh vanity of vanities, desire!\n\nLonging and love, pangs of a perished pleasure,\n  Longing and love, a disenkindled fire,\n  And memory a bottomless gulf of mire,\nAnd love a fount of tears outrunning measure;\n  Oh vanity of vanities, desire!\n\nNow from my heart, love's deathbed, trickles, trickles,\n  Drop by drop slowly, drop by drop of fire,\n  The dross of life, of love, of spent desire;\nAlas, my rose of life gone all to prickles,--\n  Oh vanity of vanities, desire!\n\nOh vanity of vanities, desire;\n  Stunting my hope which might have strained up higher,\n  Turning my garden plot to barren mire;\nOh death-struck love, oh disenkindled fire,\n  Oh vanity of vanities, desire!","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B120","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B122","title":"An \"Immurata\" Sister","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Life flows down to death; we cannot bind\n  That current that it should not flee:\nLife flows down to death, as rivers find\n  The inevitable sea.\n\nMen work and think, but women feel;\n  And so (for I'm a woman, I)\n  And so I should be glad to die\nAnd cease from impotence of zeal,\nAnd cease from hope, and cease from dread,\n  And cease from yearnings without gain,\n  And cease from all this world of pain,\nAnd be at peace among the dead.\n\nHearts that die, by death renew their youth,\n  Lightened of this life that doubts and dies;\nSilent and contented, while the Truth\n  Unveiled makes them wise.\n\nWhy should I seek and never find\n  That something which I have not had?\n  Fair and unutterably sad\nThe world hath sought time out of mind;\nThe world hath sought and I have sought,--\n  Ah, empty world and empty I!\n  For we have spent our strength for nought,\nAnd soon it will be time to die.\n\nSparks fly upward toward their fount of fire,\n  Kindling, flashing, hovering:--\nKindle, flash, my soul; mount higher and higher,\n  Thou whole burnt-offering!","themes":["hope","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B122","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B122","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"be016c7ff1a5ba5459137aade7051f3c3bac22be34cd22fb87f445a883789168","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B124","title":"\"If Thou Sayest, Behold, We Knew It Not.\" -- Proverbs Xxiv. 11, 12","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"1.\n\nI have done I know not what,--what have I done?\n  My brother's blood, my brother's soul, doth cry:\n  And I find no defence, find no reply,\nNo courage more to run this race I run\nNot knowing what I have done, have left undone;\n  Ah me, these awful unknown hours that fly\n  Fruitless it may be, fleeting fruitless by\nRank with death-savor underneath the sun.\nFor what avails it that I did not know\n  The deed I did? what profits me the plea\nThat had I known I had not wronged him so?\n    Lord Jesus Christ, my God, him pity Thou;\n  Lord, if it may be, pity also me:\n    In judgment pity, and in death, and now.\n\n2.\n\nThou Who hast borne all burdens, bear our load,\n  Bear Thou our load whatever load it be;\n  Our guilt, our shame, our helpless misery,\nBear Thou Who only canst, O God my God.\n  Seek us and find us, for we cannot Thee\nOr seek or find or hold or cleave unto:\nWe cannot do or undo; Lord, undo\n  Our self-undoing, for Thine is the key\nOf all we are not though we might have been.\n  Dear Lord, if ever mercy moved Thy mind,\n    If so be love of us can move Thee yet,\nIf still the nail-prints in Thy Hands are seen,\n    Remember us,--yea, how shouldst Thou forget?\n  Remember us for good, and seek, and find.\n\n3.\n\nEach soul I might have succored, may have slain,\n  All souls shall face me at the last Appeal,\n  That great last moment poised for woe or weal,\nThat final moment for man's bliss or bane.\nVanity of vanities, yea all is vain\n  Which then will not avail or help or heal:\n  Disfeatured faces, worn-out knees that kneel,\nWill more avail than strength or beauty then.\nLord, by Thy Passion,--when Thy Face was marred\n  In sight of earth and hell tumultuous,\n    And Thy heart failed in Thee like melting wax,\nAnd Thy Blood dropped more precious than the nard,--\n    Lord, for Thy sake, not ours, supply our lacks,\n  For Thine own sake, not ours, Christ, pity us.","themes":["love","hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B124","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B127","title":"The Thread Of Life","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"1.\n\nThe irresponsive silence of the land,\n  The irresponsive sounding of the sea,\n  Speak both one message of one sense to me:--\nAloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so stand\nThou too aloof bound with the flawless band\n  Of inner solitude; we bind not thee;\n  But who from thy self-chain shall set thee free?\nWhat heart shall touch thy heart? what hand thy hand?--\nAnd I am sometimes proud and sometimes meek,\n  And sometimes I remember days of old\nWhen fellowship seemed not so far to seek\n  And all the world and I seemed much less cold,\n  And at the rainbow's foot lay surely gold,\nAnd hope felt strong and life itself not weak.\n\n2.\n\nThus am I mine own prison. Everything\n  Around me free and sunny and at ease:\n  Or if in shadow, in a shade of trees\nWhich the sun kisses, where the gay birds sing\nAnd where all winds make various murmuring;\n  Where bees are found, with honey for the bees;\n  Where sounds are music, and where silences\nAre music of an unlike fashioning.\nThen gaze I at the merrymaking crew,\n  And smile a moment and a moment sigh\nThinking: Why can I not rejoice with you?\n  But soon I put the foolish fancy by:\nI am not what I have nor what I do;\n  But what I was I am, I am even I.\n\n3.\n\nTherefore myself is that one only thing\n  I hold to use or waste, to keep or give;\n  My sole possession every day I live,\nAnd still mine own despite Time's winnowing.\nEver mine own, while moons and seasons bring\n  From crudeness ripeness mellow and sanative;\n  Ever mine own, till Death shall ply his sieve;\nAnd still mine own, when saints break grave and sing.\nAnd this myself as king unto my King\n  I give, to Him Who gave Himself for me;\nWho gives Himself to me, and bids me sing\n  A sweet new song of His redeemed set free;\nHe bids me sing: O death, where is thy sting?\n  And sing: O grave, where is thy victory?","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B127","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B127","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"d574af6d2908d648ab839950f1922c8a231adacb829747f541f647dbc4d677f6","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B130","title":"An Old-World Thicket","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Awake or sleeping (for I know not which)\n  I was or was not mazed within a wood\n  Where every mother-bird brought up her brood\n    Safe in some leafy niche\nOf oak or ash, of cypress or of beech,\n\nOf silvery aspen trembling delicately,\n  Of plane or warmer-tinted sycamore,\n  Of elm that dies in secret from the core,\n    Of ivy weak and free,\nOf pines, of all green lofty things that be.\n\nSuch birds they seemed as challenged each desire;\n  Like spots of azure heaven upon the wing,\n  Like downy emeralds that alight and sing,\n    Like actual coals on fire,\n  Like anything they seemed, and everything.\n\nSuch mirth they made, such warblings and such chat\n  With tongue of music in a well-tuned beak,\n  They seemed to speak more wisdom than we speak,\n    To make our music flat\n  And all our subtlest reasonings wild or weak.\n\nTheir meat was nought but flowers like butterflies,\n  With berries coral-colored or like gold;\n  Their drink was only dew, which blossoms hold\n    Deep where the honey lies;\nTheir wings and tails were lit by sparkling eyes.\n\nThe shade wherein they revelled was a shade\n  That danced and twinkled to the unseen sun;\n  Branches and leaves cast shadows one by one,\n    And all their shadows swayed\nIn breaths of air that rustled and that played.\n\nA sound of waters neither rose nor sank,\n  And spread a sense of freshness through the air;\n  It seemed not here or there, but everywhere,\n    As if the whole earth drank,\nRoot fathom deep and strawberry on its bank.\n\nBut I who saw such things as I have said,\n  Was overdone with utter weariness;\n  And walked in care, as one whom fears oppress\n    Because above his head\nDeath hangs, or damage, or the dearth of bread.\n\nEach sore defeat of my defeated life\n  Faced and outfaced me in that bitter hour;\n  And turned to yearning palsy all my power,\n    And all my peace to strife,\nSelf stabbing self with keen lack-pity knife.\n\nSweetness of beauty moved me to despair,\n  Stung me to anger by its mere content,\n  Made me all lonely on that way I went,\n    Piled care upon my care,\nBrimmed full my cup, and stripped me empty and bare:\n\nFor all that was but showed what all was not,\n  But gave clear proof of what might never be;\n  Making more destitute my poverty,\n    And yet more blank my lot,\n  And me much sadder by its jubilee.\n\nTherefore I sat me down: for wherefore walk?\n  And closed mine eyes: for wherefore see or hear?\n  Alas, I had no shutter to mine ear,\n    And could not shun the talk\n  Of all rejoicing creatures far or near.\n\nWithout my will I hearkened and I heard\n  (Asleep or waking, for I know not which),\n  Till note by note the music changed its pitch;\n    Bird ceased to answer bird,\nAnd every wind sighed softly if it stirred.\n\nThe drip of widening waters seemed to weep,\n  All fountains sobbed and gurgled as they sprang,\nSomewhere a cataract cried out in its leap\n    Sheer down a headlong steep;\n  High over all cloud-thunders gave a clang.\n\nSuch universal sound of lamentation\n  I heard and felt, fain not to feel or hear;\n  Nought else there seemed but anguish far and near;\n    Nought else but all creation\n  Moaning and groaning wrung by pain or fear,\n\nShuddering in the misery of its doom:\n  My heart then rose a rebel against light,\n  Scouring all earth and heaven and depth and height,\n    Ingathering wrath and gloom,\n  Ingathering wrath to wrath and night to night.\n\nAh me, the bitterness of such revolt,\n  All impotent, all hateful, and all hate,\nThat kicks and breaks itself against the bolt\n    Of an imprisoning fate,\n  And vainly shakes, and cannot shake the gate.\n\nAgony to agony, deep called to deep,\n  Out of the deep I called of my desire;\n  My strength was weakness and my heart was fire;\n    Mine eyes that would not weep\nOr sleep, scaled height and depth, and could not sleep;\n\nThe eyes, I mean, of my rebellious soul,\n  For still my bodily eyes were closed and dark:\n  A random thing I seemed without a mark,\n    Racing without a goal,\n  Adrift upon life's sea without an ark.\n\nMore leaden than the actual self of lead\n  Outer and inner darkness weighed on me.\n  The tide of anger ebbed. Then fierce and free\n    Surged full above my head\n  The moaning tide of helpless misery.\n\nWhy should I breathe, whose breath was but a sigh?\n  Why should I live, who drew such painful breath?\nOh weary work, the unanswerable why!--\n    Yet I, why should I die,\n  Who had no hope in life, no hope in death?\n\nGrasses and mosses and the fallen leaf\n  Make peaceful bed for an indefinite term;\n  But underneath the grass there gnaws a worm--\n    Haply, there gnaws a grief--\nBoth, haply always; not, as now, so brief.\n\nThe pleasure I remember, it is past;\n  The pain I feel is passing, passing by;\n  Thus all the world is passing, and thus I:\n    All things that cannot last\n  Have grown familiar, and are born to die.\n\nAnd being familiar, have so long been borne\n  That habit trains us not to break but bend:\nMourning grows natural to us who mourn\n    In foresight of an end,\n  But that which ends not who shall brave or mend?\n\nSurely the ripe fruits tremble on their bough,\n  They cling and linger trembling till they drop:\nI, trembling, cling to dying life; for how\n    Face the perpetual Now?\n  Birthless and deathless, void of start or stop,\n\nVoid of repentance, void of hope and fear,\n  Of possibility, alternative,\n  Of all that ever made us bear to live\n    From night to morning here,\n  Of promise even which has no gift to give.\n\nThe wood, and every creature of the wood,\n  Seemed mourning with me in an undertone;\n  Soft scattered chirpings and a windy moan,\n    Trees rustling where they stood\nAnd shivered, showed compassion for my mood.\n\nRage to despair; and now despair had turned\n  Back to self-pity and mere weariness,\nWith yearnings like a smouldering fire that burned,\n    And might grow more or less,\n  And might die out or wax to white excess.\n\nWithout, within me, music seemed to be;\n  Something not music, yet most musical,\nSilence and sound in heavenly harmony;\n    At length a pattering fall\nOf feet, a bell, and bleatings, broke through all.\n\nThen I looked up. The wood lay in a glow\n  From golden sunset and from ruddy sky;\n  The sun had stooped to earth though once so high;\n    Had stooped to earth, in slow\nWarm dying loveliness brought near and low.\n\nEach water-drop made answer to the light,\n  Lit up a spark and showed the sun his face;\n  Soft purple shadows paved the grassy space\n    And crept from height to height,\n  From height to loftier height crept up apace.\n\nWhile opposite the sun a gazing moon\n  Put on his glory for her coronet,\nKindling her luminous coldness to its noon,\n    As his great splendor set;\n  One only star made up her train as yet.\n\nEach twig was tipped with gold, each leaf was edged\n  And veined with gold from the gold-flooded west;\nEach mother-bird, and mate-bird, and unfledged\n    Nestling, and curious nest,\n  Displayed a gilded moss or beak or breast.\n\nAnd filing peacefully between the trees,\n  Having the moon behind them, and the sun\nFull in their meek mild faces, walked at ease\n    A homeward flock, at peace\n  With one another and with every one.\n\nA patriarchal ram with tinkling bell\n  Led all his kin; sometimes one browsing sheep\n  Hung back a moment, or one lamb would leap\n    And frolic in a dell;\nYet still they kept together, journeying well,\n\nAnd bleating, one or other, many or few,\n  Journeying together toward the sunlit west;\n  Mild face by face, and woolly breast by breast,\n    Patient, sun-brightened too,\n  Still journeying toward the sunset and their rest.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B130","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B140","title":"\"All Thy Works Praise Thee, O Lord.\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"A PROCESSIONAL OF CREATION.\n\nI, All-Creation, sing my song of praise\nTo God Who made me and vouchsafes my days,\nAnd sends me forth by multitudinous ways.\n\nI, like my Brethren, burn eternally\nWith love of Him Who is Love, and loveth me;\nThe Holy, Holy, Holy Unity.\n\nI, with my Brethren, gaze eternally\nOn Him Who is Wisdom, and Who knoweth me;\nThe Holy, Holy, Holy Trinity.\n\nWe rule, we serve, we work, we store His treasure,\nWhose vessels are we, brimmed with strength and pleasure;\nOur joys fulfil, yea, overfill our measure.\n\nWe float before the Presence Infinite,\nWe cluster round the Throne in our delight,\nRevolving and rejoicing in God's sight.\n\nI, blue and beautiful, and framed of air,\nAt sunrise and at sunset grow most fair;\nHis glory by my glories I declare.\n\nWe Powers are powers because He makes us strong;\nWherefore we roll all rolling orbs along,\nWe move all moving things, and sing our song.\n\nI blaze to Him in mine engarlanding\nOf rays, I flame His whole burnt-offering,\nWhile as a bridegroom I rejoice and sing.\n\nI follow, and am fair, and do His Will;\nThrough all my changes I am faithful still,\nFull-orbed or strait, His mandate to fulfil.\n\nWe Star-hosts numerous, innumerous,\nThrong space with energy untumultuous,\nAnd work His Will Whose eye beholdeth us.\n\nNo thing is far or near; and therefore we\nFloat neither far nor near; but where we be\nWeave dances round the Throne perpetually.\n\nOur lights dart here and there, whirl to and fro,\nWe flash and vanish, we die down and glow;\nAll doing His Will Who bids us do it so.\n\nWe give ourselves; and be we great or small,\nThus are we made like Him Who giveth all,\nLike Him Whose gracious pleasure bids us fall.\n\nWe give ourselves in silent secret ways,\nSpending and spent in silence full of grace;\nAnd thus are made like God, and show His praise.\n\nWe sift the air and winnow all the earth;\nAnd God Who poised our weights and weighs our worth\nAccepts the worship of our solemn mirth.\n\nMy power and strength are His Who fashioned me,\nOrdained me image of His Jealousy,\nForged me His weapon fierce exceedingly.\n\nI glow unto His glory, and do good:\nI glow, and bring to life both bud and brood;\nI glow, and ripen harvest-crops for food.\n\nOur wealth and joys and beauties celebrate\nHis wealth of beauty Who sustains our state,\nBefore Whose changelessness we alternate.\n\nI hope,--\n          And I remember,--\n\nWe give place\nEither to other with contented grace,\nAcceptable and lovely all our days.\n\nI make the unstable stable, binding fast\nThe world of waters prone to ripple past:\nThus praise I God, Whose mercies I forecast.\n\nI rouse and goad the slothful, apt to nod,\nI stir and urge the laggards with my rod:\nMy praise is not of men, yet I praise God.\n\nMy whiteness shadoweth Him Who is most fair,\nAll spotless: yea, my whiteness which I wear\nExalts His Purity beyond compare.\n\nWe darken sun and moon, and blot the day,\nThe good Will of our Maker to obey:\nTill to the glory of God we pass away.\n\nMoon and all stars I don for diadem\nTo make me fair: I cast myself and them\nBefore His feet, Who knows us gem from gem.\n\nI shout before Him in my plenitude\nOf light and warmth, of hope and wealth and food;\nAscribing all good to the Only Good.\n\nI am God's dwelling-place,--\n                              And also I\nMake His pavilion,--\n                      Lo, we bide and fly\nExulting in the Will of God Most High.\n\nWe indivisible flash forth His Fame,\nWe thunder forth the glory of His Name,\nIn harmony of resonance and flame.\n\nSweet is our store, exhaled from sea or river:\nWe wear a rainbow, praising God the Giver\nBecause His mercy is for ever and ever.\n\nI rest in Him rejoicing: resting so\nAnd so rejoicing, in that I am low;\nYet known of Him, and following on to know.\n\nOur heights which laud Him, sink abased before\nHim higher than the highest evermore:\nGod higher than the highest we adore.\n\nWe green-tops praise Him, and we fruitful heads,\nWhereon the sunshine and the dew He sheds:\nWe green-tops praise Him, rising from out beds.\n\nWe all green things, we blossoms bright or dim,\nTrees, bushes, brushwood, corn and grasses slim,\nWe lift our many-favored lauds to Him.\n\nI praise Him on my thorn which I adorn,--\nAnd I, amid my world of thistle and thorn,--\nAnd I, within my veil where I am born.\n\nWe, Apple-blossom, Citron, Pomegranate,\nWe, clothed of God without our toil and fret,\nWe offer fatness where His Throne is set.\n\nI proffer Him my sweetness, who am sweet,--\nI bow my strength in fragrance at His feet,--\nI wave myself before His Judgment Seat.\n\nI bring refreshment,--\n                      I bring ease and calm,--\nI lavish strength and healing,--\n                                I am balm,--\nWe work His pitiful Will and chant our psalm.\n\nClear my pure fountain, clear and pure my rill,\nMy fountain and mine outflow deep and still,\nI set His semblance forth and do His Will.\n\nTo-day I praise God with a sparkling face,\nMy thousand thousand waves all uttering praise:\nTo-morrow I commit me to His Grace.\n\nWe spring and swell meandering to and fro,\nFrom height to depth, from depth to depth we flow,\nWe fertilize the world, and praise Him so.\n\nWe Whales and Monsters gambol in His sight\nRejoicing every day and every night,\nSafe in the tender keeping of His Might.\n\nOur fashions and our colors and our speeds\nSet forth His praise Who framed us and Who feeds,\nWho knows our number and regards our needs.\n\nWinged Angels of this visible world, we fly\nTo sing God's praises in the lofty sky;\nWe scale the height to praise our Lord most High.\n\nI the sun-gazing Eagle,--\n                          I the Dove,\nWith plumes of softness and a note of love,--\nWe praise by divers gifts One God above.\n\nWe forest Beasts,--\n                    We Beasts of hill or cave,--\nWe border-loving Creatures of the wave,--\nWe praise our King with voices deep and grave.\n\nGod forms us weak and small, but pours out all\nWe need, and notes us while we stand or fall:\nWherefore we praise Him, weak and safe and small.\n\nI praise my loving Lord, Who maketh me\nHis type by harmless sweet simplicity:\nYet He the Lamb of lambs incomparably.\n\nI praise the Lion of the Royal Race,\nStrongest in fight and swiftest in the chase:\nWith all my might I leap and lavish praise.\n\nAll creatures sing around us, and we sing:\nWe bring our own selves as our offering,\nOur very selves we render to our King.\n\nFlock of our Shepherd's pasture and His fold,\nPurchased and well-beloved from days of old,\nWe tell His praise which still remains untold.\n\nWe free-will Shepherds tend His sheep, and feed;\nWe follow Him while caring for their need;\nWe follow praising Him, and them we lead.\n\nWe love God, for He loves us; we are free\nIn serving Him, who serve Him willingly:\nAs kings we reign, and praise His Majesty.\n\nAll humble souls he calls and sanctifies;\nAll holy souls He calls to make them wise;\nAccepting all, His free-will sacrifice.\n\nHe maketh me,--\n                And me,--\n                          And me,--\n                                  To be\nHis blessed little ones around His knee,\nWho praise Him by mere love confidingly.\n\nGod makes our service love, and makes our wage\nLove: so we wend on patient pilgrimage,\nExtolling Him by love from age to age.\n\nGod gives us power to rule: He gives us power\nTo rule ourselves, and prune the exuberant flower\nOf youth, and worship Him hour after hour.\n\nLo, in the hidden world we chant our chant\nTo Him Who fills us that we nothing want,\nTo Him Whose bounty leaves our craving scant.\n\nWith milky mouths we praise God, from the breast\nCalled home betimes to rest the perfect rest,\nBy love and joy fufilling His behest.\n\nWe praise His Will which made us what He would,\nHis Will which fashioned us and called us good,\nHis Will our plenary beatitude.\n\nWe praise His Will Who bore with us so long,\nWho out of weakness wrought us swift and strong,\nChampions of right and putters-down of wrong.\n\nLet everything that hath or hath not breath,\nLet days and endless days, let life and death,\nPraise God, praise God, praise God, His creature saith.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B140","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B140","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"ad16ec294446c607c593e074033af0f6a979aaba215967b14e583d45a4ed0fc8","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B154","title":"Later Life: A Double Sonnet Of Sonnets","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"1.\n\nBefore the mountains were brought forth, before\n  Earth and the world were made, then God was God:\nAnd God will still be God, when flames shall roar\n  Round earth and heaven dissolving at His nod:\n  And this God is our God, even while His rod\nOf righteous wrath falls on us smiting sore:\nAnd this God is our God for evermore\n  Through life, through death, while clod returns to clod.\nFor though He slay us we will trust in Him;\n  We will flock home to Him by divers ways:\n  Yea, though He slay us we will vaunt His praise,\nServing and loving with the Cherubim,\nWatching and loving with the Seraphim,\n  Our very selves His praise through endless days.\n\n2.\n\nRend hearts and rend not garments for our sins;\n  Gird sackcloth not on body but on soul;\n  Grovel in dust with faces toward the goal\nNor won, nor neared: he only laughs who wins.\nNot neared the goal, the race too late begins;\n  Or left undone, we have yet to do the whole;\n  The sun is hurrying west and toward the pole\nWhere darkness waits for earth with all her kins.\nLet us to-day, while it is called to-day,\n  Set out, if utmost speed may yet avail--\n  The shadows lengthen and the light grows pale:\n    For who through darkness and the shadow of death,\nDarkness that may be felt, shall find a way,\n    Blind-eyed, deaf-eared, and choked with failing breath?\n\n3.\n\nThou Who didst make and knowest whereof we are made,\n  Oh bear in mind our dust and nothingness,\n  Our wordless tearless dumbness of distress:\nBear Thou in mind the burden Thou hast laid\nUpon us, and our feebleness unstayed\n  Except Thou stay us: for the long long race\n  Which stretches far and far before our face\nThou knowest,--remember Thou whereof we are made.\nIf making makes us Thine, then Thine we are;\n  And if redemption, we are twice Thine own:\nIf once Thou didst come down from heaven afar\n  To seek us and to find us, how not save?\nComfort us, save us, leave us not alone,\n  Thou Who didst die our death and fill our grave.\n\n4.\n\nSo tired am I, so weary of to-day,\n  So unrefreshed from foregone weariness,\n  So overburdened by foreseen distress,\nSo lagging and so stumbling on my way,\nI scarce can rouse myself to watch or pray,\n  To hope, or aim, or toil for more or less,--\n  Ah, always less and less, even while I press\nForward and toil and aim as best I may.\nHalf-starved of soul and heartsick utterly,\n  Yet lift I up my heart and soul and eyes\n  (Which fail in looking upward) toward the prize:\nMe, Lord, Thou seest though I see not Thee;\n  Me now, as once the Thief in Paradise,\nEven me, O Lord my Lord, remember me.\n\n5.\n\nLord, Thou Thyself art Love and only Thou;\n  Yet I who am not love would fain love Thee;\n  But Thou alone being Love canst furnish me\nWith that same love my heart is craving now.\nAllow my plea! for if Thou disallow,\n  No second fountain can I find but Thee;\n  No second hope or help is left to me,\nNo second anything, but only Thou.\nO Love accept, according my request;\n  O Love exhaust, fulfilling my desire:\n  Uphold me with the strength that cannot tire,\nNerve me to labor till Thou bid me rest,\n  Kindle my fire from Thine unkindled fire,\nAnd charm the willing heart from out my breast.\n\n6.\n\nWe lack, yet cannot fix upon the lack:\n  Not this, nor that; yet somewhat, certainly.\n  We see the things we do not yearn to see\nAround us: and what see we glancing back?\nLost hopes that leave our hearts upon the rack,\n  Hopes that were never ours yet seemed to be,\n  For which we steered on life's salt stormy sea\nBraving the sunstroke and the frozen pack.\nIf thus to look behind is all in vain,\n  And all in vain to look to left or right,\nWhy face we not our future once again,\nLaunching with hardier hearts across the main,\n  Straining dim eyes to catch the invisible sight,\nAnd strong to bear ourselves in patient pain?\n\n7.\n\nTo love and to remember; that is good:\n  To love and to forget; that is not well:\n  To lapse from love to hatred; that is hell\nAnd death and torment, rightly understood.\nSoul dazed by love and sorrow, cheer thy mood;\n  More blest art thou than mortal tongue can tell:\n  Ring not thy funeral but thy marriage bell,\nAnd salt with hope thy life's insipid food.\nLove is the goal, love is the way we wend,\n  Love is our parallel unending line\n    Whose only perfect Parallel is Christ,\nBeginning not begun, End without end:\n    For He Who hath the heart of God sufficed,\n  Can satisfy all hearts,--yea, thine and mine.\n\n8.\n\nWe feel and see with different hearts and eyes:--\n  Ah Christ, if all our hearts could meet in Thee\n  How well it were for them and well for me,\nOur hearts Thy dear accepted sacrifice.\nThou, only Life of hearts and Light of eyes,\n  Our life, our light, if once we turn to Thee,\n  So be it, O Lord, to them and so to me;\nBe all alike Thine own dear sacrifice.\nThou Who by death hast ransomed us from death,\n  Thyself God's sole well-pleasing Sacrifice,\n    Thine only sacred Self I plead with Thee:\n    Make Thou it well for them and well for me\nThat Thou hast given us souls and wills and breath;\n  And hearts to love Thee; and to see Thee, eyes.\n\n9.\n\nStar Sirius and the Pole Star dwell afar\n  Beyond the drawings each of other's strength:\n  One blazes through the brief bright summer's length\nLavishing life-heat from a flaming car;\n  While one unchangeable upon a throne\n  Broods o'er the frozen heart of earth alone,\nContent to reign the bright particular star\n  Of some who wander or of some who groan.\nThey own no drawings each of other's strength,\n  Nor vibrate in a visible sympathy,\n    Nor veer along their courses each toward each:\n  Yet are their orbits pitched in harmony\nOf one dear heaven, across whose depth and length\n    Mayhap they talk together without speech.\n\n10.\n\nTread softly! all the earth is holy ground.\n  It may be, could we look with seeing eyes,\n  This spot we stand on is a Paradise\nWhere dead have come to life and lost been found,\nWhere Faith has triumphed, Martyrdom been crowned,\n  Where fools have foiled the wisdom of the wise;\n  From this same spot the dust of saints may rise,\nAnd the King's prisoners come to light unbound.\nO earth, earth, earth, hear thou thy Maker's Word:\n  \"Thy dead thou shalt give up, nor hide thy slain\"--\n  Some who went weeping forth shall come again\n    Rejoicing from the east or from the west,\nAs doves fly to their windows, love's own bird\n    Contented and desirous to the nest.\n\n11.\n\nLifelong our stumbles, lifelong our regret,\n  Lifelong our efforts failing and renewed,\n  While lifelong is our witness, \"God is good:\"\nWho bore with us till now, bears with us yet,\nWho still remembers and will not forget,\n  Who gives us light and warmth and daily food;\n  And gracious promises half understood,\nAnd glories half unveiled, whereon to set\nOur heart of hearts and eyes of our desire;\n  Uplifting us to longing and to love,\nLuring us upward from this world of mire,\n  Urging us to press on and mount above\n  Ourselves and all we have had experience of,\nMounting to Him in love's perpetual fire.\n\n12.\n\nA dream there is wherein we are fain to scream,\n  While struggling with ourselves we cannot speak:\n  And much of all our waking life, as weak\nAnd misconceived, eludes us like the dream.\nFor half life's seemings are not what they seem,\n  And vain the laughs we laugh, the shrieks we shriek;\n  Yea, all is vain that mars the settled meek\nContented quiet of our daily theme.\nWhen I was young I deemed that sweets are sweet:\n  But now I deem some searching bitters are\n  Sweeter than sweets, and more refreshing far,\n    And to be relished more, and more desired,\nAnd more to be pursued on eager feet,\n    On feet untired, and still on feet though tired.\n\n13.\n\nShame is a shadow cast by sin: yet shame\n  Itself may be a glory and a grace,\n  Refashioning the sin-disfashioned face;\nA nobler bruit than hollow-sounded fame,\nA new-lit lustre on a tarnished name,\n  One virtue pent within an evil place,\n  Strength for the fight, and swiftness for the race,\nA stinging salve, a life-requickening flame.\nA salve so searching we may scarcely live,\n  A flame so fierce it seems that we must die,\n    An actual cautery thrust into the heart:\n    Nevertheless, men die not of such smart;\nAnd shame gives back what nothing else can give,\n  Man to himself,--then sets him up on high.\n\n14.\n\nWhen Adam and when Eve left Paradise\n  Did they love on and cling together still,\n  Forgiving one another all that ill\nThe twain had wrought on such a different wise?\nShe propped upon his strength, and he in guise\n  Of lover though of lord, girt to fulfil\n  Their term of life and die when God should will;\nLie down and sleep, and having slept arise.\nBoast not against us, O our enemy!\n  To-day we fall, but we shall rise again;\nWe grope to-day, to-morrow we shall see:\n    What is to-day that we should fear to-day?\n    A morrow cometh which shall sweep away\n  Thee and thy realm of change and death and pain.\n\n15.\n\nLet woman fear to teach and bear to learn,\n  Remembering the first woman's first mistake.\n  Eve had for pupil the inquiring snake,\nWhose doubts she answered on a great concern;\nBut he the tables so contrived to turn,\n  It next was his to give and hers to take;\n  Till man deemed poison sweet for her sweet sake,\nAnd fired a train by which the world must burn.\nDid Adam love his Eve from first to last?\n  I think so; as we love who works us ill,\n  And wounds us to the quick, yet loves us still.\nLove pardons the unpardonable past:\nLove in a dominant embrace holds fast\n  His frailer self, and saves without her will.\n\n16.\n\nOur teachers teach that one and one make two:\n  Later, Love rules that one and one make one:\n  Abstruse the problems! neither need we shun,\nBut skilfully to each should yield its due.\nThe narrower total seems to suit the few,\n  The wider total suits the common run;\n  Each obvious in its sphere like moon or sun;\nBoth provable by me, and both by you.\nBefogged and witless, in a wordy maze\n  A groping stroll perhaps may do us good;\n  If cloyed we are with much we have understood,\nIf tired of half our dusty world and ways,\n  If sick of fasting, and if sick of food;--\nAnd how about these long still-lengthening days?\n\n17.\n\nSomething this foggy day, a something which\n  Is neither of this fog nor of to-day,\n  Has set me dreaming of the winds that play\nPast certain cliffs, along one certain beach,\n  And turn the topmost edge of waves to spray:\n  Ah pleasant pebbly strand so far away,\nSo out of reach while quite within my reach,\n  As out of reach as India or Cathay!\nI am sick of where I am and where I am not,\n  I am sick of foresight and of memory,\n  I am sick of all I have and all I see,\n    I am sick of self, and there is nothing new;\nOh weary impatient patience of my lot!--\n    Thus with myself: how fares it, Friends, with you?\n\n18.\n\nSo late in Autumn half the world's asleep,\n  And half the wakeful world looks pinched and pale;\n  For dampness now, not freshness, rides the gale;\nAnd cold and colorless comes ashore the deep\nWith tides that bluster or with tides that creep;\n  Now veiled uncouthness wears an uncouth veil\n  Of fog, not sultry haze; and blight and bale\nHave done their worst, and leaves rot on the heap.\nSo late in Autumn one forgets the Spring,\n  Forgets the Summer with its opulence,\nThe callow birds that long have found a wing,\n  The swallows that more lately gat them hence:\nWill anything like Spring, will anything\n  Like Summer, rouse one day the slumbering sense?\n\n19.\n\nHere now is Winter. Winter, after all,\n  Is not so drear as was my boding dream\n  While Autumn gleamed its latest watery gleam\nOn sapless leafage too inert to fall.\nStill leaves and berries clothe my garden wall\n  Where ivy thrives on scantiest sunny beam;\n  Still here a bud and there a blossom seem\nHopeful, and robin still is musical.\nLeaves, flowers and fruit and one delightful song\n  Remain; these days are short, but now the nights\n  Intense and long, hang out their utmost lights;\nSuch starry nights are long, yet not too long;\nFrost nips the weak, while strengthening still the strong\n  Against that day when Spring sets all to rights.\n\n20.\n\nA hundred thousand birds salute the day:--\n  One solitary bird salutes the night:\nIts mellow grieving wiles our grief away,\n  And tunes our weary watches to delight;\nIt seems to sing the thoughts we cannot say,\n  To know and sing them, and to set them right;\nUntil we feel once more that May is May,\n  And hope some buds may bloom without a blight.\nThis solitary bird outweighs, outvies,\n  The hundred thousand merry-making birds\nWhose innocent warblings yet might make us wise\nWould we but follow when they bid us rise,\n  Would we but set their notes of praise to words\nAnd launch our hearts up with them to the skies.\n\n21.\n\nA host of things I take on trust: I take\n  The nightingales on trust, for few and far\n  Between those actual summer moments are\nWhen I have heard what melody they make.\nSo chanced it once at Como on the Lake:\n  But all things, then, waxed musical; each star\n  Sang on its course, each breeze sang on its car,\nAll harmonies sang to senses wide-awake.\nAll things in tune, myself not out of tune,\n  Those nightingales were nightingales indeed:\n  Yet truly an owl had satisfied my need,\nAnd wrought a rapture underneath that moon,\n  Or simple sparrow chirping from a reed;\nFor June that night glowed like a doubled June.\n\n22.\n\nThe mountains in their overwhelming might\n  Moved me to sadness when I saw them first,\nAnd afterwards they moved me to delight;\n  Struck harmonies from silent chords which burst\n  Out into song, a song by memory nursed;\nForever unrenewed by touch or sight\nSleeps the keen magic of each day or night,\n  In pleasure and in wonder then immersed.\nAll Switzerland behind us on the ascent,\n  All Italy before us we plunged down\n    St. Gothard, garden of forget-me-not:\n    Yet why should such a flower choose such a spot?\nCould we forget that way which once we went\n  Though not one flower had bloomed to weave its crown?\n\n23.\n\nBeyond the seas we know stretch seas unknown,\n  Blue and bright-colored for our dim and green;\n  Beyond the lands we see, stretch lands unseen\nWith many-tinted tangle overgrown;\nAnd icebound seas there are like seas of stone,\n  Serenely stormless as death lies serene;\n  And lifeless tracks of sand, which intervene\nBetwixt the lands where living flowers are blown.\nThis dead and living world befits our case\n  Who live and die: we live in wearied hope,\nWe die in hope not dead; we run a race\nTo-day, and find no present halting-place;\n  All things we see lie far within our scope,\nAnd still we peer beyond with craving face.\n\n24.\n\nThe wise do send their hearts before them to\n  Dear blesséd Heaven, despite the veil between;\n  The foolish nurse their hearts within the screen\nOf this familiar world, where all we do\nOr have is old, for there is nothing new:\n  Yet elder far that world we have not seen;\n  God's Presence antedates what else hath been:\nMany the foolish seem, the wise seem few.\nOh foolishest fond folly of a heart\n  Divided, neither here nor there at rest!\n    That hankers after Heaven, but clings to earth;\n    That neither here nor there knows thorough mirth,\nHalf-choosing, wholly missing, the good part:--\n  Oh fool among the foolish, in thy quest.\n\n25.\n\nWhen we consider what this life we lead\n  Is not, and is; how full of toil and pain,\n  How blank of rest and of substantial gain,\nBeset by hunger earth can never feed,\nAnd propping half our hearts upon a reed;\n  We cease to mourn lost treasures mourned in vain,\n  Lost treasures we are fain and yet not fain\nTo fetch back for a solace of our need.\nFor who that feel this burden and this strain,\n  This wide vacuity of hope and heart,\nWould bring their cherished well-beloved again:\n  To bleed with them and wince beneath the smart,\nTo have with stinted bliss such lavish bane,\n  To hold in lieu of all so poor a part?\n\n26.\n\nThis Life is full of numbness and of balk,\n  Of haltingness and baffled short-coming,\n  Of promise unfulfilled, of everything\nThat is puffed vanity and empty talk:\nIts very bud hangs cankered on the stalk,\n  Its very song-bird trails a broken wing,\n  Its very Spring is not indeed like Spring,\nBut sighs like Autumn round an aimless walk.\nThis Life we live is dead for all its breath;\n  Death's self it is, set off on pilgrimage,\n  Travelling with tottering steps the first short stage:\n    The second stage is one mere desert dust\n    Where Death sits veiled amid creation's rust:--\nUnveil thy face, O Death who art not Death.\n\n27.\n\nI have dreamed of Death:--what will it be to die\n  Not in a dream, but in the literal truth\n  With all Death's adjuncts ghastly and uncouth,\nThe pang that is the last and the last sigh?\nToo dulled, it may be, for a last good-bye,\n  Too comfortless for any one to soothe,\n  A helpless charmless spectacle of ruth\nThrough long last hours, so long while yet they fly.\nSo long to those who hopeless in their fear\n  Watch the slow breath and look for what they dread:\nWhile I supine, with ears that cease to hear,\n    With eyes that glaze, with heart-pulse running down,\n  (Alas! no saint rejoicing on her bed),\n    May miss the goal at last, may miss a crown.\n\n28.\n\nIn life our absent friend is far away:\n  But death may bring our friend exceeding near,\n  Show him familiar faces long so dear\nAnd lead him back in reach of words we say.\nHe only cannot utter yea or nay\n  In any voice accustomed to our ear;\n  He only cannot make his face appear\nAnd turn the sun back on our shadowed day.\nThe dead may be around us, dear and dead;\n  The unforgotten dearest dead may be\n    Watching us, with unslumbering eyes and heart,\nBrimful of words which cannot yet be said,\n    Brimful of knowledge they may not impart,\n  Brimful of love for you and love for me.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B154","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B182","title":"\"For Thine Own Sake, O My God.\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Wearied of sinning, wearied of repentance,\n  Wearied of self, I turn, my God, to Thee;\nTo Thee, my Judge, on Whose all-righteous sentence\n    Hangs mine eternity:\nI turn to Thee, I plead Thyself with Thee,--\n    Be pitiful to me.\n\nWearied I loathe myself, I loathe my sinning,\n  My stains, my festering sores, my misery:\nThou the Beginning, Thou ere my beginning\n    Didst see and didst foresee\nMe miserable, me sinful, ruined me,--\n    I plead Thyself with Thee.\n\nI plead Thyself with Thee Who art my Maker,\n  Regard Thy handiwork that cries to Thee;\nI plead Thyself with Thee Who wast partaker\n    Of mine infirmity,\nLove made Thee what Thou art, the love of me,--\n    I plead Thyself with Thee.","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B182","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B182","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"7302cfdb2704d6a7d066539d0b05cc21d709177b91ac090b685889364c6ed56b","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B183","title":"Until The Day Break","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"When will the day bring its pleasure?\n  When will the night bring its rest?\nReaper and gleaner and thresher\n  Peer toward the east and the west:--\n  The Sower He knoweth, and He knoweth best.\n\nMeteors flash forth and expire,\n  Northern lights kindle and pale;\nThese are the days of desire,\n  Of eyes looking upward that fail;\n  Vanishing days as a finishing tale.\n\nBows down the crop in its glory\n  Tenfold, fifty-fold, hundred-fold;\nThe millet is ripened and hoary,\n  The wheat ears are ripened to gold:--\n  Why keep us waiting in dimness and cold?\n\nThe Lord of the harvest, He knoweth\n  Who knoweth the first and the last:\nThe Sower Who patiently soweth,\n  He scanneth the present and past:\n  He saith, \"What thou hast, what remaineth, hold fast.\"\n\nYet, Lord, o'er Thy toil-wearied weepers\n  The storm-clouds hang muttering and frown:\nOn threshers and gleaners and reapers,\n  O Lord of the harvest, look down;\n  Oh for the harvest, the shout, and the crown!\n\n\"Not so,\" saith the Lord of the reapers,\n  The Lord of the first and the last:\n\"O My toilers, My weary, My weepers,\n  What ye have, what remaineth, hold fast.\n  Hide in My heart till the vengeance be past.\"","themes":["love","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B183","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B185","title":"\"Of Him That Was Ready To Perish.\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Lord, I am waiting, weeping, watching for Thee:\n  My youth and hope lie by me buried and dead,\n  My wandering love hath not where to lay its head\n    Except Thou say \"Come to Me.\"\n\nMy noon is ended, abolished from life and light,\n  My noon is ended, ended and done away,\n  My sun went down in the hours that still were day,\n    And my lingering day is night.\n\nHow long, O Lord, how long in my desperate pain\n  Shall I weep and watch, shall I weep and long for Thee?\n  Is Thy grace ended, Thy love cut off from me?\n    How long shall I long in vain?\n\nO God Who before the beginning hast seen the end,\n  Who hast made me flesh and blood, not frost and not fire,\n  Who hast filled me full of needs and love and desire\n    And a heart that craves a friend,\n\nWho hast said \"Come to Me and I will give thee rest,\"\n  Who hast said \"Take on thee My yoke and learn of Me,\"\n  Who calledst a little child to come to Thee\n    And pillowedst John on Thy breast;\n\nWho spak'st to women that followed Thee sorrowing,\n  Bidding them weep for themselves and weep for their own;\n  Who didst welcome the outlaw adoring Thee all alone,\n    And plight Thy word as a King,--\n\nBy Thy love of these and of all that ever shall be,\n  By Thy love of these and of all the born and unborn,\n  Turn Thy gracious eyes on me and think no scorn\n    Of me, not even of me.\n\nBeside Thy Cross I hang on my cross in shame,\n  My wounds, weakness, extremity cry to Thee:\n  Bid me also to Paradise, also me\n    For the glory of Thy Name.","themes":["love","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B185","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B187","title":"\"Behold The Man!\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Shall Christ hang on the Cross, and we not look?\n  Heaven, earth, and hell stood gazing at the first,\n  While Christ for long-cursed man was counted cursed;\nChrist, God and Man, Whom God the Father strook\nAnd shamed and sifted and one while forsook:--\n  Cry shame upon our bodies we have nursed\n  In sweets, our souls in pride, our spirits immersed\nIn wilfulness, our steps run all acrook.\nCry shame upon us! for He bore our shame\n  In agony, and we look on at ease\nWith neither hearts on flame nor cheeks on flame:\n  What hast thou, what have I, to do with peace?\nNot to send peace but send a sword He came,\n  And fire and fasts and tearful night-watches.","themes":["spirituality","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B187","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B188","title":"The Descent From The Cross","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Is this the Face that thrills with awe\n  Seraphs who veil their face above?\nIs this the Face without a flaw,\n  The Face that is the Face of Love?\nYea, this defaced, a lifeless clod,\n  Hath all creation's love sufficed,\nHath satisfied the love of God,\n  This Face the Face of Jesus Christ.","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B188","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B188","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"80ad2fe7981e075c34cf7e85e63bc97b21d6ab48085a71fbdac81ef66d8e58f5","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B189","title":"\"It Is Finished.\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Dear Lord, let me recount to Thee\nSome of the great things thou hast done\n    For me, even me\n    Thy little one.\n\nIt was not I that cared for Thee,--\nBut Thou didst set Thy heart upon\n    Me, even me\n    Thy little one.\n\nAnd therefore was it sweet to Thee\nTo leave Thy Majesty and Throne,\n    And grow like me\n    A Little One,\n\nA swaddled Baby on the knee\nOf a dear Mother of Thine own,\n    Quite weak like me\n    Thy little one.\n\nThou didst assume my misery,\nAnd reap the harvest I had sown,\n    Comforting me\n    Thy little one.\n\nJerusalem and Galilee,--\nThy love embraced not those alone,\n    But also me\n    Thy little one.\n\nThy unblemished Body on the Tree\nWas bared and broken to atone\n    For me, for me\n    Thy little one.\n\nThou lovedst me upon the Tree,--\nStill me, hid by the ponderous stone,--\n    Me always,--me\n    Thy little one.\n\nAnd love of me arose with Thee\nWhen death and hell lay overthrown:\n    Thou lovedst me\n    Thy little one.\n\nAnd love of me went up with Thee\nTo sit upon Thy Father's Throne:\n    Thou lovest me\n    Thy little one.\n\nLord, as Thou me, so would I Thee\nLove in pure love's communion,\n    For Thou lov'st me\n    Thy little one:\n\nWhich love of me brings back with Thee\nTo Judgment when the Trump is blown,\n    Still loving me\n    Thy little one.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B189","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B192","title":"An Easter Carol","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Spring bursts to-day,\nFor Christ is risen and all the earth's at play.\n\n        Flash forth, thou Sun,\nThe rain is over and gone, its work is done.\n\n        Winter is past,\nSweet Spring is come at last, is come at last.\n\n        Bud, Fig and Vine,\nBud, Olive, fat with fruit and oil and wine.\n\n        Break forth this morn\nIn roses, thou but yesterday a Thorn.\n\n        Uplift thy head,\nO pure white Lily through the Winter dead.\n\n        Beside your dams\nLeap and rejoice, you merry-making Lambs.\n\n        All Herds and Flocks\nRejoice, all Beasts of thickets and of rocks.\n\n        Sing, Creatures, sing,\nAngels and Men and Birds and everything.\n\n        All notes of Doves\nFill all our world: this is the time of loves.","themes":["nature","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B192","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B194","title":"\"Behold A Shaking.\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"1.\n\nMan rising to the doom that shall not err,--\n  Which hath most dread: the arouse of all or each;\n  All kindreds of all nations of all speech,\nOr one by one of him and him and her?\nWhile dust reanimate begins to stir\n  Here, there, beyond, beyond, reach beyond reach;\n  While every wave refashions on the beach\nAlive or dead-in-life some seafarer.\nNow meeting doth not join or parting part;\n  True meeting and true parting wait till then,\n    When whoso meet are joined for evermore,\nFace answering face and heart at rest in heart:--\n    God bring us all rejoicing to the shore\n  Of happy Heaven, His sheep home to the pen.\n\n2.\n\nBlessèd that flock safe penned in Paradise;\n  Blessèd this flock which tramps in weary ways;\n  All form one flock, God's flock; all yield Him praise\nBy joy or pain, still tending toward the prize.\nJoy speaks in praises there, and sings and flies\n  Where no night is, exulting all its days;\n  Here, pain finds solace, for, behold, it prays;\nIn both love lives the life that never dies.\nHere life is the beginning of our death,\n  And death the starting-point whence life ensues;\n    Surely our life is death, our death is life:\n    Nor need we lay to heart our peace or strife,\nBut calm in faith and patience breathe the breath\n  God gave, to take again when He shall choose.","themes":["love","spirituality","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B194","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B196","title":"All Saints","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"They are flocking from the East\nAnd the West,\nThey are flocking from the North\nAnd the South,\nEvery moment setting forth\nFrom realm of snake or lion,\nSwamp or sand,\nIce or burning;\nGreatest and least,\nPalm in hand\nAnd praise in mouth,\nThey are flocking up the path\nTo their rest,\nUp the path that hath\nNo returning.\n\nUp the steeps of Zion\nThey are mounting,\nComing, coming,\nThrongs beyond man's counting;\nWith a sound\nLike innumerable bees\nSwarming, humming\nWhere flowering trees\nMany-tinted,\nMany-scented,\nAll alike abound\nWith honey,--\nWith a swell\nLike a blast upswaying unrestrainable\nFrom a shadowed dell\nTo the hill-tops sunny,--\nWith a thunder\nLike the ocean when in strength\nBreadth and length\nIt sets to shore;\nMore and more\nWaves on waves redoubled pour\nLeaping flashing to the shore\n(Unlike the under\nDrain of ebb that loseth ground\nFor all its roar.)\n\nThey are thronging\nFrom the East and West,\nFrom the North and South,\nSaints are thronging, loving, longing,\nTo their land\nOf rest,\nPalm in hand\nAnd praise in mouth.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B196","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B199","title":"\"Take Care Of Him.\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"\"Thou whom I love, for whom I died,\n  Lovest thou Me, My bride?\"--\nLow on my knees I love Thee, Lord,\n  Believed in and adored.\n\n\"That I love thee the proof is plain:\n  How dost thou love again?\"--\nIn prayer, in toil, in earthly loss,\n  In a long-carried cross.\n\n\"Yea, thou dost love: yet one adept\n  Brings more for Me to accept.\"--\nI mould my will to match with Thine,\n  My wishes I resign.\n\n\"Thou givest much: then give the whole\n  For solace of My soul.\"--\nMore would I give, if I could get:\n  But, Lord, what lack I yet?\n\n\"In Me thou lovest Me: I call\n  Thee to love Me in all.\"--\nBrim full my heart, dear Lord, that so\n  My love may overflow.\n\n\"Love Me in sinners and in saints,\n  In each who needs or faints.\"--\nLord, I will love Thee as I can\n  In every brother man.\n\n\"All sore, all crippled, all who ache,\n  Tend all for My dear sake.\"--\nAll for Thy sake, Lord: I will see\n  In every sufferer, Thee.\n\n\"So I at last, upon My Throne\n  Of glory, Judge alone,\nSo I at last will say to thee:\n  Thou diddest it to Me.\"","themes":["love","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B199","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B201","title":"A Martyr","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Inner not outer, without gnash of teeth\n  Or weeping, save quiet sobs of some who pray\n  And feel the Everlasting Arms beneath,--\nBlackness of darkness this, but not for aye;\n  Darkness that even in gathering fleeteth fast,\n  Blackness of blackest darkness close to day.\nLord Jesus, through Thy darkened pillar cast,\n  Thy gracious eyes all-seeing cast on me\n  Until this tyranny be overpast.\nMe, Lord, remember who remember Thee,\n  And cleave to Thee, and see Thee without sight,\n  And choose Thee still in dire extremity,\nAnd in this darkness worship Thee my Light,\n  And Thee my Life adore in shadow of death,\n  Thee loved by day, and still beloved by night.\nIt is the Voice of my Beloved that saith:\n  \"I am the Way, the Truth, the Life, I go\n  Whither that soul knows well that followeth\"--\n\nO Lord, I follow, little as I know;\n  At this eleventh hour I rise and take\n  My life into my hand, and follow so,\nWith tears and heart-misgivings and heart-ache;\n  Thy feeblest follower, yet Thy follower\n  Indomitable for Thine only sake.\nTo-night I gird my will afresh, and stir\n  My strength, and brace my heart to do and dare,\n  Marvelling: Will to-morrow wake the whirr\nOf the great rending wheel, or from his lair\n  Startle the jubilant lion in his rage,\n  Or clench the headsman's hand within my hair,\nOr kindle fire to speed my pilgrimage,\n  Chariot of fire and horses of sheer fire\n  Whirling me home to heaven by one fierce stage?\nThy Will I will, I Thy desire desire;\n  Let not the waters close above my head,\n  Uphold me that I sink not in this mire:\nFor flesh and blood are frail and sore afraid;\n  And young I am, unsatisfied and young,\n  With memories, hopes, with cravings all unfed,\nMy song half sung, its sweetest notes unsung,\n  All plans cut short, all possibilities,\n  Because my cord of life is soon unstrung.\nWas I a careless woman set at ease\n  That this so bitter cup is brimmed for me?\n\n  Had mine own vintage settled on the lees?\nA word, a puff of smoke, would set me free;\n  A word, a puff of smoke, over and gone:...\n  Howbeit, whom have I, Lord, in heaven but Thee?\nYea, only Thee my choice is fixed upon\n  In heaven or earth, eternity or time:--\n  Lord, hold me fast, Lord, leave me not alone,\nThy silly heartless dove that sees the lime\n  Yet almost flutters to the tempting bough:\n  Cover me, hide me, pluck me from this crime.\nA word, a puff of smoke, would save me now:...\n  But who, my God, would save me in the day\n  Of Thy fierce anger? only Saviour Thou.\nPreoccupy my heart, and turn away\n  And cover up mine eyes from frantic fear,\n  And stop mine ears lest I be driven astray:\nFor one stands ever dinning in mine ear\n  How my gray Father withers in the blight\n  Of love for me, who cruel am and dear;\nAnd how my Mother through this lingering night\n  Until the day, sits tearless in her woe,\n  Loathing for love of me the happy light\nWhich brings to pass a concourse and a show\n  To glut the hungry faces merciless,\nThe thousand faces swaying to and fro,\n  Feasting on me unveiled in helplessness\n\n  Alone,--yet not alone: Lord, stand by me\n  As once by lonely Paul in his distress.\nAs blossoms to the sun I turn to Thee;\n  Thy dove turns to her window, think no scorn;\n  As one dove to an ark on shoreless sea,\nTo Thee I turn mine eyes, my heart forlorn;\n  Put forth Thy scarred right Hand, kind Lord, take hold\n  Of me Thine all-forsaken dove who mourn:\nFor Thou hast loved me since the days of old,\n  And I love Thee Whom loving I will love\n  Through life's short fever-fits of heat and cold;\nThy Name will I extol and sing thereof,\n  Will flee for refuge to Thy Blessèd Name.\n  Lord, look upon me from thy bliss above:\nLook down on me, who shrink from all the shame\n  And pangs and desolation of my death,\n  Wrenched piecemeal or devoured or set on flame,\nWhile all the world around me holds its breath\n  With eyes glued on me for a gazing-stock,\n  Pitiless eyes, while no man pitieth.\nThe floods are risen, I stagger in their shock,\n  My heart reels and is faint, I fail, I faint:\n  My God, set Thou me up upon the rock,\nThou Who didst long ago Thyself acquaint\n  With death, our death; Thou Who didst long ago\n\n  Pour forth Thy soul for sinner and for saint.\nBear me in mind, whom no one else will know;\n  Thou Whom Thy friends forsook, take Thou my part,\n  Of all forsaken in mine overthrow;\nCarry me in Thy bosom, in Thy heart,\n  Carry me out of darkness into light,\n  To-morrow make me see Thee as Thou art.\nLover and friend Thou hidest from my sight:--\n  Alas, alas, mine earthly love, alas,\n  For whom I thought to don the garments white\nAnd white wreath of a bride, this rugged pass\n  Hath utterly divorced me from thy care;\n  Yea, I am to thee as a shattered glass\nWorthless, with no more beauty lodging there,\n  Abhorred, lest I involve thee in my doom:\n  For sweet are sunshine and this upper air,\nAnd life and youth are sweet, and give us room\n  For all most sweetest sweetnesses we taste:\n  Dear, what hast thou in common with a tomb?\nI bow my head in silence, I make haste\n  Alone, I make haste out into the dark,\n  My life and youth and hope all run to waste.\nIs this my body cold and stiff and stark,\n  Ashes made ashes, earth becoming earth,\n  Is this a prize for man to make his mark?\n\nAm I, that very I who laughed in mirth\n  A while ago, a little, little while,\n  Yet all the while a-dying since my birth?\nNow am I tired, too tired to strive or smile;\n  I sit alone, my mouth is in the dust:\n  Look Thou upon me, Lord, for I am vile.\nIn Thee is all my hope, is all my trust,\n  On Thee I centre all my self that dies,\n  And self that dies not with its mortal crust,\nBut sleeps and wakes, and in the end will rise\n  With hymns and hallelujahs on its lips,\n  Thee loving with the love that satisfies.\nAs once in Thine unutterable eclipse\n  The sun and moon grew dark for sympathy,\n  And earth cowered quaking underneath the drips\nOf Thy slow Blood priceless exceedingly,\n  So now a little spare me, and show forth\n  Some pity, O my God, some pity of me.\nIf trouble comes not from the south or north,\n  But meted to us by Thy tender hand,\n  Let me not in Thine eyes be nothing worth:\nBehold me where in agony I stand,\n  Behold me no man caring for my soul,\n  And take me to Thee in the far-off land,\nShorten the race and lift me to the goal.","themes":["love","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B201","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B207","title":"Why?","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Lord, if I love Thee and Thou lovest me,\n  Why need I any more these toilsome days;\n  Why should I not run singing up Thy ways\nStraight into heaven, to rest myself with Thee?\nWhat need remains of death-pang yet to be,\n  If all my soul is quickened in Thy praise;\n  If all my heart loves Thee, what need the amaze,\nStruggle and dimness of an agony?--\nBride whom I love, if thou too lovest Me,\n  Thou needs must choose My Likeness for thy dower:\n    So wilt thou toil in patience, and abide\n  Hungering and thirsting for that blessed hour\nWhen I My Likeness shall behold in thee,\n    And thou therein shalt waken satisfied.","themes":["love","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B207","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B208","title":"\"Love Is Strong As Death.\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"\"I have not sought Thee, I have not found Thee,\n   I have not thirsted for Thee:\n And now cold billows of death surround me,\n Buffeting billows of death astound me,--\n   Wilt Thou look upon, wilt Thou see\n   Thy perishing me?\"\n\n\"Yea, I have sought thee, yea, I have found thee,\n   Yea, I have thirsted for thee,\n Yea, long ago with love's bands I bound thee:\n Now the Everlasting Arms surround thee,--\n   Through death's darkness I look and see\n   And clasp thee to Me.\"","themes":["love","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B208","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B209","title":"Birchington Churchyard","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"A lowly hill which overlooks a flat,\n  Half sea, half country side;\n  A flat-shored sea of low-voiced creeping tide\nOver a chalky, weedy mat.\n\nA hill of hillocks, flowery and kept green\n  Round Crosses raised for hope,\n  With many-tinted sunsets where the slope\nFaces the lingering western sheen.\n\nA lowly hope, a height that is but low,\n  While Time sets solemnly,\n  While the tide rises of Eternity,\nSilent and neither swift nor slow.","themes":["hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B209","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B209","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B210","title":"One Sea-Side Grave","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Unmindful of the roses,\n  Unmindful of the thorn,\nA reaper tired reposes\n  Among his gathered corn:\n  So might I, till the morn!\n\nCold as the cold Decembers,\n  Past as the days that set,\nWhile only one remembers\n  And all the rest forget,--\n  But one remembers yet.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B210","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B210","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B211","title":"Brother Bruin","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"A dancing Bear grotesque and funny\nEarned for his master heaps of money,\nGruff yet good-natured, fond of honey,\nAnd cheerful if the day was sunny.\nPast hedge and ditch, past pond and wood\nHe tramped, and on some common stood;\nThere, cottage children circling gaily,\nHe in their midmost footed daily.\nPandean pipes and drum and muzzle\nWere quite enough his brain to puzzle:\nBut like a philosophic bear\nHe let alone extraneous care\nAnd danced contented anywhere.\n\nStill, year on year, and wear and tear,\nAge even the gruffest, bluffest bear.\nA day came when he scarce could prance,\nAnd when his master looked askance\nOn dancing Bear who would not dance.\n\nTo looks succeeded blows; hard blows\nBattered his ears and poor old nose.\nFrom bluff and gruff he waxed curmudgeon;\nHe danced indeed, but danced in dudgeon,\nCapered in fury fast and faster.\nAh, could he once but hug his master\nAnd perish in one joint disaster!\nBut deafness, blindness, weakness growing,\nNot fury's self could keep him going.\nOne dark day when the snow was snowing\nHis cup was brimmed to overflowing:\nHe tottered, toppled on one side,\nGrowled once, and shook his head, and died.\nThe master kicked and struck in vain,\nThe weary drudge had distanced pain\nAnd never now would wince again.\nThe master growled; he might have howled\nOr coaxed,--that slave's last growl was growled.\nSo gnawed by rancor and chagrin\nOne thing remained: he sold the skin.\n\nWhat next the man did is not worth\nYour notice or my setting forth,\nBut hearken what befell at last.\nHis idle working days gone past,\nAnd not one friend and not one penny\nStored up (if ever he had any\nFriends; but his coppers had been many),\nAll doors stood shut against him but\nThe workhouse door, which cannot shut.\nThere he droned on,--a grim old sinner,\nToothless, and grumbling for his dinner,\nUnpitied quite, uncared for much\n(The rate-payers not favoring such),\nHungry and gaunt, with time to spare;\nPerhaps the hungry, gaunt old Bear\nDanced back, a haunting memory.\nIndeed, I hope so, for you see\nIf once the hard old heart relented,\nThe hard old man may have repented.","themes":["love","hope","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B211","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B214","title":"\"A Helpmeet For Him.\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Woman was made for man's delight,--\n  Charm, O woman! Be not afraid!\nHis shadow by day, his moon by night,\n  Woman was made.\n\nHer strength with weakness is overlaid;\n  Meek compliances veil her might;\nHim she stays, by whom she is stayed.\n\nWorld-wide champion of truth and right,\n  Hope in gloom, and in danger aid,\nTender and faithful, ruddy and white,\n  Woman was made.","themes":["hope","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B214","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B214","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B215","title":"A Song Of Flight","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"While we slumber and sleep,\nThe sun leaps up from the deep,--\nDaylight born at the leap,--\nRapid, dominant, free,\nAthirst to bathe in the uttermost sea.\n\nWhile we linger at play--\nIf the year would stand at May!--\nWinds are up and away,\nOver land, over sea,\nTo their goal, wherever their goal may be.\n\nIt is time to arise,\nTo race for the promised prize;\nThe sun flies, the wind flies,\nWe are strong, we are free,\nAnd home lies beyond the stars and the sea.","themes":["time","night","home","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B215","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B216","title":"A Wintry Sonnet","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"A robin said: The Spring will never come,\n  And I shall never care to build again.\nA Rosebush said: These frosts are wearisome,\n  My sap will never stir for sun or rain.\nThe half Moon said: These nights are fogged and slow,\n  I neither care to wax nor care to wane.\nThe Ocean said: I thirst from long ago,\n  Because earth's rivers cannot fill the main.\nWhen springtime came, red Robin built a nest,\n  And trilled a lover's song in sheer delight.\n  Gray hoarfrost vanished, and the Rose with might\n  Clothed her in leaves and buds of crimson core.\nThe dim Moon brightened. Ocean sunned his crest,\n  Dimpled his blue,--yet thirsted evermore.","themes":["love","nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B216","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B216","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. Dramatic verse retains speaker labels. Page markers and prefatory prose omitted.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"9589a6d85bad7fa0fe214dc205ce9e5f4a3b8d79892b444b467ac3a5040d8be2","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B217","title":"Resurgam","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"From depth to height, from height to loftier height,\n  The climber sets his foot and sets his face,\n  Tracks lingering sunbeams to their halting-place,\nAnd counts the last pulsations of the light.\nStrenuous thro' day and unsurprised by night\n  He runs a race with Time, and wins the race,\n  Emptied and stripped of all save only Grace,\nWill, Love,--a threefold panoply of might.\nDarkness descends for light he toiled to seek;\n  He stumbles on the darkened mountain-head,\n    Left breathless in the unbreathable thin air,\n  Made freeman of the living and the dead,--\nHe wots not he has topped the topmost peak,\n    But the returning sun will find him there.","themes":["love","time","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B217","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B218","title":"To-Day'S Burden","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"\"Arise, depart, for this is not your rest.\"\n  Oh, burden of all burdens,--still to arise\n  And still depart, nor rest in any wise!\nRolling, still rolling thus to east from west,\nEarth journeys on her immemorial quest,\n  Whom a moon chases in no different guise.\n  Thus stars pursue their courses, and thus flies\nThe sun, and thus all creatures manifest\nUnrest, the common heritage, the ban\n  Flung broadcast on all humankind,--on all\n    Who live; for living, all are bound to die.\nThat which is old, we know that it is man.\n    These have no rest who sit and dream and sigh,\n  Nor have those rest who wrestle and who fall.","themes":["time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B218","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B219","title":"\"There Is A Budding Morrow In Midnight.\"","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Wintry boughs against a wintry sky;\n    Yet the sky is partly blue\n        And the clouds are partly bright.\nWho can tell but sap is mounting high\n        Out of sight,\nReady to burst through?\n\nWinter is the mother-nurse of Spring,\n    Lovely for her daughter's sake.\n        Not unlovely for her own;\nFor a future buds in everything\n        Grown or blown\nOr about to break.","themes":["nature","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B219","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B219","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. Original poem sequences remain together. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B220","title":"Exultate Deo","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"Many a flower hath perfume for its dower,\n    And many a bird a song,\nAnd harmless lambs milkwhite beside their dams\n    Frolic along,--\nPerfume and song and whiteness offering praise\n    In humble, peaceful ways.\n\nMan's high degree hath will and memory,\n    Affection and desire;\nBy loftier ways he mounts of prayer and praise,\n    Fire unto fire,\nDeep unto deep responsive, height to height,\n    Until he walk in white.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B220","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. Rossetti, Little, Brown (1906); Project Gutenberg 19188","sourceLocator":"B220","sourceNote":"Historical collected edition including A Pageant and Other Poems. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B221","title":"A Hope Carol","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"A night was near, a day was near;\n  Between a day and night\nI heard sweet voices calling clear,\n    Calling me:\nI heard a whirr of wing on wing,\n  But could not see the sight;\nI long to see my birds that sing,--\n    I long to see.\n\nBelow the stars, beyond the moon,\n  Between the night and day,\nI heard a rising falling tune\n    Calling me:\nI long to see the pipes and strings\n  Whereon such minstrels play;\nI long to see each face that sings,--\n    I long to see.\n\nTo-day or may be not to-day,\n  To-night or not to-night;\nAll voices that command or pray,\n    Calling me,\nShall kindle in my soul such fire,\n  And in my eyes such light,\nThat I shall see that heart's desire\n    I long to see.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B221","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B223","title":"Christmas Carols","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"1.\n\nWhoso hears a chiming for Christmas at the nighest,\n  Hears a sound like Angels chanting in their glee,\nHears a sound like palm-boughs waving in the highest,\n  Hears a sound like ripple of a crystal sea.\n\nSweeter than a prayer-bell for a saint in dying,\n  Sweeter than a death-bell for a saint at rest,\nMusic struck in Heaven with earth's faint replying,\n  \"Life is good, and death is good, for Christ is Best.\"\n\n2.\n\nA holy, heavenly chime\nRings fulness in of time,\nAnd on His Mother's breast\nOur Lord God ever-Blest\nIs laid a Babe at rest.\n\nStoop, Spirits unused to stoop,\nSwoop, Angels, flying swoop,\nAdoring as you gaze,\nUplifting hymns of praise,--\n\"Grace to the Full of Grace!\"\n\nThe cave is cold and strait\nTo hold the angelic state.\nMore strait it is, more cold,\nTo foster and infold\nIts Maker one hour old.\n\nThrilled through with awestruck love,\nMeek Angels poised above,\nTo see their God look down.\n\"What, is there never a Crown\nFor Him in swaddled gown?\n\n\"How comes He soft and weak\nWith such a tender cheek,\nWith such a soft, small hand?--\nThe very Hand which spann'd\nHeaven when its girth was plann'd.\n\n\"How comes He with a voice\nWhich is but baby-noise?--\nThat Voice which spake with might:\n'Let there be light!' and light\nSprang out before our sight.\n\n\"What need hath He of flesh\nMade flawless now afresh?\nWhat need of human heart?--\nHeart that must bleed and smart,\nChoosing the better part.\n\n\"But see: His gracious smile\nDismisses us a while\nTo serve Him in His kin.\nHaste we, make haste, begin\nTo fetch His brethren in.\"\n\nLike stars they flash and shoot,\nThe Shepherds they salute.\n\"Glory to God\" they sing;\n\"Good news of peace we bring,\nFor Christ is born a King.\"\n\n3.\n\nLo! newborn Jesus,\n  Soft and weak and small,\nWrapped in baby's bands\nBy His Mother's hands,\n  Lord God of all.\n\nLord God of Mary,\n  Whom His Lips caress\nWhile He rocks to rest\nOn her milky breast\n  In helplessness.\n\nLord God of shepherds\n  Flocking through the cold,\nFlocking through the dark\nTo the only Ark,\n  The only Fold.\n\nLord God of all things,\n  Be they near or far,\nBe they high or low;\nLord of storm and snow,\n  Angel and star.\n\nLord God of all men,--\n  My Lord and my God!\nThou who lovest me,\nKeep me close to Thee\n  By staff and rod.\n\nLo! newborn Jesus,\n  Loving great and small,\nLove's free Sacrifice,\nOpening Arms and Eyes\n  To one and all.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B223","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B228","title":"A Candlemas Dialogue","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"\"Love brought Me down; and cannot love make thee\nCarol for joy to Me?\nHear cheerful robin carol from his tree,\nWho owes not half to Me\nI won for thee.\"\n\n\"Yea, Lord, I hear his carol's wordless voice;\nAnd well may he rejoice\nWho hath not heard of death's discordant noise.\nSo might I too rejoice\nWith such a voice.\"\n\n\"True, thou hast compassed death; but hast not thou\nThe tree of life's own bough?\nAm I not Life and Resurrection now?\nMy Cross balm-bearing bough\nFor such as thou?\"\n\n\"Ah me, Thy Cross!--but that seems far away;\nThy Cradle-song to-day\nI too would raise, and worship Thee and pray:\nNot empty, Lord, to-day\nSend me away.\"\n\n\"If thou wilt not go empty, spend thy store;\nAnd I will give thee more,\nYea, make thee ten times richer than before.\nGive more and give yet more\nOut of thy store.\"\n\n\"Because Thou givest me Thyself, I will\nThy blessed word fulfil,\nGive with both hands, and hoard by giving still;\nThy pleasure to fulfil,\nAnd work Thy Will.\"","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B228","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B230","title":"Mary Magdalene And The Other Mary","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"A SONG FOR ALL MARIES.\n\nOur Master lies asleep and is at rest;\n  His Heart has ceased to bleed, His Eye to weep.\nThe sun ashamed has dropt down in the west;\n  Our Master lies asleep.\n\n  Now we are they who weep, and trembling keep\nVigil, with wrung heart in a sighing breast,\n  While slow time creeps, and slow the shadows creep.\n\nRenew Thy youth, as eagle from the nest;\n  O Master, who hast sown, arise to reap:\nNo cock-crow yet, no flush on eastern crest;\n  Our Master lies asleep.","themes":["love","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B230","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"rossetti-B231","title":"Patience Of Hope","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / sequence","text":"The flowers that bloom in sun and shade\n  And glitter in the dew,\n    The flowers must fade.\nThe birds that build their nest and sing\n  When lovely spring is new,\n    Must soon take wing.\n\nThe sun that rises in his strength\n  To wake and warm the world,\n    Must set at length.\nThe sea that overflows the shore\n  With billows frothed and curled,\n    Must ebb once more.\n\nAll come and go, all wax and wane,\n  O Lord, save only Thou\n    Who dost remain\nThe Same to all eternity.\n  All things which fail us now\n    We trust to Thee.","themes":["nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/19188/pg19188-images.html#B231","sourceId":"rossetti","sourceEdition":"Poems, Christina G. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"tulsi-bal-1","title":"तन की दुति स्याम सरोरुह, लोचन कंज की मंजुलताई हरैं","poet":"तुलसीदास · Tulsidas","lang":"hi","form":"कवित्त / सवैया","text":"तन की दुति स्याम सरोरुह, लोचन कंज की मंजुलताई हरैं।\nअति सुंदर सोहत धूरि भरे, छवि भूरि अनंग की दूरि धरैं॥\nदमकैँ दँतियाँ दुति दामिनि ज्यों, किलकै कल बाल-विनोद करैं।\nअवधेस के बालक चारि सदा तुलसी-मन-मंदिर में बिहरैं॥","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://hi.wikisource.org/wiki/कवितावली/बालकाण्ड#३०","sourceId":"tulsi-bal","sourceEdition":"कवितावली, तुलसीदास; चम्पाराम मिश्र टीका सहित, इंडियन प्रेस (1933) — बालकाण्ड","sourceLocator":"पृष्ठ:कवितावली.pdf/३०; verse unit 1","sourceNote":"Original Tulsidas verse only, from Hindi Wikisource pages marked proofread or validated. Commentary, glossary and quoted verse in the commentary are excluded. Footnote and page markers removed; source spelling retained. 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Editorial commentary and quoted other poets omitted. 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Editorial commentary and quoted other poets omitted. 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Editorial commentary and quoted other poets omitted. 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Footnote markers are omitted; original wording and verse numbers are retained. Attribution follows the edition and is not a new scholarly verification. Historical language may reflect prejudices of its period. Reading units follow verse numbers where supplied; otherwise the section is kept together.","license":"CC BY-SA 4.0 transcription, Hindi Wikisource contributors; underlying Rahim verses are public domain","licenseUrl":"https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/","contentHash":"be20798a8a17a0ac73188e2c4e338c6c6a0d07a9f1478fededb4d25aa7cffbe3","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"rahim-madan-section","title":"मदनाष्टक","poet":"रहीम · Rahim","lang":"hi","form":"काव्य","text":"१\n\n मनसि मम नितान्तम् आयकैं बासु कीया।\n तन धन सब मेरा मान तैं छीन लीया॥\n अति चतुर मृगाक्षी देखतैं मौन भागी।\n मदन शिरसि भूयः क्या बला आन लागी॥\n\n  २\n\n बहत मरुति मन्दम् मैं उठी राति जागी।\n शशिकर-कर लागें सेल ते पैन बागी॥\n अहह विगत स्वामी क्या करौं मैं अभागी।\n मदन शिरसि भूयः क्या बला आन लागी॥\n\n  ३\n\n हर नयन हुताशम् ज्वालया जो जलाया।\n रति-नयन जलौघै खाख बाकी बहाया॥\n तदपि दहति चित्तम् मामकम् क्या करौंगी।\n मदन शिरसि भूयः क्या बला आन लागी॥\n\n  ४\n\n विगत घन निशीथे चाँद की रोशनाई।\n सघन वन निकुंजे कान्ह बंसी बजाई॥\n सुत पति गतनिद्रा स्वामियाँ छोड़ भागीं।\n मदन शिरसि भूयः क्या बला आन लागी॥\n\nहिम ऋतु रतिधामा सेज लोटौं अकेली।\n उठत बिरह ज्वाला क्यों सहौं री सहेली॥\n चकित नयन बाला तत्र निद्रा नलागी।\n मदन शिरसि भूयः क्या बलाआन लागी॥\n\n  ६\n\n कमल मुकुल मध्ये राति को ऐ सयानी।\n लखि मधुकर बंधम् तू भई री दिवानी॥\n तदुपरि मधुकाले कोकिला देखि भागी।\n मदन शिरसि भूयः क्या बला आन लागी॥\n\n  ७\n\n तव बदन मयंकी ब्रह्म की चोप बाढ़ी।\n मुख कवँ लखि भूपै चाँद ते कांति गाढ़ी॥\n मदन-मथित रंभा देखतै मोहि भागी।\n मदन शिरसि भूयः क्या बला आन लागी॥\n\n  ८\n\n नभासि घन घनान्ते है घनी कैसि छाया।\n पथिक जन बधूनाम् जन्म केता गँवाया॥\n इति बदति पठानी मन्मथांगी  विरागी।\n मदन शिरसि भूयः क्या बला आन लागी॥","themes":["nature","time","loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://hi.wikisource.org/wiki/रहीम-कवितावली/मदनाष्टक","sourceId":"rahim-madan","sourceEdition":"रहीम-कवितावली, संपादक सुरेन्द्रनाथ तिवारी, नवलकिशोर प्रेस, लखनऊ (1926), मदनाष्टक","sourceLocator":"section","sourceNote":"Hindi Wikisource contributors’ transcription of the scan-backed 1926 edition. Footnote markers are omitted; original wording and verse numbers are retained. Attribution follows the edition and is not a new scholarly verification. Historical language may reflect prejudices of its period. Reading units follow verse numbers where supplied; otherwise the section is kept together.","license":"CC BY-SA 4.0 transcription, Hindi Wikisource contributors; underlying Rahim verses are public domain","licenseUrl":"https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/","contentHash":"06c93709b897482ca269114f02bd40e36269bdcbbb5e80cc8c2edd14504d5e4e","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null},{"id":"oxford-1","title":"Cuckoo Song","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SUMER is icumen in,\n Lhude sing cuccu!\n Groweth sed, and bloweth med,\n And springth the wude nu—\n Sing cuccu!\n\nAwe bleteth after lomb,\n Lhouth after calve cu;\n Bulluc sterteth, bucke verteth,\n Murie sing cuccu!\n\nCuccu, cuccu, well singes thu, cuccu:\n Ne swike thu naver nu;\n Sing cuccu, nu, sing cuccu,\n Sing cuccu, sing cuccu, nu!","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_1","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"1","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. Only author groups with recorded rights evidence are imported.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"93149efc1a05bb65775a3d3dabd6c339fcc2bc9e54792ad553c7710321789cef","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"NUMBER PAGE 1. - 7. Anonymous. XIII-XIV Century 1-10 8. Robert Mannyng of Brunne. b. 1260, d. 1340. 10 9. John Barbour. d. 1395 10-11 10. - 12. Geoffrey Chaucer. b. ? 1340, d. 1400 11-14 13. Thomas Hoccleve. b. 1368-9, d. ? 1450 14-15 14. John Lydgate.    b. ? 1370, d. ? 1450 15 15. King James I of Scotland. b. 1394, d. 1437 15 16. - 17. Robert Henryson. b. 1425, d. ? 1500 16-25 18. - 21. William Dunbar. b. 1465, d. ? 1520 25-33 22. - 29. Anonymous. XV-XVI Century 33-57 30. - 31. John Skelton. b. ? 1460, d. 1529 57-59 32. - 33. Stephen Hawes. d. 1523 59-60 34. - 38. Sir Thomas Wyatt. b. 1503, d. 1542 60-65 39. - 41. Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey b. 1516, d. 1547 65-68 42. Nicholas Grimald. b. 1519, d. 1562 68-69 43. - 44. Alexander Scott. b. ? 1520, d. 158- 69-71 45. Robert Wever. c. 1550 72 46. Richard Edwardes. b. 1523, d. 1566 72-73 47. George Gascoigne. b. 1523, d. 1566 74-75 48. Alexander Mongtomerie. b. ? 1540, d. ? 1610 75-77 49. William Stevenson. b. 1530, d. 1575 77-78 50. - 72. Anonymous. XVI-XVII Century 79-99 73. - 74. Nicholas Breton. b. 1542, d. 1626 100-102 75. - 78. Sir Walter Raleigh. b. 1552, d. 1618 102-104 79. - 84. Edmund Spenser. b. 1552, d. 1599 104-129 85. - 86. John Lyly. b. 1533, d. 1606 129-130 87. Anthony Munday. b. 1553, d. 1633 130 88. - 95. Sir Philip Sidney. b. 1554, d. 1586 131-136 96. Fulke Greville, Lord Brooke. b. 1554, d. 1628 136-137 97. - 100. Thomas Lodge. b. ? 1556, d. 1625 137-141 101. - 102. George Peele. b. ? 1558, d. 1597 141-143 103. - 105. Robert Greene. b. ? 1560, d. 1592 143-145 106. Alexander Hume. b. 1560, d. 1609 146-150 107. George Chapman. b. 1560, d. 1634 150 108. - 109. Robert Southwell. b. 1561, d. 1595 151-153 {xiv} 110. Henry Constable. b. ? 1562, d. ? 1613 153 111. - 113. Samuel Daniel. b. 1562, d. 1619 153-159 114. Mark Alexander Boyd. b. 1563, d. 1601 160 115. Joshua Sylvester, b. 1563, d. 1618. 160-161 116. - 120. Michael Drayton. b. 1563, d. 1631 161-173 121. Christopher Marlowe. b. 1564, d. 1593 173-174 122. Sir Walter Raleigh. b. 1552, d. 1618 174-175 123. - 164. William Shakespeare. b. 1564, d. 1616 175-200 165. Richard Rowlands. b. 1565, d. ? 1630 200-201 166. - 167. Thomas Nashe. b. 1567, d. 1601 201-203 168. - 176. Thomas Campion. b. ? 1567, d. 1619 203-209 177. John Reynolds. XVI Century 209-210 178. - 180. Sir Henry Wotton. b. 1568, d. 1639 210-212 181. Sir John Davies. b. 1569, d. 1626 212-213 182. - 183. Sir Robert Ayton. b. 1570, d. 1638 213-215 184. - 194. Ben Jonson.    b. 1573, d. 1637 215-225 195. - 202. John Donne. b. 1573, d. 1631 225-231 203. Richard Barnefield. b. 1574, d. 1627 232 204. Thomas Dekker. b. 1575, d. 1641 233 205. - 206. Thomas Heywood. b. ? 157-, d. 1650 233-235 207. - 217. John Fletcher. b. 1579, d. 1625 235-241 218. - 220. John Webster. d. ? 1630 242-243 221. William Alexander, Earl of Stirling. b. ? 1580, d. 1640 243-244 222. Phineas Fletcher. b. 1580, d. 1650 244 223. Sir John Beaumont. b. 1583, d. 1627 245 224. - 232. William Drummond, of Hawthornden. b. 1585, d. 1649 245-250 233. Giles Fletcher. b. 158-, d. 1623 250-252 234. Francis Beaumont. b. 1586, d. 1616 252 235. John Ford. b. 1586, d. 1639 253 236. - 239. George Wither. b. 1588, d. 1667 253-260 240. - 246. William Browne, of Tavistock. b. 1588, d. 1643 260-264 247. - 275. Robert Herrick. b. 1591, d. 1674 264-284 276. - 277. Francis Quarles. b. 1592, d. 1644 285 278. - 280. Henry King, Bishop of Chichester. b. 1592, d. 1669 286-290 281. - 286. George Herbert. b. 1593, d. 1632 290-295 287. - 288. James Shirley. b. 1596, d. 1666 295-296 289. - 295. Thomas Carew. b ? 1595, d. ? 1639 297-301 296. Jasper Mayne. b. 1604, d. 1672 301-302 297. - 298. William Habington. b. 1605, d. 1654 302-304 299. - 300. Thomas Randolph. b. 1605, d. 1635 305-308 301. - 303. Sir William Davenant. b. 1606, d. 1668 308-309 {xv} 304. - 306. Edmund Waller. b. 1606, d. 1687 310-311 307. - 324. John Milton. b. 1608, d. 1674 311-347 325. - 328. Sir John Suckling. b. 1609, d. 1642 347-350 329. Sir Richard Fanshawe. b. 1608, d. 1666 350 330. - 333. William Cartwright. b. 1611, d. 1643 351-353 334. James Graham, Marquis of Montrose. b. 1612, d. 1650 353-354 335. Thomas Jordan. b. ? 1612, d. 1685 354-355 336. - 342. Richard Crashaw. b. ? 1613, d. 1649 355-370 343. - 348. Richard Lovelace. b. 1618, d. 1658 370-374 349. - 353. Abraham Cowley. b. 1618, d. 1667 374-380 354. Alexander Brome. b. 1620, d. 1666 381 355. - 361. Andrew Marvell. b. 1621, d. 1678 382-394 362. - 365. Henry Vaughan. b. 1621, d. 1695 395-399 366. John Bunyan. b. 1628, d. 1688 399 367. - 392. Anonymous: Ballads 400-459 393. William Strode. b. 1602, d. 1645 459 394. Thomas Stanley. b. 1625, d. 1678 460 395. Thomas D’Urfey. b. 1653, d. 1723 460-461 396. Charles Cotton. b. 1630, d. 1687 461 397. Katherine Philips (‘Orinda’). b. 1631, d. 1664 462 398. - 402. John Dryden. b. 1631, d. 1700 462-471 403. Charles Webbe. c. 1678 472 404. - 405. Sir George Etherege. b. 1635, d. 1691 472-473 406. Thomas Traherne. b. ? 1637, d. 1674 473-475 407. Thomas Flatman. b. 1637, d. 1688 475-476 408. Charles Sackville, Earl of Dorset. b. 1638, d. 1706 476-478 409. - 410. Sir Charles Sedley. b. 1639, d. 1701 479-480 411. - 412. Aphra Behn. b. 1640, d. 1689 480-481 413. - 416. John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester. b. 1647, d. 1680 481-484 417. - 418. John Sheffield, Duke of Buckinghamshire. b. 1649, d. 1720 485-486 419. Thomas Otway. b. 1652, d. 1685 486 420. John Oldham. b. 1653, d. 1683 487 421. John Cutts, Lord Cutts. b. 1661, d. 1707 487 422. - 428. Matthew Prior. b. 1664, d. 1721 488-493 429. William Walsh. b. 1663, d. 1708 493 430. Lady Grisel Baillie. b. 1665, d. 1746 494-495 431. - 432. William Congreve. b. 1670, d. 1729 495-496 433. Joseph Addison. b. 1672, d. 1719 496-497 434. - 435. Isaac Watts. b. 1674, d. 1748 497-500 436. Thomas Parnell. b. 1679, d. 1718 501 {xvi} 437. Allan Ramsay. b. 1686, d. 1758 501-502 438. William Oldys. b. 1687, d. 1761 503 439. John Gay. b. 1688, d. 1732 503 440. - 442. Alexander Pope. b. 1688, d. 1744 504-507 443. George Bubb Dodington, Lord Melcombe. b. 1691, d. 1762 508 444. - 445. Henry Carey. b. ? 1693, d. 1743 509-511 446. - 447. William Broome. d. 1745 511-512 448. James Thomson. b. 1700, d. 1748 512 449. George Lyttelton, Lord Lyttelton. b. 1709, d. 1773 512-513 450. - 451. Samuel Johnson. b. 1709, d. 1784 513-516 452. Richard Jago. b. 1715, d. 1781 516 453. - 456. Thomas Gray. b. 1716, d. 1771 516-528 457. - 460. William Collins. b. 1721, d. 1759 528-533 461. - 463. Mark Akenside. b. 1721, d. 1770 534-537 464. Tobias George Smollett. b. 1721, d. 1771 538 465. Christopher Smart. b. 1722, d. 1770 538-542 466. Jane Elliot. b. 1727, d. 1805 542-543 467. - 468. Oliver Goldsmith. b. 1728, d. 1774 543-544 469. Robert Cunninghame-Graham of Gartmore. b. 1735, d. 1797 544-545 470. - 471. William Cowper. b. 1731, d. 1800 545-547 472. James Beattie. b. 1735, d. 1803 548 473. Isobel Pagan. b. 1740, d. 1821 548-549 474. Anna Lætitia Barbauld. b. 1743, d. 1825 549-550 475. Fanny Greville. XVIII Century 550-551 476. John Logan. b. 1748, d. 1788 551-552 477. Lady Anne Lindsay. b. 1750, d. 1825 552-553 478. Sir William Jones. b. 1746, d. 1794 554 479. Thomas Chatterton. b. 1752, d. 1770 554-556 480. - 482. George Crabbe. b. 1754, d. 1832 556-557 483. - 492. William Blake. b. 1757, d. 1827 558-566 493. - 506. Robert Burns. b. 1759, d. 1796 566-577 507. - 508. Henry Rowe. b. 1750, d. 1819 578-579 509. William Lisle Bowles. b. 1762, d. 1850 579 510. Joanna Baillie. b. 1762, d. 1851 580 511. Mary Lamb. b. 1765, d. 1847 581 512. Carolina, Lady Nairne. b. 1766, d. 1845 581-582 513. - 514. James Hogg. b. 1770, d. 1835 582-594 515. - 541. William Wordsworth. b. 1770, d. 1850 594-618 542. - 548. Sir Walter Scott. b. 1771, d. 1832 619-628 549. - 555. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. b. 1772, d. 1834 628-658 556. Robert Southey. b. 1774, d. 1843 658-659 {xvii} 557. - 576. 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Anonymous 1058"},{"id":"oxford-2","title":"Alison","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"BYTUENE Mershe ant Averil\n When spray biginneth to spring,\n The lutel foul hath hire wyl\n On hyre kid to synge:\n Ich libbe in love-longinge\n For semlokest of alle thynge,\n He may me blisse bringe,\n Icham in hire bandoun.\n An hendy hap ichabbe y-hent,\n Ichot from hevene it is me sent,\n From alle wymmen my love is lent\n Ant lyht on Alisoun.\n\nOn heu hire her is fayr ynoh,\n Hire browe broune, hire eye blake;\n With lossum chere he on me loh;\n With middel smal ant wel y-make;\n Bote he me wolle to hire take\n For to buen hire owen make,\n Long to lyven ichulle forsake\n Ant feye fallen adoun.\n An hendy hap, etc.\n\nNihtes when I wende and wake,\n For-thi myn wonges waxeth won;\n\nLEVEDI, al for thine sake\n Longinge is y-lent me on.\n In world his non so wyter mon\n That al hire bountè telle con;\n Hire swyre is whittore than the swon,\n Ant feyrest may in toune.\n An hendy hap, etc.\n\nIcham for wowyng al for-wake,\n Wery so water in wore;\n Lest eny reve me my make\n Ichabbe y-yerned yore.\n Betere is tholien whyle sore\n Then mournen evermore.\n Geynest under gore,\n Herkne to my roun—\n An hendy hap, etc.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_2","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"2","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"2."},{"id":"oxford-3","title":"Spring-tide","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"LENTEN ys come with love to toune,\n With blosmen ant with briddes roune,\n That al this blisse bryngeth;\n Dayes-eyes in this dales,\n Notes suete of nyhtegales,\n Vch foul song singeth;\n\nTHE threstlecoc him threteth oo,\n Away is huere wynter wo,\n When woderove springeth;\n This foules singeth ferly fele,\n Ant wlyteth on huere winter wele,\n That al the wode ryngeth.\n\nThe rose rayleth hire rode,\n The leves on the lyhte wode\n Waxen al with wille;\n The mone mandeth hire bleo,\n The lilie is lossom to seo,\n The fenyl ant the fille;\n Wowes this wilde drakes,\n Miles murgeth huere makes;\n Ase strem that striketh stille,\n Mody meneth; so doth mo\n (Ichot ycham on of tho)\n For loue that likes ille.\n\nThe mone mandeth hire lyht,\n So doth the semly sonne bryht.\n When briddes singeth breme;\n Deowes donketh the dounes,\n Deores with huere derne rounes\n Domes forte deme;\n\nWORMES woweth under cloude,\n Wymmen waxeth wounder proude,\n So wel hit wol hem seme,\n Yef me shal wonte wille of on,\n This wunne weole y wole forgon\n Ant wyht in wode be fleme.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_3","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"3","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"2."},{"id":"oxford-4","title":"Blow, Northern Wind","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ICHOT a burde in boure bryht,\n That fully semly is on syht,\n Menskful maiden of myht;\n Feir ant fre to fonde;\n In al this wurhliche won\n A burde of blod ant of bon\n Never yete y nuste non\n Lussomore in londe.\n Blou northerne wynd!\n Send thou me my suetyng!\n Blou northerne wynd! blou, blou, blou!\n\nWith lokkes lefliche ant longe,\n With frount ant face feir to fonge,\n With murthes monie mote heo monge,\n That brid so breme in boure.\n\nWITH lossom eye grete ant gode,\n With browen blysfol under hode,\n He that reste him on the Rode,\n That leflych lyf honoure.\n Blou northerne wynd, etc.\n\nHire lure lumes liht,\n Ase a launterne a nyht,\n Hire bleo blykyeth so bryht,\n So feyr heo is ant fyn.\n A suetly swyre heo hath to holde.\n With armes shuldre ase mon wolde,\n Ant fingres feyre forte folde,\n God wolde hue were myn!\n Blou northerne wynd, etc.\n\nHeo is coral of godnesse,\n Heo is rubie of ryhtfulnesse,\n Heo is cristal of clannesse,\n Ant baner of bealtè.\n Heo is lilie of largesse,\n Heo is parvenke of prouesse,\n Heo is solsecle of suetnesse,\n Ant lady of lealtè.\n\nFor hire love y carke ant care,\n For hire love y droupne ant dare,\n For hire love my blisse is bare\n Ant al ich waxe won,\n\nFOR hire love in slep y slake,\n For hire love al nyht ich wake,\n For hire love mournynge y make\n More then eny mon.\n Blou northerne wynd!\n Send thou me my suetyng!\n Blou northerne wynd! blou, blou, blou!","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_4","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"4","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"2."},{"id":"oxford-5","title":"This World’s Joy","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WYNTER wakeneth al my care,\n Nou this leves waxeth bare;\n Ofte I sike ant mourne sare\n When hit cometh in my thoht\n Of this worldes joie, hou hit goth al to noht.\n\nNou hit is, and nou hit nys,\n Al so hit ner nere, ywys;\n That moni mon seith, soth hit ys:\n Al goth bote Godes wille:\n Alle we shule deye, thah us like ylle.\n\nAl that gren me graueth grene,\n Nou hit faleweth albydene:\n Jesu, help that hit be sene\n Ant shild us from helle!\n For y not whider y shal, ne hou longe her duelle.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_5","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"5","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"2."},{"id":"oxford-6","title":"A Hymn to the Virgin","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"OF on that is so fayr and bright\n Velut maris stella,\n Brighter than the day is light,\n Parens et puella:\n Ic crie to the, thou see to me,\n Levedy, preye thi Sone for me,\n Tam pia,\n That ic mote come to thee\n Maria.\n\nAl this world was for-lore\n Eva peccatrice,\n Tyl our Lord was y-bore\n De te genetrice.\n With ave it went away\n Thuster nyth and comz the day\n Salutis;\n The welle springeth ut of the,\n Virtutis.\n\nLevedy, flour of alle thing,\n Rosa sine spina,\n Thu bere Jhesu, hevene king,\n Gratia divina:\n Of alle thu ber’st the pris,\n Levedy, quene of paradys\n Electa:\n Mayde milde, moder es\n Effecta.","themes":["spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_6","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"6","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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Of a rose, a lovely rose,\n Of a rose is al myn song.\n\nLESTENYT, lordynges, both elde and yinge,\n How this rose began to sprynge;\n Swych a rose to myn lykynge\n In al this word ne knowe I non.\n\nThe Aungil came fro hevene tour,\n To grete Marye with gret honour,\n And seyde sche xuld bere the flour\n That xulde breke the fyndes bond.\n\nThe flour sprong in heye Bedlem,\n That is bothe bryht and schen:\n The rose is Mary hevene qwyn,\n Out of here bosum the blosme sprong.\n\nThe ferste braunche is ful of myht,\n That sprang on Cyrstemesse nyht,\n The sterre schon over Bedlem bryht\n That is bothe brod and long.\n\nThe secunde braunche sprong to helle,\n The fendys power doun to felle:\n Therein myht non sowle dwelle;\n Blyssid be the time the rose sprong!\n\nThe thredde braunche is good and swote,\n It sprang to hevene crop and rote,\n Therein to dwellyn and ben our bote;\n Every day it schewit in prystes hond.\n\nPREY we to here with gret honour,\n Che that bar the blyssid flowr,\n Che be our helpe and our socour\n And schyd us fro the fyndes bond.","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_7","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"7","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"2."},{"id":"oxford-8","title":"Praise of Women","poet":"Robert Mannyng Of Brunne","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"NO thyng ys to man so dere\n As wommanys love in gode manere.\n A gode womman is mannys blys,\n There her love right and stedfast ys.\n There ys no solas under hevene\n Of alle that a man may nevene\n That shulde a man so moche glew\n As a gode womman that loveth true.\n Ne derer is none in Goddis hurde\n Than a chaste womman with lovely worde.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_8","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"8","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. 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Fredome is a noble thing!\n Fredome mays man to haiff liking;\n Fredome all solace to man giffis,\n He levys at ese that frely levys!\n A noble hart may haiff nane ese,\n Na ellys nocht that may him plese,\n\nGYFF fredome fail; for fre liking\n Is yarnyt our all othir thing.\n Na he that ay has levyt fre\n May nocht knaw weill the propyrtè,\n The angyr, na the wretchyt dome\n That is couplyt to foule thyrldome.\n Bot gyff he had assayit it,\n Than all perquer he suld it wyt;\n And suld think fredome mar to prise\n Than all the gold in warld that is.\n Thus contrar thingis evirmar\n Discoweryngis off the tothir ar.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_9","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"9","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"d. 1395"},{"id":"oxford-10","title":"The Love Unfeigned","poet":"Geoffrey Chaucer","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O yonge fresshe folkes, he or she,\n In which that love up groweth with your age,\n Repeyreth hoom from worldly vanitee,\n And of your herte up-casteth the visage\n To thilke god that after his image\n Yow made, and thinketh al nis but a fayre\n This world, that passeth sone as floures fayre.\n\nAnd loveth him, the which that right for love\n Upon a cros, our soules for to beye,\n First starf, and roos, and sit in hevene a-bove;\n For he nil falsen no wight, dar I seye,\n That wol his herte al hoolly on him leye.\n And sin he best to love is, and most meke,\n What nedeth feyned loves for to seke?","themes":["love","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_10","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"10","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1340?-1400"},{"id":"oxford-11","title":"Balade","poet":"Geoffrey Chaucer","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HYD, Absolon, thy gilte tresses clere;\n Ester, ley thou thy meknesse al a-doun;\n Hyd, Jonathas, al thy frendly manere;\n Penalopee, and Marcia Catoun,\n Mak of your wyfhod no comparisoun;\n Hyde ye your beautes, Isoude and Eleyne;\n My lady cometh, that al this may disteyne.\n\nThy faire body, lat hit nat appere,\n Lavyne; and thou, Lucresse of Rome toun,\n And Polixene, that boghten love so dere,\n And Cleopatre, with al thy passioun,\n Hyde ye your trouthe of love and your renoun;\n And thou, Tisbe, that hast of love swich peyne;\n My lady cometh, that al this may disteyne.\n\nHerro, Dido, Laudomia, alle y-fere,\n And Phyllis, hanging for thy Demophoun,\n And Canace, espyed by thy chere,\n Ysiphile, betraysed with Jasoun,\n Maketh of your trouthe neyther boost ne soun;\n Nor Ypermistre or Adriane, ye tweyne;\n My lady cometh, that al this may distevne.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_11","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"11","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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CAPTIVITY\n\nYOUR eyen two wol slee me sodenly,\n I may the beautè of hem not sustene,\n So woundeth hit through-out my herte kene.\n\nAnd but your word wol helen hastily\n My hertes wounde, whyl that hit is grene,\n Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly,\n I may the beautè of hem not sustene.\n\nUpon my trouthe I sey yow feithfully,\n That ye ben of my lyf and deeth the quene;\n For with my deeth the trouthe shal be sene.\n Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly,\n I may the beautè of hem not sustene,\n So woundeth hit through-out my herte kene.\n\n2. REJECTION\n\nSO hath your beautè fro your herte chaced\n Pitee, that me ne availeth not to pleyne;\n For Daunger halt your mercy in his cheyne.\n\nGiltles my deeth thus han ye me purchaced;\n I sey yow sooth, me nedeth not to feyne;\n So hath your beautè fro your herte chaced\n Pitee, that me ne availeth not to pleyne.\n\nAllas! that nature hath in yow compassed\n So greet beautè, that no man may atteyne\n To mercy, though he sterve for the peyne.\n So hath your beautè fro your herte chaced\n Pitee, that me ne availeth not to pleyne;\n For Daunger halt your mercy in his cheyne.\n\n3. ESCAPE\n\nSIN I fro Love escaped am so fat,\n I never thenk to ben in his prison lene;\n Sin I am free, I counte him not a bene.\n\nHE may answere, and seye this or that;\n I do no fors, I speke right as I mene.\n Sin I fro Love escaped am so fat,\n I never thenk to ben in his prison lene.\n\nLove hath my name y-strike out of his sclat,\n And he is strike out of my bokes clene\n For ever-mo; ther is non other mene.\n Sin I fro Love escaped am so fat,\n I never thenk to ben in his prison lene;\n Sin I am free, I counte him not a bene.","themes":["love","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_12","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"12","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1340?-1400"},{"id":"oxford-13","title":"Lament for Chaucer","poet":"Thomas Hoccleve","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ALLAS! my worthi maister honorable,\n This landes verray tresor and richesse!\n Deth by thy deth hath harme irreparable\n Unto us doon: hir vengeable duresse\n Despoiled hath this land of the swetnesse\n Of rethorik; for unto Tullius\n Was never man so lyk amonges us.\n\nAlso who was hier in philosophie\n To Aristotle in our tonge but thou?\n The steppes of Virgile in poesie\n Thou folwedist eeke, men wot wel ynow.\n That combre-worlde that the my maister slow—\n Wolde I slayn were!—Deth, was to hastyf\n To renne on thee and reve the thi lyf ...\n\nSHE myghte han taried hir vengeance a while\n Til that sum man had egal to the be;\n Nay, lat be that! sche knew wel that this yle\n May never man forth brynge lyk to the,\n And hir office needes do mot she:\n God bad hir so, I truste as for the beste;\n O maister, maister, God thi soule reste!","themes":["spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_13","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"13","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1368-9?-1450?"},{"id":"oxford-14","title":"Vox ultima Crucis","poet":"John Lydgate","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"TARYE no lenger; toward thyn heritage\n Hast on thy weye, and be of ryght good chere.\n Go eche day onward on thy pylgrymage;\n Thynke howe short tyme thou hast abyden here.\n Thy place is bygged above the sterres clere,\n Noon erthly palys wrought in so statly wyse.\n Come on, my frend, my brother most entere!\n For the I offered my blood in sacryfice.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_14","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"14","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1370?-1450?"},{"id":"oxford-15","title":"Spring Song of the Birds","poet":"King James I Of Scotland","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WORSCHIPPE ye that loveris bene this May,\n For of your blisse the Kalendis are begonne,\n And sing with us, Away, Winter, away!\n Cum, Somer, cum, the suete sesoùn and sonne!\n Awake for schame! that have your hevynnis wonne,\n And amorously lift up your hedis all,\n Thank Lufe that list you to his merci call!","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_15","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"15","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1394-1437"},{"id":"oxford-16","title":"Robin and Makyne","poet":"Robert Henryson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ROBIN sat on gude green hill,\n Kepand a flock of fe:\n Mirry Makyne said him till\n ‘Robin, thou rew on me:\n I haif thee luvit, loud and still,\n Thir yeiris twa or thre;\n My dule in dern bot gif thou dill,\n Doutless but dreid I de.’\n\nRobin answerit ‘By the Rude\n Na thing of luve I knaw,\n But keipis my scheip undir yon wud:\n Lo, quhair they raik on raw.\n Quhat has marrit thee in thy mude,\n Makyne, to me thou shaw;\n Or quhat is luve, or to be lude?\n Fain wad I leir that law.’\n\n‘At luvis lair gif thou will leir\n Tak thair ane A B C;\n Be heynd, courtass, and fair of feir,\n Wyse, hardy, and free:\n So that no danger do thee deir\n Quhat dule in dern thou dre;\n Preiss thee with pain at all poweir\n Be patient and previe.’\n\nROBIN answerit hir agane,\n ‘I wat nocht quhat is lufe;\n But I haif mervel in certaine\n Quhat makis thee this wanrufe:\n The weddir is fair, and I am fain;\n My scheip gois haill aboif;\n And we wald pley us in this plane,\n They wald us baith reproif.’\n\n‘Robin, tak tent unto my tale,\n And wirk all as I reid,\n And thou sall haif my heart all haill,\n Eik and my maiden-heid:\n Sen God sendis bute for baill,\n And for murnyng remeid,\n In dern with thee bot gif I daill\n Dowtles I am bot deid.’\n\n‘Makyne, to-morn this ilka tyde\n And ye will meit me heir,\n Peraventure my scheip may gang besyde,\n Quhyle we haif liggit full neir;\n But mawgre haif I, and I byde,\n Fra they begin to steir;\n Quhat lyis on heart I will nocht hyd;\n Makyn, then mak gude cheir.’\n\n‘Robin, thou reivis me roiff and rest;\n I luve bot thee allane.’\n ‘Makyne, adieu! the sone gois west,\n The day is neir-hand gane.’\n\n‘ROBIN, in dule I am so drest\n That luve will be my bane.’\n ‘Ga luve, Makyne, quhair-evir thow list,\n For lemman I luve nane.’\n\n‘Robin, I stand in sic a styll,\n I sicht and that full sair.’\n ‘Makyne, I haif been here this quhyle;\n At hame God gif I wair.’\n ‘My huny, Robin, talk ane quhyll,\n Gif thow will do na mair.’\n ‘Makyn, sum uthir man begyle,\n For hamewart I will fair.’\n\nRobin on his wayis went\n As light as leif of tre;\n Makyne murnit in hir intent,\n And trowd him nevir to se.\n Robin brayd attour the bent:\n Then Makyne cryit on hie,\n ‘Now may thow sing, for I am schent!\n Quhat alis lufe at me?’\n\nMakyne went hame withowttin fail,\n Full wery eftir cowth weip;\n Then Robin in a ful fair daill\n Assemblit all his scheip.\n Be that sum part of Makynis aill\n Out-throw his hairt cowd creip;\n He fallowit hir fast thair till assaill,\n And till her tuke gude keip.\n\n‘ABYD, abyd, thow fair Makyne,\n A word for ony thing;\n For all my luve, it sall be thyne,\n Withowttin departing.\n All haill thy hairt for till haif myne\n Is all my cuvating;\n My scheip to-morn, quhyle houris nyne,\n Will neid of no keping.’\n\n‘Robin, thow hes hard soung and say,\n In gestis and storeis auld,\n The man that will nocht quhen he may\n Sall haif nocht quhen he wald.\n I pray to Jesu every day,\n Mot eik thair cairis cauld\n That first preissis with thee to play\n Be firth, forrest, or fauld.’\n\n‘Makyne, the nicht is soft and dry,\n The weddir is warme and fair,\n And the grene woid rycht neir us by\n To walk attour all quhair:\n Thair ma na janglour us espy,\n That is to lufe contrair;\n Thairin, Makyne, baith ye and I,\n Unsene we ma repair.’\n\n‘Robin, that warld is all away,\n And quyt brocht till ane end:\n And nevir agane thereto, perfay,\n Sall it be as thow wend;\n\nFOR of my pane thow maid it play;\n And all in vane I spend:\n As thow hes done, sa sall I say,\n “Murne on, I think to mend.”’\n\n‘Makyne, the howp of all my heill,\n My hairt on thee is sett;\n And evirmair to thee be leill\n Quhill I may leif but lett;\n Never to faill as utheris feill,\n Quhat grace that evir I gett.’\n ‘Robin, with thee I will nocht deill;\n Adieu! for thus we mett.’\n\nMakyne went hame blyth anneuche\n Attour the holttis hair;\n Robin murnit, and Makyne leuche;\n Scho sang, he sichit sair:\n And so left him baith wo and wreuch,\n In dolour and in cair,\n Kepand his hird under a huche\n Amangis the holttis hair.","themes":["love","spirituality","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_16","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"16","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1425-1500"},{"id":"oxford-17","title":"The Bludy Serk","poet":"Robert Henryson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THIS hinder yeir I hard be tald\n Thair was a worthy King;\n Dukis, Erlis, and Barronis bald,\n He had at his bidding.\n\nTHE Lord was ancean and ald,\n And sexty yeiris cowth ring;\n He had a dochter fair to fald,\n A lusty Lady ying.\n\nOff all fairheid scho bur the flour,\n And eik hir faderis air;\n Off lusty laitis and he honour,\n Meik bot and debonair:\n Scho wynnit in a bigly bour,\n On fold wes nane so fair,\n Princis luvit hir paramour\n In cuntreis our allquhair.\n\nThair dwelt a lyt besyde the King\n A foull Gyand of ane;\n Stollin he has the Lady ying,\n Away with hir is gane,\n And kest her in his dungering\n Quhair licht scho micht se nane;\n Hungir and cauld and grit thristing\n Scho fand into hir waine.\n\nHe wes the laithliest on to luk\n That on the grund mycht gang:\n His nailis wes lyk ane hellis cruk,\n Thairwith fyve quarteris lang;\n\nTHAIR wes nane that he ourtuk,\n In rycht or yit in wrang,\n Bot all in schondir he thame schuk,\n The Gyand wes so strang.\n\nHe held the Lady day and nycht\n Within his deip dungeoun,\n He wald nocht gif of hir a sicht\n For gold nor yit ransoun—\n Bot gif the King mycht get a knycht,\n To fecht with his persoun,\n To fecht with him beth day and nycht,\n Quhill ane wer dungin doun.\n\nThe King gart seik baith fer and neir,\n Beth be se and land,\n Off ony knycht gif he mycht heir\n Wald fecht with that Gyand:\n A worthy Prince, that had no peir,\n Hes tane the deid on hand\n For the luve of the Lady cleir,\n And held full trew cunnand.\n\nThat Prince come prowdly to the toun\n Of that Gyand to heir,\n And fawcht with him, his awin persoun,\n And tuke him presoneir,\n And kest him in his awin dungeoun\n Allane withouten feir,\n With hungir, cauld, and confusioun,\n As full weill worthy weir.\n\nSYNE brak the bour, had hame the bricht\n Unto her fadir fre.\n Sa evill wondit wes the Knycht\n That he behuvit to de;\n Unlusum was his likame dicht,\n His sark was all bludy;\n In all the world was thair a wicht\n So peteouss for to se?\n\nThe Lady murnyt and maid grit mane,\n With all her mekill mycht—\n ‘I luvit nevir lufe bot ane,\n That dulfully now is dicht;\n God sen my lyfe were fra me tane\n Or I had seen yone sicht,\n Or ellis in begging evir to gane\n Furth with yone curtass knycht.’\n\nHe said ‘Fair lady, now mone I\n De, trestly ye me trow;\n Take ye my serk that is bludy,\n And hing it forrow yow;\n First think on it, and syne on me,\n Quhen men cumis yow to wow.’\n The Lady said ‘Be Mary fre,\n Thairto I mak a vow.’\n\nQuhen that scho lukit to the sark\n Scho thocht on the persoun,\n And prayit for him with all hir hart\n That lowsit hir of bandoun,\n\nQUHAIR scho was wont to sit full merk\n Into that deip dungeoun;\n And evir quhill scho wes in quert,\n That was hir a lessoun.\n\nSa weill the Lady luvit the Knycht\n That no man wald scho tak:\n Sa suld we do our God of micht\n That did all for us mak;\n Quhilk fullily to deid was dicht,\n For sinfull manis sak,\n Sa suld we do beth day and nycht,\n With prayaris to him mak.\n\nThis King is lyk the Trinitie,\n Baith in hevin and heir;\n The manis saule to the Lady,\n The Gyand to Lucefeir,\n The Knycht to Chryst, that deit on tre\n And coft our synnis deir;\n The pit to Hele with panis fell,\n The Syn to the woweir.\n\nThe Lady was wowd, but scho said nay\n With men that wald hir wed;\n Sa suld we wryth all sin away\n That in our breist is bred.\n I pray to Jesu Chryst verray,\n For ws his blud that bled,\n To be our help on domisday\n Quhair lawis ar straitly led.\n\nTHE saule is Godis dochtir deir,\n And eik his handewerk,\n That was betrayit with Lucefeir,\n Quha sittis in hell full merk:\n Borrowit with Chrystis angell cleir,\n Hend men, will ye nocht herk?\n And for his lufe that bocht us deir\n Think on the Bludy Serk!","themes":["spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_17","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"17","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1425-1500"},{"id":"oxford-18","title":"To a Lady","poet":"William Dunbar","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SWEET rois of vertew and of gentilness,\n Delytsum lily of everie lustynes,\n Richest in bontie and in bewtie clear,\n And everie vertew that is wenit dear,\n Except onlie that ye are mercyless.\n\nInto your garth this day I did persew;\n There saw I flowris that fresche were of hew;\n Baith quhyte and reid most lusty were to seyne,\n And halesome herbis upon stalkis greene;\n Yet leaf nor flowr find could I nane of rew.\n\nI doubt that Merche, with his cauld blastis keyne,\n Has slain this gentil herb, that I of mene;\n Quhois piteous death dois to my heart sic paine\n That I would make to plant his root againe,—\n So confortand his levis unto me bene.","themes":["love","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_18","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"18","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1465-1520?"},{"id":"oxford-19","title":"In Honour of the City of London","poet":"William Dunbar","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"LONDON, thou art of townes A per se.\n Soveraign of cities, seemliest in sight,\n Of high renoun, riches and royaltie;\n Of lordis, barons, and many a goodly knyght;\n Of most delectable lusty ladies bright;\n Of famous prelatis, in habitis clericall;\n Of merchauntis full of substaunce and of myght:\n London, thou art the flour of Cities all.\n\nGladdith anon, thou lusty Troynovaunt,\n Citie that some tyme cleped was New Troy;\n In all the erth, imperiall as thou stant,\n Pryncesse of townes, of pleasure and of joy,\n A richer restith under no Christen roy;\n For manly power, with craftis naturall,\n Fourmeth none fairer sith the flode of Noy:\n London, thou art the flour of Cities all.\n\nGemme of all joy, jasper of jocunditie,\n Most myghty carbuncle of vertue and valour;\n Strong Troy in vigour and in strenuytie;\n Of royall cities rose and geraflour;\n Empress of townes, exalt in honour;\n In beawtie beryng the crone imperiall;\n Swete paradise precelling in pleasure;\n London, thou art the flour of Cities all.\n\nAbove all ryvers thy Ryver hath renowne,\n Whose beryall stremys, pleasaunt and preclare,\n Under thy lusty wallys renneth down,\n Where many a swan doth swymme with wyngis fair;\n\nWHERE many a barge doth saile and row with are;\n Where many a ship doth rest with top-royall.\n O, towne of townes! patrone and not compare,\n London, thou art the flour of Cities all.\n\nUpon thy lusty Brigge of pylers white\n Been merchauntis full royall to behold;\n Upon thy stretis goeth many a semely knyght\n In velvet gownes and in cheynes of gold.\n By Julyus Cesar thy Tour founded of old\n May be the hous of Mars victoryall,\n Whose artillary with tonge may not be told:\n London, thou art the flour of Cities all.\n\nStrong be thy wallis that about thee standis;\n Wise be the people that within thee dwellis;\n Fresh is thy ryver with his lusty strandis;\n Blith be thy chirches, wele sownyng be thy bellis;\n Rich be thy merchauntis in substaunce that excellis;\n Fair be their wives, right lovesom, white and small;\n Clere be thy virgyns, lusty under kellis:\n London, thou art the flour of Cities all.\n\nThy famous Maire, by pryncely governaunce,\n With sword of justice thee ruleth prudently.\n No Lord of Parys, Venyce, or Floraunce\n In dignitye or honour goeth to hym nigh.\n He is exampler, loode-ster, and guye;\n Principall patrone and rose orygynalle,\n Above all Maires as maister most worthy:\n London, thou art the flour of Cities all.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_19","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"19","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1465-1520?"},{"id":"oxford-20","title":"On the Nativity of Christ","poet":"William Dunbar","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Rorate coeli desuper!\n Hevins, distil your balmy schouris!\n For now is risen the bricht day-ster,\n Fro the rose Mary, flour of flouris:\n The cleir Sone, quhom no cloud devouris,\n Surmounting Phebus in the Est,\n Is cumin of his hevinly touris:\n Et nobis Puer natus est.\n\nArchangellis, angellis, and dompnationis,\n Tronis, potestatis, and marteiris seir,\n And all ye hevinly operationis,\n Ster, planeit, firmament, and spheir,\n Fire, erd, air, and water cleir,\n To Him gife loving, most and lest,\n That come in to so meik maneir;\n Et nobis Puer natus est.\n\nSynnaris be glad, and penance do,\n And thank your Maker hairtfully;\n For he that ye micht nocht come to\n To you is cumin full humbly\n Your soulis with his blood to buy\n And loose you of the fiendis arrest—\n And only of his own mercy;\n Pro nobis Puer natus est.\n\nAll clergy do to him inclyne,\n And bow unto that bairn benyng,\n And do your observance divyne\n To him that is of kingis King:\n\nENCENSE his altar, read and sing\n In holy kirk, with mind degest,\n Him honouring attour all thing\n Qui nobis Puer natus est.\n\nCelestial foulis in the air,\n Sing with your nottis upon hicht,\n In firthis and in forrestis fair\n Be myrthful now at all your mycht;\n For passit is your dully nicht,\n Aurora has the cloudis perst,\n The Sone is risen with glaidsum licht,\n Et nobis Puer natus est.\n\nNow spring up flouris fra the rute,\n Revert you upward naturaly,\n In honour of the blissit frute\n That raiss up fro the rose Mary;\n Lay out your levis lustily,\n Fro deid take life now at the lest\n In wirschip of that Prince worthy\n Qui nobis Puer natus est.\n\nSing, hevin imperial, most of hicht!\n Regions of air mak armony!\n All fish in flud and fowl of flicht\n Be mirthful and mak melody!\n All Gloria in excelsis cry!\n Heaven, erd, se, man, bird, and best,—\n He that is crownit abone the sky\n Pro nobis Puer natus est!","themes":["nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_20","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"20","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1465-1520?"},{"id":"oxford-21","title":"Lament for the Makers","poet":"William Dunbar","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I THAT in heill was and gladnèss\n Am trublit now with great sickness\n And feblit with infirmitie:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.\n\nOur plesance here is all vain glory,\n This fals world is but transitory,\n The flesh is bruckle, the Feynd is slee:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.\n\nThe state of man does change and vary,\n Now sound, now sick, now blyth, now sary,\n Now dansand mirry, now like to die:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.\n\nNo state in Erd here standis sicker;\n As with the wynd wavis the wicker\n So wannis this world’s vanitie:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.\n\nUnto the Death gois all Estatis,\n Princis, Prelatis, and Potestatis,\n Baith rich and poor of all degree:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.\n\nHe takis the knichtis in to the field\n Enarmit under helm and scheild;\n Victor he is at all mellie:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.\n\nTHAT strong unmerciful tyrand\n Takis, on the motheris breast sowkand,\n The babe full of benignitie:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.\n\nHe takis the campion in the stour,\n The captain closit in the tour,\n The lady in bour full of bewtie:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.\n\nHe spairis no lord for his piscence,\n Na clerk for his intelligence;\n His awful straik may no man flee:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.\n\nArt-magicianis and astrologgis,\n Rethoris, logicianis, and theologgis,\n Them helpis no conclusionis slee:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.\n\nIn medecine the most practicianis,\n Leechis, surrigianis, and physicianis,\n Themself from Death may not supplee:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.\n\nI see that makaris amang the lave\n Playis here their padyanis, syne gois to grave;\n Sparit is nocht their facultie:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.\n\nHe has done petuously devour\n The noble Chaucer, of makaris flour,\n The Monk of Bury, and Gower, all three:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.\n\nTHE good Sir Hew of Eglintoun,\n Ettrick, Heriot, and Wintoun,\n He has tane out of this cuntrie:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.\n\nThat scorpion fell has done infeck\n Maister John Clerk, and James Afflek,\n Fra ballat-making and tragedie:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.\n\nHolland and Barbour he has berevit;\n Alas! that he not with us levit\n Sir Mungo Lockart of the Lee:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.\n\nClerk of Tranent eke he has tane,\n That made the anteris of Gawaine;\n Sir Gilbert Hay endit has he:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.\n\nHe has Blind Harry and Sandy Traill\n Slain with his schour of mortal hail,\n Quhilk Patrick Johnstoun might nought flee:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.\n\nHe has reft Merseir his endite,\n That did in luve so lively write,\n So short, so quick, of sentence hie:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.\n\nHe has tane Rowll of Aberdene,\n And gentill Rowll of Corstorphine;\n Two better fallowis did no man see:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.\n\nIN Dunfermline he has tane Broun\n With Maister Robert Henrysoun;\n Sir John the Ross enbrast has he:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.\n\nAnd he has now tane, last of a,\n Good gentil Stobo and Quintin Shaw,\n Of quhom all wichtis hes pitie:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.\n\nGood Maister Walter Kennedy\n In point of Death lies verily;\n Great ruth it were that so suld be:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.\n\nSen he has all my brether tane,\n He will naught let me live alane;\n Of force I man his next prey be:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.\n\nSince for the Death remeid is none,\n Best is that we for Death dispone,\n After our death that live may we:—\n Timor Mortis conturbat me.","themes":["spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_21","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"21","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1465-1520?"},{"id":"oxford-22","title":"May in the Green-Wood","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"In somer when the shawes be sheyne,\n       And leves be large and long,\n Hit is full merry in feyre foreste\n       To here the foulys song.\n\nTO se the dere draw to the dale\n And leve the hilles hee,\n And shadow him in the leves grene\n Under the green-wode tree.\n\nHit befell on Whitsontide\n Early in a May mornyng,\n The Sonne up faire can shyne,\n And the briddis mery can syng.\n\n‘This is a mery mornyng,’ said Litulle Johne,\n ‘Be Hym that dyed on tre;\n A more mery man than I am one\n Lyves not in Christiantè.\n\n‘Pluk up thi hert, my dere mayster,’\n Litulle Johne can say,\n ‘And thynk hit is a fulle fayre tyme\n In a mornynge of May.’","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_22","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"22","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"15th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-23","title":"Carol","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I SING of a maiden\n That is makeles;\n King of all kings\n To her son she ches.\n\nHe came al so still\n There his mother was,\n As dew in April\n That falleth on the grass.\n\nHE came al so still\n To his mother’s bour,\n As dew in April\n That falleth on the flour.\n\nHe came al so still\n There his mother lay,\n As dew in April\n That falleth on the spray.\n\nMother and maiden\n Was never none but she;\n Well may such a lady\n Goddes mother be.","themes":["home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_23","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"23","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"15th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-24","title":"Quia Amore Langueo","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IN a valley of this restles mind\n I sought in mountain and in mead,\n Trusting a true love for to find.\n Upon an hill then took I heed;\n A voice I heard (and near I yede)\n In great dolour complaining tho:\n See, dear soul, how my sides bleed\n Quia amore langueo.\n\nUpon this hill I found a tree,\n Under a tree a man sitting;\n From head to foot wounded was he;\n His hearte blood I saw bleeding:\n A seemly man to be a king,\n A gracious face to look unto.\n I askèd why he had paining;\n [He said,] Quia amore langueo.\n\nI AM true love that false was never;\n My sister, man’s soul, I loved her thus.\n Because we would in no wise dissever\n I left my kingdom glorious.\n I purveyed her a palace full precious;\n She fled, I followed, I loved her so\n That I suffered this pain piteous\n Quia amore langueo.\n\nMy fair love and my spouse bright!\n I saved her from beating, and she hath me bet;\n I clothed her in grace and heavenly light;\n This bloody shirt she hath on me set;\n For longing of love yet would I not let;\n Sweete strokes are these: lo!\n I have loved her ever as I her het\n Quia amore langueo.\n\nI crowned her with bliss and she me with thorn;\n I led her to chamber and she me to die;\n I brought her to worship and she me to scorn;\n I did her reverence and she me villany.\n To love that loveth is no maistry;\n Her hate made never my love her foe:\n Ask me then no question why—\n Quia amore langueo.\n\nLook unto mine handes, man!\n These gloves were given me when I her sought;\n They be not white, but red and wan;\n Embroidered with blood my spouse them brought.\n They will not off; I loose hem nought:\n\nI WOO her with hem wherever she go.\n These hands for her so friendly fought\n Quia amore langueo.\n\nMarvel not, man, though I sit still.\n See, love hath shod me wonder strait:\n Buckled my feet, as was her will,\n With sharpe nails (well thou may’st wait!)\n In my love was never desait;\n All my membres I have opened her to;\n My body I made her herte’s bait\n Quia amore langueo.\n\nIn my side I have made her nest;\n Look in, how weet a wound is here!\n This is her chamber, here shall she rest,\n That she and I may sleep in fere.\n Here may she wash, if any filth were;\n Here is seat for all her woe;\n Come when she will, she shall have cheer\n Quia amore langueo.\n\nI will abide till she be ready,\n I will her sue if she say nay;\n If she be retchless I will be greedy,\n If she be dangerous I will her pray;\n If she weep, then bide I ne may:\n Mine arms ben spread to clip her me to.\n Cry once, I come: now, soul, assay\n Quia amore langueo.\n\nFair love, let us go play:\n Apples ben ripe in my gardayne.\n\nI SHALL thee clothe in a new array,\n Thy meat shall be milk, honey and wine.\n Fair love, let us go dine:\n Thy sustenance is in my crippe, lo!\n Tarry thou not, my fair spouse mine,\n Quia amore langueo.\n\nIf thou be foul, I shall thee make clean;\n If thou be sick, I shall thee heal;\n If thou mourn ought, I shall thee mene;\n Why wilt thou not, fair love, with me deal?\n Foundest thou ever love so leal?\n What wilt thou, soul, that I shall do?\n I may not unkindly thee appeal\n Quia amore langueo.\n\nWhat shall I do now with my spouse\n But abide her of my gentleness,\n Till that she look out of her house\n Of fleshly affection? love mine she is;\n Her bed is made, her bolster is bliss,\n Her chamber is chosen; is there none mo.\n Look out on me at the window of kindeness\n Quia amore langueo.\n\nMy love is in her chamber: hold your peace!\n Make ye no noise, but let her sleep.\n My babe I would not were in disease,\n I may not hear my dear child weep.\n With my pap I shall her keep;\n Ne marvel ye not though I tend her to:\n This wound in my side had ne’er be so deep\n But Quia amore langueo.\n\nLONG thou for love never so high,\n My love is more than thine may be.\n Thou weepest, thou gladdest, I sit thee by:\n Yet wouldst thou once, love, look unto me!\n Should I always feede thee\n With children meat? Nay, love, not so!\n I will prove thy love with adversitè\n Quia amore langueo.\n\nWax not weary, mine own wife!\n What mede is aye to live in comfort?\n In tribulation I reign more rife\n Ofter times than in disport.\n In weal and in woe I am aye to support:\n Mine own wife, go not me fro!\n Thy mede is marked, when thou art mort:\n Quia amore langueo.","themes":["love","nature","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_24","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"24","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. Only author groups with recorded rights evidence are imported.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"e6d65eacd3d379d33843db007578483c16693400c2d6d3ea72560e9f7e95b0ad","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"15th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-25","title":"The Nut-Brown Maid","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"He. Be it right or wrong, these men among\n On women do complain;\n Affirming this, how that it is\n A labour spent in vain\n To love them wele; for never a dele\n They love a man again:\n For let a man do what he can\n Their favour to attain,\n Yet if a new to them pursue,\n Their first true lover than\n Laboureth for naught; for from her thought\n He is a banished man.\n\nShe. I say not nay, but that all day\n It is both written and said\n That woman’s faith is, as who saith,\n All utterly decayd:\n But nevertheless, right good witnèss\n In this case might be laid\n That they love true and continue:\n Record the Nut-brown Maid,\n Which, when her love came her to prove,\n To her to make his moan,\n Would not depart; for in her heart\n She loved but him alone.\n\nHe. Then between us let us discuss\n What was all the manere\n Between them two: we will also\n Tell all the pain in fere\n That she was in. Now I begin,\n So that ye me answere:\n Wherefore all ye that present be,\n I pray you, give an ear.\n I am the Knight. I come by night,\n As secret as I can,\n Saying, Alas! thus standeth the case,\n I am a banished man.\n\nShe. And I your will for to fulfil\n In this will not refuse;\n Trusting to show, in wordes few,\n That men have an ill use—\n To their own shame—women to blame,\n And causeless them accuse.\n\nTherefore to you I answer now,\n All women to excuse—\n Mine own heart dear, with you what cheer?\n I pray you, tell anone;\n For, in my mind, of all mankind\n I love but you alone.\n\nHe. It standeth so: a deed is do\n Whereof great harm shall grow:\n My destiny is for to die\n A shameful death, I trow;\n Or else to flee. The t’ one must be.\n None other way I know\n But to withdraw as an outlàw,\n And take me to my bow.\n Wherefore adieu, mine own heart true!\n None other rede I can:\n For I must to the green-wood go,\n Alone, a banished man.\n\nShe. O Lord, what is this worldis bliss,\n That changeth as the moon!\n My summer’s day in lusty May\n Is darked before the noon.\n I hear you say, farewell: Nay, nay,\n We dèpart not so soon.\n Why say ye so? whither will ye go?\n Alas! what have ye done?\n All my welfàre to sorrow and care\n Should change, if ye were gone:\n For, in my mind, of all mankind\n I love but you alone.\n\nHe. I can believe it shall you grieve,\n And somewhat you distrain;\n But afterward, your paines hard\n Within a day or twain\n Shall soon aslake; and ye shall take\n Comfort to you again.\n Why should ye ought? for, to make thought,\n Your labour were in vain.\n And thus I do; and pray you to,\n As hartely as I can:\n For I must to the green-wood go,\n Alone, a banished man.\n\nShe. Now, sith that ye have showed to me\n The secret of your mind,\n I shall be plain to you again,\n Like as ye shall me find.\n Sith it is so that ye will go,\n I will not live behind.\n Shall never be said the Nut-brown Maid\n Was to her love unkind.\n Make you readý, for so am I,\n Although it were anone:\n For, in my mind, of all mankind\n I love but you alone.\n\nHe. Yet I you rede to take good heed\n What men will think and say:\n Of young, of old, it shall be told\n That ye be gone away\n Your wanton will for to fulfil,\n In green-wood you to play;\n And that ye might for your delight\n No longer make delay\n Rather than ye should thus for me\n Be called an ill womàn\n Yet would I to the green-wood go,\n Alone, a banished man.\n\nShe. Though it be sung of old and young\n That I should be to blame,\n Theirs be the charge that speak so large\n In hurting of my name:\n For I will prove that faithful love\n It is devoid of shame;\n In your distress and heaviness\n To part with you the same:\n And sure all tho that do not so\n True lovers are they none:\n For in my mind, of all mankind\n I love but you alone.\n\nHe. I counsel you, Remember how\n It is no maiden’s law\n Nothing to doubt, but to run out\n To wood with an outlàw.\n For ye must there in your hand bear\n A bow readý to draw;\n And as a thief thus must you live\n Ever in dread and awe;\n Whereby to you great harm might grow:\n Yet had I liever than\n That I had to the green-wood go,\n Alone, a banished man.\n\nShe. I think not nay but as ye say;\n It is no maiden’s lore;\n But love may make me for your sake,\n As I have said before,\n To come on foot, to hunt and shoot,\n To get us meat and store;\n For so that I your company\n May have, I ask no more.\n From which to part it maketh my heart\n As cold as any stone;\n For, in my mind, of all mankind\n I love but you alone.\n\nHe. For an outlàw this is the law,\n That men him take and bind:\n Without pitie, hangèd to be,\n And waver with the wind.\n If I had need (as God forbede!)\n What socours could ye find?\n Forsooth I trow, you and your bow\n For fear would draw behind.\n And no mervail; for little avail\n Were in your counsel than:\n Wherefore I’ll to the green-wood go,\n Alone, a banished man.\n\nShe. Right well know ye that women be\n But feeble for to fight;\n No womanhede it is, indeed,\n To be bold as a knight:\n Yet in such fear if that ye were\n With enemies day and night,\n I would withstand, with bow in hand,\n To grieve them as I might,\n And you to save; as women have\n From death men many one:\n For, in my mind, of all mankind\n I love but you alone.\n\nHe. Yet take good hede; for ever I drede\n That ye could not sustain\n The thorny ways, the deep vallèys,\n The snow, the frost, the rain,\n The cold, the heat; for dry or wete,\n We must lodge on the plain;\n And, us above, no other roof\n But a brake bush or twain:\n Which soon should grieve you, I believe;\n And ye would gladly than\n That I had to the green-wood go,\n Alone, a banished man.\n\nShe. Sith I have here been partynere\n With you of joy and bliss,\n I must alsò part of your woe\n Endure, as reason is:\n Yet I am sure of one pleasùre,\n And shortly it is this—\n That where ye be, me seemeth, pardé,\n I could not fare amiss.\n Without more speech I you beseech\n That we were shortly gone;\n For, in my mind, of all mankind\n I love but you alone.\n\nHe. If ye go thyder, ye must consider,\n When ye have lust to dine,\n There shall no meat be for to gete,\n Nether bere, ale, ne wine,\n Ne shetès clean, to lie between,\n Made of thread and twine;\n None other house, but leaves and boughs,\n To cover your head and mine.\n Lo, mine heart sweet, this ill diète\n Should make you pale and wan:\n Wherefore I’ll to the green-wood go,\n Alone, a banished man.\n\nShe. Among the wild deer such an archère,\n As men say that ye be,\n Ne may not fail of good vitayle\n Where is so great plentè:\n And water clear of the rivere\n Shall be full sweet to me;\n With which in hele I shall right wele\n Endure, as ye shall see;\n And, or we go, a bed or two\n I can provide anone;\n For, in my mind, of all mankind\n I love but you alone.\n\nHe. Lo yet, before, ye must do more,\n If ye will go with me:\n As, cut your hair up by your ear,\n Your kirtle by the knee;\n With bow in hand for to withstand\n Your enemies, if need be:\n\nAND this same night, before daylight,\n To woodward will I flee.\n If that ye will all this fulfil,\n Do it shortly as ye can:\n Else will I to the green-wood go,\n Alone, a banished man.\n\nShe. I shall as now do more for you\n Than ’longeth to womanhede;\n To short my hair, a bow to bear,\n To shoot in time of need.\n O my sweet mother! before all other\n For you I have most drede!\n But now, adieu! I must ensue\n Where fortune doth me lead.\n All this make ye: Now let us flee;\n The day cometh fast upon:\n For, in my mind, of all mankind\n I love but you alone.\n\nHe. Nay, nay, not so; ye shall not go,\n And I shall tell you why—\n Your appetite is to be light\n Of love, I well espy:\n For, right as ye have said to me,\n In likewise hardily\n Ye would answere whosoever it were,\n In way of companý:\n It is said of old, Soon hot, soon cold;\n And so is a womàn:\n Wherefore I to the wood will go,\n Alone, a banished man.\n\nShe. If ye take heed, it is no need\n Such words to say to me;\n For oft ye prayed, and long assayed,\n Or I loved you, pardè:\n And though that I of ancestry\n A baron’s daughter be,\n Yet have you proved how I you loved,\n A squire of low degree;\n And ever shall, whatso befall\n To die therefore anone;\n For, in my mind, of all mankind\n I love but you alone.\n\nHe. A baron’s child to be beguiled,\n It were a cursèd deed!\n To be felàw with an outlaw—\n Almighty God forbede!\n Yet better were the poor squyere\n Alone to forest yede\n Than ye shall say another day\n That by my cursèd rede\n Ye were betrayed. Wherefore, good maid,\n The best rede that I can,\n Is, that I to the green-wood go,\n Alone, a banished man.\n\nShe. Whatever befall, I never shall\n Of this thing be upbraid:\n But if ye go, and leave me so,\n Then have ye me betrayed.\n Remember you wele, how that ye dele;\n For if ye, as ye said,\n\nBE so unkind to leave behind\n Your love, the Nut-brown Maid,\n Trust me trulý that I shall die\n Soon after ye be gone:\n For, in my mind, of all mankind\n I love but you alone.\n\nHe. If that ye went, ye should repent;\n For in the forest now\n I have purveyed me of a maid\n Whom I love more than you:\n Another more fair than ever ye were\n I dare it well avow;\n And of you both each should be wroth\n With other, as I trow:\n It were mine ease to live in peace;\n So will I, if I can:\n Wherefore I to the wood will go,\n Alone, a banished man.\n\nShe. Though in the wood I understood\n Ye had a paramour,\n All this may nought remove my thought,\n But that I will be your’:\n And she shall find me soft and kind\n And courteis every hour;\n Glad to fulfil all that she will\n Command me, to my power:\n For had ye, lo, an hundred mo,\n Yet would I be that one:\n For, in my mind, of all mankind\n I love but you alone.\n\nHe. Mine own dear love, I see the prove\n That ye be kind and true;\n Of maid, of wife, in all my life,\n The best that ever I knew.\n Be merry and glad; be no more sad;\n The case is changèd new;\n For it were ruth that for your truth\n Ye should have cause to rue.\n Be not dismayed, whatsoever I said\n To you when I began:\n I will not to the green-wood go;\n I am no banished man.\n\nShe. These tidings be more glad to me\n Than to be made a queen,\n If I were sure they should endure;\n But it is often seen\n When men will break promise they speak\n The wordis on the splene.\n Ye shape some wile me to beguile,\n And steal from me, I ween:\n Then were the case worse than it was,\n And I more wo-begone:\n For, in my mind, of all mankind\n I love but you alone.\n\nHe. Ye shall not nede further to drede:\n I will not disparàge\n You (God defend), sith you descend\n Of so great a linàge.\n Now understand: to Westmoreland,\n Which is my heritage,\n\nI WILL you bring; and with a ring,\n By way of marriàge\n I will you take, and lady make,\n As shortly as I can:\n Thus have you won an Earles son,\n And not a banished man.\n\nHere may ye see that women be\n In love meek, kind, and stable;\n Let never man reprove them than,\n Or call them variable;\n But rather pray God that we may\n To them be comfortable;\n Which sometime proveth such as He loveth,\n If they be charitable.\n For sith men would that women should\n Be meek to them each one;\n Much more ought they to God obey,\n And serve but Him alone.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_25","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"25","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"15th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-26","title":"As ye came from the Holy Land","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"AS ye came from the holy land\n Of Walsinghame,\n Met you not with my true love\n By the way as you came?\n\nHow should I know your true love,\n That have met many a one\n As I came from the holy land,\n That have come, that have gone?\n\nShe is neither white nor brown,\n But as the heavens fair;\n There is none hath her form divine\n In the earth or the air.\n\nSuch a one did I meet, good sir,\n Such an angelic face,\n Who like a nymph, like a queen, did appear\n In her gait, in her grace.\n\nShe hath left me here alone\n All alone, as unknown,\n Who sometime did me lead with herself,\n And me loved as her own.\n\nWhat’s the cause that she leaves you alone\n And a new way doth take,\n That sometime did love you as her own,\n And her joy did you make?\n\nI have loved her all my youth,\n But now am old, as you see:\n Love likes not the falling fruit,\n Nor the withered tree.\n\nKnow that Love is a careless child,\n And forgets promise past:\n He is blind, he is deaf when he list,\n And in faith never fast.\n\nHis desire is a dureless content,\n And a trustless joy;\n He is won with a world of despair,\n And is lost with a toy.\n\nOf womenkind such indeed is the love,\n Or the word love abusèd,\n Under which many childish desires\n And conceits are excusèd.\n\nBut true love is a durable fire,\n In the mind ever burning,\n Never sick, never dead, never cold,\n From itself never turning.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_26","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"26","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"15th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-27","title":"The Lover in Winter Plaineth for the Spring","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O WESTERN wind, when wilt thou blow\n That the small rain down can rain?\n Christ, that my love were in my arms\n And I in my bed again!","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_27","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"27","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"15th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-28","title":"Balow","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"BALOW, my babe, lie still and sleep!\n It grieves me sore to see thee weep.\n Wouldst thou be quiet I’se be glad,\n Thy mourning makes my sorrow sad:\n Balow my boy, thy mother’s joy,\n Thy father breeds me great annoy—\n Balow, la-low!\n\nWhen he began to court my love,\n And with his sugred words me move,\n His faynings false and flattering cheer\n To me that time did not appear:\n But now I see most cruellye\n He cares ne for my babe nor me—\n Balow, la-low!\n\nLie still, my darling, sleep awhile,\n And when thou wak’st thou’le sweetly smile:\n But smile not as thy father did,\n To cozen maids: nay, God forbid!\n But yet I fear thou wilt go near\n Thy father’s heart and face to bear—\n Balow, la-low!\n\nI cannot choose but ever will\n Be loving to thy father still;\n Where’er he go, where’er he ride,\n My love with him doth still abide;\n In weal or woe, where’er he go,\n My heart shall ne’er depart him fro—\n Balow, la-low!\n\nBut do not, do not, pretty mine,\n To faynings false thy heart incline!\n Be loyal to thy lover true,\n And never change her for a new:\n If good or fair, of her have care\n For women’s banning’s wondrous sare—\n Balow, la-low!\n\nBairn, by thy face I will beware;\n Like Sirens’ words, I’ll come not near;\n My babe and I together will live;\n He’ll comfort me when cares do grieve.\n My babe and I right soft will lie,\n And ne’er respect man’s crueltye—\n Balow, la-low!\n\nFarewell, farewell, the falsest youth\n That ever kist a woman’s mouth!\n I wish all maids be warn’d by me\n Never to trust man’s curtesye;\n For if we do but chance to bow,\n They’ll use us then they care not how—\n Balow, la-low!","themes":["love","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_28","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"28","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"15th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-29","title":"The Old Cloak","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THIS winter’s weather it waxeth cold,\n And frost it freezeth on every hill,\n And Boreas blows his blast so bold\n That all our cattle are like to spill.\n Bell, my wife, she loves no strife;\n She said unto me quietlye,\n Rise up, and save cow Crumbock’s life!\n Man, put thine old cloak about thee!\n\nHe. O Bell my wife, why dost thou flyte?\n Thou kens my cloak is very thin:\n It is so bare and over worn,\n A crickè thereon cannot renn.\n Then I’ll no longer borrow nor lend;\n For once I’ll new apparell’d be;\n To-morrow I’ll to town and spend;\n For I’ll have a new cloak about me.\n\nShe. Cow Crumbock is a very good cow:\n She has been always true to the pail;\n She has helped us to butter and cheese, I trow,\n And other things she will not fail.\n\nI WOULD be loth to see her pine.\n Good husband, counsel take of me:\n It is not for us to go so fine—\n Man, take thine old cloak about thee!\n\nHe. My cloak it was a very good cloak,\n It hath been always true to the wear;\n But now it is not worth a groat:\n I have had it four and forty year’.\n Sometime it was of cloth in grain:\n ’Tis now but a sigh clout, as you may see:\n It will neither hold out wind nor rain;\n And I’ll have a new cloak about me.\n\nShe. It is four and forty years ago\n Sine the one of us the other did ken;\n And we have had, betwixt us two,\n Of children either nine or ten:\n We have brought them up to women and men:\n In the fear of God I trow they be.\n And why wilt thou thyself misken?\n Man, take thine old cloak about thee!\n\nHe. O Bell my wife, why dost thou flyte?\n Now is now, and then was then:\n Seek now all the world throughout,\n Thou kens not clowns from gentlemen:\n They are clad in black, green, yellow and blue,\n So far above their own degree.\n Once in my life I’ll take a view;\n For I’ll have a new cloak about me.\n\nShe. King Stephen was a worthy peer;\n His breeches cost him but a crown;\n He held them sixpence all too dear,\n Therefore he called the tailor ‘lown.’\n He was a king and wore the crown,\n And thou’se but of a low degree:\n It’s pride that puts this country down:\n Man, take thy old cloak about thee!\n\nHe. Bell my wife, she loves not strife,\n Yet she will lead me, if she can;\n And to maintain an easy life\n I oft must yield, though I’m good-man.\n It’s not for a man with a woman to threap,\n Unless he first give o’er the plea:\n As we began, so will we keep,\n And I’ll take my old cloak about me.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_29","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"29","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"15th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-30","title":"To Mistress Margery Wentworth","poet":"John Skelton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WITH margerain gentle,\n The flower of goodlihead,\n Embroidered the mantle\n Is of your maidenhead.\n Plainly I cannot glose;\n Ye be, as I divine,\n The pretty primrose,\n The goodly columbine.\n\nBENIGN, courteous, and meek,\n With wordes well devised;\n In you, who list to seek,\n Be virtues well comprised.\n With margerain gentle,\n The flower of goodlihead,\n Embroidered the mantle\n Is of your maidenhead.","themes":["nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_30","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"30","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1460?-1529"},{"id":"oxford-31","title":"To Mistress Margaret Hussey","poet":"John Skelton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"MERRY Margaret\n As midsummer flower,\n Gentle as falcon\n Or hawk of the tower:\n With solace and gladness,\n Much mirth and no madness,\n All good and no badness;\n So joyously,\n So maidenly,\n So womanly\n Her demeaning\n In every thing,\n Far, far passing\n That I can indite,\n Or suffice to write\n Of Merry Margaret\n As midsummer flower,\n Gentle as falcon\n Or hawk of the tower.\n As patient and still\n And as full of good will\n As fair Isaphill,\n Coliander,\n Sweet pomander,\n Good Cassander;\n Steadfast of thought,\n Well made, well wrought,\n Far may be sought,\n Ere that ye can find\n So courteous, so kind\n As merry Margaret,\n This midsummer flower,\n Gentle as falcon\n Or hawk of the tower.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_31","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"31","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1460?-1529"},{"id":"oxford-32","title":"The True Knight","poet":"Stephen Hawes","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"FOR knighthood is not in the feats of warre,\n As for to fight in quarrel right or wrong,\n But in a cause which truth can not defarre:\n He ought himself for to make sure and strong,\n Justice to keep mixt with mercý among:\n And no quarrell a knight ought to take\n But for a truth, or for the common’s sake.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_32","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"32","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"d. 1523"},{"id":"oxford-33","title":"An Epitaph","poet":"Stephen Hawes","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O MORTAL folk, you may behold and see\n How I lie here, sometime a mighty knight;\n The end of joy and all prosperitee\n Is death at last, thorough his course and might:\n After the day there cometh the dark night,\n For though the daye be never so long,\n At last the bells ringeth to evensong.","themes":["death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_33","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"33","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"d. 1523"},{"id":"oxford-36","title":"A Revocation","poet":"Thomas Wyatt","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHAT should I say?\n —Since Faith is dead.\n And Truth away\n From you is fled?\n Should I be led\n With doubleness?\n Nay! nay! mistress.\n\nI promised you,\n And you promised me,\n To be as true\n As I would be.\n But since I see\n Your double heart,\n Farewell my part!\n\nThought for to take\n ’Tis not my mind;\n But to forsake\n One so unkind;\n And as I find\n So will I trust.\n Farewell, unjust!\n\nCan ye say nay\n But that you said\n That I alway\n Should be obeyed?\n And—thus betrayed\n Or that I wist!\n Farewell, unkist!","themes":["love","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_36","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"36","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1503-1542"},{"id":"oxford-37","title":"Vixi Puellis Nuper Idoneus ...","poet":"Thomas Wyatt","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THEY flee from me that sometime did me seek,\n With naked foot stalking within my chamber:\n Once have I seen them gentle, tame, and meek,\n That now are wild, and do not once remember\n That sometime they have put themselves in danger\n To take bread at my hand; and now they range,\n Busily seeking in continual change.\n\nThanked be fortune, it hath been otherwise\n Twenty times better; but once especial—\n In thin array: after a pleasant guise,\n When her loose gown did from her shoulders fall,\n And she me caught in her arms long and small,\n And therewithal so sweetly did me kiss,\n And softly said, ‘Dear heart, how like you this?’\n\nIt was no dream; for I lay broad awaking:\n But all is turn’d now, through my gentleness,\n Into a bitter fashion of forsaking;\n And I have leave to go of her goodness;\n And she also to use new-fangleness.\n But since that I unkindly so am servèd,\n ‘How like you this?’—what hath she now deservèd?","themes":["love","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_37","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"37","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1503-1542"},{"id":"oxford-38","title":"To His Lute","poet":"Thomas Wyatt","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"MY lute, awake! perform the last\n Labour that thou and I shall waste,\n And end that I have now begun;\n For when this song is said and past,\n My lute, be still, for I have done.\n\nAs to be heard where ear is none,\n As lead to grave in marble stone,\n My song may pierce her heart as soon:\n Should we then sing, or sigh, or moan?\n No, no, my lute! for I have done.\n\nThe rocks do not so cruelly\n Repulse the waves continually,\n As she my suit and affectiòn;\n So that I am past remedy:\n Whereby my lute and I have done.\n\nProud of the spoil that thou hast got\n Of simple hearts thorough Love’s shot,\n By whom, unkind, thou hast them won;\n Think not he hath his bow forgot,\n Although my lute and I have done.\n\nVengeance shall fall on thy disdain,\n That makest but game of earnest pain:\n Trow not alone under the sun\n Unquit to cause thy lover’s plain,\n Although my lute and I have done.\n\nMay chance thee lie wither’d and old\n The winter nights that are so cold,\n Plaining in vain unto the moon:\n Thy wishes then dare not be told:\n Care then who list! for I have done.\n\nAnd then may chance thee to repent\n The time that thou has lost and spent\n To cause thy lover’s sigh and swoon:\n Then shalt thou know beauty but lent,\n And wish and want as I have done.\n\nNow cease, my lute! this is the last\n Labour that thou and I shall waste,\n And ended is that we begun:\n Now is this song both sung and past—\n My lute, be still, for I have done.","themes":["love","nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_38","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"38","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1503-1542"},{"id":"oxford-39","title":"Description of Spring","poet":"Henry Howard, Earl Of Surrey","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings,\n With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale:\n The nightingale with feathers new she sings;\n The turtle to her make hath told her tale.\n Summer is come, for every spray now springs:\n The hart hath hung his old head on the pale;\n The buck in brake his winter coat he flings;\n The fishes flete with new repairèd scale.\n\nTHE adder all her slough away she slings;\n The swift swallow pursueth the flies smale;\n The busy bee her honey now she mings;\n Winter is worn that was the flowers’ bale.\n\nAnd thus I see among these pleasant things\n Each care decays, and yet my sorrow springs.","themes":["nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_39","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"39","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1516-47"},{"id":"oxford-40","title":"Complaint of the Absence of Her Lover being upon the Sea","poet":"Henry Howard, Earl Of Surrey","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O HAPPY dames! that may embrace\n The fruit of your delight,\n Help to bewail the woful case\n And eke the heavy plight\n Of me, that wonted to rejoice\n The fortune of my pleasant choice:\n Good ladies, help to fill my mourning voice.\n\nIn ship, freight with rememberance\n Of thoughts and pleasures past,\n He sails that hath in governance\n My life while it will last:\n With scalding sighs, for lack of gale,\n Furthering his hope, that is his sail,\n Toward me, the swete port of his avail,\n\nAlas! how oft in dreams I see\n Those eyes that were my food;\n Which sometime so delighted me,\n That yet they do me good:\n Wherewith I wake with his return\n Whose absent flame did make me burn:\n But when I find the lack, Lord! how I mourn!\n\nWhen other lovers in arms across\n Rejoice their chief delight,\n Drownèd in tears, to mourn my loss\n I stand the bitter night\n In my window where I may see\n Before the winds how the clouds flee:\n Lo! what a mariner love hath made me!\n\nAnd in green waves when the salt flood\n Doth rise by rage of wind,\n A thousand fancies in that mood\n Assail my restless mind.\n Alas! now drencheth my sweet foe,\n That with the spoil of my heart did go,\n And left me; but alas! why did he so?\n\nAnd when the seas wax calm again\n To chase fro me annoy,\n My doubtful hope doth cause me plain;\n So dread cuts off my joy.\n Thus is my wealth mingled with woe\n And of each thought a doubt doth grow;\n —Now he comes! Will he come? Alas! no, no.","themes":["love","hope","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_40","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"40","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1516-47"},{"id":"oxford-41","title":"The Means to attain Happy Life","poet":"Henry Howard, Earl Of Surrey","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"MARTIAL, the things that do attain\n The happy life be these, I find:—\n The richesse left, not got with pain;\n The fruitful ground, the quiet mind;\n The equal friend; no grudge, no strife;\n No charge of rule, nor governance;\n Without disease, the healthful life;\n The household of continuance;\n\nThe mean diet, no delicate fare;\n True wisdom join’d with simpleness;\n The night dischargèd of all care,\n Where wine the wit may not oppress.\n\nThe faithful wife, without debate;\n Such sleeps as may beguile the night:\n Contented with thine own estate\n Ne wish for death, ne fear his might.","themes":["death","night","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_41","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"41","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1516-47"},{"id":"oxford-42","title":"A True Love","poet":"Nicholas Grimald","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHAT sweet relief the showers to thirsty plants we see,\n What dear delight the blooms to bees, my true love is to me!\n As fresh and lusty Ver foul Winter doth exceed—\n As morning bright, with scarlet sky, doth pass the evening’s weed—\n As mellow pears above the crabs esteemèd be—\n So doth my love surmount them all, whom yet I hap to see!\n The oak shall olives bear, the lamb the lion fray,\n The owl shall match the nightingale in tuning of her lay,\n\nOR I my love let slip out of mine entire heart,\n So deep reposèd in my breast is she for her desart!\n For many blessèd gifts, O happy, happy land!\n Where Mars and Pallas strive to make their glory most to stand!\n Yet, land, more is thy bliss that, in this cruel age,\n A Venus’ imp thou hast brought forth, so steadfast and so sage.\n Among the Muses Nine a tenth if Jove would make,\n And to the Graces Three a fourth, her would Apollo take.\n Let some for honour hunt, and hoard the massy gold:\n With her so I may live and die, my weal cannot be told.","themes":["love","nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_42","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"42","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1519-62"},{"id":"oxford-43","title":"A Bequest of His Heart","poet":"Alexander Scott","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HENCE, heart, with her that must depart,\n And hald thee with thy soverane!\n For I had liever want ane heart.\n Nor have the heart that dois me pain.\n Therefore, go, with thy luve remain,\n And let me leif thus unmolest;\n And see that thou come not again,\n But bide with her thou luvis best.\n\nSen she that I have servit lang\n Is to depart so suddenly,\n Address thee now, for thou sall gang\n And bear thy lady company.\n\nFRA she be gone, heartless am I,\n For quhy? thou art with her possest.\n Therefore, my heart, go hence in high,\n And bide with her thou luvis best.\n\nThough this belappit body here\n Be bound to servitude and thrall,\n My faithful heart is free entier\n And mind to serve my lady at all.\n Would God that I were perigall\n Under that redolent rose to rest!\n Yet at the least, my heart, thou sall\n Abide with her thou luvis best.\n\nSen in your garth the lily quhyte\n May not remain amang the laif,\n Adieu the flower of whole delite!\n Adieu the succour that may me saif!\n Adieu the fragrant balme suaif,\n And lamp of ladies lustiest!\n My faithful heart she shall it haif\n To bide with her it luvis best.\n\nDeploir, ye ladies cleir of hue,\n Her absence, sen she must depart!\n And, specially, ye luveris true\n That wounded bene with Luvis dart.\n For some of you sall want ane heart\n As well as I; therefore at last\n Do go with mine, with mind inwart,\n And bide with her thou luvis best!","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_43","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"43","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1520?-158-"},{"id":"oxford-44","title":"A Rondel of Love","poet":"Alexander Scott","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"LO, quhat it is to love\n Learn ye that list to prove,\n By me, I say, that no ways may\n The ground of grief remove,\n But still decay both nicht and day:\n Lo, quhat it is to love!\n\nLove is ane fervent fire\n Kindlit without desire,\n Short pleasure, long displeasure,\n Repentance is the hire;\n Ane pure tressour without measour;\n Love is ane fervent fire.\n\nTo love and to be wise,\n To rage with good advice;\n Now thus, now than, so gois the game,\n Incertain is the dice;\n There is no man, I say, that can\n Both love and to be wise.\n\nFlee always from the snare,\n Learn at me to beware;\n It is ane pain, and double trane\n Of endless woe and care;\n For to refrain that danger plain,\n Flee always from the snare.","themes":["love","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_44","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"44","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1520?-158-"},{"id":"oxford-45","title":"In Youth is Pleasure","poet":"Robert Wever","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IN a harbour grene aslepe whereas I lay,\n The byrdes sang swete in the middes of the day,\n I dreamèd fast of mirth and play:\n In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.\n\nMethought I walked still to and fro,\n And from her company I could not go—\n But when I waked it was not so:\n In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.\n\nTherefore my hart is surely pyght\n Of her alone to have a sight\n Which is my joy and hartes delight:\n In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.","themes":["time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_45","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"45","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"c. 1550"},{"id":"oxford-46","title":"Amantium Iræ","poet":"Richard Edwardes","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IN going to my naked bed as one that would have slept,\n I heard a wife sing to her child, that long before had wept;\n She sighèd sore and sang full sweet, to bring the babe to rest,\n That would not cease but crièd still, in sucking at her breast.\n She was full weary of her watch, and grievèd with her child,\n She rockèd it and rated it, till that on her it smiled.\n Then did she say, Now have I found this proverb true to prove,\n The falling out of faithful friends renewing is of love.\n\nThen took I paper, pen, and ink, this proverb for to write,\n In register for to remain of such a worthy wight:\n As she proceeded thus in song unto her little brat,\n Much matter utter’d she of weight, in place whereas she sat:\n And provèd plain there was no beast, nor creature bearing life,\n Could well be known to live in love without discord and strife:\n Then kissèd she her little babe, and sware by God above,\n The falling out of faithful friends renewing is of love.\n\nShe said that neither king nor prince nor lord could live aright,\n Until their puissance they did prove, their manhood and their might.\n When manhood shall be matched so that fear can take no place,\n Then weary works make warriors each other to embrace,\n And left their force that failèd them, which did consume the rout,\n That might before have lived their time, their strength and nature out:\n Then did she sing as one that thought no man could her reprove,\n The falling out of faithful friends renewing is of love.\n\nShe said she saw no fish nor fowl, nor beast within her haunt,\n That met a stranger in their kind, but could give it a taunt:\n Since flesh might not endure, but rest must wrath succeed,\n And force the fight to fall to play in pasture where they feed,\n So noble nature can well end the work she hath begun,\n And bridle well that will not cease her tragedy in some:\n Thus in song she oft rehearsed, as did her well behove,\n The falling out of faithful friends renewing is of love.\n\nI marvel much pardy (quoth she) for to behold the rout,\n To see man, woman, boy and beast, to toss the world about:\n Some kneel, some crouch, some beck, some check, and some can smoothly smile,\n And some embrace others in arm, and there think many a wile,\n Some stand aloof at cap and knee, some humble and some stout,\n Yet are they never friends in deed until they once fall out:\n Thus ended she her song and said, before she did remove,\n The falling out of faithful friends renewing is of love.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_46","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"46","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1523-66"},{"id":"oxford-47","title":"A Lover’s Lullaby","poet":"George Gascoigne","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SING lullaby, as women do,\n Wherewith they bring their babes to rest;\n And lullaby can I sing too,\n As womanly as can the best.\n With lullaby they still the child;\n And if I be not much beguiled,\n Full many a wanton babe have I,\n Which must be still’d with lullaby.\n\nFirst lullaby my youthful years,\n It is now time to go to bed:\n For crookèd age and hoary hairs\n Have won the haven within my head.\n With lullaby, then, youth be still;\n With lullaby content thy will;\n Since courage quails and comes behind,\n Go sleep, and so beguile thy mind!\n\nNext lullaby my gazing eyes,\n Which wonted were to glance apace;\n For every glass may now suffice\n To show the furrows in thy face.\n With lullaby then wink awhile;\n With lullaby your looks beguile;\n Let no fair face, nor beauty bright,\n Entice you eft with vain delight.\n\nAnd lullaby my wanton will;\n Let reason’s rule now reign thy thought;\n Since all too late I find by skill\n How dear I have thy fancies bought;\n With lullaby now take thine ease,\n With lullaby thy doubts appease;\n For trust to this, if thou be still,\n My body shall obey thy will.\n\nThus lullaby my youth, mine eyes,\n My will, my ware, and all that was:\n I can no more delays devise;\n But welcome pain, let pleasure pass.\n With lullaby now take your leave;\n With lullaby your dreams deceive;\n And when you rise with waking eye,\n Remember then this lullaby.","themes":["love","hope","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_47","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"47","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1525?-77"},{"id":"oxford-48","title":"The Night is Near Gone","poet":"Alexander Montgomerie","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HEY! now the day dawis;\n The jolly cock crawis;\n Now shroudis the shawis\n Thro’ Nature anon.\n The thissel-cock cryis\n On lovers wha lyis:\n Now skaillis the skyis;\n The nicht is neir gone.\n\nThe fieldis ouerflowis\n With gowans that growis,\n Quhair lilies like low is\n As red as the rone.\n\nTHE turtle that true is,\n With notes that renewis,\n Her pairty pursuis:\n The nicht is neir gone.\n\nNow hairtis with hindis\n Conform to their kindis,\n Hie tursis their tyndis\n On ground quhair they grone.\n Now hurchonis, with hairis,\n Aye passis in pairis;\n Quhilk duly declaris\n The nicht is neir gone.\n\nThe season excellis\n Through sweetness that smellis;\n Now Cupid compellis\n Our hairtis echone\n On Venus wha waikis,\n To muse on our maikis,\n Syne sing for their saikis—\n ‘The nicht is neir gone!’\n\nAll courageous knichtis\n Aganis the day dichtis\n The breist-plate that bright is\n To fight with their fone.\n The stonèd steed stampis\n Through courage, and crampis,\n Syne on the land lampis:\n The nicht is neir gone.\n\nTHE freikis on feildis\n That wight wapins weildis\n With shyning bright shieldis\n At Titan in trone;\n Stiff speiris in reistis\n Ouer corseris crestis\n Are broke on their breistis:\n The nicht is neir gone.\n\nSo hard are their hittis,\n Some sweyis, some sittis,\n And some perforce flittis\n On ground quhile they grone.\n Syne groomis that gay is\n On blonkis that brayis\n With swordis assayis:—\n The nicht is neir gone.","themes":["hope"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_48","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"48","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1540?-1610?"},{"id":"oxford-49","title":"Jolly Good Ale and Old","poet":"William Stevenson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I CANNOT eat but little meat,\n My stomach is not good;\n But sure I think that I can drink\n With him that wears a hood.\n Though I go bare, take ye no care,\n I nothing am a-cold;\n I stuff my skin so full within\n Of jolly good ale and old.\n Back and side go bare, go bare;\n Both foot and hand go cold;\n But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,\n Whether it be new or old.\n\nI love no roast but a nut-brown toast,\n And a crab laid in the fire;\n A little bread shall do me stead;\n Much bread I not desire.\n No frost nor snow, no wind, I trow,\n Can hurt me if I wold;\n I am so wrapp’d and thoroughly lapp’d\n Of jolly good ale and old.\n Back and side go bare, go bare, &c.\n\nAnd Tib, my wife, that as her life\n Loveth well good ale to seek,\n Full oft drinks she till ye may see\n The tears run down her cheek:\n Then doth she trowl to me the bowl\n Even as a maltworm should,\n And saith, ‘Sweetheart, I took my part\n Of this jolly good ale and old.’\n Back and side go bare, go bare, &c.\n\nNow let them drink till they nod and wink,\n Even as good fellows should do;\n They shall not miss to have the bliss\n Good ale doth bring men to;\n And all poor souls that have scour’d bowls\n Or have them lustily troll’d,\n God save the lives of them and their wives,\n Whether they be young or old.\n Back and side go bare, go bare;\n Both foot and hand go cold;\n But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,\n Whether it be new or old.","themes":["love","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_49","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"49","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1530?-1575"},{"id":"oxford-50","title":"When Flora had O’erfret the Firth","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"QUHEN Flora had o’erfret the firth\n In May of every moneth queen;\n Quhen merle and mavis singis with mirth\n Sweet melling in the shawis sheen;\n Quhen all luvaris rejoicit bene\n And most desirous of their prey,\n I heard a lusty luvar mene\n —‘I luve, but I dare nocht assay!’\n\n‘Strong are the pains I daily prove,\n But yet with patience I sustene,\n I am so fetterit with the luve\n Only of my lady sheen,\n Quhilk for her beauty micht be queen,\n Nature so craftily alway\n Has done depaint that sweet serene:\n —Quhom I luve I dare nocht assay.\n\n‘She is so bricht of hyd and hue,\n I luve but her alone, I ween;\n Is none her luve that may eschew,\n That blinkis of that dulce amene;\n So comely cleir are her twa een\n That she mae luvaris dois affray\n Than ever of Greece did fair Helene:\n —Quhom I luve I dare nocht assay!’","themes":["loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_50","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"50","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"16th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-51","title":"Lusty May","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O LUSTY May, with Flora queen!\n The balmy dropis from Phoebus sheen\n Preluciand beams before the day:\n By that Diana growis green\n Through gladness of this lusty May.\n\nThen Esperus, that is so bricht,\n Til woful hairtis castis his light,\n With bankis that bloomis on every brae;\n And schouris are shed forth of their sicht\n Through gladness of this lusty May.\n\nBirdis on bewis of every birth,\n Rejoicing notis makand their mirth\n Richt plesantly upon the spray,\n With flourishingis o’er field and firth\n Through gladness of this lusty May.\n\nAll luvaris that are in care\n To their ladies they do repair\n In fresh morningis before the day,\n And are in mirth ay mair and mair\n Through gladness of this lusty May.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_51","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"51","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"16th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-52","title":"My Heart is High Above · NUMBERS FROM ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES & SONG-BOOKS BY UNNAMED OR UNCERTAIN AUTHORS","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"MY heart is high above, my body is full of bliss,\n For I am set in luve as well as I would wiss\n I luve my lady pure and she luvis me again,\n I am her serviture, she is my soverane;\n She is my very heart, I am her howp and heill,\n She is my joy invart, I am her luvar leal;\n I am her bond and thrall, she is at my command;\n I am perpetual her man, both foot and hand;\n The thing that may her please my body sall fulfil;\n Quhatever her disease, it does my body ill.\n My bird, my bonny ane, my tender babe venust,\n My luve, my life alane, my liking and my lust!\n We interchange our hairtis in others armis soft,\n Spriteless we twa depairtis, usand our luvis oft.\n We mourn when licht day dawis, we plain the nicht is short,\n We curse the cock that crawis, that hinderis our disport.\n I glowffin up aghast, quhen I her miss on nicht,\n And in my oxter fast I find the bowster richt;\n Then languor on me lies like Morpheus the mair,\n Quhilk causes me uprise and to my sweet repair.\n And then is all the sorrow forth of remembrance\n That ever I had a-forrow in luvis observance.\n Thus never I do rest, so lusty a life I lead,\n Quhen that I list to test the well of womanheid.\n Luvaris in pain, I pray God send you sic remeid\n As I have nicht and day, you to defend from deid!\n Therefore be ever true unto your ladies free,\n And they will on you rue as mine has done on me.","themes":["love","nature","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_52","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"52","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"16th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-53","title":"A Praise of His Lady","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"GIVE place, you ladies, and begone!\n Boast not yourselves at all!\n For here at hand approacheth one\n Whose face will stain you all.\n\nThe virtue of her lively looks\n Excels the precious stone;\n I wish to have none other books\n To read or look upon.\n\nIn each of her two crystal eyes\n Smileth a naked boy;\n It would you all in heart suffice\n To see that lamp of joy.\n\nI think Nature hath lost the mould\n Where she her shape did take;\n Or else I doubt if Nature could\n So fair a creature make.\n\nShe may be well compared\n Unto the Phœnix kind,\n Whose like was never seen or heard,\n That any man can find.\n\nIn life she is Diana chaste,\n In troth Penelopey;\n In word and eke in deed steadfast.\n —What will you more we say?\n\nIf all the world were sought so far,\n Who could find such a wight?\n Her beauty twinkleth like a star\n Within the frosty night.\n\nHer rosial colour comes and goes\n With such a comely grace,\n More ruddier, too, than doth the rose,\n Within her lively face.\n\nAt Bacchus’ feast none shall her meet,\n Ne at no wanton play,\n Nor gazing in an open street,\n Nor gadding as a stray.\n\nThe modest mirth that she doth use\n Is mix’d with shamefastness;\n All vice she doth wholly refuse,\n And hateth idleness.\n\nO Lord! it is a world to see\n How virtue can repair,\n And deck in her such honesty,\n Whom Nature made so fair.\n\nTruly she doth so far exceed\n Our women nowadays,\n As doth the jeliflower a weed;\n And more a thousand ways.\n\nHow might I do to get a graff\n Of this unspotted tree?\n —For all the rest are plain but chaff,\n Which seem good corn to be.\n\nThis gift alone I shall her give;\n When death doth what he can,\n Her honest fame shall ever live\n Within the mouth of man.\n  ? by John Heywood","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_53","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"53","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"16th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-54","title":"To Her Sea-faring Lover","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SHALL I thus ever long, and be no whit the neare?\n And shall I still complain to thee, the which me will not hear?\n Alas! say nay! say nay! and be no more so dumb,\n But open thou thy manly mouth and say that thou wilt come:\n Whereby my heart may think, although I see not thee,\n That thou wilt come—thy word so sware—if thou a live man be.\n The roaring hugy waves they threaten my poor ghost,\n And toss thee up and down the seas in danger to be lost.\n Shall they not make me fear that they have swallowed thee?\n —But as thou art most sure alive, so wilt thou come to me.\n Whereby I shall go see thy ship ride on the strand,\n And think and say Lo where he comes and Sure here will he land:\n\nAND then I shall lift up to thee my little hand,\n And thou shalt think thine heart in ease, in health to see me stand.\n And if thou come indeed (as Christ thee send to do!)\n Those arms which miss thee now shall then embrace [and hold] thee too:\n Each vein to every joint the lively blood shall spread\n Which now for want of thy glad sight doth show full pale and dead.\n But if thou slip thy troth, and do not come at all,\n As minutes in the clock do strike so call for death I shall:\n To please both thy false heart and rid myself from woe,\n That rather had to die in troth than live forsaken so!","themes":["love","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_54","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"54","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"16th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-55","title":"The Faithless Shepherdess","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHILE that the sun with his beams hot\n Scorchèd the fruits in vale and mountain,\n Philon the shepherd, late forgot,\n Sitting beside a crystal fountain\n In shadow of a green oak tree,\n Upon his pipe this song play’d he:\n Adieu, Love, adieu, Love, untrue Love!\n Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu, Love!\n Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.\n\nSo long as I was in your sight\n I was your heart, your soul, your treasure;\n And evermore you sobb’d and sigh’d\n Burning in flames beyond all measure:\n —Three days endured your love to me,\n And it was lost in other three!\n Adieu, Love, adieu, Love, untrue Love!\n Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu, Love!\n Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.\n\nAnother shepherd you did see,\n To whom your heart was soon enchainèd;\n Full soon your love was leapt from me,\n Full soon my place he had obtainèd.\n Soon came a third your love to win,\n And we were out and he was in.\n Adieu, Love, adieu, Love, untrue Love!\n Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu, Love!\n Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.\n\nSure you have made me passing glad\n That you your mind so soon removèd,\n Before that I the leisure had\n To choose you for my best belovèd:\n For all my love was pass’d and done\n Two days before it was begun.\n Adieu, Love, adieu, Love, untrue Love!\n Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu, Love!\n Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_55","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"55","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"16th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-56","title":"Crabbed Age and Youth","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"CRABBÈD Age and Youth\n Cannot live together:\n Youth is full of pleasance,\n Age is full of care;\n Youth like summer morn,\n Age like winter weather;\n Youth like summer brave,\n Age like winter bare.\n Youth is full of sport,\n Age’s breath is short;\n Youth is nimble, Age is lame;\n Youth is hot and bold,\n Age is weak and cold;\n Youth is wild, and Age is tame.\n Age, I do abhor thee;\n Youth, I do adore thee;\n O, my Love, my Love is young!\n Age, I do defy thee:\n O, sweet shepherd, hie thee!\n For methinks thou stay’st too long.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_56","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"56","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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Corydon, arise, my Corydon!\n                  Titan shineth clear.\n     Corydon. Who is it that calleth Corydon?\n                  Who is it that I hear?\n        Phyl. Phyllida, thy true love, calleth thee,\n                  Arise then, arise then,\n                    Arise and keep thy flock with me!\n         Cor. Phyllida, my true love, is it she?\n                  I come then, I come then,\n                    I come and keep my flock with thee.\n\n         Phyl. Here are cherries ripe for my Corydon;\n                  Eat them for my sake.\n          Cor. Here’s my oaten pipe, my lovely one,\n                  Sport for thee to make.\n\n        Phyl. Here are threads, my true love, fine as silk,\n                  To knit thee, to knit thee,\n                    A pair of stockings white as milk.\n         Cor. Here are reeds, my true love, fine and neat,\n                  To make thee, to make thee,\n                    A bonnet to withstand the heat.\n\n        Phyl. I will gather flowers, my Corydon,\n                  To set in thy cap.\n         Cor. I will gather pears, my lovely one,\n                  To put in thy lap.\n        Phyl. I will buy my true love garters gay,\n                  For Sundays, for Sundays,\n                    To wear about his legs so tall.\n         Cor. I will buy my true love yellow say,\n                  For Sundays, for Sundays,\n                    To wear about her middle small.\n\n        Phyl. When my Corydon sits on a hill\n                  Making melody—\n         Cor. When my lovely one goes to her wheel,\n                  Singing cheerily—\n        Phyl. Sure methinks my true love doth excel\n                  For sweetness, for sweetness,\n                    Our Pan, that old Arcadian knight.\n         Cor. And methinks my true love bears the bell\n                  For clearness, for clearness,\n                    Beyond the nymphs that be so bright.\n\n        Phyl. Had my Corydon, my Corydon,\n                  Been, alack! her swain—\n         Cor. Had my lovely one, my lovely one,\n                  Been in Ida plain—\n\nPhyl. Cynthia Endymion had refused,\n              Preferring, preferring,\n                My Corydon to play withal.\n     Cor. The Queen of Love had been excused\n              Bequeathing, bequeathing,\n                My Phyllida the golden ball.\n\n    Phyl. Yonder comes my mother, Corydon!\n              Whither shall I fly?\n     Cor. Under yonder beech, my lovely one,\n              While she passeth by.\n    Phyl. Say to her thy true love was not here;\n              Remember, remember,\n                To-morrow is another day.\n     Cor. Doubt me not, my true love, do not fear;\n              Farewell then, farewell then!\n                Heaven keep our loves alway!","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_57","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"57","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"16th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-58","title":"A Pedlar","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"FINE knacks for ladies! cheap, choice, brave, and new,\n Good pennyworths—but money cannot move:\n I keep a fair but for the Fair to view—\n A beggar may be liberal of love.\n Though all my wares be trash, the heart is true,\n The heart is true.\n\nGreat gifts are guiles and look for gifts again;\n My trifles come as treasures from my mind:\n It is a precious jewel to be plain;\n Sometimes in shell the orient’st pearls we find:—\n Of others take a sheaf, of me a grain!\n Of me a grain!","themes":["love","hope"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_58","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"58","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"16th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-59","title":"Hey nonny no!","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HEY nonny no!\n Men are fools that wish to die!\n Is’t not fine to dance and sing\n When the bells of death do ring?\n Is’t not fine to swim in wine,\n And turn upon the toe,\n And sing hey nonny no!\n When the winds blow and the seas flow?\n Hey nonny no!","themes":["death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_59","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"59","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"16th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-60","title":"Preparations","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"YET if His Majesty, our sovereign lord,\n Should of his own accord\n Friendly himself invite,\n And say ‘I’ll be your guest to-morrow night,’\n How should we stir ourselves, call and command\n All hands to work! ‘Let no man idle stand!\n\n‘Set me fine Spanish tables in the hall;\n See they be fitted all;\n Let there be room to eat\n And order taken that there want no meat.\n See every sconce and candlestick made bright,\n That without tapers they may give a light.\n\n‘Look to the presence: are the carpets spread,\n The dazie o’er the head,\n The cushions in the chairs,\n And all the candles lighted on the stairs?\n Perfume the chambers, and in any case\n Let each man give attendance in his place!’\n\nThus, if a king were coming, would we do;\n And ’twere good reason too;\n For ’tis a duteous thing\n To show all honour to an earthly king,\n And after all our travail and our cost,\n So he be pleased, to think no labour lost.\n\nBut at the coming of the King of Heaven\n All’s set at six and seven;\n We wallow in our sin,\n Christ cannot find a chamber in the inn.\n We entertain Him always like a stranger,\n And, as at first, still lodge Him in the manger.","themes":["spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_60","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"60","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"16th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-61","title":"The New Jerusalem","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HIERUSALEM, my happy home,\n When shall I come to thee?\n When shall my sorrows have an end,\n Thy joys when shall I see?\n\nO happy harbour of the Saints!\n O sweet and pleasant soil!\n In thee no sorrow may be found,\n No grief, no care, no toil.\n\nThere lust and lucre cannot dwell,\n There envy bears no sway;\n There is no hunger, heat, nor cold,\n But pleasure every way.\n\nThy walls are made of precious stones,\n Thy bulwarks diamonds square;\n Thy gates are of right orient pearl,\n Exceeding rich and rare.\n\nThy turrets and thy pinnacles\n With carbuncles do shine;\n Thy very streets are paved with gold,\n Surpassing clear and fine.\n\nAh, my sweet home, Hierusalem,\n Would God I were in thee!\n Would God my woes were at an end,\n Thy joys that I might see!\n\nThy gardens and thy gallant walks\n Continually are green;\n There grows such sweet and pleasant flowers\n As nowhere else are seen.\n\nQuite through the streets, with silver sound,\n The flood of Life doth flow;\n Upon whose banks on every side\n The wood of Life doth grow.\n\nThere trees for evermore bear fruit,\n And evermore do spring;\n There evermore the angels sit,\n And evermore do sing.\n\nOur Lady sings Magnificat\n With tones surpassing sweet;\n And all the virgins bear their part,\n Sitting about her feet.\n\nHierusalem, my happy home,\n Would God I were in thee!\n Would God my woes were at an end,\n Thy joys that I might see!","themes":["nature","grief","spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_61","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"61","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"16th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-62","title":"Icarus","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"LOVE wing’d my Hopes and taught me how to fly\n Far from base earth, but not to mount too high:\n For true pleasure\n Lives in measure,\n Which if men forsake,\n Blinded they into folly run and grief for pleasure take.\n\nBut my vain Hopes, proud of their new-taught flight,\n Enamour’d sought to woo the sun’s fair light,\n Whose rich brightness\n Moved their lightness\n To aspire so high\n That all scorch’d and consumed with fire now drown’d in woe they lie.\n\nAnd none but Love their woeful hap did rue,\n For Love did know that their desires were true;\n Though fate frownèd,\n And now drownèd\n They in sorrow dwell,\n It was the purest light of heav’n for whose fair love they fell.","themes":["love","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_62","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"62","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"16th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-63","title":"Madrigal","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"MY Love in her attire doth show her wit,\n It doth so well become her;\n For every season she hath dressings fit,\n For Winter, Spring, and Summer.\n No beauty she doth miss\n When all her robes are on:\n But Beauty’s self she is\n When all her robes are gone.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_63","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"63","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"16th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-64","title":"How can the Heart forget her?","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"AT her fair hands how have I grace entreated\n With prayers oft repeated!\n Yet still my love is thwarted:\n Heart, let her go, for she’ll not be converted—\n Say, shall she go?\n O no, no, no, no, no!\n She is most fair, though she be marble-hearted.\n\nHow often have my sighs declared my anguish,\n Wherein I daily languish!\n Yet still she doth procure it:\n Heart, let her go, for I can not endure it—\n Say, shall she go?\n O no, no, no, no, no!\n She gave the wound, and she alone must cure it.\n\nBut shall I still a true affection owe her,\n Which prayers, sighs, tears do show her,\n And shall she still disdain me?\n Heart, let her go, if they no grace can gain me—\n Say, shall she go?\n O no, no, no, no, no!\n She made me hers, and hers she will retain me.\n\nBut if the love that hath and still doth burn me\n No love at length return me,\n Out of my thoughts I’ll set her:\n Heart, let her go, O heart I pray thee, let her!\n Say, shall she go?\n O no, no, no, no, no!\n Fix’d in the heart, how can the heart forget her?","themes":["love","grief","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_64","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"64","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"16th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-65","title":"Tears","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WEEP you no more, sad fountains;\n What need you flow so fast?\n Look how the snowy mountains\n Heaven’s sun doth gently waste!\n But my Sun’s heavenly eyes\n View not your weeping,\n That now lies sleeping\n Softly, now softly lies\n Sleeping.\n\nSleep is a reconciling,\n A rest that peace begets;\n Doth not the sun rise smiling\n When fair at even he sets?\n Rest you then, rest, sad eyes!\n Melt not in weeping,\n While she lies sleeping\n Softly, now softly lies\n Sleeping.","themes":["grief","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_65","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"65","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"16th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-66","title":"My Lady’s Tears","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I SAW my Lady weep,\n And Sorrow proud to be advancèd so\n In those fair eyes where all perfections keep.\n Her face was full of woe;\n But such a woe (believe me) as wins more hearts\n Than Mirth can do with her enticing parts.\n\nSorrow was there made fair,\n And Passion wise; Tears a delightful thing;\n Silence beyond all speech, a wisdom rare:\n She made her sighs to sing,\n And all things with so sweet a sadness move\n As made my heart at once both grieve, and love.\n\nO fairer than aught else\n The world can show, leave off in time to grieve!\n Enough, enough: your joyful look excels:\n Tears kill the heart, believe.\n O strive not to be excellent in woe,\n Which only breeds your beauty’s overthrow.","themes":["love","grief","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_66","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"66","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"16th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-67","title":"Sister, Awake!","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SISTER, awake! close not your eyes!\n The day her light discloses,\n And the bright morning doth arise\n Out of her bed of roses.\n\nSee the clear sun, the world’s bright eye,\n In at our window peeping:\n Lo, how he blusheth to espy\n Us idle wenches sleeping!\n\nTherefore awake! make haste, I say,\n And let us, without staying,\n All in our gowns of green so gay\n Into the Park a-maying!","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_67","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"67","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"16th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-68","title":"Devotion","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"FAIN would I change that note\n To which fond Love hath charm’d me\n Long, long to sing by rote,\n Fancying that that harm’d me:\n Yet when this thought doth come,\n ‘Love is the perfect sum\n Of all delight,’\n I have no other choice\n Either for pen or voice\n To sing or write.\n\nO Love! they wrong thee much\n That say thy sweet is bitter,\n When thy rich fruit is such\n As nothing can be sweeter.\n Fair house of joy and bliss,\n Where truest pleasure is,\n I do adore thee:\n I know thee what thou art,\n I serve thee with my heart,\n And fall before thee.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_68","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"68","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"16th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-69","title":"Since First I saw your Face","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SINCE first I saw your face I resolved to honour and renown ye;\n If now I be disdainèd I wish my heart had never known ye.\n What? I that loved and you that liked, shall we begin to wrangle?\n No, no, no, my heart is fast, and cannot disentangle.\n\nIf I admire or praise you too much, that fault you may forgive me;\n Or if my hands had stray’d but a touch, then justly might you leave me.\n I ask’d you leave, you bade me love; is’t now a time to chide me?\n No, no, no, I’ll love you still what fortune e’er betide me.\n\nThe Sun, whose beams most glorious are, rejecteth no beholder,\n And your sweet beauty past compare made my poor eyes the bolder:\n Where beauty moves and wit delights and signs of kindness bind me,\n There, O there! where’er I go I’ll leave my heart behind me!","themes":["love","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_69","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"69","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"16th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-70","title":"There is a Lady sweet and kind","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THERE is a Lady sweet and kind,\n Was never face so pleased my mind;\n I did but see her passing by,\n And yet I love her till I die.\n\nHer gesture, motion, and her smiles,\n Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles,\n Beguiles my heart, I know not why,\n And yet I love her till I die.\n\nCupid is wingèd and doth range,\n Her country so my love doth change:\n But change she earth, or change she sky,\n Yet will I love her till I die.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_70","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"70","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"16th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-71","title":"Love not me for comely grace","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"LOVE not me for comely grace,\n For my pleasing eye or face,\n Nor for any outward part,\n No, nor for a constant heart:\n For these may fail or turn to ill,\n So thou and I shall sever:\n Keep, therefore, a true woman’s eye,\n And love me still but know not why—\n So hast thou the same reason still\n To doat upon me ever!","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_71","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"71","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"16th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-72","title":"The Wakening","poet":"Anonymous (Oxford anthology)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ON a time the amorous Silvy\n Said to her shepherd, ‘Sweet, how do ye?\n Kiss me this once and then God be with ye,\n My sweetest dear!\n Kiss me this once and then God be with ye,\n For now the morning draweth near.’\n With that, her fairest bosom showing,\n Op’ning her lips, rich perfumes blowing,\n She said, ‘Now kiss me and be going,\n My sweetest dear!\n Kiss me this once and then be going,\n For now the morning draweth near.’\n With that the shepherd waked from sleeping,\n And spying where the day was peeping,\n He said, ‘Now take my soul in keeping,\n My sweetest dear!\n Kiss me and take my soul in keeping,\n Since I must go, now day is near.’","themes":["love","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_72","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"72","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"16th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-73","title":"Phillida and Coridon","poet":"Nicholas Breton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IN the merry month of May,\n In a morn by break of day.\n Forth I walk’d by the wood-side\n When as May was in his pride:\n There I spièd all alone\n Phillida and Coridon.\n Much ado there was, God wot!\n He would love and she would not.\n She said, Never man was true;\n He said, None was false to you.\n He said, He had loved her long;\n She said, Love should have no wrong.\n Coridon would kiss her then;\n She said, Maids must kiss no men\n Till they did for good and all;\n Then she made the shepherd call\n All the heavens to witness truth\n Never loved a truer youth.\n Thus with many a pretty oath,\n Yea and nay, and faith and troth,\n Such as silly shepherds use\n When they will not Love abuse,\n Love, which had been long deluded,\n Was with kisses sweet concluded;\n And Phillida, with garlands gay,\n Was made the Lady of the May.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_73","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"73","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1542-1626"},{"id":"oxford-75","title":"PASSIONS are liken’d best to floods and streams:","poet":"Sir Walter Raleigh","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"i\n\nPASSIONS are liken’d best to floods and streams:\n The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb;\n So, when affection yields discourse, it seems\n The bottom is but shallow whence they come.\n They that are rich in words, in words discover\n That they are poor in that which makes a lover.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_75","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"75","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1552-1618"},{"id":"oxford-76","title":"WRONG not, sweet empress of my heart,","poet":"Sir Walter Raleigh","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ii\n\nWRONG not, sweet empress of my heart,\n The merit of true passion,\n With thinking that he feels no smart,\n That sues for no compassion.\n\nSilence in love bewrays more woe\n Than words, though ne’er so witty:\n A beggar that is dumb, you know,\n May challenge double pity.\n\nThen wrong not, dearest to my heart,\n My true, though secret passion;\n He smarteth most that hides his smart,\n And sues for no compassion.","themes":["love","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_76","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"76","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1552-1618"},{"id":"oxford-77","title":"His Pilgrimage","poet":"Sir Walter Raleigh","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"GIVE me my scallop-shell of quiet,\n My staff of faith to walk upon,\n My scrip of joy, immortal diet,\n My bottle of salvation,\n My gown of glory, hope’s true gage;\n And thus I’ll take my pilgrimage.\n\nBlood must be my body’s balmer;\n No other balm will there be given;\n Whilst my soul, like quiet palmer,\n Travelleth towards the land of heaven;\n Over the silver mountains,\n Where spring the nectar fountains;\n There will I kiss\n The bowl of bliss;\n And drink mine everlasting fill\n Upon every milken hill.\n My soul will be a-dry before;\n But, after, it will thirst no more.","themes":["love","nature","hope","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_77","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"77","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1552-1618"},{"id":"oxford-78","title":"The Conclusion","poet":"Sir Walter Raleigh","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"EVEN such is Time, that takes in trust\n Our youth, our joys, our all we have,\n And pays us but with earth and dust;\n Who in the dark and silent grave,\n When we have wander’d all our ways,\n Shuts up the story of our days;\n But from this earth, this grave, this dust,\n My God shall raise me up, I trust.","themes":["time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_78","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"78","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1552-1618"},{"id":"oxford-79","title":"Whilst it is prime","poet":"Edmund Spenser","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"FRESH Spring, the herald of loves mighty king,\n In whose cote-armour richly are displayd\n All sorts of flowers, the which on earth do spring.\n In goodly colours gloriously arrayd—\n Goe to my love, where she is carelesse layd,\n Yet in her winters bowre not well awake;\n Tell her the joyous time wil not be staid,\n Unlesse she doe him by the forelock take;\n Bid her therefore her selfe soone ready make,\n To wayt on Love amongst his lovely crew;\n Where every one, that misseth then her make,\n Shall be by him amearst with penance dew.\n Make hast, therefore, sweet love, whilest it is prime;\n For none can call againe the passèd time.","themes":["love","nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_79","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"79","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1552-1599"},{"id":"oxford-80","title":"A Ditty","poet":"Edmund Spenser","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SEE where she sits upon the grassie greene,\n (O seemely sight!)\n Yclad in Scarlot, like a mayden Queene,\n And ermines white:\n Upon her head a Cremosin coronet\n With Damaske roses and Daffadillies set:\n Bay leaves betweene,\n And primroses greene,\n Embellish the sweete Violet.\n\nTell me, have ye seene her angelick face\n Like Phœbe fayre?\n Her heavenly haveour, her princely grace,\n Can you well compare?\n The Redde rose medled with the White yfere,\n In either cheeke depeincten lively chere:\n Her modest eye,\n Her Majestie,\n Where have you seene the like but there?\n\nI see Calliope speede her to the place,\n Where my Goddesse shines;\n And after her the other Muses trace\n With their Violines.\n Bene they not Bay braunches which they do beare,\n All for Elisa in her hand to weare?\n So sweetely they play,\n And sing all the way,\n That it a heaven is to heare.\n\nLO, how finely the Graces can it foote\n To the Instrument:\n They dauncen deffly, and singen soote,\n In their meriment.\n Wants not a fourth Grace to make the daunce even?\n Let that rowme to my Lady be yeven.\n She shal be a Grace,\n To fyll the fourth place,\n And reigne with the rest in heaven.\n\nBring hether the Pincke and purple Cullambine,\n With Gelliflowres;\n Bring Coronations, and Sops-in-wine\n Worne of Paramoures:\n Strowe me the ground with Daffadowndillies,\n And Cowslips, and Kingcups, and lovèd Lillies:\n The pretie Pawnce,\n And the Chevisaunce,\n Shall match with the fayre flowre Delice.\n\nNow ryse up, Elisa, deckèd as thou art\n In royall aray;\n And now ye daintie Damsells may depart\n Eche one her way.\n I feare I have troubled your troupes to longe:\n Let dame Elisa thanke you for her song:\n And if you come hether\n When Damsines I gether,\n I will part them all you among.","themes":["nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_80","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"80","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1552-1599"},{"id":"oxford-81","title":"Prothalamion","poet":"Edmund Spenser","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"CALME was the day, and through the trembling ayre\n Sweete-breathing Zephyrus did softly play\n A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay\n Hot Titans beames, which then did glyster fayre;\n When I, (whom sullein care,\n Through discontent of my long fruitlesse stay\n In Princes Court, and expectation vayne\n Of idle hopes, which still doe fly away,\n Like empty shaddowes, did afflict my brayne,)\n Walkt forth to ease my payne\n Along the shoare of silver streaming Themmes;\n Whose rutty Bancke, the which his River hemmes,\n Was paynted all with variable flowers,\n And all the meades adornd with daintie gemmes\n Fit to decke maydens bowres,\n And crowne their Paramours\n Against the Brydale day, which is not long:\n Sweete Themmes! runne softly, till I end my Song.\n\nThere, in a Meadow, by the Rivers side,\n A Flocke of Nymphes I chauncèd to espy,\n All lovely Daughters of the Flood thereby,\n With goodly greenish locks, all loose untyde,\n As each had bene a Bryde;\n And each one had a little wicker basket,\n Made of fine twigs, entraylèd curiously,\n In which they gathered flowers to fill their flasket,\n And with fine Fingers cropt full feateously\n The tender stalkes on hye.\n Of every sort, which in that Meadow grew,\n They gathered some; the Violet, pallid blew,\n\nThe little Dazie, that at evening closes,\n The virgin Lillie, and the Primrose trew,\n With store of vermeil Roses,\n To decke their Bridegromes posies\n Against the Brydale day, which was not long:\n Sweete Themmes! runne softly, till I end my Song.\n\nWith that I saw two Swannes of goodly hewe\n Come softly swimming downe along the Lee;\n Two fairer Birds I yet did never see;\n The snow, which doth the top of Pindus strew,\n Did never whiter shew;\n Nor Jove himselfe, when he a Swan would be,\n For love of Leda, whiter did appeare;\n Yet Leda was (they say) as white as he,\n Yet not so white as these, nor nothing neare;\n So purely white they were,\n That even the gentle streame, the which them bare,\n Seem’d foule to them, and bad his billowes spare\n To wet their silken feathers, least they might\n Soyle their fayre plumes with water not so fayre,\n And marre their beauties bright,\n That shone as heavens light,\n Against their Brydale day, which was not long:\n Sweete Themmes! runne softly, till I end my Song.\n Eftsoones the Nymphes, which now had Flowers their fill,\n Ran all in haste to see that silver brood,\n As they came floating on the Christal Flood;\n Whom when they sawe, they stood amazèd still,\n Their wondring eyes to fill;\n Them seem’d they never saw a sight so fayre,\n Of Fowles, so lovely, that they sure did deeme\n Them heavenly borne, or to be that same payre\n Which through the Skie draw Venus silver Teeme;\n For sure they did not seeme\n To be begot of any earthly Seede,\n But rather Angels, or of Angels breede;\n Yet were they bred of Somers-heat, they say,\n In sweetest Season, when each Flower and weede\n The earth did fresh aray;\n So fresh they seem’d as day,\n Even as their Brydale day, which was not long:\n Sweete Themmes! runne softly, till I end my Song.\n\nThen forth they all out of their baskets drew\n Great store of Flowers, the honour of the field,\n That to the sense did fragrant odours yield,\n All which upon those goodly Birds they threw\n And all the Waves did strew,\n That like old Peneus Waters they did seeme,\n When downe along by pleasant Tempes shore,\n Scattred with Flowres, through Thessaly they streeme,\n That they appeare, through Lillies plenteous store,\n Like a Brydes Chamber flore.\n Two of those Nymphes, meane while, two Garlands bound\n Of freshest Flowres which in that Mead they found,\n The which presenting all in trim Array,\n Their snowie Foreheads therewithall they crownd,\n Whil’st one did sing this Lay,\n Prepared against that Day,\n Against their Brydale day, which was not long:\n Sweete Themmes! runne softly, till I end my Song.\n\n‘Ye gentle Birdes! the worlds faire ornament,\n And heavens glorie, whom this happie hower\n Doth leade unto your lovers blisfull bower,\n Joy may you have, and gentle hearts content\n Of your loves couplement;\n And let faire Venus, that is Queene of love,\n With her heart-quelling Sonne upon you smile,\n Whose smile, they say, hath vertue to remove\n All Loves dislike, and friendships faultie guile\n For ever to assoile.\n Let endlesse Peace your steadfast hearts accord,\n And blessèd Plentie wait upon your bord;\n And let your bed with pleasures chast abound,\n That fruitfull issue may to you afford,\n Which may your foes confound,\n And make your joyes redound\n Upon your Brydale day, which is not long:\n Sweete Themmes! runne softlie, till I end my Song.’\n\nSo ended she; and all the rest around\n To her redoubled that her undersong,\n Which said their brydale daye should not be long:\n And gentle Eccho from the neighbour ground\n Their accents did resound.\n So forth those joyous Birdes did passe along,\n Adowne the Lee, that to them murmurde low,\n As he would speake, but that he lackt a tong,\n Yet did by signes his glad affection show,\n Making his streame run slow.\n And all the foule which in his flood did dwell\n Gan flock about these twaine, that did excell\n The rest, so far as Cynthia doth shend\n The lesser starres. So they, enrangèd well,\n Did on those two attend,\n And their best service lend\n Against their wedding day, which was not long:\n Sweete Themmes! runne softly, till I end my Song.\n\nAt length they all to mery London came,\n To mery London, my most kyndly Nurse,\n That to me gave this Lifes first native sourse,\n Though from another place I take my name,\n An house of auncient fame:\n There when they came, whereas those bricky towres\n The which on Themmes brode agèd backe doe ryde,\n Where now the studious Lawyers have their bowers,\n There whylome wont the Templer Knights to byde,\n Till they decayd through pride:\n Next whereunto there standes a stately place,\n Where oft I gaynèd giftes and goodly grace\n Of that great Lord, which therein wont to dwell,\n Whose want too well now feeles my freendles case;\n But ah! here fits not well\n Olde woes, but joyes, to tell\n Against the Brydale daye, which is not long:\n Sweete Themmes! runne softly, till I end my Song.\n\nYet therein now doth lodge a noble Peer,\n Great Englands glory, and the Worlds wide wonder,\n Whose dreadfull name late through all Spaine did thunder,\n And Hercules two pillors standing neere\n Did make to quake and feare:\n Faire branch of Honor, flower of Chevalrie!\n That fillest England with thy triumphes fame,\n Joy have thou of thy noble victorie,\n And endlesse happinesse of thine owne name\n That promiseth the same;\n That through thy prowesse, and victorious armes,\n Thy country may be freed from forraine harmes;\n And great Elisaes glorious name may ring\n Through al the world, fil’d with thy wide Alarmes,\n Which some brave muse may sing\n To ages following,\n Upon the Brydale day, which is not long:\n Sweete Themmes! runne softly till I end my Song.\n\nFrom those high Towers this noble Lord issuing,\n Like Radiant Hesper, when his golden hayre\n In th’ Ocean billowes he hath bathèd fayre,\n Descended to the Rivers open vewing,\n With a great traine ensuing.\n Above the rest were goodly to bee seene\n Two gentle Knights of lovely face and feature,\n Beseeming well the bower of anie Queene,\n With gifts of wit, and ornaments of nature,\n Fit for so goodly stature,\n That like the twins of Jove they seem’d in sight,\n Which decke the Bauldricke of the Heavens bright;\n They two, forth pacing to the Rivers side,\n Received those two faire Brides, their Loves delight;\n Which, at th’ appointed tyde,\n Each one did make his Bryde\n Against their Brydale day, which is not long:\n Sweete Themmes! runne softly, till I end my Song.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_81","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"81","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1552-1599"},{"id":"oxford-82","title":"Epithalamion","poet":"Edmund Spenser","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"YE learnèd sisters, which have oftentimes\n Beene to me ayding, others to adorne,\n Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull rymes,\n That even the greatest did not greatly scorne\n To heare theyr names sung in your simple layes,\n But joyèd in theyr praise;\n And when ye list your owne mishaps to mourne,\n Which death, or love, or fortunes wreck did rayse,\n Your string could soone to sadder tenor turne,\n And teach the woods and waters to lament\n Your dolefull dreriment:\n Now lay those sorrowfull complaints aside;\n And, having all your heads with girlands crownd,\n Helpe me mine owne loves prayses to resound;\n Ne let the same of any be envide:\n So Orpheus did for his owne bride!\n So I unto my selfe alone will sing;\n The woods shall to me answer, and my Eccho ring.\n\nEarly, before the worlds light-giving lampe\n His golden beame upon the hils doth spred,\n Having disperst the nights unchearefull dampe,\n Doe ye awake; and, with fresh lusty-hed,\n Go to the bowre of my belovèd love,\n My truest turtle dove;\n Bid her awake; for Hymen is awake,\n And long since ready forth his maske to move,\n With his bright Tead that flames with many a flake,\n And many a bachelor to waite on him,\n In theyr fresh garments trim.\n Bid her awake therefore, and soone her dight,\n For lo! the wishèd day is come at last,\n That shall, for all the paynes and sorrowes past,\n Pay to her usury of long delight:\n And, whylest she doth her dight,\n Doe ye to her of joy and solace sing,\n That all the woods may answer, and your eccho ring.\n\nBring with you all the Nymphes that you can heare\n Both of the rivers and the forrests greene,\n\nAND of the sea that neighbours to her neare:\n Al with gay girlands goodly wel beseene.\n And let them also with them bring in hand\n Another gay girland\n For my fayre love, of lillyes and of roses,\n Bound truelove wize, with a blew silke riband.\n And let them make great store of bridale poses,\n And let them eeke bring store of other flowers,\n To deck the bridale bowers.\n And let the ground whereas her foot shall tread,\n For feare the stones her tender foot should wrong,\n Be strewed with fragrant flowers all along,\n And diapred lyke the discolored mead.\n Which done, doe at her chamber dore awayt,\n For she will waken strayt;\n The whiles doe ye this song unto her sing,\n The woods shall to you answer, and your Eccho ring.\n\nYe Nymphes of Mulla, which with carefull heed\n The silver scaly trouts doe tend full well,\n And greedy pikes which use therein to feed;\n (Those trouts and pikes all others doo excell;)\n And ye likewise, which keepe the rushy lake,\n Where none doo fishes take;\n Bynd up the locks the which hang scatterd light,\n And in his waters, which your mirror make,\n Behold your faces as the christall bright,\n That when you come whereas my love doth lie,\n No blemish she may spie.\n And eke, ye lightfoot mayds, which keepe the deere,\n That on the hoary mountayne used to towre;\n And the wylde wolves, which seeke them to devoure,\n With your steele darts doo chace from comming neer;\n Be also present heere,\n\nTo helpe to decke her, and to help to sing,\n That all the woods may answer, and your eccho ring.\n\nWake now, my love, awake! for it is time;\n The Rosy Morne long since left Tithones bed,\n All ready to her silver coche to clyme;\n And Phœbus gins to shew his glorious hed.\n Hark! how the cheerefull birds do chaunt theyr laies\n And carroll of Loves praise.\n The merry Larke hir mattins sings aloft;\n The Thrush replyes; the Mavis descant playes;\n The Ouzell shrills; the Ruddock warbles soft;\n So goodly all agree, with sweet consent,\n To this dayes merriment.\n Ah! my deere love, why doe ye sleepe thus long?\n When meeter were that ye should now awake,\n T’ awayt the comming of your joyous make,\n And hearken to the birds love-learnèd song,\n The deawy leaves among!\n Nor they of joy and pleasance to you sing,\n That all the woods them answer, and theyr eccho ring.\n My love is now awake out of her dreames,\n And her fayre eyes, like stars that dimmèd were\n With darksome cloud, now shew theyr goodly beams\n More bright then Hesperus his head doth rere.\n Come now, ye damzels, daughters of delight,\n Helpe quickly her to dight:\n But first come ye fayre houres, which were begot\n In Joves sweet paradice of Day and Night;\n Which doe the seasons of the yeare allot,\n And al, that ever in this world is fayre,\n Doe make and still repayre:\n\nAND ye three handmayds of the Cyprian Queene,\n The which doe still adorne her beauties pride,\n Helpe to addorne my beautifullest bride:\n And, as ye her array, still throw betweene\n Some graces to be seene;\n And, as ye use to Venus, to her sing,\n The whiles the woods shal answer, and your eccho ring.\n\nNow is my love all ready forth to come:\n Let all the virgins therefore well awayt:\n And ye fresh boyes, that tend upon her groome,\n Prepare your selves; for he is comming strayt.\n Set all your things in seemely good aray,\n Fit for so joyfull day:\n The joyfulst day that ever sunne did see.\n Faire Sun! shew forth thy favourable ray,\n And let thy lifull heat not fervent be,\n For feare of burning her sunshyny face,\n Her beauty to disgrace.\n O fayrest Phœbus! father of the Muse!\n If ever I did honour thee aright,\n Or sing the thing that mote thy mind delight,\n Doe not thy servants simple boone refuse;\n But let this day, let this one day, be myne;\n Let all the rest be thine.\n Then I thy soverayne prayses loud wil sing,\n That all the woods shal answer, and theyr eccho ring.\n\nHarke! how the Minstrils gin to shrill aloud\n Their merry Musick that resounds from far,\n The pipe, the tabor, and the trembling Croud,\n That well agree withouten breach or jar.\n\nBut, most of all, the Damzels doe delite\n When they their tymbrels smyte,\n And thereunto doe daunce and carrol sweet,\n That all the sences they doe ravish quite;\n The whyles the boyes run up and downe the street,\n Crying aloud with strong confusèd noyce,\n As if it were one voyce,\n Hymen, iö Hymen, Hymen, they do shout;\n That even to the heavens theyr shouting shrill\n Doth reach, and all the firmament doth fill;\n To which the people standing all about,\n As in approvance, doe thereto applaud,\n And loud advaunce her laud;\n And evermore they Hymen, Hymen sing,\n That al the woods them answer, and theyr eccho ring.\n\nLoe! where she comes along with portly pace,\n Lyke Phœbe, from her chamber of the East,\n Arysing forth to run her mighty race,\n Clad all in white, that seemes a virgin best.\n So well it her beseemes, that ye would weene\n Some angell she had beene.\n Her long loose yellow locks lyke golden wyre,\n Sprinckled with perle, and perling flowres atweene,\n Doe lyke a golden mantle her attyre;\n And, being crownèd with a girland greene,\n Seeme lyke some mayden Queene.\n Her modest eyes, abashèd to behold\n So many gazers as on her do stare,\n Upon the lowly ground affixèd are;\n Ne dare lift up her countenance too bold,\n But blush to heare her prayses sung so loud,\n So farre from being proud.\n Nathlesse doe ye still loud her prayses sing,\n That all the woods may answer, and your eccho ring.\n\nTell me, ye merchants daughters, did ye see\n So fayre a creature in your towne before;\n So sweet, so lovely, and so mild as she,\n Adornd with beautyes grace and vertues store?\n Her goodly eyes lyke Saphyres shining bright,\n Her forehead yvory white,\n Her cheekes lyke apples which the sun hath rudded,\n Her lips lyke cherryes charming men to byte,\n Her brest like to a bowle of creame uncrudded,\n Her paps lyke lyllies budded,\n Her snowie necke lyke to a marble towre;\n And all her body like a pallace fayre,\n Ascending up, with many a stately stayre,\n To honors seat and chastities sweet bowre.\n Why stand ye still ye virgins in amaze,\n Upon her so to gaze,\n Whiles ye forget your former lay to sing,\n To which the woods did answer, and your eccho ring?\n\nBut if ye saw that which no eyes can see,\n The inward beauty of her lively spright,\n Garnisht with heavenly guifts of high degree,\n Much more then would ye wonder at that sight,\n And stand astonisht lyke to those which red\n Medusaes mazeful hed.\n There dwels sweet love, and constant chastity,\n Unspotted fayth, and comely womanhood,\n Regard of honour, and mild modesty;\n There vertue raynes as Queene in royal throne,\n And giveth lawes alone,\n The which the base affections doe obay,\n And yeeld theyr services unto her will;\n Ne thought of thing uncomely ever may\n Thereto approch to tempt her mind to ill.\n Had ye once seene these her celestial threasures,\n And unrevealèd pleasures,\n Then would ye wonder, and her prayses sing,\n That al the woods should answer, and your echo ring.\n\nOpen the temple gates unto my love,\n Open them wide that she may enter in,\n And all the postes adorne as doth behove,\n And all the pillours deck with girlands trim,\n For to receyve this Saynt with honour dew,\n That commeth in to you.\n With trembling steps, and humble reverence,\n She commeth in, before th’ Almighties view;\n Of her ye virgins learne obedience,\n When so ye come into those holy places,\n To humble your proud faces:\n Bring her up to th’ high altar, that she may\n The sacred ceremonies there partake,\n The which do endlesse matrimony make;\n And let the roring Organs loudly play\n The praises of the Lord in lively notes;\n The whiles, with hollow throates,\n The Choristers the joyous Antheme sing,\n That al the woods may answere, and their eccho ring.\n\nBehold, whiles she before the altar stands,\n Hearing the holy priest that to her speakes,\n And blesseth her with his two happy hands,\n How the red roses flush up in her cheekes,\n And the pure snow, with goodly vermill stayne\n Like crimsin dyde in grayne:\n That even th’ Angels, which continually\n About the sacred Altare doe remaine,\n Forget their service and about her fly,\n Ofte peeping in her face, that seems more fayre,\n The more they on it stare.\n But her sad eyes, still fastened on the ground,\n Are governèd with goodly modesty,\n That suffers not one looke to glaunce awry,\n Which may let in a little thought unsownd.\n Why blush ye, love, to give to me your hand,\n The pledge of all our band!\n Sing, ye sweet Angels, Alleluya sing,\n That all the woods may answere, and your eccho ring.\n\nNow al is done: bring home the bride againe;\n Bring home the triumph of our victory:\n Bring home with you the glory of her gaine;\n With joyance bring her and with jollity.\n Never had man more joyfull day then this,\n Whom heaven would heape with blis,\n Make feast therefore now all this live-long day;\n This day for ever to me holy is.\n Poure out the wine without restraint or stay,\n Poure not by cups, but by the belly full,\n Poure out to all that wull,\n And sprinkle all the postes and wals with wine,\n That they may sweat, and drunken be withall.\n Crowne ye God Bacchus with a coronall,\n And Hymen also crowne with wreathes of vine;\n And let the Graces daunce unto the rest,\n For they can doo it best:\n The whiles the maydens doe theyr carroll sing,\n To which the woods shall answer, and theyr eccho ring.\n\nRing ye the bels, ye yong men of the towne,\n And leave your wonted labors for this day:\n This day is holy; doe ye write it downe,\n That ye for ever it remember may.\n This day the sunne is in his chiefest hight,\n With Barnaby the bright,\n From whence declining daily by degrees,\n He somewhat loseth of his heat and light,\n When once the Crab behind his back he sees.\n But for this time it ill ordainèd was,\n To chose the longest day in all the yeare,\n And shortest night, when longest fitter weare:\n Yet never day so long, but late would passe.\n Ring ye the bels, to make it weare away,\n And bonefiers make all day;\n And daunce about them, and about them sing,\n That all the woods may answer, and your eccho ring.\n\nAh! when will this long weary day have end,\n And lende me leave to come unto my love?\n How slowly do the houres theyr numbers spend?\n How slowly does sad Time his feathers move?\n Hast thee, O fayrest Planet, to thy home,\n Within the Westerne fome:\n Thy tyrèd steedes long since have need of rest.\n Long though it be, at last I see it gloome,\n And the bright evening-star with golden creast\n Appeare out of the East.\n Fayre childe of beauty! glorious lampe of love!\n That all the host of heaven in rankes doost lead,\n And guydest lovers through the nights sad dread,\n How chearefully thou lookest from above,\n And seemst to laugh atweene thy twinkling light,\n As joying in the sight\n Of these glad many, which for joy doe sing,\n That all the woods them answer, and their echo ring!\n\nNow ceasse, ye damsels, your delights fore-past;\n Enough it is that all the day was youres:\n Now day is doen, and night is nighing fast,\n Now bring the Bryde into the brydall boures.\n The night is come, now soon her disaray,\n And in her bed her lay;\n Lay her in lillies and in violets,\n And silken courteins over her display,\n And odourd sheetes, and Arras coverlets.\n Behold how goodly my faire love does ly,\n In proud humility!\n Like unto Maia, when as Jove her took\n In Tempe, lying on the flowry gras,\n Twixt sleepe and wake, after she weary was,\n With bathing in the Acidalian brooke.\n Now it is night, ye damsels may be gon,\n And leave my love alone,\n And leave likewise your former lay to sing:\n The woods no more shall answere, nor your echo ring.\n\nNow welcome, night! thou night so long expected,\n That long daies labour doest at last defray,\n And all my cares, which cruell Love collected,\n Hast sumd in one, and cancellèd for aye:\n Spread thy broad wing over my love and me,\n That no man may us see;\n And in thy sable mantle us enwrap,\n From feare of perrill and foule horror free.\n Let no false treason seeke us to entrap,\n Nor any dread disquiet once annoy\n The safety of our joy;\n But let the night be calme, and quietsome,\n Without tempestuous storms or sad afray:\n Lyke as when Jove with fayre Alcmena lay,\n When he begot the great Tirynthian groome:\n Or lyke as when he with thy selfe did lie\n And begot Majesty.\n And let the mayds and yong men cease to sing;\n Ne let the woods them answer nor theyr eccho ring.\n\nLet no lamenting cryes, nor dolefull teares,\n Be heard all night within, nor yet without:\n Ne let false whispers, breeding hidden feares,\n Breake gentle sleepe with misconceivèd dout.\n Let no deluding dreames, nor dreadfull sights,\n Make sudden sad affrights;\n Ne let house-fyres, nor lightnings helpelesse harmes,\n Ne let the Pouke, nor other evill sprights,\n Ne let mischivous witches with theyr charmes,\n Ne let hob Goblins, names whose sence we see not,\n Fray us with things that be not:\n Let not the shriech Oule nor the Storke be heard,\n Nor the night Raven, that still deadly yels;\n Nor damnèd ghosts, cald up with mighty spels,\n Nor griesly vultures, make us once affeard:\n Ne let th’ unpleasant Quyre of Frogs still croking\n Make us to wish theyr choking.\n Let none of these theyr drery accents sing;\n Ne let the woods them answer, nor theyr eccho ring.\n\nBut let stil Silence trew night-watches keepe,\n That sacred Peace may in assurance rayne,\n And tymely Sleep, when it is tyme to sleepe,\n May poure his limbs forth on your pleasant playne;\n The whiles an hundred little wingèd loves,\n Like divers-fethered doves,\n Shall fly and flutter round about your bed,\n And in the secret darke, that none reproves,\n Their prety stealthes shal worke, and snares shal spread\n To filch away sweet snatches of delight,\n Conceald through covert night.\n Ye sonnes of Venus, play your sports at will!\n For greedy pleasure, carelesse of your toyes,\n Thinks more upon her paradise of joyes,\n Then what ye do, albe it good or ill.\n All night therefore attend your merry play,\n For it will soone be day:\n Now none doth hinder you, that say or sing;\n Ne will the woods now answer, nor your Eccho ring.\n\nWho is the same, which at my window peepes?\n Or whose is that faire face that shines so bright?\n Is it not Cinthia, she that never sleepes,\n But walkes about high heaven al the night?\n O! fayrest goddesse, do thou not envy\n My love with me to spy:\n For thou likewise didst love, though now unthought,\n And for a fleece of wooll, which privily\n The Latmian shepherd once unto thee brought,\n His pleasures with thee wrought.\n Therefore to us be favorable now;\n And sith of wemens labours thou hast charge,\n And generation goodly dost enlarge,\n Encline thy will t’effect our wishfull vow,\n And the chast wombe informe with timely seed\n That may our comfort breed:\n Till which we cease our hopefull hap to sing;\n Ne let the woods us answere, nor our Eccho ring.\n\nAnd thou, great Juno! which with awful might\n The lawes of wedlock still dost patronize;\n And the religion of the faith first plight\n With sacred rites hast taught to solemnize;\n And eeke for comfort often callèd art\n Of women in their smart;\n Eternally bind thou this lovely band,\n And all thy blessings unto us impart.\n And thou, glad Genius! in whose gentle hand\n The bridale bowre and geniall bed remaine,\n Without blemish or staine;\n And the sweet pleasures of theyr loves delight\n With secret ayde doest succour and supply,\n Till they bring forth the fruitfull progeny;\n Send us the timely fruit of this same night.\n And thou, fayre Hebe! and thou, Hymen free!\n Grant that it may so be.\n Til which we cease your further prayse to sing;\n Ne any woods shall answer, nor your Eccho ring.\n\nAnd ye high heavens, the temple of the gods,\n In which a thousand torches flaming bright\n Doe burne, that to us wretched earthly clods\n In dreadful darknesse lend desirèd light\n And all ye powers which in the same remayne,\n More then we men can fayne!\n Poure out your blessing on us plentiously,\n And happy influence upon us raine,\n That we may raise a large posterity,\n Which from the earth, which they may long possesse\n With lasting happinesse,\n Up to your haughty pallaces may mount;\n And, for the guerdon of theyr glorious merit,\n May heavenly tabernacles there inherit,\n Of blessèd Saints for to increase the count.\n So let us rest, sweet love, in hope of this,\n And cease till then our tymely joyes to sing:\n The woods no more us answer, nor our eccho ring!\n\nSong! made in lieu of many ornaments.\n With which my love should duly have been dect,\n Which cutting off through hasty accidents,\n Ye would not stay your dew time to expect\n But promist both to recompens;\n Be unto her a goodly ornament,\n And for short time an endlesse 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1552-1599"},{"id":"oxford-83","title":"From ‘Daphnaïda’","poet":"Edmund Spenser","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"She fell away in her first ages spring,\n Whil’st yet her leafe was greene, and fresh her rinde,\n And whil’st her braunch faire blossomes foorth did bring,\n She fell away against all course of kinde.\n For age to dye is right, but youth is wrong;\n She fel away like fruit blowne downe with winde.\n Weepe, Shepheard! weepe, to make my undersong.\n\nYet fell she not as one enforst to dye,\n Ne dyde with dread and grudging discontent,\n But as one toyld with travaile downe doth lye,\n So lay she downe, as if to sleepe she went,\n And closde her eyes with carelesse quietnesse;\n The whiles soft death away her spirit hent,\n And soule assoyld from sinfull fleshlinesse.\n\nHow happie was I when I saw her leade\n The Shepheards daughters dauncing in a rownd!\n How trimly would she trace and softly tread\n The tender grasse, with rosie garland crownd!\n And when she list advance her heavenly voyce,\n Both Nymphes and Muses nigh she made astownd,\n And flocks and shepheards causèd to rejoyce.\n\nBut now, ye Shepheard lasses! who shall lead\n Your wandring troupes, or sing your virelayes?\n Or who shall dight your bowres, sith she is dead\n That was the Lady of your holy-dayes?\n Let now your blisse be turnèd into bale,\n And into plaints convert your joyous playes,\n And with the same fill every hill and dale.\n\nFor I will walke this wandring pilgrimage,\n Throughout the world from one to other end,\n And in affliction wast my better age:\n My bread shall be the anguish of my mind,\n My drink the teares which fro mine eyes do raine,\n My bed the ground that hardest I may finde;\n So will I wilfully increase my paine.\n\nNe sleepe (the harbenger of wearie wights)\n Shall ever lodge upon mine ey-lids more;\n Ne shall with rest refresh my fainting sprights,\n Nor failing force to former strength restore:\n But I will wake and sorrow all the night\n With Philumene, my fortune to deplore;\n With Philumene, the partner of my plight.\n\nAnd ever as I see the starres to fall,\n And under ground to goe to give them light\n Which dwell in darknes, I to minde will call\n How my fair Starre (that shinde on me so bright)\n Fell sodainly and faded under ground;\n Since whose departure, day is turnd to night,\n And night without a Venus starre is found.\n\nAnd she, my love that was, my Saint that is,\n When she beholds from her celestiall throne\n (In which shee joyeth in eternall blis)\n My bitter penance, will my case bemone,\n And pitie me that living thus doo die;\n For heavenly spirits have compassion\n On mortall men, and rue their miserie.\n\nSo when I have with sorowe satisfide\n Th’ importune fates, which vengeance on me seeke,\n And th’ heavens with long languor pacifide,\n She, for pure pitie of my sufferance meeke,\n Will send for me; for which I daylie long:\n And will till then my painful penance eeke.\n Weep, Shepheard! weep, to make my undersong!","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_83","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"83","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1552-1599"},{"id":"oxford-84","title":"Easter","poet":"Edmund Spenser","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Most glorious Lord of Lyfe! that, on this day,\n Didst make Thy triumph over death and sin;\n And, having harrowd hell, didst bring away\n Captivity thence captive, us to win:\n This joyous day, deare Lord, with joy begin;\n And grant that we, for whom thou diddest dye,\n Being with Thy deare blood clene washt from sin,\n May live for ever in felicity!\n And that Thy love we weighing worthily,\n May likewise love Thee for the same againe;\n And for Thy sake, that all lyke deare didst buy,\n With love may one another entertayne!\n So let us love, deare Love, lyke as we ought,\n —Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.","themes":["love","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_84","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"84","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1552-1599"},{"id":"oxford-86","title":"Spring’s Welcome","poet":"John Lyly","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"What bird so sings, yet so does wail?\n O ’tis the ravish’d nightingale.\n Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu! she cries,\n And still her woes at midnight rise.\n Brave prick-song! Who is’t now we hear?\n None but the lark so shrill and clear;\n Now at heaven’s gate she claps her wings,\n The morn not waking till she sings.\n Hark, hark, with what a pretty throat\n Poor robin redbreast tunes his note!\n Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing\n Cuckoo! to welcome in the spring!\n Cuckoo! to welcome in the spring!","themes":["nature","hope","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_86","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"86","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1553-1606"},{"id":"oxford-87","title":"Beauty Bathing","poet":"Anthony Munday","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Beauty sat bathing by a spring,\n Where fairest shades did hide her;\n The winds blew calm, the birds did sing,\n The cool streams ran beside her.\n My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye\n To see what was forbidden:\n But better memory said Fie;\n So vain desire was chidden—\n Hey nonny nonny O!\n Hey nonny nonny!\n\nInto a slumber then I fell,\n And fond imagination\n Seemèd to see, but could not tell,\n Her feature or her fashion:\n But ev’n as babes in dreams do smile,\n And sometimes fall a-weeping,\n So I awaked as wise that while\n As when I fell a-sleeping.","themes":["nature","grief","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_87","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"87","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1553-1633"},{"id":"oxford-89","title":"Song","poet":"Philip Sidney","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHO hath his fancy pleasèd\n With fruits of happy sight,\n Let here his eyes be raisèd\n On Nature’s sweetest light;\n A light which doth dissever\n And yet unite the eyes,\n A light which, dying never,\n Is cause the looker dies.\n\nShe never dies, but lasteth\n In life of lover’s heart;\n He ever dies that wasteth\n In love his chiefest part:\n Thus is her life still guarded\n In never-dying faith;\n Thus is his death rewarded,\n Since she lives in his death.\n\nLook then, and die! The pleasure\n Doth answer well the pain:\n Small loss of mortal treasure,\n Who may immortal gain!\n Immortal be her graces,\n Immortal is her mind;\n They, fit for heavenly places—\n This, heaven in it doth bind.\n\nBut eyes these beauties see not,\n Nor sense that grace descries;\n Yet eyes deprivèd be not\n From sight of her fair eyes—\n Which, as of inward glory\n They are the outward seal,\n So may they live still sorry,\n Which die not in that weal.\n\nBut who hath fancies pleasèd\n With fruits of happy sight,\n Let here his eyes be raisèd\n On Nature’s sweetest light!","themes":["love","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_89","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"89","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1554-86"},{"id":"oxford-90","title":"Voices at the Window","poet":"Philip Sidney","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Who is it that, this dark night,\n Underneath my window plaineth?\n It is one who from thy sight\n Being, ah, exiled, disdaineth\n Every other vulgar light.\n\nWhy, alas, and are you he?\n Be not yet those fancies changèd?\n Dear, when you find change in me,\n Though from me you be estrangèd,\n Let my change to ruin be.\n\nWell, in absence this will die:\n Leave to see, and leave to wonder.\n Absence sure will help, if I\n Can learn how myself to sunder\n From what in my heart doth lie.\n\nBut time will these thoughts remove;\n Time doth work what no man knoweth.\n Time doth as the subject prove:\n With time still the affection groweth\n In the faithful turtle-dove.\n\nWhat if you new beauties see?\n Will not they stir new affection?\n I will think they pictures be\n (Image-like, of saints’ perfection)\n Poorly counterfeiting thee.\n\nBut your reason’s purest light\n Bids you leave such minds to nourish.\n Dear, do reason no such spite!\n Never doth thy beauty flourish\n More than in my reason’s sight.","themes":["love","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_90","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"90","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1554-86"},{"id":"oxford-91","title":"Philomela","poet":"Philip Sidney","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE Nightingale, as soon as April bringeth\n Unto her rested sense a perfect waking,\n While late-bare Earth, proud of new clothing, springeth,\n Sings out her woes, a thorn her song-book making;\n And mournfully bewailing,\n Her throat in tunes expresseth\n What grief her breast oppresseth,\n For Tereus’ force on her chaste will prevailing.\n\nO Philomela fair, O take some gladness\n That here is juster cause of plaintful sadness!\n Thine earth now springs, mine fadeth;\n Thy thorn without, my thorn my heart invadeth.\n\nAlas! she hath no other cause of anguish\n But Tereus’ love, on her by strong hand wroken;\n Wherein she suffering, all her spirits languish,\n Full womanlike complains her will was broken\n But I, who, daily craving,\n Cannot have to content me,\n Have more cause to lament me,\n Since wanting is more woe than too much having.\n\nO Philomela fair, O take some gladness\n That here is juster cause of plaintful sadness!\n Thine earth now springs, mine fadeth;\n Thy thorn without, my thorn my heart invadeth.","themes":["love","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_91","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"91","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1554-86"},{"id":"oxford-92","title":"The Highway","poet":"Philip Sidney","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HIGHWAY, since you my chief Parnassus be,\n And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet,\n Tempers her words to trampling horses’ feet\n More oft than to a chamber-melody,—\n Now blessèd you bear onward blessèd me\n To her, where I my heart, safe-left, shall meet;\n My Muse and I must you of duty greet\n With thanks and wishes, wishing thankfully;\n Be you still fair, honour’d by public heed;\n By no encroachment wrong’d, nor time forgot;\n Nor blamed for blood, nor shamed for sinful deed;\n And that you know I envy you no lot\n Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss,\n Hundreds of years you Stella’s feet may kiss!","themes":["love","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_92","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"92","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1554-86"},{"id":"oxford-93","title":"His Lady’s Cruelty","poet":"Philip Sidney","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WITH how sad steps, O moon, thou climb’st the skies!\n How silently, and with how wan a face!\n What! may it be that even in heavenly place\n That busy archer his sharp arrows tries?\n Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes\n Can judge of love, thou feel’st a lover’s case:\n I read it in thy looks; thy languish’d grace\n To me, that feel the like, thy state descries.\n Then, even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me,\n Is constant love deem’d there but want of wit?\n Are beauties there as proud as here they be?\n Do they above love to be loved, and yet\n Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess?\n Do they call ‘virtue’ there—ungratefulness?","themes":["love","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_93","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"93","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1554-86"},{"id":"oxford-94","title":"Sleep","poet":"Philip Sidney","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"COME, Sleep; O Sleep! the certain knot of peace,\n The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe,\n The poor man’s wealth, the prisoner’s release,\n Th’ indifferent judge between the high and low;\n With shield of proof shield me from out the prease\n Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw:\n O make in me those civil wars to cease;\n I will good tribute pay, if thou do so.\n Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed,\n A chamber deaf to noise and blind of light,\n A rosy garland and a weary head;\n And if these things, as being thine by right,\n Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me,\n Livelier than elsewhere, Stella’s image see.","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_94","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"94","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1554-86"},{"id":"oxford-95","title":"Splendidis longum valedico Nugis","poet":"Philip Sidney","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"LEAVE me, O Love, which reachest but to dust,\n And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things!\n Grow rich in that which never taketh rust:\n Whatever fades, but fading pleasure brings.\n Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might\n To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be;\n Which breaks the clouds and opens forth the light\n That doth both shine and give us sight to see.\n O take fast hold! let that light be thy guide\n In this small course which birth draws out to death,\n And think how evil becometh him to slide\n Who seeketh Heaven, and comes of heavenly breath.\n Then farewell, world! thy uttermost I see:\n Eternal Love, maintain thy life in me!","themes":["love","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_95","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"95","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1554-86"},{"id":"oxford-96","title":"Myra","poet":"Fulke Greville, Lord Brooke","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I, with whose colours Myra dress’d her head,\n I, that ware posies of her own hand-making,\n I, that mine own name in the chimneys read\n By Myra finely wrought ere I was waking:\n Must I look on, in hope time coming may\n With change bring back my turn again to play?\n\nI, that on Sunday at the church-stile found\n A garland sweet with true-love-knots in flowers,\n Which I to wear about mine arms was bound\n That each of us might know that all was ours:\n Must I lead now an idle life in wishes,\n And follow Cupid for his loaves and fishes?\n\nI, that did wear the ring her mother left,\n I, for whose love she gloried to be blamèd,\n I, with whose eyes her eyes committed theft,\n I, who did make her blush when I was namèd:\n Must I lose ring, flowers, blush, theft, and go naked,\n Watching with sighs till dead love be awakèd?\n\nWas it for this that I might Myra see\n Washing the water with her beauty’s white?\n Yet would she never write her love to me.\n Thinks wit of change when thoughts are in delight?\n Mad girls may safely love as they may leave;\n No man can print a kiss: lines may deceive.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_96","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"96","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1554-1628"},{"id":"oxford-97","title":"Rosalind’s Madrigal","poet":"Thomas Lodge","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"LOVE in my bosom like a bee\n Doth suck his sweet:\n Now with his wings he plays with me,\n Now with his feet.\n Within mine eyes he makes his nest,\n His bed amidst my tender breast;\n My kisses are his daily feast,\n And yet he robs me of my rest:\n Ah! wanton, will ye?\n\nAnd if I sleep, then percheth he\n With pretty flight,\n And makes his pillow of my knee\n The livelong night.\n Strike I my lute, he tunes the string;\n He music plays if so I sing;\n He lends me every lovely thing,\n Yet cruel he my heart doth sting:\n Whist, wanton, still ye!\n\nElse I with roses every day\n Will whip you hence,\n And bind you, when you long to play,\n For your offence.\n I’ll shut mine eyes to keep you in;\n I’ll make you fast it for your sin;\n I’ll count your power not worth a pin.\n —Alas! what hereby shall I win\n If he gainsay me?\n\nWhat if I beat the wanton boy\n With many a rod?\n He will repay me with annoy,\n Because a god.\n Then sit thou safely on my knee;\n Then let thy bower my bosom be;\n Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee;\n O Cupid, so thou pity me,\n Spare not, but play thee!","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_97","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"97","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1556?-1625"},{"id":"oxford-98","title":"Phillis I","poet":"Thomas Lodge","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"MY Phillis hath the morning sun\n           At first to look upon her;\n     And Phillis hath morn-waking birds\n           Her risings still to honour.\n     My Phillis hath prime-feather’d flowers,\n           That smile when she treads on them;\n     And Phillis hath a gallant flock,\n           That leaps since she doth own them.\n     But Phillis hath too hard a heart,\n           Alas that she should have it!\n     It yields no mercy to desert,\n           Nor grace to those that crave it.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_98","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"98","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1556?-1625"},{"id":"oxford-99","title":"Phillis 2","poet":"Thomas Lodge","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"LOVE guards the roses of thy lips\n           And flies about them like a bee;\n     If I approach he forward skips,\n           And if I kiss he stingeth me.\n\nLove in thine eyes doth build his bower,\n           And sleeps within their pretty shine;\n     And if I look the boy will lower,\n       And from their orbs shoot shafts divine.\n\nLove works thy heart within his fire,\n           And in my tears doth firm the same;\n     And if I tempt it will retire,\n           And of my plaints doth make a game.\n\nLove, let me cull her choicest flowers;\n           And pity me, and calm her eye;\n     Make soft her heart, dissolve her lowers\n           Then will I praise thy deity.\n\nBut if thou do not, Love, I’ll truly serve her\n     In spite of thee, and by firm faith deserve her.","themes":["love","nature","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_99","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"99","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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Fair and fair, and twice so fair,\n                    As fair as any may be;\n                  The fairest shepherd on our green,\n                    A love for any lady.\n\n         Paris. Fair and fair, and twice so fair,\n                    As fair as any may be;\n                  Thy love is fair for thee alone\n                    And for no other lady.\n\n         Œnone. My love is fair, my love is gay,\n                  As fresh as bin the flowers in May\n                  And of my love my roundelay,\n                  My merry, merry, merry roundelay,\n                    Concludes with Cupid’s curse,—\n                  ‘They that do change old love for new\n                    Pray gods they change for worse!’\n    Ambo Simul. They that do change old love for new,\n                    Pray gods they change for worse!\n\n         Œnone. Fair and fair, etc.\n         Paris. Fair and fair, etc.\n                  Thy love is fair, etc.\n         Œnone. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1558?-97"},{"id":"oxford-102","title":"A Farewell to Arms","poet":"George Peele","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HIS golden locks Time hath to silver turn’d;\n O Time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing!\n His youth ’gainst time and age hath ever spurn’d,\n But spurn’d in vain; youth waneth by increasing:\n Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen;\n Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green.\n\nHis helmet now shall make a hive for bees;\n And, lovers’ sonnets turn’d to holy psalms,\n A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees,\n And feed on prayers, which are Age his alms:\n But though from court to cottage he depart,\n His Saint is sure of his unspotted heart.\n\nAnd when he saddest sits in homely cell,\n He’ll teach his swains this carol for a song,—\n ‘Blest be the hearts that wish my sovereign well,\n Curst be the souls that think her any wrong.’\n Goddess, allow this agèd man his right\n To be your beadsman now that was your knight.","themes":["love","nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_102","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"102","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1558?-97"},{"id":"oxford-103","title":"Samela","poet":"Robert Greene","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"LIKE to Diana in her summer weed,\n Girt with a crimson robe of brightest dye,\n Goes fair Samela.\n Whiter than be the flocks that straggling feed\n When wash’d by Arethusa faint they lie,\n Is fair Samela.\n As fair Aurora in her morning grey,\n Deck’d with the ruddy glister of her love\n Is fair Samela;\n Like lovely Thetis on a calmèd day\n Whenas her brightness Neptune’s fancy move,\n Shines fair Samela.\n\nHer tresses gold, her eyes like glassy streams,\n Her teeth are pearl, the breasts are ivory\n Of fair Samela;\n Her cheeks like rose and lily yield forth gleams;\n Her brows bright arches framed of ebony.\n Thus fair Samela\n Passeth fair Venus in her bravest hue,\n And Juno in the show of majesty\n (For she’s Samela!),\n Pallas in wit,—all three, if you well view,\n For beauty, wit, and matchless dignity,\n Yield to Samela.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_103","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"103","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1560-92"},{"id":"oxford-104","title":"Fawnia","poet":"Robert Greene","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"AH! were she pitiful as she is fair,\n Or but as mild as she is seeming so,\n Then were my hopes greater than my despair,\n Then all the world were heaven, nothing woe.\n Ah! were her heart relenting as her hand,\n That seems to melt even with the mildest touch,\n Then knew I where to seat me in a land\n Under wide heavens, but yet there is not such.\n So as she shows she seems the budding rose,\n Yet sweeter far than is an earthly flower;\n Sovran of beauty, like the spray she grows;\n Compass’d she is with thorns and canker’d flower.\n Yet were she willing to be pluck’d and worn,\n She would be gather’d, though she grew on thorn.\n\nAh! when she sings, all music else be still,\n For none must be comparèd to her note;\n Ne’er breathed such glee from Philomela’s bill,\n Nor from the morning-singer’s swelling throat.\n Ah! when she riseth from her blissful bed\n She comforts all the world as doth the sun,\n And at her sight the night’s foul vapour’s fled;\n When she is set the gladsome day is done.\n O glorious sun, imagine me the west,\n Shine in my arms, and set thou in my breast!","themes":["love","nature","hope","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_104","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"104","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1560-92"},{"id":"oxford-105","title":"Sephestia’s Lullaby","poet":"Robert Greene","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WEEP not, my wanton, smile upon my knee;\n When thou art old there’s grief enough for thee.\n Mother’s wag, pretty boy,\n Father’s sorrow, father’s joy;\n When thy father first did see\n Such a boy by him and me,\n He was glad, I was woe;\n Fortune changèd made him so,\n When he left his pretty boy,\n Last his sorrow, first his joy.\n\nWeep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee;\n When thou art old there’s grief enough for thee.\n Streaming tears that never stint,\n Like pearl-drops from a flint,\n Fell by course from his eyes,\n That one another’s place supplies;\n Thus he grieved in every part,\n Tears of blood fell from his heart,\n When he left his pretty boy,\n Father’s sorrow, father’s joy.\n\nWeep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee;\n When thou art old there’s grief enough for thee.\n The wanton smiled, father wept,\n Mother cried, baby leapt;\n More he crow’d, more we cried,\n Nature could not sorrow hide:\n He must go, he must kiss\n Child and mother, baby bliss,\n For he left his pretty boy,\n Father’s sorrow, father’s joy.\n\nWeep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee,\n When thou art old there’s grief enough for thee.","themes":["love","grief","time","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_105","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"105","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1560-92"},{"id":"oxford-106","title":"A Summer Day","poet":"Alexander Hume","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O PERFECT Light, which shaid away\n The darkness from the light,\n And set a ruler o’er the day,\n Another o’er the night—\n\nThy glory, when the day forth flies,\n More vively doth appear\n Than at mid day unto our eyes\n The shining sun is clear.\n\nThe shadow of the earth anon\n Removes and drawis by,\n While in the East, when it is gone,\n Appears a clearer sky.\n\nWhich soon perceive the little larks,\n The lapwing and the snipe,\n And tune their songs, like Nature’s clerks,\n O’er meadow, muir, and stripe.\n\nOur hemisphere is polisht clean,\n And lighten’d more and more,\n While everything is clearly seen\n Which seemit dim before:\n\nExcept the glistering astres bright,\n Which all the night were clear,\n Offuskit with a greater light\n No longer do appear.\n\nTHE golden globe incontinent\n Sets up his shining head,\n And o’er the earth and firmament\n Displays his beams abread.\n\nFor joy the birds with boulden throats\n Against his visage sheen\n Take up their kindly musick notes\n In woods and gardens green.\n\nThe dew upon the tender crops,\n Like pearlis white and round,\n Or like to melted silver drops,\n Refreshis all the ground.\n\nThe misty reek, the clouds of rain,\n From tops of mountains skails,\n Clear are the highest hills and plain,\n The vapours take the vales.\n\nThe ample heaven of fabrick sure\n In cleanness does surpass\n The crystal and the silver pure,\n Or clearest polisht glass.\n\nThe time so tranquil is and still\n That nowhere shall ye find,\n Save on a high and barren hill,\n An air of peeping wind.\n\nAll trees and simples, great and small,\n That balmy leaf do bear,\n Than they were painted on a wall\n No more they move or steir.\n\nCALM is the deep and purple sea,\n Yea, smoother than the sand;\n The waves that weltering wont to be\n Are stable like the land.\n\nSo silent is the cessile air\n That every cry and call\n The hills and dales and forest fair\n Again repeats them all.\n\nThe flourishes and fragrant flowers,\n Through Phoebus’ fostering heat,\n Refresht with dew and silver showers\n Cast up an odour sweet.\n\nThe cloggit busy humming bees,\n That never think to drone,\n On flowers and flourishes of trees\n Collect their liquor brown.\n\nThe Sun, most like a speedy post\n With ardent course ascends;\n The beauty of the heavenly host\n Up to our zenith tends.\n\nThe burning beams down from his face\n So fervently can beat,\n That man and beast now seek a place\n To save them from the heat.\n\nThe herds beneath some leafy tree\n Amidst the flowers they lie;\n The stable ships upon the sea\n Tend up their sails to dry.\n\nWITH gilded eyes and open wings\n The cock his courage shows;\n With claps of joy his breast he dings,\n And twenty times he crows.\n\nThe dove with whistling wings so blue\n The winds can fast collect;\n Her purple pens turn many a hue\n Against the sun direct.\n\nNow noon is went; gone is midday,\n The heat doth slake at last;\n The sun descends down West away,\n For three of clock is past.\n\nThe rayons of the sun we see\n Diminish in their strength;\n The shade of every tower and tree\n Extendit is in length.\n\nGreat is the calm, for everywhere\n The wind is setting down;\n The reek throws right up in the air\n From every tower and town.\n\nThe gloming comes; the day is spent;\n The sun goes out of sight;\n And painted is the occident\n With purple sanguine bright.\n\nOur west horizon circular\n From time the sun be set\n Is all with rubies, as it were,\n Or roses red o’erfret.\n\nWhat pleasure were to walk and see,\n Endlong a river clear,\n The perfect form of every tree\n Within the deep appear.\n\nO then it were a seemly thing,\n While all is still and calm,\n The praise of God to play and sing\n With cornet and with shalm!\n\nAll labourers draw home at even,\n And can to other say,\n Thanks to the gracious God of heaven,\n Which sent this summer day.","themes":["nature","hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_106","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"106","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1560-1609"},{"id":"oxford-107","title":"Bridal Song","poet":"George Chapman","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O COME, soft rest of cares! come, Night!\n Come, naked Virtue’s only tire,\n The reapèd harvest of the light\n Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire.\n Love calls to war:\n Sighs his alarms,\n Lips his swords are,\n The field his arms.\n\nCome, Night, and lay thy velvet hand\n On glorious Day’s outfacing face;\n And all thy crownèd flames command\n For torches to our nuptial grace.\n Love calls to war:\n Sighs his alarms,\n Lips his swords are,\n The field his arms.","themes":["love","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_107","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"107","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1560-1634"},{"id":"oxford-108","title":"Times go by Turns","poet":"Robert Southwell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE loppèd tree in time may grow again,\n Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower;\n The sorest wight may find release of pain,\n The driest soil suck in some moist’ning shower;\n Times go by turns and chances change by course,\n From foul to fair, from better hap to worse.\n\nThe sea of Fortune doth not ever flow,\n She draws her favours to the lowest ebb;\n Her tides hath equal times to come and go,\n Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web;\n No joy so great but runneth to an end,\n No hap so hard but may in fine amend.\n\nNot always fall of leaf nor ever spring,\n No endless night yet not eternal day;\n The saddest birds a season find to sing,\n The roughest storm a calm may soon allay:\n Thus with succeeding turns God tempereth all,\n That man may hope to rise, yet fear to fall.\n\nA chance may win that by mischance was lost;\n The net that holds no great, takes little fish;\n In some things all, in all things none are crost,\n Few all they need, but none have all they wish;\n Unmeddled joys here to no man befall:\n Who least, hath some; who most, hath never all.","themes":["nature","hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_108","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"108","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1561-95"},{"id":"oxford-109","title":"The Burning Babe","poet":"Robert Southwell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"AS I in hoary winter’s night\n Stood shivering in the snow,\n Surprised I was with sudden heat\n Which made my heart to glow;\n And lifting up a fearful eye\n To view what fire was near,\n A pretty babe all burning bright\n Did in the air appear;\n Who, scorchèd with excessive heat,\n Such floods of tears did shed,\n As though His floods should quench His flames,\n Which with His tears were bred:\n ‘Alas!’ quoth He, ‘but newly born\n In fiery heats I fry,\n Yet none approach to warm their hearts\n Or feel my fire but I!\n\n‘My faultless breast the furnace is;\n The fuel, wounding thorns;\n Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke;\n The ashes, shames and scorns;\n The fuel Justice layeth on,\n And Mercy blows the coals,\n The metal in this furnace wrought\n Are men’s defilèd souls:\n For which, as now on fire I am\n To work them to their good,\n So will I melt into a bath,\n To wash them in my blood.’\n With this He vanish’d out of sight\n And swiftly shrunk away,\n And straight I callèd unto mind\n That it was Christmas Day.","themes":["love","nature","grief","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_109","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"109","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1561-95"},{"id":"oxford-110","title":"On the Death of Sir Philip Sidney","poet":"Henry Constable","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"GIVE pardon, blessèd soul, to my bold cries,\n If they, importune, interrupt thy song,\n Which now with joyful notes thou sing’st among\n The angel-quiristers of th’ heavenly skies.\n Give pardon eke, sweet soul, to my slow eyes,\n That since I saw thee now it is so long,\n And yet the tears that unto thee belong\n To thee as yet they did not sacrifice.\n I did not know that thou wert dead before;\n I did not feel the grief I did sustain;\n The greater stroke astonisheth the more;\n Astonishment takes from us sense of pain;\n I stood amazed when others’ tears begun,\n And now begin to weep when they have done.","themes":["grief","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_110","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"110","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1562?-1613?"},{"id":"oxford-111","title":"Love is a Sickness","poet":"Samuel Daniel","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Love is a sickness full of woes,\n All remedies refusing;\n A plant that with most cutting grows,\n Most barren with best using.\n Why so?\n More we enjoy it, more it dies;\n If not enjoy’d, it sighing cries—\n Heigh ho!\n\nLove is a torment of the mind,\n A tempest everlasting;\n And Jove hath made it of a kind\n Not well, nor full nor fasting.\n Why so?\n More we enjoy it, more it dies;\n If not enjoy’d, it sighing cries—\n Heigh ho!","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_111","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"111","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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Ulysses, come,\n                 Possess these shores with me:\n               The winds and seas are troublesome,\n                 And here we may be free.\n               Here may we sit and view their toil\n                 That travail in the deep,\n               And joy the day in mirth the while,\n                 And spend the night in sleep.\n\n    Ulysses. Fair Nymph, if fame or honour were\n                 To be attain’d with ease,\n               Then would I come and rest me there,\n                 And leave such toils as these.\n               But here it dwells, and here must I\n                 With danger seek it forth:\n               To spend the time luxuriously\n                 Becomes not men of worth.\n\n      Siren. Ulysses, O be not deceived\n                 With that unreal name;\n               This honour is a thing conceived,\n                 And rests on others’ fame:\n               Begotten only to molest\n                 Our peace, and to beguile\n               The best thing of our life—our rest,\n                 And give us up to toil.\n\n    Ulysses. Delicious Nymph, suppose there were\n                 No honour nor report,\n               Yet manliness would scorn to wear\n                 The time in idle sport:\n               For toil doth give a better touch\n                 To make us feel our joy,\n               And ease finds tediousness as much\n                 As labour yields annoy.\n\n      Siren. Then pleasure likewise seems the shore\n                 Whereto tends all your toil,\n               Which you forgo to make it more,\n                 And perish oft the while.\n               Who may disport them diversely\n                 Find never tedious day,\n               And ease may have variety\n                 As well as action may.\n\n    Ulysses. But natures of the noblest frame\n                 These toils and dangers please;\n               And they take comfort in the same\n                 As much as you in ease;\n               And with the thought of actions past\n                 Are recreated still:\n               When Pleasure leaves a touch at last\n                 To show that it was ill.\n\n      Siren. That doth Opinion only cause\n                 That’s out of Custom bred,\n               Which makes us many other laws\n                 Than ever Nature did.\n               No widows wail for our delights,\n                 Our sports are without blood;\n               The world we see by warlike wights\n                 Receives more hurt than good.\n\n    Ulysses. But yet the state of things require\n                 These motions of unrest:\n               And these great Spirits of high desire\n                 Seem born to turn them best:\n               To purge the mischiefs that increase\n                 And all good order mar:\n               For oft we see a wicked peace\n                 To be well changed for war.\n\n      Siren. Well, well, Ulysses, then I see\n                 I shall not have thee here:\n               And therefore I will come to thee,\n                 And take my fortune there.\n               I must be won, that cannot win,\n                 Yet lost were I not won;\n               For beauty hath created been\n                 T’ undo, or be undone.","themes":["time","night","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_112","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"112","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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I\n\nFAIR is my Love and cruel as she’s fair;\n Her brow-shades frown, although her eyes are sunny,\n Her smiles are lightning, though her pride despair,\n And her disdains are gall, her favours honey:\n A modest maid, deck’d with a blush of honour,\n Whose feet do tread green paths of youth and love;\n The wonder of all eyes that look upon her,\n Sacred on earth, design’d a Saint above.\n Chastity and Beauty, which were deadly foes,\n Live reconcilèd friends within her brow;\n And had she Pity to conjoin with those,\n Then who had heard the plaints I utter now?\n For had she not been fair, and thus unkind,\n My Muse had slept, and none had known my mind.\n\nII\n\nMY spotless love hovers with purest wings,\n About the temple of the proudest frame,\n Where blaze those lights, fairest of earthly things,\n Which clear our clouded world with brightest flame.\n My ambitious thoughts, confinèd in her face,\n Affect no honour but what she can give;\n My hopes do rest in limits of her grace;\n I weigh no comfort unless she relieve.\n For she, that can my heart imparadise,\n Holds in her fairest hand what dearest is;\n My Fortune’s wheel’s the circle of her eyes,\n Whose rolling grace deign once a turn of bliss.\n All my life’s sweet consists in her alone;\n So much I love the most Unloving one.\n\nIII\n\nAND yet I cannot reprehend the flight\n Or blame th’ attempt presuming so to soar;\n The mounting venture for a high delight\n Did make the honour of the fall the more.\n For who gets wealth, that puts not from the shore?\n Danger hath honour, great designs their fame;\n Glory doth follow, courage goes before;\n And though th’ event oft answers not the same—\n Suffice that high attempts have never shame.\n The mean observer, whom base safety keeps,\n Lives without honour, dies without a name,\n And in eternal darkness ever sleeps.—\n And therefore, Delia, ’tis to me no blot\n To have attempted, tho’ attain’d thee not.\n\nIV\n\nWHEN men shall find thy flow’r, thy glory, pass,\n And thou with careful brow, sitting alone,\n Receivèd hast this message from thy glass,\n That tells the truth and says that All is gone;\n Fresh shalt thou see in me the wounds thou mad’st,\n Though spent thy flame, in me the heat remaining:\n I that have loved thee thus before thou fad’st—\n My faith shall wax, when thou art in thy waning.\n The world shall find this miracle in me,\n That fire can burn when all the matter’s spent:\n Then what my faith hath been thyself shalt see,\n And that thou wast unkind thou may’st repent.—\n Thou may’st repent that thou hast scorn’d my tears,\n When Winter snows upon thy sable hairs.\n\nV\n\nBEAUTY, sweet Love, is like the morning dew,\n Whose short refresh upon the tender green\n Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show,\n And straight ’tis gone as it had never been.\n Soon doth it fade that makes the fairest flourish,\n Short is the glory of the blushing rose;\n The hue which thou so carefully dost nourish,\n Yet which at length thou must be forced to lose.\n When thou, surcharged with burthen of thy years,\n Shalt bend thy wrinkles homeward to the earth;\n And that, in Beauty’s Lease expired, appears\n The Date of Age, the Calends of our Death—\n But ah, no more!—this must not be foretold,\n For women grieve to think they must be old.\n\nVI\n\nI MUST not grieve my Love, whose eyes would read\n Lines of delight, whereon her youth might smile;\n Flowers have time before they come to seed,\n And she is young, and now must sport the while.\n And sport, Sweet Maid, in season of these years,\n And learn to gather flowers before they wither;\n And where the sweetest blossom first appears,\n Let Love and Youth conduct thy pleasures thither.\n Lighten forth smiles to clear the clouded air,\n And calm the tempest which my sighs do raise;\n Pity and smiles do best become the fair;\n Pity and smiles must only yield thee praise.\n Make me to say when all my griefs are gone,\n Happy the heart that sighed for such a one!\n\nVII\n\nLET others sing of Knights and Paladines\n In agèd accents and untimely words,\n Paint shadows in imaginary lines,\n Which well the reach of their high wit records:\n But I must sing of thee, and those fair eyes\n Authentic shall my verse in time to come;\n When yet th’ unborn shall say, Lo, where she lies!\n Whose beauty made him speak, that else was dumb!\n These are the arcs, the trophies I erect,\n That fortify thy name against old age;\n And these thy sacred virtues must protect\n Against the Dark, and Time’s consuming rage.\n Though th’ error of my youth in them appear,\n Suffice, they show I lived, and loved thee dear.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_113","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1562-1619"},{"id":"oxford-114","title":"Sonet","poet":"Mark Alexander Boyd","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"FRA bank to bank, fra wood to wood I rin,\n Ourhailit with my feeble fantasie;\n Like til a leaf that fallis from a tree,\n Or til a reed ourblawin with the win.\n\nTwa gods guides me: the ane of tham is blin,\n Yea and a bairn brocht up in vanitie;\n The next a wife ingenrit of the sea,\n And lichter nor a dauphin with her fin.\n\nUnhappy is the man for evermair\n That tills the sand and sawis in the air;\n But twice unhappier is he, I lairn,\n That feidis in his hairt a mad desire,\n And follows on a woman throw the fire,\n Led by a blind and teachit by a bairn.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_114","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"114","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1563-1601"},{"id":"oxford-116","title":"To His Coy Love","poet":"Michael Drayton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I PRAY thee, leave, love me no more,\n Call home the heart you gave me!\n I but in vain that saint adore\n That can but will not save me.\n These poor half-kisses kill me quite—\n Was ever man thus servèd?\n Amidst an ocean of delight\n For pleasure to be starvèd?\n\nShow me no more those snowy breasts\n With azure riverets branchèd,\n Where, whilst mine eye with plenty feasts,\n Yet is my thirst not stanchèd;\n O Tantalus, thy pains ne’er tell!\n By me thou art prevented:\n ’Tis nothing to be plagued in Hell,\n But thus in Heaven tormented.\n\nClip me no more in those dear arms,\n Nor thy life’s comfort call me,\n O these are but too powerful charms,\n And do but more enthral me!\n But see how patient I am grown\n In all this coil about thee:\n Come, nice thing, let my heart alone,\n I cannot live without thee!","themes":["love","spirituality","loneliness","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_116","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"116","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1563-1631"},{"id":"oxford-118","title":"Sirena","poet":"Michael Drayton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"NEAR to the silver Trent\n Sirena dwelleth;\n She to whom Nature lent\n All that excelleth;\n By which the Muses late\n And the neat Graces\n Have for their greater state\n Taken their places;\n Twisting an anadem\n Wherewith to crown her,\n As it belong’d to them\n Most to renown her.\n On thy bank,\n In a rank,\n Let thy swans sing her,\n And with their music\n Along let them bring her.\n\nTagus and Pactolus\n Are to thee debtor,\n Nor for their gold to us\n Are they the better:\n Henceforth of all the rest\n Be thou the River\n Which, as the daintiest,\n Puts them down ever.\n For as my precious one\n O’er thee doth travel,\n She to pearl paragon\n Turneth thy gravel.\n On thy bank ...\n\nOur mournful Philomel,\n That rarest tuner,\n Henceforth in Aperil\n Shall wake the sooner,\n And to her shall complain\n From the thick cover,\n Redoubling every strain\n Over and over:\n For when my Love too long\n Her chamber keepeth,\n As though it suffer’d wrong,\n The Morning weepeth.\n On thy bank ...\n\nOft have I seen the Sun,\n To do her honour,\n Fix himself at his noon\n To look upon her;\n And hath gilt every grove,\n Every hill near her,\n With his flames from above\n Striving to cheer her:\n And when she from his sight\n Hath herself turnèd,\n He, as it had been night,\n In clouds hath mournèd.\n On thy bank ...\n\nThe verdant meads are seen,\n When she doth view them,\n In fresh and gallant green\n Straight to renew them;\n And every little grass\n Broad itself spreadeth,\n Proud that this bonny lass\n Upon it treadeth:\n Nor flower is so sweet\n In this large cincture,\n But it upon her feet\n Leaveth some tincture.\n On thy bank ...\n\nThe fishes in the flood,\n When she doth angle,\n For the hook strive a-good\n Them to entangle;\n And leaping on the land,\n From the clear water,\n Their scales upon the sand\n Lavishly scatter;\n Therewith to pave the mould\n Whereon she passes,\n So herself to behold\n As in her glasses.\n On thy bank ...\n\nWhen she looks out by night,\n The stars stand gazing,\n Like comets to our sight\n Fearfully blazing;\n As wond’ring at her eyes\n With their much brightness,\n Which so amaze the skies,\n Dimming their lightness.\n The raging tempests are calm\n When she speaketh,\n Such most delightsome balm\n From her lips breaketh.\n On thy bank ...\n\nIn all our Brittany\n There’s not a fairer,\n Nor can you fit any\n Should you compare her.\n Angels her eyelids keep,\n All hearts surprising;\n Which look whilst she doth sleep\n Like the sun’s rising:\n She alone of her kind\n Knoweth true measure,\n And her unmatchèd mind\n Is heaven’s treasure.\n On thy bank ...\n\nFair Dove and Darwen clear,\n Boast ye your beauties,\n To Trent your mistress here\n Yet pay your duties:\n My Love was higher born\n Tow’rds the full fountains,\n Yet she doth moorland scorn\n And the Peak mountains;\n Nor would she none should dream\n Where she abideth,\n Humble as is the stream\n Which by her slideth.\n On thy bank ...\n\nYet my poor rustic Muse\n Nothing can move her,\n Nor the means I can use,\n Though her true lover:\n Many a long winter’s night\n Have I waked for her,\n Yet this my piteous plight\n Nothing can stir her.\n All thy sands, silver Trent,\n Down to the Humber,\n The sighs that I have spent\n Never can number.\n On thy bank,\n In a rank,\n Let thy swans sing her,\n And with their music\n Along let them bring her.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_118","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"118","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1563-1631"},{"id":"oxford-119","title":"Agincourt","poet":"Michael Drayton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"FAIR stood the wind for France\n When we our sails advance,\n Nor now to prove our chance\n Longer will tarry;\n But putting to the main,\n At Caux, the mouth of Seine,\n With all his martial train\n Landed King Harry.\n\nAnd taking many a fort,\n Furnish’d in warlike sort,\n Marcheth tow’rds Agincourt\n In happy hour;\n Skirmishing day by day\n With those that stopp’d his way,\n Where the French gen’ral lay\n With all his power.\n\nWhich, in his height of pride,\n King Henry to deride,\n His ransom to provide\n Unto him sending;\n Which he neglects the while\n As from a nation vile,\n Yet with an angry smile\n Their fall portending.\n\nAnd turning to his men,\n Quoth our brave Henry then,\n ‘Though they to one be ten\n Be not amazèd:\n Yet have we well begun;\n Battles so bravely won\n Have ever to the sun\n By fame been raisèd.\n\n‘And for myself (quoth he)\n This my full rest shall be:\n England ne’er mourn for me\n Nor more esteem me:\n Victor I will remain\n Or on this earth lie slain,\n Never shall she sustain\n Loss to redeem me.\n\n‘Poitiers and Cressy tell,\n When most their pride did swell,\n Under our swords they fell:\n No less our skill is\n Than when our grandsire great,\n Claiming the regal seat,\n By many a warlike feat\n Lopp’d the French lilies.’\n\nThe Duke of York so dread\n The eager vaward led;\n With the main Henry sped\n Among his henchmen.\n Excester had the rear,\n A braver man not there;\n O Lord, how hot they were\n On the false Frenchmen!\n\nThey now to fight are gone,\n Armour on armour shone,\n Drum now to drum did groan,\n To hear was wonder;\n That with the cries they make\n The very earth did shake:\n Trumpet to trumpet spake,\n Thunder to thunder.\n\nWell it thine age became,\n O noble Erpingham,\n Which didst the signal aim\n To our hid forces!\n When from a meadow by,\n Like a storm suddenly\n The English archery\n Stuck the French horses.\n\nWith Spanish yew so strong,\n Arrows a cloth-yard long\n That like to serpents stung,\n Piercing the weather;\n None from his fellow starts,\n But playing manly parts,\n And like true English hearts\n Stuck close together.\n\nWhen down their bows they threw,\n And forth their bilbos drew,\n And on the French they flew,\n Not one was tardy;\n Arms were from shoulders sent,\n Scalps to the teeth were rent,\n Down the French peasants went—\n Our men were hardy.\n\nThis while our noble king,\n His broadsword brandishing,\n\nDOWN the French host did ding\n As to o’erwhelm it;\n And many a deep wound lent,\n His arms with blood besprent,\n And many a cruel dent\n Bruisèd his helmet.\n\nGloster, that duke so good,\n Next of the royal blood,\n For famous England stood\n With his brave brother;\n Clarence, in steel so bright,\n Though but a maiden knight,\n Yet in that furious fight\n Scarce such another.\n\nWarwick in blood did wade,\n Oxford the foe invade,\n And cruel slaughter made\n Still as they ran up;\n Suffolk his axe did ply,\n Beaumont and Willoughby\n Bare them right doughtily,\n Ferrers and Fanhope.\n\nUpon Saint Crispin’s Day\n Fought was this noble fray,\n Which fame did not delay\n To England to carry.\n O when shall English men\n With such acts fill a pen?\n Or England breed again\n Such a King Harry?","themes":["hope","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_119","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"119","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1563-1631"},{"id":"oxford-120","title":"To the Virginian Voyage","poet":"Michael Drayton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"YOU brave heroic minds\n Worthy your country’s name,\n That honour still pursue;\n Go and subdue!\n Whilst loitering hinds\n Lurk here at home with shame.\n\nBritons, you stay too long:\n Quickly aboard bestow you,\n And with a merry gale\n Swell your stretch’d sail\n With vows as strong\n As the winds that blow you.\n\nYour course securely steer,\n West and by south forth keep!\n Rocks, lee-shores, nor shoals\n When Eolus scowls\n You need not fear;\n So absolute the deep.\n\nAnd cheerfully at sea\n Success you still entice\n To get the pearl and gold,\n And ours to hold\n Virginia,\n Earth’s only paradise.\n\nWhere nature hath in store\n Fowl, venison, and fish,\n And the fruitfull’st soil\n Without your toil\n Three harvests more,\n All greater than your wish.\n\nAnd the ambitious vine\n Crowns with his purple mass\n The cedar reaching high\n To kiss the sky,\n The cypress, pine,\n And useful sassafras.\n\nTo whom the Golden Age\n Still nature’s laws doth give,\n No other cares attend,\n But them to defend\n From winter’s rage,\n That long there doth not live.\n\nWhen as the luscious smell\n Of that delicious land\n Above the seas that flows\n The clear wind throws,\n Your hearts to swell\n Approaching the dear strand;\n\nIn kenning of the shore\n (Thanks to God first given)\n O you the happiest men,\n Be frolic then!\n Let cannons roar,\n Frighting the wide heaven.\n\nAnd in regions far,\n Such heroes bring ye forth\n As those from whom we came;\n And plant our name\n Under that star\n Not known unto our North.\n\nAnd as there plenty grows\n Of laurel everywhere—\n Apollo’s sacred tree—\n You it may see\n A poet’s brows\n To crown, that may sing there.\n\nThy Voyages attend,\n Industrious Hakluyt,\n Whose reading shall inflame\n Men to seek fame,\n And much commend\n To after times thy wit.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_120","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"120","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1563-1631"},{"id":"oxford-121","title":"The Passionate Shepherd to His Love","poet":"Christopher Marlowe","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"COME live with me and be my Love,\n And we will all the pleasures prove\n That hills and valleys, dales and fields\n Or woods or steepy mountain yields.\n\nAnd we will sit upon the rocks,\n And see the shepherds feed their flocks\n By shallow rivers, to whose falls\n Melodious birds sing madrigals.\n\nAnd I will make thee beds of roses\n And a thousand fragrant posies;\n A cap of flowers, and a kirtle\n Embroider’d all with leaves of myrtle.\n\nA gown made of the finest wool\n Which from our pretty lambs we pull;\n Fair-linèd slippers for the cold,\n With buckles of the purest gold.\n\nA belt of straw and ivy-buds\n With coral clasps and amber studs:\n And if these pleasures may thee move,\n Come live with me and be my Love.\n\nThe shepherd swains shall dance and sing\n For thy delight each May morning:\n If these delights thy mind may move,\n Then live with me and be my Love.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_121","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"121","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1564-93"},{"id":"oxford-122","title":"Her Reply","poet":"Christopher Marlowe","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IF all the world and love were young,\n And truth in every shepherd’s tongue,\n These pretty pleasures might me move\n To live with thee and be thy Love.\n\nBut Time drives flocks from field to fold;\n When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;\n And Philomel becometh dumb;\n The rest complains of cares to come.\n\nThe flowers do fade, and wanton fields\n To wayward Winter reckoning yields:\n A honey tongue, a heart of gall,\n Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall.\n\nThy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,\n Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies,\n Soon break, soon wither—soon forgotten,\n In folly ripe, in reason rotten.\n\nThy belt of straw and ivy-buds,\n Thy coral clasps and amber studs,—\n All these in me no means can move\n To come to thee and be thy Love.\n\nBut could youth last, and love still breed,\n Had joys no date, nor age no need,\n Then these delights my mind might move\n To live with thee and be thy Love.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_122","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"122","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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What is she?\n That all our swains commend her?\n Holy, fair, and wise is she;\n The heaven such grace did lend her,\n That she might admirèd be.\n\nIs she kind as she is fair?\n For beauty lives with kindness:\n Love doth to her eyes repair,\n To help him of his blindness;\n And, being help’d, inhabits there.\n\nThen to Silvia let us sing,\n That Silvia is excelling;\n She excels each mortal thing\n Upon the dull earth dwelling:\n To her let us garlands bring.","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_123","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"123","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1564-1616","discoveryHidden":true},{"id":"oxford-125","title":"WHEN daisies pied and violets blue,","poet":"William Shakespeare","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"i\n\nWHEN daisies pied and violets blue,\n And lady-smocks all silver-white,\n And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue\n Do paint the meadows with delight,\n The cuckoo then, on every tree,\n Mocks married men; for thus sings he,\n Cuckoo!\n Cuckoo, cuckoo!—O word of fear,\n Unpleasing to a married ear!\n\nWhen shepherds pipe on oaten straws,\n And merry larks are ploughmen’s clocks,\n When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,\n And maidens bleach their summer smocks\n The cuckoo then, on every tree,\n Mocks married men; for thus sings he,\n Cuckoo!\n Cuckoo, cuckoo!—O word of fear,\n Unpleasing to a married ear!","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_125","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"125","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1564-1616","discoveryHidden":true},{"id":"oxford-126","title":"WHEN icicles hang by the wall,","poet":"William Shakespeare","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ii\n\nWHEN icicles hang by the wall,\n And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,\n And Tom bears logs into the hall,\n And milk comes frozen home in pail,\n When blood is nipp’d, and ways be foul,\n Then nightly sings the staring owl,\n To-whit!\n To-who!—a merry note.\n While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.\n\nWhen all aloud the wind doth blow,\n And coughing drowns the parson’s saw,\n And birds sit brooding in the snow,\n And Marian’s nose looks red and raw,\n When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,\n Then nightly sings the staring owl,\n To-whit!\n To-who!—a merry note,\n While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.","themes":["nature","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_126","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"126","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1564-1616","discoveryHidden":true},{"id":"oxford-140","title":"Fidele","poet":"William Shakespeare","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"FEAR no more the heat o’ the sun,\n Nor the furious winter’s rages;\n Thou thy worldly task hast done,\n Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages\n Golden lads and girls all must,\n As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.\n\nFear no more the frown o’ the great,\n Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke;\n Care no more to clothe and eat;\n To thee the reed is as the oak:\n The sceptre, learning, physic, must\n All follow this, and come to dust.\n\nFear no more the lightning-flash,\n Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;\n Fear not slander, censure rash;\n Thou hast finished joy and moan:\n All lovers young, all lovers must\n Consign to thee, and come to dust.\n\nNo exerciser harm thee!\n Nor no witchcraft charm thee!\n Ghost unlaid forbear thee!\n Nothing ill come near thee!\n Quiet consummation have;\n And renownèd be thy grave!","themes":["nature","death","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_140","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"140","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1565-1630?"},{"id":"oxford-167","title":"In Time of Pestilence","poet":"Thomas Nashe","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Adieu, farewell earth’s bliss!\n This world uncertain is:\n Fond are life’s lustful joys,\n Death proves them all but toys.\n None from his darts can fly;\n I am sick, I must die—\n Lord, have mercy on us!\n\nRich men, trust not in wealth,\n Gold cannot buy you health;\n Physic himself must fade;\n All things to end are made;\n The plague full swift goes by;\n I am sick, I must die—\n Lord, have mercy on us!\n\nBeauty is but a flower\n Which wrinkles will devour;\n Brightness falls from the air;\n Queens have died young and fair;\n Dust hath closed Helen’s eye;\n I am sick, I must die—\n Lord, have mercy on us!\n\nStrength stoops unto the grave,\n Worms feed on Hector brave;\n Swords may not fight with fate;\n Earth still holds ope her gate;\n Come, come! the bells do cry;\n I am sick, I must die—\n Lord, have mercy on us!\n\nWit with his wantonness\n Tasteth death’s bitterness;\n Hell’s executioner\n Hath no ears for to hear\n What vain art can reply;\n I am sick, I must die—\n Lord, have mercy on us!\n\nHaste therefore each degree\n To welcome destiny;\n Heaven is our heritage,\n Earth but a player’s stage.\n Mount we unto the sky;\n I am sick, I must die—\n Lord, have mercy on us!","themes":["nature","hope","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_167","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"167","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1567?-1619"},{"id":"oxford-172","title":"Vobiscum est Iope","poet":"Thomas Campion","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHEN thou must home to shades of underground,\n And there arrived, a new admirèd guest,\n The beauteous spirits do engirt thee round,\n White Iope, blithe Helen, and the rest,\n To hear the stories of thy finish’d love\n From that smooth tongue whose music hell can move;\n\nThen wilt thou speak of banqueting delights,\n Of masques and revels which sweet youth did make,\n Of tourneys and great challenges of knights,\n And all these triumphs for thy beauty’s sake:\n When thou hast told these honours done to thee,\n Then tell, O tell, how thou didst murder me!","themes":["love","time","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_172","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"172","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1567?-1619"},{"id":"oxford-173","title":"Hymn in Praise of Neptune","poet":"Thomas Campion","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"OF Neptune’s empire let us sing,\n At whose command the waves obey;\n To whom the rivers tribute pay,\n Down the high mountains sliding:\n To whom the scaly nation yields\n Homage for the crystal fields\n Wherein they dwell:\n And every sea-dog pays a gem\n Yearly out of his wat’ry cell\n To deck great Neptune’s diadem.\n\nThe Tritons dancing in a ring\n Before his palace gates do make\n The water with their echoes quake,\n Like the great thunder sounding:\n The sea-nymphs chant their accents shrill,\n And the sirens, taught to kill\n With their sweet voice,\n Make ev’ry echoing rock reply\n Unto their gentle murmuring noise\n The praise of Neptune’s empery.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_173","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"173","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1567?-1619"},{"id":"oxford-174","title":"Winter Nights","poet":"Thomas Campion","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"NOW winter nights enlarge\n The number of their hours,\n And clouds their storms discharge\n Upon the airy towers.\n Let now the chimneys blaze\n And cups o’erflow with wine;\n Let well-tuned words amaze\n With harmony divine.\n Now yellow waxen lights\n Shall wait on honey love,\n While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights\n Sleep’s leaden spells remove.\n\nThis time doth well dispense\n With lovers’ long discourse;\n Much speech hath some defence\n Though beauty no remorse.\n All do not all things well;\n Some measures comely tread,\n Some knotted riddles tell,\n Some poems smoothly read.\n The summer hath his joys,\n And winter his delights;\n Though love and all his pleasures are but toys,\n They shorten tedious nights.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_174","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"174","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1567?-1619"},{"id":"oxford-175","title":"Integer Vitae","poet":"Thomas Campion","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE man of life upright,\n Whose guiltless heart is free\n From all dishonest deeds,\n Or thought of vanity;\n\nThe man whose silent days\n In harmless joys are spent,\n Whom hopes cannot delude,\n Nor sorrow discontent;\n\nThat man needs neither towers\n Nor armour for defence,\n Nor secret vaults to fly\n From thunder’s violence:\n\nHe only can behold\n With unaffrighted eyes\n The horrors of the deep\n And terrors of the skies.\n\nThus, scorning all the cares\n That fate or fortune brings,\n He makes the heaven his book,\n His wisdom heavenly things;\n\nGood thoughts his only friends,\n His wealth a well-spent age,\n The earth his sober inn\n And quiet pilgrimage.","themes":["love","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_175","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"175","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1567?-1619"},{"id":"oxford-176","title":"O come quickly!","poet":"Thomas Campion","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"NEVER weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore,\n Never tirèd pilgrim’s limbs affected slumber more,\n Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast:\n O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to rest!\n\nEver blooming are the joys of heaven’s high Paradise,\n Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes:\n Glory there the sun outshines; whose beams the Blessèd only see:\n O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to Thee!","themes":["time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_176","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"176","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1567?-1619"},{"id":"oxford-177","title":"A Nosegay","poet":"John Reynolds","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SAY, crimson Rose and dainty Daffodil,\n With Violet blue;\n Since you have seen the beauty of my saint,\n And eke her view;\n Did not her sight (fair sight!) you lonely fill,\n With sweet delight\n Of goddess’ grace and angels’ sacred teint\n In fine, most bright?\n\nSay, golden Primrose, sanguine Cowslip fair,\n With Pink most fine;\n Since you beheld the visage of my dear,\n And eyes divine;\n\nDID not her globy front, and glistering hair,\n With cheeks most sweet,\n So gloriously like damask flowers appear,\n The gods to greet?\n\nSay, snow-white Lily, speckled Gillyflower,\n With Daisy gay;\n Since you have viewed the Queen of my desire,\n In her array;\n Did not her ivory paps, fair Venus’ bower,\n With heavenly glee,\n A Juno’s grace, conjure you to require\n Her face to see?\n\nSay Rose, say Daffodil, and Violet blue,\n With Primrose fair,\n Since ye have seen my nymph’s sweet dainty face\n And gesture rare,\n Did not (bright Cowslip, blooming Pink) her view\n (White Lily) shine—\n (Ah, Gillyflower, ah Daisy!) with a grace\n Like stars divine?","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_177","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"177","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"16th Cent."},{"id":"oxford-178","title":"Elizabeth of Bohemia","poet":"Henry Wotton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"YOU meaner beauties of the night,\n That poorly satisfy our eyes\n More by your number than your light,\n You common people of the skies;\n What are you when the moon shall rise?\n\nYou curious chanters of the wood,\n That warble forth Dime Nature’s lays,\n Thinking your passions understood\n By your weak accents; what’s your praise\n When Philomel her voice shall raise?\n\nYou violets that first appear,\n By your pure purple mantles known\n Like the proud virgins of the year,\n As if the spring were all your own;\n What are you when the rose is blown?\n\nSo, when my mistress shall be seen\n In form and beauty of her mind,\n By virtue first, then choice, a Queen,\n Tell me, if she were not design’d\n Th’ eclipse and glory of her kind.","themes":["nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_178","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"178","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1568-1639"},{"id":"oxford-181","title":"Man","poet":"Sir John Davies","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I KNOW my soul hath power to know all things,\n Yet she is blind and ignorant in all:\n I know I’m one of Nature’s little kings,\n Yet to the least and vilest things am thrall.\n\nI know my life’s a pain and but a span;\n I know my sense is mock’d in everything;\n And, to conclude, I know myself a Man—\n Which is a proud and yet a wretched thing.","themes":["spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_181","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"181","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1569-1626"},{"id":"oxford-182","title":"To His Forsaken Mistress","poet":"Sir Robert Ayton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I DO confess thou’rt smooth and fair,\n And I might have gone near to love thee,\n Had I not found the slightest prayer\n That lips could move, had power to move thee;\n But I can let thee now alone\n As worthy to be loved by none.\n\nI do confess thou’rt sweet; yet find\n Thee such an unthrift of thy sweets,\n Thy favours are but like the wind\n That kisseth everything it meets:\n And since thou canst with more than one,\n Thou’rt worthy to be kiss’d by none.\n\nThe morning rose that untouch’d stands\n Arm’d with her briers, how sweet she smells!\n But pluck’d and strain’d through ruder hands,\n Her sweets no longer with her dwells:\n But scent and beauty both are gone,\n And leaves fall from her, one by one.\n\nSuch fate ere long will thee betide\n When thou hast handled been awhile,\n With sere flowers to be thrown aside;\n And I shall sigh, while some will smile,\n To see thy love to every one\n Hath brought thee to be loved by none.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_182","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"182","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1570-1638"},{"id":"oxford-183","title":"To an Inconstant One","poet":"Sir Robert Ayton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I LOVED thee once; I’ll love no more—\n Thine be the grief as is the blame;\n Thou art not what thou wast before,\n What reason I should be the same?\n He that can love unloved again,\n Hath better store of love than brain:\n God send me love my debts to pay,\n While unthrifts fool their love away!\n\nNothing could have my love o’erthrown\n If thou hadst still continued mine;\n Yea, if thou hadst remain’d thy own,\n I might perchance have yet been thine.\n But thou thy freedom didst recall\n That it thou might elsewhere enthral:\n And then how could I but disdain\n A captive’s captive to remain?\n\nWhen new desires had conquer’d thee\n And changed the object of thy will,\n It had been lethargy in me,\n Not constancy, to love thee still.\n Yea, it had been a sin to go\n And prostitute affection so:\n Since we are taught no prayers to say\n To such as must to others pray.\n\nYet do thou glory in thy choice—\n Thy choice of his good fortune boast;\n I’ll neither grieve nor yet rejoice\n To see him gain what I have lost:\n The height of my disdain shall be\n To laugh at him, to blush for thee;\n To love thee still, but go no more\n A-begging at a beggar’s door.","themes":["love","grief","spirituality","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_183","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"183","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1570-1638"},{"id":"oxford-186","title":"Simplex Munditiis","poet":"Ben Jonson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"STILL to be neat, still to be drest,\n As you were going to a feast;\n Still to be powder’d, still perfumed:\n Lady, it is to be presumed,\n Though art’s hid causes are not found,\n All is not sweet, all is not sound.\n\nGive me a look, give me a face\n That makes simplicity a grace;\n Robes loosely flowing, hair as free:\n Such sweet neglect more taketh me\n Than all th’ adulteries of art;\n They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.","themes":["love","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_186","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"186","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1573-1637"},{"id":"oxford-187","title":"The Shadow","poet":"Ben Jonson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"FOLLOW a shadow, it still flies you;\n Seem to fly it, it will pursue:\n So court a mistress, she denies you;\n Let her alone, she will court you.\n Say, are not women truly, then,\n Styled but the shadows of us men?\n\nAt morn and even, shades are longest;\n At noon they are or short or none:\n So men at weakest, they are strongest,\n But grant us perfect, they’re not known.\n Say, are not women truly, then,\n Styled but the shadows of us men?","themes":["loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_187","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"187","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1573-1637"},{"id":"oxford-188","title":"The Triumph","poet":"Ben Jonson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SEE the Chariot at hand here of Love,\n Wherein my Lady rideth!\n Each that draws is a swan or a dove,\n And well the car Love guideth.\n As she goes, all hearts do duty\n Unto her beauty;\n And enamour’d do wish, so they might\n But enjoy such a sight,\n That they still were to run by her side,\n Through swords, through seas, whither she would ride.\n\nDo but look on her eyes, they do light\n All that Love’s world compriseth!\n Do but look on her hair, it is bright\n As Love’s star when it riseth!\n Do but mark, her forehead’s smoother\n Than words that soothe her;\n And from her arch’d brows such a grace\n Sheds itself through the face,\n As alone there triumphs to the life\n All the gain, all the good, of the elements’ strife.\n\nHave you seen but a bright lily grow\n Before rude hands have touch’d it?\n Have you mark’d but the fall of the snow\n Before the soil hath smutch’d it?\n Have you felt the wool of beaver,\n Or swan’s down ever?\n O have smelt o’ the bud o’ the brier,\n Or the nard in the fire?\n Or have tasted the bag of the bee?\n O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!","themes":["love","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_188","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"188","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1573-1637"},{"id":"oxford-189","title":"An Elegy","poet":"Ben Jonson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THOUGH beauty be the mark of praise,\n And yours of whom I sing be such\n As not the world can praise too much,\n Yet ’tis your Virtue now I raise.\n\nA virtue, like allay so gone\n Throughout your form as, though that move\n And draw and conquer all men’s love,\n This subjects you to love of one.\n\nWherein you triumph yet—because\n ’Tis of your flesh, and that you use\n The noblest freedom, not to choose\n Against or faith or honour’s laws.\n\nBUT who should less expect from you?\n In whom alone Love lives again:\n By whom he is restored to men,\n And kept and bred and brought up true.\n\nHis falling temples you have rear’d,\n The withered garlands ta’en away;\n His altars kept from that decay\n That envy wish’d, and nature fear’d:\n\nAnd on them burn so chaste a flame,\n With so much loyalty’s expense,\n As Love to acquit such excellence\n Is gone himself into your name.\n\nAnd you are he—the deity\n To whom all lovers are design’d\n That would their better objects find\n Among which faithful troop am I—\n\nWho as an off’ring at your shrine\n Have sung this hymn, and here entreat\n One spark of your diviner heat\n To light upon a love of mine.\n\nWhich if it kindle not, but scant\n Appear, and that to shortest view;\n Yet give me leave to adore in you\n What I in her am grieved to want!","themes":["love","loneliness","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_189","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"189","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1573-1637"},{"id":"oxford-190","title":"A Farewell to the World","poet":"Ben Jonson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"FALSE world, good night! since thou hast brought\n That hour upon my morn of age;\n Henceforth I quit thee from my thought,\n My part is ended on thy stage.\n\nYes, threaten, do. Alas! I fear\n As little as I hope from thee:\n I know thou canst not show nor bear\n More hatred than thou hast to me.\n\nMy tender, first, and simple years\n Thou didst abuse and then betray;\n Since stir’d’st up jealousies and fears,\n When all the causes were away.\n\nThen in a soil hast planted me\n Where breathe the basest of thy fools;\n Where envious arts professèd be,\n And pride and ignorance the schools;\n\nWhere nothing is examined, weigh’d,\n But as ’tis rumour’d, so believed;\n Where every freedom is betray’d,\n And every goodness tax’d or grieved.\n\nBut what we’re born for, we must bear:\n Our frail condition it is such\n That what to all may happen here,\n If ’t chance to me, I must not grutch.\n\nElse I my state should much mistake\n To harbour a divided thought\n From all my kind—that, for my sake,\n There should a miracle be wrought.\n\nNo, I do know that I was born\n To age, misfortune, sickness, grief:\n But I will bear these with that scorn\n As shall not need thy false relief.\n\nNor for my peace will I go far,\n As wanderers do, that still do roam;\n But make my strengths, such as they are,\n Here in my bosom, and at home.","themes":["hope","grief","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_190","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"190","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1573-1637"},{"id":"oxford-191","title":"The Noble Balm","poet":"Ben Jonson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HIGH-spirited friend,\n I send nor balms nor cor’sives to your wound:\n Your fate hath found\n A gentler and more agile hand to tend\n The cure of that which is but corporal;\n And doubtful days, which were named critical,\n Have made their fairest flight\n And now are out of sight.\n Yet doth some wholesome physic for the mind\n Wrapp’d in this paper lie,\n Which in the taking if you misapply,\n You are unkind.\n\nYour covetous hand,\n Happy in that fair honour it hath gain’d,\n Must now be rein’d.\n True valour doth her own renown command\n In one full action; nor have you now more\n To do, than be a husband of that store.\n Think but how dear you bought\n This fame which you have caught:\n Such thoughts will make you more in love with truth.\n ’Tis wisdom, and that high,\n For men to use their fortune reverently,\n Even in youth.","themes":["love","time","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_191","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"191","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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Reader, stay.\n Underneath this stone doth lie\n As much Beauty as could die:\n Which in life did harbour give\n To more Virtue than doth live.\n If at all she had a fault,\n Leave it buried in this vault.\n One name was Elizabeth,\n The other, let it sleep with death:\n Fitter, where it died, to tell\n Than that it lived at all. Farewell.","themes":["death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_192","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"192","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1573-1637"},{"id":"oxford-193","title":"On Salathiel Pavy","poet":"Ben Jonson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WEEP with me, all you that read\n This little story;\n And know, for whom a tear you shed\n Death’s self is sorry.\n ’Twas a child that so did thrive\n In grace and feature,\n As Heaven and Nature seem’d to strive\n Which own’d the creature.\n Years he number’d scarce thirteen\n When Fates turn’d cruel,\n Yet three fill’d zodiacs had he been\n The stage’s jewel;\n And did act (what now we moan)\n Old men so duly,\n As sooth the Parcae thought him one,\n He play’d so truly.\n So, by error, to his fate\n They all consented;\n But, viewing him since, alas, too late!\n They have repented;\n And have sought, to give new birth,\n In baths to steep him;\n But, being so much too good for earth,\n Heaven vows to keep him.","themes":["grief","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_193","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"193","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1573-1637"},{"id":"oxford-194","title":"A Part of an Ode","poet":"Ben Jonson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IT is not growing like a tree\n In bulk, doth make man better be;\n Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,\n To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:\n A lily of a day\n Is fairer far in May,\n Although it fall and die that night;\n It was the plant and flower of light.\n In small proportions we just beauties see;\n And in short measures, life may perfect be.\n\nCall, noble Lucius, then for wine,\n And let thy looks with gladness shine:\n Accept this garland, plant it on thy head,\n And think—nay, know—thy Morison’s not dead.\n He leap’d the present age,\n Possest with holy rage\n To see that bright eternal Day\n Of which we Priests and Poets say\n Such truths as we expect for happy men;\n And there he lives with memory—and Ben\n\nJonson: who sung this of him, ere he went\n Himself to rest,\n Or tast a part of that full joy he meant\n To have exprest\n In this bright Asterism\n Where it were friendship’s schism—\n Were not his Lucius long with us to tarry—\n To separate these twy\n Lights, the Dioscuri,\n And keep the one half from his Harry.\n But fate doth so alternate the design,\n Whilst that in Heav’n, this light on earth must shine.\n\nAnd shine as you exalted are!\n Two names of friendship, but one star:\n Of hearts the union: and those not by chance\n Made, or indenture, or leased out to advance\n The profits for a time.\n No pleasures vain did chime\n Of rimes or riots at your feasts,\n Orgies of drink or feign’d protests;\n But simple love of greatness and of good,\n That knits brave minds and manners more than blood.\n\nThis made you first to know the Why\n You liked, then after, to apply\n That liking, and approach so one the t’other\n Till either grew a portion of the other:\n Each stylèd by his end\n The copy of his friend.\n You lived to be the great surnames\n And titles by which all made claims\n Unto the Virtue—nothing perfect done\n But as a CARY or a MORISON.\n\nAnd such the force the fair example had\n As they that saw\n The good, and durst not practise it, were glad\n That such a law\n Was left yet to mankind,\n Where they might read and find\n Friendship indeed was written, not in words,\n And with the heart, not pen,\n Of two so early men,\n Whose lines her rules were and records:\n Who, ere the first down bloomed on the chin,\n Had sow’d these fruits, and got the harvest in.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_194","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"194","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1573-1637"},{"id":"oxford-195","title":"Daybreak","poet":"John Donne","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"STAY, O sweet, and do not rise!\n The light that shines comes from thine eyes;\n The day breaks not: it is my heart,\n Because that you and I must part.\n Stay! or else my joys will die\n And perish in their infancy.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_195","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"195","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1573-1631"},{"id":"oxford-196","title":"Song","poet":"John Donne","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"GO and catch a falling star,\n Get with child a mandrake root,\n Tell me where all past years are,\n Or who cleft the Devil’s foot;\n Teach me to hear mermaids singing,\n Or to keep off envy’s stinging,\n And find\n What wind\n Serves to advance an honest mind.\n\nIf thou be’st born to strange sights,\n Things invisible to see,\n Ride ten thousand days and nights\n Till Age snow white hairs on thee;\n Thou, when thou return’st, wilt tell me\n All strange wonders that befell thee,\n And swear\n No where\n Lives a woman true and fair.\n\nIf thou find’st one, let me know;\n Such a pilgrimage were sweet,\n Yet do not; I would not go,\n Though at next door we might meet.\n Though she were true when you met her,\n And last till you write your letter,\n Yet she\n Will be\n False, ere I come, to two or three.","themes":["time","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_196","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"196","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1573-1631"},{"id":"oxford-197","title":"That Time and Absence proves","poet":"John Donne","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"That Time and Absence proves\n Rather helps than hurts to loves\n\nABSENCE, hear thou my protestation\n Against thy strength,\n Distance and length:\n Do what thou canst for alteration,\n For hearts of truest mettle\n Absence doth join and Time doth settle.\n\nWho loves a mistress of such quality,\n His mind hath found\n Affection’s ground\n Beyond time, place, and all mortality.\n To hearts that cannot vary\n Absence is present, Time doth tarry.\n\nMy senses want their outward motion\n Which now within\n Reason doth win,\n Redoubled by her secret notion:\n Like rich men that take pleasure\n In hiding more than handling treasure.\n\nBy Absence this good means I gain,\n That I can catch her\n Where none can watch her,\n In some close corner of my brain:\n There I embrace and kiss her,\n And so enjoy her and none miss her.","themes":["love","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_197","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"197","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1573-1631"},{"id":"oxford-198","title":"The Ecstasy","poet":"John Donne","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHERE, like a pillow on a bed,\n A pregnant bank swell’d up, to rest\n The violet’s reclining head,\n Sat we two, one another’s best.\n\nOur hands were firmly cèmented\n By a fast balm which thence did spring;\n Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread\n Our eyes upon one double string.\n\nSo to engraft our hands, as yet\n Was all the means to make us one;\n And pictures in our eyes to get\n Was all our propagation.\n\nAs ’twixt two equal armies Fate\n Suspends uncertain victory,\n Our souls—which to advance their state\n Were gone out—hung ’twixt her and me.\n\nAnd whilst our souls negotiate there,\n We like sepulchral statues lay;\n All day the same our postures were,\n And we said nothing, all the day.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_198","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"198","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1573-1631"},{"id":"oxford-199","title":"The Dream","poet":"John Donne","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"DEAR love, for nothing less than thee\n Would I have broke this happy dream,\n It was a theme\n For reason, much too strong for fantasy.\n Therefore thou waked’st me wisely; yet\n My dream thou brok’st not, but continued’st it.\n Thou art so true that thoughts of thee suffice\n To make dreams truths and fables histories;\n Enter these arms, for since thou thought’st it best\n Not to dream all my dream, let’s act the rest.\n\nAs lightning, or a taper’s light,\n Thine eyes, and not thy noise, waked me;\n Yet I thought thee—\n For thou lov’st truth—an angel, at first sight;\n But when I saw thou saw’st my heart,\n And knew’st my thoughts beyond an angel’s art,\n When thou knew’st what I dreamt, when thou knew’st when\n Excess of joy would wake me, and cam’st then,\n I must confess it could not choose but be\n Profane to think thee anything but thee.\n\nComing and staying show’d thee thee,\n But rising makes me doubt that now\n Thou art not thou.\n That Love is weak where Fear’s as strong as he;\n ’Tis not all spirit pure and brave\n If mixture it of Fear, Shame, Honour have.\n Perchance as torches, which must ready be,\n Men light and put out, so thou deal’st with me.\n Thou cam’st to kindle, go’st to come: then I\n Will dream that hope again, but else would die.","themes":["love","hope","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_199","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"199","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1573-1631"},{"id":"oxford-200","title":"The Funeral","poet":"John Donne","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHOEVER comes to shroud me, do not harm\n Nor question much\n That subtle wreath of hair about mine arm;\n The mystery, the sign you must not touch,\n For ’tis my outward soul,\n Viceroy to that which, unto heav’n being gone,\n Will leave this to control\n And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.\n\nFor if the sinewy thread my brain lets fall\n Through every part\n Can tie those parts, and make me one of all;\n Those hairs, which upward grew, and strength and art\n Have from a better brain,\n Can better do’t: except she meant that I\n By this should know my pain,\n As prisoners then are manacled, when they’re condemn’d to die.\n\nWhate’er she meant by ’t, bury it with me,\n For since I am\n Love’s martyr, it might breed idolatry\n If into other hands these reliques came.\n As ’twas humility\n T’ afford to it all that a soul can do,\n So ’tis some bravery\n That, since you would have none of me, I bury some of you.","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_200","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"200","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1573-1631"},{"id":"oxford-201","title":"A Hymn to God the Father","poet":"John Donne","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WILT Thou forgive that sin where I begun,\n Which was my sin, though it were done before?\n Wilt Thou forgive that sin through which I run,\n And do run still, though still I do deplore?\n When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done;\n For I have more.\n\nWilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won\n Others to sin, and made my sins their door?\n Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I did shun\n A year or two, but wallow’d in a score?\n When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done;\n For I have more.\n\nI have a sin of fear, that when I’ve spun\n My last thread, I shall perish on the shore;\n But swear by Thyself that at my death Thy Son\n Shall shine as He shines now and heretofore:\n And having done that, Thou hast done;\n I fear no more.","themes":["death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_201","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"201","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1573-1631"},{"id":"oxford-202","title":"Death","poet":"John Donne","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"DEATH, be not proud, though some have callèd thee\n Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so:\n For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow\n Die not, poor Death; nor yet canst thou kill me.\n From Rest and Sleep, which but thy picture be,\n Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow;\n And soonest our best men with thee do go—\n Rest of their bones and souls’ delivery!\n Thou’rt slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,\n And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;\n And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well\n And better than thy stroke. Why swell’st thou then?\n One short sleep past, we wake eternally,\n And Death shall be no more: Death, thou shalt die!","themes":["death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_202","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"202","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1573-1631"},{"id":"oxford-206","title":"The Message","poet":"Thomas Heywood","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"YE little birds that sit and sing\n Amidst the shady valleys,\n And see how Phillis sweetly walks\n Within her garden-alleys;\n Go, pretty birds, about her bower;\n Sing, pretty birds, she may not lower;\n Ah me! methinks I see her frown!\n Ye pretty wantons, warble.\n\nGo tell her through your chirping bills,\n As you by me are bidden,\n To her is only known my love,\n Which from the world is hidden.\n Go, pretty birds, and tell her so,\n See that your notes strain not too low.\n For still methinks I see her frown;\n Ye pretty wantons, warble.\n\nGo tune your voices’ harmony\n And sing, I am her lover;\n Strain loud and sweet, that every note\n With sweet content may move her:\n And she that hath the sweetest voice,\n Tell her I will not change my choice:\n —Yet still methinks I see her frown!\n Ye pretty wantons, warble.\n\nO fly! make haste! see, see, she falls\n Into a pretty slumber!\n Sing round about her rosy bed\n That waking she may wonder:\n Say to her, ’tis her lover true\n That sendeth love to you, to you!\n And when you hear her kind reply,\n Return with pleasant warblings.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_206","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"206","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"157?-1650"},{"id":"oxford-207","title":"Sleep","poet":"John Fletcher","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"COME, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving\n Lock me in delight awhile;\n Let some pleasing dreams beguile\n All my fancies; that from thence\n I may feel an influence\n All my powers of care bereaving!\n\nThough but a shadow, but a sliding,\n Let me know some little joy!\n We that suffer long annoy\n Are contented with a thought\n Through an idle fancy wrought:\n O let my joys have some abiding!","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_207","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"207","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1579-1625"},{"id":"oxford-208","title":"Bridal Song","poet":"John Fletcher","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"CYNTHIA, to thy power and thee\n We obey.\n Joy to this great company!\n And no day\n Come to steal this night away\n Till the rites of love are ended,\n And the lusty bridegroom say,\n Welcome, light, of all befriended!\n\nPace out, you watery powers below;\n Let your feet,\n Like the galleys when they row,\n Even beat;\n Let your unknown measures, set\n To the still winds, tell to all\n That gods are come, immortal, great,\n To honour this great nuptial!","themes":["love","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_208","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"208","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1579-1625"},{"id":"oxford-209","title":"Aspatia’s Song","poet":"John Fletcher","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"LAY a garland on my herse\n Of the dismal yew;\n Maidens, willow branches bear;\n Say, I died true.\n\nMy love was false, but I was firm\n From my hour of birth.\n Upon my buried body lie\n Lightly, gentle earth!","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_209","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"209","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1579-1625"},{"id":"oxford-210","title":"Hymn to Pan","poet":"John Fletcher","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SING his praises that doth keep\n Our flocks from harm,\n Pan, the father of our sheep;\n And arm in arm\n Tread we softly in a round,\n Whilst the hollow neighbouring ground\n Fills the music with her sound.\n\nPan, O great god Pan, to thee\n Thus do we sing!\n Thou who keep’st us chaste and free\n As the young spring:\n Ever be thy honour spoke\n From that place the morn is broke\n To that place day doth unyoke!","themes":["nature","spirituality","home","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_210","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"210","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1579-1625"},{"id":"oxford-211","title":"Away, Delights","poet":"John Fletcher","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"AWAY, delights! go seek some other dwelling,\n For I must die.\n Farewell, false love! thy tongue is ever telling\n Lie after lie.\n For ever let me rest now from thy smarts;\n Alas, for pity go\n And fire their hearts\n That have been hard to thee! Mine was not so.\n\nNever again deluding love shall know me,\n For I will die;\n And all those griefs that think to overgrow me\n Shall be as I:\n For ever will I sleep, while poor maids cry—\n ‘Alas, for pity stay,\n And let us die\n With thee! Men cannot mock us in the clay.’","themes":["love","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_211","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"211","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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Now everything is still,\n The screech-owl and the whistler shrill,\n Call upon our dame aloud,\n And bid her quickly don her shroud!\n\nMuch you had of land and rent;\n Your length in clay’s now competent:\n A long war disturb’d your mind;\n Here your perfect peace is sign’d.\n\nOf what is’t fools make such vain keeping?\n Sin their conception, their birth weeping,\n Their life a general mist of error,\n Their death a hideous storm of terror.\n Strew your hair with powders sweet,\n Don clean linen, bathe your feet,\n And—the foul fiend more to check—\n A crucifix let bless your neck:\n ’Tis now full tide ’tween night and day;\n End your groan and come away.","themes":["grief","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_219","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"219","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"?-1630?"},{"id":"oxford-220","title":"Vanitas Vanitatum","poet":"John Webster","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ALL the flowers of the spring\n Meet to perfume our burying;\n These have but their growing prime,\n And man does flourish but his time:\n Survey our progress from our birth—\n We are set, we grow, we turn to earth.\n Courts adieu, and all delights,\n All bewitching appetites!\n Sweetest breath and clearest eye\n Like perfumes go out and die;\n And consequently this is done\n As shadows wait upon the sun.\n Vain the ambition of kings\n Who seek by trophies and dead things\n To leave a living name behind,\n And weave but nets to catch the wind.","themes":["nature","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_220","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"220","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"?-1630?"},{"id":"oxford-221","title":"Aurora","poet":"William Alexander","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O HAPPY Tithon! if thou know’st thy hap,\n And valuest thy wealth, as I my want,\n Then need’st thou not—which ah! 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1580?-1640"},{"id":"oxford-222","title":"A Litany","poet":"Phineas Fletcher","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"DROP, drop, slow tears,\n And bathe those beauteous feet\n Which brought from Heaven\n The news and Prince of Peace:\n Cease not, wet eyes,\n His mercy to entreat;\n To cry for vengeance\n Sin doth never cease.\n In your deep floods\n Drown all my faults and fears;\n Nor let His eye\n See sin, but through my tears.","themes":["grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_222","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"222","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1580-1650"},{"id":"oxford-223","title":"Of his Dear Son, Gervase","poet":"Sir John Beaumont","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"DEAR Lord, receive my son, whose winning love\n To me was like a friendship, far above\n The course of nature or his tender age;\n Whose looks could all my bitter griefs assuage:\n Let his pure soul, ordain’d seven years to be\n In that frail body which was part of me,\n Remain my pledge in Heaven, as sent to show\n How to this port at every step I go.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_223","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"223","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1583-1627"},{"id":"oxford-224","title":"Invocation","poet":"William Drummond","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"PHŒBUS, arise!\n And paint the sable skies\n With azure, white, and red;\n Rouse Memnon’s mother from her Tithon’s bed,\n That she thy career may with roses spread;\n The nightingales thy coming each-where sing;\n Make an eternal spring!\n Give life to this dark world which lieth dead;\n Spread forth thy golden hair\n In larger locks than thou wast wont before,\n And emperor-like decore\n With diadem of pearl thy temples fair:\n Chase hence the ugly night\n Which serves but to make dear thy glorious light.\n This is that happy morn,\n That day, long wishèd day\n Of all my life so dark\n (If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn\n And fates not hope betray),\n Which, only white, deserves\n A diamond for ever should it mark:\n This is the morn should bring into this grove\n My Love, to hear and recompense my love.\n Fair King, who all preserves,\n But show thy blushing beams,\n And thou two sweeter eyes\n Shalt see than those which by Penèus’ streams\n Did once thy heart surprise:\n Nay, suns, which shine as clear\n As thou when two thou did to Rome appear.\n Now, Flora, deck thyself in fairest guise:\n If that ye, winds, would hear\n A voice surpassing far Amphion’s lyre,\n Your stormy chiding stay;\n Let zephyr only breathe\n And with her tresses play,\n Kissing sometimes these purple ports of death.\n\nThe winds all silent are;\n And Phœbus in his chair\n Ensaffroning sea and air\n Makes vanish every star:\n Night like a drunkard reels\n Beyond the hills to shun his flaming wheels:\n The fields with flowers are deck’d in every hue,\n The clouds bespangle with bright gold their blue;\n Here is the pleasant place—\n And everything, save Her, who all should grace.","themes":["love","nature","hope","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_224","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"224","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1585-1649"},{"id":"oxford-226","title":"Spring Bereaved 1","poet":"William Drummond","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THAT zephyr every year\n So soon was heard to sigh in forests here,\n It was for her: that wrapp’d in gowns of green\n Meads were so early seen,\n That in the saddest months oft sung the merles,\n It was for her; for her trees dropp’d forth pearls.\n That proud and stately courts\n Did envy those our shades and calm resorts,\n It was for her; and she is gone, O woe!\n Woods cut again do grow,\n Bud doth the rose and daisy, winter done;\n But we, once dead, no more do see the sun.","themes":["nature","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_226","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"226","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1585-1649"},{"id":"oxford-228","title":"Spring Bereaved 3","poet":"William Drummond","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ALEXIS, here she stay’d; among these pines,\n Sweet hermitress, she did alone repair;\n Here did she spread the treasure of her hair,\n More rich than that brought from the Colchian mines.\n She set her by these muskèd eglantines,\n —The happy place the print seems yet to bear:\n Her voice did sweeten here thy sugar’d lines,\n To which winds, trees, beasts, birds, did lend their ear.\n Me here she first perceived, and here a morn\n Of bright carnations did o’erspread her face;\n Here did she sigh, here first my hopes were born,\n And I first got a pledge of promised grace:\n But ah! what served it to be happy so?\n Sith passèd pleasures double but new woe?","themes":["nature","hope","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_228","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"228","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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O grief!—hung at a feeble thread\n To which pale Atropos had set her knife;\n The soul with many a groan\n Had left each outward part,\n And now did take his last leave of the heart:\n Naught else did want, save death, ev’n to be dead;\n When the afflicted band about her bed,\n Seeing so fair him come in lips, cheeks, eyes,\n Cried, ‘Ah! and can Death enter Paradise?’","themes":["love","grief","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_229","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"229","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1585-1649"},{"id":"oxford-231","title":"Change should breed Change","poet":"William Drummond","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"NEW doth the sun appear,\n The mountains’ snows decay,\n Crown’d with frail flowers forth comes the baby year.\n My soul, time posts away;\n And thou yet in that frost\n Which flower and fruit hath lost,\n As if all here immortal were, dost stay.\n For shame! thy powers awake,\n Look to that Heaven which never night makes black,\n And there at that immortal sun’s bright rays,\n Deck thee with flowers which fear not rage of days!","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_231","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"231","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1585-1649"},{"id":"oxford-232","title":"Saint John Baptist","poet":"William Drummond","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE last and greatest Herald of Heaven’s King,\n Girt with rough skins, hies to the deserts wild,\n Among that savage brood the woods forth bring,\n Which he than man more harmless found and mild.\n His food was locusts, and what young doth spring\n With honey that from virgin hives distill’d;\n Parch’d body, hollow eyes, some uncouth thing\n Made him appear, long since from earth exiled.\n There burst he forth: ‘All ye, whose hopes rely\n On God, with me amidst these deserts mourn;\n Repent, repent, and from old errors turn!’\n —Who listen’d to his voice, obey’d his cry?\n Only the echoes, which he made relent,\n Rung from their marble caves ‘Repent! Repent!’","themes":["nature","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_232","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"232","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1585-1649"},{"id":"oxford-233","title":"Wooing Song","poet":"Giles Fletcher","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"LOVE is the blossom where there blows\n Every thing that lives or grows:\n Love doth make the Heav’ns to move,\n And the Sun doth burn in love:\n Love the strong and weak doth yoke,\n And makes the ivy climb the oak,\n Under whose shadows lions wild,\n Soften’d by love, grow tame and mild:\n Love no med’cine can appease,\n He burns the fishes in the seas:\n Not all the skill his wounds can stench,\n Not all the sea his fire can quench.\n Love did make the bloody spear\n Once a leavy coat to wear,\n While in his leaves there shrouded lay\n Sweet birds, for love that sing and play\n And of all love’s joyful flame\n I the bud and blossom am.\n Only bend thy knee to me,\n Thy wooing shall thy winning be\n\nSee, see the flowers that below\n Now as fresh as morning blow;\n And of all the virgin rose\n That as bright Aurora shows;\n How they all unleavèd die,\n Losing their virginity!\n Like unto a summer shade,\n But now born, and now they fade.\n Every thing doth pass away;\n There is danger in delay:\n Come, come, gather then the rose,\n Gather it, or it you lose!\n All the sand of Tagus’ shore\n Into my bosom casts his ore:\n All the valleys’ swimming corn\n To my house is yearly borne:\n Every grape of every vine\n Is gladly bruised to make me wine:\n While ten thousand kings, as proud,\n To carry up my train have bow’d,\n And a world of ladies send me\n In my chambers to attend me:\n All the stars in Heav’n that shine,\n And ten thousand more, are mine:\n Only bend thy knee to me,\n Thy wooing shall thy winning be!","themes":["love","nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_233","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"233","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"158?-1623"},{"id":"oxford-235","title":"Dawn","poet":"John Ford","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"FLY hence, shadows, that do keep\n Watchful sorrows charm’d in sleep!\n Tho’ the eyes be overtaken,\n Yet the heart doth ever waken\n Thoughts chain’d up in busy snares\n Of continual woes and cares:\n Love and griefs are so exprest\n As they rather sigh than rest.\n Fly hence, shadows, that do keep\n Watchful sorrows charm’d in sleep!","themes":["love","grief","night","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_235","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"235","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1586-1639"},{"id":"oxford-236","title":"I loved a Lass","poet":"George Wither","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I LOVED a lass, a fair one,\n As fair as e’er was seen;\n She was indeed a rare one,\n Another Sheba Queen:\n But, fool as then I was,\n I thought she loved me too:\n But now, alas! she’s left me,\n Falero, lero, loo!\n\nHer hair like gold did glister,\n Each eye was like a star,\n She did surpass her sister,\n Which pass’d all others far;\n She would me honey call,\n She’d—O she’d kiss me too!\n But now, alas! she’s left me,\n Falero, lero, loo!\n\nMany a merry meeting\n My love and I have had;\n She was my only sweeting,\n She made my heart full glad;\n The tears stood in her eyes\n Like to the morning dew:\n But now, alas! she’s left me,\n Falero, lero, loo!\n\nHer cheeks were like the cherry,\n Her skin was white as snow;\n When she was blithe and merry\n She angel-like did show;\n Her waist exceeding small,\n The fives did fit her shoe:\n But now, alas! she’s left me,\n Falero, lero, loo!\n\nIn summer time or winter\n She had her heart’s desire;\n I still did scorn to stint her\n From sugar, sack, or fire;\n The world went round about,\n No cares we ever knew:\n But now, alas! she’s left me,\n Falero, lero, loo!\n\nTo maidens’ vows and swearing\n Henceforth no credit give;\n You may give them the hearing.\n But never them believe;\n They are as false as fair,\n Unconstant, frail, untrue:\n For mine, alas! hath left me,\n Falero, lero, loo!","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_236","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"236","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1588-1667"},{"id":"oxford-237","title":"The Lover’s Resolution","poet":"George Wither","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SHALL I, wasting in despair,\n Die because a woman’s fair?\n Or make pale my cheeks with care\n ’Cause another’s rosy are?\n Be she fairer than the day,\n Or the flow’ry meads in May,\n If she think not well of me,\n What care I how fair she be?\n\nShall my silly heart be pined\n ’Cause I see a woman kind?\n Or a well disposèd nature\n Joinèd with a lovely feature?\n Be she meeker, kinder, than\n Turtle-dove or pelican,\n If she be not so to me,\n What care I how kind she be?\n\nShall a woman’s virtues move\n Me to perish for her love?\n Or her well-deservings known\n Make me quite forget my own?\n Be she with that goodness blest\n Which may merit name of Best,\n If she be not such to me,\n What care I how good she be?\n\n’Cause her fortune seems too high,\n Shall I play the fool and die?\n She that bears a noble mind,\n If not outward helps she find,\n Thinks what with them he would do\n That without them dares her woo;\n And unless that mind I see,\n What care I how great she be?\n\nGreat, or good, or kind, or fair,\n I will ne’er the more despair;\n If she love me, this believe,\n I will die ere she shall grieve;\n If she slight me when I woo,\n I can scorn and let her go;\n For if she be not for me,\n What care I for whom she be?","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_237","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"237","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1588-1667"},{"id":"oxford-238","title":"The Choice","poet":"George Wither","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ME so oft my fancy drew\n Here and there, that I ne’er knew\n Where to place desire before\n So that range it might no more;\n But as he that passeth by\n Where, in all her jollity,\n Flora’s riches in a row\n Do in seemly order grow,\n And a thousand flowers stand\n Bending as to kiss his hand;\n Out of which delightful store\n One he may take and no more;\n Long he pausing doubteth whether\n Of those fair ones he should gather.\n\nFirst the Primrose courts his eyes,\n Then the Cowslip he espies;\n Next the Pansy seems to woo him,\n Then Carnations bow unto him;\n Which whilst that enamour’d swain\n From the stalk intends to strain,\n (As half-fearing to be seen)\n Prettily her leaves between\n Peeps the Violet, pale to see\n That her virtues slighted be;\n Which so much his liking wins\n That to seize her he begins.\n\nYet before he stoop’d so low\n He his wanton eye did throw\n On a stem that grew more high,\n And the Rose did there espy.\n Who, beside her previous scent,\n To procure his eyes content\n Did display her goodly breast,\n Where he found at full exprest\n All the good that Nature showers\n On a thousand other flowers;\n Wherewith he affected takes it,\n His belovèd flower he makes it,\n And without desire of more\n Walks through all he saw before.\n\nSo I wand’ring but erewhile\n Through the garden of this Isle,\n Saw rich beauties, I confess,\n And in number numberless.\n Yea, so differing lovely too,\n That I had a world to do\n Ere I could set up my rest,\n Where to choose and choose the best.\n Thus I fondly fear’d, till Fate\n (Which I must confess in that\n Did a greater favour to me\n Than the world can malice do me)\n Show’d to me that matchless flower.\n Subject for this song of our;\n Whose perfection having eyed,\n Reason instantly espied\n That Desire, which ranged abroad,\n There would find a period:\n And no marvel if it might,\n For it there hath all delight,\n And in her hath nature placed\n What each several fair one graced.\n\nLet who list, for me, advance\n The admirèd flowers of France,\n Let who will praise and behold\n The reservèd Marigold;\n Let the sweet-breath’d Violet now\n Unto whom she pleaseth bow;\n And the fairest Lily spread\n Where she will her golden head;\n I have such a flower to wear\n That for those I do not care.\n\nLet the young and happy swains\n Playing on the Britain plains\n Court unblamed their shepherdesses,\n And with their gold curlèd tresses\n Toy uncensured, until I\n Grudge at their prosperity.\n Let all times, both present, past,\n And the age that shall be last,\n Vaunt the beauties they bring forth.\n I have found in one such worth,\n That content I neither care\n What the best before me were;\n Nor desire to live and see\n Who shall fair hereafter be;\n For I know the hand of Nature\n Will not make a fairer creature.","themes":["love","nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_238","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"238","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1588-1667"},{"id":"oxford-239","title":"A Widow’s Hymn","poet":"George Wither","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HOW near me came the hand of Death,\n When at my side he struck my dear,\n And took away the precious breath\n Which quicken’d my belovèd peer!\n How helpless am I thereby made!\n By day how grieved, by night how sad!\n And now my life’s delight is gone,\n —Alas! how am I left alone!\n\nThe voice which I did more esteem\n Than music in her sweetest key,\n Those eyes which unto me did seem\n More comfortable than the day;\n Those now by me, as they have been,\n Shall never more be heard or seen;\n But what I once enjoy’d in them\n Shall seem hereafter as a dream.\n\nLORD! keep me faithful to the trust\n Which my dear spouse reposed in me:\n To him now dead preserve me just\n In all that should performèd be!\n For though our being man and wife\n Extendeth only to this life,\n Yet neither life nor death should end\n The being of a faithful friend.","themes":["love","spirituality","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_239","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"239","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1588-1667"},{"id":"oxford-240","title":"A Welcome","poet":"William Browne, Of Tavistock","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Welcome, welcome! do I sing,\n Far more welcome than the spring;\n He that parteth from you never\n Shall enjoy a spring for ever.\n\nHe that to the voice is near\n Breaking from your iv’ry pale,\n Need not walk abroad to hear\n The delightful nightingale.\n Welcome, welcome, then....\n\nHe that looks still on your eyes,\n Though the winter have begun\n To benumb our arteries,\n Shall not want the summer’s sun.\n Welcome, welcome, then....\n\nHe that still may see your cheeks,\n Where all rareness still reposes,\n Is a fool if e’er he seeks\n Other lilies, other roses.\n Welcome, welcome, then....\n\nHe to whom your soft lip yields,\n And perceives your breath in kissing,\n All the odours of the fields\n Never, never shall be missing.\n Welcome, welcome, then....\n\nHe that question would anew\n What fair Eden was of old,\n Let him rightly study you,\n And a brief of that behold.\n Welcome, welcome, then....","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_240","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"240","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1588-1643"},{"id":"oxford-241","title":"The Sirens’ Song","poet":"William Browne, Of Tavistock","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"STEER, hither steer your wingèd pines,\n All beaten mariners!\n Here lie Love’s undiscover’d mines,\n A prey to passengers—\n Perfumes far sweeter than the best\n Which make the Phœnix’ urn and nest.\n Fear not your ships,\n Nor any to oppose you save our lips;\n But come on shore,\n Where no joy dies till Love hath gotten more.\n\nFor swelling waves our panting breasts,\n Where never storms arise,\n Exchange, and be awhile our guests:\n For stars gaze on our eyes.\n The compass Love shall hourly sing,\n And as he goes about the ring,\n We will not miss\n To tell each point he nameth with a kiss.\n —Then come on shore,\n Where no joy dies till Love hath gotten more.","themes":["love","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_241","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"241","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1588-1643"},{"id":"oxford-242","title":"The Rose","poet":"William Browne, Of Tavistock","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"A ROSE, as fair as ever saw the North,\n Grew in a little garden all alone;\n A sweeter flower did Nature ne’er put forth,\n Nor fairer garden yet was never known:\n The maidens danced about it morn and noon.\n And learnèd bards of it their ditties made;\n The nimble fairies by the pale-faced moon\n Water’d the root and kiss’d her pretty shade.\n But well-a-day!—the gardener careless grew;\n The maids and fairies both were kept away,\n And in a drought the caterpillars threw\n Themselves upon the bud and every spray.\n God shield the stock! If heaven send no supplies,\n The fairest blossom of the garden dies.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_242","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"242","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1588-1643"},{"id":"oxford-243","title":"Song","poet":"William Browne, Of Tavistock","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"FOR her gait, if she be walking;\n Be she sitting, I desire her\n For her state’s sake; and admire her\n For her wit if she be talking;\n Gait and state and wit approve her;\n For which all and each I love her.\n\nBe she sullen, I commend her\n For a modest. Be she merry,\n For a kind one her prefer I.\n Briefly, everything doth lend her\n So much grace, and so approve her,\n That for everything I love her.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_243","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"243","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1588-1643"},{"id":"oxford-244","title":"Memory","poet":"William Browne, Of Tavistock","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SO shuts the marigold her leaves\n At the departure of the sun;\n So from the honeysuckle sheaves\n The bee goes when the day is done;\n So sits the turtle when she is but one,\n And so all woe, as I since she is gone.\n\nTo some few birds kind Nature hath\n Made all the summer as one day:\n Which once enjoy’d, cold winter’s wrath\n As night they sleeping pass away.\n Those happy creatures are, that know not yet\n The pain to be deprived or to forget.\n\nI oft have heard men say there be\n Some that with confidence profess\n The helpful Art of Memory:\n But could they teach Forgetfulness,\n I’d learn; and try what further art could do\n To make me love her and forget her too.","themes":["love","nature","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_244","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"244","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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Be thou never graced with birds that sing,\n Nor Flora’s pride!\n In thee all flowers and roses spring,\n Mine only died.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_245","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"245","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1588-1643"},{"id":"oxford-246","title":"On the Countess Dowager of Pembroke","poet":"William Browne, Of Tavistock","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"UNDERNEATH this sable herse\n Lies the subject of all verse:\n Sidney’s sister, Pembroke’s mother:\n Death, ere thou hast slain another\n Fair and learn’d and good as she,\n Time shall throw a dart at thee.","themes":["time","death","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_246","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"246","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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The blooming morn\n Upon her wings presents the god unshorn.\n See how Aurora throws her fair\n Fresh-quilted colours through the air:\n Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see\n The dew bespangling herb and tree!\n Each flower has wept and bow’d toward the east\n Above an hour since, yet you not drest;\n Nay! not so much as out of bed?\n When all the birds have matins said\n And sung their thankful hymns, ’tis sin.\n Nay, profanation, to keep in,\n Whereas a thousand virgins on this day\n Spring sooner than the lark, to fetch in May.\n\nRise and put on your foliage, and be seen\n To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green,\n And sweet as Flora. Take no care\n For jewels for your gown or hair:\n Fear not; the leaves will strew\n Gems in abundance upon you:\n\nBesides, the childhood of the day has kept,\n Against you come, some orient pearls unwept.\n Come, and receive them while the light\n Hangs on the dew-locks of the night:\n And Titan on the eastern hill\n Retires himself, or else stands still\n Till you come forth! Wash, dress, be brief in praying:\n Few beads are best when once we go a-Maying.\n\nCome, my Corinna, come; and coming, mark\n How each field turns a street, each street a park,\n Made green and trimm’d with trees! see how\n Devotion gives each house a bough\n Or branch! each porch, each door, ere this,\n An ark, a tabernacle is,\n Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove,\n As if here were those cooler shades of love.\n Can such delights be in the street\n And open fields, and we not see’t?\n Come, we’ll abroad: and let’s obey\n The proclamation made for May,\n And sin no more, as we have done, by staying;\n But, my Corinna, come, let’s go a-Maying.\n\nThere’s not a budding boy or girl this day\n But is got up and gone to bring in May.\n A deal of youth ere this is come\n Back, and with white-thorn laden home.\n Some have despatch’d their cakes and cream,\n Before that we have left to dream:\n And some have wept and woo’d, and plighted troth,\n And chose their priest, ere we can cast off sloth:\n\nMANY a green-gown has been given,\n Many a kiss, both odd and even:\n Many a glance, too, has been sent\n From out the eye, love’s firmament:\n Many a jest told of the keys betraying\n This night, and locks pick’d: yet we’re not a-Maying!\n\nCome, let us go, while we are in our prime,\n And take the harmless folly of the time!\n We shall grow old apace, and die\n Before we know our liberty.\n Our life is short, and our days run\n As fast away as does the sun.\n And, as a vapour or a drop of rain,\n Once lost, can ne’er be found again,\n So when or you or I are made\n A fable, song, or fleeting shade,\n All love, all liking, all delight\n Lies drown’d with us in endless night.\n Then, while time serves, and we are but decaying,\n Come, my Corinna, come, let’s go a-Maying.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_247","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"247","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1591-1674"},{"id":"oxford-250","title":"To Electra","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I DARE not ask a kiss,\n I dare not beg a smile,\n Lest having that, or this,\n I might grow proud the while.\n\nNo, no, the utmost share\n Of my desire shall be\n Only to kiss that air\n That lately kissèd thee.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_250","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"250","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1591-1674"},{"id":"oxford-251","title":"To Violets","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WELCOME, maids of honour!\n You do bring\n In the spring,\n And wait upon her.\n\nShe has virgins many,\n Fresh and fair;\n Yet you are\n More sweet than any.\n\nYou’re the maiden posies,\n And so graced\n To be placed\n ’Fore damask roses.\n\nYet, though thus respected,\n By-and-by\n Ye do lie,\n Poor girls, neglected.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_251","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"251","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1591-1674"},{"id":"oxford-254","title":"The Primrose","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ASK me why I send you here\n This sweet Infanta of the year?\n Ask me why I send to you\n This primrose, thus bepearl’d with dew?\n I will whisper to your ears:—\n The sweets of love are mix’d with tears.\n\nAsk me why this flower does show\n So yellow-green, and sickly too?\n Ask me why the stalk is weak\n And bending (yet it doth not break)?\n I will answer:—These discover\n What fainting hopes are in a lover.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_254","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"254","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1591-1674"},{"id":"oxford-255","title":"The Funeral Rites of the Rose","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE Rose was sick and smiling died;\n And, being to be sanctified,\n About the bed there sighing stood\n The sweet and flowery sisterhood:\n Some hung the head, while some did bring,\n To wash her, water from the spring;\n Some laid her forth, while others wept,\n But all a solemn fast there kept:\n The holy sisters, some among,\n The sacred dirge and trental sung.\n But ah! what sweets smelt everywhere,\n As Heaven had spent all perfumes there.\n At last, when prayers for the dead\n And rites were all accomplishèd,\n They, weeping, spread a lawny loom,\n And closed her up as in a tomb.","themes":["nature","grief","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_255","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"255","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1591-1674"},{"id":"oxford-256","title":"Cherry-Ripe","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"CHERRY-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,\n Full and fair ones; come and buy.\n If so be you ask me where\n They do grow, I answer: There\n Where my Julia’s lips do smile;\n There’s the land, or cherry-isle,\n Whose plantations fully show\n All the year where cherries grow.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_256","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"256","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1591-1674"},{"id":"oxford-257","title":"A Meditation for his Mistress","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"YOU are a tulip seen to-day,\n But, dearest, of so short a stay\n That where you grew scarce man can say.\n\nYou are a lovely July-flower,\n Yet one rude wind or ruffling shower\n Will force you hence, and in an hour.\n\nYou are a sparkling rose i’ th’ bud,\n Yet lost ere that chaste flesh and blood\n Can show where you or grew or stood.\n\nYou are a full-spread, fair-set vine,\n And can with tendrils love entwine,\n Yet dried ere you distil your wine.\n\nYou are like balm enclosèd well\n In amber or some crystal shell,\n Yet lost ere you transfuse your smell.\n\nYou are a dainty violet,\n Yet withered ere you can be set\n Within the virgin’s coronet.\n\nYou are the queen all flowers among;\n But die you must, fair maid, ere long,\n As he, the maker of this song.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_257","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"257","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1591-1674"},{"id":"oxford-260","title":"The Bracelet: To Julia","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHY I tie about thy wrist,\n Julia, this silken twist;\n For what other reason is’t\n But to show thee how, in part,\n Thou my pretty captive art?\n But thy bond-slave is my heart:\n ’Tis but silk that bindeth thee,\n Knap the thread and thou art free;\n But ’tis otherwise with me:\n —I am bound and fast bound, so\n That from thee I cannot go;\n If I could, I would not so.","themes":["love","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_260","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"260","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1591-1674"},{"id":"oxford-262","title":"The Night-piece: To Julia","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HER eyes the glow-worm lend thee,\n The shooting stars attend thee;\n And the elves also,\n Whose little eyes glow\n Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.\n\nNo Will-o’-the-wisp mislight thee,\n Nor snake or slow-worm bite thee;\n But on, on thy way\n Not making a stay,\n Since ghost there’s none to affright thee.\n\nLet not the dark thee cumber:\n What though the moon does slumber?\n The stars of the night\n Will lend thee their light\n Like tapers clear without number.\n\nThen, Julia, let me woo thee,\n Thus, thus to come unto me;\n And when I shall meet\n Thy silv’ry feet,\n My soul I’ll pour into thee.","themes":["spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_262","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"262","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1591-1674"},{"id":"oxford-263","title":"To Music, to becalm his Fever","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"CHARM me asleep, and melt me so\n With thy delicious numbers,\n That, being ravish’d, hence I go\n Away in easy slumbers.\n Ease my sick head,\n And make my bed,\n Thou power that canst sever\n From me this ill,\n And quickly still,\n Though thou not kill\n My fever.\n\nThou sweetly canst convert the same\n From a consuming fire\n Into a gentle licking flame,\n And make it thus expire.\n Then make me weep\n My pains asleep;\n And give me such reposes\n That I, poor I,\n May think thereby\n I live and die\n ’Mongst roses.\n\nFall on me like the silent dew,\n Or like those maiden showers\n Which, by the peep of day, do strew\n A baptism o’er the flowers.\n Melt, melt my pains\n With thy soft strains;\n That, having ease me given,\n With full delight\n I leave this light,\n And take my flight\n For Heaven.","themes":["nature","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_263","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"263","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1591-1674"},{"id":"oxford-265","title":"To Œnone","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHAT conscience, say, is it in thee,\n When I a heart had one,\n To take away that heart from me,\n And to retain thy own?\n\nFor shame or pity now incline\n To play a loving part;\n Either to send me kindly thine,\n Or give me back my heart.\n\nCovet not both; but if thou dost\n Resolve to part with neither,\n Why, yet to show that thou art just,\n Take me and mine together!","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_265","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"265","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1591-1674"},{"id":"oxford-267","title":"To the Willow-tree","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THOU art to all lost love the best,\n The only true plant found,\n Wherewith young men and maids distrest,\n And left of love, are crown’d.\n\nWhen once the lover’s rose is dead,\n Or laid aside forlorn:\n Then willow-garlands ’bout the head\n Bedew’d with tears are worn.\n\nWhen with neglect, the lovers’ bane,\n Poor maids rewarded be\n For their love lost, their only gain\n Is but a wreath from thee.\n\nAnd underneath thy cooling shade,\n When weary of the light,\n The love-spent youth and love-sick maid\n Come to weep out the night.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_267","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"267","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1591-1674"},{"id":"oxford-268","title":"The Mad Maid’s Song","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"GOOD-morrow to the day so fair,\n Good-morning, sir, to you;\n Good-morrow to mine own torn hair\n Bedabbled with the dew.\n\nGood-morning to this primrose too,\n Good-morrow to each maid\n That will with flowers the tomb bestrew\n Wherein my love is laid.\n\nAh! woe is me, woe, woe is me!\n Alack and well-a-day!\n For pity, sir, find out that bee\n Which bore my love away.\n\nI’ll seek him in your bonnet brave,\n I’ll seek him in your eyes;\n Nay, now I think they’ve made his grave\n I’ th’ bed of strawberries.\n\nI’ll seek him there; I know ere this\n The cold, cold earth doth shake him;\n But I will go, or send a kiss\n By you, sir, to awake him.\n\nPray hurt him not; though he be dead,\n He knows well who do love him,\n And who with green turfs rear his head,\n And who do rudely move him.\n\nHe’s soft and tender (pray take heed);\n With bands of cowslips bind him,\n And bring him home—but ’tis decreed\n That I shall never find him!","themes":["love","nature","hope","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_268","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"268","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1591-1674"},{"id":"oxford-269","title":"Comfort to a Youth that had lost his Love","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHAT needs complaints,\n When she a place\n Has with the race\n Of saints?\n\nIn endless mirth\n She thinks not on\n What’s said or done\n In Earth.\n\nShe sees no tears,\n Or any tone\n Of thy deep groan\n She hears:\n\nNor does she mind\n Or think on’t now\n That ever thou\n Wast kind;\n\nBut changed above,\n She likes not there,\n As she did here,\n Thy love.\n\nForbear therefore,\n And lull asleep\n Thy woes, and weep\n No more.","themes":["love","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_269","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"269","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1591-1674"},{"id":"oxford-270","title":"To Meadows","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"YE have been fresh and green,\n Ye have been fill’d with flowers,\n And ye the walks have been\n Where maids have spent their hours.\n\nYou have beheld how they\n With wicker arks did come\n To kiss and bear away\n The richer cowslips home.\n\nYou’ve heard them sweetly sing,\n And seen them in a round:\n Each virgin like a spring,\n With honeysuckles crown’d.\n\nBut now we see none here\n Whose silv’ry feet did tread\n And with dishevell’d hair\n Adorn’d this smoother mead.\n\nLike unthrifts, having spent\n Your stock and needy grown,\n You’re left here to lament\n Your poor estates, alone.","themes":["love","nature","loneliness","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_270","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"270","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1591-1674"},{"id":"oxford-271","title":"A Child’s Grace","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HERE a little child I stand\n Heaving up my either hand;\n Cold as paddocks though they be,\n Here I lift them up to Thee,\n For a benison to fall\n On our meat and on us all. Amen.","themes":["home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_271","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"271","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1591-1674"},{"id":"oxford-272","title":"Epitaph","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HERE she lies, a pretty bud,\n Lately made of flesh and blood:\n Who as soon fell fast asleep\n As her little eyes did peep.\n Give her strewings, but not stir\n The earth that lightly covers her.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_272","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"272","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1591-1674"},{"id":"oxford-273","title":"Another","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HERE a pretty baby lies\n Sung asleep with lullabies:\n Pray be silent and not stir\n Th’ easy earth that covers her.","themes":["spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_273","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"273","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1591-1674"},{"id":"oxford-274","title":"His Winding-sheet","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"COME thou, who art the wine and wit\n Of all I’ve writ:\n The grace, the glory, and the best\n Piece of the rest.\n Thou art of what I did intend\n The all and end;\n And what was made, was made to meet\n Thee, thee, my sheet.\n Come then and be to my chaste side\n Both bed and bride:\n We two, as reliques left, will have\n One rest, one grave:\n And hugging close, we will not fear\n Lust entering here:\n Where all desires are dead and cold\n As is the mould;\n And all affections are forgot,\n Or trouble not.\n Here, here, the slaves and prisoners be\n From shackles free:\n And weeping widows long oppress’d\n Do here find rest.\n The wrongèd client ends his laws\n Here, and his cause.\n Here those long suits of Chancery lie\n Quiet, or die:\n And all Star-Chamber bills do cease\n Or hold their peace.\n Here needs no Court for our Request\n Where all are best,\n All wise, all equal, and all just\n Alike i’ th’ dust.\n Nor need we here to fear the frown\n Of court or crown:\n Where fortune bears no sway o’er things,\n There all are kings.\n In this securer place we’ll keep\n As lull’d asleep;\n Or for a little time we’ll lie\n As robes laid by;\n To be another day re-worn,\n Turn’d, but not torn:\n Or like old testaments engross’d,\n Lock’d up, not lost.\n And for a while lie here conceal’d,\n To be reveal’d\n Next at the great Platonick year,\n And then meet here.","themes":["grief","time","death","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_274","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"274","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1591-1674"},{"id":"oxford-275","title":"Litany to the Holy Spirit","poet":"Robert Herrick","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IN the hour of my distress,\n When temptations me oppress,\n And when I my sins confess,\n Sweet Spirit, comfort me!\n\nWhen I lie within my bed,\n Sick in heart and sick in head,\n And with doubts discomforted,\n Sweet Spirit, comfort me!\n\nWhen the house doth sigh and weep,\n And the world is drown’d in sleep,\n Yet mine eyes the watch do keep,\n Sweet Spirit, comfort me!\n\nWhen the passing bell doth toll,\n And the Furies in a shoal\n Come to fright a parting soul,\n Sweet Spirit, comfort me!\n\nWhen the tapers now burn blue,\n And the comforters are few,\n And that number more than true,\n Sweet Spirit, comfort me!\n\nWhen the priest his last hath pray’d,\n And I nod to what is said,\n ’Cause my speech is now decay’d,\n Sweet Spirit, comfort me!\n\nWhen, God knows, I’m toss’d about\n Either with despair or doubt;\n Yet before the glass be out,\n Sweet Spirit, comfort me!\n\nWhen the tempter me pursu’th\n With the sins of all my youth,\n And half damns me with untruth,\n Sweet Spirit, comfort me!\n\nWhen the flames and hellish cries\n Fright mine ears and fright mine eyes,\n And all terrors me surprise,\n Sweet Spirit, comfort me!\n\nWhen the Judgment is reveal’d,\n And that open’d which was seal’d,\n When to Thee I have appeal’d,\n Sweet Spirit, comfort me!","themes":["love","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_275","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"275","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1591-1674"},{"id":"oxford-276","title":"A Divine Rapture","poet":"Francis Quarles","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"E’en like two little bank-dividing brooks,\n That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams,\n And having ranged and search’d a thousand nooks,\n Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames,\n Where in a greater current they conjoin:\n So I my Best-belovèd’s am; so He is mine.\n\nE’en so we met; and after long pursuit,\n E’en so we joined; we both became entire;\n No need for either to renew a suit,\n For I was flax, and He was flames of fire:\n Our firm-united souls did more than twine;\n So I my Best-belovèd’s am; so He is mine.\n\nIf all those glittering Monarchs, that command\n The servile quarters of this earthly ball,\n Should tender in exchange their shares of land,\n I would not change my fortunes for them all:\n Their wealth is but a counter to my coin:\n The world’s but theirs; but my Belovèd’s mine.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_276","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"276","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1592-1644"},{"id":"oxford-277","title":"Epigram","poet":"Francis Quarles","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"MY soul, sit thou a patient looker-on;\n Judge not the play before the play is done:\n Her plot hath many changes; every day\n Speaks a new scene; the last act crowns the play.","themes":["spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_277","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"277","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1592-1644"},{"id":"oxford-278","title":"A Contemplation upon Flowers","poet":"Henry King, Bishop Of Chichester","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"BRAVE flowers—that I could gallant it like you,\n And be as little vain!\n You come abroad, and make a harmless show,\n And to your beds of earth again.\n You are not proud: you know your birth:\n For your embroider’d garments are from earth.\n\nYou do obey your months and times, but I\n Would have it ever Spring:\n My fate would know no Winter, never die,\n Nor think of such a thing.\n O that I could my bed of earth but view\n And smile, and look as cheerfully as you!\n\nO teach me to see Death and not to fear,\n But rather to take truce!\n How often have I seen you at a bier,\n And there look fresh and spruce!\n You fragrant flowers! then teach me, that my breath\n Like yours may sweeten and perfume my death.","themes":["nature","hope","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_278","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"278","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1592-1669"},{"id":"oxford-279","title":"A Renunciation","poet":"Henry King, Bishop Of Chichester","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WE, that did nothing study but the way\n To love each other, with which thoughts the day\n Rose with delight to us and with them set,\n Must learn the hateful art, how to forget.\n We, that did nothing wish that Heaven could give\n Beyond ourselves, nor did desire to live\n Beyond that wish, all these now cancel must,\n As if not writ in faith, but words and dust.\n Yet witness those clear vows which lovers make,\n Witness the chaste desires that never brake\n Into unruly heats; witness that breast\n Which in thy bosom anchor’d his whole rest—\n ’Tis no default in us: I dare acquite\n Thy maiden faith, thy purpose fair and white\n As thy pure self. Cross planets did envý\n Us to each other, and Heaven did untie\n Faster than vows could bind. Oh, that the stars,\n When lovers meet, should stand opposed in wars!\n\nSince then some higher Destinies command,\n Let us not strive, nor labour to withstand\n What is past help. The longest date of grief\n Can never yield a hope of our relief:\n Fold back our arms; take home our fruitless loves,\n That must new fortunes try, like turtle-doves\n Dislodgèd from their haunts. We must in tears\n Unwind a love knit up in many years.\n In this last kiss I here surrender thee\n Back to thyself.—So, thou again art free:\n Thou in another, sad as that, resend\n The truest heart that lover e’er did lend.\n Now turn from each: so fare our sever’d hearts\n As the divorced soul from her body parts.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_279","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"279","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1592-1669"},{"id":"oxford-280","title":"Exequy on his Wife","poet":"Henry King, Bishop Of Chichester","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ACCEPT, thou shrine of my dead saint,\n Instead of dirges this complaint;\n And for sweet flowers to crown thy herse\n Receive a strew of weeping verse\n From thy grieved friend, whom thou might’st see\n Quite melted into tears for thee.\n Dear loss! since thy untimely fate,\n My task hath been to meditate\n On thee, on thee! Thou art the book,\n The library whereon I look,\n Tho’ almost blind. For thee, loved clay,\n I languish out, not live, the day....\n Thou hast benighted me; thy set\n This eve of blackness did beget,\n Who wast my day (tho’ overcast\n Before thou hadst thy noontide past):\n And I remember must in tears\n Thou scarce hadst seen so many years\n As day tells hours. By thy clear sun\n My love and fortune first did run;\n But thou wilt never more appear\n Folded within my hemisphere,\n Since both thy light and motion,\n Like a fled star, is fall’n and gone,\n And ’twixt me and my soul’s dear wish\n The earth now interposèd is....\n I could allow thee for a time\n To darken me and my sad clime;\n Were it a month, a year, or ten,\n I would thy exile live till then,\n And all that space my mirth adjourn—\n So thou wouldst promise to return,\n And putting off thy ashy shroud\n At length disperse this sorrow’s cloud.\n But woe is me! the longest date\n Too narrow is to calculate\n These empty hopes: never shall I\n Be so much blest as to descry\n A glimpse of thee, till that day come\n Which shall the earth to cinders doom,\n And a fierce fever must calcine\n The body of this world—like thine,\n My little world! That fit of fire\n Once off, our bodies shall aspire\n To our souls’ bliss: then we shall rise\n And view ourselves with clearer eyes\n In that calm region where no night\n Can hide us from each other’s sight.\n Meantime thou hast her, earth: much good\n May my harm do thee! Since it stood\n With Heaven’s will I might not call\n Her longer mine, I give thee all\n My short-lived right and interest\n In her whom living I loved best.\n Be kind to her, and prithee look\n Thou write into thy Doomsday book\n Each parcel of this rarity\n Which in thy casket shrined doth lie,\n As thou wilt answer Him that lent—\n Not gave—thee my dear monument.\n So close the ground, and ’bout her shade\n Black curtains draw: my bride is laid.\n Sleep on, my Love, in thy cold bed\n Never to be disquieted!\n My last good-night! Thou wilt not wake\n Till I thy fate shall overtake:\n Till age, or grief, or sickness must\n Marry my body to that dust\n It so much loves; and fill the room\n My heart keeps empty in thy tomb.\n Stay for me there: I will not fail\n To meet thee in that hollow vale.\n And think not much of my delay:\n I am already on the way,\n And follow thee with all the speed\n Desire can make, or sorrows breed.\n Each minute is a short degree\n And every hour a step towards thee....\n ’Tis true—with shame and grief I yield—\n Thou, like the van, first took’st the field;\n And gotten hast the victory\n In thus adventuring to die\n Before me, whose more years might crave\n A just precedence in the grave.\n But hark! my pulse, like a soft drum,\n Beats my approach, tells thee I come;\n And slow howe’er my marches be\n I shall at last sit down by thee.\n The thought of this bids me go on\n And wait my dissolution\n With hope and comfort. Dear—forgive\n The crime—I am content to live\n Divided, with but half a heart,\n Till we shall meet and never part.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_280","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"280","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1592-1669"},{"id":"oxford-281","title":"Virtue","poet":"George Herbert","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright!\n The bridal of the earth and sky—\n The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;\n For thou must die.\n\nSweet rose, whose hue angry and brave\n Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye,\n Thy root is ever in its grave,\n And thou must die.\n\nSweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,\n A box where sweets compacted lie,\n My music shows ye have your closes,\n And all must die.\n\nOnly a sweet and virtuous soul,\n Like season’d timber, never gives;\n But though the whole world turn to coal,\n Then chiefly lives.","themes":["nature","hope","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_281","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"281","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1593-1632"},{"id":"oxford-282","title":"Easter","poet":"George Herbert","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I GOT me flowers to straw Thy way,\n I got me boughs off many a tree;\n But Thou wast up by break of day,\n And brought’st Thy sweets along with Thee.\n\nYet though my flowers be lost, they say\n A heart can never come too late;\n Teach it to sing Thy praise this day.\n And then this day my life shall date.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_282","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"282","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1593-1632"},{"id":"oxford-283","title":"Discipline","poet":"George Herbert","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THROW away Thy rod,\n Throw away Thy wrath;\n O my God,\n Take the gentle path!\n\nFor my heart’s desire\n Unto Thine is bent:\n I aspire\n To a full consent.\n\nNot a word or look\n I affect to own,\n But by book,\n And Thy Book alone.\n\nThough I fail, I weep;\n Though I halt in pace,\n Yet I creep\n To the throne of grace.\n\nThen let wrath remove;\n Love will do the deed:\n For with love\n Stony hearts will bleed.\n\nLove is swift of foot;\n Love’s a man of war,\n And can shoot,\n And can hit from far.\n\nWho can ’scape his bow?\n That which wrought on Thee,\n Brought Thee low,\n Needs must work on me.\n\nThrow away Thy rod;\n Though man frailties hath,\n Thou art God:\n Throw away Thy wrath!","themes":["love","grief","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_283","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"283","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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Sweetest Saviour, if my soul\n            Were but worth the having,\n          Quickly should I then control\n            Any thought of waving.\n          But when all my care and pains\n          Cannot give the name of gains\n          To Thy wretch so full of stains,\n          What delight or hope remains?\n\n    Saviour. What, child, is the balance thine,\n               Thine the poise and measure?\n             If I say, ‘Thou shalt be Mine,’\n               Finger not My treasure.\n             What the gains in having thee\n             Do amount to, only He\n             Who for man was sold can see\n             That transferr’d th’ accounts to Me.\n\n    Man. But as I can see no merit\n            Leading to this favour,\n          So the way to fit me for it\n            Is beyond my savour.\n          As the reason, then, is Thine,\n          So the way is none of mine;\n          I disclaim the whole design;\n          Sin disclaims and I resign.\n\n    Saviour. That is all: if that I could\n               Get without repining;\n             And My clay, My creature, would\n               Follow My resigning;\n\nThat as I did freely part\n             With My glory and desert,\n             Left all joys to feel all smart——\n\n    Man. Ah, no more! Thou break’st my heart!","themes":["love","hope","spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_284","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"284","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1593-1632"},{"id":"oxford-286","title":"Love","poet":"George Herbert","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"LOVE bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,\n Guilty of dust and sin.\n But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack\n From my first entrance in,\n Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning\n If I lack’d anything.\n\n‘A guest,’ I answer’d, ‘worthy to be here:’\n Love said, ‘You shall be he.’\n ‘I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,\n I cannot look on Thee.’\n Love took my hand and smiling did reply,\n ‘Who made the eyes but I?’\n\n‘Truth, Lord; but I have marr’d them: let my shame\n Go where it doth deserve.’\n ‘And know you not,’ says Love, ‘Who bore the blame?’\n ‘My dear, then I will serve.’\n ‘You must sit down,’ says Love, ‘and taste my meat.’\n So I did sit and eat.","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_286","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"286","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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What hangs upon\n Thy drooping wings,\n And weighs them down\n With love of gaudy mortal things?\n\nThe Sun is now i’ the east: each shade\n As he doth rise\n Is shorter made,\n That earth may lessen to our eyes.\n\nO be not careless then and play\n Until the Star of Peace\n Hide all his beams in dark recess!\n Poor pilgrims needs must lose their way,\n When all the shadows do increase.","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_287","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"287","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1596-1666"},{"id":"oxford-289","title":"Song","poet":"Thomas Carew","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ASK me no more where Jove bestows,\n When June is past, the fading rose;\n For in your beauty’s orient deep\n These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.\n\nAsk me no more whither do stray\n The golden atoms of the day;\n For in pure love heaven did prepare\n Those powders to enrich your hair.\n\nAsk me no more whither doth haste\n The nightingale when May is past;\n For in your sweet dividing throat\n She winters and keeps warm her note.\n\nAsk me no more where those stars ’light\n That downwards fall in dead of night\n For in your eyes they sit, and there\n Fixèd become as in their sphere.\n\nAsk me no more if east or west\n The Phœnix builds her spicy nest;\n For unto you at last she flies,\n And in your fragrant bosom dies.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_289","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"289","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1595?-1639?"},{"id":"oxford-290","title":"Persuasions to Joy: a Song","poet":"Thomas Carew","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IF the quick spirits in your eye\n Now languish and anon must die;\n If every sweet and every grace\n Must fly from that forsaken face;\n Then, Celia, let us reap our joys\n Ere Time such goodly fruit destroys.\n\nOr if that golden fleece must grow.\n For ever free from agèd snow;\n If those bright suns must know no shade,\n Nor your fresh beauties ever fade;\n Then fear not, Celia, to bestow\n What, still being gather’d, still must grow.\n\nThus either Time his sickle brings\n In vain, or else in vain his wings.","themes":["time","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_290","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"290","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1595?-1639?"},{"id":"oxford-291","title":"To His Inconstant Mistress","poet":"Thomas Carew","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHEN thou, poor Excommunicate\n From all the joys of Love, shalt see\n The full reward and glorious fate\n Which my strong faith shall purchase me,\n Then curse thine own inconstancy!\n\nA fairer hand than thine shall cure\n That heart which thy false oaths did wound;\n And to my soul a soul more pure\n Than thine shall by Love’s hand be bound,\n And both with equal glory crown’d.\n\nThen shalt thou weep, entreat, complain\n To Love, as I did once to thee;\n When all thy tears shall be as vain\n As mine were then: for thou shalt be\n Damn’d for thy false apostasy.","themes":["love","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_291","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"291","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1595?-1639?"},{"id":"oxford-293","title":"Ingrateful Beauty threatened","poet":"Thomas Carew","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"KNOW, Celia, since thou art so proud,\n ’Twas I that gave thee thy renown.\n Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd\n Of common beauties lived unknown,\n Had not my verse extoll’d thy name,\n And with it imp’d the wings of Fame.\n\nThat killing power is none of thine;\n I gave it to thy voice and eyes;\n Thy sweets, thy graces, all are mine;\n Thou art my star, shin’st in my skies;\n Then dart not from thy borrow’d sphere\n Lightning on him that fix’d thee there.\n\nTEMPT me with such affrights no more,\n Lest what I made I uncreate;\n Let fools thy mystic form adore,\n I know thee in thy mortal state.\n Wise poets, that wrapt Truth in tales,\n Knew her themselves through all her veils.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_293","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"293","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1595?-1639?"},{"id":"oxford-294","title":"Epitaph","poet":"Thomas Carew","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE Lady Mary Villiers lies\n Under this stone; with weeping eyes\n The parents that first gave her birth,\n And their sad friends, laid her in earth.\n If any of them, Reader, were\n Known unto thee, shed a tear;\n Or if thyself possess a gem\n As dear to thee, as this to them,\n Though a stranger to this place,\n Bewail in theirs thine own hard case:\n For thou perhaps at thy return\n May’st find thy Darling in an urn.","themes":["love","grief","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_294","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"294","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1595?-1639?"},{"id":"oxford-295","title":"Another","poet":"Thomas Carew","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THIS little vault, this narrow room,\n Of Love and Beauty is the tomb;\n The dawning beam, that ’gan to clear\n Our clouded sky, lies darkened here,\n For ever set to us: by Death\n Sent to enflame the World Beneath,\n ’Twas but a bud, yet did contain\n More sweetness than shall spring again;\n A budding Star, that might have grown\n Into a Sun when it had blown.\n This hopeful Beauty did create\n New life in Love’s declining state;\n But now his empire ends, and we\n From fire and wounding darts are free;\n His brand, his bow, let no man fear:\n The flames, the arrows, all lie here.","themes":["love","nature","hope","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_295","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"295","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1595?-1639?"},{"id":"oxford-296","title":"Time","poet":"Jasper Mayne","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"TIME is the feather’d thing,\n And, whilst I praise\n The sparklings of thy looks and call them rays,\n Takes wing,\n Leaving behind him as he flies\n An unperceivèd dimness in thine eyes.\n His minutes, whilst they’re told,\n Do make us old;\n And every sand of his fleet glass,\n Increasing age as it doth pass,\n Insensibly sows wrinkles there\n Where flowers and roses do appear.\n Whilst we do speak, our fire\n Doth into ice expire,\n Flames turn to frost;\n And ere we can\n Know how our crow turns swan,\n Or how a silver snow\n Springs there where jet did grow,\n Our fading spring is in dull winter lost.\n Since then the Night hath hurl’d\n Darkness, Love’s shade,\n Over its enemy the Day, and made\n The world\n Just such a blind and shapeless thing\n As ’twas before light did from darkness spring,\n Let us employ its treasure\n And make shade pleasure:\n Let’s number out the hours by blisses,\n And count the minutes by our kisses;\n Let the heavens new motions feel\n And by our embraces wheel;\n And whilst we try the way\n By which Love doth convey\n Soul unto soul,\n And mingling so\n Makes them such raptures know\n As makes them entrancèd lie\n In mutual ecstasy,\n Let the harmonious spheres in music roll!","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_296","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"296","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1604-1672"},{"id":"oxford-297","title":"To Roses in the Bosom of Castara","poet":"William Habington","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"YE blushing virgins happy are\n In the chaste nunnery of her breasts—\n For he’d profane so chaste a fair,\n Whoe’er should call them Cupid’s nests.\n\nTransplanted thus how bright ye grow!\n How rich a perfume do ye yield!\n In some close garden cowslips so\n Are sweeter than i’ th’ open field.\n\nIn those white cloisters live secure\n From the rude blasts of wanton breath!—\n Each hour more innocent and pure,\n Till you shall wither into death.\n\nThen that which living gave you room,\n Your glorious sepulchre shall be.\n There wants no marble for a tomb\n Whose breast hath marble been to me.","themes":["death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_297","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"297","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1605-1654"},{"id":"oxford-298","title":"Nox Nocti Indicat Scientiam","poet":"William Habington","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHEN I survey the bright\n Celestial sphere;\n So rich with jewels hung, that Night\n Doth like an Ethiop bride appear:\n\nMy soul her wings doth spread\n And heavenward flies,\n Th’ Almighty’s mysteries to read\n In the large volumes of the skies.\n\nFor the bright firmament\n Shoots forth no flame\n So silent, but is eloquent\n In speaking the Creator’s name.\n\nNo unregarded star\n Contracts its light\n Into so small a character,\n Removed far from our human sight,\n\nBut if we steadfast look\n We shall discern\n In it, as in some holy book,\n How man may heavenly knowledge learn.\n\nIt tells the conqueror\n That far-stretch’d power,\n Which his proud dangers traffic for,\n Is but the triumph of an hour:\n\nThat from the farthest North,\n Some nation may,\n Yet undiscover’d, issue forth,\n And o’er his new-got conquest sway:\n\nSome nation yet shut in\n With hills of ice\n May be let out to scourge his sin,\n Till they shall equal him in vice.\n\nAnd then they likewise shall\n Their ruin have;\n For as yourselves your empires fall,\n And every kingdom hath a grave.\n\nThus those celestial fires,\n Though seeming mute,\n The fallacy of our desires\n And all the pride of life confute:—\n\nFor they have watch’d since first\n The World had birth:\n And found sin in itself accurst,\n And nothing permanent on Earth.","themes":["spirituality","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_298","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"298","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1605-1654"},{"id":"oxford-299","title":"A Devout Lover","poet":"Thomas Randolph","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I HAVE a mistress, for perfections rare\n In every eye, but in my thoughts most fair.\n Like tapers on the altar shine her eyes;\n Her breath is the perfume of sacrifice;\n And wheresoever my fancy would begin,\n Still her perfection lets religion in.\n We sit and talk, and kiss away the hours\n As chastely as the morning dews kiss flowers:\n I touch her, like my beads, with devout care,\n And come unto my courtship as my prayer.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_299","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"299","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1605-1635"},{"id":"oxford-300","title":"An Ode to Master Anthony Stafford","poet":"Thomas Randolph","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"COME, spur away,\n I have no patience for a longer stay,\n But must go down\n And leave the chargeable noise of this great town:\n I will the country see,\n Where old simplicity,\n Though hid in gray,\n Doth look more gay\n Than foppery in plush and scarlet clad.\n Farewell, you city wits, that are\n Almost at civil war—\n ’Tis time that I grow wise, when all the world grows mad.\n\nMore of my days\n I will not spend to gain an idiot’s praise;\n Or to make sport\n For some slight Puisne of the Inns of Court.\n Then, worthy Stafford, say,\n How shall we spend the day?\n With what delights\n Shorten the nights?\n When from this tumult we are got secure,\n Where mirth with all her freedom goes,\n Yet shall no finger lose;\n Where every word is thought, and every thought is pure?\n\nThere from the tree\n We’ll cherries pluck, and pick the strawberry;\n And every day\n Go see the wholesome country girls make hay,\n Whose brown hath lovelier grace\n Than any painted face\n That I do know\n Hyde Park can show:\n Where I had rather gain a kiss than meet\n (Though some of them in greater state\n Might court my love with plate)\n The beauties of the Cheap, and wives of Lombard Street.\n\nBut think upon\n Some other pleasures: these to me are none.\n Why do I prate\n Of women, that are things against my fate!\n I never mean to wed\n That torture to my bed:\n My Muse is she\n My love shall be.\n Let clowns get wealth and heirs: when I am gone\n And that great bugbear, grisly Death,\n Shall take this idle breath,\n If I a poem leave, that poem is my son.\n\nOf this no more!\n We’ll rather taste the bright Pomona’s store.\n No fruit shall ’scape\n Our palates, from the damson to the grape.\n Then, full, we’ll seek a shade,\n And hear what music’s made;\n How Philomel\n Her tale doth tell,\n And how the other birds do fill the quire;\n The thrush and blackbird lend their throats,\n Warbling melodious notes;\n We will all sports enjoy which others but desire.\n\nOurs is the sky,\n Where at what fowl we please our hawk shall fly:\n Nor will we spare\n To hunt the crafty fox or timorous hare;\n But let our hounds run loose\n In any ground they’ll choose;\n The buck shall fall,\n The stag, and all.\n Our pleasures must from their own warrants be,\n For to my Muse, if not to me,\n I’m sure all game is free:\n Heaven, earth, are all but parts of her great royalty.\n\nAnd when we mean\n To taste of Bacchus’ blessings now and then,\n And drink by stealth\n A cup or two to noble Barkley’s health,\n I’ll take my pipe and try\n The Phrygian melody;\n Which he that hears,\n Lets through his ears\n A madness to distemper all the brain:\n Then I another pipe will take\n And Doric music make,\n To civilize with graver notes our wits again.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_300","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"300","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1605-1635"},{"id":"oxford-301","title":"Aubade","poet":"Sir William Davenant","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE lark now leaves his wat’ry nest,\n And climbing shakes his dewy wings.\n He takes this window for the East,\n And to implore your light he sings—\n Awake, awake! the morn will never rise\n Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes.\n\nThe merchant bows unto the seaman’s star,\n The ploughman from the sun his season takes;\n But still the lover wonders what they are\n Who look for day before his mistress wakes.\n Awake, awake! break thro’ your veils of lawn!\n Then draw your curtains, and begin the dawn!","themes":["love","hope"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_301","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"301","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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Your beauty, ripe and calm and fresh\n              As eastern summers are,\n            Must now, forsaking time and flesh,\n              Add light to some small star.\n\n    Philosopher. Whilst she yet lives, were stars decay’d,\n                    Their light by hers relief might find;\n                  But Death will lead her to a shade\n                    Where Love is cold and Beauty blind.\n\n    Lover. Lovers, whose priests all poets are,\n              Think every mistress, when she dies,\n            Is changed at least into a star:\n              And who dares doubt the poets wise?\n\n    Philosopher. But ask not bodies doom’d to die\n                    To what abode they go;\n                  Since Knowledge is but Sorrow’s spy,\n                    It is not safe to know.","themes":["love","grief","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_302","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"302","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1606-1668"},{"id":"oxford-303","title":"Praise and Prayer","poet":"Sir William Davenant","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"PRAISE is devotion fit for mighty minds,\n The diff’ring world’s agreeing sacrifice;\n Where Heaven divided faiths united finds:\n But Prayer in various discord upward flies.\n\nFor Prayer the ocean is where diversely\n Men steer their course, each to a sev’ral coast;\n Where all our interests so discordant be\n That half beg winds by which the rest are lost.\n\nBy Penitence when we ourselves forsake,\n ’Tis but in wise design on piteous Heaven;\n In Praise we nobly give what God may take,\n And are, without a beggar’s blush, forgiven.","themes":["spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_303","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"303","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1606-1668"},{"id":"oxford-306","title":"Old Age","poet":"Edmund Waller","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"The seas are quiet when the winds give o’er;\n     So calm are we when passions are no more.\n     For then we know how vain it was to boast\n     Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost.\n     Clouds of affection from our younger eyes\n     Conceal that emptiness which age descries.\n\nThe soul’s dark cottage, batter’d and decay’d,\n     Lets in new light through chinks that Time hath made:\n     Stronger by weakness, wiser men become\n     As they draw near to their eternal home.\n     Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view\n     That stand upon the threshold of the new.","themes":["time","spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_306","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"306","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1606-1687"},{"id":"oxford-307","title":"Hymn on the Morning of Christ’s Nativity","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IT was the Winter wilde,\n While the Heav’n-born-childe,\n All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies;\n Nature in aw to him\n Had doff’t her gawdy trim,\n With her great Master so to sympathize:\n It was no season then for her\n To wanton with the Sun her lusty Paramour.\n\nOnly with speeches fair\n She woo’s the gentle Air\n To hide her guilty front with innocent Snow,\n And on her naked shame,\n Pollute with sinfull blame,\n The Saintly Vail of Maiden white to throw,\n Confounded, that her Makers eyes\n Should look so neer upon her foul deformities.\n\nBut he her fears to cease,\n Sent down the meek-eyd Peace,\n She crown’d with Olive green, came softly sliding\n Down through the turning sphear\n His ready Harbinger,\n With Turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing,\n And waving wide her mirtle wand,\n She strikes a universall Peace through Sea and Land.\n\nNo War, or Battails sound\n Was heard the World around,\n The idle spear and shield were high up hung;\n The hookèd Chariot stood\n Unstain’d with hostile blood,\n The Trumpet spake not to the armèd throng,\n And Kings sate still with awfull eye,\n As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.\n\nBut peacefull was the night\n Wherin the Prince of light\n His raign of peace upon the earth began:\n The Windes with wonder whist,\n Smoothly the waters kist,\n Whispering new joyes to the milde Ocean,\n Who now hath quite forgot to rave,\n While Birds of Calm sit brooding on the charmèd wave.\n\nThe Stars with deep amaze\n Stand fixt in stedfast gaze,\n Bending one way their pretious influence,\n And will not take their flight,\n For all the morning light,\n Or Lucifer that often warn’d them thence;\n But in their glimmering Orbs did glow,\n Untill their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.\n\nAnd though the shady gloom\n Had given day her room,\n The Sun himself with-held his wonted speed,\n And hid his head for shame,\n As his inferiour flame,\n The new enlightn’d world no more should need;\n He saw a greater Sun appear\n Then his bright Throne, or burning Axletree could bear.\n\nThe Shepherds on the Lawn,\n Or ere the point of dawn,\n Sate simply chatting in a rustick row;\n Full little thought they than,\n That the mighty Pan\n Was kindly com to live with them below;\n Perhaps their loves, or els their sheep,\n Was all that did their silly thoughts so busie keep.\n\nWhen such musick sweet\n Their hearts and ears did greet,\n As never was by mortall finger strook,\n Divinely-warbled voice\n Answering the stringèd noise,\n As all their souls in blisfull rapture took\n The Air such pleasure loth to lose,\n With thousand echo’s still prolongs each heav’nly close.\n\nNature that heard such sound\n Beneath the hollow round\n Of Cynthia’s seat, the Airy region thrilling,\n Now was almost won\n To think her part was don,\n And that her raign had here its last fulfilling;\n She knew such harmony alone\n Could hold all Heav’n and Earth in happier union.\n\nAt last surrounds their sight\n A Globe of circular light,\n That with long beams the shame-fac’t night array’d,\n The helmèd Cherubim\n And sworded Seraphim,\n Are seen in glittering ranks with wings displaid,\n Harping in loud and solemn quire,\n With unexpressive notes to Heav’ns new-born Heir.\n\nSuch musick (as ’tis said)\n Before was never made,\n But when of old the sons of morning sung,\n While the Creator Great\n His constellations set,\n And the well-ballanc’t world on hinges hung,\n And cast the dark foundations deep,\n And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keep.\n\nRing out ye Crystall sphears,\n Once bless our human ears,\n (If ye have power to touch our senses so)\n And let your silver chime\n Move in melodious time;\n And let the Base of Heav’ns deep Organ blow\n And with your ninefold harmony\n Make up full consort to th’Angelike symphony.\n\nFor if such holy Song\n Enwrap our fancy long,\n Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold,\n And speckl’d vanity\n Will sicken soon and die,\n And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould,\n And Hell it self will pass away,\n And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.\n\nYea Truth, and Justice then\n Will down return to men,\n Th’enameld Arras of the Rain-bow wearing,\n And Mercy set between,\n Thron’d in Celestiall sheen,\n With radiant feet the tissued clouds down stearing,\n And Heav’n as at som festivall,\n Will open wide the Gates of her high Palace Hall.\n\nBut wisest Fate sayes no,\n This must not yet be so,\n The Babe lies yet in smiling Infancy,\n That on the bitter cross\n Must redeem our loss;\n So both himself and us to glorifie:\n Yet first to those ychain’d in sleep,\n The wakefull trump of doom must thunder through the deep,\n\nWith such a horrid clang\n As on mount Sinai rang\n While the red fire, and smouldring clouds out brake:\n The agèd Earth agast\n With terrour of that blast,\n Shall from the surface to the center shake;\n When at the worlds last session,\n The dreadfull Judge in middle Air shall spread his throne.\n\nAnd then at last our bliss\n Full and perfect is,\n But now begins; for from this happy day\n Th’old Dragon under ground\n In straiter limits bound,\n Not half so far casts his usurpèd sway,\n And wrath to see his Kingdom fail,\n Swindges the scaly Horrour of his foulded tail.\n\nThe Oracles are dumm,\n No voice or hideous humm\n Runs through the archèd roof in words deceiving.\n Apollo from his shrine\n Can no more divine,\n With hollow shreik the steep of Delphos leaving.\n No nightly trance, or breathèd spell,\n Inspire’s the pale-ey’d Priest from the prophetic cell.\n\nThe lonely mountains o’re,\n And the resounding shore,\n A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament;\n From haunted spring, and dale\n Edg’d with poplar pale,\n The parting Genius is with sighing sent,\n With flowre-inwov’n tresses torn\n The Nimphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.\n\nIn consecrated Earth,\n And on the holy Hearth,\n The Lars, and Lemures moan with midnight plaint,\n In Urns, and Altars round,\n A drear, and dying sound\n Affrights the Flamins at their service quaint;\n And the chill Marble seems to sweat,\n While each peculiar power forgoes his wonted seat.\n\nPeor, and Baalim,\n Forsake their Temples dim,\n With that twise-batter’d god of Palestine,\n And moonèd Ashtaroth,\n Heav’ns Queen and Mother both,\n Now sits not girt with Tapers holy shine,\n The Libyc Hammon shrinks his horn,\n In vain the Tyrian Maids their wounded Thamuz mourn.\n\nAnd sullen Moloch fled,\n Hath left in shadows dred,\n His burning Idol all of blackest hue,\n In vain with Cymbals ring,\n They call the grisly king,\n In dismall dance about the furnace blue;\n The brutish gods of Nile as fast,\n Isis and Orus, and the Dog Anubis hast.\n\nNor is Osiris seen\n In Memphian Grove, or Green,\n Trampling the unshowr’d Grasse with lowings loud:\n Nor can he be at rest\n Within his sacred chest,\n Naught but profoundest Hell can be his shroud,\n In vain with Timbrel’d Anthems dark\n The sable-stolèd Sorcerers bear his worshipt Ark.\n\nHe feels from Juda’s Land\n The dredded Infants hand,\n The rayes of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn;\n Nor all the gods beside,\n Longer dare abide,\n Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine:\n Our Babe to shew his Godhead true,\n Can in his swadling bands controul the damnèd crew,\n So when the Sun in bed,\n Curtain’d with cloudy red,\n Pillows his chin upon an Orient wave,\n The flocking shadows pale,\n Troop to th’infernall jail,\n Each fetter’d Ghost slips to his severall grave,\n And the yellow-skirted Fayes,\n Fly after the Night-steeds, leaving their Moon-lov’d maze.\n\nBut see the Virgin blest,\n Hath laid her Babe to rest.\n Time is our tedious Song should here have ending,\n Heav’ns youngest teemèd Star,\n Hath fixt her polisht Car,\n Her sleeping Lord with Handmaid Lamp attending:\n And all about the Courtly Stable,\n Bright-harnest Angels sit in order serviceable.","themes":["nature","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_307","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"307","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1608-1674"},{"id":"oxford-308","title":"On Time","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"FLY envious Time, till thou run out thy race,\n Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,\n Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace;\n And glut thy self with what thy womb devours,\n Which is no more then what is false and vain,\n And meerly mortal dross;\n So little is our loss,\n So little is thy gain.\n For when as each thing bad thou hast entomb’d,\n And last of all, thy greedy self consum’d,\n Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss\n With an individual kiss;\n And Joy shall overtake us as a flood,\n When every thing that is sincerely good\n And perfectly divine,\n With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shine\n About the supreme Throne\n Of him, t’whose happy-making sight alone,\n When once our heav’nly-guided soul shall clime,\n Then all this Earthy grosnes quit,\n Attir’d with Stars, we shall for ever sit,\n Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O Time.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_308","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"308","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1608-1674"},{"id":"oxford-309","title":"At a Solemn Musick","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"BLEST pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav’ns joy,\n Sphear-born harmonious Sisters, Voice, and Vers,\n Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employ\n Dead things with inbreath’d sense able to pierce,\n And to our high-rais’d phantasie present,\n That undisturbèd Song of pure content,\n Ay sung before the saphire-colour’d throne\n To him that sits theron\n With Saintly shout, and solemn Jubily,\n Where the bright Seraphim in burning row\n Their loud up-lifted Angel trumpets blow,\n And the Cherubick host in thousand quires\n Touch their immortal Harps of golden wires,\n With those just Spirits that wear victorious Palms,\n Hymns devout and holy Psalms\n Singing everlastingly;\n That we on Earth with undiscording voice\n May rightly answer that melodious noise;\n As once we did, till disproportion’d sin\n Jarr’d against natures chime, and with harsh din\n Broke the fair musick that all creatures made\n To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway’d\n In perfect Diapason, whilst they stood\n In first obedience, and their state of good.\n O may we soon again renew that Song,\n And keep in tune with Heav’n, till God ere long\n To his celestial consort us unite,\n To live with him, and sing in endles morn of light.","themes":["love","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_309","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"309","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1608-1674"},{"id":"oxford-310","title":"L’Allegro","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HENCE loathèd Melancholy\n Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born,\n In Stygian Cave forlorn\n ’Mongst horrid shapes, and shreiks, and sights unholy.\n Find out som uncouth cell,\n Where brooding darknes spreads his jealous wings,\n And the night-Raven sings;\n There, under Ebon shades, and low-brow’d Rocks,\n As ragged as thy Locks,\n In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.\n But com thou Goddes fair and free,\n In Heav’n ycleap’d Euphrosyne,\n And by men, heart-easing Mirth,\n Whom lovely Venus, at a birth\n With two sister Graces more\n To Ivy-crownèd Bacchus bore;\n Or whether (as som Sager sing)\n The frolick Wind that breathes the Spring,\n Zephir with Aurora playing,\n As he met her once a Maying,\n There on Beds of Violets blew,\n And fresh-blown Roses washt in dew,\n Fill’d her with thee a daughter fair,\n So bucksom, blith, and debonair.\n Haste thee nymph, and bring with thee\n Jest and youthful Jollity,\n Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles,\n Nods, and Becks, and Wreathèd Smiles,\n Such as hang on Hebe’s cheek,\n And love to live in dimple sleek;\n Sport that wrincled Care derides,\n And Laughter holding both his sides.\n Com, and trip it as ye go\n On the light fantastick toe,\n And in thy right hand lead with thee,\n The Mountain Nymph, sweet Liberty;\n And if I give thee honour due,\n Mirth, admit me of thy crue\n To live with her, and live with thee,\n In unreprovèd pleasures free;\n To hear the Lark begin his flight,\n And singing startle the dull night,\n From his watch-towre in the skies,\n Till the dappled dawn doth rise;\n Then to com in spight of sorrow,\n And at my window bid good morrow,\n Through the Sweet-Briar, or the Vine,\n Or the twisted Eglantine.\n While the Cock with lively din,\n Scatters the rear of darknes thin,\n And to the stack, or the Barn dore,\n Stoutly struts his Dames before,\n Oft listening how the Hounds and horn\n Chearly rouse the slumbring morn,\n From the side of som Hoar Hill,\n Through the high wood echoing shrill.\n Som time walking not unseen\n By Hedge-row Elms, on Hillocks green,\n Right against the Eastern gate,\n Wher the great Sun begins his state,\n Rob’d in flames, and Amber light,\n The clouds in thousand Liveries dight.\n While the Plowman neer at hand,\n Whistles ore the Furrow’d Land,\n And the Milkmaid singeth blithe,\n And the Mower whets his sithe,\n And every Shepherd tells his tale\n Under the Hawthorn in the dale.\n Streit mine eye hath caught new pleasures\n Whilst the Lantskip round it measures,\n Russet Lawns, and Fallows Gray,\n Where the nibling flocks do stray,\n Mountains on whose barren brest\n The labouring clouds do often rest:\n Meadows trim with Daisies pide,\n Shallow Brooks, and Rivers wide.\n Towers, and Battlements it sees\n Boosom’d high in tufted Trees,\n Wher perhaps som beauty lies,\n The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes.\n Hard by, a Cottage chimney smokes,\n From betwixt two agèd Okes,\n Where Corydon and Thyrsis met,\n Are at their savory dinner set\n Of Hearbs, and other Country Messes,\n Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses;\n And then in haste her Bowre she leaves,\n With Thestylis to bind the Sheaves;\n Or if the earlier season lead\n To the tann’d Haycock in the Mead,\n Som times with secure delight\n The up-land Hamlets will invite,\n When the merry Bells ring round,\n And the jocond rebecks sound\n To many a youth, and many a maid,\n Dancing in the Chequer’d shade;\n And young and old com forth to play\n On a Sunshine Holyday,\n Till the live-long day-light fail,\n Then to the Spicy Nut-brown Ale,\n With stones told of many a feat,\n How Faery Mab the junkets eat,\n She was pincht, and pull’d she sed,\n And he by Friars Lanthorn led\n Tells how the drudging Goblin swet,\n To ern his Cream-bowle duly set,\n When in one night, ere glimps of morn,\n His shadowy Flale hath thresh’d the Corn\n That ten day-labourers could not end,\n Then lies him down the Lubbar Fend,\n And stretch’d out all the Chimney’s length,\n Basks at the fire his hairy strength;\n And Crop-full out of dores he flings,\n Ere the first Cock his Mattin rings.\n Thus don the Tales, to bed they creep,\n By whispering Windes soon lull’d asleep.\n Towred Cities please us then,\n And the busie humm of men,\n Where throngs of Knights and Barons bold,\n In weeds of Peace high triumphs hold,\n With store of Ladies, whose bright eies\n Rain influence, and judge the prise\n Of Wit, or Arms, while both contend\n To win her Grace, whom all commend.\n There let Hymen oft appear\n In Saffron robe, with Taper clear,\n And pomp, and feast, and revelry,\n With mask, and antique Pageantry,\n Such sights as youthfull Poets dream\n On Summer eeves by haunted stream.\n Then to the well-trod stage anon,\n If Jonsons learnèd Sock be on,\n Or sweetest Shakespear fancies childe,\n Warble his native Wood-notes wilde,\n And ever against eating Cares,\n Lap me in soft Lydian Aires,\n Married to immortal verse\n Such as the meeting soul may pierce\n In notes, with many a winding bout\n Of linckèd sweetnes long drawn out,\n With wanton heed, and giddy cunning,\n The melting voice through mazes running;\n Untwisting all the chains that ty\n The hidden soul of harmony.\n That Orpheus self may heave his head\n From golden slumber on a bed\n Of heapt Elysian flowres, and hear\n Such streins as would have won the ear\n Of Pluto, to have quite set free\n His half regain’d Eurydice.\n These delights, if thou canst give,\n Mirth with thee, I mean to live.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_310","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1608-1674"},{"id":"oxford-311","title":"Il Penseroso","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HENCE vain deluding joyes,\n The brood of folly without father bred,\n How little you bested,\n Or fill the fixèd mind with all your toyes;\n Dwell in som idle brain,\n And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess,\n As thick and numberless\n As the gay motes that people the Sun Beams,\n Or likest hovering dreams\n The fickle Pensioners of Morpheus train.\n But hail thou Goddes, sage and holy,\n Hail divinest Melancholy,\n Whose Saintly visage is too bright\n To hit the Sense of human sight;\n And therfore to our weaker view,\n Ore laid with black staid Wisdoms hue.\n Black, but such as in esteem,\n Prince Memnons sister might beseem,\n Or that Starr’d Ethiope Queen that strove\n To set her beauties praise above\n The Sea Nymphs, and their powers offended.\n Yet thou art higher far descended,\n Thee bright-hair’d Vesta long of yore,\n To solitary Saturn bore;\n His daughter she (in Saturns raign,\n Such mixture was not held a stain)\n Oft in glimmering Bowres, and glades\n He met her, and in secret shades\n Of woody Ida’s inmost grove,\n Whilst yet there was no fear of Jove.\n Com pensive Nun, devout and pure,\n Sober, stedfast, and demure,\n All in a robe of darkest grain,\n Flowing with majestick train,\n And sable stole of Cipres Lawn,\n Over thy decent shoulders drawn.\n Com, but keep thy wonted state,\n With eev’n step, and musing gate,\n And looks commercing with the skies,\n Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes:\n There held in holy passion still,\n Forget thy self to Marble, till\n With a sad Leaden downward cast,\n Thou fix them on the earth as fast.\n And joyn with thee calm Peace, and Quiet,\n Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet,\n And hears the Muses in a ring,\n Ay round about Joves Altar sing.\n And adde to these retirèd Leasure,\n That in trim Gardens takes his pleasure;\n But first, and chiefest, with thee bring,\n Him that yon soars on golden wing,\n Guiding the fiery-wheelèd throne,\n The Cherub Contemplation,\n And the mute Silence hist along,\n ’Less Philomel will daign a Song,\n In her sweetest, saddest plight,\n Smoothing the rugged brow of night,\n While Cynthia checks her Dragon yoke,\n Gently o’re th’accustom’d Oke;\n Sweet Bird that shunn’st the noise of folly,\n Most musicall, most melancholy!\n Thee Chauntress oft the Woods among,\n I woo to hear thy eeven-Song;\n And missing thee, I walk unseen\n On the dry smooth-shaven Green,\n To behold the wandring Moon,\n Riding neer her highest noon,\n Like one that had bin led astray\n Through the Heav’ns wide pathles way;\n And oft, as if her head she bow’d,\n Stooping through a fleecy cloud.\n Oft on a Plat of rising ground,\n I hear the far-off Curfeu sound\n Over som wide-water’d shoar,\n Swinging slow with sullen roar;\n Or if the Ayr will not permit,\n Som still removèd place will fit.\n Where glowing Embers through the room\n Teach light to counterfeit a gloom,\n Far from all resort of mirth,\n Save the Cricket on the hearth,\n Or the Belmans drousie charm,\n To bless the dores from nightly harm:\n Or let my Lamp at midnight hour,\n Be seen in som high lonely Towr,\n Where I may oft out-watch the Bear,\n With thrice great Hermes, or unsphear\n The spirit of Plato to unfold\n What Worlds, or what vast Regions hold\n The immortal mind that hath forsook\n Her mansion in this fleshly nook:\n And of those Dæmons that are found\n In fire, air, flood, or under ground,\n Whose power hath a true consent\n With Planet, or with Element.\n Som time let Gorgeous Tragedy\n In Scepter’d Pall com sweeping by,\n Presenting Thebs, or Pelops line,\n Or the tale of Troy divine.\n Or what (though rare) of later age,\n Ennoblèd hath the Buskind stage.\n But, O sad Virgin, that thy power\n Might raise Musæeus from his bower\n Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing\n Such notes as warbled to the string,\n Drew Iron tears down Pluto’s cheek,\n And made Hell grant what Love did seek.\n Or call up him that left half told\n The story of Cambuscan bold,\n Of Camball, and of Algarsife,\n And who had Canace to wife,\n That own’d the vertuous Ring and Glass,\n And of the wondrous Hors of Brass,\n On which the Tartar King did ride;\n And if ought els, great Bards beside,\n In sage and solemn tunes have sung,\n Of Turneys and of Trophies hung;\n Of Forests, and inchantments drear,\n Where more is meant then meets the ear.\n Thus night oft see me in thy pale career,\n Till civil-suited Morn appeer,\n Not trickt and frounc’t as she was wont,\n With the Attick Boy to hunt,\n But Cherchef’t in a comly Cloud,\n While rocking Winds are Piping loud,\n Or usher’d with a shower still,\n When the gust hath blown his fill,\n Ending on the russling Leaves,\n With minute drops from off the Eaves.\n And when the Sun begins to fling\n His flaring beams, me Goddes bring\n To archèd walks of twilight groves,\n And shadows brown that Sylvan loves,\n Of Pine, or monumental Oake,\n Where the rude Ax with heavèd stroke,\n Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt,\n Or fright them from their hallow’d haunt.\n There in close covert by som Brook,\n Where no profaner eye may look,\n Hide me from Day’s garish eie,\n While the Bee with Honied thie,\n That at her flowry work doth sing,\n And the Waters murmuring\n With such consort as they keep,\n Entice the dewy-feather’d Sleep;\n And let som strange mysterious dream,\n Wave at his Wings in Airy stream,\n Of lively portrature display’d,\n Softly on my eye-lids laid.\n And as I wake, sweet musick breath\n Above, about, or underneath,\n Sent by som spirit to mortals good,\n Or th’unseen Genius of the Wood.\n But let my due feet never fail,\n To walk the studious Cloysters pale,\n And love the high embowèd Roof,\n With antick Pillars massy proof,\n And storied Windows richly dight,\n Casting a dimm religious light.\n There let the pealing Organ blow,\n To the full voic’d Quire below,\n In Service high, and Anthems cleer,\n As may with sweetnes, through mine ear,\n Dissolve me into extasies,\n And bring all Heav’n before mine eyes.\n And may at last my weary age\n Find out the peacefull hermitage,\n The Hairy Gown and Mossy Cell,\n Where I may sit and rightly spell\n Of every Star that Heav’n doth shew,\n And every Herb that sips the dew;\n Till old experience do attain\n To somthing like Prophetic strain.\n These pleasures Melancholy give,\n And I with thee will choose to live.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_311","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"311","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1608-1674"},{"id":"oxford-312","title":"From ‘Arcades’","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O’re the smooth enameld green\n Where no print of step hath been,\n Follow me as I sing,\n And touch the warbled string.\n Under the shady roof\n Of branching Elm Star-proof,\n Follow me,\n I will bring you where she sits\n Clad in splendor as befits\n Her deity.\n Such a rural Queen\n All Arcadia hath not seen.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_312","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"312","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1608-1674"},{"id":"oxford-313","title":"THE Star that bids the Shepherd fold,","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"i\n\nTHE Star that bids the Shepherd fold,\n Now the top of Heav’n doth hold,\n And the gilded Car of Day,\n His glowing Axle doth allay\n In the steep Atlantick stream,\n And the slope Sun his upward beam\n Shoots against the dusky Pole,\n Pacing toward the other gole\n Of his Chamber in the East.\n Mean while welcom Joy, and Feast,\n Midnight shout, and revelry,\n Tipsie dance, and Jollity.\n Braid your Locks with rosie Twine\n Dropping odours, dropping Wine.\n Rigor now is gon to bed,\n And Advice with scrupulous head,\n Strict Age, and sowre Severity,\n With their grave Saws in slumber ly.\n We that are of purer fire\n Imitate the Starry Quire,\n Who in their nightly watchfull Sphears,\n Lead in swift round the Months and Years.\n The Sounds, and Seas with all their finny drove\n Now to the Moon in wavering Morrice move,\n And on the Tawny Sands and Shelves,\n Trip the pert Fairies and the dapper Elves;\n By dimpled Brook, and Fountain brim,\n The Wood-Nymphs deckt with Daisies trim,\n Their merry wakes and pastimes keep:\n What hath night to do with sleep?\n Night hath better sweets to prove,\n Venus now wakes, and wak’ns Love....\n Com, knit hands, and beat the ground,\n In a light fantastick round.","themes":["love","time","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_313","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"313","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1608-1674"},{"id":"oxford-314","title":"ii Echo","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SWEET Echo, sweetest Nymph that liv’st unseen\n Within thy airy shell\n By slow Meander’s margent green,\n And in the violet imbroider’d vale\n Where the love-lorn Nightingale\n Nightly to thee her sad Song mourneth well.\n Canst thou not tell me of a gentle Pair\n That likest thy Narcissus are?\n O if thou have\n Hid them in som flowry Cave,\n Tell me but where\n Sweet Queen of Parly, Daughter of the Sphear!\n So maist thou be translated to the skies,\n And give resounding grace to all Heav’ns Harmonies?","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_314","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"314","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1608-1674"},{"id":"oxford-315","title":"iii Sabrina","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SABRINA fair\n Listen where thou art sitting\n Under the glassie, cool, translucent wave,\n In twisted braids of Lillies knitting\n The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair,\n Listen for dear honour’s sake,\n Goddess of the silver lake,\n Listen and save!\n\nListen and appear to us,\n In name of great Oceanus,\n By the earth-shaking Neptune’s mace,\n And Tethys grave majestick pace,\n By hoary Nereus wrincled look,\n And the Carpathian wisards hook,\n By scaly Tritons winding shell,\n And old sooth-saying Glaucus spell,\n By Leucothea’s lovely hands,\n And her son that rules the strands,\n By Thetis tinsel-slipper’d feet,\n And the Songs of Sirens sweet,\n By dead Parthenope’s dear tomb,\n And fair Ligea’s golden comb,\n Wherwith she sits on diamond rocks\n Sleeking her soft alluring locks,\n By all the Nymphs that nightly dance\n Upon thy streams with wily glance,\n Rise, rise, and heave thy rosie head\n From thy coral-pav’n bed,\n And bridle in thy headlong wave,\n Till thou our summons answered have.\n Listen and save!\n\nBY the rushy-fringèd bank,\n Where grows the Willow and the Osier dank,\n My sliding Chariot stayes,\n Thick set with Agat, and the azurn sheen\n Of Turkis blew, and Emrauld green\n That in the channell strayes,\n Whilst from off the waters fleet\n Thus I set my printless feet\n O’re the Cowslips Velvet head,\n That bends not as I tread,\n Gentle swain at thy request\n I am here.","themes":["love","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_315","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"315","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1608-1674"},{"id":"oxford-316","title":"iv The Spirit epiloguizes:","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"TO the Ocean now I fly,\n And those happy climes that ly\n Where day never shuts his eye,\n Up in the broad fields of the sky:\n There I suck the liquid ayr\n All amidst the Gardens fair\n Of Hesperus, and his daughters three\n That sing about the golden tree:\n Along the crispèd shades and bowres\n Revels the spruce and jocond Spring,\n The Graces, and the rosie-boosom’d Howres,\n Thither all their bounties bring,\n That there eternal Summer dwels,\n And West winds, with musky wing\n About the cedar’n alleys fling\n Nard, and Cassia’s balmy smels.\n Iris there with humid bow,\n Waters the odorous banks that blow\n Flowers of more mingled hew\n Than her purfl’d scarf can shew,\n And drenches with Elysian dew\n (List mortals, if your ears be true)\n Beds of Hyacinth, and roses\n Where young Adonis oft reposes,\n Waxing well of his deep wound\n In slumber soft, and on the ground\n Sadly sits th’ Assyrian Queen;\n But far above in spangled sheen\n Celestial Cupid her fam’d son advanc’t,\n Holds his dear Psyche sweet intranc’t\n After her wandring labours long,\n Till free consent the gods among\n Make her his eternal Bride,\n And from her fair unspotted side\n Two blissful twins are to be born,\n Youth and Joy; so Jove hath sworn.\n But now my task is smoothly don,\n I can fly, or I can run\n Quickly to the green earths end,\n Where the bow’d welkin slow doth bend,\n And from thence can soar as soon\n To the corners of the Moon.\n Mortals that would follow me,\n Love vertue, she alone is free.\n She can teach ye how to clime\n Higher then the Spheary chime;\n Or if Vertue feeble were,\n Heav’n it self would stoop to her.","themes":["love","nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_316","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"316","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1608-1674"},{"id":"oxford-317","title":"Lycidas","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"YET once more, O ye Laurels, and once more\n Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never-sear,\n I com to pluck your Berries harsh and crude,\n And with forc’d fingers rude,\n Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.\n Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear,\n Compels me to disturb your season due:\n For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime\n Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer:\n Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew\n Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.\n He must not flote upon his watry bear\n Unwept, and welter to the parching wind,\n Without the meed of som melodious tear.\n Begin, then, Sisters of the sacred well,\n That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring,\n Begin, and somwhat loudly sweep the string.\n Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse,\n So may som gentle Muse\n With lucky words favour my destin’d Urn,\n And as he passes turn,\n And bid fair peace be to my sable shrowd.\n For we were nurst upon the self-same hill,\n Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade, and rill.\n Together both, ere the high Lawns appear’d\n Under the opening eye-lids of the morn,\n We drove a field, and both together heard\n What time the Gray-fly winds her sultry horn,\n Batt’ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night,\n Oft till the Star that rose, at Ev’ning, bright\n Toward Heav’ns descent had slop’d his westering wheel.\n Mean while the Rural ditties were not mute,\n Temper’d to th’Oaten Flute;\n Rough Satyrs danc’d, and Fauns with clov’n heel,\n From the glad sound would not be absent long,\n And old Damætas lov’d to hear our song\n But O the heavy change, now thou art gon,\n Now thou art gon, and never must return!\n Thee Shepherd, thee the Woods, and desert Caves,\n With wilde Thyme and the gadding Vine o’regrown,\n And all their echoes mourn.\n The Willows, and the Hazle Copses green,\n Shall now no more be seen,\n Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft layes.\n As killing as the Canker to the Rose,\n Or Taint-worm to the weanling Herds that graze,\n Or Frost to Flowers, that their gay wardrop wear,\n When first the White thorn blows;\n Such, Lycidas, thy loss to Shepherds ear.\n Where were ye Nymphs when the remorseless deep\n Clos’d o’re the head of your lov’d Lycidas?\n For neither were ye playing on the steep,\n Where your old Bards, the famous Druids ly,\n Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high,\n Nor yet where Deva spreads her wisard stream:\n Ay me, I fondly dream!\n Had ye bin there—for what could that have don?\n What could the Muse her self that Orpheus bore,\n The Muse her self, for her inchanting son\n Whom Universal nature did lament,\n When by the rout that made the hideous roar,\n His goary visage down the stream was sent,\n Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore.\n Alas! what boots it with uncessant care\n To tend the homely slighted Shepherds trade,\n And strictly meditate the thankles Muse,\n Were it not better don as others use,\n To sport with Amaryllis in the shade,\n Or with the tangles of Neæra’s hair?\n Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise\n (That last infirmity of Noble mind)\n To scorn delights, and live laborious dayes;\n But the fair Guerdon when we hope to find,\n And think to burst out into sudden blaze,\n Comes the blind Fury with th’abhorrèd shears,\n And slits the thin spun life. But not the praise,\n Phœbus repli’d, and touch’d my trembling ears;\n Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil,\n Nor in the glistering foil\n Set off to th’world, nor in broad rumour lies,\n But lives and spreds aloft by those pure eyes,\n And perfet witnes of all judging Jove;\n As he pronounces lastly on each deed,\n Of so much fame in Heav’n expect thy meed.\n O fountain Arethuse, and thou honour’d floud,\n Smooth-sliding Mincius, crown’d with vocall reeds,\n That strain I heard was of a higher mood:\n But now my Oate proceeds,\n And listens to the Herald of the Sea\n That came in Neptune’s plea,\n He ask’d the Waves, and ask’d the Fellon winds,\n What hard mishap hath doom’d this gentle swain?\n And question’d every gust of rugged wings\n That blows from off each beakèd Promontory,\n They knew not of his story,\n And sage Hippotades their answer brings,\n That not a blast was from his dungeon stray’d,\n The Ayr was calm, and on the level brine,\n Sleek Panope with all her sisters play’d.\n It was that fatall and perfidious Bark\n Built in th’eclipse, and rigg’d with curses dark,\n That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.\n Next Camus, reverend Sire, went footing slow,\n His Mantle hairy, and his Bonnet sedge,\n Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge\n Like to that sanguine flower inscrib’d with woe.\n Ah; Who hath reft (quoth he) my dearest pledge?\n Last came, and last did go,\n The Pilot of the Galilean lake,\n Two massy Keyes he bore of metals twain,\n (The Golden opes, the Iron shuts amain)\n He shook his Miter’d locks, and stern bespake,\n How well could I have spar’d for thee, young swain,\n Anow of such as for their bellies sake,\n Creep and intrude, and climb into the fold?\n Of other care they little reck’ning make,\n Then how to scramble at the shearers feast,\n And shove away the worthy bidden guest.\n Blind mouthes! that scarce themselves know how to hold\n A Sheep-hook, or have learn’d ought els the least\n That to the faithfull Herdmans art belongs!\n What recks it them? What need they? They are sped;\n And when they list, their lean and flashy songs\n Grate on their scrannel Pipes of wretched straw,\n The hungry Sheep look up, and are not fed,\n But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw,\n Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread:\n Besides what the grim Woolf with privy paw\n Daily devours apace, and nothing sed,\n But that two-handed engine at the door,\n Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.\n Return Alpheus, the dread voice is past,\n That shrunk thy streams; Return Sicilian Muse,\n And call the Vales, and bid them hither cast\n Their Bels, and Flourets of a thousand hues.\n Ye valleys low where the milde whispers use,\n Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks,\n On whose fresh lap the swart Star sparely looks,\n Throw hither all your quaint enameld eyes,\n That on the green terf suck the honied showres,\n And purple all the ground with vernal flowres.\n Bring the rathe Primrose that forsaken dies.\n The tufted Crow-toe, and pale Gessamine,\n The white Pink, and the Pansie freakt with jeat,\n The glowing Violet.\n The Musk-rose, and the well attir’d Woodbine.\n With Cowslips wan that hang the pensive hed,\n And every flower that sad embroidery wears:\n Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed,\n And Daffadillies fill their cups with tears,\n To strew the Laureat Herse where Lycid lies.\n For so to interpose a little ease,\n Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.\n Ay me! Whilst thee the shores, and sounding Seas\n Wash far away, where ere thy bones are hurld,\n Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides,\n Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide\n Visit’st the bottom of the monstrous world;\n Or whether thou to our moist vows deny’d,\n Sleep’st by the fable of Bellerus old,\n Where the great vision of the guarded Mount\n Looks toward Namancos and Bayona’s hold;\n Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth.\n And, O ye Dolphins, waft the haples youth.\n Weep no more, woful Shepherds weep no more,\n For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead,\n Sunk though he be beneath the watry floar,\n So sinks the day-star in the Ocean bed,\n And yet anon repairs his drooping head,\n And tricks his beams, and with new spangled Ore,\n Flames in the forehead of the morning sky:\n So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high,\n Through the dear might of him that walk’d the waves\n Where other groves, and other streams along,\n With Nectar pure his oozy Lock’s he laves,\n And hears the unexpressive nuptiall Song,\n In the blest Kingdoms meek of joy and love.\n There entertain him all the Saints above,\n In solemn troops, and sweet Societies\n That sing, and singing in their glory move,\n And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.\n Now Lycidas the Shepherds weep no more;\n Hence forth thou art the Genius of the shore,\n In thy large recompense, and shalt be good\n To all that wander in that perilous flood.\n Thus sang the uncouth Swain to th’Okes and rills,\n While the still morn went out with Sandals gray,\n He touch’d the tender stops of various Quills,\n With eager thought warbling his Dorick lay:\n And now the Sun had stretch’d out all the hills,\n And now was dropt into the Western bay;\n At last he rose, and twitch’d his Mantle blew:\n To morrow to fresh Woods, and Pastures new.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_317","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"317","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1608-1674"},{"id":"oxford-319","title":"To Mr. Lawrence","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"LAWRENCE of vertuous Father vertuous Son,\n Now that the Fields are dank, and ways are mire,\n Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire\n Help wast a sullen day; what may be won\n From the hard Season gaining: time will run\n On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire\n The frozen earth; and cloth in fresh attire\n The Lillie and Rose, that neither sow’d nor spun.\n What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice,\n Of Attick tast, with Wine, whence we may rise\n To hear the Lute well toucht, or artfull voice\n Warble immortal Notes and Tuskan Ayre?\n He who of those delights can judge, and spare\n To interpose them oft, is not unwise.","themes":["nature","time","death","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_319","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"319","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1608-1674"},{"id":"oxford-321","title":"On His Deceased Wife","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"METHOUGHT I saw my late espousèd Saint\n Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,\n Whom Joves great Son to her glad Husband gave,\n Rescu’d from death by force though pale and faint.\n Mine as whom washt from spot of child-bed taint,\n Purification in the old Law did save,\n And such, as yet once more I trust to have\n Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint,\n Came vested all in white, pure as her mind:\n Her face was vail’d, yet to my fancied sight,\n Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin’d\n So clear, as in no face with more delight.\n But O as to embrace me she enclin’d\n I wak’d, she fled, and day brought back my night.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_321","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"321","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1608-1674"},{"id":"oxford-322","title":"Light","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HAIL holy light, ofspring of Heav’n first-born,\n Or of th’ Eternal Coeternal beam\n May I express thee unblam’d? since God is light,\n And never but in unapproachèd light\n Dwelt from Eternitie, dwelt then in thee,\n Bright effluence of bright essence increate.\n Or hear’st thou rather pure Ethereal stream,\n Whose Fountain who shall tell? before the Sun,\n Before the Heavens thou wert, and at the voice\n Of God, as with a Mantle didst invest\n The rising world of waters dark and deep,\n Won from the void and formless infinite.\n Thee I re-visit now with bolder wing,\n Escap’t the Stygian Pool, though long detain’d\n In that obscure sojourn, while in my flight\n Through utter and through middle darkness borne\n With other notes then to th’ Orphean Lyre\n I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night,\n Taught by the heav’nly Muse to venture down\n The dark descent, and up to reascend,\n Though hard and rare: thee I revisit safe,\n And feel thy sovran vital Lamp; but thou\n Revisit’st not these eyes, that rowle in vain\n To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn;\n So thick a drop serene hath quencht thir Orbs,\n Or dim suffusion veild. Yet not the more\n Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt\n Cleer Spring, or shadie Grove, or Sunnie Hill,\n Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief\n Thee Sion and the flowrie Brooks beneath\n That wash thy hallowd feet, and warbling flow,\n Nightly I visit: nor somtimes forget\n Those other two equal’d with me in Fate,\n So were I equal’d with them in renown.\n Blind Thamyris and blind Mæonides,\n And Tiresias and Phineus Prophets old.\n Then feed on thoughts, that voluntarie move\n Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful Bird\n Sings darkling, and in shadiest Covert hid\n Tunes her nocturnal Note. Thus with the Year\n Seasons return, but not to me returns\n Day, or the sweet approach of Ev’n or Morn,\n Or sight of vernal bloom, or Summers Rose,\n Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;\n But cloud in stead, and ever-during dark\n Surrounds me, from the chearful waies of men\n Cut off, and for the Book of knowledg fair\n Presented with a Universal blanc\n Of Natures works to mee expung’d and ras’d,\n And wisdome at one entrance quite shut out.\n So much the rather thou Celestial light\n Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers\n Irradiate, there plant eyes, all mist from thence\n Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell\n Of things invisible to mortal sight.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_322","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"322","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1608-1674"},{"id":"oxford-323","title":"i","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"OH how comely it is and how reviving\n To the Spirits of just men long opprest!\n When God into the hands of thir deliverer\n Puts invincible might\n To quell the mighty of the Earth, th’ oppressour,\n The brute and boist’rous force of violent men\n Hardy and industrious to support\n Tyrannic power, but raging to pursue\n The righteous and all such as honour Truth;\n He all thir Ammunition\n And feats of War defeats\n With plain Heroic magnitude of mind\n And celestial vigour arm’d,\n Thir Armories and Magazins contemns,\n Renders them useless, while\n With wingèd expedition\n Swift as the lightning glance he executes\n His errand on the wicked, who surpris’d\n Lose thir defence distracted and amaz’d.","themes":["spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_323","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"323","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1608-1674"},{"id":"oxford-324","title":"ii","poet":"John Milton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ALL is best, though we oft doubt,\n What th’ unsearchable dispose\n Of highest wisdom brings about,\n And ever best found in the close.\n Oft he seems to hide his face,\n But unexpectedly returns\n And to his faithful Champion hath in place\n Bore witness gloriously; whence Gaza mourns\n And all that band them to resist\n His uncontroulable intent.\n His servants he with new acquist\n Of true experience from this great event\n With peace and consolation hath dismist,\n And calm of mind all passion spent.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_324","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"324","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1608-1674"},{"id":"oxford-325","title":"A Doubt of Martyrdom","poet":"John Suckling","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O FOR some honest lover’s ghost,\n Some kind unbodied post\n Sent from the shades below!\n I strangely long to know\n Whether the noble chaplets wear\n Those that their mistress’ scorn did bear\n Or those that were used kindly.\n\nFor whatsoe’er they tell us here\n To make those sufferings dear,\n ’Twill there, I fear, be found\n That to the being crown’d\n T’ have loved alone will not suffice,\n Unless we also have been wise\n And have our loves enjoy’d.\n\nWhat posture can we think him in\n That, here unloved, again\n Departs, and ’s thither gone\n Where each sits by his own?\n Or how can that Elysium be\n Where I my mistress still must see\n Circled in other’s arms?\n\nFor there the judges all are just,\n And Sophonisba must\n Be his whom she held dear,\n Not his who loved her here.\n The sweet Philoclea, since she died,\n Lies by her Pirocles his side,\n Not by Amphialus.\n\nSome bays, perchance, or myrtle bough\n For difference crowns the brow\n Of those kind souls that were\n The noble martyrs here:\n And if that be the only odds\n (As who can tell?), ye kinder gods,\n Give me the woman here!","themes":["love","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_325","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"325","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1609-1642"},{"id":"oxford-326","title":"The Constant Lover","poet":"John Suckling","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"OUT upon it, I have loved\n Three whole days together!\n And am like to love three more,\n If it prove fair weather.\n\nTime shall moult away his wings\n Ere he shall discover\n In the whole wide world again\n Such a constant lover.\n\nBut the spite on ’t is, no praise\n Is due at all to me:\n Love with me had made no stays,\n Had it any been but she.\n\nHad it any been but she,\n And that very face,\n There had been at least ere this\n A dozen dozen in her place.","themes":["love","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_326","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"326","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1609-1642"},{"id":"oxford-328","title":"When, Dearest, I but think of Thee","poet":"John Suckling","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHEN, dearest, I but think of thee,\n Methinks all things that lovely be\n Are present, and my soul delighted:\n For beauties that from worth arise\n Are like the grace of deities,\n Still present with us, tho’ unsighted.\n\nThus while I sit and sigh the day\n With all his borrow’d lights away,\n Till night’s black wings do overtake me,\n Thinking on thee, thy beauties then,\n As sudden lights do sleepy men,\n So they by their bright rays awake me.\n\nThus absence dies, and dying proves\n No absence can subsist with loves\n That do partake of fair perfection:\n Since in the darkest night they may\n By love’s quick motion find a way\n To see each other by reflection.\n\nThe waving sea can with each flood\n Bathe some high promont that hath stood\n Far from the main up in the river:\n O think not then but love can do\n As much! for that’s an ocean too,\n Which flows not every day, but ever!","themes":["love","spirituality","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_328","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"328","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1609-1642"},{"id":"oxford-329","title":"A Rose","poet":"Sir Richard Fanshawe","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"BLOWN in the morning, thou shalt fade ere noon.\n What boots a life which in such haste forsakes thee?\n Thou’rt wondrous frolic, being to die so soon,\n And passing proud a little colour makes thee.\n If thee thy brittle beauty so deceives,\n Know then the thing that swells thee is thy bane;\n For the same beauty doth, in bloody leaves,\n The sentence of thy early death contain.\n Some clown’s coarse lungs will poison thy sweet flower,\n If by the careless plough thou shalt be torn;\n And many Herods lie in wait each hour\n To murder thee as soon as thou art born—\n Nay, force thy bud to blow—their tyrant breath\n Anticipating life, to hasten death!","themes":["nature","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_329","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"329","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1608-1666"},{"id":"oxford-330","title":"To Chloe","poet":"William Cartwright","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THERE are two births; the one when light\n First strikes the new awaken’d sense;\n The other when two souls unite,\n And we must count our life from thence:\n When you loved me and I loved you\n Then both of us were born anew.\n\nLove then to us new souls did give\n And in those souls did plant new powers;\n Since when another life we live,\n The breath we breathe is his, not ours:\n Love makes those young whom age doth chill,\n And whom he finds young keeps young still.","themes":["love","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_330","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"330","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1611-1643"},{"id":"oxford-331","title":"Falsehood","poet":"William Cartwright","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"STILL do the stars impart their light\n To those that travel in the night;\n Still time runs on, nor doth the hand\n Or shadow on the dial stand;\n The streams still glide and constant are:\n Only thy mind\n Untrue I find,\n Which carelessly\n Neglects to be\n Like stream or shadow, hand or star.\n\nFool that I am! I do recall\n My words, and swear thou’rt like them all,\n Thou seem’st like stars to nourish fire,\n But O how cold is thy desire!\n And like the hand upon the brass\n Thou point’st at me\n In mockery;\n If I come nigh\n Shade-like thou’lt fly,\n And as the stream with murmur pass.","themes":["time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_331","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"331","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1611-1643"},{"id":"oxford-332","title":"On the Queen’s Return from the Low Countries","poet":"William Cartwright","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HALLOW the threshold, crown the posts anew!\n The day shall have its due.\n Twist all our victories into one bright wreath,\n On which let honour breathe;\n Then throw it round the temples of our Queen!\n ’Tis she that must preserve those glories green.\n\nWhen greater tempests than on sea before\n Received her on the shore;\n When she was shot at ‘for the King’s own good’\n By legions hired to blood;\n How bravely did she do, how bravely bear!\n And show’d, though they durst rage, she durst not fear.\n\nCourage was cast about her like a dress\n Of solemn comeliness:\n A gathered mind and an untroubled face\n Did give her dangers grace:\n Thus, arm’d with innocence, secure they move\n Whose highest ‘treason’ is but highest love.","themes":["love","hope"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_332","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"332","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1611-1643"},{"id":"oxford-333","title":"On a Virtuous Young Gentlewoman that died suddenly","poet":"William Cartwright","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SHE who to Heaven more Heaven doth annex,\n Whose lowest thought was above all our sex,\n Accounted nothing death but t’ be reprieved,\n And died as free from sickness as she lived.\n Others are dragg’d away, or must be driven,\n She only saw her time and stept to Heaven;\n Where seraphims view all her glories o’er,\n As one return’d that had been there before.\n For while she did this lower world adorn,\n Her body seem’d rather assumed than born;\n So rarified, advanced, so pure and whole,\n That body might have been another’s soul;\n And equally a miracle it were\n That she could die, or that she could live here.","themes":["time","spirituality","death","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_333","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"333","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1611-1643"},{"id":"oxford-334","title":"I’ll never love Thee more","poet":"James Graham, Marquis Of Montrose","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"MY dear and only Love, I pray\n That little world of thee\n Be govern’d by no other sway\n Than purest monarchy;\n For if confusion have a part\n (Which virtuous souls abhor),\n And hold a synod in thine heart,\n I’ll never love thee more.\n\nLike Alexander I will reign,\n And I will reign alone;\n My thoughts did evermore disdain\n A rival on my throne.\n He either fears his fate too much,\n Or his deserts are small,\n That dares not put it to the touch,\n To gain or lose it all.\n\nAnd in the empire of thine heart,\n Where I should solely be,\n If others do pretend a part\n Or dare to vie with me,\n Or if Committees thou erect,\n And go on such a score,\n I’ll laugh and sing at thy neglect,\n And never love thee more.\n\nBut if thou wilt prove faithful then,\n And constant of thy word,\n I’ll make thee glorious by my pen\n And famous by my sword;\n I’ll serve thee in such noble ways\n Was never heard before;\n I’ll crown and deck thee all with bays,\n And love thee more and more.","themes":["love","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_334","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"334","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1612-1650"},{"id":"oxford-335","title":"Coronemus nos Rosis antequam marcescant","poet":"Thomas Jordan","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"LET us drink and be merry, dance, joke, and rejoice,\n With claret and sherry, theorbo and voice!\n The changeable world to our joy is unjust,\n All treasure’s uncertain,\n Then down with your dust!\n In frolics dispose your pounds, shillings, and pence,\n For we shall be nothing a hundred years hence.\n\nWe’ll sport and be free with Moll, Betty, and Dolly,\n Have oysters and lobsters to cure melancholy:\n Fish-dinners will make a man spring like a flea,\n Dame Venus, love’s lady,\n Was born of the sea;\n With her and with Bacchus we’ll tickle the sense,\n For we shall be past it a hundred years hence.\n\nYour most beautiful bride who with garlands is crown’d\n And kills with each glance as she treads on the ground,\n Whose lightness and brightness doth shine in such splendour\n That none but the stars\n Are thought fit to attend her,\n Though now she be pleasant and sweet to the sense,\n Will be damnable mouldy a hundred years hence.\n\nThen why should we turmoil in cares and in fears,\n Turn all our tranquill’ty to sighs and to tears?\n Let’s eat, drink, and play till the worms do corrupt us,\n ’Tis certain, Post mortem\n Nulla voluptas.\n For health, wealth and beauty, wit, learning and sense,\n Must all come to nothing a hundred years hence.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_335","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"335","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1612?-1685"},{"id":"oxford-336","title":"Wishes to His Supposed Mistress","poet":"Richard Crashaw","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHOE’er she be—\n That not impossible She\n That shall command my heart and me:\n\nWhere’er she lie,\n Lock’d up from mortal eye\n In shady leaves of destiny:\n\nTill that ripe birth\n Of studied Fate stand forth,\n And teach her fair steps to our earth:\n\nTill that divine\n Idea take a shrine\n Of crystal flesh, through which to shine:\n\nMeet you her, my Wishes,\n Bespeak her to my blisses,\n And be ye call’d my absent kisses.\n\nI wish her Beauty,\n That owes not all its duty\n To gaudy tire, or glist’ring shoe-tie:\n\nSomething more than\n Taffeta or tissue can,\n Or rampant feather, or rich fan.\n\nA Face, that’s best\n By its own beauty drest,\n And can alone commend the rest.\n\nA Face, made up\n Out of no other shop\n Than what Nature’s white hand sets ope.\n\nA Cheek, where youth\n And blood, with pen of truth,\n Write what the reader sweetly ru’th.\n\nA Cheek, where grows\n More than a morning rose,\n Which to no box his being owes.\n\nLips, where all day\n A lover’s kiss may play,\n Yet carry nothing thence away.\n\nLooks, that oppress\n Their richest tires, but dress\n And clothe their simplest nakedness.\n\nEyes, that displace\n The neighbour diamond, and outface\n That sunshine by their own sweet grace.\n\nTresses, that wear\n Jewels but to declare\n How much themselves more precious are:\n\nWhose native ray\n Can tame the wanton day\n Of gems that in their bright shades play.\n\nEach ruby there,\n Or pearl that dare appear,\n Be its own blush, be its own tear.\n\nA well-tamed Heart,\n For whose more noble smart\n Love may be long choosing a dart.\n\nEyes, that bestow\n Full quivers on love’s bow,\n Yet pay less arrows than they owe.\n\nSmiles, that can warm\n The blood, yet teach a charm,\n That chastity shall take no harm.\n\nBlushes, that bin\n The burnish of no sin,\n Nor flames of aught too hot within.\n\nJoys, that confess\n Virtue their mistress,\n And have no other head to dress.\n\nFears, fond and slight\n As the coy bride’s, when night\n First does the longing lover right.\n\nDays, that need borrow\n No part of their good-morrow\n From a fore-spent night of sorrow.\n\nDays, that in spite\n Of darkness, by the light\n Of a clear mind, are day all night.\n\nNights, sweet as they,\n Made short by lovers’ play,\n Yet long by th’ absence of the day.\n\nLife, that dares send\n A challenge to his end,\n And when it comes, say, ‘Welcome, friend!’\n\nSydneian showers\n Of sweet discourse, whose powers\n Can crown old Winter’s head with flowers.\n\nSoft silken hours,\n Open suns, shady bowers;\n ’Bove all, nothing within that lowers.\n\nWhate’er delight\n Can make Day’s forehead bright,\n Or give down to the wings of Night.\n\nI wish her store\n Of worth may leave her poor\n Of wishes; and I wish—no more.\n\nNow, if Time knows\n That Her, whose radiant brows\n Weave them a garland of my vows;\n\nHer, whose just bays\n My future hopes can raise,\n A trophy to her present praise;\n\nHer, that dares be\n What these lines wish to see;\n I seek no further, it is She.\n\n’Tis She, and here,\n Lo! I unclothe and clear\n My Wishes’ cloudy character.\n\nMay she enjoy it\n Whose merit dare apply it,\n But modesty dares still deny it!\n\nSuch worth as this is\n Shall fix my flying Wishes,\n And determine them to kisses.\n\nLet her full glory,\n My fancies, fly before ye;\n Be ye my fictions—but her story.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_336","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"336","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1613?-1649"},{"id":"oxford-337","title":"The Weeper","poet":"Richard Crashaw","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HAIL, sister springs,\n Parents of silver-footed rills!\n Ever bubbling things,\n Thawing crystal, snowy hills!\n Still spending, never spent; I mean\n Thy fair eyes, sweet Magdalene.\n\nHeavens thy fair eyes be;\n Heavens of ever-falling stars;\n ’Tis seed-time still with thee,\n And stars thou sow’st whose harvest dares\n Promise the earth to countershine\n Whatever makes Heaven’s forehead fine.\n\nEvery morn from hence\n A brisk cherub something sips\n Whose soft influence\n Adds sweetness to his sweetest lips;\n Then to his music: and his song\n Tastes of this breakfast all day long.\n\nWhen some new bright guest\n Takes up among the stars a room,\n And Heaven will make a feast,\n Angels with their bottles come,\n And draw from these full eyes of thine\n Their Master’s water, their own wine.\n\nThe dew no more will weep\n The primrose’s pale cheek to deck;\n The dew no more will sleep\n Nuzzled in the lily’s neck:\n Much rather would it tremble here,\n And leave them both to be thy tear.\n\nWhen sorrow would be seen\n In her brightest majesty,\n —For she is a Queen—\n Then is she drest by none but thee:\n Then and only then she wears\n Her richest pearls—I mean thy tears.\n\nNot in the evening’s eyes,\n When they red with weeping are\n For the Sun that dies,\n Sits Sorrow with a face so fair.\n Nowhere but here did ever meet\n Sweetness so sad, sadness so sweet.\n\nDoes the night arise?\n Still thy tears do fall and fall.\n Does night lose her eyes?\n Still the fountain weeps for all.\n Let day and night do what they will,\n Thou hast thy task, thou weepest still.\n\nNot So long she lived\n Will thy tomb report of thee;\n But So long she grieved:\n Thus must we date thy memory.\n Others by days, by months, by years,\n Measure their ages, thou by tears.\n\nSay, ye bright brothers,\n The fugitive sons of those fair eyes\n Your fruitful mothers,\n What make you here? What hopes can ’tice\n You to be born? What cause can borrow\n You from those nests of noble sorrow?\n\nWhither away so fast\n For sure the sordid earth\n Your sweetness cannot taste,\n Nor does the dust deserve your birth.\n Sweet, whither haste you then? O say,\n Why you trip so fast away?\n\nWe go not to seek\n The darlings of Aurora’s bed,\n The rose’s modest cheek,\n Nor the violet’s humble head.\n No such thing: we go to meet\n A worthier object—our Lord’s feet.","themes":["nature","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_337","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"337","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. 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To prove the word,\n We’ll now appeal to none of all\n Those thy old soldiers, great and tall,\n Ripe men of martyrdom, that could reach down\n With strong arms their triumphant crown:\n Such as could with lusty breath\n Speak loud, unto the face of death,\n Their great Lord’s glorious name; to none\n Of those whose spacious bosoms spread a throne\n For love at large to fill. Spare blood and sweat:\n We’ll see Him take a private seat,\n And make His mansion in the mild\n And milky soul of a soft child.\n\nScarce has she learnt to lisp a name\n Of martyr, yet she thinks it shame\n Life should so long play with that breath\n Which spent can buy so brave a death.\n She never undertook to know\n What death with love should have to do.\n Nor has she e’er yet understood\n Why, to show love, she should shed blood;\n Yet, though she cannot tell you why,\n She can love, and she can die.\n Scarce has she blood enough to make\n A guilty sword blush for her sake;\n Yet has a heart dares hope to prove\n How much less strong is death than love....\n\nSince ’tis not to be had at home,\n She’ll travel for a martyrdom.\n No home for her, confesses she,\n But where she may a martyr be.\n She’ll to the Moors, and trade with them\n For this unvalued diadem;\n She offers them her dearest breath,\n With Christ’s name in ’t, in change for death:\n She’ll bargain with them, and will give\n Them God, and teach them how to live\n In Him; or, if they this deny,\n For Him she’ll teach them how to die.\n So shall she leave amongst them sown\n Her Lord’s blood, or at least her own.\n\nFarewell then, all the world, adieu!\n Teresa is no more for you.\n Farewell all pleasures, sports, and joys,\n Never till now esteemèd toys!\n\nFarewell whatever dear may be—\n Mother’s arms, or father’s knee!\n Farewell house, and farewell home!\n She’s for the Moors and Martyrdom.\n\nSweet, not so fast; lo! thy fair spouse,\n Whom thou seek’st with so swift vows,\n Calls thee back, and bids thee come\n T’ embrace a milder martyrdom....\n\nO how oft shalt thou complain\n Of a sweet and subtle pain!\n Of intolerable joys!\n Of a death, in which who dies\n Loves his death, and dies again,\n And would for ever so be slain;\n And lives and dies, and knows not why\n To live, but that he still may die!\n How kindly will thy gentle heart\n Kiss the sweetly-killing dart!\n And close in his embraces keep\n Those delicious wounds, that weep\n Balsam, to heal themselves with thus,\n When these thy deaths, so numerous,\n Shall all at once die into one,\n And melt thy soul’s sweet mansion;\n Like a soft lump of incense, hasted\n By too hot a fire, and wasted\n Into perfuming clouds, so fast\n Shalt thou exhale to heaven at last\n In a resolving sigh, and then,—\n O what? Ask not the tongues of men.\n\nAngels cannot tell; suffice,\n Thyself shalt feel thine own full joys,\n And hold them fast for ever there.\n So soon as thou shalt first appear,\n The moon of maiden stars, thy white\n Mistress, attended by such bright\n Souls as thy shining self, shall come,\n And in her first ranks make thee room;\n Where, ’mongst her snowy family,\n Immortal welcomes wait for thee.\n O what delight, when she shall stand\n And teach thy lips heaven, with her hand,\n On which thou now may’st to thy wishes\n Heap up thy consecrated kisses!\n What joy shall seize thy soul, when she,\n Bending her blessèd eyes on thee,\n Those second smiles of heaven, shall dart\n Her mild rays through thy melting heart!\n\nAngels, thy old friends, there shall greet thee.\n Glad at their own home now to meet thee.\n All thy good works which went before,\n And waited for thee at the door,\n Shall own thee there; and all in one\n Weave a constellation\n Of crowns, with which the King, thy spouse,\n Shall build up thy triumphant brows.\n All thy old woes shall now smile on thee,\n And thy pains sit bright upon thee:\n All thy sorrows here shall shine,\n And thy sufferings be divine.\n Tears shall take comfort, and turn gems,\n And wrongs repent to diadems.\n Even thy deaths shall live, and new\n Dress the soul which late they slew.\n Thy wounds shall blush to such bright scars\n As keep account of the Lamb’s wars.\n\nThose rare works, where thou shalt leave writ\n Love’s noble history, with wit\n Taught thee by none but Him, while here\n They feed our souls, shall clothe thine there.\n Each heavenly word by whose hid flame\n Our hard hearts shall strike fire, the same\n Shall flourish on thy brows, and be\n Both fire to us and flame to thee;\n Whose light shall live bright in thy face\n By glory, in our hearts by grace.\n Thou shalt look round about, and see\n Thousands of crown’d souls throng to be\n Themselves thy crown, sons of thy vows,\n The virgin-births with which thy spouse\n Made fruitful thy fair soul; go now,\n And with them all about thee bow\n To Him; put on, He’ll say, put on,\n My rosy Love, that thy rich zone,\n Sparkling with the sacred flames\n Of thousand souls, whose happy names\n Heaven keeps upon thy score: thy bright\n Life brought them first to kiss the light\n That kindled them to stars; and so\n Thou with the Lamb, thy Lord, shalt go.\n And, wheresoever He sets His white\n Steps, walk with Him those ways of light,\n Which who in death would live to see,\n Must learn in life to die like thee.","themes":["love","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_338","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"338","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1613?-1649"},{"id":"oxford-339","title":"Upon the Book and Picture of the Seraphical Saint Teresa","poet":"Richard Crashaw","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O THOU undaunted daughter of desires!\n By all thy dower of lights and fires;\n By all the eagle in thee, all the dove;\n By all thy lives and deaths of love;\n By thy large draughts of intellectual day,\n And by thy thirsts of love more large than they;\n By all thy brim-fill’d bowls of fierce desire,\n By thy last morning’s draught of liquid fire;\n By the full kingdom of that final kiss\n That seized thy parting soul, and seal’d thee His;\n By all the Heav’n thou hast in Him\n (Fair sister of the seraphim!);\n By all of Him we have in thee;\n Leave nothing of myself in me.\n Let me so read thy life, that I\n Unto all life of mine may die!","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_339","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"339","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1613?-1649"},{"id":"oxford-340","title":"Verses from the Shepherds’ Hymn","poet":"Richard Crashaw","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WE saw Thee in Thy balmy nest,\n Young dawn of our eternal day;\n We saw Thine eyes break from the East,\n And chase the trembling shades away:\n We saw Thee, and we blest the sight,\n We saw Thee by Thine own sweet light.\n\nPoor world, said I, what wilt thou do\n To entertain this starry stranger?\n Is this the best thou canst bestow—\n A cold and not too cleanly manger?\n Contend, the powers of heaven and earth,\n To fit a bed for this huge birth.\n\nProud world, said I, cease your contest,\n And let the mighty babe alone;\n The phœnix builds the phœnix’ nest,\n Love’s architecture is His own.\n The babe, whose birth embraves this morn,\n Made His own bed ere He was born.\n\nI saw the curl’d drops, soft and slow,\n Come hovering o’er the place’s head,\n Off’ring their whitest sheets of snow,\n To furnish the fair infant’s bed.\n Forbear, said I, be not too bold;\n Your fleece is white, but ’tis too cold.\n\nI saw th’ obsequious seraphim\n Their rosy fleece of fire bestow,\n For well they now can spare their wings,\n Since Heaven itself lies here below.\n Well done, said I; but are you sure\n Your down, so warm, will pass for pure?\n\nNo, no, your King’s not yet to seek\n Where to repose His royal head;\n See, see how soon His new-bloom’d cheek\n ’Twixt mother’s breasts is gone to bed!\n Sweet choice, said we; no way but so,\n Not to lie cold, yet sleep in snow\n\nShe sings Thy tears asleep, and dips\n Her kisses in Thy weeping eye;\n She spreads the red leaves of Thy lips,\n That in their buds yet blushing lie.\n She ’gainst those mother diamonds tries\n The points of her young eagle’s eyes.\n\nWelcome—tho’ not to those gay flies,\n Gilded i’ th’ beams of earthly kings,\n Slippery souls in smiling eyes—\n But to poor shepherds, homespun things,\n Whose wealth’s their flocks, whose wit’s to be\n Well read in their simplicity.\n\nYet, when young April’s husband show’rs\n Shall bless the fruitful Maia’s bed,\n We’ll bring the first-born of her flowers,\n To kiss Thy feet and crown Thy head.\n To Thee, dread Lamb! whose love must keep\n The shepherds while they feed their sheep.\n\nTo Thee, meek Majesty, soft King\n Of simple graces and sweet loves!\n Each of us his lamb will bring,\n Each his pair of silver doves!\n At last, in fire of Thy fair eyes,\n Ourselves become our own best sacrifice!","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_340","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"340","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1613?-1649"},{"id":"oxford-341","title":"Christ Crucified","poet":"Richard Crashaw","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THY restless feet now cannot go\n For us and our eternal good,\n As they were ever wont. What though\n They swim, alas! in their own flood?\n\nThy hands to give Thou canst not lift,\n Yet will Thy hand still giving be;\n It gives, but O, itself’s the gift!\n It gives tho’ bound, tho’ bound ’tis free!","themes":["freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_341","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"341","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1613?-1649"},{"id":"oxford-342","title":"An Epitaph upon Husband and Wife","poet":"Richard Crashaw","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"TO these whom death again did wed\n This grave’s the second marriage-bed.\n For though the hand of Fate could force\n ’Twixt soul and body a divorce,\n It could not sever man and wife,\n Because they both lived but one life.\n Peace, good reader, do not weep;\n Peace, the lovers are asleep.\n They, sweet turtles, folded lie\n In the last knot that love could tie.\n Let them sleep, let them sleep on,\n Till the stormy night be gone,\n And the eternal morrow dawn;\n Then the curtains will be drawn,\n And they wake into a light\n Whose day shall never die in night.","themes":["love","hope","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_342","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"342","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1613?-1649"},{"id":"oxford-344","title":"To Lucasta, going beyond the Seas","poet":"Richard Lovelace","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IF to be absent were to be\n Away from thee;\n Or that when I am gone\n You or I were alone;\n Then, my Lucasta, might I crave\n Pity from blustering wind or swallowing wave.\n\nBut I’ll not sigh one blast or gale\n To swell my sail,\n Or pay a tear to ’suage\n The foaming blue god’s rage;\n For whether he will let me pass\n Or no, I’m still as happy as I was.\n\nThough seas and land betwixt us both,\n Our faith and troth,\n Like separated souls,\n All time and space controls:\n Above the highest sphere we meet\n Unseen, unknown; and greet as Angels greet.\n\nSo then we do anticipate\n Our after-fate,\n And are alive i’ the skies,\n If thus our lips and eyes\n Can speak like spirits unconfined\n In Heaven, their earthy bodies left behind.","themes":["time","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_344","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"344","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1618-1658"},{"id":"oxford-345","title":"Gratiana Dancing","poet":"Richard Lovelace","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SHE beat the happy pavèment—\n By such a star made firmament,\n Which now no more the roof envìes!\n But swells up high, with Atlas even,\n Bearing the brighter nobler heaven,\n And, in her, all the deities.\n\nEach step trod out a Lover’s thought,\n And the ambitious hopes he brought\n Chain’d to her brave feet with such arts,\n Such sweet command and gentle awe,\n As, when she ceased, we sighing saw\n The floor lay paved with broken hearts.","themes":["love","hope","spirituality","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_345","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"345","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1618-1658"},{"id":"oxford-346","title":"To Amarantha, that she would dishevel her Hair","poet":"Richard Lovelace","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"AMARANTHA sweet and fair,\n Ah, braid no more that shining hair!\n As my curious hand or eye\n Hovering round thee, let it fly!\n\nLet it fly as unconfined\n As its calm ravisher the wind,\n Who hath left his darling, th’ East,\n To wanton o’er that spicy nest.\n\nEvery tress must be confest,\n But neatly tangled at the best;\n Like a clew of golden thread\n Most excellently ravellèd.\n\nDo not then wind up that light\n In ribbands, and o’ercloud in night,\n Like the Sun in’s early ray;\n But shake your head, and scatter day!","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_346","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"346","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1618-1658"},{"id":"oxford-347","title":"The Grasshopper","poet":"Richard Lovelace","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O THOU that swing’st upon the waving hair\n Of some well-fillèd oaten beard,\n Drunk every night with a delicious tear\n Dropt thee from heaven, where thou wert rear’d!\n\nThe joys of earth and air are thine entire,\n That with thy feet and wings dost hop and fly;\n And when thy poppy works, thou dost retire\n To thy carved acorn-bed to lie.\n\nUp with the day, the Sun thou welcom’st then,\n Sport’st in the gilt plaits of his beams,\n And all these merry days mak’st merry men,\n Thyself, and melancholy streams.","themes":["spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_347","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"347","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1618-1658"},{"id":"oxford-348","title":"To Althea, from Prison","poet":"Richard Lovelace","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHEN Love with unconfinèd wings\n Hovers within my gates,\n And my divine Althea brings\n To whisper at the grates;\n When I lie tangled in her hair\n And fetter’d to her eye,\n The birds that wanton in the air\n Know no such liberty.\n\nWhen flowing cups run swiftly round\n With no allaying Thames,\n Our careless heads with roses bound,\n Our hearts with loyal flames;\n When thirsty grief in wine we steep,\n When healths and draughts go free—\n Fishes that tipple in the deep\n Know no such liberty.\n\nWhen, like committed linnets, I\n With shriller throat shall sing\n The sweetness, mercy, majesty,\n And glories of my King;\n When I shall voice aloud how good\n He is, how great should be,\n Enlargèd winds, that curl the flood,\n Know no such liberty.\n\nStone walls do not a prison make,\n Nor iron bars a cage;\n Minds innocent and quiet take\n That for an hermitage;\n If I have freedom in my love\n And in my soul am free,\n Angels alone, that soar above,\n Enjoy such liberty.","themes":["love","nature","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_348","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"348","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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Drinking","poet":"Abraham Cowley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE thirsty earth soaks up the rain,\n And drinks and gapes for drink again;\n The plants suck in the earth, and are\n With constant drinking fresh and fair;\n The sea itself (which one would think\n Should have but little need of drink)\n Drinks twice ten thousand rivers up,\n So fill’d that they o’erflow the cup.\n The busy Sun (and one would guess\n By ’s drunken fiery face no less)\n Drinks up the sea, and when he’s done,\n The Moon and Stars drink up the Sun:\n They drink and dance by their own light,\n They drink and revel all the night:\n Nothing in Nature’s sober found,\n But an eternal health goes round.\n Fill up the bowl, then, fill it high.\n Fill all the glasses there—for why\n Should every creature drink but I?\n Why, man of morals, tell me why?","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_349","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"349","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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The Epicure","poet":"Abraham Cowley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"UNDERNEATH this myrtle shade,\n On flowery beds supinely laid,\n With odorous oils my head o’erflowing,\n And around it roses growing,\n What should I do but drink away\n The heat and troubles of the day?\n In this more than kingly state\n Love himself on me shall wait.\n Fill to me, Love! nay, fill it up!\n And mingled cast into the cup\n Wit and mirth and noble fires,\n Vigorous health and gay desires.\n The wheel of life no less will stay\n In a smooth than rugged way:\n Since it equally doth flee,\n Let the motion pleasant be.\n Why do we precious ointments shower?—\n Nobler wines why do we pour?—\n Beauteous flowers why do we spread\n Upon the monuments of the dead?\n Nothing they but dust can show,\n Or bones that hasten to be so.\n Crown me with roses while I live,\n Now your wines and ointments give:\n After death I nothing crave,\n Let me alive my pleasures have:\n All are Stoics in the grave.","themes":["love","nature","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_350","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"350","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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The Swallow","poet":"Abraham Cowley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"FOOLISH prater, what dost thou\n So early at my window do?\n Cruel bird, thou’st ta’en away\n A dream out of my arms to-day;\n A dream that ne’er must equall’d be\n By all that waking eyes may see.\n Thou this damage to repair\n Nothing half so sweet and fair,\n Nothing half so good, canst bring,\n Tho’ men say thou bring’st the Spring.","themes":["nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_351","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"351","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1618-1667"},{"id":"oxford-352","title":"On the Death of Mr. William Hervey","poet":"Abraham Cowley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IT was a dismal and a fearful night:\n Scarce could the Morn drive on th’ unwilling Light,\n When Sleep, Death’s image, left my troubled breast\n By something liker Death possest.\n My eyes with tears did uncommanded flow,\n And on my soul hung the dull weight\n Of some intolerable fate.\n What bell was that? Ah me! too much I know!\n\nMy sweet companion and my gentle peer,\n Why hast thou left me thus unkindly here,\n Thy end for ever and my life to moan?\n O, thou hast left me all alone!\n Thy soul and body, when death’s agony\n Besieged around thy noble heart,\n Did not with more reluctance part\n Than I, my dearest Friend, do part from thee.\n\nMy dearest Friend, would I had died for thee!\n Life and this world henceforth will tedious be:\n Nor shall I know hereafter what to do\n If once my griefs prove tedious too.\n Silent and sad I walk about all day,\n As sullen ghosts stalk speechless by\n Where their hid treasures lie;\n Alas! my treasure’s gone; why do I stay?\n\nSay, for you saw us, ye immortal lights,\n How oft unwearied have we spent the nights,\n Till the Ledæan stars, so famed for love,\n Wonder’d at us from above!\n We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine;\n But search of deep Philosophy,\n Wit, Eloquence, and Poetry—\n Arts which I loved, for they, my Friend, were thine.\n\nYe fields of Cambridge, our dear Cambridge, say\n Have ye not seen us walking every day?\n Was there a tree about which did not know\n The love betwixt us two?\n Henceforth, ye gentle trees, for ever fade;\n Or your sad branches thicker join\n And into darksome shades combine,\n Dark as the grave wherein my Friend is laid!\n\nLarge was his soul: as large a soul as e’er\n Submitted to inform a body here;\n High as the place ’twas shortly in Heaven to have,\n But low and humble as his grave.\n So high that all the virtues there did come,\n As to their chiefest seat\n Conspicuous and great;\n So low, that for me too it made a room.\n\nKnowledge he only sought, and so soon caught\n As if for him Knowledge had rather sought;\n Nor did more learning ever crowded lie\n In such a short mortality.\n Whene’er the skilful youth discoursed or writ,\n Still did the notions throng\n About his eloquent tongue;\n Nor could his ink flow faster than his wit.\n\nHis mirth was the pure spirits of various wit,\n Yet never did his God or friends forget;\n And when deep talk and wisdom came in view,\n Retired, and gave to them their due.\n For the rich help of books he always took,\n Though his own searching mind before\n Was so with notions written o’er,\n As if wise Nature had made that her book.\n\nWith as much zeal, devotion, piety,\n He always lived, as other saints do die.\n Still with his soul severe account he kept,\n Weeping all debts out ere he slept.\n Then down in peace and innocence he lay,\n Like the Sun’s laborious light,\n Which still in water sets at night,\n Unsullied with his journey of the day.\n\nBut happy Thou, ta’en from this frantic age,\n Where ignorance and hypocrisy does rage!\n A fitter time for Heaven no soul e’er chose—\n The place now only free from those.\n There ’mong the blest thou dost for ever shine;\n And wheresoe’er thou casts thy view\n Upon that white and radiant crew,\n See’st not a soul clothed with more light than thine.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_352","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"352","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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I now do plainly see\n This busy world and I shall ne’er agree.\n The very honey of all earthly joy\n Does of all meats the soonest cloy;\n And they, methinks, deserve my pity\n Who for it can endure the stings,\n The crowd and buzz and murmurings,\n Of this great hive, the city.\n\nAh, yet, ere I descend to the grave\n May I a small house and large garden have;\n And a few friends, and many books, both true,\n Both wise, and both delightful too!\n And since love ne’er will from me flee,\n A Mistress moderately fair,\n And good as guardian angels are,\n Only beloved and loving me.\n\nO fountains! when in you shall I\n Myself eased of unpeaceful thoughts espy?\n O fields! O woods! when, when shall I be made\n The happy tenant of your shade?\n Here’s the spring-head of Pleasure’s flood:\n Here’s wealthy Nature’s treasury,\n Where all the riches lie that she\n Has coin’d and stamp’d for good.\n\nPride and ambition here\n Only in far-fetch’d metaphors appear;\n Here nought but winds can hurtful murmurs scatter,\n And nought but Echo flatter.\n The gods, when they descended, hither\n From heaven did always choose their way:\n And therefore we may boldly say\n That ’tis the way too thither.\n\nHow happy here should I\n And one dear She live, and embracing die!\n She who is all the world, and can exclude\n In deserts solitude.\n I should have then this only fear:\n Lest men, when they my pleasures see,\n Should hither throng to live like me,\n And so make a city here.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_353","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"353","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1618-1667"},{"id":"oxford-354","title":"The Resolve","poet":"Alexander Brome","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"TELL me not of a face that’s fair,\n Nor lip and cheek that’s red,\n Nor of the tresses of her hair,\n Nor curls in order laid,\n Nor of a rare seraphic voice\n That like an angel sings;\n Though if I were to take my choice\n I would have all these things:\n But if that thou wilt have me love,\n And it must be a she,\n The only argument can move\n Is that she will love me.\n\nThe glories of your ladies be\n But metaphors of things,\n And but resemble what we see\n Each common object brings.\n Roses out-red their lips and cheeks,\n Lilies their whiteness stain;\n What fool is he that shadows seeks\n And may the substance gain?\n Then if thou’lt have me love a lass,\n Let it be one that’s kind:\n Else I’m a servant to the glass\n That’s with Canary lined.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_354","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"354","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1620-1666"},{"id":"oxford-356","title":"A Garden","poet":"Andrew Marvell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SEE how the flowers, as at parade,\n Under their colours stand display’d:\n Each regiment in order grows,\n That of the tulip, pink, and rose.\n But when the vigilant patrol\n Of stars walks round about the pole,\n Their leaves, that to the stalks are curl’d,\n Seem to their staves the ensigns furl’d.\n Then in some flower’s belovèd hut\n Each bee, as sentinel, is shut,\n And sleeps so too; but if once stirr’d,\n She runs you through, nor asks the word.\n O thou, that dear and happy Isle,\n The garden of the world erewhile,\n Thou Paradise of the four seas\n Which Heaven planted us to please,\n But, to exclude the world, did guard\n With wat’ry if not flaming sword;\n What luckless apple did we taste\n To make us mortal and thee waste!\n Unhappy! shall we never more\n That sweet militia restore,\n When gardens only had their towers,\n And all the garrisons were flowers;\n When roses only arms might bear,\n And men did rosy garlands wear?","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_356","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"356","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1621-1678"},{"id":"oxford-357","title":"To His Coy Mistress","poet":"Andrew Marvell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HAD we but world enough, and time,\n This coyness, Lady, were no crime\n We would sit down and think which way\n To walk and pass our long love’s day.\n Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side\n Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide\n Of Humber would complain. I would\n Love you ten years before the Flood,\n And you should, if you please, refuse\n Till the conversion of the Jews.\n My vegetable love should grow\n Vaster than empires, and more slow;\n An hundred years should go to praise\n Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;\n Two hundred to adore each breast,\n But thirty thousand to the rest;\n An age at least to every part,\n And the last age should show your heart.\n For, Lady, you deserve this state,\n Nor would I love at lower rate.\n But at my back I always hear\n Time’s winged chariot hurrying near;\n And yonder all before us lie\n Deserts of vast eternity.\n Thy beauty shall no more be found,\n Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound\n My echoing song: then worms shall try\n That long preserved virginity,\n And your quaint honour turn to dust,\n And into ashes all my lust:\n The grave’s a fine and private place,\n But none, I think, do there embrace.\n Now therefore, while the youthful hue\n Sits on thy skin like morning dew,\n And while thy willing soul transpires\n At every pore with instant fires,\n Now let us sport us while we may,\n And now, like amorous birds of prey,\n Rather at once our time devour\n Than languish in his slow-chapt power.\n Let us roll all our strength and all\n Our sweetness up into one ball,\n And tear our pleasures with rough strife\n Thorough the iron gates of life:\n Thus, though we cannot make our sun\n Stand still, yet we will make him run.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_357","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"357","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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C. in a Prospect of Flowers","poet":"Andrew Marvell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SEE with what simplicity\n This nymph begins her golden days!\n In the green grass she loves to lie,\n And there with her fair aspect tames\n The wilder flowers, and gives them names;\n But only with the roses plays,\n And them does tell\n What colour best becomes them, and what smell.\n\nWho can foretell for what high cause\n This darling of the gods was born?\n Yet this is she whose chaster laws\n The wanton Love shall one day fear,\n And, under her command severe,\n See his bow broke and ensigns torn.\n Happy who can\n Appease this virtuous enemy of man!\n\nO then let me in time compound\n And parley with those conquering eyes,\n Ere they have tried their force to wound;\n Ere with their glancing wheels they drive\n In triumph over hearts that strive,\n And them that yield but more despise:\n Let me be laid,\n Where I may see the glories from some shade.\n\nMeantime, whilst every verdant thing\n Itself does at thy beauty charm,\n Reform the errors of the Spring;\n Make that the tulips may have share\n Of sweetness, seeing they are fair,\n And roses of their thorns disarm;\n But most procure\n That violets may a longer age endure.\n\nBut O, young beauty of the woods,\n Whom Nature courts with fruits and flowers,\n Gather the flowers, but spare the buds;\n Lest Flora, angry at thy crime\n To kill her infants in their prime,\n Do quickly make th’ example yours;\n And ere we see,\n Nip in the blossom all our hopes and thee.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_358","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"358","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1621-1678"},{"id":"oxford-360","title":"Bermudas","poet":"Andrew Marvell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHERE the remote Bermudas ride\n In the ocean’s bosom unespied,\n From a small boat that row’d along\n The listening woods received this song:\n\n‘What should we do but sing His praise\n That led us through the watery maze\n Unto an isle so long unknown,\n And yet far kinder than our own?\n Where He the huge sea-monsters wracks,\n That lift the deep upon their backs,\n He lands us on a grassy stage,\n Safe from the storms’ and prelates’ rage:\n He gave us this eternal Spring\n Which here enamels everything,\n And sends the fowls to us in care\n On daily visits through the air:\n He hangs in shades the orange bright\n Like golden lamps in a green night,\n And does in the pomegranates close\n Jewels more rich than Ormus shows:\n He makes the figs our mouths to meet\n And throws the melons at our feet;\n But apples plants of such a price,\n No tree could ever bear them twice.\n With cedars chosen by His hand\n From Lebanon He stores the land;\n And makes the hollow seas that roar\n Proclaim the ambergris on shore.\n He cast (of which we rather boast)\n The Gospel’s pearl upon our coast;\n And in these rocks for us did frame\n A temple where to sound His name.\n O, let our voice His praise exalt\n Till it arrive at Heaven’s vault,\n Which thence (perhaps) rebounding may\n Echo beyond the Mexique bay!’\n\nThus sung they in the English boat\n A holy and a cheerful note:\n And all the way, to guide their chime,\n With falling oars they kept the time.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_360","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"360","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1621-1678"},{"id":"oxford-361","title":"An Epitaph","poet":"Andrew Marvell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ENOUGH; and leave the rest to Fame!\n ’Tis to commend her, but to name.\n Courtship which, living, she declined,\n When dead, to offer were unkind:\n Nor can the truest wit, or friend,\n Without detracting, her commend.\n\nTo say—she lived a virgin chaste\n In this age loose and all unlaced;\n Nor was, when vice is so allowed,\n Of virtue or ashamed or proud;\n That her soul was on Heaven so bent,\n No minute but it came and went;\n That, ready her last debt to pay,\n She summ’d her life up every day;\n Modest as morn, as mid-day bright,\n Gentle as evening, cool as night:\n —’Tis true; but all too weakly said.\n ’Twas more significant, she’s dead.","themes":["time","spirituality","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_361","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"361","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1621-1678"},{"id":"oxford-363","title":"Peace","poet":"Henry Vaughan","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"MY soul, there is a country\n Far beyond the stars,\n Where stands a wingèd sentry\n All skilful in the wars:\n There, above noise and danger,\n Sweet Peace sits crown’d with smiles,\n And One born in a manger\n Commands the beauteous files.\n He is thy gracious Friend,\n And—O my soul, awake!—\n Did in pure love descend\n To die here for thy sake.\n If thou canst get but thither,\n There grows the flower of Peace,\n The Rose that cannot wither,\n Thy fortress, and thy ease.\n Leave then thy foolish ranges;\n For none can thee secure\n But One who never changes—\n Thy God, thy life, thy cure.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_363","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"363","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1621-1695"},{"id":"oxford-364","title":"The Timber","poet":"Henry Vaughan","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SURE thou didst flourish once! and many springs,\n Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers,\n Pass’d o’er thy head; many light hearts and wings,\n Which now are dead, lodg’d in thy living bowers.\n\nAnd still a new succession sings and flies;\n Fresh groves grow up, and their green branches shoot\n Towards the old and still enduring skies,\n While the low violet thrives at their root.\n\nBut thou beneath the sad and heavy line\n Of death, doth waste all senseless, cold, and dark;\n Where not so much as dreams of light may shine,\n Nor any thought of greenness, leaf, or bark.\n\nAnd yet—as if some deep hate and dissent,\n Bred in thy growth betwixt high winds and thee,\n Were still alive—thou dost great storms resent\n Before they come, and know’st how near they be.\n\nElse all at rest thou liest, and the fierce breath\n Of tempests can no more disturb thy ease;\n But this thy strange resentment after death\n Means only those who broke—in life—thy peace.","themes":["time","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_364","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"364","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1621-1695"},{"id":"oxford-365","title":"Friends Departed","poet":"Henry Vaughan","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THEY are all gone into the world of light!\n And I alone sit ling’ring here;\n Their very memory is fair and bright,\n And my sad thoughts doth clear.\n\nIt glows and glitters in my cloudy breast,\n Like stars upon some gloomy grove,\n Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest\n After the sun’s remove.\n\nI see them walking in an air of glory,\n Whose light doth trample on my days:\n My days, which are at best but dull and hoary,\n Mere glimmering and decays.\n\nO holy Hope! and high Humility,\n High as the heavens above!\n These are your walks, and you have show’d them me,\n To kindle my cold love.\n\nDear, beauteous Death! the jewel of the Just,\n Shining nowhere, but in the dark;\n What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust,\n Could man outlook that mark!\n\nHe that hath found some fledg’d bird’s nest may know,\n At first sight, if the bird be flown;\n But what fair well or grove he sings in now,\n That is to him unknown.\n\nAnd yet as Angels in some brighter dreams\n Call to the soul, when man doth sleep:\n So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes,\n And into glory peep.\n\nIf a star were confin’d into a tomb,\n Her captive flames must needs burn there;\n But when the hand that lock’d her up gives room,\n She’ll shine through all the sphere.\n\nO Father of eternal life, and all\n Created glories under Thee!\n Resume Thy spirit from this world of thrall\n Into true liberty.\n\nEither disperse these mists, which blot and fill\n My perspective still as they pass:\n Or else remove me hence unto that hill,\n Where I shall need no glass.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_365","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"365","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1621-1695"},{"id":"oxford-366","title":"The Shepherd Boy sings in the Valley of Humiliation","poet":"John Bunyan","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HE that is down needs fear no fall,\n He that is low, no pride;\n He that is humble ever shall\n Have God to be his guide.\n\nI am content with what I have,\n Little be it or much:\n And, Lord, contentment still I crave,\n Because Thou savest such.\n\nFullness to such a burden is\n That go on pilgrimage:\n Here little, and hereafter bliss,\n Is best from age to age.","themes":["time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_366","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"366","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1628-1688"},{"id":"oxford-393","title":"Chloris in the Snow","poet":"William Strode","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I SAW fair Chloris walk alone,\n When feather’d rain came softly down,\n As Jove descending from his Tower\n To court her in a silver shower:\n The wanton snow flew to her breast,\n Like pretty birds into their nest,\n But, overcome with whiteness there,\n For grief it thaw’d into a tear:\n Thence falling on her garments’ hem,\n To deck her, froze into a gem.","themes":["nature","grief","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_393","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"393","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1602-1645"},{"id":"oxford-394","title":"The Relapse","poet":"Thomas Stanley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"TURN away those cruel eyes,\n The stars of my undoing!\n Or death, in such a bright disguise,\n May tempt a second wooing.\n\nPunish their blind and impious pride,\n Who dare contemn thy glory;\n It was my fall that deified\n Thy name, and seal’d thy story.\n\nYet no new sufferings can prepare\n A higher praise to crown thee;\n Though my first death proclaim thee fair,\n My second will unthrone thee.\n\nLovers will doubt thou canst entice\n No other for thy fuel,\n And if thou burn one victim twice,\n Both think thee poor and cruel.","themes":["death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_394","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"394","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1625-1678"},{"id":"oxford-395","title":"Chloe Divine","poet":"Thomas D’Urfey","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"CHLOE’s a Nymph in flowery groves,\n A Nereid in the streams;\n Saint-like she in the temple moves,\n A woman in my dreams.\n\nLove steals artillery from her eyes,\n The Graces point her charms;\n Orpheus is rivalled in her voice,\n And Venus in her arms.\n\nNever so happily in one\n Did heaven and earth combine:\n And yet ’tis flesh and blood alone\n That makes her so divine.","themes":["love","spirituality","loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_395","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"395","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1653-1723"},{"id":"oxford-396","title":"To Cœlia","poet":"Charles Cotton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHEN, Cœlia, must my old day set,\n And my young morning rise\n In beams of joy so bright as yet\n Ne’er bless’d a lover’s eyes?\n My state is more advanced than when\n I first attempted thee:\n I sued to be a servant then,\n But now to be made free.\n\nI’ve served my time faithful and true,\n Expecting to be placed\n In happy freedom, as my due,\n To all the joys thou hast:\n Ill husbandry in love is such\n A scandal to love’s power,\n We ought not to misspend so much\n As one poor short-lived hour.\n\nYet think not, sweet, I’m weary grown.\n That I pretend such haste;\n Since none to surfeit e’er was known\n Before he had a taste:\n My infant love could humbly wait\n When, young, it scarce knew how\n To plead; but grown to man’s estate,\n He is impatient now.","themes":["love","time","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_396","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"396","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1630-1687"},{"id":"oxford-397","title":"To One persuading a Lady to Marriage","poet":"Katherine Philips (‘Orinda’)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"FORBEAR, bold youth; all’s heaven here,\n And what you do aver\n To others courtship may appear,\n ’Tis sacrilege to her.\n She is a public deity;\n And were’t not very odd\n She should dispose herself to be\n A petty household god?\n\nFirst make the sun in private shine\n And bid the world adieu,\n That so he may his beams confine\n In compliment to you:\n But if of that you do despair,\n Think how you did amiss\n To strive to fix her beams which are\n More bright and large than his.","themes":["time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_397","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"397","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1631-1664"},{"id":"oxford-398","title":"Ode","poet":"John Dryden","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THOU youngest virgin-daughter of the skies,\n Made in the last promotion of the blest;\n Whose palms, new pluck’d from Paradise,\n In spreading branches more sublimely rise,\n Rich with immortal green above the rest:\n Whether, adopted to some neighbouring star,\n Thou roll’st above us, in thy wandering race,\n Or, in procession fixt and regular,\n Mov’d with the heaven’s majestic pace;\n Or, called to more superior bliss,\n Thou tread’st with seraphims the vast abyss:\n Whatever happy region is thy place,\n Cease thy celestial song a little space;\n Thou wilt have time enough for hymns divine,\n Since Heaven’s eternal year is thine.\n Hear, then, a mortal Muse thy praise rehearse,\n >In no ignoble verse;\n But such as thy own voice did practise here,\n When thy first-fruits of Poesy were given,\n To make thyself a welcome inmate there;\n While yet a young probationer,\n And candidate of heaven.\n\nIf by traduction came thy mind,\n Our wonder is the less, to find\n A soul so charming from a stock so good;\n Thy father was transfus’d into thy blood:\n So wert thou born into the tuneful strain,\n An early, rich, and inexhausted vein.\n But if thy pre-existing soul\n Was form’d at first with myriads more,\n It did through all the mighty poets roll\n Who Greek or Latin laurels wore,\n And was that Sappho last, which once it was before.\n If so, then cease thy flight, O heaven-born mind!\n Thou hast no dross to purge from thy rich ore:\n Nor can thy soul a fairer mansion find,\n Than was the beauteous frame she left behind:\n Return, to fill or mend the quire of thy celestial kind.\n\nMay we presume to say, that, at thy birth,\n New joy was sprung in heaven as well as here on earth?\n For sure the milder planets did combine\n On thy auspicious horoscope to shine,\n And even the most malicious were in trine.\n Thy brother-angels at thy birth\n Strung each his lyre, and tun’d it high,\n That all the people of the sky\n Might know a poetess was born on earth;\n And then, if ever, mortal ears\n Had heard the music of the spheres.\n And if no clust’ring swarm of bees\n On thy sweet mouth distill’d their golden dew,\n ’Twas that such vulgar miraclès\n Heaven had not leisure to renew:\n For all the blest fraternity of love\n Solemniz’d there thy birth, and kept thy holiday above.\n\nO gracious God! how far have we\n Profan’d thy heavenly gift of Poesy!\n Made prostitute and profligate the Muse,\n Debas’d to each obscene and impious use,\n Whose harmony was first ordain’d above,\n For tongues of angels and for hymns of love!\n O wretched we! why were we hurried down\n This lubrique and adulterate age\n (Nay, added fat pollutions of our own),\n To increase the streaming ordures of the stage?\n What can we say to excuse our second fall?\n Let this thy Vestal, Heaven, atone for all!\n Her Arethusian stream remains unsoil’d,\n Unmixt with foreign filth, and undefil’d;\n Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.\n\nArt she had none, yet wanted none,\n For Nature did that want supply:\n So rich in treasures of her own,\n She might our boasted stores defy:\n Such noble vigour did her verse adorn,\n That it seem’d borrowed, where ’twas only born.\n Her morals, too, were in her bosom bred,\n By great examples daily fed,\n What in the best of books, her father’s life, she read.\n And to be read herself she need not fear;\n Each test, and every light, her Muse will bear,\n Though Epictetus with his lamp were there.\n Even love (for love sometimes her Muse exprest)\n Was but a lambent flame which play’d about her breast,\n Light as the vapours of a morning dream;\n So cold herself, whilst she such warmth exprest,\n ’Twas Cupid bathing in Diana’s stream....\n\nNow all those charms, that blooming grace,\n The well-proportion’d shape, and beauteous face,\n Shall never more be seen by mortal eyes;\n In earth the much-lamented virgin lies.\n Not wit, nor piety could fate prevent;\n Nor was the cruel destiny content\n To finish all the murder at a blow,\n To sweep at once her life and beauty too;\n But, like a hardened felon, took a pride\n To work more mischievously slow,\n And plunder’d first, and then destroyed.\n O double sacrilege on things divine,\n To rob the relic, and deface the shrine!\n But thus Orinda died:\n Heaven, by the same disease, did both translate;\n As equal were their souls, so equal was their fate.\n\nMeantime, her warlike brother on the seas\n His waving streamers to the winds displays,\n And vows for his return, with vain devotion, pays.\n Ah, generous youth! that wish forbear,\n The winds too soon will waft thee here!\n Slack all thy sails, and fear to come,\n Alas, thou know’st not, thou art wreck’d at home!\n No more shalt thou behold thy sister’s face,\n Thou hast already had her last embrace.\n But look aloft, and if thou kenn’st from far,\n Among the Pleiads a new kindl’d star,\n If any sparkles than the rest more bright,\n ’Tis she that shines in that propitious light.\n\nWhen in mid-air the golden trump shall sound,\n To raise the nations under ground;\n When, in the Valley of Jehoshaphat,\n The judging God shall close the book of Fate,\n And there the last assizes keep\n For those who wake and those who sleep;\n When rattling bones together fly\n From the four corners of the sky;\n When sinews o’er the skeletons are spread,\n Those cloth’d with flesh, and life inspires the dead;\n The sacred poets first shall hear the sound,\n And foremost from the tomb shall bound,\n For they are cover’d with the lightest ground;\n And straight, with inborn vigour, on the wing,\n Like mounting larks, to the new morning sing.\n There thou, sweet Saint, before the quire shalt go,\n As harbinger of Heaven, the way to show,\n The way which thou so well hast learn’d below.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_398","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"398","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1631-1700"},{"id":"oxford-400","title":"Ah, how sweet it is to love!","poet":"John Dryden","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"AH, how sweet it is to love!\n Ah, how gay is young Desire!\n And what pleasing pains we prove\n When we first approach Love’s fire!\n Pains of love be sweeter far\n Than all other pleasures are.\n\nSighs which are from lovers blown\n Do but gently heave the heart:\n Ev’n the tears they shed alone\n Cure, like trickling balm, their smart:\n Lovers, when they lose their breath,\n Bleed away in easy death.\n\nLove and Time with reverence use,\n Treat them like a parting friend;\n Nor the golden gifts refuse\n Which in youth sincere they send:\n For each year their price is more,\n And they less simple than before.\n\nLove, like spring-tides full and high,\n Swells in every youthful vein;\n But each tide does less supply,\n Till they quite shrink in again:\n If a flow in age appear,\n ’Tis but rain, and runs not clear.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_400","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"400","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1631-1700"},{"id":"oxford-401","title":"Hidden Flame","poet":"John Dryden","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I FEED a flame within, which so torments me\n That it both pains my heart, and yet contents me:\n ’Tis such a pleasing smart, and I so love it,\n That I had rather die than once remove it.\n\nYet he, for whom I grieve, shall never know it;\n My tongue does not betray, nor my eyes show it.\n Not a sigh, nor a tear, my pain discloses,\n But they fall silently, like dew on roses.\n\nThus, to prevent my Love from being cruel,\n My heart’s the sacrifice, as ’tis the fuel;\n And while I suffer this to give him quiet,\n My faith rewards my love, though he deny it.\n\nOn his eyes will I gaze, and there delight me;\n While I conceal my love no frown can fright me.\n To be more happy I dare not aspire,\n Nor can I fall more low, mounting no higher.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_401","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"401","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1631-1700"},{"id":"oxford-402","title":"Song to a Fair Young Lady, going out of the Town in the Spring","poet":"John Dryden","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ASK not the cause why sullen Spring\n So long delays her flowers to bear;\n Why warbling birds forget to sing,\n And winter storms invert the year:\n Chloris is gone; and fate provides\n To make it Spring where she resides.\n\nChloris is gone, the cruel fair;\n She cast not back a pitying eye:\n But left her lover in despair\n To sigh, to languish, and to die:\n Ah! how can those fair eyes endure\n To give the wounds they will not cure?\n\nGreat God of Love, why hast thou made\n A face that can all hearts command,\n That all religions can invade,\n And change the laws of every land?\n Where thou hadst plac’d such power before,\n Thou shouldst have made her mercy more.\n\nWhen Chloris to the temple comes,\n Adoring crowds before her fall;\n She can restore the dead from tombs\n And every life but mine recall.\n I only am by Love design’d\n To be the victim for mankind.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_402","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"402","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1631-1700"},{"id":"oxford-403","title":"Against Indifference","poet":"Charles Webbe","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"MORE love or more disdain I crave,\n Sweet, be not still indifferent:\n O send me quickly to my grave,\n Or else afford me more content!\n Or love or hate me more or less,\n For love abhors all lukewarmness.\n\nGive me a tempest if ’twill drive\n Me to the place where I would be;\n Or if you’ll have me still alive,\n Confess you will be kind to me.\n Give hopes of bliss or dig my grave:\n More love or more disdain I crave.","themes":["love","hope","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_403","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"403","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"c. 1678"},{"id":"oxford-404","title":"Song","poet":"Sir George Etherege","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"LADIES, though to your conquering eyes\n Love owes his chiefest victories,\n And borrows those bright arms from you\n With which he does the world subdue,\n Yet you yourselves are not above\n The empire nor the griefs of love.\n\nThen rack not lovers with disdain,\n Lest Love on you revenge their pain:\n You are not free because you’re fair:\n The Boy did not his Mother spare.\n Beauty’s but an offensive dart:\n It is no armour for the heart.","themes":["love","home","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_404","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"404","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1635-1691"},{"id":"oxford-405","title":"To a Lady asking him how long he would love her","poet":"Sir George Etherege","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IT is not, Celia, in our power\n To say how long our love will last;\n It may be we within this hour\n May lose those joys we now do taste;\n The Blessèd, that immortal be,\n From change in love are only free.\n\nThen since we mortal lovers are,\n Ask not how long our love will last;\n But while it does, let us take care\n Each minute be with pleasure past:\n Were it not madness to deny\n To live because we’re sure to die?","themes":["love","death","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_405","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"405","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1635-1691"},{"id":"oxford-406","title":"News","poet":"Thomas Traherne","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"NEWS from a foreign country came\n As if my treasure and my wealth lay there;\n So much it did my heart inflame,\n ’Twas wont to call my Soul into mine ear;\n Which thither went to meet\n The approaching sweet,\n And on the threshold stood\n To entertain the unknown Good.\n It hover’d there\n As if ’twould leave mine ear,\n And was so eager to embrace\n The joyful tidings as they came,\n ’Twould almost leave its dwelling-place\n To entertain that same.\n\nAs if the tidings were the things,\n My very joys themselves, my foreign treasure—\n Or else did bear them on their wings—\n With so much joy they came, with so much pleasure.\n My Soul stood at that gate\n To recreate\n Itself with bliss, and to\n Be pleased with speed. A fuller view\n It fain would take,\n Yet journeys back would make\n Unto my heart; as if ’twould fain\n Go out to meet, yet stay within\n To fit a place to entertain\n And bring the tidings in.\n\nWhat sacred instinct did inspire\n My soul in childhood with a hope so strong?\n What secret force moved my desire\n To expect my joys beyond the seas, so young?\n Felicity I knew\n Was out of view,\n And being here alone,\n I saw that happiness was gone\n From me! For this\n I thirsted absent bliss,\n And thought that sure beyond the seas,\n Or else in something near at hand—\n I knew not yet—since naught did please\n I knew—my Bliss did stand.\n\nBut little did the infant dream\n That all the treasures of the world were by:\n And that himself was so the cream\n And crown of all which round about did lie.\n Yet thus it was: the Gem,\n The Diadem,\n The ring enclosing all\n That stood upon this earthly ball,\n The Heavenly eye,\n Much wider than the sky,\n Wherein they all included were,\n The glorious Soul, that was the King\n Made to possess them, did appear\n A small and little thing!","themes":["love","hope","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_406","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"406","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1637?-1674"},{"id":"oxford-407","title":"The Sad Day","poet":"Thomas Flatman","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O THE sad day!\n When friends shall shake their heads, and say\n Of miserable me—\n ‘Hark, how he groans!\n Look, how he pants for breath!\n See how he struggles with the pangs of death!’\n When they shall say of these dear eyes—\n ‘How hollow, O how dim they be!\n Mark how his breast doth rise and swell\n Against his potent enemy!’\n When some old friend shall step to my bedside,\n Touch my chill face, and thence shall gently slide.\n But—when his next companions say\n ‘How does he do? What hopes?’—shall turn away,\n Answering only, with a lift-up hand—\n ‘Who can his fate withstand?’\n\nThen shall a gasp or two do more\n Than e’er my rhetoric could before:\n Persuade the world to trouble me no more!","themes":["love","hope","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_407","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"407","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1637-1688"},{"id":"oxford-408","title":"Song","poet":"Charles Sackville, Earl Of Dorset","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"TO all you ladies now at land\n We men at sea indite;\n But first would have you understand\n How hard it is to write:\n The Muses now, and Neptune too,\n We must implore to write to you—\n With a fa, la, la, la, la.\n\nFor though the Muses should prove kind,\n And fill our empty brain,\n Yet if rough Neptune rouse the wind\n To wave the azure main,\n Our paper, pen, and ink, and we,\n Roll up and down our ships at sea—\n With a fa, la, la, la, la.\n\nThen if we write not by each post,\n Think not we are unkind;\n Nor yet conclude our ships are lost\n By Dutchmen or by wind:\n Our tears we’ll send a speedier way,\n The tide shall bring them twice a day—\n With a fa, la, la, la, la.\n\nThe King with wonder and surprise\n Will swear the seas grow bold,\n Because the tides will higher rise\n Than e’er they did of old:\n But let him know it is our tears\n Bring floods of grief to Whitehall stairs—\n With a fa, la, la, la, la.\n\nShould foggy Opdam chance to know\n Our sad and dismal story,\n The Dutch would scorn so weak a foe,\n And quit their fort at Goree:\n For what resistance can they find\n From men who’ve left their hearts behind?—\n With a fa, la, la, la, la.\n\nLet wind and weather do its worst,\n Be you to us but kind;\n Let Dutchmen vapour, Spaniards curse,\n No sorrow we shall find:\n ’Tis then no matter how things go,\n Or who’s our friend, or who’s our foe—\n With a fa, la, la, la, la.\n\nTo pass our tedious hours away\n We throw a merry main,\n Or else at serious ombre play;\n But why should we in vain\n Each other’s ruin thus pursue?\n We were undone when we left you—\n With a fa, la, la, la, la.\n\nBut now our fears tempestuous grow\n And cast our hopes away;\n Whilst you, regardless of our woe,\n Sit careless at a play:\n Perhaps permit some happier man\n To kiss your hand, or flirt your fan—\n With a fa, la, la, la, la.\n\nWhen any mournful tune you hear,\n That dies in every note\n As if it sigh’d with each man’s care\n For being so remote,\n Think then how often love we’ve made\n To you, when all those tunes were play’d—\n With a fa, la, la, la, la.\n\nIn justice you cannot refuse\n To think of our distress,\n When we for hopes of honour lose\n Our certain happiness:\n All those designs are but to prove\n Ourselves more worthy of your love—\n With a fa, la, la, la, la.\n\nAnd now we’ve told you all our loves,\n And likewise all our fears,\n In hopes this declaration moves\n Some pity for our tears:\n Let’s hear of no inconstancy—\n We have too much of that at sea—\n With a fa, la, la, la, la.","themes":["love","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_408","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"408","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1638-1706"},{"id":"oxford-409","title":"To Chloris","poet":"Charles Sedley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"AH, Chloris! that I now could sit\n As unconcern’d as when\n Your infant beauty could beget\n No pleasure, nor no pain!\n When I the dawn used to admire,\n And praised the coming day,\n I little thought the growing fire\n Must take my rest away.\n\nYour charms in harmless childhood lay\n Like metals in the mine;\n Age from no face took more away\n Than youth conceal’d in thine.\n But as your charms insensibly\n To their perfection prest,\n Fond love as unperceived did fly,\n And in my bosom rest.\n\nMy passion with your beauty grew,\n And Cupid at my heart,\n Still as his mother favour’d you,\n Threw a new flaming dart:\n Each gloried in their wanton part;\n To make a lover, he\n Employ’d the utmost of his art—\n To make a beauty, she.","themes":["love","hope","time","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_409","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"409","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1639-1701"},{"id":"oxford-411","title":"Song","poet":"Aphra Behn","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"LOVE in fantastic triumph sate\n Whilst bleeding hearts around him flow’d,\n For whom fresh pains he did create\n And strange tyrannic power he show’d:\n From thy bright eyes he took his fires,\n Which round about in sport he hurl’d;\n But ’twas from mine he took desires\n Enough t’ undo the amorous world.\n\nFrom me he took his sighs and tears,\n From thee his pride and cruelty;\n From me his languishments and fears,\n And every killing dart from thee.\n Thus thou and I the god have arm’d\n And set him up a deity;\n But my poor heart alone is harm’d,\n Whilst thine the victor is, and free!","themes":["love","grief","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_411","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"411","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1640-1689"},{"id":"oxford-412","title":"The Libertine","poet":"Aphra Behn","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"A THOUSAND martyrs I have made,\n All sacrificed to my desire,\n A thousand beauties have betray’d\n That languish in resistless fire:\n The untamed heart to hand I brought,\n And fix’d the wild and wand’ring thought.\n\nI never vow’d nor sigh’d in vain,\n But both, tho’ false, were well received;\n The fair are pleased to give us pain,\n And what they wish is soon believed:\n And tho’ I talk’d of wounds and smart,\n Love’s pleasures only touch’d my heart.\n\nAlone the glory and the spoil\n I always laughing bore away;\n The triumphs without pain or toil,\n Without the hell the heaven of joy;\n And while I thus at random rove\n Despise the fools that whine for love.","themes":["love","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_412","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"412","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1640-1689"},{"id":"oxford-413","title":"Return","poet":"John Wilmot, Earl Of Rochester","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ABSENT from thee, I languish still;\n Then ask me not, When I return?\n The straying fool ’twill plainly kill\n To wish all day, all night to mourn.\n\nDear, from thine arms then let me fly,\n That my fantastic mind may prove\n The torments it deserves to try,\n That tears my fix’d heart from my love.\n\nWhen, wearied with a world of woe,\n To thy safe bosom I retire,\n Where love, and peace, and truth does flow,\n May I contented there expire!\n\nLest, once more wandering from that heaven,\n I fall on some base heart unblest;\n Faithless to thee, false, unforgiven—\n And lose my everlasting rest.","themes":["love","grief","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_413","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"413","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1647-1680"},{"id":"oxford-414","title":"Love and Life","poet":"John Wilmot, Earl Of Rochester","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ALL my past life is mine no more;\n The flying hours are gone,\n Like transitory dreams given o’er,\n Whose images are kept in store\n By memory alone.\n\nThe time that is to come is not;\n How can it then be mine?\n The present moment’s all my lot;\n And that, as fast as it is got,\n Phillis, is only thine.\n\nThen talk not of inconstancy.\n False hearts, and broken vows;\n If I by miracle can be\n This live-long minute true to thee,\n ’Tis all that Heaven allows.","themes":["time","spirituality","loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_414","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"414","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1647-1680"},{"id":"oxford-415","title":"Constancy","poet":"John Wilmot, Earl Of Rochester","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I CANNOT change as others do,\n Though you unjustly scorn;\n Since that poor swain that sighs for you\n For you alone was born.\n No, Phillis, no; your heart to move\n A surer way I’ll try;\n And, to revenge my slighted love,\n Will still love on and die.\n\nWhen kill’d with grief Amyntas lies,\n And you to mind shall call\n The sighs that now unpitied rise,\n The tears that vainly fall—\n That welcome hour, that ends this smart,\n Will then begin your pain;\n For such a faithful tender heart\n Can never break in vain.","themes":["love","grief","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_415","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"415","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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O why\n Does that eclipsing hand of thine deny\n The sunshine of the Sun’s enlivening eye?\n\nWithout thy light what light remains in me?\n Thou art my life; my way, my light’s in thee;\n I live, I move, and by thy beams I see.\n\nThou art my life—if thou but turn away\n My life’s a thousand deaths. Thou art my way—\n Without thee, Love, I travel not but stray.\n\nMy light thou art—without thy glorious sight\n My eyes are darken’d with eternal night.\n My Love, thou art my way, my life, my light.\n\nThou art my way; I wander if thou fly.\n Thou art my light; if hid, how blind am I!\n Thou art my life; if thou withdraw’st, I die.\n\nMy eyes are dark and blind, I cannot see:\n To whom or whither should my darkness flee,\n But to that light?—and who’s that light but thee?\n\nIf I have lost my path, dear lover, say,\n Shall I still wander in a doubtful way?\n Love, shall a lamb of Israel’s sheepfold stray?\n\nMy path is lost, my wandering steps do stray;\n I cannot go, nor can I safely stay;\n Whom should I seek but thee, my path, my way?\n\nAnd yet thou turn’st thy face away and fly’st me!\n And yet I sue for grace and thou deny’st me!\n Speak, art thou angry, Love, or only try’st me?\n\nThou art the pilgrim’s path, the blind man’s eye,\n The dead man’s life. On thee my hopes rely:\n If I but them remove, I surely die.\n\nDissolve thy sunbeams, close thy wings and stay!\n See, see how I am blind, and dead, and stray!\n —O thou that art my life, my light, my way!\n\nThen work thy will! If passion bid me flee,\n My reason shall obey, my wings shall be\n Stretch’d out no farther than from me to thee!","themes":["love","hope","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_416","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"416","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1647-1680"},{"id":"oxford-417","title":"The Reconcilement","poet":"John Sheffield, Duke Of Buckinghamshire","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"COME, let us now resolve at last\n To live and love in quiet;\n We’ll tie the knot so very fast\n That Time shall ne’er untie it.\n\nThe truest joys they seldom prove\n Who free from quarrels live:\n ’Tis the most tender part of love\n Each other to forgive.\n\nWhen least I seem’d concern’d, I took\n No pleasure nor no rest;\n And when I feign’d an angry look,\n Alas! I loved you best.\n\nOwn but the same to me—you’ll find\n How blest will be our fate.\n O to be happy—to be kind—\n Sure never is too late!","themes":["love","time","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_417","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"417","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1649-1720"},{"id":"oxford-418","title":"On One who died discovering her Kindness","poet":"John Sheffield, Duke Of Buckinghamshire","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SOME vex their souls with jealous pain,\n While others sigh for cold disdain:\n Love’s various slaves we daily see—\n Yet happy all compared with me!\n\nOf all mankind I loved the best\n A nymph so far above the rest\n That we outshined the Blest above;\n In beauty she, as I in love.\n\nAnd therefore They, who could not bear\n To be outdone by mortals here,\n Among themselves have placed her now,\n And left me wretched here below.\n\nAll other fate I could have borne,\n And even endured her very scorn;\n But oh! thus all at once to find\n That dread account—both dead and kind!\n What heart can hold? If yet I live,\n ’Tis but to show how much I grieve.","themes":["love","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_418","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"418","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1649-1720"},{"id":"oxford-419","title":"The Enchantment","poet":"Thomas Otway","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I DID but look and love awhile,\n ’Twas but for one half-hour;\n Then to resist I had no will,\n And now I have no power.\n\nTo sigh and wish is all my ease;\n Sighs which do heat impart\n Enough to melt the coldest ice,\n Yet cannot warm your heart.\n\nO would your pity give my heart\n One corner of your breast,\n ’Twould learn of yours the winning art,\n And quickly steal the rest.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_419","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"419","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1652-1685"},{"id":"oxford-420","title":"A Quiet Soul","poet":"John Oldham","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THY soul within such silent pomp did keep,\n As if humanity were lull’d asleep;\n So gentle was thy pilgrimage beneath,\n Time’s unheard feet scarce make less noise,\n Or the soft journey which a planet goes:\n Life seem’d all calm as its last breath.\n A still tranquillity so hush’d thy breast,\n As if some Halcyon were its guest,\n And there had built her nest;\n It hardly now enjoys a greater rest.","themes":["time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_420","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"420","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1653-1683"},{"id":"oxford-421","title":"Song","poet":"John Cutts, Lord Cutts","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ONLY tell her that I love:\n Leave the rest to her and Fate:\n Some kind planet from above\n May perhaps her pity move:\n Lovers on their stars must wait.—\n Only tell her that I love!\n\nWhy, O why should I despair!\n Mercy’s pictured in her eye:\n If she once vouchsafe to hear,\n Welcome Hope and farewell Fear!\n She’s too good to let me die.—\n Why, O why should I despair?","themes":["love","hope","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_421","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"421","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1661-1707"},{"id":"oxford-422","title":"The Question to Lisetta","poet":"Matthew Prior","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHAT nymph should I admire or trust,\n But Chloe beauteous, Chloe just?\n What nymph should I desire to see,\n But her who leaves the plain for me?\n To whom should I compose the lay,\n But her who listens when I play?\n To whom in song repeat my cares,\n But her who in my sorrow shares?\n For whom should I the garland make,\n But her who joys the gift to take,\n And boasts she wears it for my sake?\n In love am I not fully blest?\n Lisetta, prithee tell the rest.\n\nSURE Chloe just, and Chloe fair,\n Deserves to be your only care;\n But, when you and she to-day\n Far into the wood did stray,\n And I happened to pass by,\n Which way did you cast your eye?\n But, when your cares to her you sing,\n You dare not tell her whence they spring;\n Does it not more afflict your heart,\n That in those cares she bears a part?\n When you the flowers for Chloe twine,\n Why do you to her garland join\n The meanest bud that falls from mine?\n Simplest of swains! the world may see\n Whom Chloe loves, and who loves me.","themes":["love","nature","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_422","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"422","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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The Author then Forty","poet":"Matthew Prior","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"LORDS, knights, and squires, the numerous band\n That wear the fair Miss Mary’s fetters,\n Were summoned by her high command\n To show their passions by their letters.\n\nMy pen amongst the rest I took,\n Lest those bright eyes, that cannot read,\n Should dart their kindling fire, and look\n The power they have to be obey’d.\n\nNor quality, nor reputation,\n Forbid me yet my flame to tell;\n Dear Five-years-old befriends my passion,\n And I may write till she can spell.\n\nFor, while she makes her silkworms beds\n With all the tender things I swear;\n Whilst all the house my passion reads,\n In papers round her baby’s hair;\n\nShe may receive and own my flame;\n For, though the strictest prudes should know it,\n She’ll pass for a most virtuous dame,\n And I for an unhappy poet.\n\nThen too, alas! when she shall tear\n The rhymes some younger rival sends,\n She’ll give me leave to write, I fear,\n And we shall still continue friends.\n\nFor, as our different ages move,\n ’Tis so ordain’d (would Fate but mend it!),\n That I shall be past making love\n When she begins to comprehend it.","themes":["love","time","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_423","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"423","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1664-1721"},{"id":"oxford-425","title":"On My Birthday, July 21","poet":"Matthew Prior","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I, my dear, was born to-day—\n So all my jolly comrades say:\n They bring me music, wreaths, and mirth,\n And ask to celebrate my birth:\n Little, alas! my comrades know\n That I was born to pain and woe;\n To thy denial, to thy scorn,\n Better I had ne’er been born:\n I wish to die, even whilst I say—\n ‘I, my dear, was born to-day.’\n\nI, my dear, was born to-day:\n Shall I salute the rising ray,\n Well-spring of all my joy and woe?\n Clotilda, thou alone dost know.\n Shall the wreath surround my hair?\n Or shall the music please my ear?\n Shall I my comrades’ mirth receive,\n And bless my birth, and wish to live?\n Then let me see great Venus chase\n Imperious anger from thy face;\n Then let me hear thee smiling say—\n ‘Thou, my dear, wert born to-day.’","themes":["love","nature","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_425","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"425","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1664-1721"},{"id":"oxford-426","title":"The Lady who offers her Looking-Glass to Venus","poet":"Matthew Prior","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"VENUS, take my votive glass:\n Since I am not what I was,\n What from this day I shall be,\n Venus, let me never see.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_426","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"426","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1664-1721"},{"id":"oxford-427","title":"A Letter","poet":"Matthew Prior","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"MY noble, lovely, little Peggy,\n Let this my First Epistle beg ye,\n At dawn of morn, and close of even,\n To lift your heart and hands to Heaven.\n In double duty say your prayer:\n Our Father first, then Notre Père.\n\nAnd, dearest child, along the day,\n In every thing you do and say,\n Obey and please my lord and lady,\n So God shall love and angels aid ye.\n\nIf to these precepts you attend,\n No second letter need I send,\n And so I rest your constant friend.","themes":["love","hope","spirituality","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_427","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"427","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1664-1721"},{"id":"oxford-428","title":"For my own Monument","poet":"Matthew Prior","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"AS doctors give physic by way of prevention,\n Mat, alive and in health, of his tombstone took care;\n For delays are unsafe, and his pious intention\n May haply be never fulfill’d by his heir.\n\nThen take Mat’s word for it, the sculptor is paid;\n That the figure is fine, pray believe your own eye;\n Yet credit but lightly what more may be said,\n For we flatter ourselves, and teach marble to lie.\n\nYet counting as far as to fifty his years,\n His virtues and vices were as other men’s are;\n High hopes he conceived, and he smother’d great fears,\n In a life parti-colour’d, half pleasure, half care.\n\nNor to business a drudge, nor to faction a slave,\n He strove to make interest and freedom agree;\n In public employments industrious and grave,\n And alone with his friends, Lord! how merry was he!\n\nNow in equipage stately, now humbly on foot,\n Both fortunes he tried, but to neither would trust;\n And whirl’d in the round as the wheel turn’d about,\n He found riches had wings, and knew man was but dust.\n\nThis verse, little polish’d, tho’ mighty sincere,\n Sets neither his titles nor merit to view;\n It says that his relics collected lie here,\n And no mortal yet knows too if this may be true.\n\nFierce robbers there are that infest the highway,\n So Mat may be kill’d, and his bones never found;\n False witness at court, and fierce tempests at sea,\n So Mat may yet chance to be hang’d or be drown’d.\n\nIf his bones lie in earth, roll in sea, fly in air,\n To Fate we must yield, and the thing is the same;\n And if passing thou giv’st him a smile or a tear,\n He cares not—yet, prithee, be kind to his fame.","themes":["hope","time","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_428","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"428","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1664-1721"},{"id":"oxford-429","title":"Rivals","poet":"William Walsh","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"OF all the torments, all the cares,\n With which our lives are curst;\n Of all the plagues a lover bears,\n Sure rivals are the worst!\n By partners in each other kind\n Afflictions easier grow;\n In love alone we hate to find\n Companions of our woe.\n\nSylvia, for all the pangs you see\n Are labouring in my breast,\n I beg not you would favour me,\n Would you but slight the rest!\n How great soe’er your rigours are,\n With them alone I’ll cope;\n I can endure my own despair,\n But not another’s hope.","themes":["love","hope","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_429","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"429","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1663-1708"},{"id":"oxford-430","title":"Werena my Hearts licht I wad dee","poet":"Lady Grisel Baillie","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THERE ance was a may, and she lo’ed na men;\n She biggit her bonnie bow’r doun in yon glen;\n But now she cries, Dool and a well-a-day!\n Come doun the green gait and come here away!\n\nWhen bonnie young Johnnie cam owre the sea,\n He said he saw naething sae lovely as me;\n He hecht me baith rings and mony braw things—\n And werena my heart’s licht, I wad dee.\n\nHe had a wee titty that lo’ed na me,\n Because I was twice as bonnie as she;\n She raised sic a pother ’twixt him and his mother\n That werena my heart’s licht, I wad dee.\n\nThe day it was set, and the bridal to be:\n The wife took a dwam and lay doun to dee;\n She maned and she graned out o’ dolour and pain,\n Till he vow’d he never wad see me again.\n\nHis kin was for ane of a higher degree,\n Said—What had he do wi’ the likes of me?\n Appose I was bonnie, I wasna for Johnnie—\n And werena my heart’s licht, I wad dee.\n\nThey said I had neither cow nor calf,\n Nor dribbles o’ drink rins thro’ the draff,\n Nor pickles o’ meal rins thro’ the mill-e’e—\n And werena my heart’s licht, I wad dee.\n\nHIS titty she was baith wylie and slee:\n She spied me as I cam owre the lea;\n And then she ran in and made a loud din—\n Believe your ain e’en, an ye trow not me.\n\nHis bonnet stood ay fu’ round on his brow,\n His auld ane look’d ay as well as some’s new:\n But now he lets ’t wear ony gait it will hing,\n And casts himsel dowie upon the corn bing.\n\nAnd now he gaes daund’ring about the dykes,\n And a’ he dow do is to hund the tykes:\n The live-lang nicht he ne’er steeks his e’e—\n And werena my heart’s licht, I wad dee.\n\nWere I but young for thee, as I hae been,\n We should hae been gallopin’ doun in yon green,\n And linkin’ it owre the lily-white lea—\n And wow, gin I were but young for thee!","themes":["love","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_430","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"430","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1665-1746"},{"id":"oxford-431","title":"False though She be","poet":"William Congreve","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"FALSE though she be to me and love,\n I’ll ne’er pursue revenge;\n For still the charmer I approve,\n Though I deplore her change.\n\nIn hours of bliss we oft have met:\n They could not always last;\n And though the present I regret,\n I’m grateful for the past.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_431","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"431","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1670-1729."},{"id":"oxford-432","title":"A Hue and Cry after Fair Amoret","poet":"William Congreve","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"FAIR Amoret is gone astray—\n Pursue and seek her, ev’ry lover;\n I’ll tell the signs by which you may\n The wand’ring Shepherdess discover.\n\nCoquette and coy at once her air,\n Both studied, tho’ both seem neglected;\n Careless she is, with artful care,\n Affecting to seem unaffected.\n\nWith skill her eyes dart ev’ry glance,\n Yet change so soon you’d ne’er suspect them,\n For she’d persuade they wound by chance,\n Tho’ certain aim and art direct them.\n\nShe likes herself, yet others hates\n For that which in herself she prizes;\n And, while she laughs at them, forgets\n She is the thing that she despises.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_432","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"432","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1670-1729."},{"id":"oxford-433","title":"Hymn","poet":"Joseph Addison","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE spacious firmament on high,\n With all the blue ethereal sky,\n And spangled heavens, a shining frame,\n Their great Original proclaim.\n Th’ unwearied Sun from day to day\n Does his Creator’s power display;\n And publishes to every land\n The work of an Almighty hand.\n\nSoon as the evening shades prevail,\n The Moon takes up the wondrous tale;\n And nightly to the listening Earth\n Repeats the story of her birth:\n Whilst all the stars that round her burn,\n And all the planets in their turn,\n Confirm the tidings as they roll,\n And spread the truth from pole to pole.\n\nWhat though in solemn silence all\n Move round the dark terrestrial ball;\n What though nor real voice nor sound\n Amidst their radiant orbs be found?\n In Reason’s ear they all rejoice,\n And utter forth a glorious voice;\n For ever singing as they shine,\n ‘The Hand that made us is divine.’","themes":["spirituality","loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_433","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"433","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1672-1719"},{"id":"oxford-434","title":"The Day of Judgement","poet":"Isaac Watts","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHEN the fierce North-wind with his airy forces\n Rears up the Baltic to a foaming fury;\n And the red lightning with a storm of hail comes\n Rushing amain down;\n\nHow the poor sailors stand amazed and tremble,\n While the hoarse thunder, like a bloody trumpet,\n Roars a loud onset to the gaping waters\n Quick to devour them.\n\nSuch shall the noise be, and the wild disorder\n (If things eternal may be like these earthly),\n Such the dire terror when the great Archangel\n Shakes the creation;\n\nTears the strong pillars of the vault of Heaven,\n Breaks up old marble, the repose of princes,\n Sees the graves open, and the bones arising,\n Flames all around them.\n\nHark, the shrill outcries of the guilty wretches!\n Lively bright horror and amazing anguish\n Stare thro’ their eyelids, while the living worm lies\n Gnawing within them.\n\nThoughts, like old vultures, prey upon their heart-strings,\n And the smart twinges, when the eye beholds the\n Lofty Judge frowning, and a flood of vengeance\n Rolling afore him.\n\nHopeless immortals! how they scream and shiver,\n While devils push them to the pit wide-yawning\n Hideous and gloomy, to receive them headlong\n Down to the centre!\n\nStop here, my fancy: (all away, ye horrid\n Doleful ideas!) come, arise to Jesus,\n How He sits God-like! and the saints around Him\n Throned, yet adoring!\n\nO may I sit there when He comes triumphant,\n Dooming the nations! then ascend to glory,\n While our Hosannas all along the passage\n Shout the Redeemer.","themes":["love","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_434","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"434","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1674-1748"},{"id":"oxford-435","title":"A Cradle Hymn","poet":"Isaac Watts","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HUSH! my dear, lie still and slumber,\n Holy angels guard thy bed!\n Heavenly blessings without number\n Gently falling on thy head.\n\nSleep, my babe; thy food and raiment,\n House and home, thy friends provide;\n All without thy care or payment:\n All thy wants are well supplied.\n\nHow much better thou’rt attended\n Than the Son of God could be,\n When from heaven He descended\n And became a child like thee!\n\nSoft and easy is thy cradle:\n Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay,\n When His birthplace was a stable\n And His softest bed was hay.\n\nBlessèd babe! what glorious features—\n Spotless fair, divinely bright!\n Must He dwell with brutal creatures?\n How could angels bear the sight?\n\nWas there nothing but a manger\n Cursèd sinners could afford\n To receive the heavenly stranger?\n Did they thus affront their Lord?\n\nSoft, my child: I did not chide thee,\n Though my song might sound too hard;\n ’Tis thy mother sits beside thee,\n And her arms shall be thy guard.\n\nYet to read the shameful story\n How the Jews abused their King,\n How they served the Lord of Glory,\n Makes me angry while I sing.\n\nSee the kinder shepherds round Him,\n Telling wonders from the sky!\n Where they sought Him, there they found Him,\n With His Virgin mother by.\n\nSee the lovely babe a-dressing;\n Lovely infant, how He smiled!\n When He wept, the mother’s blessing\n Soothed and hush’d the holy child.\n\nLo, He slumbers in His manger,\n Where the hornèd oxen fed:\n Peace, my darling; here’s no danger,\n Here’s no ox anear thy bed.\n\n’Twas to save thee, child, from dying,\n Save my dear from burning flame,\n Bitter groans and endless crying,\n That thy blest Redeemer came.\n\nMay’st thou live to know and fear Him,\n Trust and love Him all thy days;\n Then go dwell for ever near Him,\n See His face, and sing His praise!","themes":["love","spirituality","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_435","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"435","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1674-1748"},{"id":"oxford-436","title":"Song","poet":"Thomas Parnell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHEN thy beauty appears\n In its graces and airs\n All bright as an angel new dropp’d from the sky,\n At distance I gaze and am awed by my fears:\n So strangely you dazzle my eye!\n\nBut when without art\n Your kind thoughts you impart,\n When your love runs in blushes through every vein;\n When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in your heart,\n Then I know you’re a woman again.\n\nThere’s a passion and pride\n In our sex (she replied),\n And thus, might I gratify both, I would do:\n Still an angel appear to each lover beside,\n But still be a woman to you.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_436","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"436","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1679-1718"},{"id":"oxford-437","title":"Peggy","poet":"Allan Ramsay","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"MY Peggy is a young thing,\n Just enter’d in her teens,\n Fair as the day, and sweet as May,\n Fair as the day, and always gay;\n My Peggy is a young thing,\n And I’m not very auld,\n Yet well I like to meet her at\n The wawking of the fauld.\n\nMy Peggy speaks sae sweetly\n Whene’er we meet alane,\n I wish nae mair to lay my care,\n I wish nae mair of a’ that’s rare;\n My Peggy speaks sae sweetly,\n To a’ the lave I’m cauld,\n But she gars a’ my spirits glow\n At wawking of the fauld.\n\nMy Peggy smiles sae kindly\n Whene’er I whisper love,\n That I look down on a’ the town,\n That I look down upon a crown;\n My Peggy smiles sae kindly,\n It makes me blyth and bauld,\n And naething gi’es me sic delight\n As wawking of the fauld.\n\nMy Peggy sings sae saftly\n When on my pipe I play,\n By a’ the rest it is confest,\n By a’ the rest, that she sings best;\n My Peggy sings sae saftly,\n And in her sangs are tauld\n With innocence the wale of sense,\n At wawking of the fauld.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_437","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"437","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1686-1758"},{"id":"oxford-438","title":"On a Fly drinking out of his Cup","poet":"William Oldys","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"BUSY, curious, thirsty fly!\n Drink with me and drink as I:\n Freely welcome to my cup,\n Couldst thou sip and sip it up:\n Make the most of life you may,\n Life is short and wears away.\n\nBoth alike are mine and thine\n Hastening quick to their decline:\n Thine’s a summer, mine’s no more,\n Though repeated to threescore.\n Threescore summers, when they’re gone,\n Will appear as short as one!","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_438","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"438","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1687-1761"},{"id":"oxford-439","title":"Song","poet":"John Gay","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O RUDDIER than the cherry!\n O sweeter than the berry!\n O nymph more bright\n Than moonshine night,\n Like kidlings blithe and merry!\n Ripe as the melting cluster!\n No lily has such lustre;\n Yet hard to tame\n As raging flame,\n And fierce as storms that bluster!","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_439","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"439","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1688-1732"},{"id":"oxford-440","title":"On a certain Lady at Court","poet":"Alexander Pope","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I KNOW a thing that’s most uncommon;\n (Envy, be silent and attend!)\n I know a reasonable woman,\n Handsome and witty, yet a friend.\n\nNot warp’d by passion, awed by rumour;\n Not grave through pride, nor gay through folly;\n An equal mixture of good-humour\n And sensible soft melancholy.\n\n‘Has she no faults then (Envy says), Sir?’\n Yes, she has one, I must aver:\n When all the world conspires to praise her,\n The woman’s deaf, and does not hear.","themes":["death","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_440","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"440","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1688-1744"},{"id":"oxford-441","title":"Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady","poet":"Alexander Pope","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHAT beck’ning ghost, along the moonlight shade\n Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?\n ’Tis she!—but why that bleeding bosom gored,\n Why dimly gleams the visionary sword?\n O, ever beauteous, ever friendly! tell,\n Is it, in Heav’n, a crime to love too well?\n To bear too tender or too firm a heart,\n To act a lover’s or a Roman’s part?\n Is there no bright reversion in the sky\n For those who greatly think, or bravely die?\n Why bade ye else, ye Pow’rs! her soul aspire\n Above the vulgar flight of low desire?\n Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes;\n The glorious fault of angels and of gods;\n Thence to their images on earth it flows,\n And in the breasts of kings and heroes glows.\n Most souls, ’tis true, but peep out once an age,\n Dull sullen pris’ners in the body’s cage:\n Dim lights of life, that burn a length of years,\n Useless, unseen, as lamps in sepulchres;\n Like Eastern kings a lazy state they keep,\n And close confined to their own palace, sleep.\n From these perhaps (ere Nature bade her die)\n Fate snatch’d her early to the pitying sky.\n As into air the purer spirits flow,\n And sep’rate from their kindred dregs below,\n So flew the soul to its congenial place,\n Nor left one virtue to redeem her race.\n But thou, false guardian of a charge too good!\n Thou, mean deserter of thy brother’s blood!\n See on these ruby lips the trembling breath,\n These cheeks now fading at the blast of Death:\n Cold is that breast which warm’d the world before,\n And those love-darting eyes must roll no more.\n Thus, if eternal Justice rules the ball,\n Thus shall your wives, and thus your children fall;\n On all the line a sudden vengeance waits,\n And frequent herses shall besiege your gates.\n There passengers shall stand, and pointing say\n (While the long fun’rals blacken all the way),\n ‘Lo! these were they whose souls the Furies steel’d\n And cursed with hearts unknowing how to yield.’\n Thus unlamented pass the proud away,\n The gaze of fools, and pageant of a day!\n So perish all whose breast ne’er learn’d to glow\n For others’ good, or melt at others’ woe!\n What can atone (O ever-injured shade!)\n Thy fate unpitied, and thy rites unpaid?\n No friend’s complaint, no kind domestic tear\n Pleased thy pale ghost, or graced thy mournful bier.\n By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed,\n By foreign hands thy decent limbs composed,\n By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn’d,\n By strangers honour’d, and by strangers mourn’d!\n What tho’ no friends in sable weeds appear,\n Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year,\n And bear about the mockery of woe\n To midnight dances, and the public show?\n What tho’ no weeping Loves thy ashes grace,\n Nor polish’d marble emulate thy face?\n What tho’ no sacred earth allow thee room,\n Nor hallow’d dirge be mutter’d o’er thy tomb?\n Yet shall thy grave with rising flow’rs be drest,\n And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast:\n There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow,\n There the first roses of the year shall blow;\n While angels with their silver wings o’ershade\n The ground now sacred by thy reliques made.\n So peaceful rests, without a stone, a name,\n What once had beauty, titles, wealth, and fame.\n How loved, how honour’d once, avails thee not,\n To whom related, or by whom begot;\n A heap of dust alone remains of thee,\n ’Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!\n Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung,\n Deaf the praised ear, and mute the tuneful tongue.\n Ev’n he, whose soul now melts in mournful lays,\n Shall shortly want the gen’rous tear he pays;\n Then from his closing eyes thy form shall part,\n And the last pang shall tear thee from his heart;\n Life’s idle business at one gasp be o’er,\n The Muse forgot, and thou beloved no more!","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_441","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"441","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1688-1744"},{"id":"oxford-442","title":"The Dying Christian to his Soul","poet":"Alexander Pope","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"VITAL spark of heav’nly flame!\n Quit, O quit this mortal frame:\n Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying,\n O the pain, the bliss of dying!\n Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife,\n And let me languish into life.\n\nHark! they whisper; angels say,\n Sister Spirit, come away!\n What is this absorbs me quite?\n Steals my senses, shuts my sight,\n Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?\n Tell me, my soul, can this be death?\n\nThe world recedes; it disappears!\n Heav’n opens on my eyes! my ears\n With sounds seraphic ring!\n Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!\n O Grave! where is thy victory?\n O Death! where is thy sting?","themes":["spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_442","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"442","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1688-1744"},{"id":"oxford-443","title":"Shorten Sail","poet":"George Bubb Dodington, Lord Melcombe","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"LOVE thy country, wish it well,\n Not with too intense a care;\n ’Tis enough that, when it fell,\n Thou its ruin didst not share.\n\nEnvy’s censure, Flattery’s praise,\n With unmoved indifference view:\n Learn to tread Life’s dangerous maze\n With unerring Virtue’s clue.\n\nVoid of strong desire and fear,\n Life’s wide ocean trust no more;\n Strive thy little bark to steer\n With the tide, but near the shore.\n\nThus prepared, thy shorten’d sail\n Shall, whene’er the winds increase,\n Seizing each propitious gale,\n Waft thee to the port of Peace.\n\nKeep thy conscience from offence\n And tempestuous passions free,\n So, when thou art call’d from hence,\n Easy shall thy passage be.\n\n—Easy shall thy passage be,\n Cheerful thy allotted stay,\n Short the account ’twixt God and thee,\n Hope shall meet thee on thy way.","themes":["love","hope","spirituality","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_443","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"443","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1691?-1762"},{"id":"oxford-445","title":"A Drinking-Song","poet":"Henry Carey","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"BACCHUS must now his power resign—\n I am the only God of Wine!\n It is not fit the wretch should be\n In competition set with me,\n Who can drink ten times more than he.\n\nMake a new world, ye powers divine!\n Stock’d with nothing else but Wine:\n Let Wine its only product be,\n Let Wine be earth, and air, and sea—\n And let that Wine be all for me!","themes":["spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_445","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"445","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1693?-1743"},{"id":"oxford-446","title":"The Rosebud","poet":"William Broome","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"QUEEN of fragrance, lovely Rose,\n The beauties of thy leaves disclose!\n —But thou, fair Nymph, thyself survey\n In this sweet offspring of a day.\n That miracle of face must fail,\n Thy charms are sweet, but charms are frail:\n Swift as the short-lived flower they fly,\n At morn they bloom, at evening die:\n Though Sickness yet a while forbears,\n Yet Time destroys what Sickness spares:\n Now Helen lives alone in fame,\n And Cleopatra’s but a name:\n Time must indent that heavenly brow,\n And thou must be what they are now.","themes":["nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_446","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"446","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"?-1745"},{"id":"oxford-447","title":"Belinda’s Recovery from Sickness","poet":"William Broome","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THUS when the silent grave becomes\n Pregnant with life as fruitful wombs;\n When the wide seas and spacious earth\n Resign us to our second birth;\n Our moulder’d frame rebuilt assumes\n New beauty, and for ever blooms,\n And, crown’d with youth’s immortal pride,\n We angels rise, who mortals died.","themes":["time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_447","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"447","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"?-1745"},{"id":"oxford-448","title":"On the Death of a particular Friend","poet":"James Thomson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"AS those we love decay, we die in part,\n String after string is sever’d from the heart;\n Till loosen’d life, at last but breathing clay,\n Without one pang is glad to fall away.\n\nUnhappy he who latest feels the blow!\n Whose eyes have wept o’er every friend laid low,\n Dragg’d ling’ring on from partial death to death,\n Till, dying, all he can resign is—breath.","themes":["love","death","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_448","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"448","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1700-1748"},{"id":"oxford-449","title":"Tell me, my Heart if this be Love","poet":"George Lyttelton, Lord Lyttelton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHEN Delia on the plain appears,\n Awed by a thousand tender fears\n I would approach, but dare not move:\n Tell me, my heart, if this be love?\n\nWhene’er she speaks, my ravish’d ear\n No other voice than hers can hear,\n No other wit but hers approve:\n Tell me, my heart, if this be love?\n\nIf she some other youth commend,\n Though I was once his fondest friend,\n His instant enemy I prove:\n Tell me, my heart, if this be love?\n\nWhen she is absent, I no more\n Delight in all that pleased before—\n The clearest spring, or shadiest grove:\n Tell me, my heart, if this be love?\n\nWhen fond of power, of beauty vain,\n Her nets she spread for every swain,\n I strove to hate, but vainly strove:\n Tell me, my heart, if this be love?","themes":["love","nature","time","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_449","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"449","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1709-1773"},{"id":"oxford-450","title":"One-and-Twenty","poet":"Samuel Johnson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"LONG-expected one-and-twenty,\n Ling’ring year, at length is flown:\n Pride and pleasure, pomp and plenty,\n Great *** ****, are now your own.\n\nLoosen’d from the minor’s tether,\n Free to mortgage or to sell,\n Wild as wind, and light as feather,\n Bid the sons of thrift farewell.\n\nCall the Betsies, Kates, and Jennies,\n All the names that banish care;\n Lavish of your grandsire’s guineas,\n Show the spirit of an heir.\n\nAll that prey on vice and folly\n Joy to see their quarry fly:\n There the gamester, light and jolly,\n There the lender, grave and sly.\n\nWealth, my lad, was made to wander,\n Let it wander as it will;\n Call the jockey, call the pander,\n Bid them come and take their fill.\n\nWhen the bonny blade carouses,\n Pockets full, and spirits high—\n What are acres? What are houses?\n Only dirt, or wet or dry.\n\nShould the guardian friend or mother\n Tell the woes of wilful waste,\n Scorn their counsel, scorn their pother;—\n You can hang or drown at last!","themes":["death","friendship","home","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_450","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"450","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1709-1784"},{"id":"oxford-451","title":"On the Death of Mr. Robert Levet, a Practiser in Physic","poet":"Samuel Johnson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"CONDEMN’d to Hope’s delusive mine,\n As on we toil from day to day,\n By sudden blasts or slow decline\n Our social comforts drop away.\n\nWell tried through many a varying year,\n See Levet to the grave descend,\n Officious, innocent, sincere,\n Of every friendless name the friend.\n\nYet still he fills affection’s eye,\n Obscurely wise and coarsely kind;\n Nor, lettered Arrogance, deny\n Thy praise to merit unrefined.\n\nWhen fainting nature call’d for aid,\n And hov’ring death prepared the blow,\n His vig’rous remedy display’d\n The power of art without the show.\n\nIn Misery’s darkest cavern known,\n His useful care was ever nigh,\n Where hopeless Anguish pour’d his groan,\n And lonely Want retired to die.\n\nNo summons mock’d by chill delay,\n No petty gain disdain’d by pride;\n The modest wants of every day\n The toil of every day supplied.\n\nHis virtues walk’d their narrow round,\n Nor made a pause, nor left a void;\n And sure th’ Eternal Master found\n The single talent well employ’d.\n\nThe busy day, the peaceful night,\n Unfelt, uncounted, glided by;\n His frame was firm—his powers were bright,\n Though now his eightieth year was nigh.\n\nThen with no fiery throbbing pain,\n No cold gradations of decay,\n Death broke at once the vital chain,\n And freed his soul the nearest way.","themes":["hope","spirituality","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_451","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"451","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1709-1784"},{"id":"oxford-452","title":"Absence","poet":"Richard Jago","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WITH leaden foot Time creeps along\n While Delia is away:\n With her, nor plaintive was the song,\n Nor tedious was the day.\n\nAh, envious Pow’r! reverse my doom;\n Now double thy career,\n Strain ev’ry nerve, stretch ev’ry plume,\n And rest them when she’s here!","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_452","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"452","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1715-1781"},{"id":"oxford-454","title":"The Curse upon Edward","poet":"Thomas Gray","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WEAVE the warp, and weave the woof,\n The winding-sheet of Edward’s race.\n Give ample room, and verge enough\n The characters of hell to trace.\n Mark the year, and mark the night,\n When Severn shall re-echo with affright\n The shrieks of death, thro’ Berkley’s roofs that ring,\n Shrieks of an agonizing King!\n She-wolf of France, with unrelenting fangs,\n That tear’st the bowels of thy mangled mate,\n From thee be born, who o’er thy country hangs\n The scourge of Heav’n. What terrors round him wait!\n Amazement in his van, with Flight combined,\n And Sorrow’s faded form, and Solitude behind.\n\nMighty Victor, mighty Lord!\n Low on his funeral couch he lies!\n No pitying heart, no eye, afford\n A tear to grace his obsequies.\n Is the sable warrior fled?\n Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead.\n The swarm that in thy noon tide beam were born?\n Gone to salute the rising morn.\n Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows,\n While proudly riding o’er the azure realm\n In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes;\n Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm;\n Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind’s sway,\n That, hush’d in grim repose, expects his evening prey,\n\nFill high the sparkling bowl,\n The rich repast prepare;\n Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast:\n Close by the regal chair\n Fell Thirst and Famine scowl\n A baleful smile upon their baffled guest.\n Heard ye the din of battle bray,\n Lance to lance, and horse to horse?\n Long years of havoc urge their destined course,\n And thro’ the kindred squadrons mow their way.\n Ye Towers of Julius, London’s lasting shame,\n With many a foul and midnight murder fed,\n Revere his consort’s faith, his father’s fame,\n And spare the meek usurper’s holy head.\n Above, below, the rose of snow,\n Twined with her blushing foe, we spread:\n The bristled boar in infant-gore\n Wallows beneath the thorny shade.\n Now, brothers, bending o’er th’ accursèd loom\n Stamp we our vengeance deep, and ratify his doom.\n\nEdward, lo! to sudden fate\n (Weave we the woof. The thread is spun)\n Half of thy heart we consecrate.\n (The web is wove. The work is done.)","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_454","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"454","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1716-1771"},{"id":"oxford-455","title":"The Progress of Poesy","poet":"Thomas Gray","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"AWAKE, Æolian lyre, awake,\n And give to rapture all thy trembling strings,\n From Helicon’s harmonious springs\n A thousand rills their mazy progress take:\n The laughing flowers, that round them blow,\n Drink life and fragrance as they flow.\n Now the rich stream of music winds along\n Deep, majestic, smooth and strong,\n Thro’ verdant vales, and Ceres’ golden reign:\n Now rolling down the steep amain,\n Headlong, impetuous, see it pour;\n The rocks and nodding groves rebellow to the roar.\n\nO Sovereign of the willing soul,\n Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs,\n Enchanting shell! the sullen Cares\n And frantic Passions hear thy soft controul.\n On Thracia’s hills the Lord of War\n Has curb’d the fury of his car,\n And dropp’d his thirsty lance at thy command.\n Perching on the sceptred hand\n Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather’d king\n With ruffled plumes and flagging wing:\n Quench’d in dark clouds of slumber lie\n The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.\n\nThee the voice, the dance, obey,\n Temper’d to thy warbled lay.\n O’er Idalia’s velvet-green\n The rosy-crownèd Loves are seen\n On Cytherea’s day\n With antic Sports, and blue-eyed Pleasures,\n Frisking light in frolic measures;\n Now pursuing, now retreating,\n Now in circling troops they meet:\n To brisk notes in cadence beating,\n Glance their many-twinkling feet.\n Slow melting strains their Queen’s approach declare:\n Where’er she turns the Graces homage pay.\n With arms sublime, that float upon the air,\n In gliding state she wins her easy way:\n O’er her warm cheek and rising bosom move\n The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.\n\nMan’s feeble race what ills await,\n Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain,\n Disease, and Sorrow’s weeping train,\n And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate!\n The fond complaint, my song, disprove\n And justify the laws of Jove.\n Say, has he giv’n in vain the heav’nly Muse?\n Night, and all her sickly dews,\n Her spectres wan, and birds of boding cry,\n He gives to range the dreary sky:\n Till down the eastern cliffs afar\n Hyperion’s march they spy, and glitt’ring shafts of war.\n\nIn climes beyond the solar road,\n Where shaggy forms o’er ice-built mountains roam,\n The Muse has broke the twilight gloom\n To cheer the shiv’ring native’s dull abode.\n And oft, beneath the od’rous shade\n Of Chili’s boundless forests laid,\n She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat\n In loose numbers wildly sweet\n Their feather-cinctured chiefs, and dusky loves.\n Her track, where’er the Goddess roves,\n Glory pursue and generous Shame,\n Th’ unconquerable Mind, and Freedom’s holy flame.\n\nWoods, that wave o’er Delphi’s steep,\n Isles, that crown th’ Ægean deep,\n Fields, that cool Ilissus laves,\n Or where Mæander’s amber waves\n In lingering lab’rinths creep,\n How do your tuneful echoes languish,\n Mute, but to the voice of anguish?\n Where each old poetic mountain\n Inspiration breathed around:\n Ev’ry shade and hallow’d fountain\n Murmur’d deep a solemn sound:\n Till the sad Nine, in Greece’s evil hour,\n Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains.\n Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Power,\n And coward Vice, that revels in her chains.\n When Latium had her lofty spirit lost,\n They sought, O Albion! next thy sea-encircled coast.\n\nFar from the sun and summer gale,\n In thy green lap was Nature’s darling laid,\n What time, where lucid Avon stray’d,\n To Him the mighty mother did unveil\n Her awful face: the dauntless child\n Stretch’d forth his little arms, and smiled.\n This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear\n Richly paint the vernal year:\n Thine too these golden keys, immortal boy!\n This can unlock the gates of joy;\n Of horror that, and thrilling fears,\n Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.\n\nNor second he, that rode sublime\n Upon the seraph-wings of Ecstasy,\n The secrets of th’ abyss to spy.\n He pass’d the flaming bounds of place and time:\n The living Throne, the sapphire-blaze,\n Where Angels tremble while they gaze,\n He saw; but blasted with excess of light,\n Closed his eyes in endless night.\n Behold, where Dryden’s less presumptuous car,\n Wide o’er the fields of glory bear\n Two coursers of ethereal race,\n With necks in thunder clothed, and long-resounding pace.\n\nHark, his hands the lyre explore!\n Bright-eyed Fancy hovering o’er\n Scatters from her pictured urn\n Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.\n But ah! ’tis heard no more——\n O Lyre divine! what daring Spirit\n Wakes thee now? Tho’ he inherit\n Nor the pride, nor ample pinion,\n That the Theban eagle bear\n Sailing with supreme dominion\n Thro’ the azure deep of air:\n Yet oft before his infant eyes would run\n Such forms as glitter in the Muse’s ray,\n With orient hues, unborrow’d of the Sun:\n Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way\n Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate,\n Beneath the Good how far—but far above the Great.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_455","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"455","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1716-1771"},{"id":"oxford-457","title":"Ode to Simplicity","poet":"William Collins","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O THOU, by Nature taught\n To breathe her genuine thought\n In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong:\n Who first on mountains wild,\n In Fancy, loveliest child,\n Thy babe and Pleasure’s, nursed the pow’rs of song!\n\nThou, who with hermit heart\n Disdain’st the wealth of art,\n And gauds, and pageant weeds, and trailing pall:\n But com’st a decent maid,\n In Attic robe array’d,\n O chaste, unboastful nymph, to thee I call!\n\nBy all the honey’d store\n On Hybla’s thymy shore,\n By all her blooms and mingled murmurs dear,\n By her whose love-lorn woe,\n In evening musings slow,\n Soothed sweetly sad Electra’s poet’s ear:\n\nBy old Cephisus deep,\n Who spread his wavy sweep\n In warbled wand’rings round thy green retreat;\n On whose enamell’d side,\n When holy Freedom died,\n No equal haunt allured thy future feet!\n\nO sister meek of Truth,\n To my admiring youth\n Thy sober aid and native charms infuse!\n The flow’rs that sweetest breathe,\n Though beauty cull’d the wreath,\n Still ask thy hand to range their order’d hues.\n\nWhile Rome could none esteem,\n But virtue’s patriot theme,\n You loved her hills, and led her laureate band;\n But stay’d to sing alone\n To one distinguish’d throne,\n And turn’d thy face, and fled her alter’d land.\n\nNo more, in hall or bow’r,\n The passions own thy pow’r.\n Love, only Love her forceless numbers mean;\n For thou hast left her shrine,\n Nor olive more, nor vine,\n Shall gain thy feet to bless the servile scene.\n\nThough taste, though genius bless\n To some divine excess,\n Faint’s the cold work till thou inspire the whole;\n What each, what all supply,\n May court, may charm our eye,\n Thou, only thou, canst raise the meeting soul!\n\nOf these let others ask,\n To aid some mighty task,\n I only seek to find thy temperate vale;\n Where oft my reed might sound\n To maids and shepherds round,\n And all thy sons, O Nature, learn my tale.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_457","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"457","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1721-1759"},{"id":"oxford-460","title":"Fidele","poet":"William Collins","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"TO fair Fidele’s grassy tomb\n Soft maids and village hinds shall bring\n Each opening sweet of earliest bloom,\n And rifle all the breathing Spring.\n\nNo wailing ghost shall dare appear\n To vex with shrieks this quiet grove;\n But shepherd lads assemble here,\n And melting virgins own their love.\n\nNo wither’d witch shall here be seen,\n No goblins lead their nightly crew;\n The female fays shall haunt the green,\n And dress thy grave with pearly dew.\n\nThe redbreast oft at evening hours\n Shall kindly lend his little aid,\n With hoary moss, and gather’d flowers,\n To deck the ground where thou art laid.\n\nWhen howling winds, and beating rain,\n In tempests shake thy sylvan cell;\n Or ’midst the chase, on every plain,\n The tender thought on thee shall dwell;\n\nEach lonely scene shall thee restore,\n For thee the tear be duly shed;\n Beloved, till life can charm no more;\n And mourn’d, till Pity’s self be dead.","themes":["love","nature","grief","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_460","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"460","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1721-1759"},{"id":"oxford-461","title":"Amoret","poet":"Mark Akenside","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IF rightly tuneful bards decide,\n If it be fix’d in Love’s decrees,\n That Beauty ought not to be tried\n But by its native power to please,\n Then tell me, youths and lovers, tell—\n What fair can Amoret excel?\n\nBehold that bright unsullied smile,\n And wisdom speaking in her mien:\n Yet—she so artless all the while,\n So little studious to be seen—\n We naught but instant gladness know,\n Nor think to whom the gift we owe.\n\nBut neither music, nor the powers\n Of youth and mirth and frolic cheer,\n Add half the sunshine to the hours,\n Or make life’s prospect half so clear,\n As memory brings it to the eye\n From scenes where Amoret was by.\n\nThis, sure, is Beauty’s happiest part;\n This gives the most unbounded sway;\n This shall enchant the subject heart\n When rose and lily fade away;\n And she be still, in spite of Time,\n Sweet Amoret in all her prime.","themes":["love","nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_461","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"461","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1721-1770"},{"id":"oxford-462","title":"The Complaint","poet":"Mark Akenside","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"AWAY! away!\n Tempt me no more, insidious Love:\n Thy soothing sway\n Long did my youthful bosom prove:\n At length thy treason is discerned,\n At length some dear-bought caution earn’d:\n Away! nor hope my riper age to move.\n\nI know, I see\n Her merit. Needs it now be shown,\n Alas! to me?\n How often, to myself unknown,\n The graceful, gentle, virtuous maid\n Have I admired! How often said—\n What joy to call a heart like hers one’s own!\n\nBut, flattering god,\n O squanderer of content and ease\n In thy abode\n Will care’s rude lesson learn to please?\n O say, deceiver, hast thou won\n Proud Fortune to attend thy throne,\n Or placed thy friends above her stern decrees?","themes":["love","hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_462","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"462","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1721-1770"},{"id":"oxford-463","title":"The Nightingale","poet":"Mark Akenside","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"TO-night retired, the queen of heaven\n With young Endymion stays;\n And now to Hesper it is given\n Awhile to rule the vacant sky,\n Till she shall to her lamp supply\n A stream of brighter rays.\n\nPropitious send thy golden ray,\n Thou purest light above!\n Let no false flame seduce to stray\n Where gulf or steep lie hid for harm;\n But lead where music’s healing charm\n May soothe afflicted love.\n\nTo them, by many a grateful song\n In happier seasons vow’d,\n These lawns, Olympia’s haunts, belong:\n Oft by yon silver stream we walk’d,\n Or fix’d, while Philomela talk’d,\n Beneath yon copses stood.\n\nNor seldom, where the beechen boughs\n That roofless tower invade,\n We came, while her enchanting Muse\n The radiant moon above us held:\n Till, by a clamorous owl compell’d,\n She fled the solemn shade.\n\nBut hark! I hear her liquid tone!\n Now Hesper guide my feet!\n Down the red marl with moss o’ergrown,\n Through yon wild thicket next the plain,\n Whose hawthorns choke the winding lane\n Which leads to her retreat.\n\nSee the green space: on either hand\n Enlarged it spreads around:\n See, in the midst she takes her stand,\n Where one old oak his awful shade\n Extends o’er half the level mead,\n Enclosed in woods profound.\n\nHark! how through many a melting note\n She now prolongs her lays:\n How sweetly down the void they float!\n The breeze their magic path attends;\n The stars shine out; the forest bends;\n The wakeful heifers graze.\n\nWhoe’er thou art whom chance may bring\n To this sequester’d spot,\n If then the plaintive Siren sing,\n O softly tread beneath her bower\n And think of Heaven’s disposing power,\n Of man’s uncertain lot.\n\nO think, o’er all this mortal stage\n What mournful scenes arise:\n What ruin waits on kingly rage;\n How often virtue dwells with woe;\n How many griefs from knowledge flow;\n How swiftly pleasure flies!\n\nO sacred bird! let me at eve,\n Thus wandering all alone,\n Thy tender counsel oft receive,\n Bear witness to thy pensive airs,\n And pity Nature’s common cares,\n Till I forget my own.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_463","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"463","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1721-1770"},{"id":"oxford-464","title":"To Leven Water","poet":"Tobias George Smollett","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"PURE stream, in whose transparent wave\n My youthful limbs I wont to lave;\n No torrents stain thy limpid source,\n No rocks impede thy dimpling course\n Devolving from thy parent lake\n A charming maze thy waters make\n By bowers of birch and groves of pine\n And edges flower’d with eglantine.\n\nStill on thy banks so gaily green\n May numerous herds and flocks be seen,\n And lasses chanting o’er the pail,\n And shepherds piping in the dale,\n And ancient faith that knows no guile,\n And industry embrown’d with toil,\n And hearts resolved and hands prepared\n The blessings they enjoy to guard.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_464","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"464","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1721-1771"},{"id":"oxford-465","title":"Song to David","poet":"Christopher Smart","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SUBLIME—invention ever young,\n Of vast conception, tow’ring tongue\n To God th’ eternal theme;\n Notes from yon exaltations caught,\n Unrivall’d royalty of thought\n O’er meaner strains supreme.\n\nHis muse, bright angel of his verse,\n Gives balm for all the thorns that pierce,\n For all the pangs that rage;\n Blest light still gaining on the gloom,\n The more than Michal of his bloom,\n Th’ Abishag of his age.\n\nHe sang of God—the mighty source\n Of all things—the stupendous force\n On which all strength depends;\n From whose right arm, beneath whose eyes,\n All period, power, and enterprise\n Commences, reigns, and ends.\n\nTell them, I am, Jehovah said\n To Moses; while earth heard in dread,\n And, smitten to the heart,\n At once above, beneath, around,\n All Nature, without voice or sound,\n Replied, O Lord, Thou art.\n\nThe world, the clustering spheres, He made;\n The glorious light, the soothing shade,\n Dale, champaign, grove, and hill;\n The multitudinous abyss,\n Where Secrecy remains in bliss,\n And Wisdom hides her skill.\n\nThe pillars of the Lord are seven,\n Which stand from earth to topmost heaven;\n His Wisdom drew the plan;\n His Word accomplished the design,\n From brightest gem to deepest mine;\n From Christ enthroned, to Man.\n\nFor Adoration all the ranks\n Of Angels yield eternal thanks,\n And David in the midst;\n With God’s good poor, which, last and least\n In man’s esteem, Thou to Thy feast,\n O blessèd Bridegroom, bidd’st!\n\nFor Adoration, David’s Psalms\n Lift up the heart to deeds of alms;\n And he, who kneels and chants,\n Prevails his passions to control,\n Finds meat and medicine to the soul,\n Which for translation pants.\n\nFor Adoration, in the dome\n Of Christ, the sparrows find a home,\n And on His olives perch:\n The swallow also dwells with thee,\n O man of God’s humility,\n Within his Saviour’s church.\n\nSweet is the dew that falls betimes,\n And drops upon the leafy limes;\n Sweet, Hermon’s fragrant air:\n Sweet is the lily’s silver bell,\n And sweet the wakeful tapers’ smell\n That watch for early prayer.\n\nSweet the young nurse, with love intense,\n Which smiles o’er sleeping innocence;\n Sweet, when the lost arrive:\n Sweet the musician’s ardour beats,\n While his vague mind’s in quest of sweets,\n The choicest flowers to hive.\n\nStrong is the horse upon his speed;\n Strong in pursuit the rapid glede,\n Which makes at once his game:\n Strong the tall ostrich on the ground;\n Strong through the turbulent profound\n Shoots Xiphias to his aim.\n\nStrong is the lion—like a coal\n His eyeball,—like a bastion’s mole\n His chest against the foes:\n Strong the gier-eagle on his sail;\n Strong against tide th’ enormous whale\n Emerges as he goes.\n\nBut stronger still, in earth and air,\n And in the sea, the man of prayer,\n And far beneath the tide:\n And in the seat to faith assigned,\n Where ask is have, where seek is find,\n Where knock is open wide.\n\nPrecious the penitential tear;\n And precious is the sigh sincere,\n Acceptable to God:\n And precious are the winning flowers,\n In gladsome Israel’s feast of bowers\n Bound on the hallow’d sod.\n\nGlorious the sun in mid career;\n Glorious th’ assembled fires appear;\n Glorious the comet’s train:\n Glorious the trumpet and alarm;\n Glorious the Almighty’s stretch’d-out arm;\n Glorious th’ enraptured main:\n\nGLORIOUS the northern lights astream;\n Glorious the song, when God’s the theme;\n Glorious the thunder’s roar:\n Glorious Hosanna from the den;\n Glorious the catholic Amen;\n Glorious the martyr’s gore:\n\nGlorious—more glorious—is the crown\n Of Him that brought salvation down,\n By meekness call’d thy Son:\n Thou that stupendous truth believed;—\n And now the matchless deed’s achieved,\n Determined, dared, and done!","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_465","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"465","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1722-1770"},{"id":"oxford-468","title":"Memory","poet":"Oliver Goldsmith","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O MEMORY, thou fond deceiver,\n Still importunate and vain,\n To former joys recurring ever,\n And turning all the past to pain:\n\nThou, like the world, th’ oppress’d oppressing,\n Thy smiles increase the wretch’s woe:\n And he who wants each other blessing\n In thee must ever find a foe.","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_468","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"468","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1728-1774"},{"id":"oxford-472","title":"An Epitaph","poet":"James Beattie","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"LIKE thee I once have stemm’d the sea of life,\n Like thee have languish’d after empty joys,\n Like thee have labour’d in the stormy strife,\n Been grieved for trifles, and amused with toys.\n\nForget my frailties; thou art also frail:\n Forgive my lapses; for thyself may’st fall:\n Nor read unmoved my artless tender tale—\n I was a friend, O man, to thee, to all.","themes":["friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_472","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"472","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1735-1803"},{"id":"oxford-473","title":"Ca’ the Yowes to the Knowes","poet":"Isobel Pagan","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"CA’ the yowes to the knowes,\n Ca’ them where the heather grows,\n Ca’ them where the burnie rows,\n My bonnie dearie.\n\nAs I gaed down the water side,\n There I met my shepherd lad;\n He row’d me sweetly in his plaid,\n And he ca’d me his dearie.\n\n‘Will ye gang down the water side,\n And see the waves sae sweetly glide\n Beneath the hazels spreading wide?\n The moon it shines fu’ clearly.’\n\n‘I WAS bred up at nae sic school,\n My shepherd lad, to play the fool,\n And a’ the day to sit in dool,\n And naebody to see me.’\n\n‘Ye sall get gowns and ribbons meet,\n Cauf-leather shoon upon your feet,\n And in my arms ye’se lie and sleep,\n And ye sall be my dearie.’\n\n‘If ye’ll but stand to what ye’ve said,\n I’se gang wi’ you, my shepherd lad,\n And ye may row me in your plaid,\n And I sall be your dearie.’\n\n‘While waters wimple to the sea,\n While day blinks in the lift sae hie,\n Till clay-cauld death sail blin’ my e’e,\n Ye aye sall be my dearie!’","themes":["death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_473","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"473","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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I know not what thou art,\n But know that thou and I must part;\n And when, or how, or where we met,\n I own to me’s a secret yet.\n But this I know, when thou art fled,\n Where’er they lay these limbs, this head,\n No clod so valueless shall be\n As all that then remains of me.\n O whither, whither dost thou fly?\n Where bend unseen thy trackless course?\n And in this strange divorce,\n Ah, tell where I must seek this compound I?\n To the vast ocean of empyreal flame\n From whence thy essence came\n Dost thou thy flight pursue, when freed\n From matter’s base encumbering weed?\n Or dost thou, hid from sight,\n Wait, like some spell-bound knight,\n Through blank oblivious years th’ appointed hour\n To break thy trance and reassume thy power?\n Yet canst thou without thought or feeling be?\n O say, what art thou, when no more thou’rt thee?\n\nLife! we have been long together,\n Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;\n ’Tis hard to part when friends are dear;\n Perhaps ’twill cost a sigh, a tear;—\n Then steal away, give little warning,\n Choose thine own time;\n Say not Good-night, but in some brighter clime\n Bid me Good-morning!","themes":["love","time","night","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_474","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"474","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1743-1825"},{"id":"oxford-476","title":"To the Cuckoo","poet":"John Logan","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove!\n Thou messenger of Spring!\n Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat,\n And woods thy welcome ring.\n\nWhat time the daisy decks the green,\n Thy certain voice we hear:\n Hast thou a star to guide thy path,\n Or mark the rolling year?\n\nDelightful visitant! with thee\n I hail the time of flowers,\n And hear the sound of music sweet\n From birds among the bowers.\n\nThe schoolboy, wand’ring through the wood\n To pull the primrose gay,\n Starts, the new voice of Spring to hear,\n And imitates thy lay.\n\nWhat time the pea puts on the bloom,\n Thou fli’st thy vocal vale,\n An annual guest in other lands,\n Another Spring to hail.\n\nSweet bird! thy bower is ever green,\n Thy sky is ever clear;\n Thou hast no sorrow in thy song,\n No Winter in thy year!\n\nO could I fly, I’d fly with thee!\n We’d make, with joyful wing,\n Our annual visit o’er the globe,\n Companions of the Spring.","themes":["nature","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_476","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"476","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1748-1788"},{"id":"oxford-478","title":"Epigram","poet":"Sir William Jones","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ON parent knees, a naked new-born child,\n Weeping thou sat’st while all around thee smiled:\n So live, that sinking to thy life’s last sleep,\n Calm thou may’st smile, whilst all around thee weep.","themes":["grief","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_478","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"478","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1746-1794"},{"id":"oxford-479","title":"Song from Ælla","poet":"Thomas Chatterton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O SING unto my roundelay,\n O drop the briny tear with me;\n Dance no more at holyday,\n Like a running river be:\n My love is dead,\n Gone to his death-bed\n All under the willow-tree.\n\nBlack his cryne as the winter night,\n White his rode as the summer snow,\n Red his face as the morning light,\n Cold he lies in the grave below:\n My love is dead,\n Gone to his death-bed\n All under the willow-tree.\n\nSweet his tongue as the throstle’s note,\n Quick in dance as thought can be,\n Deft his tabor, cudgel stout;\n O he lies by the willow-tree!\n My love is dead,\n Gone to his death-bed\n All under the willow-tree.\n\nHark! the raven flaps his wing\n In the brier’d dell below;\n Hark! the death-owl loud doth sing\n To the nightmares, as they go:\n My love is dead,\n Gone to his death-bed\n All under the willow-tree.\n\nSee! the white moon shines on high;\n Whiter is my true-love’s shroud:\n Whiter than the morning sky,\n Whiter than the evening cloud:\n My love is dead,\n Gone to his death-bed\n All under the willow-tree.\n\nHere upon my true-love’s grave\n Shall the barren flowers be laid;\n Not one holy saint to save\n All the coldness of a maid:\n My love is dead,\n Gone to his death-bed\n All under the willow-tree.\n\nWith my hands I’ll dent the briers\n Round his holy corse to gre:\n Ouph and fairy, light your fires,\n Here my body still shall be:\n My love is dead,\n Gone to his death-bed\n All under the willow-tree.\n\nCOME, with acorn-cup and thorn,\n Drain my heartès blood away;\n Life and all its good I scorn,\n Dance by night, or feast by day:\n My love is dead,\n Gone to his death-bed\n All under the willow-tree.","themes":["love","nature","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_479","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"479","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1752-1770"},{"id":"oxford-480","title":"Meeting","poet":"George Crabbe","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"MY Damon was the first to wake\n The gentle flame that cannot die;\n My Damon is the last to take\n The faithful bosom’s softest sigh:\n The life between is nothing worth,\n O cast it from thy thought away!\n Think of the day that gave it birth,\n And this its sweet returning day.\n\nBuried be all that has been done,\n Or say that naught is done amiss;\n For who the dangerous path can shun\n In such bewildering world as this?\n But love can every fault forgive,\n Or with a tender look reprove;\n And now let naught in memory live\n But that we meet, and that we love.","themes":["love","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_480","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"480","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1754-1832"},{"id":"oxford-481","title":"Late Wisdom","poet":"George Crabbe","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WE’ve trod the maze of error round,\n Long wandering in the winding glade;\n And now the torch of truth is found,\n It only shows us where we strayed:\n By long experience taught, we know—\n Can rightly judge of friends and foes;\n Can all the worth of these allow,\n And all the faults discern in those.\n\nNow, ’tis our boast that we can quell\n The wildest passions in their rage,\n Can their destructive force repel,\n And their impetuous wrath assuage.—\n Ah, Virtue! dost thou arm when now\n This bold rebellious race are fled?\n When all these tyrants rest, and thou\n Art warring with the mighty dead?","themes":["death","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_481","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"481","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1754-1832"},{"id":"oxford-482","title":"A Marriage Ring","poet":"George Crabbe","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE ring, so worn as you behold,\n So thin, so pale, is yet of gold:\n The passion such it was to prove—\n Worn with life’s care, love yet was love.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_482","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"482","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1754-1832"},{"id":"oxford-485","title":"Song","poet":"William Blake","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"MY silks and fine array,\n My smiles and languish’d air,\n By Love are driven away;\n And mournful lean Despair\n Brings me yew to deck my grave:\n Such end true lovers have.\n\nHis face is fair as heaven\n When springing buds unfold:\n O why to him was’t given,\n Whose heart is wintry cold?\n His breast is Love’s all-worshipp’d tomb,\n Where all Love’s pilgrims come.\n\nBring me an axe and spade,\n Bring me a winding-sheet;\n When I my grave have made,\n Let winds and tempests beat:\n Then down I’ll lie, as cold as clay:\n True love doth pass away!","themes":["love","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_485","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"485","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1757-1827"},{"id":"oxford-494","title":"Jean","poet":"Robert Burns","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"OF a’ the airts the wind can blaw,\n I dearly like the west,\n For there the bonnie lassie lives,\n The lassie I lo’e best:\n There wild woods grow, and rivers row,\n And monie a hill between;\n But day and night my fancy’s flight\n Is ever wi’ my Jean.\n\nI see her in the dewy flowers,\n I see her sweet and fair:\n I hear her in the tunefu’ birds,\n I hear her charm the air:\n There’s not a bonnie flower that springs\n By fountain, shaw, or green;\n There’s not a bonnie bird that sings,\n But minds me o’ my Jean.","themes":["nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_494","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"494","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1759-1796"},{"id":"oxford-495","title":"Auld Lang Syne","poet":"Robert Burns","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot,\n And never brought to min’?\n Should auld acquaintance be forgot,\n And days o’ lang syne?\n\nWe twa hae rin about the braes,\n And pu’d the gowans fine;\n But we’ve wandered monie a weary fit\n Sin’ auld lang syne.\n\nWe twa hae paidl’t i’ the burn,\n Frae mornin’ sun till dine;\n But seas between us braid hae roar’d\n Sin’ auld lang syne.\n\nAnd here’s a hand, my trusty fiere,\n And gie’s a hand o’ thine;\n And we’ll tak a right guid-willie waught\n For auld lang syne.\n\nAnd surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp,\n And surely I’ll be mine;\n And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet\n For auld lang syne!\n\nFor auld lang syne, my dear,\n For auld lang syne,\n We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet\n For auld lang syne.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_495","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"495","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1759-1796"},{"id":"oxford-498","title":"The Banks o’ Doon","poet":"Robert Burns","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"YE flowery banks o’ bonnie Doon,\n How can ye blume sae fair!\n How can ye chant, ye little birds,\n And I sae fu’ o’ care!\n\nThou’ll break my heart, thou bonnie bird,\n That sings upon the bough;\n Thou minds me o’ the happy days\n When my fause luve was true.\n\nThou’ll break my heart, thou bonnie bird,\n That sings beside thy mate;\n For sae I sat, and sae I sang,\n And wistna o’ my fate.\n\nAft hae I roved by bonnie Doon,\n To see the woodbine twine;\n And ilka bird sang o’ its luve,\n And sae did I o’ mine.\n\nWi’ lightsome heart I pu’d a rose\n Upon a morn in June;\n And sae I flourish’d on the morn,\n And sae was pu’d or’ noon.\n\nWi’ lightsome heart I pu’d a rose\n Upon its thorny tree;\n But my fause luver staw my rose,\n And left the thorn wi’ me.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_498","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"498","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1759-1796"},{"id":"oxford-499","title":"Ae Fond Kiss","poet":"Robert Burns","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"AE fond kiss, and then we sever;\n Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!\n Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee,\n Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee!\n\nWho shall say that Fortune grieves him\n While the star of hope she leaves him?\n Me, nae cheerfu’ twinkle lights me,\n Dark despair around benights me.\n\nI’ll ne’er blame my partial fancy;\n Naething could resist my Nancy;\n But to see her was to love her,\n Love but her, and love for ever.\n\nHad we never loved sae kindly,\n Had we never loved sae blindly,\n Never met—or never parted,\n We had ne’er been broken-hearted.\n\nFare thee weel, thou first and fairest!\n Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest!\n Thine be ilka joy and treasure,\n Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure!\n\nAe fond kiss, and then we sever!\n Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!\n Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee,\n Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee!","themes":["love","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_499","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"499","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1759-1796"},{"id":"oxford-502","title":"O were my Love yon Lilac fair","poet":"Robert Burns","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O WERE my Love yon lilac fair,\n Wi’ purple blossoms to the spring,\n And I a bird to shelter there,\n When wearied on my little wing;\n How I wad mourn when it was torn\n By autumn wild and winter rude!\n But I wad sing on wanton wing\n When youthfu’ May its bloom renew’d.\n\nO gin my Love were yon red rose\n That grows upon the castle wa’,\n And I mysel a drap o’ dew,\n Into her bonnie breast to fa’;\n O there, beyond expression blest,\n I’d feast on beauty a’ the night;\n Seal’d on her silk-saft faulds to rest,\n Till fley’d awa’ by Phœbus’ light.","themes":["love","nature","grief","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_502","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"502","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1759-1796"},{"id":"oxford-505","title":"The Farewell","poet":"Robert Burns","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IT was a’ for our rightfu’ King\n We left fair Scotland’s strand;\n It was a’ for our rightfu’ King\n We e’er saw Irish land,\n My dear—\n We e’er saw Irish land.\n\nNow a’ is done that men can do,\n And a’ is done in vain;\n My love and native land, farewell,\n For I maun cross the main,\n My dear—\n For I maun cross the main.\n\nHe turn’d him right and round about\n Upon the Irish shore;\n And gae his bridle-reins a shake,\n With, Adieu for evermore,\n My dear—\n With, Adieu for evermore!\n\nThe sodger frae the wars returns,\n The sailor frae the main;\n But I hae parted frae my love,\n Never to meet again,\n My dear—\n Never to meet again.\n\nWhen day is gane, and night is come,\n And a’ folk bound to sleep,\n I think on him that’s far awa’,\n The lee-lang night, and weep,\n My dear—\n The lee-lang night, and weep.","themes":["love","grief","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_505","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"505","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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The Mavis","poet":"Robert Burns","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Ca’ the yowes to the knowes,\n Ca’ them where the heather grows,\n Ca’ them where the burnie rows,\n My bonnie dearie.\n\nHark! the mavis’ evening sang\n Sounding Clouden’s woods amang.\n Then a-faulding let us gang,\n My bonnie dearie.\n\nWe’ll gae down by Clouden side,\n Through the hazels spreading wide,\n O’er the waves that sweetly glide\n To the moon sae clearly.\n\nYonder Clouden’s silent towers,\n Where at moonshine midnight hours\n O’er the dewy bending flowers\n Fairies dance sae cheery.\n\nGhaist nor bogle shalt thou fear;\n Thou’rt to Love and Heaven sae dear,\n Nocht of ill may come thee near,\n My bonnie dearie.\n\nFair and lovely as thou art,\n Thou hast stown my very heart;\n I can die—but canna part,\n My bonnie dearie.\n\nWhile waters wimple to the sea;\n While day blinks in the lift sae hie;\n Till clay-cauld death shall blin’ my e’e,\n Ye shall be my dearie.\n\nCa’ the yowes to the knowes ...","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_506","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"506","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1759-1796"},{"id":"oxford-507","title":"Sun","poet":"Henry Rowe","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ANGEL, king of streaming morn;\n Cherub, call’d by Heav’n to shine;\n T’ orient tread the waste forlorn;\n Guide ætherial, pow’r divine;\n Thou, Lord of all within!\n\nGolden spirit, lamp of day,\n Host, that dips in blood the plain,\n Bids the crimson’d mead be gay,\n Bids the green blood burst the vein;\n Thou, Lord of all within!\n\nSoul, that wraps the globe in light;\n Spirit, beckoning to arise;\n Drives the frowning brow of night,\n Glory bursting o’er the skies;\n Thou, Lord of all within!","themes":["spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_507","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"507","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1750-1819"},{"id":"oxford-508","title":"Moon","poet":"Henry Rowe","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THEE too, modest tressèd maid,\n When thy fallen stars appear;\n When in lawn of fire array’d\n Sov’reign of yon powder’d sphere;\n To thee I chant at close of day,\n Beneath, O maiden Moon! thy ray.\n\nThroned in sapphired ring supreme,\n Pregnant with celestial juice,\n On silver wing thy diamond stream\n Gives what summer hours produce;\n While view’d impearl’d earth’s rich inlay,\n Beneath, O maiden Moon! thy ray.\n\nGlad, pale Cynthian wine I sip,\n Breathed the flow’ry leaves among;\n Draughts delicious wet my lip;\n Drown’d in nectar drunk my song;\n While tuned to Philomel the lay,\n Beneath, O maiden Moon! thy ray.\n\nDew, that od’rous ointment yields,\n Sweets, that western winds disclose,\n Bathing spring’s more purpled fields,\n Soft’s the band that winds the rose;\n While o’er thy myrtled lawns I stray\n Beneath, O maiden Moon! thy ray.","themes":["nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_508","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"508","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1750-1819"},{"id":"oxford-509","title":"Time and Grief","poet":"William Lisle Bowles","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O TIME! who know’st a lenient hand to lay\n Softest on sorrow’s wound, and slowly thence\n (Lulling to sad repose the weary sense)\n The faint pang stealest unperceived away;\n On thee I rest my only hope at last,\n And think, when thou hast dried the bitter tear\n That flows in vain o’er all my soul held dear,\n I may look back on every sorrow past,\n And meet life’s peaceful evening with a smile:\n As some lone bird, at day’s departing hour,\n Sings in the sunbeam, of the transient shower\n Forgetful, though its wings are wet the while:—\n Yet ah! how much must this poor heart endure,\n Which hopes from thee, and thee alone, a cure!","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_509","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"509","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1762-1850"},{"id":"oxford-510","title":"The Outlaw’s Song","poet":"Joanna Baillie","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE chough and crow to roost are gone,\n The owl sits on the tree,\n The hush’d wind wails with feeble moan,\n Like infant charity.\n The wild-fire dances on the fen,\n The red star sheds its ray;\n Uprouse ye then, my merry men!\n It is our op’ning day.\n\nBoth child and nurse are fast asleep,\n And closed is every flower,\n And winking tapers faintly peep\n High from my lady’s bower;\n Bewilder’d hinds with shorten’d ken\n Shrink on their murky way;\n Uprouse ye then, my merry men!\n It is our op’ning day.\n\nNor board nor garner own we now,\n Nor roof nor latchèd door,\n Nor kind mate, bound by holy vow\n To bless a good man’s store;\n Noon lulls us in a gloomy den,\n And night is grown our day;\n Uprouse ye then, my merry men!\n And use it as ye may.","themes":["nature","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_510","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"510","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1762-1851"},{"id":"oxford-511","title":"A Child","poet":"Mary Lamb","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"A CHILD’s a plaything for an hour;\n Its pretty tricks we try\n For that or for a longer space—\n Then tire, and lay it by.\n\nBut I knew one that to itself\n All seasons could control;\n That would have mock’d the sense of pain\n Out of a grievèd soul.\n\nThou straggler into loving arms,\n Young climber-up of knees,\n When I forget thy thousand ways\n Then life and all shall cease.","themes":["spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_511","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"511","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1765-1847"},{"id":"oxford-512","title":"The Land o’ the Leal","poet":"Carolina Nairne","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I’m wearin’ awa’, John\n Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, John,\n I’m wearin’ awa’\n To the land o’ the leal.\n There’s nae sorrow there, John,\n There’s neither cauld nor care, John,\n The day is aye fair\n In the land o’ the leal.\n\nOur bonnie bairn’s there, John,\n She was baith gude and fair, John;\n And O! we grudged her sair\n To the land o’ the leal.\n But sorrow’s sel’ wears past, John,\n And joy’s a-coming fast, John,\n The joy that’s aye to last\n In the land o’ the leal.\n\nSae dear’s the joy was bought, John,\n Sae free the battle fought, John,\n That sinfu’ man e’er brought\n To the land o’ the leal.\n O, dry your glistening e’e, John!\n My saul langs to be free, John,\n And angels beckon me\n To the land o’ the leal.\n\nO, haud ye leal and true, John!\n Your day it’s wearin’ through, John,\n And I’ll welcome you\n To the land o’ the leal.\n Now fare-ye-weel, my ain John,\n This warld’s cares are vain, John,\n We’ll meet, and we’ll be fain,\n In the land o’ the leal.","themes":["love","grief","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_512","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"512","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1766-1845"},{"id":"oxford-513","title":"A Boy’s Song","poet":"James Hogg","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHERE the pools are bright and deep,\n Where the grey trout lies asleep,\n Up the river and over the lea,\n That’s the way for Billy and me.\n\nWhere the blackbird sings the latest,\n Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest,\n Where the nestlings chirp and flee,\n That’s the way for Billy and me.\n\nWhere the mowers mow the cleanest,\n Where the hay lies thick and greenest,\n There to track the homeward bee,\n That’s the way for Billy and me.\n\nWhere the hazel bank is steepest,\n Where the shadow falls the deepest,\n Where the clustering nuts fall free,\n That’s the way for Billy and me.\n\nWhy the boys should drive away\n Little sweet maidens from the play,\n Or love to banter and fight so well,\n That’s the thing I never could tell.\n\nBut this I know, I love to play\n Through the meadow, among the hay;\n Up the water and over the lea,\n That’s the way for Billy and me.","themes":["love","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_513","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"513","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1770-1835"},{"id":"oxford-514","title":"Kilmeny","poet":"James Hogg","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"BONNIE Kilmeny gaed up the glen;\n But it wasna to meet Duneira’s men,\n Nor the rosy monk of the isle to see,\n For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be.\n It was only to hear the yorlin sing,\n And pu’ the cress-flower round the spring;\n The scarlet hypp and the hindberrye,\n And the nut that hung frae the hazel tree;\n For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be.\n But lang may her minny look o’er the wa’,\n And lang may she seek i’ the green-wood shaw;\n Lang the laird o’ Duneira blame,\n And lang, lang greet or Kilmeny come hame!\n\nWHEN many a day had come and fled,\n When grief grew calm, and hope was dead,\n When mess for Kilmeny’s soul had been sung,\n When the bedesman had pray’d and the dead bell rung,\n Late, late in gloamin’ when all was still,\n When the fringe was red on the westlin hill,\n The wood was sere, the moon i’ the wane,\n The reek o’ the cot hung over the plain,\n Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane;\n When the ingle low’d wi’ an eiry leme,\n Late, late in the gloamin’ Kilmeny came hame!\n\n‘Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been?\n Lang hae we sought baith holt and den;\n By linn, by ford, and green-wood tree,\n Yet you are halesome and fair to see.\n Where gat you that joup o’ the lily scheen?\n That bonnie snood of the birk sae green?\n And these roses, the fairest that ever were seen?\n Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been?’\n\nKilmeny look’d up with a lovely grace,\n But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny’s face;\n As still was her look, and as still was her e’e,\n As the stillness that lay on the emerant lea,\n Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea.\n For Kilmeny had been, she knew not where,\n And Kilmeny had seen what she could not declare;\n Kilmeny had been where the cock never crew,\n Where the rain never fell, and the wind never blew.\n But it seem’d as the harp of the sky had rung,\n And the airs of heaven play’d round her tongue,\n\nWHEN she spake of the lovely forms she had seen,\n And a land where sin had never been;\n A land of love and a land of light,\n Withouten sun, or moon, or night;\n Where the river swa’d a living stream,\n And the light a pure celestial beam;\n The land of vision, it would seem,\n A still, an everlasting dream.\n\nIn yon green-wood there is a waik,\n And in that waik there is a wene,\n And in that wene there is a maike,\n That neither has flesh, blood, nor bane;\n And down in yon green-wood he walks his lane.\n\nIn that green wene Kilmeny lay,\n Her bosom happ’d wi’ flowerets gay;\n But the air was soft and the silence deep,\n And bonnie Kilmeny fell sound asleep.\n She kenn’d nae mair, nor open’d her e’e,\n Till waked by the hymns of a far countrye.\n\nShe ‘waken’d on a couch of the silk sae slim,\n All striped wi’ the bars of the rainbow’s rim;\n And lovely beings round were rife,\n Who erst had travell’d mortal life;\n And aye they smiled and ’gan to speer,\n ‘What spirit has brought this mortal here?’—\n\n‘Lang have I journey’d, the world wide,’\n A meek and reverend fere replied;\n ‘Baith night and day I have watch’d the fair,\n Eident a thousand years and mair.\n\nYES, I have watch’d o’er ilk degree,\n Wherever blooms femenitye;\n But sinless virgin, free of stain\n In mind and body, fand I nane.\n Never, since the banquet of time,\n Found I a virgin in her prime.\n Till late this bonnie maiden I saw\n As spotless as the morning snaw:\n Full twenty years she has lived as free\n As the spirits that sojourn in this countrye:\n I have brought her away frae the snares of men,\n That sin or death she never may ken.’—\n\nThey clasp’d her waist and her hands sae fair,\n They kiss’d her cheek and they kemed her hair,\n And round came many a blooming fere,\n Saying, ‘Bonnie Kilmeny, ye’re welcome here!\n Women are freed of the littand scorn:\n O blest be the day Kilmeny was born!\n Now shall the land of the spirits see,\n Now shall it ken what a woman may be!\n Many a lang year, in sorrow and pain,\n Many a lang year through the world we’ve gane,\n Commission’d to watch fair womankind,\n For it’s they who nurice the immortal mind.\n We have watch’d their steps as the dawning shone,\n And deep in the green-wood walks alone;\n By lily bower and silken bed,\n The viewless tears have o’er them shed;\n Have soothed their ardent minds to sleep,\n Or left the couch of love to weep.\n\nWE have seen! we have seen! but the time must come,\n And the angels will weep at the day of doom!\n\n‘O would the fairest of mortal kind\n Aye keep the holy truths in mind,\n That kindred spirits their motions see,\n Who watch their ways with anxious e’e,\n And grieve for the guilt of humanitye!\n O, sweet to Heaven the maiden’s prayer,\n And the sigh that heaves a bosom sae fair!\n And dear to Heaven the words of truth,\n And the praise of virtue frae beauty’s mouth!\n And dear to the viewless forms of air,\n The minds that kyth as the body fair!\n\n‘O bonnie Kilmeny! free frae stain,\n If ever you seek the world again,\n That world of sin, of sorrow and fear,\n O tell of the joys that are waiting here;\n And tell of the signs you shall shortly see;\n Of the times that are now, and the times that shall be.’—\n They lifted Kilmeny, they led her away,\n And she walk’d in the light of a sunless day;\n The sky was a dome of crystal bright,\n The fountain of vision, and fountain of light:\n The emerald fields were of dazzling glow,\n And the flowers of everlasting blow.\n Then deep in the stream her body they laid,\n That her youth and beauty never might fade;\n And they smiled on heaven, when they saw her lie\n In the stream of life that wander’d bye.\n And she heard a song, she heard it sung,\n She kenn’d not where; but sae sweetly it rung,\n\nIT fell on the ear like a dream of the morn:\n ‘O, blest be the day Kilmeny was born!\n Now shall the land of the spirits see,\n Now shall it ken what a woman may be!\n The sun that shines on the world sae bright,\n A borrow’d gleid frae the fountain of light;\n And the moon that sleeks the sky sae dun,\n Like a gouden bow, or a beamless sun,\n Shall wear away, and be seen nae mair,\n And the angels shall miss them travelling the air.\n But lang, lang after baith night and day,\n When the sun and the world have elyed away;\n When the sinner has gane to his waesome doom,\n Kilmeny shall smile in eternal bloom!’—\n\nThey bore her away, she wist not how,\n For she felt not arm nor rest below;\n But so swift they wain’d her through the light,\n ’Twas like the motion of sound or sight;\n They seem’d to split the gales of air,\n And yet nor gale nor breeze was there.\n Unnumber’d groves below them grew,\n They came, they pass’d, and backward flew,\n Like floods of blossoms gliding on,\n In moment seen, in moment gone.\n O, never vales to mortal view\n Appear’d like those o’er which they flew!\n That land to human spirits given,\n The lowermost vales of the storied heaven;\n From thence they can view the world below,\n And heaven’s blue gates with sapphires glow,\n More glory yet unmeet to know.\n\nTHEY bore her far to a mountain green,\n To see what mortal never had seen;\n And they seated her high on a purple sward,\n And bade her heed what she saw and heard,\n And note the changes the spirits wrought,\n For now she lived in the land of thought.\n She look’d, and she saw nor sun nor skies,\n But a crystal dome of a thousand dyes:\n She look’d, and she saw nae land aright,\n But an endless whirl of glory and light:\n And radiant beings went and came,\n Far swifter than wind, or the linkèd flame.\n She hid her e’en frae the dazzling view;\n She look’d again, and the scene was new.\n\nShe saw a sun on a summer sky,\n And clouds of amber sailing bye;\n A lovely land beneath her lay,\n And that land had glens and mountains gray;\n And that land had valleys and hoary piles,\n And marlèd seas, and a thousand isles.\n Its fields were speckled, its forests green\n And its lakes were all of the dazzling sheen,\n Like magic mirrors, where slumbering lay\n The sun and the sky and the cloudlet gray;\n Which heaved and trembled, and gently swung,\n On every shore they seem’d to be hung;\n For there they were seen on their downward plain\n A thousand times and a thousand again;\n In winding lake and placid firth,\n Little peaceful heavens in the bosom of earth.\n\nKILMENY sigh’d and seem’d to grieve,\n For she found her heart to that land did cleave;\n She saw the corn wave on the vale,\n She saw the deer run down the dale;\n She saw the plaid and the broad claymore,\n And the brows that the badge of freedom bore;\n And she thought she had seen the land before.\n\nShe saw a lady sit on a throne,\n The fairest that ever the sun shone on!\n A lion lick’d her hand of milk,\n And she held him in a leish of silk;\n And a leifu’ maiden stood at her knee,\n With a silver wand and melting e’e;\n Her sovereign shield till love stole in,\n And poison’d all the fount within.\n\nThen a gruff untoward bedesman came,\n And hundit the lion on his dame;\n And the guardian maid wi’ the dauntless e’e,\n She dropp’d a tear, and left her knee;\n And she saw till the queen frae the lion fled,\n Till the bonniest flower of the world lay dead;\n A coffin was set on a distant plain,\n And she saw the red blood fall like rain;\n Then bonnie Kilmeny’s heart grew sair,\n And she turn’d away, and could look nae mair.\n\nThen the gruff grim carle girn’d amain,\n And they trampled him down, but he rose again;\n And he baited the lion to deeds of weir,\n Till he lapp’d the blood to the kingdom dear;\n\nAND weening his head was danger-preef,\n When crown’d with the rose and clover leaf,\n He gowl’d at the carle, and chased him away\n To feed wi’ the deer on the mountain gray.\n He gowl’d at the carle, and geck’d at Heaven,\n But his mark was set, and his arles given.\n Kilmeny a while her e’en withdrew;\n She look’d again, and the scene was new.\n\nShe saw before her fair unfurl’d\n One half of all the glowing world,\n Where oceans roll’d, and rivers ran,\n To bound the aims of sinful man.\n She saw a people, fierce and fell,\n Burst frae their bounds like fiends of hell;\n Their lilies grew, and the eagle flew;\n And she herkèd on her ravening crew,\n Till the cities and towers were wrapp’d in a blaze,\n And the thunder it roar’d o’er the lands and the seas.\n The widows they wail’d, and the red blood ran,\n And she threatened an end to the race of man;\n She never lened, nor stood in awe,\n Till caught by the lion’s deadly paw.\n O, then the eagle swink’d for life,\n And brainyell’d up a mortal strife;\n But flew she north, or flew she south,\n She met wi’ the gowl o’ the lion’s mouth.\n\nWith a mooted wing and waefu’ maen,\n The eagle sought her eiry again;\n But lang may she cower in her bloody nest,\n And lang, lang sleek her wounded breast,\n\nBEFORE she sey another flight,\n To play with the norland lion’s might.\n\nBut to sing the sights Kilmeny saw,\n So far surpassing nature’s law,\n The singer’s voice wad sink away,\n And the string of his harp wad cease to play.\n But she saw till the sorrows of man were bye,\n And all was love and harmony;\n Till the stars of heaven fell calmly away,\n Like flakes of snaw on a winter day.\n\nThen Kilmeny begg’d again to see\n The friends she had left in her own countrye;\n To tell of the place where she had been,\n And the glories that lay in the land unseen;\n To warn the living maidens fair,\n The loved of Heaven, the spirits’ care,\n That all whose minds unmeled remain\n Shall bloom in beauty when time is gane.\n\nWith distant music, soft and deep,\n They lull’d Kilmeny sound asleep;\n And when she awaken’d, she lay her lane,\n All happ’d with flowers, in the green-wood wene.\n When seven lang years had come and fled,\n When grief was calm, and hope was dead;\n When scarce was remember’d Kilmeny’s name,\n Late, late in a gloamin’ Kilmeny came hame!\n And O, her beauty was fair to see,\n But still and steadfast was her e’e!\n Such beauty bard may never declare,\n For there was no pride nor passion there;\n\nAND the soft desire of maiden’s e’en\n In that mild face could never be seen.\n Her seymar was the lily flower,\n And her cheek the moss-rose in the shower;\n And her voice like the distant melodye,\n That floats along the twilight sea.\n But she loved to raike the lanely glen,\n And keepèd afar frae the haunts of men;\n Her holy hymns unheard to sing,\n To suck the flowers, and drink the spring.\n But wherever her peaceful form appear’d,\n The wild beasts of the hill were cheer’d;\n The wolf play’d blythly round the field,\n The lordly byson low’d and kneel’d;\n The dun deer woo’d with manner bland,\n And cower’d aneath her lily hand.\n And when at even the woodlands rung,\n When hymns of other worlds she sung\n In ecstasy of sweet devotion,\n O, then the glen was all in motion!\n The wild beasts of the forest came,\n Broke from their bughts and faulds the tame,\n And goved around, charm’d and amazed;\n Even the dull cattle croon’d and gazed,\n And murmur’d and look’d with anxious pain\n For something the mystery to explain.\n The buzzard came with the throstle-cock;\n The corby left her houf in the rock;\n The blackbird alang wi’ the eagle flew;\n The hind came tripping o’er the dew;\n\nTHE wolf and the kid their raike began,\n And the tod, and the lamb, and the leveret ran;\n The hawk and the hern attour them hung,\n And the merle and the mavis forhooy’d their young;\n And all in a peaceful ring were hurl’d;\n It was like an eve in a sinless world!\n\nWhen a month and a day had come and gane,\n Kilmeny sought the green-wood wene;\n There laid her down on the leaves sae green,\n And Kilmeny on earth was never mair seen.\n But O, the words that fell from her mouth\n Were words of wonder, and words of truth!\n But all the land were in fear and dread,\n For they kendna whether she was living or dead.\n It wasna her hame, and she couldna remain;\n She left this world of sorrow and pain,\n And return’d to the land of thought again.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_514","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"514","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1770-1835"},{"id":"oxford-515","title":"i","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"STRANGE fits of passion have I known:\n And I will dare to tell,\n But in the lover’s ear alone,\n What once to me befell.\n\nWhen she I loved look’d every day\n Fresh as a rose in June,\n I to her cottage bent my way,\n Beneath an evening moon.\n\nUpon the moon I fix’d my eye,\n All over the wide lea;\n With quickening pace my horse drew nigh\n Those paths so dear to me.\n\nAnd now we reach’d the orchard-plot;\n And, as we climb’d the hill,\n The sinking moon to Lucy’s cot\n Came near and nearer still.\n\nIn one of those sweet dreams I slept,\n Kind Nature’s gentlest boon!\n And all the while my eyes I kept\n On the descending moon.\n\nMy horse moved on; hoof after hoof\n He raised, and never stopp’d:\n When down behind the cottage roof,\n At once, the bright moon dropp’d.\n\nWhat fond and wayward thoughts will slide\n Into a lover’s head!\n ‘O mercy!’ to myself I cried,\n ‘If Lucy should be dead!’","themes":["love","nature","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_515","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"515","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1770-1850"},{"id":"oxford-517","title":"iii","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I TRAVELED among unknown men,\n In lands beyond the sea;\n Nor, England! did I know till then\n What love I bore to thee.\n\n’Tis past, that melancholy dream!\n Nor will I quit thy shore\n A second time; for still I seem\n To love thee more and more.\n\nAmong thy mountains did I feel\n The joy of my desire;\n And she I cherish’d turn’d her wheel\n Beside an English fire.\n\nThy mornings show’d, thy nights conceal’d,\n The bowers where Lucy play’d;\n And thine too is the last green field\n That Lucy’s eyes survey’d.","themes":["love","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_517","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"517","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1770-1850"},{"id":"oxford-520","title":"Upon Westminster Bridge","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"EARTH has not anything to show more fair:\n Dull would he be of soul who could pass by\n A sight so touching in its majesty:\n This City now doth like a garment wear\n The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,\n Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie\n Open unto the fields, and to the sky;\n All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.\n Never did sun more beautifully steep\n In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill;\n Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!\n The river glideth at his own sweet will:\n Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;\n And all that mighty heart is lying still!","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_520","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"520","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1770-1850"},{"id":"oxford-525","title":"iii","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"GREAT men have been among us; hands that penn’d\n And tongues that utter’d wisdom—better none:\n The later Sidney, Marvel, Harrington,\n Young Vane, and others who call’d Milton friend.\n These moralists could act and comprehend:\n They knew how genuine glory was put on;\n Taught us how rightfully a nation shone\n In splendour: what strength was, that would not bend\n But in magnanimous meekness. France, ’tis strange,\n Hath brought forth no such souls as we had then.\n Perpetual emptiness! unceasing change!\n No single volume paramount, no code,\n No master spirit, no determined road;\n But equally a want of books and men!","themes":["friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_525","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"525","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1770-1850"},{"id":"oxford-526","title":"iv","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IT is not to be thought of that the flood\n Of British freedom, which, to the open sea\n Of the world’s praise, from dark antiquity\n Hath flow’d, ‘with pomp of waters, unwithstood,’—\n Roused though it be full often to a mood\n Which spurns the check of salutary bands,—\n That this most famous stream in bogs and sands\n Should perish; and to evil and to good\n Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung\n Armoury of the invincible Knights of old:\n We must be free or die, who speak the tongue\n That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold\n Which Milton held.—In everything we are sprung\n Of Earth’s first blood, have titles manifold.","themes":["time","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_526","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"526","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1770-1850"},{"id":"oxford-533","title":"i","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"NUNS fret not at their convent’s narrow room,\n And hermits are contented with their cells,\n And students with their pensive citadels;\n Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom,\n Sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for bloom,\n High as the highest peak of Furness fells,\n Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells:\n In truth the prison unto which we doom\n Ourselves no prison is: and hence for me,\n In sundry moods, ’twas pastime to be bound\n Within the Sonnet’s scanty plot of ground;\n Pleased if some souls (for such there needs must be)\n Who have felt the weight of too much liberty,\n Should find brief solace there, as I have found.","themes":["freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_533","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"533","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1770-1850"},{"id":"oxford-534","title":"ii","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frown'd,\n       Mindless of its just honours; with this key\n      Shakespeare unlock'd his heart; the melody\n Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound;\n A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound;\n      With it Camöens sooth'd an exile's grief;\n      The Sonnet glitter'd a gay myrtle leaf\n Amid the cypress with which Dante crown'd\n His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp,\n      It cheer'd mild Spenser, call'd from Faery-land\n To struggle through dark ways; and when a damp\n      Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand\n The Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew\n Soul-animating strains—alas, too few!","themes":["love","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_534","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"534","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1770-1850"},{"id":"oxford-537","title":"Desideria","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind\n  I turned to share the transport—O! with whom\n  But Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb,\nThat spot which no vicissitude can find?\nLove, faithful love, recall'd thee to my mind—\n  But how could I forget thee? Through what power,\n  Even for the least division of an hour,\nHave I been so beguiled as to be blind\nTo my most grievous loss?—That thought's return\n  Was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore,\nSave one, one only, when I stood forlorn,\n  Knowing my heart's best treasure was no more;\nThat neither present time, nor years unborn\n  Could to my sight that heavenly face restore.","themes":["love","grief","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_537","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"537","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1770-1850"},{"id":"oxford-538","title":"Valedictory Sonnet to the River Duddon","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I THOUGHT of Thee, my partner and my guide,\n As being pass’d away.—Vain sympathies!\n For, backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes,\n I see what was, and is, and will abide;\n Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide;\n The Form remains, the Function never dies;\n While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise,\n We Men, who in our morn of youth defied\n The elements, must vanish;—be it so!\n Enough, if something from our hands have power\n To live, and act, and serve the future hour;\n And if, as toward the silent tomb we go,\n Through love, through hope, and faith’s transcendent dower,\n We feel that we are greater than we know.","themes":["love","hope","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_538","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"538","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1770-1850"},{"id":"oxford-539","title":"Mutability","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"FROM low to high doth dissolution climb,\n And sink from high to low, along a scale\n Of awful notes, whose concord shall not fail;\n A musical but melancholy chime,\n Which they can hear who meddle not with crime.\n Nor avarice, nor over-anxious care.\n Truth fails not; but her outward forms that bear\n The longest date do melt like frosty rime,\n That in the morning whiten’d hill and plain\n And is no more; drop like the tower sublime\n Of yesterday, which royally did wear\n His crown of weeds, but could not even sustain\n Some casual shout that broke the silent air,\n Or the unimaginable touch of Time.","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_539","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"539","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1770-1850"},{"id":"oxford-540","title":"The Trosachs","poet":"William Wordsworth","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THERE’s not a nook within this solemn Pass\n But were an apt confessional for one\n Taught by his summer spent, his autumn gone,\n That Life is but a tale of morning grass\n Wither’d at eve. From scenes of art which chase\n That thought away, turn, and with watchful eyes\n Feed it ’mid Nature’s old felicities,\n Rocks, rivers, and smooth lakes more clear than glass\n Untouch’d, unbreathed upon. Thrice happy quest,\n If from a golden perch of aspen spray\n (October’s workmanship to rival May)\n The pensive warbler of the ruddy breast\n That moral sweeten by a heaven-taught lay,\n Lulling the year, with all its cares, to rest!","themes":["nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_540","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"540","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1770-1850"},{"id":"oxford-544","title":"Lucy Ashton’s Song","poet":"Walter Scott","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"LOOK not thou on beauty’s charming;\n Sit thou still when kings are arming;\n Taste not when the wine-cup glistens;\n Speak not when the people listens;\n Stop thine ear against the singer;\n From the red gold keep thy finger;\n Vacant heart and hand and eye,\n Easy live and quiet die.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_544","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"544","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1771-1832"},{"id":"oxford-545","title":"Answer","poet":"Walter Scott","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SOUND, sound the clarion, fill the fife!\n To all the sensual world proclaim,\n One crowded hour of glorious life\n Is worth an age without a name.","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_545","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"545","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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Innominatus","poet":"Walter Scott","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"BREATHES there the man with soul so dead,\n Who never to himself hath said,\n ‘This is my own, my native land!’\n Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d\n As home his footsteps he hath turn’d\n From wandering on a foreign strand?\n If such there breathe, go, mark him well;\n For him no Minstrel raptures swell;\n High though his titles, proud his name,\n Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;\n Despite those titles, power, and pelf,\n The wretch, concentred all in self,\n Living, shall forfeit fair renown,\n And, doubly dying, shall go down\n To the vile dust from whence he sprung,\n Unwept, unhonour’d, and unsung.","themes":["love","spirituality","death","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_547","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"547","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. Only author groups with recorded rights evidence are imported.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"db55c8c7d02302794be1f2e43a9e832893dc18473368ed48a78ffeb36d8acc04","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1771-1832"},{"id":"oxford-548","title":"2. Nelson, Pitt, Fox","poet":"Walter Scott","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"TO mute and to material things\n New life revolving summer brings;\n The genial call dead Nature hears,\n And in her glory reappears.\n But oh, my Country’s wintry state\n What second spring shall renovate?\n What powerful call shall bid arise\n The buried warlike and the wise;\n The mind that thought for Britain’s weal,\n The hand that grasp’d the victor steel?\n The vernal sun new life bestows\n Even on the meanest flower that blows;\n But vainly, vainly may he shine\n Where glory weeps o’er Nelson’s shrine;\n And vainly pierce the solemn gloom\n That shrouds, O Pitt, thy hallow’d tomb!\n\nDeep graved in every British heart,\n O never let those names depart!\n Say to your sons,—Lo, here his grave,\n Who victor died on Gadite wave!\n To him, as to the burning levin,\n Short, bright, resistless course was given.\n Where’er his country’s foes were found\n Was heard the fated thunder’s sound,\n Till burst the bolt on yonder shore,\n Roll’d, blazed, destroy’d—and was no more.\n\nNor mourn ye less his perish’d worth,\n Who bade the conqueror go forth,\n And launch’d that thunderbolt of war\n On Egypt, Hafnia, Trafalgar;\n Who, born to guide such high emprise,\n For Britain’s weal was early wise;\n Alas! to whom the Almighty gave,\n For Britain’s sins, an early grave!\n —His worth, who in his mightiest hour\n A bauble held the pride of power,\n Spurn’d at the sordid lust of pelf,\n And served his Albion for herself;\n Who, when the frantic crowd amain\n Strain’d at subjection’s bursting rein,\n O’er their wild mood full conquest gain’d,\n The pride he would not crush, restrain’d,\n Show’d their fierce zeal a worthier cause,\n And brought the freeman’s arm to aid the freeman’s laws.\n\nHadst thou but lived, though stripp’d of power,\n A watchman on the lonely tower,\n Thy thrilling trump had roused the land,\n When fraud or danger were at hand;\n By thee, as by the beacon-light,\n Our pilots had kept course aright;\n As some proud column, though alone,\n Thy strength had propp’d the tottering throne.\n Now is the stately column broke,\n The beacon-light is quench’d in smoke,\n The trumpet’s silver voice is still,\n The warder silent on the hill!\n\nO think, how to his latest day,\n When Death, just hovering, claim’d his prey.\n With Palinure’s unalter’d mood\n Firm at his dangerous post he stood;\n Each call for needful rest repell’d,\n With dying hand the rudder held,\n Till in his fall with fateful sway\n The steerage of the realm gave way.\n Then—while on Britain’s thousand plains\n One unpolluted church remains,\n Whose peaceful bells ne’er sent around\n The bloody tocsin’s maddening sound,\n But still upon the hallow’d day\n Convoke the swains to praise and pray;\n While faith and civil peace are dear,\n Grace this cold marble with a tear:—\n He who preserved them, Pitt, lies here!\n\nNor yet suppress the generous sigh,\n Because his rival slumbers nigh;\n Nor be thy Requiescat dumb\n Lest it be said o’er Fox’s tomb.\n For talents mourn, untimely lost,\n When best employ’d, and wanted most;\n Mourn genius high, and lore profound,\n And wit that loved to play, not wound;\n And all the reasoning powers divine\n To penetrate, resolve, combine;\n And feelings keen, and fancy’s glow—\n They sleep with him who sleeps below:\n And, if thou mourn’st they could not save\n From error him who owns this grave,\n Be every harsher thought suppress’d,\n And sacred be the last long rest.\n Here, where the end of earthly things\n Lays heroes, patriots, bards, and kings;\n Where stiff the hand, and still the tongue,\n Of those who fought, and spoke, and sung;\n Here, where the fretted vaults prolong\n The distant notes of holy song,\n As if some angel spoke agen,\n ‘All peace on earth, good-will to men’;\n If ever from an English heart,\n O, here let prejudice depart,\n And, partial feeling cast aside,\n Record that Fox a Briton died!\n When Europe crouch’d to France’s yoke,\n And Austria bent, and Prussia broke,\n And the firm Russian’s purpose brave\n Was bartered by a timorous slave—\n Even then dishonour’s peace he spurn’d,\n The sullied olive-branch return’d,\n Stood for his country’s glory fast,\n And nail’d her colours to the mast!\n Heaven, to reward his firmness, gave\n A portion in this honour’d grave;\n And ne’er held marble in its trust\n Of two such wondrous men the dust.\n\nWith more than mortal powers endow’d,\n How high they soar’d above the crowd!\n Theirs was no common party race,\n Jostling by dark intrigue for place;\n Like fabled gods, their mighty war\n Shook realms and nations in its jar;\n Beneath each banner proud to stand,\n Look’d up the noblest of the land,\n Till through the British world were known\n The names of Pitt and Fox alone.\n Spells of such force no wizard grave\n E’er framed in dark Thessalian cave,\n Though his could drain the ocean dry,\n And force the planets from the sky.\n These spells are spent, and, spent with these,\n The wine of life is on the lees.\n Genius, and taste, and talent gone,\n For ever tomb’d beneath the stone,\n Where—taming thought to human pride!—\n The mighty chiefs sleep side by side.\n Drop upon Fox’s grave the tear,\n ’Twill trickle to his rival’s bier;\n O’er Pitt’s the mournful requiem sound,\n And Fox’s shall the notes rebound.\n The solemn echo seems to cry,\n ‘Here let their discord with them die.\n Speak not for those a separate doom\n Whom fate made Brothers in the tomb;\n But search the land of living men,\n Where wilt thou find their like agen?’","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_548","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"548","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. Only author groups with recorded rights evidence are imported.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"f0e4c53a9e35cf2d913a31d07af513363e884c4c0ef202dc0aa174a06bc73f39","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Source listed public domain by Project Gutenberg (US). India: ordinary lifetime-published work term under section 22; source edition review documented in docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1771-1832"},{"id":"oxford-549","title":"The Rime of the Ancient Mariner · Part I · Part II · Part III · Part IV · Part V · Part VI · Part VII","poet":"Samuel Taylor Coleridge","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IT is an ancient Mariner,\n And he stoppeth one of three.\n ‘By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,\n Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?\n\nThe Bridegroom’s doors are open’d wide,\n And I am next of kin;\n The guests are met, the feast is set:\n May’st hear the merry din.’\n\nHe holds him with his skinny hand,\n ‘There was a ship,’ quoth he.\n ‘Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!’\n Eftsoons his hand dropt he.\n\nHE holds him with his glittering eye—\n The Wedding-Guest stood still,\n And listens like a three years’ child:\n The Mariner hath his will.\n\nThe Wedding-Guest sat on a stone:\n He cannot choose but hear;\n And thus spake on that ancient man,\n The bright-eyed Mariner.\n\n‘The ship was cheer’d, the harbour clear’d,\n Merrily did we drop\n Below the kirk, below the hill,\n Below the lighthouse top.\n\nTHE Sun came up upon the left,\n Out of the sea came he!\n And he shone bright, and on the right\n Went down into the sea.\n\nHigher and higher every day,\n Till over the mast at noon——’\n The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast,\n For he heard the loud bassoon.\n\nTHE bride hath paced into the hall,\n Red as a rose is she;\n Nodding their heads before her goes\n The merry minstrelsy.\n\nThe Wedding-Guest he beat his breast,\n Yet he cannot choose but hear;\n And thus spake on that ancient man,\n The bright-eyed Mariner.\n\n‘AND now the Storm-blast came, and he\n Was tyrannous and strong:\n He struck with his o’ertaking wings,\n And chased us south along.\n\nWith sloping masts and dipping prow,\n As who pursued with yell and blow\n Still treads the shadow of his foe,\n And forward bends his head,\n The ship drove fast, loud roar’d the blast,\n And southward aye we fled.\n\nAnd now there came both mist and snow,\n And it grew wondrous cold:\n And ice, mast-high, came floating by,\n As green as emerald.\n\nAND through the drifts the snowy clifts\n Did send a dismal sheen:\n Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken—\n The ice was all between.\n\nThe ice was here, the ice was there,\n The ice was all around:\n It crack’d and growl’d, and roar’d and howl’d,\n Like noises in a swound!\n\nAT length did cross an Albatross,\n Thorough the fog it came;\n As if it had been a Christian soul,\n We hail’d it in God’s name.\n\nIt ate the food it ne’er had eat,\n And round and round it flew.\n The ice did split with a thunder-fit;\n The helmsman steer’d us through!\n\nAND a good south wind sprung up behind;\n The Albatross did follow,\n And every day, for food or play,\n Came to the mariners’ hollo!\n\nIn mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,\n It perch’d for vespers nine;\n Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,\n Glimmer’d the white moonshine.’\n\n‘GOD save thee, ancient Mariner,\n From the fiends, that plague thee thus!—\n Why look’st thou so?’—‘With my crossbow\n I shot the Albatross.\n\n‘THE Sun now rose upon the right:\n Out of the sea came he,\n Still hid in mist, and on the left\n Went down into the sea.\n\nAnd the good south wind still blew behind,\n But no sweet bird did follow,\n Nor any day for food or play\n Came to the mariners’ hollo!\n\nAND I had done a hellish thing,\n And it would work ’em woe:\n For all averr’d I had kill’d the bird\n That made the breeze to blow.\n Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay,\n That made the breeze to blow!\n\nNOR dim nor red, like God’s own head,\n The glorious Sun uprist:\n Then all averr’d I had kill’d the bird\n That brought the fog and mist.\n ’Twas right, said they, such birds to slay,\n That bring the fog and mist.\n\nTHE fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,\n The furrow follow’d free;\n We were the first that ever burst\n Into that silent sea.\n\nDOWN dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down,\n ’Twas sad as sad could be;\n And we did speak only to break\n The silence of the sea!\n\nAll in a hot and copper sky,\n The bloody Sun, at noon,\n Right up above the mast did stand,\n No bigger than the Moon.\n\nDay after day, day after day,\n We stuck, nor breath nor motion;\n As idle as a painted ship\n Upon a painted ocean.\n\nWATER, water, everywhere,\n And all the boards did shrink;\n Water, water, everywhere,\n Nor any drop to drink.\n\nThe very deep did rot: O Christ!\n That ever this should be!\n Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs\n Upon the slimy sea.\n\nAbout, about, in reel and rout\n The death-fires danced at night;\n The water, like a witch’s oils,\n Burnt green, and blue, and white.\n\nAND some in dreams assurèd were\n Or the Spirit that plagued us so;\n Nine fathom deep he had follow’d us\n From the land of mist and snow.\n\nAnd every tongue, through utter drought,\n Was wither’d at the root;\n We could not speak, no more than if\n We had been choked with soot.\n\nAH! well a-day! what evil looks\n Had I from old and young!\n Instead of the cross, the Albatross\n About my neck was hung.\n\n‘THERE passed a weary time. Each throat\n Was parch’d, and glazed each eye.\n A weary time! a weary time!\n How glazed each weary eye!\n When looking westward, I beheld\n A something in the sky.\n\nAt first it seem’d a little speck,\n And then it seem’d a mist;\n It moved and moved, and took at last\n A certain shape, I wist.\n\nA speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!\n And still it near’d and near’d:\n As if it dodged a water-sprite,\n It plunged, and tack’d, and veer’d.\n\nWITH throats unslaked, with black lips baked,\n We could nor laugh nor wail;\n Through utter drought all dumb we stood!\n I bit my arm, I suck’d the blood,\n And cried, A sail! a sail!\n\nWITH throats unslaked, with black lips baked,\n Agape they heard me call:\n Gramercy! they for joy did grin,\n And all at once their breath drew in,\n As they were drinking all.\n\nSEE! see! (I cried) she tacks no more!\n Hither to work us weal—\n Without a breeze, without a tide,\n She steadies with upright keel!\n\nThe western wave was all aflame,\n The day was wellnigh done!\n Almost upon the western wave\n Rested the broad, bright Sun;\n When that strange shape drove suddenly\n Betwixt us and the Sun.\n\nAND straight the Sun was fleck’d with bars\n (Heaven’s Mother send us grace!),\n As if through a dungeon-grate he peer’d\n With broad and burning face.\n\nAlas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud)\n How fast she nears and nears!\n Are those her sails that glance in the Sun,\n Like restless gossameres?\n\nARE those her ribs through which the Sun\n Did peer, as through a grate?\n And is that Woman all her crew?\n Is that a Death? and are there two?\n Is Death that Woman’s mate?\n\nHer lips were red, her looks were free,\n Her locks were yellow as gold:\n Her skin was as white as leprosy,\n The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she,\n Who thicks man’s blood with cold.\n\nTHE naked hulk alongside came,\n And the twain were casting dice;\n “The game is done! I’ve won! I’ve won!”\n Quoth she, and whistles thrice.\n\nTHE Sun’s rim dips; the stars rush out:\n At one stride comes the dark;\n With far-heard whisper, o’er the sea,\n Off shot the spectre-bark.\n\nWE listen’d and look’d sideways up!\n Fear at my heart, as at a cup,\n My life-blood seem’d to sip!\n The stars were dim, and thick the night,\n The steersman’s face by his lamp gleam’d white;\n From the sails the dew did drip—\n Till clomb above the eastern bar\n The hornèd Moon, with one bright star\n Within the nether tip.\n\nONE after one, by the star-dogg’d Moon,\n Too quick for groan or sigh,\n Each turn’d his face with a ghastly pang,\n And cursed me with his eye.\n\nFOUR times fifty living men\n (And I heard nor sigh nor groan),\n With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,\n They dropp’d down one by one.\n\nTHE souls did from their bodies fly—\n They fled to bliss or woe!\n And every soul, it pass’d me by\n Like the whizz of my crossbow!’\n\n‘I FEAR thee, ancient Mariner!\n I fear thy skinny hand!\n And thou art long, and lank, and brown,\n As is the ribb’d sea-sand.\n\nI FEAR thee and thy glittering eye,\n And thy skinny hand so brown.’—\n ‘Fear not, fear not, thou Wedding-Guest!\n This body dropt not down.\n\nAlone, alone, all, all alone,\n Alone on a wide, wide sea!\n And never a saint took pity on\n My soul in agony.\n\nTHE many men, so beautiful!\n And they all dead did lie:\n And a thousand thousand slimy things\n Lived on; and so did I.\n\nI LOOK’d upon the rotting sea,\n And drew my eyes away;\n I look’d upon the rotting deck,\n And there the dead men lay.\n\nI look’d to heaven, and tried to pray;\n But or ever a prayer had gusht,\n A wicked whisper came, and made\n My heart as dry as dust.\n\nI closed my lids, and kept them close,\n And the balls like pulses beat;\n But the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky,\n Lay like a load on my weary eye,\n And the dead were at my feet.\n\nTHE cold sweat melted from their limbs,\n Nor rot nor reek did they:\n The look with which they look’d on me\n Had never pass’d away.\n\nAn orphan’s curse would drag to hell\n A spirit from on high;\n But oh! more horrible than that\n Is the curse in a dead man’s eye!\n Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse,\n And yet I could not die.\n\nTHE moving Moon went up the sky,\n And nowhere did abide;\n Softly she was going up,\n And a star or two beside—\n\nHer beams bemock’d the sultry main,\n Like April hoar-frost spread;\n But where the ship’s huge shadow lay,\n The charmèd water burnt alway\n A still and awful red.\n\nBEYOND the shadow of the ship,\n I watch’d the water-snakes:\n They moved in tracks of shining white,\n And when they rear’d, the elfish light\n Fell off in hoary flakes.\n\nWithin the shadow of the ship\n I watch’d their rich attire:\n Blue, glossy green, and velvet black,\n They coil’d and swam; and every track\n Was a flash of golden fire.\n\nO HAPPY living things! no tongue\n Their beauty might declare:\n A spring of love gush’d from my heart,\n And I bless’d them unaware:\n Sure my kind saint took pity on me,\n And I bless’d them unaware.\n\nTHE selfsame moment I could pray;\n And from my neck so free\n The Albatross fell off, and sank\n Like lead into the sea.\n\n‘O SLEEP! it is a gentle thing,\n Beloved from pole to pole!\n To Mary Queen the praise be given!\n She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven,\n That slid into my soul.\n\nTHE silly buckets on the deck,\n That had so long remain’d,\n I dreamt that they were fill’d with dew;\n And when I awoke, it rain’d.\n\nMy lips were wet, my throat was cold,\n My garments all were dank;\n Sure I had drunken in my dreams,\n And still my body drank.\n\nI moved, and could not feel my limbs:\n I was so light—almost\n I thought that I had died in sleep,\n And was a blessèd ghost.\n\nAND soon I heard a roaring wind:\n It did not come anear;\n But with its sound it shook the sails,\n That were so thin and sere.\n\nThe upper air burst into life;\n And a hundred fire-flags sheen;\n To and fro they were hurried about!\n And to and fro, and in and out,\n The wan stars danced between.\n\nAnd the coming wind did roar more loud.\n And the sails did sigh like sedge;\n And the rain pour’d down from one black cloud;\n The Moon was at its edge.\n\nThe thick black cloud was cleft, and still\n The Moon was at its side;\n Like waters shot from some high crag,\n The lightning fell with never a jag,\n A river steep and wide.\n\nTHE loud wind never reached the ship,\n Yet now the ship moved on!\n Beneath the lightning and the Moon\n The dead men gave a groan.\n\nThey groan’d, they stirr’d, they all uprose,\n Nor spake, nor moved their eyes;\n It had been strange, even in a dream,\n To have seen those dead men rise.\n\nThe helmsman steer’d, the ship moved on;\n Yet never a breeze up-blew;\n The mariners all ’gan work the ropes,\n Where they were wont to do;\n They raised their limbs like lifeless tools—\n We were a ghastly crew.\n\nThe body of my brother’s son\n Stood by me, knee to knee:\n The body and I pull’d at one rope,\n But he said naught to me.’\n\n‘I FEAR thee, ancient Mariner!’\n ‘Be calm, thou Wedding-Guest:\n ’Twas not those souls that fled in pain,\n Which to their corses came again,\n But a troop of spirits blest:\n\nFor when it dawn’d—they dropp’d their arms,\n And cluster’d round the mast;\n Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths,\n And from their bodies pass’d.\n\nAround, around, flew each sweet sound,\n Then darted to the Sun;\n Slowly the sounds came back again,\n Now mix’d, now one by one.\n\nSometimes a-dropping from the sky\n I heard the skylark sing;\n Sometimes all little birds that are,\n How they seem’d to fill the sea and air\n With their sweet jargoning!\n\nAnd now ’twas like all instruments,\n Now like a lonely flute;\n And now it is an angel’s song,\n That makes the Heavens be mute.\n\nIt ceased; yet still the sails made on\n A pleasant noise till noon,\n A noise like of a hidden brook\n In the leafy month of June,\n That to the sleeping woods all night\n Singeth a quiet tune.\n\nTill noon we quietly sail’d on,\n Yet never a breeze did breathe:\n Slowly and smoothly went the ship,\n Moved onward from beneath.\n\nUNDER the keel nine fathom deep,\n From the land, of mist and snow,\n The Spirit slid: and it was he\n That made the ship to go.\n The sails at noon left off their tune,\n And the ship stood still also.\n\nThe Sun, right up above the mast,\n Had fix’d her to the ocean:\n But in a minute she ’gan stir,\n With a short uneasy motion—\n Backwards and forwards half her length\n With a short uneasy motion.\n\nThen like a pawing horse let go,\n She made a sudden bound:\n It flung the blood into my head,\n And I fell down in a swound.\n\nHOW long in that same fit I lay,\n I have not to declare;\n But ere my living life return’d,\n I heard, and in my soul discern’d\n Two voices in the air.\n\n“Is it he?” quoth one, “is this the man?\n By Him who died on cross,\n With his cruel bow he laid full low\n The harmless Albatross.\n\nThe Spirit who bideth by himself\n In the land of mist and snow,\n He loved the bird that loved the man\n Who shot him with his bow.”\n\nThe other was a softer voice,\n As soft as honey-dew:\n Quoth he, “The man hath penance done,\n And penance more will do.”\n\nFirst Voice:\n\n‘“But tell me, tell me! speak again.\n Thy soft response renewing—\n What makes that ship drive on so fast?\n What is the Ocean doing?”\n\nSecond Voice:\n\n“Still as a slave before his lord,\n The Ocean hath no blast;\n His great bright eye most silently\n Up to the Moon is cast—\n\nIf he may know which way to go;\n For she guides him smooth or grim.\n See, brother, see! how graciously\n She looketh down on him.”\n\nFirst Voice:\n\n“But why drives on that ship so fast,\n Without or wave or wind?”\n\nSecond Voice:\n\n“The air is cut away before,\n And closes from behind.\n\nFly, brother, fly! more high, more high!\n Or we shall be belated:\n For slow and slow that ship will go,\n When the Mariner’s trance is abated.’\n\nI WOKE, and we were sailing on\n As in a gentle weather:\n ’Twas night, calm night, the Moon was high;\n The dead men stood together.\n\nAll stood together on the deck,\n For a charnel-dungeon fitter:\n All fix’d on me their stony eyes,\n That in the Moon did glitter.\n\nThe pang, the curse, with which they died.\n Had never pass’d away:\n I could not draw my eyes from theirs,\n Nor turn them up to pray.\n\nAND now this spell was snapt: once more\n I viewed the ocean green,\n And look’d far forth, yet little saw\n Of what had else been seen—\n\nLike one that on a lonesome road\n Doth walk in fear and dread,\n And having once turned round, walks on,\n And turns no more his head;\n Because he knows a frightful fiend\n Doth close behind him tread.\n\nBut soon there breathed a wind on me,\n Nor sound nor motion made:\n Its path was not upon the sea,\n In ripple or in shade.\n\nIt raised my hair, it fann’d my cheek\n Like a meadow-gale of spring—\n It mingled strangely with my fears,\n Yet it felt like a welcoming.\n\nSwiftly, swiftly flew the ship,\n Yet she sail’d softly too:\n Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze—\n On me alone it blew.\n\nO DREAM of joy! is this indeed\n The lighthouse top I see?\n Is this the hill? is this the kirk?\n Is this mine own countree?\n\nWe drifted o’er the harbour-bar,\n And I with sobs did pray—\n O let me be awake, my God!\n Or let me sleep alway.\n\nThe harbour-bay was clear as glass,\n So smoothly it was strewn!\n And on the bay the moonlight lay,\n And the shadow of the Moon.\n\nThe rock shone bright, the kirk no less\n That stands above the rock:\n The moonlight steep’d in silentness\n The steady weathercock.\n\nAND the bay was white with silent light\n Till rising from the same,\n Full many shapes, that shadows were,\n In crimson colours came.\n\nA LITTLE distance from the prow\n Those crimson shadows were:\n I turn’d my eyes upon the deck—\n O Christ! what saw I there!\n\nEach corse lay flat, lifeless and flat,\n And, by the holy rood!\n A man all light, a seraph-man,\n On every corse there stood.\n\nThis seraph-band, each waved his hand:\n It was a heavenly sight!\n They stood as signals to the land,\n Each one a lovely light;\n\nThis seraph-band, each waved his hand,\n No voice did they impart—\n No voice; but O, the silence sank\n Like music on my heart.\n\nBut soon I heard the dash of oars,\n I heard the Pilot’s cheer;\n My head was turn’d perforce away,\n And I saw a boat appear.\n\nThe Pilot and the Pilot’s boy,\n I heard them coming fast:\n Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy\n The dead men could not blast.\n\nI saw a third—I heard his voice:\n It is the Hermit good!\n He singeth loud his godly hymns\n That he makes in the wood.\n He’ll shrieve my soul, he’ll wash away\n The Albatross’s blood.\n\n‘THIS hermit good lives in that wood\n Which slopes down to the sea.\n How loudly his sweet voice he rears!\n He loves to talk with marineres\n That come from a far countree.\n\nHe kneels at morn, and noon, and eve—\n He hath a cushion plump.\n It is the moss that wholly hides\n The rotted old oak-stump.\n\nThe skiff-boat near’d: I heard them talk,\n “Why, this is strange, I trow!\n Where are those lights so many and fair,\n That signal made but now?”\n\n“Strange, by my faith!” the Hermit said—\n “And they answer’d not our cheer!\n The planks look warp’d! and see those sails,\n How thin they are and sere!\n I never saw aught like to them,\n Unless perchance it were\n Brown skeletons of leaves that lag\n My forest-brook along;\n When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow,\n And the owlet whoops to the wolf below,\n That eats the she-wolf’s young.”\n\n“Dear Lord! it hath a fiendish look—\n (The Pilot made reply)\n I am a-fear’d.”—“Push on, push on!”\n Said the Hermit cheerily.\n\nThe boat came closer to the ship,\n But I nor spake nor stirr’d;\n The boat came close beneath the ship,\n And straight a sound was heard.\n\nUNDER the water it rumbled on,\n Still louder and more dread:\n It reach’d the ship, it split the bay;\n The ship went down like lead.\n\nSTUNN’d by that loud and dreadful sound,\n Which sky and ocean smote,\n Like one that hath been seven days drown’d\n My body lay afloat;\n But swift as dreams, myself I found\n Within the Pilot’s boat.\n\nUpon the whirl, where sank the ship,\n The boat spun round and round;\n And all was still, save that the hill\n Was telling of the sound.\n\nI moved my lips—the Pilot shriek’d\n And fell down in a fit;\n The holy Hermit raised his eyes,\n And pray’d where he did sit.\n\nI took the oars: the Pilot’s boy,\n Who now doth crazy go,\n Laugh’d loud and long, and all the while\n His eyes went to and fro.\n “Ha! ha!” quoth he, “full plain I see\n The Devil knows how to row.”\n\nAnd now, all in my own countree,\n I stood on the firm land!\n The Hermit stepp’d forth from the boat,\n And scarcely he could stand.\n\n“O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!”\n The Hermit cross’d his brow.\n “Say quick,” quoth he, “I bid thee say—\n What manner of man art thou?”\n\nForthwith this frame of mine was wrench’d\n With a woful agony,\n Which forced me to begin my tale;\n And then it left me free.\n\nSINCE then, at an uncertain hour,\n That agony returns:\n And till my ghastly tale is told,\n This heart within me burns.\n\nI pass, like night, from land to land;\n I have strange power of speech;\n That moment that his face I see,\n I know the man that must hear me:\n To him my tale I teach.\n\nWhat loud uproar bursts from that door!\n The wedding-guests are there:\n But in the garden-bower the bride\n And bride-maids singing are:\n And hark, the little vesper bell,\n Which biddeth me to prayer!\n\nO Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been\n Alone on a wide, wide sea:\n So lonely ’twas, that God Himself\n Scarce seemèd there to be.\n\nO sweeter than the marriage-feast,\n ’Tis sweeter far to me,\n To walk together to the kirk\n With a goodly company!—\n\nTo walk together to the kirk,\n And all together pray,\n While each to his great Father bends,\n Old men, and babes, and loving friends,\n And youths and maidens gay!\n\nFAREWELL, farewell! but this I tell\n To thee, thou Wedding-Guest!\n He prayeth well, who loveth well\n Both man and bird and beast.\n\nHe prayeth best, who loveth best\n All things both great and small;\n For the dear God who loveth us,\n He made and loveth all.’\n\nThe Mariner, whose eye is bright,\n Whose beard with age is hoar,\n Is gone: and now the Wedding-Guest\n Turn’d from the bridegroom’s door,\n\nHe went like one that hath been stunn’d,\n And is of sense forlorn:\n A sadder and a wiser man\n He rose the morrow morn.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_549","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"549","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1772-1834"},{"id":"oxford-550","title":"Kubla Khan","poet":"Samuel Taylor Coleridge","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan\n A stately pleasure-dome decree:\n Where Alph, the sacred river, ran\n Through caverns measureless to man\n Down to a sunless sea.\n So twice five miles of fertile ground\n With walls and towers were girdled round:\n And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills\n Where blossom’d many an incense-bearing tree;\n And here were forests ancient as the hills,\n Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.\n\nBut O, that deep romantic chasm which slanted\n Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!\n A savage place! as holy and enchanted\n As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted\n By woman wailing for her demon-lover!\n And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,\n As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,\n A mighty fountain momently was forced;\n Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst\n Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,\n Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:\n And ’mid these dancing rocks at once and ever\n It flung up momently the sacred river.\n Five miles meandering with a mazy motion\n Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,\n Then reach’d the caverns measureless to man,\n And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:\n And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far\n Ancestral voices prophesying war!\n The shadow of the dome of pleasure\n Floated midway on the waves;\n Where was heard the mingled measure\n From the fountain and the caves.\n It was a miracle of rare device,\n A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!\n\nA damsel with a dulcimer\n In a vision once I saw:\n It was an Abyssinian maid,\n And on her dulcimer she play’d,\n Singing of Mount Abora.\n Could I revive within me,\n Her symphony and song,\n To such a deep delight ’twould win me,\n That with music loud and long,\n I would build that dome in air,\n That sunny dome! those caves of ice!\n And all who heard should see them there,\n And all should cry, Beware! Beware!\n His flashing eyes, his floating hair!\n Weave a circle round him thrice,\n And close your eyes with holy dread,\n For he on honey-dew hath fed,\n And drunk the milk of Paradise.","themes":["love","nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_550","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"550","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1772-1834"},{"id":"oxford-553","title":"Time, Real and Imaginary","poet":"Samuel Taylor Coleridge","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ON the wide level of a mountain’s head\n (I knew not where, but ’twas some faery place),\n Their pinions, ostrich-like, for sails outspread,\n Two lovely children run an endless race,\n A sister and a brother!\n This far outstripp’d the other;\n Yet ever runs she with reverted face,\n And looks and listens for the boy behind:\n For he, alas! is blind!\n O’er rough and smooth with even step he pass’d,\n And knows not whether he be first or last.","themes":["home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_553","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"553","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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Slugs leave their lair—\n The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing—\n And Winter, slumbering in the open air,\n Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!\n And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing,\n Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.\n\nYet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow,\n Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.\n Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may,\n For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!\n With lips unbrighten’d, wreathless brow, I stroll:\n And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?\n Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve,\n And Hope without an object cannot live.","themes":["nature","hope","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_554","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"554","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1772-1834"},{"id":"oxford-555","title":"Glycine’s Song","poet":"Samuel Taylor Coleridge","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"A SUNNY shaft did I behold,\n From sky to earth it slanted:\n And poised therein a bird so bold—\n Sweet bird, thou wert enchanted!\n\nHe sank, he rose, he twinkled, he troll’d\n Within that shaft of sunny mist;\n His eyes of fire, his beak of gold,\n All else of amethyst!\n\nAnd thus he sang: ‘Adieu! adieu!\n Love’s dreams prove seldom true.\n The blossoms, they make no delay:\n The sparking dew-drops will not stay.\n Sweet month of May,\n We must away;\n Far, far away!\n To-day! to-day!’","themes":["love","nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_555","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"555","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1772-1834"},{"id":"oxford-557","title":"The Maid’s Lament","poet":"Walter Savage Landor","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I LOVED him not; and yet now he is gone,\n I feel I am alone.\n I check’d him while he spoke; yet, could he speak,\n Alas! I would not check.\n For reasons not to love him once I sought,\n And wearied all my thought\n To vex myself and him; I now would give\n My love, could he but live\n Who lately lived for me, and when he found\n ’Twas vain, in holy ground\n He hid his face amid the shades of death.\n I waste for him my breath\n Who wasted his for me; but mine returns,\n And this lorn bosom burns\n With stifling heat, heaving it up in sleep,\n And waking me to weep\n Tears that had melted his soft heart: for years\n Wept he as bitter tears.\n ‘Merciful God!’ such was his latest prayer,\n ‘These may she never share!’\n Quieter is his breath, his breast more cold\n Than daisies in the mould,\n Where children spell, athwart the churchyard gate,\n His name and life’s brief date.\n Pray for him, gentle souls, whoe’er you be,\n And, O, pray too for me!","themes":["love","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_557","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"557","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1775-1864"},{"id":"oxford-558","title":"Rose Aylmer","poet":"Walter Savage Landor","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"AH, what avails the sceptred race!\n Ah, what the form divine!\n What every virtue, every grace!\n Rose Aylmer, all were thine.\n\nRose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes\n May weep, but never see,\n A night of memories and sighs\n I consecrate to thee.","themes":["nature","grief","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_558","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"558","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1775-1864"},{"id":"oxford-559","title":"Ianthe","poet":"Walter Savage Landor","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"FROM you, Ianthe, little troubles pass\n Like little ripples down a sunny river;\n Your pleasures spring like daisies in the grass,\n Cut down, and up again as blithe as ever.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_559","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"559","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1775-1864"},{"id":"oxford-560","title":"Twenty Years hence","poet":"Walter Savage Landor","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"TWENTY years hence my eyes may grow,\n If not quite dim, yet rather so;\n Yet yours from others they shall know,\n Twenty years hence.\n\nTwenty years hence, though it may hap\n That I be call’d to take a nap\n In a cool cell where thunder-clap\n Was never heard,\n\nThere breathe but o’er my arch of grass\n A not too sadly sigh’d ‘Alas!’\n And I shall catch, ere you can pass,\n That wingèd word.","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_560","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"560","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1775-1864"},{"id":"oxford-561","title":"Verse","poet":"Walter Savage Landor","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"PAST ruin’d Ilion Helen lives,\n Alcestis rises from the shades;\n Verse calls them forth; ’tis verse that gives\n Immortal youth to mortal maids.\n\nSoon shall Oblivion’s deepening veil\n Hide all the peopled hills you see,\n The gay, the proud, while lovers hail\n These many summers you and me.","themes":["time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_561","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"561","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1775-1864"},{"id":"oxford-562","title":"Proud Word you never spoke","poet":"Walter Savage Landor","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"PROUD word you never spoke, but you will speak\n Four not exempt from pride some future day.\n Resting on one white hand a warm wet cheek,\n Over my open volume you will say,\n ‘This man loved me’—then rise and trip away.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_562","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"562","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1775-1864"},{"id":"oxford-563","title":"Resignation","poet":"Walter Savage Landor","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHY, why repine, my pensive friend,\n At pleasures slipp’d away?\n Some the stern Fates will never lend,\n And all refuse to stay.\n\nI see the rainbow in the sky,\n The dew upon the grass;\n I see them, and I ask not why\n They glimmer or they pass.\n\nWith folded arms I linger not\n To call them back; ’twere vain:\n In this, or in some other spot,\n I know they’ll shine again.","themes":["friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_563","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"563","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1775-1864"},{"id":"oxford-567","title":"Absence","poet":"Walter Savage Landor","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HERE, ever since you went abroad,\n If there be change, no change I see:\n I only walk our wonted road,\n The road is only walk’d by me.\n\nYes; I forgot; a change there is—\n Was it of that you bade me tell?\n I catch at times, at times I miss\n The sight, the tone, I know so well.\n\nOnly two months since you stood here?\n Two shortest months? 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1775-1864"},{"id":"oxford-572","title":"Alciphron and Leucippe","poet":"Walter Savage Landor","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"AN ancient chestnut’s blossoms threw\n Their heavy odour over two:\n Leucippe, it is said, was one;\n The other, then, was Alciphron.\n ‘Come, come! why should we stand beneath\n This hollow tree’s unwholesome breath?’\n Said Alciphron, ‘here’s not a blade\n Of grass or moss, and scanty shade.\n Come; it is just the hour to rove\n In the lone dingle shepherds love;\n There, straight and tall, the hazel twig\n Divides the crookèd rock-held fig,\n O’er the blue pebbles where the rill\n In winter runs and may run still.\n Come then, while fresh and calm the air,\n And while the shepherds are not there.’\n\nLeucippe. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1775-1864"},{"id":"oxford-573","title":"Years","poet":"Walter Savage Landor","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"YEARS, many parti-colour’d years,\n Some have crept on, and some have flown\n Since first before me fell those tears\n I never could see fall alone.\n\nYears, not so many, are to come,\n Years not so varied, when from you\n One more will fall: when, carried home,\n I see it not, nor hear Adieu.","themes":["grief","time","loneliness","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_573","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"573","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1775-1864"},{"id":"oxford-575","title":"Late Leaves","poet":"Walter Savage Landor","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE leaves are falling; so am I;\n The few late flowers have moisture in the eye;\n So have I too.\n Scarcely on any bough is heard\n Joyous, or even unjoyous, bird\n The whole wood through.\n\nWinter may come: he brings but nigher\n His circle (yearly narrowing) to the fire\n Where old friends meet.\n Let him; now heaven is overcast,\n And spring and summer both are past,\n And all things sweet.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_575","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"575","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1775-1864"},{"id":"oxford-576","title":"Finis","poet":"Walter Savage Landor","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife.\n Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art:\n I warm’d both hands before the fire of life;\n It sinks, and I am ready to depart.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_576","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"576","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1775-1864"},{"id":"oxford-581","title":"The Battle of the Baltic","poet":"Thomas Campbell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Of Nelson and the North\n Sing the glorious day's renown,\n When to battle fierce came forth\n All the might of Denmark's crown,\n And her arms along the deep proudly shone;\n By each gun the lighted brand\n In a bold determined hand,\n And the Prince of all the land\n Led them on.\n\nLike leviathans afloat\n Lay their bulwarks on the brine,\n While the sign of battle flew\n On the lofty British line:\n It was ten of April morn by the chime:\n As they drifted on their path\n There was silence deep as death,\n And the boldest held his breath\n For a time.\n\nBut the might of England flush'd\n To anticipate the scene;\n And her van the fleeter rush'd\n O'er the deadly space between:\n ‘Hearts of oak!’ our captains cried, when each gun\n From its adamantine lips\n Spread a death-shade round the ships,\n Like the hurricane eclipse\n Of the sun.\n\nAgain! again! again!\n And the havoc did not slack,\n Till a feeble cheer the Dane\n To our cheering sent us back;—\n Their shots along the deep slowly boom:—\n Then ceased—and all is wail,\n As they strike the shattered sail,\n Or in conflagration pale\n Light the gloom.\n\nOut spoke the victor then\n As he hail’d them o’er the wave:\n ‘Ye are brothers! ye are men!\n And we conquer but to save:—\n\nSo peace instead of death let us bring\n But yield, proud foe, thy fleet,\n With the crews, at England’s feet,\n And make submission meet\n To our King.’...\n\nNow joy, old England, raise!\n For the tidings of thy might,\n By the festal cities' blaze,\n Whilst the wine-cup shines in light!\n And yet amidst that joy and uproar,\n Let us think of them that sleep\n Full many a fathom deep,\n By thy wild and stormy steep,\n Elsinore!","themes":["time","loneliness","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_581","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"581","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1774-1844"},{"id":"oxford-582","title":"The Young May Moon","poet":"Thomas Moore","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE young May moon is beaming, love,\n The glow-worm’s lamp is gleaming, love;\n How sweet to rove\n Through Morna’s grove,\n When the drowsy world is dreaming, love!\n Then awake!—the heavens look bright, my dear,\n ’Tis never too late for delight, my dear;\n And the best of all ways\n To lengthen our days\n Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!\n\nNow all the world is sleeping, love,\n But the Sage, his star-watch keeping, love,\n And I, whose star\n More glorious far\n Is the eye from that casement peeping, love.\n Then awake!—till rise of sun, my dear,\n The Sage’s glass we’ll shun, my dear,\n Or in watching the flight\n Of bodies of light\n He might happen to take thee for one, my dear!","themes":["love","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_582","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"582","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1779-1852"},{"id":"oxford-583","title":"The Irish Peasant to His Mistress","poet":"Thomas Moore","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THROUGH grief and through danger thy smile hath cheer’d my way,\n Till hope seem’d to bud from each thorn that round me lay;\n The darker our fortune, the brighter our pure love burn’d,\n Till shame into glory, till fear into zeal was turn’d:\n Yes, slave as I was, in thy arms my spirit felt free,\n And bless’d even the sorrows that made me more dear to thee.\n\nThy rival was honour’d, while thou wert wrong’d and scorn’d;\n Thy crown was of briers, while gold her brows adorn’d;\n She woo’d me to temples, whilst thou lay’st hid in caves;\n Her friends were all masters, while thine, alas! were slaves;\n Yet cold in the earth, at thy feet, I would rather be\n Than wed what I loved not, or turn one thought from thee.\n\nThey slander thee sorely, who say thy vows are frail—\n Hadst thou been a false one, thy cheek had look’d less pale!\n They say, too, so long thou hast worn those lingering chains,\n That deep in thy heart they have printed their servile stains:\n O, foul is the slander!—no chain could that soul subdue—\n Where shineth thy spirit, there Liberty shineth too!","themes":["love","hope","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_583","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"583","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1779-1852"},{"id":"oxford-585","title":"At the Mid Hour of Night","poet":"Thomas Moore","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"AT the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly\n To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye;\n And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air\n To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there,\n And tell me our love is remembered even in the sky.\n\nThen I sing the wild song it once was rapture to hear,\n When our voices commingling breathed like one on the ear;\n And as Echo far off through the vale my sad orison rolls,\n I think, O my love! ’tis thy voice from the Kingdom of Souls\n Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear.","themes":["love","grief","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_585","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"585","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1779-1852"},{"id":"oxford-586","title":"May","poet":"Edward Thurlow, Lord Thurlow","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"MAY! queen of blossoms,\n And fulfilling flowers,\n With what pretty music\n Shall we charm the hours?\n Wilt thou have pipe and reed,\n Blown in the open mead?\n Or to the lute give heed\n In the green bowers?\n\nThou hast no need of us,\n Or pipe or wire;\n Thou hast the golden bee\n Ripen’d with fire;\n And many thousand more\n Songsters, that thee adore,\n Filling earth’s grassy floor\n With new desire.\n\nThou hast thy mighty herds,\n Tame and free-livers;\n Doubt not, thy music too\n In the deep rivers;\n And the whole plumy flight\n Warbling the day and night—\n Up at the gates of light,\n See, the lark quivers!","themes":["nature","night","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_586","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"586","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1781-1829"},{"id":"oxford-587","title":"Battle Song","poet":"Ebenezer Elliott","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"DAY, like our souls, is fiercely dark;\n What then? ’Tis day!\n We sleep no more; the cock crows—hark!\n To arms! away!\n They come! they come! the knell is rung\n Of us or them;\n Wide o’er their march the pomp is flung\n Of gold and gem.\n What collar’d hound of lawless sway,\n To famine dear—\n What pensioned slave of Attila,\n Leads in the rear?\n Come they from Scythian wilds afar,\n Our blood to spill?\n Wear they the livery of the Czar?\n They do his will.\n Nor tassell’d silk, nor epaulet,\n Nor plume, nor torse—\n No splendour gilds, all sternly met,\n Our foot and horse.\n But, dark and still, we inly glow,\n Condensed in ire!\n Strike, tawdry slaves, and ye shall know\n Our gloom is fire.\n In vain your pomp, ye evil powers,\n Insults the land;\n Wrongs, vengeance, and the Cause are ours,\n And God’s right hand!\n Madmen! they trample into snakes\n The wormy clod!\n Like fire, beneath their feet awakes\n The sword of God!\n Behind, before, above, below,\n They rouse the brave;\n Where’er they go, they make a foe,\n Or find a grave.","themes":["love","hope","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_587","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"587","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1781-1849"},{"id":"oxford-588","title":"Plaint","poet":"Ebenezer Elliott","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"DARK, deep, and cold the current flows\n Unto the sea where no wind blows,\n Seeking the land which no one knows.\n\nO’er its sad gloom still comes and goes\n The mingled wail of friends and foes,\n Borne to the land which no one knows.\n\nWhy shrieks for help yon wretch, who goes\n With millions, from a world of woes,\n Unto the land which no one knows?\n\nThough myriads go with him who goes,\n Alone he goes where no wind blows,\n Unto the land which no one knows.\n\nFor all must go where no wind blows,\n And none can go for him who goes;\n None, none return whence no one knows.\n\nYet why should he who shrieking goes\n With millions, from a world of woes,\n Reunion seek with it or those?\n\nAlone with God, where no wind blows,\n And Death, his shadow—doom’d, he goes.\n That God is there the shadow shows.\n\nO shoreless Deep, where no wind blows!\n And thou, O Land which no one knows!\n That God is All, His shadow shows.","themes":["spirituality","loneliness","death","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_588","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"588","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1781-1849"},{"id":"oxford-589","title":"The Sun rises bright in France","poet":"Allan Cunningham","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE sun rises bright in France,\n And fair sets he;\n But he has tint the blythe blink he had\n In my ain countree.\n\nO, it’s nae my ain ruin\n That saddens aye my e’e,\n But the dear Marie I left behin’\n Wi’ sweet bairnies three.\n\nMY lanely hearth burn’d bonnie,\n And smiled my ain Marie;\n I’ve left a’ my heart behin’\n In my ain countree.\n\nThe bud comes back to summer,\n And the blossom to the bee;\n But I’ll win back, O never,\n To my ain countree.\n\nO, I am leal to high Heaven,\n Where soon I hope to be,\n An’ there I’ll meet ye a’ soon\n Frae my ain countree!","themes":["love","nature","hope","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_589","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"589","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1784-1843"},{"id":"oxford-590","title":"Hame, Hame, Hame","poet":"Allan Cunningham","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HAME, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be—\n O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countree!\n\nWhen the flower is i’ the bud and the leaf is on the tree,\n The larks shall sing me hame in my ain countree;\n Hame, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be—\n O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countree!\n\nThe green leaf o’ loyaltie’s beginning for to fa’,\n The bonnie White Rose it is withering an’ a’;\n But I’ll water ’t wi’ the blude of usurping tyrannie,\n An’ green it will graw in my ain countree.\n\nO, there’s nocht now frae ruin my country can save,\n But the keys o’ kind heaven, to open the grave;\n That a’ the noble martyrs wha died for loyaltie\n May rise again an’ fight for their ain countree.\n\nThe great now are gane, a’ wha ventured to save,\n The new grass is springing on the tap o’ their grave;\n But the sun through the mirk blinks blythe in my e’e,\n ‘I’ll shine on ye yet in your ain countree.’\n\nHame, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be—\n O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countree!","themes":["nature","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_590","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"590","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1784-1843"},{"id":"oxford-591","title":"The Spring of the Year","poet":"Allan Cunningham","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"GONE were but the winter cold,\n And gone were but the snow,\n I could sleep in the wild woods\n Where primroses blow.\n\nCold’s the snow at my head,\n And cold at my feet;\n And the finger of death’s at my e’en,\n Closing them to sleep.\n\nLet none tell my father\n Or my mother so dear,—\n I’ll meet them both in heaven\n At the spring of the year.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_591","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"591","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1784-1843"},{"id":"oxford-592","title":"Jenny kiss’d Me","poet":"Leigh Hunt","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"JENNY kiss’d me when we met,\n Jumping from the chair she sat in;\n Time, you thief, who love to get\n Sweets into your list, put that in!\n Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,\n Say that health and wealth have miss’d me,\n Say I’m growing old, but add,\n Jenny kiss’d me.","themes":["love","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_592","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"592","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1784-1859"},{"id":"oxford-593","title":"Love and Age","poet":"Thomas Love Peacock","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I PLAY’d with you ’mid cowslips blowing,\n When I was six and you were four;\n When garlands weaving, flower-balls throwing,\n Were pleasures soon to please no more.\n Through groves and meads, o’er grass and heather,\n With little playmates, to and fro,\n We wander’d hand in hand together;\n But that was sixty years ago.\n\nYou grew a lovely roseate maiden,\n And still our early love was strong;\n Still with no care our days were laden,\n They glided joyously along;\n And I did love you very dearly,\n How dearly words want power to show,\n I thought your heart was touch’d as nearly;\n But that was fifty years ago.\n\nThen other lovers came around you,\n Your beauty grew from year to year,\n And many a splendid circle found you\n The centre of its glittering sphere.\n I saw you then, first vows forsaking,\n On rank and wealth your hand bestow;\n O, then I thought my heart was breaking!—\n But that was forty years ago.\n\nAnd I lived on, to wed another:\n No cause she gave me to repine;\n And when I heard you were a mother,\n I did not wish the children mine.\n My own young flock, in fair progression,\n Made up a pleasant Christmas row:\n My joy in them was past expression;\n But that was thirty years ago.\n\nYou grew a matron plump and comely,\n You dwelt in fashion’s brightest blaze;\n My earthly lot was far more homely;\n But I too had my festal days.\n No merrier eyes have ever glisten’d\n Around the hearth-stone’s wintry glow,\n Than when my youngest child was christen’d;\n But that was twenty years ago.\n\nTime pass’d. My eldest girl was married,\n And I am now a grandsire gray;\n One pet of four years old I’ve carried\n Among the wild-flower’d meads to play.\n In our old fields of childish pleasure,\n Where now, as then, the cowslips blow,\n She fills her basket’s ample measure;\n And that is not ten years ago.\n\nBut though first love’s impassion’d blindness\n Has pass’d away in colder light,\n I still have thought of you with kindness,\n And shall do, till our last good-night.\n The ever-rolling silent hours\n Will bring a time we shall not know,\n When our young days of gathering flowers\n Will be an hundred years ago.","themes":["love","nature","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_593","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"593","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1785-1866"},{"id":"oxford-594","title":"The Grave of Love","poet":"Thomas Love Peacock","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I DUG, beneath the cypress shade,\n What well might seem an elfin’s grave;\n And every pledge in earth I laid,\n That erst thy false affection gave.\n\nI press’d them down the sod beneath;\n I placed one mossy stone above;\n And twined the rose’s fading wreath\n Around the sepulchre of love.\n\nFrail as thy love, the flowers were dead\n Ere yet the evening sun was set:\n But years shall see the cypress spread,\n Immutable as my regret.","themes":["love","nature","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_594","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"594","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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What men be ye?\n Gotham’s three wise men we be.\n Whither in your bowl so free?\n To rake the moon from out the sea.\n The bowl goes trim. The moon doth shine.\n And our ballast is old wine.—\n And your ballast is old wine.\n\nWho art thou, so fast adrift?\n I am he they call Old Care.\n Here on board we will thee lift.\n No: I may not enter there.\n Wherefore so? ’Tis Jove’s decree,\n In a bowl Care may not be.—\n In a bowl Care may not be.\n\nFear ye not the waves that roll?\n No: in charmèd bowl we swim.\n What the charm that floats the bowl?\n Water may not pass the brim.\n The bowl goes trim. The moon doth shine.\n And our ballast is old wine.—\n And your ballast is old wine.","themes":["time","night","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_595","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"595","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1785-1866"},{"id":"oxford-596","title":"To Death","poet":"Caroline Southey","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"COME not in terrors clad, to claim\n An unresisting prey:\n Come like an evening shadow, Death!\n So stealthily, so silently!\n And shut mine eyes, and steal my breath;\n Then willingly, O willingly,\n With thee I’ll go away!\n\nWhat need to clutch with iron grasp\n What gentlest touch may take?\n What need with aspect dark to scare,\n So awfully, so terribly,\n The weary soul would hardly care,\n Call’d quietly, call’d tenderly,\n From thy dread power to break?\n\n’Tis not as when thou markest out\n The young, the blest, the gay,\n The loved, the loving—they who dream\n So happily, so hopefully;\n Then harsh thy kindest call may seem,\n And shrinkingly, reluctantly,\n The summon’d may obey.\n\nBut I have drunk enough of life—\n The cup assign’d to me\n Dash’d with a little sweet at best,\n So scantily, so scantily—\n To know full well that all the rest\n More bitterly, more bitterly,\n Drugg’d to the last will be.\n\nAnd I may live to pain some heart\n That kindly cares for me:\n To pain, but not to bless. O Death!\n Come quietly—come lovingly—\n And shut mine eyes, and steal my breath;\n Then willingly, O willingly,\n I’ll go away with thee!","themes":["love","spirituality","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_596","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"596","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1787-1854"},{"id":"oxford-599","title":"We’ll go no more a-roving","poet":"Lord Byron","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SO, we’ll go no more a-roving\n So late into the night,\n Though the heart be still as loving,\n And the moon be still as bright.\n\nFor the sword outwears its sheath,\n And the soul wears out the breast,\n And the heart must pause to breathe,\n And love itself have rest.\n\nThough the night was made for loving,\n And the day returns too soon,\n Yet we’ll go no more a-roving\n By the light of the moon.","themes":["love","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_599","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"599","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1788-1824"},{"id":"oxford-601","title":"The Isles of Greece","poet":"Lord Byron","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE isles of Greece! the isles of Greece\n Where burning Sappho loved and sung,\n Where grew the arts of war and peace,\n Where Delos rose, and Phœbus sprung!\n Eternal summer gilds them yet,\n But all, except their sun, is set.\n\nThe Scian and the Teian muse,\n The hero’s harp, the lover’s lute,\n Have found the fame your shores refuse:\n Their place of birth alone is mute\n To sounds which echo further west\n Than your sires’ ‘Islands of the Blest.’\n\nThe mountains look on Marathon—\n And Marathon looks on the sea;\n And musing there an hour alone,\n I dream’d that Greece might still be free;\n For standing on the Persians’ grave,\n I could not deem myself a slave.\n\nA king sate on the rocky brow\n Which looks o’er sea-born Salamis;\n And ships, by thousands, lay below,\n And men in nations;—all were his!\n He counted them at break of day—\n And when the sun set, where were they?\n\nAnd where are they? and where art thou,\n My country? On thy voiceless shore\n The heroic lay is tuneless now—\n The heroic bosom beats no more!\n And must thy lyre, so long divine,\n Degenerate into hands like mine?\n\n’Tis something in the dearth of fame,\n Though link’d among a fetter’d race,\n To feel at least a patriot’s shame,\n Even as I sing, suffuse my face;\n For what is left the poet here?\n For Greeks a blush—for Greece a tear.\n\nMust we but weep o’er days more blest?\n Must we but blush?—Our fathers bled.\n Earth! render back from out thy breast\n A remnant of our Spartan dead!\n Of the three hundred grant but three,\n To make a new Thermopylæ!\n\nWhat, silent still? and silent all?\n Ah! no;—the voices of the dead\n Sound like a distant torrent’s fall,\n And answer, ‘Let one living head,\n But one, arise,—we come, we come!’\n ’Tis but the living who are dumb.\n\nIn vain—in vain: strike other chords;\n Fill high the cup with Samian wine!\n Leave battles to the Turkish hordes,\n And shed the blood of Scio’s vine!\n Hark! rising to the ignoble call—\n How answers each bold Bacchanal!\n\nYou have the Pyrrhic dance as yet;\n Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?\n Of two such lessons, why forget\n The nobler and the manlier one?\n You have the letters Cadmus gave—\n Think ye he meant them for a slave?\n\nFill high the bowl with Samian wine!\n We will not think of themes like these!\n It made Anacreon’s song divine:\n He served—but served Polycrates—\n A tyrant; but our masters then\n Were still, at least, our countrymen.\n\nThe tyrant of the Chersonese\n Was freedom’s best and bravest friend;\n That tyrant was Miltiades!\n O that the present hour would lend\n Another despot of the kind!\n Such chains as his were sure to bind.\n\nFill high the bowl with Samian wine!\n On Suli’s rock, and Parga’s shore,\n Exists the remnant of a line\n Such as the Doric mothers bore;\n And there, perhaps, some seed is sown,\n The Heracleidan blood might own.\n\nTrust not for freedom to the Franks—\n They have a king who buys and sells;\n In native swords and native ranks\n The only hope of courage dwells:\n But Turkish force and Latin fraud\n Would break your shield, however broad.\n\nFill high the bowl with Samian wine!\n Our virgins dance beneath the shade—\n I see their glorious black eyes shine;\n But gazing on each glowing maid,\n My own the burning tear-drop laves,\n To think such breasts must suckle slaves.\n\nPlace me on Sunium’s marbled steep,\n Where nothing, save the waves and I,\n May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;\n There, swan-like, let me sing and die:\n A land of slaves shall ne’er be mine—\n Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_601","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"601","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1788-1824"},{"id":"oxford-602","title":"The Children Band","poet":"Sir Aubrey De Vere","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ALL holy influences dwell within\n The breast of Childhood: instincts fresh from God\n Inspire it, ere the heart beneath the rod\n Of grief hath bled, or caught the plague of sin.\n How mighty was that fervour which could win\n Its way to infant souls!—and was the sod\n Of Palestine by infant Croises trod?\n Like Joseph went they forth, or Benjamin,\n In all their touching beauty to redeem?\n And did their soft lips kiss the Sepulchre?\n Alas! the lovely pageant as a dream\n Faded! They sank not through ignoble fear;\n They felt not Moslem steel. By mountain, stream,\n In sands, in fens, they died—no mother near!","themes":["love","grief","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_602","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"602","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1788-1846"},{"id":"oxford-604","title":"To Mary","poet":"Charles Wolfe","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IF I had thought thou couldst have died,\n I might not weep for thee;\n But I forgot, when by thy side,\n That thou couldst mortal be:\n It never through my mind had past\n The time would e’er be o’er,\n And I on thee should look my last,\n And thou shouldst smile no more!\n\nAnd still upon that face I look,\n And think ’twill smile again;\n And still the thought I will not brook,\n That I must look in vain.\n But when I speak—thou dost not say\n What thou ne’er left’st unsaid;\n And now I feel, as well I may,\n Sweet Mary, thou art dead!\n\nIf thou wouldst stay, e’en as thou art,\n All cold and all serene—\n I still might press thy silent heart,\n And where thy smiles have been.\n While e’en thy chill, bleak corse I have,\n Thou seemest still mine own;\n But there—I lay thee in thy grave,\n And I am now alone!\n\nI do not think, where’er thou art,\n Thou hast forgotten me;\n And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart\n In thinking too of thee:\n Yet there was round thee such a dawn\n Of light ne’er seen before,\n As fancy never could have drawn,\n And never can restore!","themes":["love","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_604","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"604","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1791-1823"},{"id":"oxford-605","title":"Hymn of Pan","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"FROM the forests and highlands\n We come, we come;\n From the river-girt islands,\n Where loud waves are dumb,\n Listening to my sweet pipings.\n The wind in the reeds and the rushes,\n The bees on the bells of thyme,\n The birds on the myrtle bushes,\n The cicale above in the lime,\n And the lizards below in the grass,\n Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was,\n Listening to my sweet pipings.\n\nLiquid Peneus was flowing,\n And all dark Tempe lay\n In Pelion’s shadow, outgrowing\n The light of the dying day,\n Speeded by my sweet pipings.\n The Sileni and Sylvans and Fauns,\n And the Nymphs of the woods and waves,\n To the edge of the moist river-lawns,\n And the brink of the dewy caves,\n And all that did then attend and follow,\n Were silent with love, as you now, Apollo,\n With envy of my sweet pipings.\n\nI sang of the dancing stars,\n I sang of the dædal earth,\n And of heaven, and the giant wars,\n And love, and death, and birth.\n And then I changed my pipings—\n Singing how down the vale of Mænalus\n I pursued a maiden, and clasp’d a reed:\n Gods and men, we are all deluded thus;\n It breaks in our bosom, and then we bleed.\n All wept—as I think both ye now would,\n If envy or age had not frozen your blood—\n At the sorrow of my sweet pipings.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_605","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"605","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1792-1822"},{"id":"oxford-606","title":"The Invitation","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"BEST and brightest, come away!\n Fairer far than this fair Day,\n Which, like thee to those in sorrow,\n Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow\n To the rough Year just awake\n In its cradle on the brake.\n The brightest hour of unborn Spring,\n Through the winter wandering,\n Found, it seems, the halcyon Morn\n To hoar February born.\n Bending from heaven, in azure mirth,\n It kiss’d the forehead of the Earth;\n And smiled upon the silent sea;\n And bade the frozen streams be free;\n And waked to music all their fountains;\n And breathed upon the frozen mountains;\n And like a prophetess of May\n Strew’d flowers upon the barren way,\n Making the wintry world appear\n Like one on whom thou smilest, dear.\n\nAway, away, from men and towns,\n To the wild wood and the downs—\n To the silent wilderness\n Where the soul need not repress\n Its music lest it should not find\n An echo in another’s mind,\n While the touch of Nature’s art\n Harmonizes heart to heart.\n I leave this notice on my door\n For each accustomed visitor:—\n ‘I am gone into the fields\n To take what this sweet hour yields.\n Reflection, you may come to-morrow;\n Sit by the fireside with Sorrow.\n You with the unpaid bill, Despair,—\n You tiresome verse-reciter, Care,—\n I will pay you in the grave,—\n Death will listen to your stave.\n Expectation too, be off!\n To-day is for itself enough.\n Hope, in pity, mock not Woe\n With smiles, nor follow where I go;\n Long having lived on your sweet food,\n At length I find one moment’s good\n After long pain: with all your love,\n This you never told me of.’\n\nRadiant Sister of the Day,\n Awake! arise! and come away!\n To the wild woods and the plains;\n And the pools where winter rains\n Image all their roof of leaves;\n Where the pine its garland weaves\n Of sapless green and ivy dun\n Round stems that never kiss the sun;\n Where the lawns and pastures be,\n And the sandhills of the sea;\n When the melting hoar-frost wets\n The daisy-star that never sets,\n And wind-flowers, and violets\n Which yet join not scent to hue,\n Crown the pale year weak and new;\n When the night is left behind\n In the deep east, dun and blind,\n And the blue noon is over us,\n And the multitudinous\n Billows murmur at our feet\n Where the earth and ocean meet,\n And all things seem only one\n In the universal sun.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_606","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"606","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1792-1822"},{"id":"oxford-607","title":"Hellas","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE world’s great age begins anew,\n The golden years return,\n The earth doth like a snake renew\n Her winter weeds outworn:\n Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam\n Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.\n\nA brighter Hellas rears its mountains\n From waves serener far;\n A new Peneus rolls his fountains\n Against the morning star;\n Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep\n Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep.\n\nA loftier Argo cleaves the main,\n Fraught with a later prize;\n Another Orpheus sings again,\n And loves, and weeps, and dies;\n A new Ulysses leaves once more\n Calypso for his native shore.\n\nO write no more the tale of Troy,\n If earth Death’s scroll must be—\n Nor mix with Laian rage the joy\n Which dawns upon the free,\n Although a subtler Sphinx renew\n Riddles of death Thebes never knew.\n\nAnother Athens shall arise,\n And to remoter time\n Bequeath, like sunset to the skies,\n The splendour of its prime;\n And leave, if naught so bright may live,\n All earth can take or Heaven can give.\n\nSaturn and Love their long repose\n Shall burst, more bright and good\n Than all who fell, than One who rose,\n Than many unsubdued:\n Not gold, not blood, their altar dowers,\n But votive tears and symbol flowers.\n\nO cease! must hate and death return?\n Cease! must men kill and die?\n Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn\n Of bitter prophecy!\n The world is weary of the past—\n O might it die or rest at last!","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_607","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"607","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1792-1822"},{"id":"oxford-609","title":"The Moon","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I\n\nAND, like a dying lady lean and pale,\n Who totters forth, wrapp’d in a gauzy veil,\n Out of her chamber, led by the insane\n And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,\n The moon arose up in the murky east\n A white and shapeless mass.\n\nII\n\nART thou pale for weariness\n Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,\n Wandering companionless\n Among the stars that have a different birth,\n And ever changing, like a joyless eye\n That finds no object worth its constancy?","themes":["spirituality","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_609","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"609","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1792-1822"},{"id":"oxford-613","title":"From the Arabic","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"MY faint spirit was sitting in the light\n Of thy looks, my love;\n It panted for thee like the hind at noon\n For the brooks, my love.\n Thy barb, whose hoofs outspeed the tempest’s flight,\n Bore thee far from me;\n My heart, for my weak feet were weary soon,\n Did companion thee.\n\nAh! fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed,\n Or the death they bear,\n The heart which tender thought clothes like a dove\n With the wings of care;\n In the battle, in the darkness, in the need,\n Shall mine cling to thee,\n Nor claim one smile for all the comfort, love,\n It may bring to thee.","themes":["love","death","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_613","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"613","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1792-1822"},{"id":"oxford-617","title":"Remorse","poet":"Percy Bysshe Shelley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"AWAY! the moor is dark beneath the moon,\n Rapid clouds have drunk the last pale beam of even:\n Away! the gathering winds will call the darkness soon,\n And profoundest midnight shroud the serene lights of heaven.\n\nPause not! the time is past! Every voice cries ‘Away!’\n Tempt not with one last tear thy friend’s ungentle mood:\n Thy lover’s eye, so glazed and cold, dares not entreat thy stay:\n Duty and dereliction guide thee back to solitude.\n\nAway, away! to thy sad and silent home;\n Pour bitter tears on its desolated hearth;\n Watch the dim shades as like ghosts they go and come,\n And complicate strange webs of melancholy mirth.\n The leaves of wasted autumn woods shall float around thine head,\n The blooms of dewy Spring shall gleam beneath thy feet:\n But thy soul or this world must fade in the frost that binds the dead,\n Ere midnight’s frown and morning’s smile, ere thou and peace, may meet.\n\nThe cloud shadows of midnight possess their own repose,\n For the weary winds are silent, or the moon is in the deep;\n Some respite to its turbulence unresting ocean knows;\n Whatever moves or toils or grieves hath its appointed sleep.\n Thou in the grave shalt rest:—yet, till the phantoms flee,\n Which that house and heath and garden made dear to thee erewhile,\n Thy remembrance and repentance and deep musings are not free\n From the music of two voices, and the light of one sweet smile.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_617","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"617","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1792-1822"},{"id":"oxford-619","title":"Willie and Helen","poet":"Hew Ainslie","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"‘WHAREFORE sou’d ye talk o’ love,\n Unless it be to pain us?\n Wharefore sou’d ye talk o’ love\n Whan ye say the sea maun twain us?’\n\n‘It’s no because my love is light,\n Nor for your angry deddy;\n It’s a’ to buy ye pearlins bright,\n An’ to busk ye like a leddy.’\n\n‘O Willy, I can caird an’ spin,\n Se ne’er can want for cleedin’;\n An’ gin I hae my Willy’s heart,\n I hae a’ the pearls I’m heedin’.\n\n‘Will it be time to praise this cheek\n Whan years an’ tears has blench’d it?\n Will it be time to talk o’ love\n Whan cauld an’ care has quench’d it?’\n\nHe’s laid ae han’ about her waist—\n The ither’s held to heaven;\n An’ his luik was like the luik o’ man\n Wha’s heart in twa is riven.","themes":["love","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_619","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"619","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1792-1878"},{"id":"oxford-620","title":"Burial of the Dead","poet":"John Keble","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I THOUGHT to meet no more, so dreary seem’d\n Death’s interposing veil, and thou so pure,\n Thy place in Paradise\n Beyond where I could soar:\n\nFriend of this worthless heart! but happier thoughts\n Spring like unbidden violets from the sod,\n Where patiently thou tak’st\n Thy sweet and sure repose.\n\nThe shadows fall more soothing: the soft air\n Is full of cheering whispers like thine own;\n While Memory, by thy grave,\n Lives o’er thy funeral day;\n\nThe deep knell dying down, the mourners’ pause,\n Waiting their Saviour’s welcome at the gate.—\n Sure with the words of Heaven\n Thy spirit met us there,\n\nAnd sought with us along th’ accustom’d way\n The hallow’d porch, and entering in, beheld\n The pageant of sad joy\n So dear to Faith and Hope.\n\nO! hadst thou brought a strain from Paradise\n To cheer us, happy soul, thou hadst not touch’d\n The sacred springs of grief\n More tenderly and true,\n Than those deep-warbled anthems, high and low,\n Low as the grave, high as th’ Eternal Throne,\n Guiding through light and gloom\n Our mourning fancies wild,\n\nTill gently, like soft golden clouds at eve\n Around the western twilight, all subside\n Into a placid faith,\n That even with beaming eye\n\nCounts thy sad honours, coffin, bier, and pall;\n So many relics of a frail love lost,\n So many tokens dear\n Of endless love begun.\n\nListen! it is no dream: th’ Apostles’ trump\n Gives earnest of th’ Archangel’s;—calmly now,\n Our hearts yet beating high\n To that victorious lay\n\n(Most like a warrior’s, to the martial dirge\n Of a true comrade), in the grave we trust\n Our treasure for awhile:\n And if a tear steal down,\n\nIf human anguish o’er the shaded brow\n Pass shuddering, when the handful of pure earth\n Touches the coffin-lid;\n If at our brother’s name,\n\nOnce and again the thought, ‘for ever gone,’\n Come o’er us like a cloud; yet, gentle spright,\n Thou turnest not away,\n Thou know’st us calm at heart.\n\nOne look, and we have seen our last of thee,\n Till we too sleep and our long sleep be o’er.\n O cleanse us, ere we view\n That countenance pure again,\n\nThou, who canst change the heart, and raise the dead!\n As Thou art by to soothe our parting hour,\n Be ready when we meet,\n With Thy dear pardoning words.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_620","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"620","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1792-1866"},{"id":"oxford-621","title":"Written in Northampton County Asylum","poet":"John Clare","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I AM! yet what I am who cares, or knows?\n My friends forsake me like a memory lost.\n I am the self-consumer of my woes;\n They rise and vanish, an oblivious host,\n Shadows of life, whose very soul is lost.\n And yet I am—I live—though I am toss’d\n\nInto the nothingness of scorn and noise,\n Into the living sea of waking dream,\n Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys,\n But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem\n And all that’s dear. Even those I loved the best\n Are strange—nay, they are stranger than the rest.\n\nI long for scenes where man has never trod—\n For scenes where woman never smiled or wept—\n There to abide with my Creator, God,\n And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,\n Full of high thoughts, unborn. So let me lie,—\n The grass below; above, the vaulted sky.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_621","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"621","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1793-1864"},{"id":"oxford-622","title":"Dirge","poet":"Felicia Dorothea Hemans","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"CALM on the bosom of thy God,\n Fair spirit, rest thee now!\n E’en while with ours thy footsteps trod,\n His seal was on thy brow.\n\nDust, to its narrow house beneath!\n Soul, to its place on high!\n They that have seen thy look in death\n No more may fear to die.","themes":["spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_622","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"622","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1793-1835"},{"id":"oxford-623","title":"Song of the Indian Maid","poet":"John Keats","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O SORROW!\n Why dost borrow\n The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?—\n To give maiden blushes\n To the white rose bushes?\n Or is it thy dewy hand the daisy tips?\n\nO Sorrow!\n Why dost borrow\n The lustrous passion from a falcon-eye?—\n To give the glow-worm light?\n Or, on a moonless night,\n To tinge, on siren shores, the salt sea-spry?\n\nO Sorrow!\n Why dost borrow\n The mellow ditties from a mourning tongue?—\n To give at evening pale\n Unto the nightingale,\n That thou mayst listen the cold dews among?\n\nO Sorrow!\n Why dost borrow\n Heart’s lightness from the merriment of May?—\n A lover would not tread\n A cowslip on the head,\n Though he should dance from eve till peep of day—\n Nor any drooping flower\n Held sacred for thy bower,\n Wherever he may sport himself and play.\n\nTo Sorrow\n I bade good morrow,\n And thought to leave her far away behind;\n But cheerly, cheerly,\n She loves me dearly;\n She is so constant to me, and so kind:\n I would deceive her,\n And so leave her,\n But ah! she is so constant and so kind.\n\nBeneath my palm-trees, by the river side,\n I sat a-weeping: in the whole world wide\n There was no one to ask me why I wept,—\n And so I kept\n Brimming the water-lily cups with tears\n Cold as my fears.\n Beneath my palm-trees, by the river side,\n I sat a-weeping: what enamour’d bride,\n Cheated by shadowy wooer from the clouds,\n But hides and shrouds\n Beneath dark palm-trees by a river side?\n\nAnd as I sat, over the light blue hills\n There came a noise of revellers: the rills\n Into the wide stream came of purple hue—\n ’Twas Bacchus and his crew!\n The earnest trumpet spake, and silver thrills\n From kissing cymbals made a merry din—\n ’Twas Bacchus and his kin!\n Like to a moving vintage down they came,\n Crown’d with green leaves, and faces all on flame;\n All madly dancing through the pleasant valley,\n To scare thee, Melancholy!\n O then, O then, thou wast a simple name!\n And I forgot thee, as the berried holly\n By shepherds is forgotten, when in June\n Tall chestnuts keep away the sun and moon:—\n I rush’d into the folly!\n\nWithin his car, aloft, young Bacchus stood,\n Trifling his ivy-dart, in dancing mood,\n With sidelong laughing;\n And little rills of crimson wine imbrued\n His plump white arms and shoulders, enough white\n For Venus’ pearly bite;\n And near him rode Silenus on his ass,\n Pelted with flowers as he on did pass\n Tipsily quaffing.\n\n‘Whence came ye, merry Damsels! whence came ye,\n So many, and so many, and such glee?\n Why have ye left your bowers desolate,\n Your lutes, and gentler fate?’—\n ‘We follow Bacchus! Bacchus on the wing,\n A-conquering!\n Bacchus, young Bacchus! good or ill betide,\n We dance before him thorough kingdoms wide:—\n Come hither, lady fair, and joinèd be\n To our wild minstrelsy!’\n\n‘Whence came ye, jolly Satyrs! whence came ye,\n So many, and so many, and such glee?\n Why have ye left your forest haunts, why left\n Your nuts in oak-tree cleft?’—\n ‘For wine, for wine we left our kernel tree;\n For wine we left our heath, and yellow brooms,\n And cold mushrooms;\n For wine we follow Bacchus through the earth;\n Great god of breathless cups and chirping mirth!\n Come hither, lady fair, and joinèd be\n To our mad minstrelsy!’\n\nOver wide streams and mountains great we went,\n And, save when Bacchus kept his ivy tent,\n Onward the tiger and the leopard pants,\n With Asian elephants:\n Onward these myriads—with song and dance,\n With zebras striped, and sleek Arabians’ prance,\n Web-footed alligators, crocodiles,\n Bearing upon their scaly backs, in files,\n Plump infant laughers mimicking the coil\n Of seamen, and stout galley-rowers’ toil:\n With toying oars and silken sails they glide,\n Nor care for wind and tide.\n\nMounted on panthers’ furs and lions’ manes,\n From rear to van they scour about the plains;\n A three days’ journey in a moment done;\n And always, at the rising of the sun,\n About the wilds they hunt with spear and horn,\n On spleenful unicorn.\n\nI saw Osirian Egypt kneel adown\n Before the vine-wreath crown!\n I saw parch’d Abyssinia rouse and sing\n To the silver cymbals’ ring!\n I saw the whelming vintage hotly pierce\n Old Tartary the fierce!\n The kings of Ind their jewel-sceptres vail,\n And from their treasures scatter pearlèd hail;\n Great Brahma from his mystic heaven groans,\n And all his priesthood moans,\n Before young Bacchus’ eye-wink turning pale.\n Into these regions came I, following him,\n Sick-hearted, weary—so I took a whim\n To stray away into these forests drear,\n Alone, without a peer:\n And I have told thee all thou mayest hear.\n\nYoung Stranger!\n I’ve been a ranger\n In search of pleasure throughout every clime;\n Alas! ’tis not for me!\n Bewitch’d I sure must be,\n To lose in grieving all my maiden prime.\n\nCome then, Sorrow,\n Sweetest Sorrow!\n Like an own babe I nurse thee on my breast:\n I thought to leave thee,\n And deceive thee,\n But now of all the world I love thee best.\n\nThere is not one,\n No, no, not one\n But thee to comfort a poor lonely maid;\n Thou art her mother,\n And her brother,\n Her playmate, and her wooer in the shade.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_623","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"623","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1795-1821"},{"id":"oxford-625","title":"Ode on a Grecian Urn","poet":"John Keats","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THOU still unravish’d bride of quietness,\n Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time,\n Sylvan historian, who canst thus express\n A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:\n What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape\n Of deities or mortals, or of both,\n In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?\n What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?\n What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?\n What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?\n\nHeard melodies are sweet, but those unheard\n Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;\n Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d,\n Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:\n Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave\n Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;\n Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,\n Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve;\n She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,\n For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!\n\nAh, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed\n Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;\n And, happy melodist, unwearièd,\n For ever piping songs for ever new;\n More happy love! more happy, happy love!\n For ever warm and still to be enjoy’d,\n For ever panting and for ever young;\n All breathing human passion far above,\n That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy’d,\n A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.\n\nWho are these coming to the sacrifice?\n To what green altar, O mysterious priest,\n Lead’st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,\n And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?\n What little town by river or sea-shore,\n Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,\n Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn?\n And, little town, thy streets for evermore\n Will silent be; and not a soul, to tell\n Why thou art desolate, can e’er return.\n\nO Attic shape! fair attitude! with brede\n Of marble men and maidens overwrought,\n With forest branches and the trodden weed;\n Thou, silent form! dost tease us out of thought\n As doth eternity. Cold Pastoral!\n When old age shall this generation waste,\n Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe\n Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say’st,\n ‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all\n Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.’","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_625","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"625","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1795-1821"},{"id":"oxford-626","title":"Ode to Psyche","poet":"John Keats","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O GODDESS! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung\n By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear,\n And pardon that thy secrets should be sung\n Even into thine own soft-conchèd ear:\n Surely I dream’d to-day, or did I see\n The wingèd Psyche with awaken’d eyes?\n I wander’d in a forest thoughtlessly,\n And, on the sudden, fainting with surprise,\n Saw two fair creatures, couchèd side by side\n In deepest grass, beneath the whisp’ring roof\n Of leaves and trembled blossoms, where there ran\n A brooklet, scarce espied:\n ’Mid hush’d, cool-rooted flowers fragrant-eyed,\n Blue, silver-white, and budded Tyrian\n They lay calm-breathing on the bedded grass;\n Their arms embracèd, and their pinions too;\n Their lips touch’d not, but had not bade adieu,\n As if disjoinèd by soft-handed slumber,\n And ready still past kisses to outnumber\n At tender eye-dawn of aurorean love:\n The wingèd boy I knew;\n But who wast thou, O happy, happy dove?\n His Psyche true!\n\nO latest-born and loveliest vision far\n Of all Olympus’ faded hierarchy!\n Fairer than Phœbe’s sapphire-region’d star,\n Or Vesper, amorous glow-worm of the sky;\n Fairer than these, though temple thou hast none,\n Nor altar heap’d with flowers;\n Nor Virgin-choir to make delicious moan\n Upon the midnight hours;\n No voice, no lute, no pipe, no incense sweet\n From chain-swung censer teeming;\n No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat\n Of pale-mouth’d prophet dreaming.\n\nO brightest! though too late for antique vows,\n Too, too late for the fond believing lyre,\n When holy were the haunted forest boughs,\n Holy the air, the water, and the fire;\n Yet even in these days so far retired\n From happy pieties, thy lucent fans,\n Fluttering among the faint Olympians,\n I see, and sing, by my own eyes inspired.\n So let me be thy choir, and make a moan\n Upon the midnight hours;\n Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet\n From swingèd censer teeming:\n Thy shrine, thy grove, thy oracle, thy heat\n Of pale-mouth’d prophet dreaming.\n\nYes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane\n In some untrodden region of my mind,\n Where branchèd thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain,\n Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind:\n Far, far around shall those dark-cluster’d trees\n Fledge the wild-ridgèd mountains steep by steep;\n And there by zephyrs, streams, and birds, and bees,\n The moss-lain Dryads shall be lull’d to sleep;\n And in the midst of this wide quietness\n A rosy sanctuary will I dress\n With the wreath’d trellis of a working brain,\n With buds, and bells, and stars without a name,\n With all the gardener Fancy e’er could feign,\n Who, breeding flowers, will never breed the same;\n And there shall be for thee all soft delight\n That shadowy thought can win,\n A bright torch, and a casement ope at night,\n To let the warm Love in!","themes":["love","nature","hope","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_626","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"626","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1795-1821"},{"id":"oxford-628","title":"Ode on Melancholy","poet":"John Keats","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"NO, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist\n Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;\n Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kist\n By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;\n Make not your rosary of yew-berries,\n Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be\n Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl\n A partner in your sorrow’s mysteries;\n For shade to shade will come too drowsily,\n And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.\n\nBut when the melancholy fit shall fall\n Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,\n That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,\n And hides the green hill in an April shroud;\n Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,\n Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,\n Or on the wealth of globèd peonies;\n Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,\n Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,\n And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.\n\nShe dwells with Beauty—Beauty that must die;\n And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips\n Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,\n Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:\n Ay, in the very temple of Delight\n Veil’d Melancholy has her sovran shrine,\n Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue\n Can burst Joy’s grape against his palate fine;\n His soul shall taste the sadness of her might,\n And be among her cloudy trophies hung.","themes":["nature","grief","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_628","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"628","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1795-1821"},{"id":"oxford-629","title":"Fragment of an Ode to Maia","poet":"John Keats","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"MOTHER of Hermes! and still youthful Maia!\n May I sing to thee\n As thou wast hymnèd on the shores of Baiæ?\n Or may I woo thee\n In earlier Sicilian? or thy smiles\n Seek as they once were sought, in Grecian isles,\n By bards who died content on pleasant sward,\n Leaving great verse unto a little clan?\n O give me their old vigour! and unheard\n Save of the quiet primrose, and the span\n Of heaven, and few ears,\n Rounded by thee, my song should die away\n Content as theirs,\n Rich in the simple worship of a day.","themes":["time","spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_629","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"629","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1795-1821"},{"id":"oxford-636","title":"To Sleep","poet":"John Keats","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O SOFT embalmer of the still midnight!\n Shutting with careful fingers and benign\n Our gloom-pleased eyes, embower’d from the light,\n Enshaded in forgetfulness divine;\n O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close,\n In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes,\n Or wait the amen, ere thy poppy throws\n Around my bed its lulling charities;\n Then save me, or the passèd day will shine\n Upon my pillow, breeding many woes;\n Save me from curious conscience, that still lords\n Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;\n Turn the key deftly in the oilèd wards,\n And seal the hushèd casket of my soul.","themes":["spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_636","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"636","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1795-1821"},{"id":"oxford-638","title":"The Outlaw of Loch Lene","poet":"Jeremiah Joseph Callanan","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O MANY a day have I made good ale in the glen,\n That came not of stream or malt, like the brewing of men:\n My bed was the ground; my roof, the green-wood above;\n And the wealth that I sought, one far kind glance from my Love.\n\nAlas! on that night when the horses I drove from the field,\n That I was not near from terror my angel to shield!\n She stretch’d forth her arms; her mantle she flung to the wind,\n And swam o’er Loch Lene, her outlaw’d lover to find.\n\nO would that a freezing sleet-wing’d tempest did sweep,\n And I and my love were alone, far off on the deep;\n I’d ask not a ship, or a bark, or a pinnace, to save—\n With her hand round my waist, I’d fear not the wind or the wave.\n\n’Tis down by the lake where the wild tree fringes its sides,\n The maid of my heart, my fair one of Heaven resides:\n I think, as at eve she wanders its mazes among,\n The birds go to sleep by the sweet wild twist of her song.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_638","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"638","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1795-1839"},{"id":"oxford-639","title":"TOO solemn for day, too sweet for night,","poet":"William Sidney Walker","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"TOO solemn for day, too sweet for night,\n Come not in darkness, come not in light;\n But come in some twilight interim,\n When the gloom is soft, and the light is dim.","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_639","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"639","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1795-1846"},{"id":"oxford-640","title":"Song","poet":"George Darley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SWEET in her green dell the flower of beauty slumbers,\n Lull’d by the faint breezes sighing through her hair;\n Sleeps she and hears not the melancholy numbers\n Breathed to my sad lute ’mid the lonely air.\n\nDown from the high cliffs the rivulet is teeming\n To wind round the willow banks that lure him from above:\n O that in tears, from my rocky prison streaming,\n I too could glide to the bower of my love!\n\nAh! where the woodbines with sleepy arms have wound her,\n Opes she her eyelids at the dream of my lay,\n Listening, like the dove, while the fountains echo round her,\n To her lost mate’s call in the forests far away.\n\nCome then, my bird! For the peace thou ever bearest,\n Still Heaven’s messenger of comfort to me—\n Come—this fond bosom, O faithfullest and fairest,\n Bleeds with its death-wound, its wound of love for thee!","themes":["love","nature","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_640","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"640","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1795-1846"},{"id":"oxford-641","title":"To Helene","poet":"George Darley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I SENT a ring—a little band\n Of emerald and ruby stone,\n And bade it, sparkling on thy hand,\n Tell thee sweet tales of one\n Whose constant memory\n Was full of loveliness, and thee.\n\nA shell was graven on its gold,—\n ’Twas Cupid fix’d without his wings—\n To Helene once it would have told\n More than was ever told by rings:\n But now all’s past and gone,\n Her love is buried with that stone.\n\nThou shalt not see the tears that start\n From eyes by thoughts like these beguiled;\n Thou shalt not know the beating heart,\n Ever a victim and a child:\n Yet Helene, love, believe\n The heart that never could deceive.\n\nI’ll hear thy voice of melody\n In the sweet whispers of the air;\n I’ll see the brightness of thine eye\n In the blue evening’s dewy star;\n In crystal streams thy purity;\n And look on Heaven to look on thee.","themes":["love","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_641","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"641","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1795-1846"},{"id":"oxford-642","title":"The Fallen Star","poet":"George Darley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"A STAR is gone! a star is gone!\n There is a blank in Heaven;\n One of the cherub choir has done\n His airy course this even.\n\nHe sat upon the orb of fire\n That hung for ages there,\n And lent his music to the choir\n That haunts the nightly air.\n\nBut when his thousand years are pass’d,\n With a cherubic sigh\n He vanish’d with his car at last,\n For even cherubs die!\n\nHear how his angel-brothers mourn—\n The minstrels of the spheres—\n Each chiming sadly in his turn\n And dropping splendid tears.\n\nThe planetary sisters all\n Join in the fatal song,\n And weep this hapless brother’s fall,\n Who sang with them so long.\n\nBut deepest of the choral band\n The Lunar Spirit sings,\n And with a bass-according hand\n Sweeps all her sullen strings.\n\nFrom the deep chambers of the dome\n Where sleepless Uriel lies,\n His rude harmonic thunders come\n Mingled with mighty sighs.\n\nThe thousand car-borne cherubim,\n The wandering eleven,\n All join to chant the dirge of him\n Who fell just now from Heaven.","themes":["grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_642","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"642","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1795-1846"},{"id":"oxford-643","title":"The Solitary-Hearted","poet":"Hartley Coleridge","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SHE was a queen of noble Nature’s crowning,\n A smile of hers was like an act of grace;\n She had no winsome looks, no pretty frowning,\n Like daily beauties of the vulgar race:\n But if she smiled, a light was on her face,\n A clear, cool kindliness, a lunar beam\n Of peaceful radiance, silvering o’er the stream\n Of human thought with unabiding glory;\n Not quite a waking truth, not quite a dream,\n A visitation, bright and transitory.\n\nBut she is changed,—hath felt the touch of sorrow,\n No love hath she, no understanding friend;\n O grief! when Heaven is forced of earth to borrow\n What the poor niggard earth has not to lend;\n But when the stalk is snapt, the rose must bend.\n The tallest flower that skyward rears its head\n Grows from the common ground, and there must shed\n Its delicate petals. Cruel fate, too surely,\n That they should find so base a bridal bed,\n Who lived in virgin pride, so sweet and purely.\n\nShe had a brother, and a tender father,\n And she was loved, but not as others are\n From whom we ask return of love,—but rather\n As one might love a dream; a phantom fair\n Of something exquisitely strange and rare,\n Which all were glad to look on, men and maids,\n Yet no one claim’d—as oft, in dewy glades,\n The peering primrose, like a sudden gladness,\n Gleams on the soul, yet unregarded fades;—\n The joy is ours, but all its own the sadness.\n\n’Tis vain to say—her worst of grief is only\n The common lot, which all the world have known;\n To her ’tis more, because her heart is lonely,\n And yet she hath no strength to stand alone,—\n Once she had playmates, fancies of her own,\n And she did love them. They are past away\n As Fairies vanish at the break of day;\n And like a spectre of an age departed,\n Or unsphered Angel wofully astray,\n She glides along—the solitary-hearted.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_643","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"643","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1796-1849"},{"id":"oxford-645","title":"Early Death","poet":"Hartley Coleridge","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SHE pass’d away like morning dew\n Before the sun was high;\n So brief her time, she scarcely knew\n The meaning of a sigh.\n\nAs round the rose its soft perfume,\n Sweet love around her floated;\n Admired she grew—while mortal doom\n Crept on, unfear’d, unnoted.\n\nLove was her guardian Angel here,\n But Love to Death resign’d her;\n Tho’ Love was kind, why should we fear\n But holy Death is kinder?","themes":["love","nature","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_645","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"645","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1796-1849"},{"id":"oxford-646","title":"Friendship","poet":"Hartley Coleridge","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHEN we were idlers with the loitering rills,\n The need of human love we little noted:\n Our love was nature; and the peace that floated\n On the white mist, and dwelt upon the hills,\n To sweet accord subdued our wayward wills:\n One soul was ours, one mind, one heart devoted,\n That, wisely doting, ask’d not why it doted,\n And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills.\n But now I find how dear thou wert to me;\n That man is more than half of nature’s treasure,\n Of that fair beauty which no eye can see,\n Of that sweet music which no ear can measure;\n And now the streams may sing for others’ pleasure,\n The hills sleep on in their eternity.","themes":["love","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_646","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"646","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1796-1849"},{"id":"oxford-647","title":"Autumn","poet":"Thomas Hood","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I SAW old Autumn in the misty morn\n Stand shadowless like Silence, listening\n To silence, for no lonely bird would sing\n Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,\n Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;—\n Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright\n With tangled gossamer that fell by night,\n Pearling his coronet of golden corn.\n\nWhere are the songs of Summer?—With the sun,\n Oping the dusky eyelids of the south,\n Till shade and silence waken up as one,\n And Morning sings with a warm odorous mouth.\n Where are the merry birds?—Away, away,\n On panting wings through the inclement skies,\n Lest owls should prey\n Undazzled at noonday,\n And tear with horny beak their lustrous eyes.\n\nWhere are the blooms of Summer?—In the west,\n Blushing their last to the last sunny hours,\n When the mild Eve by sudden Night is prest\n Like tearful Proserpine, snatch’d from her flow’rs\n To a most gloomy breast.\n Where is the pride of Summer,—the green prime,—\n The many, many leaves all twinkling?—Three\n On the moss’d elm; three on the naked lime\n Trembling,—and one upon the old oak-tree!\n Where is the Dryad’s immortality?—\n Gone into mournful cypress and dark yew,\n Or wearing the long gloomy Winter through\n In the smooth holly’s green eternity.\n\nThe squirrel gloats on his accomplished hoard,\n The ants have brimm’d their garners with ripe grain,\n And honey bees have stored\n The sweets of Summer in their luscious cells;\n The swallows all have wing’d across the main;\n But here the Autumn melancholy dwells,\n And sighs her tearful spells\n Amongst the sunless shadows of the plain.\n Alone, alone,\n Upon a mossy stone,\n She sits and reckons up the dead and gone\n With the last leaves for a love-rosary,\n Whilst all the wither’d world looks drearily,\n Like a dim picture of the drownèd past\n In the hush’d mind’s mysterious far away,\n Doubtful what ghostly thing will steal the last\n Into that distance, gray upon the gray.\n\nO go and sit with her, and be o’ershaded\n Under the languid downfall of her hair:\n She wears a coronal of flowers faded\n Upon her forehead, and a face of care;—\n There is enough of wither’d everywhere\n To make her bower,—and enough of gloom;\n There is enough of sadness to invite,\n If only for the rose that died, whose doom\n Is Beauty’s,—she that with the living bloom\n Of conscious cheeks most beautifies the light:\n There is enough of sorrowing, and quite\n Enough of bitter fruits the earth doth bear,—\n Enough of chilly droppings for her bowl;\n Enough of fear and shadowy despair,\n To frame her cloudy prison for the soul!","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_647","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"647","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1798-1845"},{"id":"oxford-648","title":"Silence","poet":"Thomas Hood","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THERE is a silence where hath been no sound,\n There is a silence where no sound may be,\n In the cold grave—under the deep, deep sea,\n Or in wide desert where no life is found,\n Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound;\n No voice is hush’d—no life treads silently,\n But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free,\n That never spoke, over the idle ground:\n But in green ruins, in the desolate walls\n Of antique palaces, where Man hath been,\n Though the dun fox or wild hyæna calls,\n And owls, that flit continually between,\n Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan—\n There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone.","themes":["loneliness","death","night","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_648","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"648","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1798-1845"},{"id":"oxford-649","title":"Death","poet":"Thomas Hood","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IT is not death, that sometime in a sigh\n This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight;\n That sometime these bright stars, that now reply\n In sunlight to the sun, shall set in night;\n That this warm conscious flesh shall perish quite,\n And all life’s ruddy springs forget to flow;\n That thoughts shall cease, and the immortal sprite\n Be lapp’d in alien clay and laid below;\n It is not death to know this—but to know\n That pious thoughts, which visit at new graves\n In tender pilgrimage, will cease to go\n So duly and so oft—and when grass waves\n Over the pass’d-away, there may be then\n No resurrection in the minds of men.","themes":["death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_649","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"649","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1798-1845"},{"id":"oxford-650","title":"Fair Ines","poet":"Thomas Hood","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O SAW ye not fair Ines?\n She’s gone into the West,\n To dazzle when the sun is down,\n And rob the world of rest:\n She took our daylight with her,\n The smiles that we love best,\n With morning blushes on her cheek,\n And pearls upon her breast.\n\nO turn again, fair Ines,\n Before the fall of night,\n For fear the Moon should shine alone,\n And stars unrivall’d bright;\n And blessèd will the lover be\n That walks beneath their light,\n And breathes the love against thy cheek\n I dare not even write!\n\nWould I had been, fair Ines,\n That gallant cavalier,\n Who rode so gaily by thy side,\n And whisper’d thee so near!\n Were there no bonny dames at home,\n Or no true lovers here,\n That he should cross the seas to win\n The dearest of the dear?\n\nI saw thee, lovely Ines,\n Descend along the shore,\n With bands of noble gentlemen,\n And banners waved before;\n And gentle youth and maidens gay,\n And snowy plumes they wore:\n It would have been a beauteous dream,—\n If it had been no more!\n\nAlas, alas! fair Ines,\n She went away with song,\n With Music waiting on her steps,\n And shoutings of the throng;\n But some were sad, and felt no mirth,\n But only Music’s wrong,\n In sounds that sang Farewell, farewell,\n To her you’ve loved so long.\n\nFarewell, farewell, fair Ines!\n That vessel never bore\n So fair a lady on its deck,\n Nor danced so light before,—\n Alas for pleasure on the sea,\n And sorrow on the shore!\n The smile that bless’d one lover’s heart\n Has broken many more!","themes":["love","grief","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_650","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"650","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1798-1845"},{"id":"oxford-651","title":"Time of Roses","poet":"Thomas Hood","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IT was not in the Winter\n Our loving lot was cast;\n It was the time of roses—\n We pluck’d them as we pass’d!\n\nThat churlish season never frown’d\n On early lovers yet:\n O no—the world was newly crown’d\n With flowers when first we met!\n\n’Twas twilight, and I bade you go,\n But still you held me fast;\n It was the time of roses—\n We pluck’d them as we pass’d!","themes":["nature","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_651","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"651","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1798-1845"},{"id":"oxford-652","title":"Ruth","poet":"Thomas Hood","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SHE stood breast-high amid the corn,\n Clasp’d by the golden light of morn,\n Like the sweetheart of the sun,\n Who many a glowing kiss had won.\n\nOn her cheek an autumn flush,\n Deeply ripen’d;—such a blush\n In the midst of brown was born,\n Like red poppies grown with corn.\n\nRound her eyes her tresses fell,\n Which were blackest none could tell,\n But long lashes veiled a light,\n That had else been all too bright.\n\nAnd her hat, with shady brim,\n Made her tressy forehead dim;\n Thus she stood amid the stooks,\n Praising God with sweetest looks:—\n\nSure, I said, Heav’n did not mean,\n Where I reap thou shouldst but glean,\n Lay thy sheaf adown and come,\n Share my harvest and my home.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_652","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"652","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1798-1845"},{"id":"oxford-653","title":"The Death-bed","poet":"Thomas Hood","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WE watch’d her breathing thro’ the night,\n Her breathing soft and low,\n As in her breast the wave of life\n Kept heaving to and fro.\n\nSo silently we seem’d to speak,\n So slowly moved about,\n As we had lent her half our powers\n To eke her living out.\n\nOur very hopes belied our fears,\n Our fears our hopes belied—\n We thought her dying when she slept,\n And sleeping when she died.\n\nFor when the morn came dim and sad,\n And chill with early showers,\n Her quiet eyelids closed—she had\n Another morn than ours.","themes":["hope","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_653","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"653","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1798-1845"},{"id":"oxford-655","title":"The Blind Boy’s Pranks","poet":"William Thom","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"MEN grew sae cauld, maids sae unkind,\n Love kentna whaur to stay:\n Wi’ fient an arrow, bow, or string—\n Wi’ droopin’ heart an’ drizzled wing,\n He faught his lonely way.\n\n‘Is there nae mair in Garioch fair\n Ae spotless hame for me?\n Hae politics an’ corn an’ kye\n Ilk bosom stappit? Fie, O fie!\n I’ll swithe me o’er the sea.’\n\nHe launch’d a leaf o’ jessamine,\n On whilk he daur’d to swim,\n An’ pillow’d his head on a wee rosebud,\n Syne laithfu’, lanely, Love ’gan scud\n Down Ury’s waefu’ stream.\n\nTHE birds sang bonnie as Love drew near,\n But dowie when he gaed by;\n Till lull’d wi’ the sough o’ monie a sang,\n He sleepit fu’ soun’ and sail’d alang\n ’Neath Heaven’s gowden sky.\n\n’Twas just whaur creeping Ury greets\n Its mountain cousin Don,\n There wander’d forth a weelfaur’d dame,\n Wha listless gazed on the bonnie stream,\n As it flirted an’ play’d with a sunny beam\n That flicker’d its bosom upon.\n\nLove happit his head, I trow, that time\n The jessamine bark drew nigh,\n The lassie espied the wee rosebud,\n An’ aye her heart gae thud for thud,\n An’ quiet it wadna lie.\n\n‘O gin I but had yon wearie wee flower\n That floats on the Ury sae fair!’—\n She lootit her hand for the silly rose-leaf,\n But little wist she o’ the pawkie thief\n That was lurkin’ an’ laughin’ there!\n\nLove glower’d when he saw her bonnie dark e’e,\n An’ swore by Heaven’s grace\n He ne’er had seen nor thought to see,\n Since e’er he left the Paphian lea,\n Sae lovely a dwallin’-place.\n\nSYNE first of a’ in her blythesome breast\n He built a bower, I ween;\n An’ what did the waefu’ devilick neist?\n But kindled a gleam like the rosy east,\n That sparkled frae baith her e’en.\n\nAn’ then beneath ilk high e’e-bree\n He placed a quiver there;\n His bow? What but her shinin’ brow?\n An’ O sic deadly strings he drew\n Frae out her silken hair!\n\nGuid be our guard! Sic deeds waur deen\n Roun’ a’ our countrie then;\n An’ monie a hangin’ lug was seen\n ’Mang farmers fat, an’ lawyers lean,\n An’ herds o’ common men!","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_655","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"655","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1798-1848"},{"id":"oxford-656","title":"Elena’s Song","poet":"Sir Henry Taylor","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"QUOTH tongue of neither maid nor wife\n To heart of neither wife nor maid—\n Lead we not here a jolly life\n Betwixt the shine and shade?\n\nQuoth heart of neither maid nor wife\n To tongue of neither wife nor maid—\n Thou wagg’st, but I am worn with strife,\n And feel like flowers that fade.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_656","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"656","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1800-1886"},{"id":"oxford-657","title":"A Jacobite’s Epitaph","poet":"Thomas Babington Macaulay, Lord Macaulay","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"TO my true king I offer’d free from stain\n Courage and faith; vain faith, and courage vain.\n For him I threw lands, honours, wealth, away,\n And one dear hope, that was more prized than they.\n For him I languished in a foreign clime,\n Gray-hair’d with sorrow in my manhood’s prime;\n Heard on Lavernia Scargill’s whispering trees,\n And pined by Arno for my lovelier Tees;\n Beheld each night my home in fever’d sleep,\n Each morning started from the dream to weep;\n Till God, who saw me tried too sorely, gave\n The resting-place I ask’d, an early grave.\n O thou, whom chance leads to this nameless stone,\n From that proud country which was once mine own,\n By those white cliffs I never more must see,\n By that dear language which I spake like thee,\n Forget all feuds, and shed one English tear\n O’er English dust. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1800-1859"},{"id":"oxford-658","title":"Mater Dolorosa","poet":"William Barnes","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I’d a dream to-night\n As I fell asleep,\n O! the touching sight\n Makes me still to weep:\n Of my little lad,\n Gone to leave me sad,\n Ay, the child I had,\n But was not to keep.\n\nAs in heaven high,\n I my child did seek,\n There in train came by\n Children fair and meek,\n Each in lily white,\n With a lamp alight;\n Each was clear to sight,\n But they did not speak.\n\nThen, a little sad,\n Came my child in turn,\n But the lamp he had,\n O it did not burn!\n He, to clear my doubt,\n Said, half turn’d about,\n ‘Your tears put it out;\n Mother, never mourn.’","themes":["grief","spirituality","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_658","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"658","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1801-1886"},{"id":"oxford-659","title":"The Wife a-lost","poet":"William Barnes","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SINCE I noo mwore do zee your feäce,\n Up steärs or down below,\n I’ll zit me in the lwonesome pleäce,\n Where flat-bough’d beech do grow;\n Below the beeches’ bough, my love,\n Where you did never come,\n An’ I don’t look to meet ye now,\n As I do look at hwome.\n\nSince you noo mwore be at my zide,\n In walks in zummer het,\n I’ll goo alwone where mist do ride,\n Droo trees a-drippèn wet;\n Below the rain-wet bough, my love,\n Where you did never come,\n An’ I don’t grieve to miss ye now,\n As I do grieve at hwome.\n\nSince now bezide my dinner-bwoard\n Your vaïce do never sound,\n I’ll eat the bit I can avword\n A-vield upon the ground;\n Below the darksome bough, my love,\n Where you did never dine,\n An’ I don’t grieve to miss ye now,\n As I at hwome do pine.\n\nSince I do miss your vaïce an’ feäce\n In praÿer at eventide,\n I’ll praÿ wi’ woone sad vaïce vor greäce\n To goo where you do bide;\n Above the tree an’ bough, my love,\n Where you be gone avore,\n An’ be a-waitèn vor me now,\n To come vor evermwore.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_659","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"659","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1801-1886"},{"id":"oxford-660","title":"Fairy Song","poet":"Winthrop Mackworth Praed","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HE has conn’d the lesson now;\n He has read the book of pain:\n There are furrows on his brow;\n I must make it smooth again.\n\nLo! I knock the spurs away;\n Lo! I loosen belt and brand;\n Hark! I hear the courser neigh\n For his stall in Fairy-land.\n\nBring the cap, and bring the vest;\n Buckle on his sandal shoon;\n Fetch his memory from the chest\n In the treasury of the moon.\n\nI have taught him to be wise\n For a little maiden’s sake;—\n Lo! he opens his glad eyes.\n Softly, slowly: Minstrel, wake!","themes":["time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_660","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"660","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1802-1839"},{"id":"oxford-661","title":"O sleep my Babe","poet":"Sara Coleridge","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SLEEP, my babe, hear not the rippling wave,\n Nor feel the breeze that round thee ling’ring strays\n To drink thy balmy breath,\n And sigh one long farewell.\n\nSoon shall it mourn above thy wat’ry bed,\n And whisper to me, on the wave-beat shore,\n Deep murm’ring in reproach,\n Thy sad untimely fate.\n\nEre those dear eyes had open’d on the light,\n In vain to plead, thy coming life was sold,\n O waken’d but to sleep,\n Whence it can wake no more!\n\nA thousand and a thousand silken leaves\n The tufted beech unfolds in early spring,\n All clad in tenderest green,\n All of the self-same shape:\n\nA thousand infant faces, soft and sweet,\n Each year sends forth, yet every mother views\n Her last not least beloved\n Like its dear self alone.\n\nNo musing mind hath ever yet foreshaped\n The face to-morrow’s sun shall first reveal,\n No heart hath e’er conceived\n What love that face will bring.\n\nO sleep, my babe, nor heed how mourns the gale\n To part with thy soft locks and fragrant breath,\n As when it deeply sighs\n O’er autumn’s latest bloom.","themes":["love","nature","grief","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_661","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"661","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1802-1850"},{"id":"oxford-662","title":"The Child","poet":"Sara Coleridge","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SEE yon blithe child that dances in our sight!\n Can gloomy shadows fall from one so bright?\n Fond mother, whence these fears?\n While buoyantly he rushes o’er the lawn,\n Dream not of clouds to stain his manhood’s dawn,\n Nor dim that sight with tears.\n\nNo cloud he spies in brightly glowing hours,\n But feels as if the newly vested bowers\n For him could never fade:\n Too well we know that vernal pleasures fleet,\n But having him, so gladsome, fair, and sweet,\n Our loss is overpaid.\n\nAmid the balmiest flowers that earth can give\n Some bitter drops distil, and all that live\n A mingled portion share;\n But, while he learns these truths which we lament,\n Such fortitude as ours will sure be sent,\n Such solace to his care.","themes":["nature","hope","grief","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_662","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"662","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1802-1850"},{"id":"oxford-663","title":"Eileen Aroon","poet":"Gerald Griffin","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHEN like the early rose,\n Eileen Aroon!\n Beauty in childhood blows,\n Eileen Aroon!\n When, like a diadem,\n Buds blush around the stem,\n Which is the fairest gem?—\n Eileen Aroon!\n\nIs it the laughing eye,\n Eileen Aroon!\n Is it the timid sigh,\n Eileen Aroon!\n Is it the tender tone,\n Soft as the string’d harp’s moan?\n O, it is truth alone,—\n Eileen Aroon!\n\nWhen like the rising day,\n Eileen Aroon!\n Love sends his early ray,\n Eileen Aroon!\n What makes his dawning glow,\n Changeless through joy or woe?\n Only the constant know:—\n Eileen Aroon!\n\nI know a valley fair,\n Eileen Aroon!\n I knew a cottage there,\n Eileen Aroon!\n Far in that valley’s shade\n I knew a gentle maid,\n Flower of a hazel glade,—\n Eileen Aroon!\n\nWho in the song so sweet?\n Eileen Aroon!\n Who in the dance so fleet?\n Eileen Aroon!\n Dear were her charms to me,\n Dearer her laughter free,\n Dearest her constancy,—\n Eileen Aroon!\n\nWere she no longer true,\n Eileen Aroon!\n What should her lover do?\n Eileen Aroon!\n Fly with his broken chain\n Far o’er the sounding main,\n Never to love again,—\n Eileen Aroon!\n\nYouth must with time decay,\n Eileen Aroon!\n Beauty must fade away,\n Eileen Aroon!\n Castles are sack’d in war,\n Chieftains are scatter’d far,\n Truth is a fixèd star,—\n Eileen Aroon!","themes":["love","nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_663","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"663","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1803-1840"},{"id":"oxford-664","title":"Dark Rosaleen","poet":"James Clarence Mangan","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O MY Dark Rosaleen,\n Do not sigh, do not weep!\n The priests are on the ocean green,\n They march along the deep.\n There’s wine from the royal Pope,\n Upon the ocean green;\n And Spanish ale shall give you hope,\n My Dark Rosaleen!\n My own Rosaleen!\n Shall glad your heart, shall give you hope,\n Shall give you health, and help, and hope,\n My Dark Rosaleen!\n\nOver hills, and thro’ dales,\n Have I roam’d for your sake;\n All yesterday I sail’d with sails\n On river and on lake.\n The Erne, at its highest flood,\n I dash’d across unseen,\n For there was lightning in my blood,\n My Dark Rosaleen!\n My own Rosaleen!\n O, there was lightning in my blood,\n Red lightning lighten’d thro’ my blood.\n My Dark Rosaleen!\n\nAll day long, in unrest,\n To and fro, do I move.\n The very soul within my breast\n Is wasted for you, love!\n The heart in my bosom faints\n To think of you, my Queen,\n My life of life, my saint of saints,\n My Dark Rosaleen!\n My own Rosaleen!\n To hear your sweet and sad complaints,\n My life, my love, my saint of saints,\n My Dark Rosaleen!\n\nWoe and pain, pain and woe,\n Are my lot, night and noon,\n To see your bright face clouded so,\n Like to the mournful moon.\n But yet will I rear your throne\n Again in golden sheen;\n ’Tis you shall reign, shall reign alone,\n My Dark Rosaleen!\n My own Rosaleen!\n ’Tis you shall have the golden throne,\n ’Tis you shall reign, and reign alone,\n My Dark Rosaleen!\n\nOver dews, over sands,\n Will I fly, for your weal:\n Your holy delicate white hands\n Shall girdle me with steel.\n At home, in your emerald bowers,\n From morning’s dawn till e’en,\n You’ll pray for me, my flower of flowers,\n My Dark Rosaleen!\n My fond Rosaleen!\n You’ll think of me through daylight hours,\n My virgin flower, my flower of flowers,\n My Dark Rosaleen!\n\nI could scale the blue air,\n I could plough the high hills,\n O, I could kneel all night in prayer,\n To heal your many ills!\n And one beamy smile from you\n Would float like light between\n My toils and me, my own, my true,\n My Dark Rosaleen!\n My fond Rosaleen!\n Would give me life and soul anew,\n A second life, a soul anew,\n My Dark Rosaleen!\n\nO, the Erne shall run red,\n With redundance of blood,\n The earth shall rock beneath our tread,\n And flames wrap hill and wood,\n And gun-peal and slogan-cry\n Wake many a glen serene,\n Ere you shall fade, ere you shall die,\n My Dark Rosaleen!\n My own Rosaleen!\n The Judgement Hour must first be nigh,\n Ere you can fade, ere you can die,\n My Dark Rosaleen!","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_664","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"664","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1803-1840"},{"id":"oxford-665","title":"The Nameless One","poet":"James Clarence Mangan","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ROLL forth, my song, like the rushing river,\n That sweeps along to the mighty sea;\n God will inspire me while I deliver\n My soul of thee!\n\nTell thou the world, when my bones lie whitening\n Amid the last homes of youth and eld,\n That once there was one whose veins ran lightning\n No eye beheld.\n\nTell how his boyhood was one drear night-hour,\n How shone for him, through his griefs and gloom,\n No star of all heaven sends to light our\n Path to the tomb.\n\nRoll on, my song, and to after ages\n Tell how, disdaining all earth can give,\n He would have taught men, from wisdom’s pages,\n The way to live.\n\nAnd tell how trampled, derided, hated,\n And worn by weakness, disease, and wrong,\n He fled for shelter to God, who mated\n His soul with song.\n\n—With song which alway, sublime or vapid,\n Flow’d like a rill in the morning beam,\n Perchance not deep, but intense and rapid—\n A mountain stream.\n\nTell how this Nameless, condemn’d for years long\n To herd with demons from hell beneath,\n Saw things that made him, with groans and tears, long\n For even death.\n\nGo on to tell how, with genius wasted,\n Betray’d in friendship, befool’d in love,\n With spirit shipwreck’d, and young hopes blasted,\n He still, still strove;\n\nTill, spent with toil, dreeing death for others\n (And some whose hands should have wrought for him,\n If children live not for sires and mothers),\n His mind grew dim;\n\nAnd he fell far through that pit abysmal,\n The gulf and grave of Maginn and Burns,\n And pawn’d his soul for the devil’s dismal\n Stock of returns.\n\nBut yet redeemed it in days of darkness,\n And shapes and signs of the final wrath,\n When death, in hideous and ghastly starkness,\n Stood on his path.\n\nAnd tell how now, amid wreck and sorrow,\n And want, and sickness, and houseless nights,\n He bides in calmness the silent morrow,\n That no ray lights.\n\nAnd lives he still, then? Yes! Old and hoary\n At thirty-nine, from despair and woe,\n He lives, enduring what future story\n Will never know.\n\nHim grant a grave to, ye pitying noble,\n Deep in your bosoms: there let him dwell!\n He too, had tears for all souls in trouble,\n Here and in hell.","themes":["love","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_665","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"665","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1803-1840"},{"id":"oxford-666","title":"Wolfram’s Dirge","poet":"Thomas Lovell Beddoes","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IF thou wilt ease thine heart\n Of love and all its smart,\n Then sleep, dear, sleep;\n And not a sorrow\n Hang any tear on your eyelashes;\n Lie still and deep,\n Sad soul, until the sea-wave washes\n The rim of the sun to-morrow,\n In eastern sky.\n\nBut wilt thou cure thine heart\n Of love and all its smart,\n Then die, dear, die;\n ’Tis deeper, sweeter,\n Than on a rose-bank to lie dreaming\n With folded eye;\n And there alone, amid the beaming\n Of Love’s stars, thou’lt meet her\n In eastern sky.","themes":["love","nature","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_666","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"666","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1803-1849"},{"id":"oxford-667","title":"Dream-Pedlary","poet":"Thomas Lovell Beddoes","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IF there were dreams to sell,\n What would you buy?\n Some cost a passing bell;\n Some a light sigh,\n That shakes from Life’s fresh crown\n Only a rose-leaf down.\n If there were dreams to sell,\n Merry and sad to tell,\n And the crier rang the bell,\n What would you buy?\n\nA cottage lone and still,\n With bowers nigh,\n Shadowy, my woes to still,\n Until I die.\n Such pearl from Life’s fresh crown\n Fain would I shake me down.\n Were dreams to have at will,\n This would best heal my ill,\n This would I buy.","themes":["nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_667","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"667","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1803-1849"},{"id":"oxford-668","title":"Song","poet":"Thomas Lovell Beddoes","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HOW many times do I love thee, dear?\n Tell me how many thoughts there be\n In the atmosphere\n Of a new-fall’n year,\n Whose white and sable hours appear\n The latest flake of Eternity:\n So many times do I love thee, dear.\n\nHow many times do I love again?\n Tell me how many beads there are\n In a silver chain\n Of evening rain,\n Unravell’d from the tumbling main,\n And threading the eye of a yellow star:\n So many times do I love again.","themes":["love","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_668","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"668","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1803-1849"},{"id":"oxford-669","title":"Give All to Love","poet":"Ralph Waldo Emerson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"GIVE all to love;\n Obey thy heart;\n Friends, kindred, days,\n Estate, good fame,\n Plans, credit, and the Muse—\n Nothing refuse.\n\n’Tis a brave master;\n Let it have scope:\n Follow it utterly,\n Hope beyond hope:\n High and more high\n It dives into noon,\n With wing unspent,\n Untold intent;\n But it is a god,\n Knows its own path,\n And the outlets of the sky.\n\nIt was never for the mean;\n It requireth courage stout,\n Souls above doubt,\n Valour unbending:\n Such ’twill reward;—\n They shall return\n More than they were,\n And ever ascending.\n\nLeave all for love;\n Yet, hear me, yet,\n One word more thy heart behoved,\n One pulse more of firm endeavour—\n Keep thee to-day,\n To-morrow, for ever,\n Free as an Arab\n Of thy beloved.\n\nCling with life to the maid;\n But when the surprise,\n First vague shadow of surmise,\n Flits across her bosom young,\n Of a joy apart from thee,\n Free be she, fancy-free;\n Nor thou detain her vesture’s hem,\n Nor the palest rose she flung\n From her summer diadem.\n\nThough thou loved her as thyself,\n As a self of purer clay;\n Though her parting dims the day,\n Stealing grace from all alive;\n Heartily know,\n When half-gods go\n The gods arrive.","themes":["love","nature","hope","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_669","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"669","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1803-1882"},{"id":"oxford-670","title":"Uriel","poet":"Ralph Waldo Emerson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IT fell in the ancient periods\n Which the brooding soul surveys,\n Or ever the wild Time coin’d itself\n Into calendar months and days.\n\nThis was the lapse of Uriel,\n Which in Paradise befell.\n Once, among the Pleiads walking,\n Sayd overheard the young gods talking;\n And the treason, too long pent,\n To his ears was evident.\n The young deities discuss’d\n Laws of form, and metre just,\n Orb, quintessence, and sunbeams,\n What subsisteth, and what seems.\n One, with low tones that decide,\n And doubt and reverend use defied,\n With a look that solved the sphere,\n And stirr’d the devils everywhere,\n Gave his sentiment divine\n Against the being of a line.\n ‘Line in nature is not found;\n Unit and universe are round;\n In vain produced, all rays return;\n Evil will bless, and ice will burn.’\n As Uriel spoke with piercing eye,\n A shudder ran around the sky;\n The stern old war-gods shook their heads;\n The seraphs frown’d from myrtle-beds;\n Seem’d to the holy festival\n The rash word boded ill to all;\n The balance-beam of Fate was bent;\n The bounds of good and ill were rent;\n Strong Hades could not keep his own,\n But all slid to confusion.\n\nA sad self-knowledge withering fell\n On the beauty of Uriel;\n In heaven once eminent, the god\n Withdrew that hour into his cloud;\n Whether doom’d to long gyration\n In the sea of generation,\n Or by knowledge grown too bright\n To hit the nerve of feebler sight.\n Straightway a forgetting wind\n Stole over the celestial kind,\n And their lips the secret kept,\n If in ashes the fire-seed slept.\n But, now and then, truth-speaking things\n Shamed the angels’ veiling wings;\n And, shrilling from the solar course,\n Or from fruit of chemic force,\n Procession of a soul in matter,\n Or the speeding change of water,\n Or out of the good of evil born,\n Came Uriel’s voice of cherub scorn,\n And a blush tinged the upper sky,\n And the gods shook, they knew not why.","themes":["time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_670","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"670","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1803-1882"},{"id":"oxford-671","title":"Bacchus","poet":"Ralph Waldo Emerson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"BRING me wine, but wine which never grew\n In the belly of the grape,\n Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, reaching through\n Under the Andes to the Cape,\n Suffer’d no savour of the earth to ’scape.\n\nLet its grapes the morn salute\n From a nocturnal root,\n Which feels the acrid juice\n Of Styx and Erebus;\n And turns the woe of Night,\n By its own craft, to a more rich delight.\n\nWe buy ashes for bread;\n We buy diluted wine;\n Give me of the true,\n Whose ample leaves and tendrils curl’d\n Among the silver hills of heaven\n Draw everlasting dew;\n Wine of wine,\n Blood of the world,\n Form of forms, and mould of statures,\n That I intoxicated,\n And by the draught assimilated,\n May float at pleasure through all natures;\n The bird-language rightly spell,\n And that which roses say so well:\n\nWine that is shed\n Like the torrents of the sun\n Up the horizon walls,\n Or like the Atlantic streams, which run\n When the South Sea calls.\n\nWater and bread,\n Food which needs no transmuting,\n Rainbow-flowering, wisdom-fruiting,\n Wine which is already man,\n Food which teach and reason can.\n\nWine which Music is,—\n Music and wine are one,—\n That I, drinking this,\n Shall hear far Chaos talk with me;\n Kings unborn shall walk with me;\n And the poor grass shall plot and plan\n What it will do when it is man.\n Quicken’d so, will I unlock\n Every crypt of every rock.\n\nI thank the joyful juice\n For all I know;\n Winds of remembering\n Of the ancient being blow,\n And seeming-solid walls of use\n Open and flow.\n\nPour, Bacchus! the remembering wine;\n Retrieve the loss of me and mine!\n Vine for vine be antidote,\n And the grape requite the lote!\n Haste to cure the old despair;\n Reason in Nature’s lotus drench’d—\n The memory of ages quench’d—\n Give them again to shine;\n Let wine repair what this undid;\n And where the infection slid,\n A dazzling memory revive;\n Refresh the faded tints,\n Recut the agèd prints,\n And write my old adventures with the pen\n Which on the first day drew,\n Upon the tablets blue,\n The dancing Pleiads and eternal men.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_671","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"671","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1803-1882"},{"id":"oxford-672","title":"Brahma","poet":"Ralph Waldo Emerson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IF the red slayer think he slays,\n Or if the slain think he is slain,\n They know not well the subtle ways\n I keep, and pass, and turn again.\n\nFar or forgot to me is near;\n Shadow and sunlight are the same;\n The vanish’d gods to me appear;\n And one to me are shame and fame.\n\nThey reckon ill who leave me out;\n When me they fly, I am the wings;\n I am the doubter and the doubt,\n And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.\n\nThe strong gods pine for my abode,\n And pine in vain the sacred Seven;\n But thou, meek lover of the good!\n Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_672","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"672","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1803-1882"},{"id":"oxford-673","title":"The Plough","poet":"Richard Henry Horne","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ABOVE yon sombre swell of land\n Thou see’st the dawn’s grave orange hue,\n With one pale streak like yellow sand,\n And over that a vein of blue.\n\nThe air is cold above the woods;\n All silent is the earth and sky,\n Except with his own lonely moods\n The blackbird holds a colloquy.\n\nOver the broad hill creeps a beam,\n Like hope that gilds a good man’s brow;\n And now ascends the nostril-stream\n Of stalwart horses come to plough.\n\nYe rigid Ploughmen, bear in mind\n Your labour is for future hours:\n Advance—spare not—nor look behind—\n Plough deep and straight with all your powers!","themes":["hope","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_673","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"673","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1803-1884"},{"id":"oxford-674","title":"King Arthur’s Waes-hael","poet":"Robert Stephen Hawker","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WAES-hael for knight and dame!\n O merry be their dole!\n Drink-hael! in Jesu’s name\n We fill the tawny bowl;\n But cover down the curving crest,\n Mould of the Orient Lady’s breast.\n\nWaes-hael! yet lift no lid:\n Drain ye the reeds for wine.\n Drink-hael! the milk was hid\n That soothed that Babe divine;\n Hush’d, as this hollow channel flows,\n He drew the balsam from the rose.\n\nWaes-hael! thus glow’d the breast\n Where a God yearn’d to cling;\n Drink-hael! so Jesu press’d\n Life from its mystic spring;\n Then hush and bend in reverent sign\n And breathe the thrilling reeds for wine.\n\nWaes-hael! in shadowy scene\n Lo! Christmas children we:\n Drink-hael! behold we lean\n At a far Mother’s knee;\n To dream that thus her bosom smiled,\n And learn the lip of Bethlehem’s Child.","themes":["nature","spirituality","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_674","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"674","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1804-1875"},{"id":"oxford-675","title":"Are they not all Ministering Spirits?","poet":"Robert Stephen Hawker","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WE see them not—we cannot hear\n The music of their wing—\n Yet know we that they sojourn near,\n The Angels of the spring!\n\nThey glide along this lovely ground\n When the first violet grows;\n Their graceful hands have just unbound\n The zone of yonder rose.\n\nI gather it for thy dear breast,\n From stain and shadow free:\n That which an Angel’s touch hath blest\n Is meet, my love, for thee!","themes":["love","nature","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_675","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"675","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1804-1875"},{"id":"oxford-676","title":"The Half-asleep","poet":"Thomas Wade","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O FOR the mighty wakening that aroused\n The old-time Prophets to their missions high;\n And to blind Homer’s inward sunlike eye\n Show’d the heart’s universe where he caroused\n Radiantly; the Fishers poor unhoused,\n And sent them forth to preach divinity;\n And made our Milton his great dark defy,\n To the light of one immortal theme espoused!\n But half asleep are those now most awake;\n And save calm-thoughted Wordsworth, we have none\n Who for eternity put time at stake,\n And hold a constant course as doth the sun:\n We yield but drops that no deep thirstings slake;\n And feebly cease ere we have well begun.","themes":["love","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_676","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"676","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1805-1875"},{"id":"oxford-677","title":"The Bells of Shandon","poet":"Francis Mahony","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WITH deep affection,\n And recollection,\n I often think of\n Those Shandon bells,\n Whose sounds so wild would,\n In the days of childhood,\n Fling around my cradle\n Their magic spells.\n On this I ponder\n Where’er I wander,\n And thus grow fonder,\n Sweet Cork, of thee;\n With thy bells of Shandon,\n That sound so grand on\n The pleasant waters\n Of the River Lee.\n\nI’ve heard bells chiming\n Full many a clime in,\n Tolling sublime in\n Cathedral shrine,\n While at a glib rate\n Brass tongues would vibrate—\n But all their music\n Spoke naught like thine;\n For memory, dwelling\n On each proud swelling\n Of the belfry knelling\n Its bold notes free,\n Made the bells of Shandon\n Sound far more grand on\n The pleasant waters\n Of the River Lee.\n\nI’ve heard bells tolling\n Old Adrian’s Mole in,\n Their thunder rolling\n From the Vatican,\n And cymbals glorious\n Swinging uproarious\n In the gorgeous turrets\n Of Notre Dame;\n But thy sounds were sweeter\n Than the dome of Peter\n Flings o’er the Tiber,\n Pealing solemnly—\n O, the bells of Shandon\n Sound far more grand on\n The pleasant waters\n Of the River Lee.\n\nThere’s a bell in Moscow,\n While on tower and kiosk O!\n In Saint Sophia\n The Turkman gets,\n And loud in air\n Calls men to prayer\n From the tapering summits\n Of tall minarets.\n Such empty phantom\n I freely grant them;\n But there’s an anthem\n More dear to me,—\n ’Tis the bells of Shandon,\n That sound so grand on\n The pleasant waters\n Of the River Lee.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_677","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"677","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1805-1866"},{"id":"oxford-678","title":"Rosalind’s Scroll","poet":"Elizabeth Barrett Browning","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I LEFT thee last, a child at heart,\n A woman scarce in years:\n I come to thee, a solemn corpse\n Which neither feels nor fears.\n I have no breath to use in sighs;\n They laid the dead-weights on mine eyes\n To seal them safe from tears.\n\nLook on me with thine own calm look:\n I meet it calm as thou.\n No look of thine can change this smile,\n Or break thy sinful vow:\n I tell thee that my poor scorn’d heart\n Is of thine earth—thine earth—a part:\n It cannot vex thee now.\n\nI have pray’d for thee with bursting sob\n When passion’s course was free;\n I have pray’d for thee with silent lips\n In the anguish none could see;\n They whisper’d oft, ‘She sleepeth soft’—\n But I only pray’d for thee.\n\nGo to! I pray for thee no more:\n The corpse’s tongue is still;\n Its folded fingers point to heaven,\n But point there stiff and chill:\n No farther wrong, no farther woe\n Hath licence from the sin below\n Its tranquil heart to thrill.\n\nI charge thee, by the living’s prayer,\n And the dead’s silentness,\n To wring from out thy soul a cry\n Which God shall hear and bless!\n Lest Heaven’s own palm droop in my hand,\n And pale among the saints I stand,\n A saint companionless.","themes":["love","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_678","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"678","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1806-1861"},{"id":"oxford-679","title":"The Deserted Garden","poet":"Elizabeth Barrett Browning","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I MIND me in the days departed,\n How often underneath the sun\n With childish bounds I used to run\n To a garden long deserted.\n\nThe beds and walks were vanish’d quite;\n And wheresoe’er had struck the spade,\n The greenest grasses Nature laid,\n To sanctify her right.\n\nI call’d the place my wilderness,\n For no one enter’d there but I.\n The sheep look’d in, the grass to espy,\n And pass’d it ne’ertheless.\n\nThe trees were interwoven wild,\n And spread their boughs enough about\n To keep both sheep and shepherd out,\n But not a happy child.\n\nAdventurous joy it was for me;\n I crept beneath the boughs, and found\n A circle smooth of mossy ground\n Beneath a poplar-tree.\n\nOld garden rose-trees hedged it in;\n Bedropt with roses waxen-white,\n Well satisfied with dew and light,\n And careless to be seen.\n\nLong years ago, it might befall,\n When all the garden flowers were trim,\n The grave old gardener prided him\n On these the most of all.\n\nSome Lady, stately overmuch,\n Here moving with a silken noise,\n Has blush’d beside them at the voice\n That liken’d her to such.\n\nOr these, to make a diadem,\n She often may have pluck’d and twined;\n Half-smiling as it came to mind,\n That few would look at them.\n\nO, little thought that Lady proud,\n A child would watch her fair white rose,\n When buried lay her whiter brows,\n And silk was changed for shroud!—\n\nNor thought that gardener (full of scorns\n For men unlearn’d and simple phrase)\n A child would bring it all its praise,\n By creeping through the thorns!\n\nTo me upon my low moss seat,\n Though never a dream the roses sent\n Of science or love’s compliment,\n I ween they smelt as sweet.\n\nIt did not move my grief to see\n The trace of human step departed:\n Because the garden was deserted,\n The blither place for me!\n\nFriends, blame me not! a narrow ken\n Hath childhood ’twixt the sun and sward;\n We draw the moral afterward—\n We feel the gladness then.\n\nAnd gladdest hours for me did glide\n In silence at the rose-tree wall:\n A thrush made gladness musical\n Upon the other side.\n\nNor he nor I did e’er incline\n To peck or pluck the blossoms white:—\n How should I know but that they might\n Lead lives as glad as mine?\n\nTo make my hermit-home complete,\n I brought clear water from the spring\n Praised in its own low murmuring,\n And cresses glossy wet.\n\nAnd so, I thought, my likeness grew\n (Without the melancholy tale)\n To ‘gentle hermit of the dale,’\n And Angelina too.\n\nFor oft I read within my nook\n Such minstrel stories; till the breeze\n Made sounds poetic in the trees,\n And then I shut the book.\n\nIf I shut this wherein I write,\n I hear no more the wind athwart\n Those trees, nor feel that childish heart\n Delighting in delight.\n\nMy childhood from my life is parted,\n My footstep from the moss which drew\n Its fairy circle round: anew\n The garden is deserted.\n\nAnother thrush may there rehearse\n The madrigals which sweetest are;\n No more for me!—myself afar\n Do sing a sadder verse.\n\nAh me! ah me! when erst I lay\n In that child’s-nest so greenly wrought,\n I laugh’d unto myself and thought,\n ‘The time will pass away.’\n\nAnd still I laugh’d, and did not fear\n But that, whene’er was pass’d away\n The childish time, some happier play\n My womanhood would cheer.\n\nI knew the time would pass away;\n And yet, beside the rose-tree wall,\n Dear God, how seldom, if at all,\n Did I look up to pray!\n\nThe time is past: and now that grows\n The cypress high among the trees,\n And I behold white sepulchres\n As well as the white rose,—\n\nWhen wiser, meeker thoughts are given,\n And I have learnt to lift my face,\n Reminded how earth’s greenest place\n The colour draws from heaven,—\n\nIt something saith for earthly pain,\n But more for heavenly promise free,\n That I who was, would shrink to be\n That happy child again.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_679","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"679","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1806-1861"},{"id":"oxford-680","title":"Consolation","poet":"Elizabeth Barrett Browning","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ALL are not taken; there are left behind\n Living Belovèds, tender looks to bring\n And make the daylight still a happy thing,\n And tender voices, to make soft the wind:\n But if it were not so—if I could find\n No love in all this world for comforting,\n Nor any path but hollowly did ring\n Where ‘dust to dust’ the love from life disjoin’d,\n And if, before those sepulchres unmoving\n I stood alone (as some forsaken lamb\n Goes bleating up the moors in weary dearth)\n Crying ‘Where are ye, O my loved and loving?’—\n I know a voice would sound, ‘Daughter, I AM.\n Can I suffice for Heaven and not for earth?’","themes":["love","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_680","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"680","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1806-1861"},{"id":"oxford-681","title":"Grief","poet":"Elizabeth Barrett Browning","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I TELL you, hopeless grief is passionless;\n That only men incredulous of despair,\n Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air\n Beat upward to God’s throne in loud access\n Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness\n In souls as countries lieth silent-bare\n Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare\n Of the absolute Heavens. Deep-hearted man, express\n Grief for thy Dead in silence like to death—\n Most like a monumental statue set\n In everlasting watch and moveless woe\n Till itself crumble to the dust beneath.\n Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet:\n If it could weep, it could arise and go.","themes":["grief","spirituality","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_681","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"681","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1806-1861"},{"id":"oxford-682","title":"i","poet":"Elizabeth Barrett Browning","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I thought once how Theocritus had sung\n       Of the sweet years, the dear and wish’d-for years,\n       Who each one in a gracious hand appears\n To bear a gift for mortals old or young:\n And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,\n       I saw in gradual vision through my tears\n       The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years—\n Those of my own life, who by turns had flung\n A shadow across me. Straightway I was ’ware,\n       So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move\n Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;\n       And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,\n ‘Guess now who holds thee?’—‘Death’ I said. But there\n       The silver answer rang—‘Not Death, but Love.’","themes":["love","grief","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_682","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"682","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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Thou, bethink thee, art\n A guest for queens to social pageantries,\n With gages from a hundred brighter eyes\n Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part\n Of chief musician. What hast thou to do\n With looking from the lattice-lights at me—\n A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through\n The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?\n The chrism is on thine head—on mine the dew—\n And Death must dig the level where these agree.","themes":["love","nature","grief","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_683","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"683","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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Nevermore\n Alone upon the threshold of my door\n Of individual life I shall command\n The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand\n Serenely in the sunshine as before,\n Without the sense of that which I forbore—\n Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land\n Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine\n With pulses that beat double. What I do\n And what I dream include thee, as the wine\n Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue\n God for myself, He hears that name of thine,\n And sees within my eyes the tears of two.","themes":["love","grief","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_684","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"684","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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Do not say,\n ‘I love her for her smile—her look—her way\n Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought\n That falls in well with mine, and certes brought\n A sense of pleasant ease on such a day—\n For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may\n Be changed, or change for thee—and love, so wrought,\n May be unwrought so. Neither love me for\n Thine own dear pity’s wiping my cheeks dry:\n A creature might forget to weep, who bore\n Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!\n But love me for love’s sake, that evermore\n Thou mayst love on, through love’s eternity.","themes":["love","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_685","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"685","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1806-1861"},{"id":"oxford-686","title":"v","poet":"Elizabeth Barrett Browning","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHEN our two souls stand up erect and strong,\n Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,\n Until the lengthening wings break into fire\n At either curving point,—what bitter wrong\n Can the earth do us, that we should not long\n Be here contented? Think! In mounting higher,\n The angels would press on us, and aspire\n To drop some golden orb of perfect song\n Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay\n Rather on earth, Belovèd—where the unfit\n Contrarious moods of men recoil away\n And isolate pure spirits, and permit\n A place to stand and love in for a day,\n With darkness and the death-hour rounding it.","themes":["love","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_686","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"686","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1806-1861"},{"id":"oxford-687","title":"A Musical Instrument","poet":"Elizabeth Barrett Browning","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHAT was he doing, the great god Pan,\n Down in the reeds by the river?\n Spreading ruin and scattering ban,\n Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,\n And breaking the golden lilies afloat\n With the dragon-fly on the river.\n\nHe tore out a reed, the great god Pan,\n From the deep cool bed of the river;\n The limpid water turbidly ran,\n And the broken lilies a-dying lay,\n And the dragon-fly had fled away,\n Ere he brought it out of the river.\n\nHigh on the shore sat the great god Pan,\n While turbidly flow’d the river;\n And hack’d and hew’d as a great god can\n With his hard bleak steel at the patient reed,\n Till there was not a sign of the leaf indeed\n To prove it fresh from the river.\n\nHe cut it short, did the great god Pan\n (How tall it stood in the river!),\n Then drew the pith, like the heart of a man,\n Steadily from the outside ring,\n And notch’d the poor dry empty thing\n In holes, as he sat by the river.\n\n‘This is the way’ laugh’d the great god Pan\n (Laugh’d while he sat by the river),\n ‘The only way, since gods began\n To make sweet music, they could succeed.’\n Then dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed,\n He blew in power by the river.\n\nSweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan!\n Piercing sweet by the river!\n Blinding sweet, O great god Pan!\n The sun on the hill forgot to die,\n And the lilies revived, and the dragon-fly\n Came back to dream on the river.\n\nYet half a beast is the great god Pan,\n To laugh as he sits by the river,\n Making a poet out of a man:\n The true gods sigh for the cost and pain—\n For the reed which grows nevermore again\n As a reed with the reeds of the river.","themes":["love","spirituality","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_687","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"687","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1806-1861"},{"id":"oxford-688","title":"The Holy Tide","poet":"Frederick Tennyson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE days are sad, it is the Holy tide.\n The Winter morn is short, the Night is long;\n So let the lifeless Hours be glorified\n With deathless thoughts and echo’d in sweet song:\n And through the sunset of this purple cup\n They will resume the roses of their prime,\n And the old Dead will hear us and wake up,\n Pass with dim smiles and make our hearts sublime!\n\nThe days are sad, it is the Holy tide:\n Be dusky mistletoes and hollies strown,\n Sharp as the spear that pierced His sacred side,\n Red as the drops upon His thorny crown;\n No haggard Passion and no lawless Mirth\n Fright off the solemn Muse,—tell sweet old tales,\n Sing songs as we sit brooding o’er the hearth,\n Till the lamp flickers, and the memory fails.","themes":["nature","time","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_688","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"688","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1807-1898"},{"id":"oxford-689","title":"My Lost Youth","poet":"Henry Wadsworth Longfellow","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"OFTEN I think of the beautiful town\n That is seated by the sea;\n Often in thought go up and down\n The pleasant streets of that dear old town,\n And my youth comes back to me.\n And a verse of a Lapland song\n Is haunting my memory still:\n ‘A boy’s will is the wind’s will,\n And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.’\n\nI can see the shadowy lines of its trees,\n And catch, in sudden gleams,\n The sheen of the far-surrounding seas,\n And islands that were the Hesperides\n Of all my boyish dreams.\n And the burden of that old song,\n It murmurs and whispers still:\n ‘A Boy’s will is the wind’s will,\n And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.’\n\nI remember the black wharves and the slips,\n And the sea-tides tossing free;\n And Spanish sailors with bearded lips,\n And the beauty and mystery of the ships,\n And the magic of the sea.\n And the voice of that wayward song\n Is singing and saying still:\n ‘A boy’s will is the wind’s will,\n And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.’\n\nI remember the bulwarks by the shore,\n And the fort upon the hill;\n The sunrise gun with its hollow roar,\n The drum-beat repeated o’er and o’er,\n And the bugle wild and shrill.\n And the music of that old song\n Throbs in my memory still:\n ‘A boy’s will is the wind’s will,\n And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.’\n\nI remember the sea-fight far away,\n How it thunder’d o’er the tide!\n And the dead sea-captains, as they lay\n In their graves o’erlooking the tranquil bay\n Where they in battle died.\n And the sound of that mournful song\n Goes through me with a thrill:\n ‘A boy’s will is the wind’s will,\n And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.’\n\nI can see the breezy dome of groves,\n The shadows of Deering’s woods;\n And the friendships old and the early loves\n Come back with a Sabbath sound, as of doves\n In quiet neighbourhoods.\n And the verse of that sweet old song,\n It flutters and murmurs still:\n ‘A boy’s will is the wind’s will,\n And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.’\n\nI remember the gleams and glooms that dart\n Across the schoolboy’s brain;\n The song and the silence in the heart,\n That in part are prophecies, and in part\n Are longings wild and vain.\n And the voice of that fitful song\n Sings on, and is never still:\n ‘A boy’s will is the wind’s will,\n And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.’\n\nThere are things of which I may not speak;\n There are dreams that cannot die;\n There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,\n And bring a pallor into the cheek,\n And a mist before the eye.\n And the words of that fatal song\n Come over me like a chill:\n ‘A boy’s will is the wind’s will,\n And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.’\n\nStrange to me now are the forms I meet\n When I visit the dear old town;\n But the native air is pure and sweet,\n And the trees that o’ershadow each well-known street,\n As they balance up and down,\n Are singing the beautiful song,\n Are sighing and whispering still:\n ‘A boy’s will is the wind’s will,\n And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.’\n\nAnd Deering’s woods are fresh and fair,\n And with joy that is almost pain\n My heart goes back to wander there,\n And among the dreams of the days that were\n I find my lost youth again.\n And the strange and beautiful song,\n The groves are repeating it still:\n ‘A boy’s will is the wind’s will,\n And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.’","themes":["love","nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_689","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"689","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1807-1882"},{"id":"oxford-690","title":"Vesta","poet":"John Greenleaf Whittier","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O CHRIST of God! whose life and death\n Our own have reconciled,\n Most quietly, most tenderly\n Take home thy star-named child!\n\nThy grace is in her patient eyes,\n Thy words are on her tongue;\n The very silence round her seems\n As if the angels sung.\n\nHer smile is as a listening child’s\n Who hears its mother’s call;\n The lilies of Thy perfect peace\n About her pillow fall.\n\nShe leans from out our clinging arms\n To rest herself in Thine;\n Alone to Thee, dear Lord, can we\n Our well-beloved resign.\n\nO, less for her than for ourselves\n We bow our heads and pray;\n Her setting star, like Bethlehem’s,\n To Thee shall point the way!","themes":["love","spirituality","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_690","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"690","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1807-1892"},{"id":"oxford-691","title":"Lament of the Irish Emigrant","poet":"Helen Selina, Lady Dufferin","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I’m sittin’ on the stile, Mary,\n Where we sat side by side\n On a bright May mornin’ long ago,\n When first you were my bride;\n The corn was springin’ fresh and green,\n And the lark sang loud and high—\n And the red was on your lip, Mary,\n And the love-light in your eye.\n\nThe place is little changed, Mary,\n The day is bright as then,\n The lark’s loud song is in my ear,\n And the corn is green again;\n But I miss the soft clasp of your hand,\n And your breath warm on my cheek,\n And I still keep list’ning for the words\n You never more will speak.\n\n’Tis but a step down yonder lane,\n And the little church stands near,\n The church where we were wed, Mary,\n I see the spire from here.\n But the graveyard lies between, Mary,\n And my step might break your rest—\n For I’ve laid you, darling! down to sleep,\n With your baby on your breast.\n\nI’m very lonely now, Mary,\n For the poor make no new friends,\n But, O, they love the better still,\n The few our Father sends!\n And you were all I had, Mary,\n My blessin’ and my pride:\n There’s nothin’ left to care for now,\n Since my poor Mary died.\n\nYours was the good, brave heart, Mary,\n That still kept hoping on,\n When the trust in God had left my soul,\n And my arm’s young strength was gone:\n There was comfort ever on your lip,\n And the kind look on your brow—\n I bless you, Mary, for that same,\n Though you cannot hear me now.\n\nI thank you for the patient smile\n When your heart was fit to break,\n When the hunger pain was gnawin’ there,\n And you hid it, for my sake!\n I bless you for the pleasant word,\n When your heart was sad and sore—\n O, I’m thankful you are gone, Mary,\n Where grief can’t reach you more!\n\nI’m biddin’ you a long farewell,\n My Mary—kind and true!\n But I’ll not forget you, darling!\n In the land I’m goin’ to;\n They say there’s bread and work for all,\n And the sun shines always there—\n But I’ll not forget old Ireland,\n Were it fifty times as fair!\n\nAnd often in those grand old woods\n I’ll sit, and shut my eyes,\n And my heart will travel back again\n To the place where Mary lies;\n And I’ll think I see the little stile\n Where we sat side by side:\n And the springin’ corn, and the bright May morn,\n When first you were my bride.","themes":["love","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_691","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"691","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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I do not love thee!\n And yet when thou art absent I am sad;\n And envy even the bright blue sky above thee,\n Whose quiet stars may see thee and be glad.\n\nI do not love thee!—yet, I know not why,\n Whate’er thou dost seems still well done, to me:\n And often in my solitude I sigh\n That those I do love are not more like thee!\n\nI do not love thee!—yet, when thou art gone,\n I hate the sound (though those who speak be dear)\n Which breaks the lingering echo of the tone\n Thy voice of music leaves upon my ear.\n\nI do not love thee!—yet thy speaking eyes,\n With their deep, bright, and most expressive blue,\n Between me and the midnight heaven arise,\n Oftener than any eyes I ever knew.\n\nI know I do not love thee! yet, alas!\n Others will scarcely trust my candid heart;\n And oft I catch them smiling as they pass,\n Because they see me gazing where thou art.","themes":["love","spirituality","loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_692","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"692","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1808-1876"},{"id":"oxford-693","title":"Letty’s Globe","poet":"Charles Tennyson Turner","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHEN Letty had scarce pass’d her third glad year,\n And her young artless words began to flow,\n One day we gave the child a colour’d sphere\n Of the wide earth, that she might mark and know,\n By tint and outline, all its sea and land.\n She patted all the world; old empires peep’d\n Between her baby fingers; her soft hand\n Was welcome at all frontiers. How she leap’d,\n And laugh’d and prattled in her world-wide bliss;\n But when we turn’d her sweet unlearnèd eye\n On our own isle, she raised a joyous cry—\n ‘Oh! yes, I see it, Letty’s home is there!’\n And while she hid all England with a kiss,\n Bright over Europe fell her golden hair.","themes":["love","time","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_693","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"693","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1808-1879"},{"id":"oxford-694","title":"To Helen","poet":"Edgar Allan Poe","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HELEN, thy beauty is to me\n Like those Nicèan barks of yore\n That gently, o’er a perfumed sea,\n The weary way-worn wanderer bore\n To his own native shore.\n\nOn desperate seas long wont to roam,\n Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,\n Thy Naiad airs have brought me home\n To the glory that was Greece,\n And the grandeur that was Rome.\n\nLo, in yon brilliant window-niche\n How statue-like I see thee stand,\n The agate lamp within thy hand,\n Ah! Psyche, from the regions which\n Are holy land!","themes":["home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_694","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"694","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1809-1849"},{"id":"oxford-695","title":"Annabel Lee","poet":"Edgar Allan Poe","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IT was many and many a year ago,\n In a kingdom by the sea,\n That a maiden there lived whom you may know\n By the name of Annabel Lee.\n And this maiden she lived with no other thought\n Than to love and be loved by me.\n\nI was a child and she was a child\n In this kingdom by the sea:\n But we loved with a love that was more than love—\n I and my Annabel Lee,\n With a love that the wingèd seraphs of heaven\n Coveted her and me.\n\nAnd this was the reason that, long ago,\n In this kingdom by the sea,\n A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling\n My beautiful Annabel Lee,\n So that her high-born kinsmen came\n And bore her away from me,\n To shut her up in a sepulchre\n In this kingdom by the sea.\n\nThe angels, not half so happy in heaven,\n Went envying her and me—\n Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,\n In this kingdom by the sea)\n That the wind came out of the cloud one night,\n Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.\n\nBut our love it was stronger by far than the love\n Of those who were older than we—\n Of many far wiser than we—\n And neither the angels in heaven above,\n Nor the demons down under the sea,\n Can ever dissever my soul from the soul\n Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:\n\nFor the moon never beams without bringing me dreams\n Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;\n And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes\n Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;\n And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side\n Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,\n In the sepulchre there by the sea,\n In her tomb by the sounding sea.","themes":["love","spirituality","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_695","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"695","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1809-1849"},{"id":"oxford-696","title":"For Annie","poet":"Edgar Allan Poe","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THANK Heaven! the crisis—\n The danger is past,\n And the lingering illness\n Is over at last—\n And the fever called ‘Living’\n Is conquer’d at last.\n\nSadly, I know\n I am shorn of my strength,\n And no muscle I move\n As I lie at full length:\n But no matter—I feel\n I am better at length.\n\nAnd I rest so composedly\n Now, in my bed,\n That any beholder\n Might fancy me dead—\n Might start at beholding me,\n Thinking me dead.\n\nThe moaning and groaning,\n The sighing and sobbing,\n Are quieted now,\n With that horrible throbbing\n At heart—ah, that horrible,\n Horrible throbbing!\n\nThe sickness—the nausea—\n The pitiless pain—\n Have ceased, with the fever\n That madden’d my brain—\n With the fever called ‘Living’\n That burn’d in my brain.\n\nAnd O! of all tortures\n That torture the worst\n Has abated—the terrible\n Torture of thirst\n For the naphthaline river\n Of Passion accurst—\n I have drunk of a water\n That quenches all thirst.\n\n—Of a water that flows,\n With a lullaby sound,\n From a spring but a very few\n Feet under ground—\n From a cavern not very far\n Down under ground.\n\nAnd ah! let it never\n Be foolishly said\n That my room it is gloomy,\n And narrow my bed;\n For man never slept\n In a different bed—\n And, to sleep, you must slumber\n In just such a bed.\n\nMy tantalized spirit\n Here blandly reposes,\n Forgetting, or never\n Regretting its roses—\n Its old agitations\n Of myrtles and roses:\n\nFor now, while so quietly\n Lying, it fancies\n A holier odour\n About it, of pansies—\n A rosemary odour,\n Commingled with pansies—\n With rue and the beautiful\n Puritan pansies.\n\nAnd so it lies happily,\n Bathing in many\n A dream of the truth\n And the beauty of Annie—\n Drown’d in a bath\n Of the tresses of Annie.\n\nShe tenderly kiss’d me,\n She fondly caress’d,\n And then I fell gently\n To sleep on her breast—\n Deeply to sleep\n From the heaven of her breast.\n\nWhen the light was extinguish’d,\n She cover’d me warm,\n And she pray’d to the angels\n To keep me from harm—\n To the queen of the angels\n To shield me from harm.\n\nAnd I lie so composedly,\n Now, in my bed\n (Knowing her love),\n That you fancy me dead—\n And I rest so contentedly,\n Now, in my bed\n (With her love at my breast),\n That you fancy me dead—\n That you shudder to look at me,\n Thinking me dead.\n\nBut my heart it is brighter\n Than all of the many\n Stars in the sky,\n For it sparkles with Annie—\n It glows with the light\n Of the love of my Annie—\n With the thought of the light\n Of the eyes of my Annie.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_696","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"696","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1809-1849"},{"id":"oxford-697","title":"Old Song","poet":"Edward FitzGerald (translator)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"’TIS a dull sight\n To see the year dying,\n When winter winds\n Set the yellow wood sighing:\n Sighing, O sighing!\n\nWhen such a time cometh\n I do retire\n Into an old room\n Beside a bright fire:\n O, pile a bright fire!\n\nAnd there I sit\n Reading old things,\n Of knights and lorn damsels,\n While the wind sings—\n O, drearily sings!\n\nI never look out\n Nor attend to the blast;\n For all to be seen\n Is the leaves falling fast:\n Falling, falling!\n\nBut close at the hearth,\n Like a cricket, sit I,\n Reading of summer\n And chivalry—\n Gallant chivalry!\n\nThen with an old friend\n I talk of our youth—\n How ’twas gladsome, but often\n Foolish, forsooth:\n But gladsome, gladsome!\n\nOr, to get merry,\n We sing some old rhyme\n That made the wood ring again\n In summer time—\n Sweet summer time!\n\nThen go we smoking,\n Silent and snug:\n Naught passes between us,\n Save a brown jug—\n Sometimes!\n\nAnd sometimes a tear\n Will rise in each eye,\n Seeing the two old friends\n So merrily—\n So merrily!\n\nAnd ere to bed\n Go we, go we,\n Down on the ashes\n We kneel on the knee,\n Praying together!\n\nThus, then, live I\n Till, ’mid all the gloom,\n By Heaven! the bold sun\n Is with me in the room\n Shining, shining!\n\nThen the clouds part,\n Swallows soaring between;\n The spring is alive,\n And the meadows are green!\n\nI jump up like mad,\n Break the old pipe in twain,\n And away to the meadows,\n The meadows again!","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_697","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"697","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1809-1883"},{"id":"oxford-698","title":"From Omar Khayyám","poet":"Edward FitzGerald (translator)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I\n\nA BOOK of Verses underneath the Bough,\n A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou\n Beside me singing in the Wilderness—\n O. Wilderness were Paradise enow!\n\nSome for the Glories of This World; and some\n Sigh for the Prophet’s Paradise to come;\n Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,\n Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!\n\nLook to the blowing Rose about us—‘Lo,\n Laughing,’ she says, ‘into the world I blow,\n At once the silken tassel of my Purse\n Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw.’\n\nAnd those who husbanded the Golden grain\n And those who flung it to the winds like Rain\n Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn’d\n As, buried once, Men want dug up again.\n\nII\n\nTHINK, in this batter’d Caravanserai\n Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day,\n How Sultán after Sultán with his Pomp\n Abode his destined Hour, and went his way.\n\nThey say the Lion and the Lizard keep\n The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep:\n And Bahrám, that great Hunter—the wild Ass\n Stamps o’er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep.\n\nI sometimes think that never blows so red\n The Rose as where some buried Cæsar bled;\n That every Hyacinth the Garden wears\n Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.\n\nAnd this reviving Herb whose tender Green\n Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean—\n Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows\n From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen!\n\nAh, my Belovèd, fill the Cup that clears\n To-day of past Regrets and Future Fears:\n To-morrow!—Why, To-morrow I may be\n Myself with Yesterday’s Sev’n thousand Years.\n\nFor some we loved, the loveliest and the best\n That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest,\n Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,\n And one by one crept silently to rest.\n\nAnd we, that now make merry in the Room\n They left, and Summer dresses in new bloom,\n Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth\n Descend—ourselves to make a Couch—for whom?\n\nAh, make the most of what we yet may spend,\n Before we too into the Dust descend;\n Dust unto Dust, and under Dust to lie,\n Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!\n\nIII\n\nAH, with the Grape my fading Life provide,\n And wash my Body whence the Life has died,\n And lay me, shrouded in the living Leaf,\n By some not unfrequented Garden-side....\n\nYon rising Moon that looks for us again—\n How oft hereafter will she wax and wane;\n How oft hereafter rising look for us\n Through this same Garden—and for one in vain!\n\nAnd when like her, O Sákí, you shall pass\n Among the Guests star-scatter’d on the Grass,\n And in your joyous errand reach the spot\n Where I made One—turn down an empty Glass!","themes":["nature","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_698","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"698","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1809-1883"},{"id":"oxford-699","title":"Mariana","poet":"Alfred Tennyson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WITH blackest moss the flower-plots\n Were thickly crusted, one and all:\n The rusted nails fell from the knots\n That held the pear to the gable-wall.\n The broken sheds look’d sad and strange:\n Unlifted was the clinking latch;\n Weeded and worn the ancient thatch\n Upon the lonely moated grange.\n She only said, ‘My life is dreary,\n He cometh not,’ she said;\n She said, ‘I am aweary, aweary,\n I would that I were dead!’\n\nHer tears fell with the dews at even;\n Her tears fell ere the dews were dried;\n She could not look on the sweet heaven,\n Either at morn or eventide.\n After the flitting of the bats,\n When thickest dark did trance the sky,\n She drew her casement-curtain by,\n And glanced athwart the glooming flats.\n She only said, ‘The night is dreary,\n He cometh not,’ she said;\n She said, ‘I am aweary, aweary,\n I would that I were dead!’\n\nUpon the middle of the night,\n Waking she heard the night-fowl crow:\n The cock sung out an hour ere light:\n From the dark fen the oxen’s low\n Came to her: without hope of change,\n In sleep she seem’d to walk forlorn,\n Till cold winds woke the gray-eyed morn\n About the lonely moated grange.\n She only said, ‘The day is dreary,\n He cometh not,’ she said;\n She said, ‘I am aweary, aweary,\n I would that I were dead!’\n\nAbout a stone-cast from the wall\n A sluice with blacken’d waters slept,\n And o’er it many, round and small,\n The cluster’d marish-mosses crept.\n Hard by a poplar shook alway,\n All silver-green with gnarlèd bark:\n For leagues no other tree did mark\n The level waste, the rounding gray.\n She only said, ‘My life is dreary,\n He cometh not,’ she said;\n She said, ‘I am aweary, aweary,\n I would that I were dead!’\n\nAnd ever when the moon was low,\n And the shrill winds were up and away,\n In the white curtain, to and fro,\n She saw the gusty shadow sway.\n But when the moon was very low,\n And wild winds bound within their cell,\n The shadow of the poplar fell\n Upon her bed, across her brow.\n She only said, ‘The night is dreary,\n He cometh not,’ she said;\n She said, ‘I am aweary, aweary,\n I would that I were dead!’\n\nAll day within the dreamy house,\n The doors upon their hinges creak’d;\n The blue fly sung in the pane; the mouse\n Behind the mouldering wainscot shriek’d,\n Or from the crevice peer’d about.\n Old faces glimmer’d thro’ the doors,\n Old footsteps trod the upper floors,\n Old voices call’d her from without.\n She only said, ‘My life is dreary,\n He cometh not,’ she said;\n She said, ‘I am aweary, aweary,’\n I would that I were dead!’\n\nThe sparrow’s chirrup on the roof,\n The slow clock ticking, and the sound\n Which to the wooing wind aloof\n The poplar made, did all confound\n Her sense; but most she loathed the hour\n When the thick-moted sunbeam lay\n Athwart the chambers, and the day\n Was sloping toward his western bower.\n Then, said she, ‘I am very dreary,\n He will not come,’ she said;\n She wept, ‘I am aweary, aweary,\n O God, that I were dead!’","themes":["nature","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_699","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"699","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1809-1892"},{"id":"oxford-700","title":"The Lady of Shalott","poet":"Alfred Tennyson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"Part I\n\nON either side the river lie\n Long fields of barley and of rye,\n That clothe the wold and meet the sky;\n And thro’ the field the road runs by\n To many-tower’d Camelot;\n And up and down the people go,\n Gazing where the lilies blow\n Round an island there below,\n The island of Shalott.\n\nWillows whiten, aspens quiver,\n Little breezes dusk and shiver\n Thro’ the wave that runs for ever\n By the island in the river\n Flowing down to Camelot.\n Four gray walls, and four gray towers,\n Overlook a space of flowers,\n And the silent isle imbowers\n The Lady of Shalott.\n\nBy the margin, willow-veil’d,\n Slide the heavy barges trail’d\n By slow horses; and unhail’d\n The shallop flitteth silken-sail’d\n Skimming down to Camelot:\n But who hath seen her wave her hand?\n Or at the casement seen her stand?\n Or is she known in all the land,\n The Lady of Shalott?\n\nOnly reapers, reaping early\n In among the bearded barley,\n Hear a song that echoes cheerly\n From the river winding clearly,\n Down to tower’d Camelot:\n And by the moon the reaper weary,\n Piling sheaves in uplands airy,\n Listening, whispers ‘’Tis the fairy\n Lady of Shalott.’\n\nPart II\n\nTHERE she weaves by night and day\n A magic web with colours gay.\n She has heard a whisper say,\n A curse is on her if she stay\n To look down to Camelot.\n She knows not what the curse may be,\n And so she weaveth steadily,\n And little other care hath she,\n The Lady of Shalott.\n\nAnd moving thro’ a mirror clear\n That hangs before her all the year,\n Shadows of the world appear.\n There she sees the highway near\n Winding down to Camelot:\n There the river eddy whirls,\n And there the surly village-churls,\n And the red cloaks of market girls,\n Pass onward from Shalott.\n\nSometimes a troop of damsels glad,\n An abbot on an ambling pad,\n Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,\n Or long-hair’d page in crimson clad,\n Goes by to tower’d Camelot;\n And sometimes thro’ the mirror blue\n The knights come riding two and two:\n She hath no loyal knight and true,\n The Lady of Shalott.\n\nBut in her web she still delights\n To weave the mirror’s magic sights,\n For often thro’ the silent nights\n A funeral, with plumes and lights,\n And music, went to Camelot:\n Or when the moon was overhead,\n Came two young lovers lately wed;\n ‘I am half sick of shadows,’ said\n The Lady of Shalott.\n\nPart III\n\nA BOW-shot from her bower-eaves,\n He rode between the barley-sheaves,\n The sun came dazzling thro’ the leaves,\n And flamed upon the brazen greaves\n Of bold Sir Lancelot.\n A red-cross knight for ever kneel’d\n To a lady in his shield,\n That sparkled on the yellow field,\n Beside remote Shalott.\n\nThe gemmy bridle glitter’d free,\n Like to some branch of stars we see\n Hung in the golden Galaxy.\n The bridle bells rang merrily\n As he rode down to Camelot;\n And from his blazon’d baldric slung\n A mighty silver bugle hung,\n And as he rode his armour rung,\n Beside remote Shalott.\n\nAll in the blue unclouded weather\n Thick-jewell’d shone the saddle-leather,\n The helmet and the helmet-feather\n Burn’d like one burning flame together,\n As he rode down to Camelot.\n As often thro’ the purple night,\n Below the starry clusters bright,\n Some bearded meteor, trailing light,\n Moves over still Shalott.\n\nHis broad clear brow in sunlight glow’d;\n On burnish’d hooves his war-horse trode;\n From underneath his helmet flow’d\n His coal-black curls as on he rode,\n As he rode down to Camelot.\n From the bank and from the river\n He flash’d into the crystal mirror,\n ‘Tirra lirra,’ by the river\n Sang Sir Lancelot.\n\nShe left the web, she left the loom,\n She made three paces thro’ the room,\n She saw the water-lily bloom,\n She saw the helmet and the plume,\n She look’d down to Camelot.\n Out flew the web and floated wide;\n The mirror crack’d from side to side;\n ‘The curse is come upon me!’ cried\n The Lady of Shalott.\n\nPart IV\n\nIN the stormy east-wind straining,\n The pale yellow woods were waning,\n The broad stream in his banks complaining,\n Heavily the low sky raining\n Over tower’d Camelot;\n Down she came and found a boat\n Beneath a willow left afloat,\n And round about the prow she wrote\n The Lady of Shalott.\n\nAnd down the river’s dim expanse—\n Like some bold seer in a trance,\n Seeing all his own mischance—\n With a glassy countenance\n Did she look to Camelot.\n And at the closing of the day\n She loosed the chain, and down she lay;\n The broad stream bore her far away,\n The Lady of Shalott.\n\nLying, robed in snowy white\n That loosely flew to left and right—\n The leaves upon her falling light—\n Thro’ the noises of the night\n She floated down to Camelot;\n And as the boat-head wound along\n The willowy hills and fields among,\n They heard her singing her last song,\n The Lady of Shalott.\n\nHeard a carol, mournful, holy,\n Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,\n Till her blood was frozen slowly,\n And her eyes were darkened wholly,\n Turn’d to tower’d Camelot;\n For ere she reach’d upon the tide\n The first house by the water-side,\n Singing in her song she died,\n The Lady of Shalott.\n\nUnder tower and balcony,\n By garden-wall and gallery,\n A gleaming shape she floated by,\n Dead-pale between the houses high,\n Silent into Camelot.\n Out upon the wharfs they came,\n Knight and burgher, lord and dame,\n And round the prow they read her name,\n The Lady of Shalott.\n\nWho is this? and what is here?\n And in the lighted palace near\n Died the sound of royal cheer;\n And they cross’d themselves for fear,\n All the knights at Camelot:\n But Lancelot mused a little space;\n He said, ‘She has a lovely face;\n God in His mercy lend her grace,\n The Lady of 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1809-1892"},{"id":"oxford-701","title":"The Miller’s Daughter","poet":"Alfred Tennyson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IT is the miller’s daughter,\n And she is grown so dear, so dear,\n That I would be the jewel\n That trembles in her ear:\n For hid in ringlets day and night,\n I’d touch her neck so warm and white.\n\nAnd I would be the girdle\n About her dainty dainty waist,\n And her heart would beat against me,\n In sorrow and in rest:\n And I should know if it beat right,\n I’d clasp it round so close and tight.\n\nAnd I would be the necklace,\n And all day long to fall and rise\n Upon her balmy bosom,\n With her laughter or her sighs:\n And I would lie so light, so light,\n I scarce should be unclasp’d at night.","themes":["love","grief","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_701","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"701","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1809-1892"},{"id":"oxford-702","title":"Song of the Lotos-Eaters","poet":"Alfred Tennyson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THERE is sweet music here that softer falls\n Than petals from blown roses on the grass,\n Or night-dews on still waters between walls\n Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;\n Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,\n Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes;\n Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.\n Here are cool mosses deep,\n And thro’ the moss the ivies creep,\n And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep,\n And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.\n\nWhy are we weigh’d upon with heaviness,\n And utterly consumed with sharp distress,\n While all things else have rest from weariness?\n All things have rest: why should we toil alone,\n We only toil, who are the first of things,\n And make perpetual moan,\n Still from one sorrow to another thrown:\n Nor ever fold our wings,\n And cease from wanderings,\n Nor steep our brows in slumber’s holy balm;\n Nor harken what the inner spirit sings,\n ‘There is no joy but calm!’—\n Why should we only toil, the roof and crown of things?\n\nLo! in the middle of the wood,\n The folded leaf is woo’d from out the bud\n With winds upon the branch, and there\n Grows green and broad, and takes no care,\n Sun-steep’d at noon, and in the moon\n Nightly dew-fed; and turning yellow\n Falls, and floats adown the air.\n Lo! sweeten’d with the summer light,\n The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow,\n Drops in a silent autumn night.\n All its allotted length of days,\n The flower ripens in its place,\n Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil,\n Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.\n\nHateful is the dark-blue sky,\n Vaulted o’er the dark-blue sea.\n Death is the end of life; ah, why\n Should life all labour be?\n Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast,\n And in a little while our lips are dumb.\n Let us alone. What is it that will last?\n All things are taken from us, and become\n Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past.\n Let us alone. What pleasure can we have\n To war with evil? Is there any peace\n In ever climbing up the climbing wave?\n All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave\n In silence; ripen, fall and cease:\n Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.\n\nHow sweet it were, hearing the downward stream,\n With half-shut eyes ever to seem\n Falling asleep in a half-dream!\n To dream and dream, like yonder amber light,\n Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height;\n To hear each other’s whisper’d speech;\n Eating the Lotos day by day,\n To watch the crisping ripples on the beach,\n And tender curving lines of creamy spray;\n To lend our hearts and spirits wholly\n To the influence of mild-minded melancholy;\n To muse and brood and live again in memory,\n With those old faces of our infancy\n Heap’d over with a mound of grass,\n Two handfuls of white dust, shut in an urn of brass!\n\nDear is the memory of our wedded lives,\n And dear the last embraces of our wives\n And their warm tears: but all hath suffer’d change;\n For surely now our household hearths are cold:\n Our sons inherit us: our looks are strange:\n And we should come like ghosts to trouble joy.\n Or else the island princes over-bold\n Have eat our substance, and the minstrel sings\n Before them of the ten years’ war in Troy,\n And our great deeds, as half-forgotten things.\n Is there confusion in the little isle?\n Let what is broken so remain.\n The Gods are hard to reconcile:\n ’Tis hard to settle order once again.\n There is confusion worse than death,\n Trouble on trouble, pain on pain,\n Long labour unto agèd breath,\n Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars\n And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars.\n But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly,\n How sweet (while warm airs lull us, blowing lowly)\n With half-dropt eyelids still,\n Beneath a heaven dark and holy,\n To watch the long bright river drawing slowly\n His waters from the purple hill—\n To hear the dewy echoes calling\n From cave to cave thro’ the thick-twinèd vine—\n To watch the emerald-colour’d water falling\n Thro’ many a wov’n acanthus-wreath divine!\n Only to hear and see the far-off sparkling brine,\n Only to hear were sweet, stretch’d out beneath the pine.\n\nThe Lotos blooms below the barren peak:\n The Lotos blows by every winding creek:\n All day the wind breathes low with mellower tone:\n Thro’ every hollow cave and alley lone\n Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos-dust is blown.\n We have had enough of action, and of motion we,\n Roll’d to starboard, roll’d to larboard, when the surge was seething free,\n Where the wallowing monster spouted his foam-fountains in the sea.\n Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind,\n In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined\n On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.\n For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are hurl’d\n Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curl’d\n Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world:\n Where they smile in secret, looking over wasted lands,\n Blight and famine, plague and earthquake, roaring deeps and fiery sands,\n Clanging fights, and flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands.\n But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song\n Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient tale of wrong,\n Like a tale of little meaning tho’ the words are strong;\n Chanted from an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil,\n Sow the seed, and reap the harvest with enduring toil,\n Storing yearly little dues of wheat, and wine and oil;\n Till they perish and they suffer—some, ’tis whisper’d—down in hell\n Suffer endless anguish, others in Elysian valleys dwell,\n Resting weary limbs at last on beds of asphodel.\n Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore\n Than labour in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar;\n O rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_702","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"702","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1809-1892"},{"id":"oxford-703","title":"St. Agnes’ Eve","poet":"Alfred Tennyson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"DEEP on the convent-roof the snows\n Are sparkling to the moon:\n My breath to heaven like vapour goes:\n May my soul follow soon!\n The shadows of the convent-towers\n Slant down the snowy sward,\n Still creeping with the creeping hours\n That lead me to my Lord:\n Make Thou my spirit pure and clear\n As are the frosty skies,\n Or this first snowdrop of the year\n That in my bosom lies.\n\nAs these white robes are soil’d and dark,\n To yonder shining ground;\n As this pale taper’s earthly spark,\n To yonder argent round;\n So shows my soul before the Lamb,\n My spirit before Thee;\n So in mine earthly house I am,\n To that I hope to be.\n Break up the heavens, O Lord! and far,\n Thro’ all yon starlight keen,\n Draw me, thy bride, a glittering star,\n In raiment white and clean.\n\nHe lifts me to the golden doors;\n The flashes come and go;\n All heaven bursts her starry floors,\n And strows her lights below,\n And deepens on and up! the gates\n Roll back, and far within\n For me the Heavenly Bridegroom waits,\n To make me pure of sin.\n The sabbaths of Eternity,\n One sabbath deep and wide—\n A light upon the shining sea—\n The Bridegroom with his bride!","themes":["hope","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_703","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"703","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1809-1892"},{"id":"oxford-704","title":"Blow, Bugle, blow","poet":"Alfred Tennyson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE splendour falls on castle walls\n And snowy summits old in story:\n The long light shakes across the lakes,\n And the wild cataract leaps in glory.\n Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,\n Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.\n\nO hark, O hear! how thin and clear,\n And thinner, clearer, farther going!\n O sweet and far from cliff and scar\n The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!\n Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying:\n Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.\n\nO love, they die in yon rich sky,\n They faint on hill or field or river:\n Our echoes roll from soul to soul,\n And grow for ever and for ever.\n Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,\n And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_704","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"704","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1809-1892"},{"id":"oxford-705","title":"Summer Night","poet":"Alfred Tennyson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"NOW sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;\n Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;\n Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:\n The firefly wakens: waken thou with me.\n\nNow droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,\n And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.\n\nNow lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,\n And all thy heart lies open unto me.\n\nNow slides the silent meteor on, and leaves\n A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.\n\nNow folds the lily all her sweetness up,\n And slips into the bosom of the lake:\n So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip\n Into my bosom and be lost in me.","themes":["love","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_705","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"705","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1809-1892"},{"id":"oxford-706","title":"Come down, O Maid","poet":"Alfred Tennyson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"COME down, O maid, from yonder mountain height:\n What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang).\n In height and cold, the splendour of the hills?\n But cease to move so near the Heavens, and cease\n To glide a sunbeam by the blasted Pine,\n To sit a star upon the sparkling spire;\n And come, for Love is of the valley, come,\n For Love is of the valley, come thou down\n And find him; by the happy threshold, he,\n Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize,\n Or red with spirted purple of the vats,\n Or foxlike in the vine; nor cares to walk\n With Death and Morning on the silver horns,\n Nor wilt thou snare him in the white ravine,\n Nor find him dropt upon the firths of ice,\n That huddling slant in furrow-cloven falls\n To roll the torrent out of dusky doors:\n But follow; let the torrent dance thee down\n To find him in the valley; let the wild\n Lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, and leave\n The monstrous ledges there to slope, and spill\n Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke,\n That like a broken purpose waste in air:\n So waste not thou; but come; for all the vales\n Await thee; azure pillars of the hearth\n Arise to thee; the children call, and I\n Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound,\n Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet;\n Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro’ the lawn,\n The moan of doves in immemorial elms,\n And murmuring of innumerable bees.","themes":["love","loneliness","death","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_706","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"706","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1809-1892"},{"id":"oxford-707","title":"From ‘In Memoriam’","poet":"Alfred Tennyson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I\n\nFAIR ship, that from the Italian shore\n Sailest the placid ocean-plains\n With my lost Arthur’s loved remains,\n Spread thy full wings, and waft him o’er.\n\nSo draw him home to those that mourn\n In vain; a favourable speed\n Ruffle thy mirror’d mast, and lead\n Thro’ prosperous floods his holy urn.\n\nAll night no ruder air perplex\n Thy sliding keel, till Phosphor, bright\n As our pure love, thro’ early light\n Shall glimmer on the dewy decks.\n\nSphere all your lights around, above;\n Sleep, gentle heavens, before the prow;\n Sleep, gentle winds, as he sleeps now,\n My friend, the brother of my love;\n\nMy Arthur, whom I shall not see\n Till all my widow’d race be run;\n Dear as the mother to the son,\n More than my brothers are to me.\n\nII\n\nI HEAR the noise about thy keel;\n I hear the bell struck in the night;\n I see the cabin-window bright;\n I see the sailor at the wheel.\n\nThou bring’st the sailor to his wife,\n And travell’d men from foreign lands;\n And letters unto trembling hands;\n And, thy dark freight, a vanish’d life.\n\nSo bring him: we have idle dreams:\n This look of quiet flatters thus\n Our home-bred fancies: O to us,\n The fools of habit, sweeter seems\n\nTo rest beneath the clover sod,\n That takes the sunshine and the rains,\n Or where the kneeling hamlet drains\n The chalice of the grapes of God;\n\nThan if with thee the roaring wells\n Should gulf him fathom-deep in brine;\n And hands so often clasp’d in mine,\n Should toss with tangle and with shells.\n\nIII\n\nCALM is the morn without a sound,\n Calm as to suit a calmer grief,\n And only thro’ the faded leaf\n The chestnut pattering to the ground:\n\nCalm and deep peace on this high wold,\n And on these dews that drench the furze,\n And all the silvery gossamers\n That twinkle into green and gold:\n\nCalm and still light on yon great plain\n That sweeps with all its autumn bowers,\n And crowded farms and lessening towers,\n To mingle with the bounding main:\n\nCalm and deep peace in this wide air,\n These leaves that redden to the fall;\n And in my heart, if calm at all,\n If any calm, a calm despair:\n\nCalm on the seas, and silver sleep,\n And waves that sway themselves in rest,\n And dead calm in that noble breast\n Which heaves but with the heaving deep.\n\nIV\n\nTO-night the winds begin to rise\n And roar from yonder dropping day:\n The last red leaf is whirl’d away,\n The rooks are blown about the skies;\n\nThe forest crack’d, the waters curl’d,\n The cattle huddled on the lea;\n And wildly dash’d on tower and tree\n The sunbeam strikes along the world:\n\nAnd but for fancies, which aver\n That all thy motions gently pass\n Athwart a plane of molten glass,\n I scarce could brook the strain and stir\n\nThat makes the barren branches loud;\n And but for fear it is not so,\n The wild unrest that lives in woe\n Would dote and pore on yonder cloud\n\nThat rises upward always higher,\n And onward drags a labouring breast,\n And topples round the dreary west,\n A looming bastion fringed with fire.\n\nV\n\nTHOU comest, much wept for: such a breeze\n Compell’d thy canvas, and my prayer\n Was as the whisper of an air\n To breathe thee over lonely seas.\n\nFor I in spirit saw thee move\n Thro’ circles of the bounding sky,\n Week after week: the days go by:\n Come quick, thou bringest all I love.\n\nHenceforth, wherever thou mayst roam\n My blessing, like a line of light,\n Is on the waters day and night,\n And like a beacon guards thee home.\n\nSo may whatever tempest mars\n Mid-ocean, spare thee, sacred bark;\n And balmy drops in summer dark\n Slide from the bosom of the stars.\n\nSo kind an office hath been done,\n Such precious relics brought by thee;\n The dust of him I shall not see\n Till all my widow’d race be run.\n\nVI\n\nNOW, sometimes in my sorrow shut,\n Or breaking into song by fits,\n Alone, alone, to where he sits,\n The Shadow cloak’d from head to foot,\n\nWho keeps the keys of all the creeds,\n I wander, often falling lame,\n And looking back to whence I came,\n Or on to where the pathway leads;\n And crying, How changed from where it ran\n Thro’ lands where not a leaf was dumb;\n But all the lavish hills would hum\n The murmur of a happy Pan:\n\nWhen each by turns was guide to each,\n And Fancy light from Fancy caught,\n And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought\n Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech;\n\nAnd all we met was fair and good,\n And all was good that Time could bring,\n And all the secret of the Spring\n Moved in the chambers of the blood;\n\nAnd many an old philosophy\n On Argive heights divinely sang,\n And round us all the thicket rang\n To many a flute of Arcady.\n\nVII\n\nHOW fares it with the happy dead?\n For here the man is more and more;\n But he forgets the days before\n God shut the doorways of his head.\n\nThe days have vanish’d, tone and tint,\n And yet perhaps the hoarding sense\n Gives out at times (he knows not whence)\n A little flash, a mystic hint;\n\nAnd in the long harmonious years\n (If Death so taste Lethean springs)\n May some dim touch of earthly things\n Surprise thee ranging with thy peers.\n\nIf such a dreamy touch should fall,\n O turn thee round, resolve the doubt;\n My guardian angel will speak out\n In that high place, and tell thee all.\n\nVIII\n\nTHE wish, that of the living whole\n No life may fail beyond the grave,\n Derives it not from what we have\n The likest God within the soul?\n\nAre God and Nature then at strife,\n That Nature lends such evil dreams?\n So careful of the type she seems,\n So careless of the single life;\n\nThat I, considering everywhere\n Her secret meaning in her deeds,\n And finding that of fifty seeds\n She often brings but one to bear,\n\nI falter where I firmly trod,\n And falling with my weight of cares\n Upon the great world’s altar-stairs\n That slope thro’ darkness up to God,\n\nI stretch lame hands of faith, and grope,\n And gather dust and chaff, and call\n To what I feel is Lord of all,\n And faintly trust the larger hope.\n\nIX\n\n‘SO careful of the type?’ but no.\n From scarpèd cliff and quarried stone\n She cries, ‘A thousand types are gone\n I care for nothing, all shall go.\n\nThou makest thine appeal to me:\n I bring to life, I bring to death:\n The spirit does but mean the breath:\n I know no more.’ And he, shall he,\n\nMan, her last work, who seem’d so fair,\n Such splendid purpose in his eyes,\n Who roll’d the psalm to wintry skies,\n Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer,\n\nWho trusted God was love indeed\n And love Creation’s final law—\n Tho’ Nature, red in tooth and claw\n With ravine, shriek’d against his creed—\n\nWho loved, who suffer’d countless ills,\n Who battled for the True, the Just,\n Be blown about the desert dust,\n Or seal’d within the iron hills?\n\nNo more? A monster then, a dream,\n A discord. Dragons of the prime,\n That tare each other in their slime,\n Were mellow music matched with him.\n\nO life as futile, then as frail!\n O for thy voice to soothe and bless!\n What hope of answer, or redress?\n Behind the veil, behind the veil.\n\nX\n\nUNWATCH’d, the garden bough shall sway,\n The tender blossom flutter down;\n Unloved, that beech will gather brown,\n This maple burn itself away;\n Unloved, the sunflower, shining fair,\n Ray round with flames her disk of seed,\n And many a rose-carnation feed\n With summer spice the humming air;\n\nUnloved, by many a sandy bar,\n The brook shall babble down the plain,\n At noon or when the lesser wain\n Is twisting round the polar star;\n\nUncared for, gird the windy grove,\n And flood the haunts of hern and crake;\n Or into silver arrows break\n The sailing moon in creek and cove;\n\nTill from the garden and the wild\n A fresh association blow,\n And year by year the landscape grow\n Familiar to the stranger’s child;\n\nAs year by year the labourer tills\n His wonted glebe, or lops the glades;\n And year by year our memory fades\n From all the circle of the hills.\n\nXI\n\nNOW fades the last long streak of snow,\n Now burgeons every maze of quick\n About the flowering squares, and thick\n By ashen roots the violets blow.\n\nNow rings the woodland loud and long,\n The distance takes a lovelier hue,\n And drown’d in yonder living blue\n The lark becomes a sightless song.\n\nNow dance the lights on lawn and lea,\n The flocks are whiter down the vale,\n And milkier every milky sail\n On winding stream or distant sea;\n\nWhere now the seamew pipes, or dives\n In yonder greening gleam, and fly\n The happy birds, that change their sky\n To build and brood; that live their lives\n\nFrom land to land; and in my breast\n Spring wakens too; and my regret\n Becomes an April violet,\n And buds and blossoms like the rest.\n\nXII\n\nLOVE is and was my Lord and King,\n And in his presence I attend\n To hear the tidings of my friend,\n Which every hour his couriers bring.\n\nLove is and was my King and Lord,\n And will be, tho’ as yet I keep\n Within his court on earth, and sleep\n Encompass’d by his faithful guard,\n\nAnd hear at times a sentinel\n Who moves about from place to place,\n And whispers to the worlds of space,\n In the deep night, that all is well.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_707","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"707","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1809-1892"},{"id":"oxford-708","title":"Maud","poet":"Alfred Tennyson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"COME into the garden, Maud,\n For the black bat, Night, has flown,\n Come into the garden, Maud,\n I am here at the gate alone;\n And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,\n And the musk of the roses blown.\n\nFor a breeze of morning moves,\n And the planet of Love is on high,\n Beginning to faint in the light that she loves\n On a bed of daffodil sky,\n To faint in the light of the sun she loves,\n To faint in his light, and to die.\n\nAll night have the roses heard\n The flute, violin, bassoon;\n All night has the casement jessamine stirr’d\n To the dancers dancing in tune;\n Till a silence fell with the waking bird,\n And a hush with the setting moon.\n\nI said to the lily, ‘There is but one\n With whom she has heart to be gay.\n When will the dancers leave her alone?\n She is weary of dance and play.’\n Now half to the setting moon are gone,\n And half to the rising day;\n Low on the sand and loud on the stone\n The last wheel echoes away.\n\nI said to the rose, ‘The brief night goes\n In babble and revel and wine.\n\nO young lord-lover, what sighs are those\n For one that will never be thine?\n But mine, but mine,’ so I sware to the rose,\n ‘For ever and ever, mine.’\n\nAnd the soul of the rose went into my blood,\n As the music clash’d in the hall;\n And long by the garden lake I stood,\n For I heard your rivulet fall\n From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood,\n Our wood, that is dearer than all;\n\nFrom the meadow your walks have left so sweet\n That whenever a March-wind sighs\n He sets the jewel-print of your feet\n In violets blue as your eyes,\n To the woody hollows in which we meet\n And the valleys of Paradise.\n\nThe slender acacia would not shake\n One long milk-bloom on the tree;\n The white lake-blossom fell into the lake,\n As the pimpernel dozed on the lea;\n But the rose was awake all night for your sake,\n Knowing your promise to me;\n The lilies and roses were all awake,\n They sigh’d for the dawn and thee.\n\nQueen rose of the rosebud garden of girls,\n Come hither, the dances are done,\n In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls,\n Queen lily and rose in one;\n Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls.\n To the flowers, and be their sun.\n\nThere has fallen a splendid tear\n From the passion-flower at the gate.\n She is coming, my dove, my dear;\n She is coming, my life, my fate;\n The red rose cries, ‘She is near, she is near;’\n And the white rose weeps, ‘She is late,’\n The larkspur listens, ‘I hear, I hear;’\n And the lily whispers, ‘I wait.’\n\nShe is coming, my own, my sweet;\n Were it ever so airy a tread,\n My heart would hear her and beat,\n Were it earth in an earthy bed;\n My dust would hear her and beat,\n Had I lain for a century dead;\n Would start and tremble under her feet,\n And blossom in purple and red.","themes":["love","nature","hope","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_708","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"708","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1809-1892"},{"id":"oxford-709","title":"O that ’twere possible","poet":"Alfred Tennyson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O THAT ’twere possible\n After long grief and pain\n To find the arms of my true love\n Round me once again!...\n\nA shadow flits before me,\n Not thou, but like to thee:\n Ah, Christ! that it were possible\n For one short hour to see\n The souls we loved, that they might tell us\n What and where they be!","themes":["love","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_709","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"709","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1809-1892"},{"id":"oxford-710","title":"Shadows","poet":"Richard Monckton Milnes, Lord Houghton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THEY seem’d, to those who saw them meet,\n The casual friends of every day;\n Her smile was undisturb’d and sweet,\n His courtesy was free and gay.\n\nBut yet if one the other’s name\n In some unguarded moment heard,\n The heart you thought so calm and tame\n Would struggle like a captured bird:\n\nAnd letters of mere formal phrase\n Were blister’d with repeated tears,—\n And this was not the work of days,\n But had gone on for years and years!\n\nAlas, that love was not too strong\n For maiden shame and manly pride!\n Alas, that they delay’d so long\n The goal of mutual bliss beside!\n\nYet what no chance could then reveal,\n And neither would be first to own,\n Let fate and courage now conceal,\n When truth could bring remorse alone.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_710","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"710","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1809-1885"},{"id":"oxford-711","title":"The Bride","poet":"Henry Alford","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"‘RISE,’ said the Master, ‘come unto the feast.’\n She heard the call and rose with willing feet;\n But thinking it not otherwise than meet\n For such a bidding to put on her best,\n She is gone from us for a few short hours\n Into her bridal closet, there to wait\n For the unfolding of the palace gate\n That gives her entrance to the blissful bowers.\n We have not seen her yet, though we have been\n Full often to her chamber door, and oft\n Have listen’d underneath the postern green,\n And laid fresh flowers, and whisper’d short and soft.\n But she hath made no answer, and the day\n From the clear west is fading fast away.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_711","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"711","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1810-1871"},{"id":"oxford-712","title":"Cean Dubh Deelish","poet":"Sir Samuel Ferguson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"PUT your head, darling, darling, darling,\n Your darling black head my heart above;\n O mouth of honey, with thyme for fragrance,\n Who, with heart in breast, could deny you love?\n\nO many and many a young girl for me is pining.\n Letting her locks of gold to the cold wind free,\n For me, the foremost of our gay young fellows;\n But I’d leave a hundred, pure love, for thee!","themes":["love","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_712","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"712","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1810-1886"},{"id":"oxford-713","title":"Cashel of Munster","poet":"Sir Samuel Ferguson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I’d wed you without herds, without money or rich array.\n And I’d wed you on a dewy morn at day-dawn gray;\n My bitter woe it is, love, that we are not far away\n In Cashel town, tho’ the bare deal board were our marriage-bed this day!\n\nO fair maid, remember the green hill-side,\n Remember how I hunted about the valleys wide;\n Time now has worn me; my locks are turn’d to gray;\n The year is scarce and I am poor—but send me not, love, away!\n\nO deem not my blood is of base strain, my girl;\n O think not my birth was as the birth of a churl;\n Marry me and prove me, and say soon you will\n That noble blood is written on my right side still.\n\nMy purse holds no red gold, no coin of the silver white;\n No herds are mine to drive through the long twilight;\n But the pretty girl that would take me, all bare tho’ I be and lone,\n O, I’d take her with me kindly to the county Tyrone!\n\nO my girl, I can see ’tis in trouble you are;\n And O my girl, I see ’tis your people’s reproach you bear!\n —I am a girl in trouble for his sake with whom I fly,\n And, O, may no other maiden know such reproach as I!","themes":["love","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_713","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"713","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1810-1886"},{"id":"oxford-714","title":"The Fair Hills of Ireland","poet":"Sir Samuel Ferguson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"A PLENTEOUS place is Ireland for hospitable cheer,\n Uileacan dubh O!\n Where the wholesome fruit is bursting from the yellow barley ear;\n Uileacan dubh O!\n There is honey in the trees where her misty vales expand,\n And her forest paths in summer are by falling waters fann’d,\n There is dew at high noontide there, and springs i’ the yellow sand,\n On the fair hills of holy Ireland.\n\nCurl’d he is and ringleted, and plaited to the knee—\n Uileacan dubh O!\n Each captain who comes sailing across the Irish Sea;\n Uileacan dubh O!\n And I will make my journey, if life and health but stand,\n Unto that pleasant country, that fresh and fragrant strand,\n And leave your boasted braveries, your wealth and high command,\n For the fair hills of holy Ireland.\n\nLarge and profitable are the stacks upon the ground,\n Uileacan dubh O!\n The butter and the cream do wondrously abound;\n Uileacan dubh O!\n The cresses on the water and the sorrels are at hand,\n And the cuckoo’s calling daily his note of music bland,\n And the bold thrush sings so bravely his song i’ the forests grand,\n On the fair hills of holy Ireland.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_714","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"714","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1810-1886"},{"id":"oxford-715","title":"Song from ‘Paracelsus’","poet":"Robert Browning","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HEAP cassia, sandal-buds and stripes\n Of labdanum, and aloe-balls,\n Smear’d with dull nard an Indian wipes\n From out her hair: such balsam falls\n Down sea-side mountain pedestals,\n From tree-tops where tired winds are fain,\n Spent with the vast and howling main,\n To treasure half their island-gain.\n\nAnd strew faint sweetness from some old\n Egyptian’s fine worm-eaten shroud\n Which breaks to dust when once unroll’d;\n Or shredded perfume, like a cloud\n From closet long to quiet vow’d,\n With moth’d and dropping arras hung,\n Mouldering her lute and books among,\n As when a queen, long dead, was young.","themes":["nature","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_715","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"715","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1812-1889"},{"id":"oxford-716","title":"The Wanderers","poet":"Robert Browning","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"OVER the sea our galleys went,\n With cleaving prows in order brave\n To a speeding wind and a bounding wave—\n A gallant armament:\n Each bark built out of a forest-tree\n Left leafy and rough as first it grew,\n And nail’d all over the gaping sides,\n Within and without, with black bull-hides,\n Seethed in fat and suppled in flame,\n To bear the playful billows’ game;\n So, each good ship was rude to see,\n Rude and bare to the outward view.\n But each upbore a stately tent\n Where cedar pales in scented row\n Kept out the flakes of the dancing brine,\n And an awning droop’d the mast below,\n In fold on fold of the purple fine,\n That neither noontide nor star-shine\n Nor moonlight cold which maketh mad,\n Might pierce the regal tenement.\n When the sun dawn’d, O, gay and glad\n We set the sail and plied the oar;\n But when the night-wind blew like breath,\n For joy of one day’s voyage more,\n We sang together on the wide sea,\n Like men at peace on a peaceful shore;\n Each sail was loosed to the wind so free,\n Each helm made sure by the twilight star,\n And in a sleep as calm as death,\n We, the voyagers from afar,\n Lay stretch’d along, each weary crew\n In a circle round its wondrous tent\n Whence gleam’d soft light and curl’d rich scent,\n And with light and perfume, music too:\n So the stars wheel’d round, and the darkness past,\n And at morn we started beside the mast,\n And still each ship was sailing fast!\n\nNow, one morn, land appear’d—a speck\n Dim trembling betwixt sea and sky—\n ‘Avoid it,’ cried our pilot, ‘check\n The shout, restrain the eager eye!’\n But the heaving sea was black behind\n For many a night and many a day,\n And land, though but a rock, drew nigh\n So we broke the cedar pales away,\n Let the purple awning flap in the wind,\n And a statue bright was on every deck!\n We shouted, every man of us,\n And steer’d right into the harbour thus,\n With pomp and pæan glorious.\n\nA hundred shapes of lucid stone!\n All day we built its shrine for each,\n A shrine of rock for every one,\n Nor paused till in the westering sun\n We sat together on the beach\n To sing because our task was done;\n When lo! what shouts and merry songs!\n What laughter all the distance stirs!\n A loaded raft with happy throngs\n Of gentle islanders!\n ‘Our isles are just at hand,’ they cried,\n ‘Like cloudlets faint in even sleeping;\n Our temple-gates are open’d wide,\n Our olive-groves thick shade are keeping\n For these majestic forms’—they cried.\n O, then we awoke with sudden start\n From our deep dream, and knew, too late,\n How bare the rock, how desolate,\n Which had received our precious freight:\n Yet we call’d out—‘Depart!\n Our gifts, once given, must here abide:\n Our work is done; we have no heart\n To mar our work,’—we cried.","themes":["love","nature","hope","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_716","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"716","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1812-1889"},{"id":"oxford-717","title":"Thus the Mayne glideth","poet":"Robert Browning","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THUS the Mayne glideth\n Where my Love abideth;\n Sleep’s no softer: it proceeds\n On through lawns, on through meads,\n On and on, whate’er befall.\n Meandering and musical,\n Though the niggard pasturage\n Bears not on its shaven ledge\n Aught but weeds and waving grasses\n To view the river as it passes,\n Save here and there a scanty patch\n Of primroses too faint to catch\n A weary bee.... And scarce it pushes\n Its gentle way through strangling rushes\n Where the glossy kingfisher\n Flutters when noon-heats are near,\n Glad the shelving banks to shun,\n Red and steaming in the sun,\n Where the shrew-mouse with pale throat\n Burrows, and the speckled stoat;\n Where the quick sandpipers flit\n In and out the marl and grit\n That seems to breed them, brown as they;\n Naught disturbs its quiet way,\n Save some lazy stork that springs,\n Trailing it with legs and wings,\n Whom the shy fox from the hill\n Rouses, creep he ne’er so still.","themes":["love","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_717","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"717","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1812-1889"},{"id":"oxford-718","title":"Pippa’s Song","poet":"Robert Browning","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE year’s at the spring,\n And day’s at the morn;\n Morning’s at seven;\n The hill-side’s dew-pearl’d;\n The lark’s on the wing;\n The snail’s on the thorn;\n God’s in His heaven—\n All’s right with the world!","themes":["nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_718","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"718","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1812-1889"},{"id":"oxford-719","title":"You’ll love Me yet","poet":"Robert Browning","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"YOU’ll love me yet!—and I can tarry\n Your love’s protracted growing:\n June rear’d that bunch of flowers you carry,\n From seeds of April’s sowing.\n\nI plant a heartful now: some seed\n At least is sure to strike,\n And yield—what you’ll not pluck indeed,\n Not love, but, may be, like.\n\nYou’ll look at least on love’s remains,\n A grave’s one violet:\n Your look?—that pays a thousand pains.\n What’s death? You’ll love me yet!","themes":["love","nature","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_719","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"719","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1812-1889"},{"id":"oxford-720","title":"Porphyria’s Lover","poet":"Robert Browning","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE rain set early in to-night,\n The sullen wind was soon awake,\n It tore the elm-tops down for spite,\n And did its worst to vex the lake:\n I listen’d with heart fit to break.\n When glided in Porphyria; straight\n She shut the cold out and the storm,\n And kneel’d and made the cheerless grate\n Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;\n Which done, she rose, and from her form\n Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,\n And laid her soil’d gloves by, untied\n Her hat and let the damp hair fall,\n And, last, she sat down by my side\n And call’d me. When no voice replied,\n She put my arm about her waist,\n And made her smooth white shoulder bare,\n And all her yellow hair displaced,\n And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,\n And spread, o’er all, her yellow hair,\n Murmuring how she loved me—she\n Too weak, for all her heart’s endeavour,\n To set its struggling passion free\n From pride, and vainer ties dissever,\n And give herself to me for ever.\n But passion sometimes would prevail,\n Nor could to-night’s gay feast restrain\n A sudden thought of one so pale\n For love of her, and all in vain:\n So, she was come through wind and rain.\n Be sure I look’d up at her eyes\n Happy and proud; at last I knew\n Porphyria worshipp’d me; surprise\n Made my heart swell, and still it grew\n While I debated what to do.\n That moment she was mine, mine, fair,\n Perfectly pure and good: I found\n A thing to do, and all her hair\n In one long yellow string I wound\n Three times her little throat around,\n And strangled her. No pain felt she;\n I am quite sure she felt no pain.\n As a shut bud that holds a bee,\n I warily oped her lids: again\n Laugh’d the blue eyes without a stain.\n And I untighten’d next the tress\n About her neck; her cheek once more\n Blush’d bright beneath my burning kiss:\n I propp’d her head up as before,\n Only, this time my shoulder bore\n Her head, which droops upon it still:\n The smiling rosy little head,\n So glad it has its utmost will,\n That all it scorn’d at once is fled,\n And I, its love, am gain’d instead!\n Porphyria’s love: she guess’d not how\n Her darling one wish would be heard.\n And thus we sit together now,\n And all night long we have not stirr’d,\n And yet God has not said a word!","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_720","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"720","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1812-1889"},{"id":"oxford-721","title":"Song","poet":"Robert Browning","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"NAY but you, who do not love her,\n Is she not pure gold, my mistress?\n Holds earth aught—speak truth—above her?\n Aught like this tress, see, and this tress,\n And this last fairest tress of all,\n So fair, see, ere I let it fall?\n\nBecause, you spend your lives in praising;\n To praise, you search the wide world over:\n Then why not witness, calmly gazing,\n If earth holds aught—speak truth—above her?\n Above this tress, and this, I touch\n But cannot praise, I love so much!","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_721","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"721","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1812-1889"},{"id":"oxford-722","title":"Earl Mertoun’s Song","poet":"Robert Browning","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THERE’s a woman like a dewdrop, she’s so purer than the purest;\n And her noble heart’s the noblest, yes, and her sure faith’s the surest:\n And her eyes are dark and humid, like the depth on depth of lustre\n Hid i’ the harebell, while her tresses, sunnier than the wild-grape cluster,\n Gush in golden-tinted plenty down her neck’s rose-misted marble:\n Then her voice’s music ... call it the well’s bubbling, the bird’s warble!\n\nAnd this woman says, ‘My days were sunless and my nights were moonless,\n Parch’d the pleasant April herbage, and the lark’s heart’s outbreak tuneless,\n If you loved me not!’ And I who (ah, for words of flame!) adore her,\n Who am mad to lay my spirit prostrate palpably before her—\n I may enter at her portal soon, as now her lattice takes me,\n And by noontide as by midnight make her mine, as hers she makes me!","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_722","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"722","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1812-1889"},{"id":"oxford-723","title":"In a Gondola","poet":"Robert Browning","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE moth’s kiss, first!\n Kiss me as if you made me believe\n You were not sure, this eve,\n How my face, your flower, had pursed\n Its petals up; so, here and there\n You brush it, till I grow aware\n Who wants me, and wide ope I burst.\n\nThe bee’s kiss, now!\n Kiss me as if you enter’d gay\n My heart at some noonday,\n A bud that dares not disallow\n The claim, so all is render’d up,\n And passively its shatter’d cup\n Over your head to sleep I bow.","themes":["love","nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_723","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"723","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1812-1889"},{"id":"oxford-724","title":"Meeting at Night","poet":"Robert Browning","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE gray sea and the long black land;\n And the yellow half-moon large and low;\n And the startled little waves that leap\n In fiery ringlets from their sleep,\n As I gain the cove with pushing prow,\n And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.\n\nThen a mile of warm sea-scented beach;\n Three fields to cross till a farm appears;\n A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch\n And blue spurt of a lighted match,\n And a voice less loud, thro’ its joys and fears,\n Than the two hearts beating each to each!","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_724","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"724","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1812-1889"},{"id":"oxford-725","title":"Parting at Morning","poet":"Robert Browning","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ROUND the cape of a sudden came the sea,\n And the sun look’d over the mountain’s rim\n And straight was a path of gold for him,\n And the need of a world of men for me.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_725","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"725","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1812-1889"},{"id":"oxford-726","title":"The Lost Mistress","poet":"Robert Browning","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ALL’s over, then: does truth sound bitter\n As one at first believes?\n Hark, ’tis the sparrows’ good-night twitter\n About your cottage eaves!\n\nAnd the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly,\n I noticed that, to-day;\n One day more bursts them open fully\n —You know the red turns gray.\n\nTo-morrow we meet the same then, dearest?\n May I take your hand in mine?\n Mere friends are we,—well, friends the merest\n Keep much that I resign:\n\nFor each glance of the eye so bright and black,\n Though I keep with heart’s endeavour,—\n Your voice, when you wish the snowdrops back,\n Though it stay in my soul for ever!—\n\nYet I will but say what mere friends say,\n Or only a thought stronger;\n I will hold your hand but as long as all may,\n Or so very little longer!","themes":["love","spirituality","night","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_726","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"726","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1812-1889"},{"id":"oxford-727","title":"The Last Ride together","poet":"Robert Browning","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I SAID—Then, dearest, since ’tis so,\n Since now at length my fate I know,\n Since nothing all my love avails,\n Since all, my life seem’d meant for, fails,\n Since this was written and needs must be—\n My whole heart rises up to bless\n Your name in pride and thankfulness!\n Take back the hope you gave,—I claim\n Only a memory of the same,\n —And this beside, if you will not blame;\n Your leave for one more last ride with me.\n\nMy mistress bent that brow of hers,\n Those deep dark eyes where pride demurs\n When pity would be softening through,\n Fix’d me a breathing-while or two\n With life or death in the balance: right!\n The blood replenish’d me again;\n My last thought was at least not vain:\n I and my mistress, side by side\n Shall be together, breathe and ride,\n So, one day more am I deified.\n Who knows but the world may end to-night?\n\nHush! if you saw some western cloud\n All billowy-bosom’d, over-bow’d\n By many benedictions—sun’s\n And moon’s and evening-star’s at once—\n And so, you, looking and loving best,\n Conscious grew, your passion drew\n Cloud, sunset, moonrise, star-shine too,\n Down on you, near and yet more near,\n Till flesh must fade for heaven was here!—\n Thus leant she and linger’d—joy and fear!\n Thus lay she a moment on my breast.\n\nThen we began to ride. My soul\n Smooth’d itself out, a long-cramp’d scroll\n Freshening and fluttering in the wind.\n Past hopes already lay behind.\n What need to strive with a life awry?\n Had I said that, had I done this,\n So might I gain, so might I miss.\n Might she have loved me? just as well\n She might have hated, who can tell!\n Where had I been now if the worst befell?\n And here we are riding, she and I.\n\nFail I alone, in words and deeds?\n Why, all men strive and who succeeds?\n We rode; it seem’d my spirit flew,\n Saw other regions, cities new,\n As the world rush’d by on either side.\n I thought,—All labour, yet no less\n Bear up beneath their unsuccess.\n Look at the end of work, contrast\n The petty done, the undone vast,\n This present of theirs with the hopeful past!\n I hoped she would love me; here we ride.\n\nWhat hand and brain went ever pair’d?\n What heart alike conceived and dared?\n What act proved all its thought had been?\n What will but felt the fleshly screen?\n We ride and I see her bosom heave.\n There’s many a crown for who can reach.\n Ten lines, a statesman’s life in each!\n The flag stuck on a heap of bones,\n A soldier’s doing! what atones?\n They scratch his name on the Abbey-stones.\n My riding is better, by their leave.\n\nWhat does it all mean, poet? Well,\n Your brains beat into rhythm, you tell\n What we felt only; you express’d\n You hold things beautiful the best,\n And pace them in rhyme so, side by side.\n ’Tis something, nay ’tis much: but then,\n Have you yourself what’s best for men?\n Are you—poor, sick, old ere your time—\n Nearer one whit your own sublime\n Than we who never have turn’d a rhyme?\n Sing, riding’s a joy! For me, I ride.\n\nAnd you, great sculptor—so, you gave\n A score of years to Art, her slave,\n And that’s your Venus, whence we turn\n To yonder girl that fords the burn!\n You acquiesce, and shall I repine?\n What, man of music, you grown gray\n With notes and nothing else to say,\n Is this your sole praise from a friend,\n ‘Greatly his opera’s strains intend,\n But in music we know how fashions end!’\n I gave my youth: but we ride, in fine.\n\nWho knows what’s fit for us? Had fate\n Proposed bliss here should sublimate\n My being—had I sign’d the bond—\n Still one must lead some life beyond,\n Have a bliss to die with, dim-descried.\n This foot once planted on the goal,\n This glory-garland round my soul,\n Could I descry such? Try and test!\n I sink back shuddering from the quest.\n Earth being so good, would heaven seem best?\n Now, heaven and she are beyond this ride.\n\nAnd yet—she has not spoke so long!\n What if heaven be that, fair and strong\n At life’s best, with our eyes upturn’d\n Whither life’s flower is first discern’d,\n We, fix’d so, ever should so abide?\n What if we still ride on, we two\n With life for ever old yet new,\n Changed not in kind but in degree,\n The instant made eternity,—\n And heaven just prove that I and she\n Ride, ride together, for ever ride?","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_727","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"727","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1812-1889"},{"id":"oxford-728","title":"Misconceptions","poet":"Robert Browning","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THIS is a spray the Bird clung to,\n Making it blossom with pleasure,\n Ere the high tree-top she sprung to,\n Fit for her nest and her treasure.\n O, what a hope beyond measure\n Was the poor spray’s, which the flying feet hung to,—\n So to be singled out, built in, and sung to!\n\nThis is a heart the Queen leant on,\n Thrill’d in a minute erratic,\n Ere the true bosom she bent on,\n Meet for love’s regal dalmatic.\n O, what a fancy ecstatic\n Was the poor heart’s, ere the wanderer went on—\n Love to be saved for it, proffer’d to, spent on!","themes":["love","nature","hope"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_728","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"728","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1812-1889"},{"id":"oxford-729","title":"Home-thoughts, from Abroad","poet":"Robert Browning","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O TO be in England\n Now that April’s there,\n And whoever wakes in England\n Sees, some morning, unaware,\n That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf\n Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,\n While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough\n In England—now!\n\nAnd after April, when May follows,\n And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!\n Hark, where my blossom’d pear-tree in the hedge\n Leans to the field and scatters on the clover\n Blossoms and dewdrops—at the bent spray’s edge—\n That’s the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,\n Lest you should think he never could recapture\n The first fine careless rapture!\n And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,\n All will be gay when noontide wakes anew\n The buttercups, the little children’s dower\n —Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!","themes":["nature","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_729","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"729","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1812-1889"},{"id":"oxford-730","title":"Home-thoughts, from the Sea","poet":"Robert Browning","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"NOBLY, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away;\n Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay;\n Bluish ’mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay;\n In the dimmest North-east distance dawn’d Gibraltar grand and gray;\n ‘Here and here did England help me: how can I help England?’—say,\n Whoso turns as I, this evening, turn to God to praise and pray,\n While Jove’s planet rises yonder, silent over Africa.","themes":["hope","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_730","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"730","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1812-1889"},{"id":"oxford-731","title":"The Witch’s Ballad","poet":"William Bell Scott","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O I hae come from far away,\n From a warm land far away,\n A southern land across the sea,\n With sailor-lads about the mast,\n Merry and canny, and kind to me.\n\nAnd I hae been to yon town\n To try my luck in yon town;\n Nort, and Mysie, Elspie too.\n Right braw we were to pass the gate,\n Wi’ gowden clasps on girdles blue.\n\nMysie smiled wi’ miminy mouth,\n Innocent mouth, miminy mouth;\n\nELSPIE wore a scarlet gown,\n Nort’s grey eyes were unco’ gleg.\n My Castile comb was like a crown.\n\nWe walk’d abreast all up the street,\n Into the market up the street;\n Our hair with marigolds was wound,\n Our bodices with love-knots laced,\n Our merchandise with tansy bound.\n\nNort had chickens, I had cocks,\n Gamesome cocks, loud-crowing cocks;\n Mysie ducks, and Elspie drakes,—\n For a wee groat or a pound;\n We lost nae time wi’ gives and takes.\n\n—Lost nae time, for well we knew,\n In our sleeves full well we knew,\n When the gloaming came that night,\n Duck nor drake, nor hen nor cock\n Would be found by candle-light.\n\nAnd when our chaffering all was done,\n All was paid for, sold and done,\n We drew a glove on ilka hand,\n We sweetly curtsied, each to each,\n And deftly danced a saraband.\n\nThe market-lassies look’d and laugh’d,\n Left their gear, and look’d and laugh’d;\n They made as they would join the game,\n But soon their mithers, wild and wud,\n With whack and screech they stopp’d the same.\n\nSae loud the tongues o’ randies grew,\n The flytin’ and the skirlin’ grew,\n At all the windows in the place,\n Wi’ spoons or knives, wi’ needle or awl,\n Was thrust out every hand and face.\n\nAnd down each stair they throng’d anon,\n Gentle, semple, throng’d anon:\n Souter and tailor, frowsy Nan,\n The ancient widow young again,\n Simpering behind her fan.\n\nWithout a choice, against their will,\n Doited, dazed, against their will,\n The market lassie and her mither,\n The farmer and his husbandman,\n Hand in hand dance a’ thegither.\n\nSlow at first, but faster soon,\n Still increasing, wild and fast,\n Hoods and mantles, hats and hose,\n Blindly doff’d and cast away,\n Left them naked, heads and toes.\n\nThey would have torn us limb from limb,\n Dainty limb from dainty limb;\n But never one of them could win\n Across the line that I had drawn\n With bleeding thumb a-widdershin.\n\nBut there was Jeff the provost’s son,\n Jeff the provost’s only son;\n\nTHERE was Father Auld himsel’,\n The Lombard frae the hostelry,\n And the lawyer Peter Fell.\n\nAll goodly men we singled out,\n Waled them well, and singled out,\n And drew them by the left hand in;\n Mysie the priest, and Elspie won\n The Lombard, Nort the lawyer carle,\n I mysel’ the provost’s son.\n\nThen, with cantrip kisses seven,\n Three times round with kisses seven,\n Warp’d and woven there spun we\n Arms and legs and flaming hair,\n Like a whirlwind on the sea.\n\nLike a wind that sucks the sea,\n Over and in and on the sea,\n Good sooth it was a mad delight;\n And every man of all the four\n Shut his eyes and laugh’d outright.\n\nLaugh’d as long as they had breath,\n Laugh’d while they had sense or breath;\n And close about us coil’d a mist\n Of gnats and midges, wasps and flies,\n Like the whirlwind shaft it rist.\n\nDrawn up I was right off my feet,\n Into the mist and off my feet;\n And, dancing on each chimney-top,\n I saw a thousand darling imps\n Keeping time with skip and hop.\n\nAND on the provost’s brave ridge-tile,\n On the provost’s grand ridge-tile,\n The Blackamoor first to master me\n I saw, I saw that winsome smile,\n The mouth that did my heart beguile,\n And spoke the great Word over me,\n In the land beyond the sea.\n\nI call’d his name, I call’d aloud,\n Alas! I call’d on him aloud;\n And then he fill’d his hand with stour,\n And threw it towards me in the air;\n My mouse flew out, I lost my pow’r!\n\nMy lusty strength, my power were gone;\n Power was gone, and all was gone.\n He will not let me love him more!\n Of bell and whip and horse’s tail\n He cares not if I find a store.\n\nBut I am proud if he is fierce!\n I am as proud as he is fierce;\n I’ll turn about and backward go,\n If I meet again that Blackamoor,\n And he’ll help us then, for he shall know\n I seek another paramour.\n\nAnd we’ll gang once more to yon town,\n Wi’ better luck to yon town;\n We’ll walk in silk and cramoisie,\n And I shall wed the provost’s son\n My lady of the town I’ll be!\n\nFOR I was born a crown’d king’s child,\n Born and nursed a king’s child,\n King o’ a land ayont the sea,\n Where the Blackamoor kiss’d me first,\n And taught me art and glamourie.\n\nEach one in her wame shall hide\n Her hairy mouse, her wary mouse.\n Fed on madwort and agramie,—\n Wear amber beads between her breasts,\n And blind-worm’s skin about her knee.\n\nThe Lombard shall be Elspie’s man,\n Elspie’s gowden husband-man;\n Nort shall take the lawyer’s hand;\n The priest shall swear another vow:\n We’ll dance again the saraband!","themes":["love","hope","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_731","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"731","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1812-1890"},{"id":"oxford-732","title":"Serenade","poet":"Aubrey De Vere","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SOFTLY, O midnight Hours!\n Move softly o’er the bowers\n Where lies in happy sleep a girl so fair!\n For ye have power, men say,\n Our hearts in sleep to sway,\n And cage cold fancies in a moonlight snare.\n Round ivory neck and arm\n Enclasp a separate charm;\n Hang o’er her poised, but breathe nor sigh nor prayer\n Silently ye may smile,\n But hold your breath the while,\n And let the wind sweep back your cloudy hair!\n Bend down your glittering urns,\n Ere yet the dawn returns,\n And star with dew the lawn her feet shall tread;\n Upon the air rain balm,\n Bid all the woods be calm,\n Ambrosial dreams with healthful slumbers wed;\n That so the Maiden may\n With smiles your care repay,\n When from her couch she lifts her golden head;\n Waking with earliest birds,\n Ere yet the misty herds\n Leave warm ’mid the gray grass their dusky bed.","themes":["nature","hope","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_732","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"732","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1814-1902"},{"id":"oxford-733","title":"Sorrow","poet":"Aubrey De Vere","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"COUNT each affliction, whether light or grave,\n God’s messenger sent down to thee; do thou\n With courtesy receive him; rise and bow;\n And, ere his shadow pass thy threshold, crave\n Permission first his heavenly feet to lave;\n Then lay before him all thou hast; allow\n No cloud of passion to usurp thy brow,\n Or mar thy hospitality; no wave\n Of mortal tumult to obliterate\n The soul’s marmoreal calmness: Grief should be,\n Like joy, majestic, equable, sedate;\n Confirming, cleansing, raising, making free;\n Strong to consume small troubles; to commend\n Great thoughts, grave thoughts, thoughts lasting to the end.","themes":["grief","spirituality","death","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_733","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"733","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1814-1902"},{"id":"oxford-735","title":"My Lady’s Grave","poet":"Emily Brontë","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE linnet in the rocky dells,\n The moor-lark in the air,\n The bee among the heather bells\n That hide my lady fair:\n\nThe wild deer browse above her breast;\n The wild birds raise their brood;\n And they, her smiles of love caress’d,\n Have left her solitude!\n\nI ween that when the grave’s dark wall\n Did first her form retain,\n They thought their hearts could ne’er recall\n The light of joy again.\n\nThey thought the tide of grief would flow\n Uncheck’d through future years;\n But where is all their anguish now,\n And where are all their tears?\n\nWell, let them fight for honour’s breath,\n Or pleasure’s shade pursue—\n The dweller in the land of death\n Is changed and careless too.\n\nAnd if their eyes should watch and weep\n Till sorrow’s source were dry,\n She would not, in her tranquil sleep,\n Return a single sigh!\n\nBlow, west wind, by the lonely mound:\n And murmur, summer streams!\n There is no need of other sound\n To soothe my lady’s dreams.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_735","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"735","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1818-1848"},{"id":"oxford-736","title":"Remembrance","poet":"Emily Brontë","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"COLD in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee,\n Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!\n Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,\n Sever’d at last by Time’s all-severing wave?\n\nNow, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover\n Over the mountains, on that northern shore,\n Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover\n Thy noble heart for ever, ever more?\n\nCold in the earth—and fifteen wild Decembers\n From those brown hills have melted into spring:\n Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers\n After such years of change and suffering!\n\nSweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee,\n While the world’s tide is bearing me along;\n Other desires and other hopes beset me,\n Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!\n\nNo later light has lighten’d up my heaven,\n No second morn has ever shone for me;\n All my life’s bliss from thy dear life was given,\n All my life’s bliss is in the grave with thee.\n\nBut when the days of golden dreams had perish’d,\n And even Despair was powerless to destroy;\n Then did I learn how existence could be cherish’d,\n Strengthen’d and fed without the aid of joy.\n\nThen did I check the tears of useless passion—\n Wean’d my young soul from yearning after thine;\n Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten\n Down to that tomb already more than mine.\n\nAnd, even yet, I dare not let it languish,\n Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain;\n Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,\n How could I seek the empty world again?","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_736","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"736","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1818-1848"},{"id":"oxford-737","title":"The Prisoner","poet":"Emily Brontë","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"STILL let my tyrants know, I am not doom’d to wear\n Year after year in gloom and desolate despair;\n A messenger of Hope comes every night to me,\n And offers for short life, eternal liberty.\n\nHe comes with Western winds, with evening’s wandering airs,\n With that clear dusk of heaven that brings the thickest stars:\n Winds take a pensive tone, and stars a tender fire,\n And visions rise, and change, that kill me with desire.\n\nDesire for nothing known in my maturer years,\n When Joy grew mad with awe, at counting future tears:\n When, if my spirit’s sky was full of flashes warm,\n I knew not whence they came, from sun or thunder-storm.\n\nBut first, a hush of peace—a soundless calm descends;\n The struggle of distress and fierce impatience ends.\n Mute music soothes my breast—unutter’d harmony\n That I could never dream, till Earth was lost to me.\n\nThen dawns the Invisible; the Unseen its truth reveals;\n My outward sense is gone, my inward essence feels;\n Its wings are almost free—its home, its harbour found,\n Measuring the gulf, it stoops, and dares the final bound.\n\nO dreadful is the check—intense the agony—\n When the ear begins to hear, and the eye begins to see;\n When the pulse begins to throb—the brain to think again—\n The soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the chain.\n\nYet I would lose no sting, would wish no torture less;\n The more that anguish racks, the earlier it will bless;\n And robed in fires of hell, or bright with heavenly shine,\n If it but herald Death, the vision is divine.","themes":["hope","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_737","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"737","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1818-1848"},{"id":"oxford-738","title":"Last Lines","poet":"Emily Brontë","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"NO coward soul is mine,\n No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere:\n I see Heaven’s glories shine,\n And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.\n\nO God within my breast,\n Almighty, ever-present Deity!\n Life—that in me has rest,\n As I—undying Life—have power in Thee!\n\nVain are the thousand creeds\n That move men’s hearts: unutterably vain;\n Worthless as wither’d weeds,\n Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,\n\nTo waken doubt in one\n Holding so fast by Thine infinity;\n So surely anchor’d on\n The steadfast rock of immortality.\n\nWith wide-embracing love\n Thy Spirit animates eternal years,\n Pervades and broods above,\n Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.\n\nThough earth and man were gone,\n And suns and universes cease to be,\n And Thou were left alone,\n Every existence would exist in Thee.\n\nThere is not room for Death,\n Nor atom that his might could render void:\n Thou—Thou art Being and Breath,\n And what Thou art may never be destroyed.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_738","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"738","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1818-1848"},{"id":"oxford-739","title":"Airly Beacon","poet":"Charles Kingsley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"AIRLY Beacon, Airly Beacon;\n O the pleasant sight to see\n Shires and towns from Airly Beacon,\n While my love climb’d up to me!\n\nAirly Beacon, Airly Beacon;\n O the happy hours we lay\n Deep in fern on Airly Beacon,\n Courting through the summer’s day!\n\nAirly Beacon, Airly Beacon;\n O the weary haunt for me,\n All alone on Airly Beacon,\n With his baby on my knee!","themes":["love","nature","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_739","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"739","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1819-1875"},{"id":"oxford-740","title":"The Sands of Dee","poet":"Charles Kingsley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"‘O MARY, go and call the cattle home,\n And call the cattle home,\n And call the cattle home,\n Across the sands of Dee.’\n The western wind was wild and dark with foam,\n And all alone went she.\n\nThe western tide crept up along the sand,\n And o’er and o’er the sand,\n And round and round the sand,\n As far as eye could see.\n The rolling mist came down and hid the land:\n And never home came she.\n\n‘O is it weed, or fish, or floating hair—\n A tress of golden hair,\n A drownèd maiden’s hair,\n Above the nets at sea?’\n Was never salmon yet that shone so fair\n Among the stakes of Dee.\n\nThey row’d her in across the rolling foam,\n The cruel crawling foam,\n The cruel hungry foam,\n To her grave beside the sea.\n But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home,\n Across the sands of Dee.","themes":["loneliness","death","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_740","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"740","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1819-1875"},{"id":"oxford-741","title":"Say not the Struggle Naught availeth","poet":"Arthur Hugh Clough","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SAY not the struggle naught availeth,\n The labour and the wounds are vain,\n The enemy faints not, nor faileth,\n And as things have been they remain.\n\nIf hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;\n It may be, in yon smoke conceal’d,\n Your comrades chase e’en now the fliers,\n And, but for you, possess the field.\n\nFor while the tired waves, vainly breaking,\n Seem here no painful inch to gain,\n Far back, through creeks and inlets making,\n Comes silent, flooding in, the main.\n\nAnd not by eastern windows only,\n When daylight comes, comes in the light;\n In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly!\n But westward, look, the land is bright!","themes":["hope"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_741","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"741","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1819-1861"},{"id":"oxford-744","title":"Trust Thou Thy Love","poet":"John Ruskin","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"TRUST thou thy Love: if she be proud, is she not sweet?\n Trust thou thy Love: if she be mute, is she not pure?\n Lay thou thy soul full in her hands, low at her feet;\n Fail, Sun and Breath!—yet, for thy peace, She shall endure.","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_744","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"744","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1819-1900"},{"id":"oxford-745","title":"When the World is burning","poet":"Ebenezer Jones","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHEN the world is burning,\n Fired within, yet turning\n Round with face unscathed;\n Ere fierce flames, uprushing,\n O’er all lands leap, crushing,\n Till earth fall, fire-swathed;\n Up amidst the meadows,\n Gently through the shadows,\n Gentle flames will glide,\n Small, and blue, and golden.\n Though by bard beholden,\n When in calm dreams folden,—\n Calm his dreams will bide.\n\nWhere the dance is sweeping,\n Through the greensward peeping,\n Shall the soft lights start;\n Laughing maids, unstaying,\n Deeming it trick-playing,\n High their robes upswaying,\n O’er the lights shall dart;\n And the woodland haunter\n Shall not cease to saunter\n When, far down some glade,\n Of the great world’s burning,\n One soft flame upturning\n Seems, to his discerning,\n Crocus in the shade.","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_745","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"745","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1820-1860"},{"id":"oxford-746","title":"At Her Window","poet":"Frederick Locker-Lampson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"BEATING Heart! we come again\n Where my Love reposes:\n This is Mabel’s window-pane;\n These are Mabel’s roses.\n\nIs she nested? Does she kneel\n In the twilight stilly,\n Lily clad from throat to heel,\n She, my virgin Lily?\n\nSoon the wan, the wistful stars,\n Fading, will forsake her;\n Elves of light, on beamy bars,\n Whisper then, and wake her.\n\nLet this friendly pebble plead\n At her flowery grating;\n If she hear me will she heed?\n Mabel, I am waiting.\n\nMabel will be deck’d anon,\n Zoned in bride’s apparel;\n Happy zone! O hark to yon\n Passion-shaken carol!\n\nSing thy song, thou trancèd thrush,\n Pipe thy best, thy clearest;—\n Hush, her lattice moves, O hush—\n Dearest Mabel!—dearest ...","themes":["love","nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_746","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"746","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1821-1895"},{"id":"oxford-747","title":"The Forsaken Merman","poet":"Matthew Arnold","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"COME, dear children, let us away;\n Down and away below.\n Now my brothers call from the bay;\n Now the great winds shoreward blow;\n Now the salt tides seaward flow;\n Now the wild white horses play,\n Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.\n Children dear, let us away.\n This way, this way!\n\nCall her once before you go.\n Call once yet.\n In a voice that she will know:\n ‘Margaret! Margaret!’\n Children’s voices should be dear\n (Call once more) to a mother’s ear;\n Children’s voices, wild with pain.\n Surely she will come again.\n Call her once and come away.\n This way, this way!\n ‘Mother dear, we cannot stay.’\n The wild white horses foam and fret.\n Margaret! Margaret!\n\nCome, dear children, come away down.\n Call no more.\n One last look at the white-wall’d town,\n And the little grey church on the windy shore.\n Then come down.\n She will not come though you call all day.\n Come away, come away.\n Children dear, was it yesterday\n We heard the sweet bells over the bay?\n In the caverns where we lay,\n Through the surf and through the swell,\n The far-off sound of a silver bell?\n Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep,\n Where the winds are all asleep;\n Where the spent lights quiver and gleam;\n Where the salt weed sways in the stream;\n Where the sea-beasts, ranged all round,\n Feed in the ooze of their pasture-ground;\n Where the sea-snakes coil and twine,\n Dry their mail, and bask in the brine;\n Where great whales come sailing by,\n Sail and sail, with unshut eye,\n Round the world for ever and aye?\n When did music come this way?\n Children dear, was it yesterday?\n\nChildren dear, was it yesterday\n (Call yet once) that she went away?\n Once she sate with you and me,\n On a red gold throne in the heart of the sea,\n And the youngest sate on her knee.\n She comb’d its bright hair, and she tended it well,\n When down swung the sound of the far-off bell.\n She sigh’d, she look’d up through the clear green sea.\n She said, ‘I must go, for my kinsfolk pray\n In the little grey church on the shore to-day.\n ’Twill be Easter-time in the world—ah me!\n And I lose my poor soul, Merman, here with thee.’\n I said, ‘Go up, dear heart, through the waves.\n Say thy prayer, and come back to the kind sea-caves.’\n She smiled, she went up through the surf in the bay.\n Children dear, was it yesterday?\n\nChildren dear, were we long alone?\n ‘The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan.\n Long prayers,’ I said, ‘in the world they say.\n Come,’ I said, and we rose through the surf in the bay.\n We went up the beach, by the sandy down\n Where the sea-stocks bloom, to the white-wall’d town.\n Through the narrow paved streets, where all was still,\n To the little grey church on the windy hill.\n From the church came a murmur of folk at their prayers,\n But we stood without in the cold-blowing airs.\n We climb’d on the graves, on the stones worn with rains,\n And we gazed up the aisle through the small leaded panes.\n She sate by the pillar; we saw her clear:\n ‘Margaret, hist! come quick, we are here.\n Dear heart,’ I said, ‘we are long alone.\n The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan.’\n But, ah! she gave me never a look,\n For her eyes were seal’d to the holy book.\n Loud prays the priest; shut stands the door.\n Come away, children, call no more.\n Come away, come down, call no more.\n\nDown, down, down;\n Down to the depths of the sea.\n She sits at her wheel in the humming town,\n Singing most joyfully.\n Hark what she sings: ‘O joy, O joy,\n For the humming street, and the child with its toy.\n For the priest, and the bell, and the holy well.\n For the wheel where I spun,\n And the blessed light of the sun.’\n And so she sings her fill,\n Singing most joyfully,\n Till the shuttle falls from her hand,\n And the whizzing wheel stands still.\n She steals to the window, and looks at the sand;\n And over the sand at the sea;\n And her eyes are set in a stare;\n And anon there breaks a sigh,\n And anon there drops a tear,\n From a sorrow-clouded eye,\n And a heart sorrow-laden,\n A long, long sigh\n For the cold strange eyes of a little Mermaiden,\n And the gleam of her golden hair.\n\nCome away, away, children.\n Come children, come down.\n The hoarse wind blows colder;\n Lights shine in the town.\n She will start from her slumber\n When gusts shake the door;\n She will hear the winds howling,\n Will hear the waves roar.\n We shall see, while above us\n The waves roar and whirl,\n A ceiling of amber,\n A pavement of pearl.\n Singing, ‘Here came a mortal,\n But faithless was she:\n And alone dwell for ever\n The kings of the sea.’\n\nBut, children, at midnight,\n When soft the winds blow;\n When clear falls the moonlight;\n When spring-tides are low:\n When sweet airs come seaward\n From heaths starr’d with broom;\n And high rocks throw mildly\n On the blanch’d sands a gloom:\n Up the still, glistening beaches,\n Up the creeks we will hie;\n Over banks of bright seaweed\n The ebb-tide leaves dry.\n We will gaze, from the sand-hills,\n At the white, sleeping town;\n At the church on the hill-side—\n And then come back down.\n Singing, ‘There dwells a loved one,\n But cruel is she.\n She left lonely for ever\n The kings of the sea.’","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_747","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"747","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1822-1888"},{"id":"oxford-748","title":"The Song of Callicles","poet":"Matthew Arnold","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts,\n Thick breaks the red flame.\n All Etna heaves fiercely\n Her forest-clothed frame.\n\nNot here, O Apollo!\n Are haunts meet for thee.\n But, where Helicon breaks down\n In cliff to the sea.\n\nWhere the moon-silver’d inlets\n Send far their light voice\n Up the still vale of Thisbe,\n O speed, and rejoice!\n\nOn the sward at the cliff-top,\n Lie strewn the white flocks;\n On the cliff-side, the pigeons\n Roost deep in the rocks.\n\nIn the moonlight the shepherds,\n Soft lull’d by the rills,\n Lie wrapt in their blankets,\n Asleep on the hills.\n\n—What forms are these coming\n So white through the gloom?\n What garments out-glistening\n The gold-flower’d broom?\n\nWhat sweet-breathing Presence\n Out-perfumes the thyme?\n What voices enrapture\n The night’s balmy prime?—\n\n’Tis Apollo comes leading\n His choir, The Nine.\n —The Leader is fairest,\n But all are divine.\n\nThey are lost in the hollows.\n They stream up again.\n What seeks on this mountain\n The glorified train?—\n\nThey bathe on this mountain,\n In the spring by their road.\n Then on to Olympus,\n Their endless abode.\n\n—Whose praise do they mention\n Of what is it told?—\n What will be for ever.\n What was from of old.\n\nFirst hymn they the Father\n Of all things: and then,\n The rest of Immortals,\n The action of men.\n\nThe Day in his hotness,\n The strife with the palm;\n The Night in her silence,\n The Stars in their calm.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_748","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"748","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1822-1888"},{"id":"oxford-749","title":"To Marguerite","poet":"Matthew Arnold","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"YES: in the sea of life enisled,\n With echoing straits between us thrown.\n Dotting the shoreless watery wild,\n We mortal millions live alone.\n The islands feel the enclasping flow,\n And then their endless bounds they know.\n\nBut when the moon their hollows lights,\n And they are swept by balms of spring,\n And in their glens, on starry nights,\n The nightingales divinely sing;\n And lovely notes, from shore to shore,\n Across the sounds and channels pour;\n\nO then a longing like despair\n Is to their farthest caverns sent!\n For surely once, they feel, we were\n Parts of a single continent.\n Now round us spreads the watery plain—\n O might our marges meet again!\n\nWho order’d that their longing’s fire\n Should be, as soon as kindled, cool’d?\n Who renders vain their deep desire?—\n A God, a God their severance ruled;\n And bade betwixt their shores to be\n The unplumb’d, salt, estranging sea.","themes":["nature","spirituality","loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_749","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"749","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1822-1888"},{"id":"oxford-750","title":"Requiescat","poet":"Matthew Arnold","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"STREW on her roses, roses,\n And never a spray of yew.\n In quiet she reposes:\n Ah! would that I did too.\n\nHer mirth the world required:\n She bathed it in smiles of glee.\n But her heart was tired, tired,\n And now they let her be.\n\nHer life was turning, turning,\n In mazes of heat and sound.\n But for peace her soul was yearning,\n And now peace laps her round.\n\nHer cabin’d, ample Spirit,\n It flutter’d and fail’d for breath.\n To-night it doth inherit\n The vasty hall of Death.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_750","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"750","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1822-1888"},{"id":"oxford-751","title":"The Scholar-Gipsy","poet":"Matthew Arnold","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"GO, for they call you, Shepherd, from the hill;\n Go, Shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes:\n No longer leave thy wistful flock unfed,\n Nor let thy bawling fellows rack their throats,\n Nor the cropp’d grasses shoot another head.\n But when the fields are still,\n And the tired men and dogs all gone to rest,\n And only the white sheep are sometimes seen\n Cross and recross the strips of moon-blanch’d green;\n Come, Shepherd, and again begin the quest.\n\nHere, where the reaper was at work of late,\n In this high field’s dark corner, where he leaves\n His coat, his basket, and his earthen cruise,\n And in the sun all morning binds the sheaves,\n Then here, at noon, comes back his stores to use;\n Here will I sit and wait,\n While to my ear from uplands far away\n The bleating of the folded flocks is borne,\n With distant cries of reapers in the corn—\n All the live murmur of a summer’s day.\n\nScreen’d is this nook o’er the high, half-reap’d field,\n And here till sundown, Shepherd, will I be.\n Through the thick corn the scarlet poppies peep,\n And round green roots and yellowing stalks I see\n Pale blue convolvulus in tendrils creep:\n And air-swept lindens yield\n Their scent, and rustle down their perfumed showers\n Of bloom on the bent grass where I am laid,\n And bower me from the August sun with shade;\n And the eye travels down to Oxford’s towers:\n\nAnd near me on the grass lies Glanvil’s book—\n Come, let me read the oft-read tale again:\n The story of that Oxford scholar poor,\n Of pregnant parts and quick inventive brain,\n Who, tired of knocking at Preferment’s door,\n One summer morn forsook\n His friends, and went to learn the Gipsy lore,\n And roam’d the world with that wild brotherhood,\n And came, as most men deem’d, to little good,\n But came to Oxford and his friends no more.\n\nBut once, years after, in the country lanes,\n Two scholars, whom at college erst he knew,\n Met him, and of his way of life inquired.\n Whereat he answer’d that the Gipsy crew,\n His mates, had arts to rule as they desired\n The workings of men’s brains;\n And they can bind them to what thoughts they will:\n ‘And I,’ he said, ‘the secret of their art,\n When fully learn’d, will to the world impart:\n But it needs Heaven-sent moments for this skill!’\n\nThis said, he left them, and return’d no more,\n But rumours hung about the country-side,\n That the lost Scholar long was seen to stray,\n Seen by rare glimpses, pensive and tongue-tied,\n In hat of antique shape, and cloak of grey,\n The same the Gipsies wore.\n Shepherds had met him on the Hurst in spring;\n At some lone alehouse in the Berkshire moors,\n On the warm ingle-bench, the smock-frock’d boors\n Had found him seated at their entering,\n But, ’mid their drink and clatter, he would fly:\n And I myself seem half to know thy looks,\n And put the shepherds, Wanderer, on thy trace;\n And boys who in lone wheatfields scare the rooks\n I ask if thou hast pass’d their quiet place;\n Or in my boat I lie\n Moor’d to the cool bank in the summer heats,\n ‘Mid wide grass meadows which the sunshine fills,\n And watch the warm green-muffled Cumnor hills,\n And wonder if thou haunt’st their shy retreats.\n\nFor most, I know, thou lov’st retirèd ground.\n Thee, at the ferry, Oxford riders blithe,\n Returning home on summer nights, have met\n Crossing the stripling Thames at Bablock-hithe,\n Trailing in the cool stream thy fingers wet,\n As the slow punt swings round:\n And leaning backwards in a pensive dream,\n And fostering in thy lap a heap of flowers\n Pluck’d in shy fields and distant Wychwood bowers,\n And thine eyes resting on the moonlit stream:\n\nAnd then they land, and thou art seen no more.\n Maidens who from the distant hamlets come\n To dance around the Fyfield elm in May,\n Oft through the darkening fields have seen thee roam,\n Or cross a stile into the public way.\n Oft thou hast given them store\n Of flowers—the frail-leaf’d, white anemone—\n Dark bluebells drench’d with dews of summer eves,\n And purple orchises with spotted leaves—\n But none has words she can report of thee.\n\nAnd, above Godstow Bridge, when hay-time’s here\n In June, and many a scythe in sunshine flames,\n Men who through those wide fields of breezy grass\n Where black-wing’d swallows haunt the glittering Thames,\n To bathe in the abandon’d lasher pass,\n Have often pass’d thee near\n Sitting upon the river bank o’ergrown:\n Mark’d thine outlandish garb, thy figure spare,\n Thy dark vague eyes, and soft abstracted air;\n But, when they came from bathing, thou wert gone.\n\nAt some lone homestead in the Cumnor hills,\n Where at her open door the housewife darns,\n Thou hast been seen, or hanging on a gate\n To watch the threshers in the mossy barns.\n Children, who early range these slopes and late\n For cresses from the rills,\n Have known thee watching, all an April day,\n The springing pastures and the feeding kine;\n And mark’d thee, when the stars come out and shine,\n Through the long dewy grass move slow away.\n\nIn autumn, on the skirts of Bagley Wood,\n Where most the Gipsies by the turf-edged way\n Pitch their smoked tents, and every bush you see\n With scarlet patches tagg’d and shreds of gray,\n Above the forest-ground call’d Thessaly—\n The blackbird picking food\n Sees thee, nor stops his meal, nor fears at all;\n So often has he known thee past him stray\n Rapt, twirling in thy hand a wither’d spray,\n And waiting for the spark from Heaven to fall.\n\nAnd once, in winter, on the causeway chill\n Where home through flooded fields foot-travellers go,\n Have I not pass’d thee on the wooden bridge\n Wrapt in thy cloak and battling with the snow,\n Thy face towards Hinksey and its wintry ridge?\n And thou hast climb’d the hill\n And gain’d the white brow of the Cumnor range;\n Turn’d once to watch, while thick the snowflakes fall,\n The line of festal light in Christ Church hall—\n Then sought thy straw in some sequester’d grange.\n\nBut what—I dream! Two hundred years are flown\n Since first thy story ran through Oxford halls,\n And the grave Glanvil did the tale inscribe\n That thou wert wander’d from the studious walls\n To learn strange arts, and join a Gipsy tribe:\n And thou from earth art gone\n Long since, and in some quiet churchyard laid;\n Some country nook, where o’er thy unknown grave\n Tall grasses and white flowering nettles wave—\n Under a dark red-fruited yew-tree’s shade.\n\n—No, no, thou hast not felt the lapse of hours.\n For what wears out the life of mortal men?\n ’Tis that from change to change their being rolls:\n ’Tis that repeated shocks, again, again,\n Exhaust the energy of strongest souls,\n And numb the elastic powers.\n Till having used our nerves with bliss and teen,\n And tired upon a thousand schemes our wit,\n To the just-pausing Genius we remit\n Our worn-out life, and are—what we have been.\n\nThou hast not lived, why shouldst thou perish, so?\n Thou hadst one aim, one business, one desire:\n Else wert thou long since number’d with the dead—\n Else hadst thou spent, like other men, thy fire.\n The generations of thy peers are fled,\n And we ourselves shall go;\n But thou possessest an immortal lot,\n And we imagine thee exempt from age\n And living as thou liv’st on Glanvil’s page,\n Because thou hadst—what we, alas, have not!\n\nFor early didst thou leave the world, with powers\n Fresh, undiverted to the world without,\n Firm to their mark, not spent on other things;\n Free from the sick fatigue, the languid doubt,\n Which much to have tried, in much been baffled, brings.\n O Life unlike to ours!\n Who fluctuate idly without term or scope,\n Of whom each strives, nor knows for what he strives,\n And each half lives a hundred different lives;\n Who wait like thee, but not, like thee, in hope.\n\nThou waitest for the spark from Heaven: and we,\n Vague half-believers of our casual creeds,\n Who never deeply felt, nor clearly will’d,\n Whose insight never has borne fruit in deeds,\n Whose weak resolves never have been fulfill’d;\n For whom each year we see\n Breeds new beginnings, disappointments new;\n Who hesitate and falter life away,\n And lose to-morrow the ground won to-day—\n Ah, do not we, Wanderer, await it too?\n\nYes, we await it, but it still delays,\n And then we suffer; and amongst us One,\n Who most has suffer’d, takes dejectedly\n His seat upon the intellectual throne;\n And all his store of sad experience he\n Lays bare of wretched days;\n Tells us his misery’s birth and growth and signs,\n And how the dying spark of hope was fed,\n And how the breast was soothed, and how the head,\n And all his hourly varied anodynes.\n\nThis for our wisest: and we others pine,\n And wish the long unhappy dream would end,\n And waive all claim to bliss, and try to bear,\n With close-lipp’d Patience for our only friend,\n Sad Patience, too near neighbour to Despair:\n But none has hope like thine.\n Thou through the fields and through the woods dost stray,\n Roaming the country-side, a truant boy,\n Nursing thy project in unclouded joy,\n And every doubt long blown by time away.\n\nO born in days when wits were fresh and clear,\n And life ran gaily as the sparkling Thames;\n Before this strange disease of modern life,\n With its sick hurry, its divided aims,\n Its heads o’ertax’d, its palsied hearts, was rife—\n Fly hence, our contact fear!\n Still fly, plunge deeper in the bowering wood!\n Averse, as Dido did with gesture stern\n From her false friend’s approach in Hades turn,\n Wave us away, and keep thy solitude.\n\nStill nursing the unconquerable hope,\n Still clutching the inviolable shade,\n With a free onward impulse brushing through,\n By night, the silver’d branches of the glade—\n Far on the forest-skirts, where none pursue.\n On some mild pastoral slope\n Emerge, and resting on the moonlit pales,\n Freshen thy flowers, as in former years,\n With dew, or listen with enchanted ears,\n From the dark dingles, to the nightingales.\n\nBut fly our paths, our feverish contact fly!\n For strong the infection of our mental strife,\n Which, though it gives no bliss, yet spoils for rest;\n And we should win thee from thy own fair life,\n Like us distracted, and like us unblest.\n Soon, soon thy cheer would die,\n Thy hopes grow timorous, and unfix’d thy powers,\n And thy clear aims be cross and shifting made:\n And then thy glad perennial youth would fade,\n Fade, and grow old at last, and die like ours.\n\nThen fly our greetings, fly our speech and smiles!\n —As some grave Tyrian trader, from the sea,\n Descried at sunrise an emerging prow\n Lifting the cool-hair’d creepers stealthily,\n The fringes of a southward-facing brow\n Among the Ægean isles;\n And saw the merry Grecian coaster come,\n Freighted with amber grapes, and Chian wine,\n Green bursting figs, and tunnies steep’d in brine;\n And knew the intruders on his ancient home,\n The young light-hearted Masters of the waves;\n And snatch’d his rudder, and shook out more sail,\n And day and night held on indignantly\n O’er the blue Midland waters with the gale,\n Betwixt the Syrtes and soft Sicily,\n To where the Atlantic raves\n Outside the Western Straits, and unbent sails\n There, where down cloudy cliffs, through sheets of foam,\n Shy traffickers, the dark Iberians come;\n And on the beach undid his corded bales.","themes":["nature","hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_751","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1822-1888"},{"id":"oxford-752","title":"Philomela","poet":"Matthew Arnold","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HARK! ah, the Nightingale!\n The tawny-throated!\n Hark! from that moonlit cedar what a burst!\n What triumph! hark—what pain!\n\nO Wanderer from a Grecian shore,\n Still, after many years, in distant lands,\n Still nourishing in thy bewilder’d brain\n That wild, unquench’d, deep-sunken, old-world pain—\n Say, will it never heal?\n And can this fragrant lawn\n With its cool trees, and night,\n And the sweet, tranquil Thames,\n And moonshine, and the dew,\n To thy rack’d heart and brain\n Afford no balm?\n\nDost thou to-night behold\n Here, through the moonlight on this English grass,\n The unfriendly palace in the Thracian wild?\n Dost thou again peruse\n With hot cheeks and sear’d eyes\n The too clear web, and thy dumb Sister’s shame?\n Dost thou once more assay\n Thy flight, and feel come over thee,\n Poor Fugitive, the feathery change\n Once more, and once more seem to make resound\n With love and hate, triumph and agony,\n Lone Daulis, and the high Cephissian vale?\n Listen, Eugenia—\n How thick the bursts come crowding through the leaves\n Again—thou hearest!\n Eternal Passion!\n Eternal Pain!","themes":["love","nature","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_752","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"752","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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Thou art free.\n We ask and ask: Thou smilest and art still,\n Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill\n That to the stars uncrowns his majesty,\n Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea,\n Making the heaven of heavens his dwelling-place.\n Spares but the cloudy border of his base\n To the foil’d searching of mortality;\n And thou, who didst the stars and sunbeams know,\n Self-school’d, self-scann’d, self-honour’d, self-secure,\n Didst walk on earth unguess’d at. Better so!\n All pains the immortal spirit must endure,\n All weakness that impairs, all griefs that bow,\n Find their sole voice in that victorious brow.","themes":["spirituality","death","night","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_753","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"753","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1822-1888"},{"id":"oxford-754","title":"From the Hymn of Empedocles","poet":"Matthew Arnold","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IS it so small a thing\n To have enjoy’d the sun,\n To have lived light in the spring,\n To have loved, to have thought, to have done;\n To have advanced true friends, and beat down baffling foes;\n\nThat we must feign a bliss\n Of doubtful future date,\n And while we dream on this\n Lose all our present state,\n And relegate to worlds yet distant our repose?\n\nNot much, I know, you prize\n What pleasures may be had,\n Who look on life with eyes\n Estranged, like mine, and sad:\n And yet the village churl feels the truth more than you;\n\nWho’s loth to leave this life\n Which to him little yields:\n His hard-task’d sunburnt wife,\n His often-labour’d fields;\n The boors with whom he talk’d, the country spots he knew.\n\nBut thou, because thou hear’st\n Men scoff at Heaven and Fate;\n Because the gods thou fear’st\n Fail to make blest thy state,\n Tremblest, and wilt not dare to trust the joys there are.\n\nI say, Fear not! life still\n Leaves human effort scope.\n But, since life teems with ill,\n Nurse no extravagant hope.\n Because thou must not dream, thou need’st not then despair.","themes":["nature","hope","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_754","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"754","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1822-1888"},{"id":"oxford-755","title":"The Flowers","poet":"William Brighty Rands","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHEN Love arose in heart and deed\n To wake the world to greater joy,\n ‘What can she give me now?’ said Greed,\n Who thought to win some costly toy.\n\nHe rose, he ran, he stoop’d, he clutch’d;\n And soon the Flowers, that Love let fall,\n In Greed’s hot grasp were fray’d and smutch’d,\n And Greed said, ‘Flowers! Can this be all?’\n\nHe flung them down and went his way,\n He cared no jot for thyme or rose;\n But boys and girls came out to play,\n And some took these and some took those—\n\nRed, blue, and white, and green and gold;\n And at their touch the dew return’d,\n And all the bloom a thousandfold—\n So red, so ripe, the roses burn’d!","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_755","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"755","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1823-1880"},{"id":"oxford-756","title":"The Thought","poet":"William Brighty Rands","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"INTO the skies, one summer’s day,\n I sent a little Thought away;\n Up to where, in the blue round,\n The sun sat shining without sound.\n\nThen my Thought came back to me.—\n Little Thought, what did you see\n In the regions whence you come?\n And when I spoke, my Thought was dumb.\n\nBut she breathed of what was there,\n In the pure bright upper air;\n And, because my Thought so shone,\n I knew she had been shone upon.\n\nNext, by night a Thought I sent\n Up into the firmament;\n When the eager stars were out,\n And the still moon shone about.\n\nAnd my Thought went past the moon\n In between the stars, but soon\n Held her breath and durst not stir,\n For the fear that covered her;\n Then she thought, in this demur:\n\n‘Dare I look beneath the shade,\n Into where the worlds are made;\n Where the suns and stars are wrought?\n Shall I meet another Thought?\n\n‘Will that other Thought have wings?\n Shall I meet strange, heavenly things?\n Thought of Thoughts, and Light of Lights,\n Breath of Breaths, and Night of Nights?’\n\nThen my Thought began to hark\n In the illuminated dark,\n Till the silence, over, under,\n Made her heart beat more than thunder.\n\nAnd my Thought, came trembling back,\n But with something on her track,\n And with something at her side;\n Nor till she has lived and died,\n Lived and died, and lived again,\n Will that awful thing seem plain.","themes":["love","nature","loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_756","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"756","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1823-1880"},{"id":"oxford-757","title":"Maritæ Suæ","poet":"William Philpot","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I\n\nOF all the flowers rising now,\n Thou only saw’st the head\n Of that unopen’d drop of snow\n I placed beside thy bed.\n\nIn all the blooms that blow so fast,\n Thou hast no further part,\n Save those the hour I saw thee last,\n I laid above thy heart.\n\nTwo snowdrops for our boy and girl,\n A primrose blown for me,\n Wreathed with one often-play’d-with curl\n From each bright head for thee.\n\nAnd so I graced thee for thy grave,\n And made these tokens fast\n With that old silver heart I gave,\n My first gift—and my last.\n\nII\n\nI DREAM’d, her babe upon her breast,\n Here she might lie and calmly rest\n Her happy eyes on that far hill\n That backs the landscape fresh and still.\n\nI hoped her thoughts would thrid the boughs\n Where careless birds on love carouse,\n And gaze those apple-blossoms through\n To revel in the boundless blue.\n\nBut now her faculty of sight\n Is elder sister to the light,\n And travels free and unconfined\n Through dense and rare, through form and mind.\n\nOr else her life to be complete\n Hath found new channels full and meet—\n Then, O, what eyes are leaning o’er,\n If fairer than they were before!","themes":["love","nature","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_757","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"757","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1823-1889"},{"id":"oxford-758","title":"Mimnermus in Church","poet":"William (Johnson) Cory","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"YOU promise heavens free from strife,\n Pure truth, and perfect change of will;\n But sweet, sweet is this human life,\n So sweet, I fain would breathe it still;\n Your chilly stars I can forgo,\n This warm kind world is all I know.\n\nYou say there is no substance here,\n One great reality above:\n Back from that void I shrink in fear,\n And child-like hide myself in love:\n Show me what angels feel. Till then\n I cling, a mere weak man, to men.\n\nYou bid me lift my mean desires\n From faltering lips and fitful veins\n To sexless souls, ideal quires,\n Unwearied voices, wordless strains:\n My mind with fonder welcome owns\n One dear dead friend’s remember’d tones.\n\nForsooth the present we must give\n To that which cannot pass away;\n All beauteous things for which we live\n By laws of time and space decay.\n But O, the very reason why\n I clasp them, is because they die.","themes":["love","time","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_758","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"758","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1823-1892"},{"id":"oxford-759","title":"Heraclitus","poet":"William (Johnson) Cory","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THEY told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,\n They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed.\n I wept as I remember’d how often you and I\n Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.\n\nAnd now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest,\n A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest,\n Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake;\n For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.","themes":["love","grief","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_759","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"759","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1823-1892"},{"id":"oxford-760","title":"The Married Lover","poet":"Coventry Patmore","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHY, having won her, do I woo?\n Because her spirit’s vestal grace\n Provokes me always to pursue,\n But, spirit-like, eludes embrace;\n Because her womanhood is such\n That, as on court-days subjects kiss\n The Queen’s hand, yet so near a touch\n Affirms no mean familiarness;\n Nay, rather marks more fair the height\n Which can with safety so neglect\n To dread, as lower ladies might,\n That grace could meet with disrespect;\n Thus she with happy favour feeds\n Allegiance from a love so high\n That thence no false conceit proceeds\n Of difference bridged, or state put by;\n Because although in act and word\n As lowly as a wife can be,\n Her manners, when they call me lord,\n Remind me ’tis by courtesy;\n Not with her least consent of will,\n Which would my proud affection hurt,\n But by the noble style that still\n Imputes an unattain’d desert;\n Because her gay and lofty brows,\n When all is won which hope can ask,\n Reflect a light of hopeless snows\n That bright in virgin ether bask;\n Because, though free of the outer court\n I am, this Temple keeps its shrine\n Sacred to Heaven; because, in short,\n She’s not and never can be mine.","themes":["love","hope","spirituality","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_760","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"760","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1823-1896"},{"id":"oxford-761","title":"‘ If I were dead ’","poet":"Coventry Patmore","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"‘IF I were dead, you’d sometimes say, Poor Child!’\n The dear lips quiver’d as they spake,\n And the tears brake\n From eyes which, not to grieve me, brightly smiled.\n Poor Child, poor Child!\n I seem to hear your laugh, your talk, your song.\n It is not true that Love will do no wrong.\n Poor Child!\n And did you think, when you so cried and smiled,\n How I, in lonely nights, should lie awake,\n And of those words your full avengers make?\n Poor Child, poor Child!\n And now, unless it be\n That sweet amends thrice told are come to thee,\n O God, have Thou no mercy upon me!\n Poor Child!","themes":["love","grief","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_761","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"761","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1823-1896"},{"id":"oxford-762","title":"Departure","poet":"Coventry Patmore","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IT was not like your great and gracious ways!\n Do you, that have naught other to lament,\n Never, my Love, repent\n Of how, that July afternoon,\n You went,\n With sudden, unintelligible phrase,\n And frighten’d eye,\n Upon your journey of so many days\n Without a single kiss, or a good-bye?\n I knew, indeed, that you were parting soon;\n And so we sate, within the low sun’s rays,\n You whispering to me, for your voice was weak,\n Your harrowing praise.\n Well, it was well\n To hear you such things speak,\n And I could tell\n What made your eyes a growing gloom of love,\n As a warm South-wind sombres a March grove.\n And it was like your great and gracious ways\n To turn your talk on daily things, my Dear,\n Lifting the luminous, pathetic lash\n To let the laughter flash,\n Whilst I drew near,\n Because you spoke so low that I could scarcely hear.\n But all at once to leave me at the last,\n More at the wonder than the loss aghast,\n With huddled, unintelligible phrase,\n And frighten’d eye,\n And go your journey of all days\n With not one kiss, or a good-bye,\n And the only loveless look the look with which you pass’d:\n ’Twas all unlike your great and gracious ways.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_762","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"762","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1823-1896"},{"id":"oxford-763","title":"The Toys","poet":"Coventry Patmore","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"MY little Son, who look’d from thoughtful eyes\n And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up wise,\n Having my law the seventh time disobey’d,\n I struck him, and dismissed\n With hard words and unkiss’d,\n —His Mother, who was patient, being dead.\n Then, fearing lest his grief should hinder sleep,\n I visited his bed,\n But found him slumbering deep,\n With darkened eyelids, and their lashes yet\n From his late sobbing wet.\n And I, with moan,\n Kissing away his tears, left others of my own;\n For, on a table drawn beside his head,\n He had put, within his reach,\n A box of counters and a red-vein’d stone,\n A piece of glass abraded by the beach,\n And six or seven shells,\n A bottle with bluebells,\n And two French copper coins, ranged there with careful art,\n To comfort his sad heart.\n So when that night I pray’d\n To God, I wept, and said:\n Ah, when at last we lie with trancèd breath,\n Not vexing Thee in death,\n And Thou rememberest of what toys\n We made our joys,\n How weakly understood\n Thy great commanded good,\n Then, fatherly not less\n Than I whom Thou hast moulded from the clay,\n Thou’lt leave Thy wrath, and say,\n ‘I will be sorry for their childishness.’","themes":["love","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_763","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"763","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1823-1896"},{"id":"oxford-764","title":"A Farewell","poet":"Coventry Patmore","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WITH all my will, but much against my heart,\n We two now part.\n My Very Dear,\n Our solace is, the sad road lies so clear.\n It needs no art,\n With faint, averted feet\n And many a tear,\n In our opposèd paths to persevere.\n Go thou to East, I West.\n We will not say\n There’s any hope, it is so far away.\n But, O, my Best,\n When the one darling of our widowhead,\n The nursling Grief,\n Is dead,\n And no dews blur our eyes\n To see the peach-bloom come in evening skies,\n Perchance we may,\n Where now this night is day,\n And even through faith of still averted feet,\n Making full circle of our banishment,\n Amazèd meet;\n The bitter journey to the bourne so sweet\n Seasoning the termless feast of our content\n With tears of recognition never dry.","themes":["love","hope","grief","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_764","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"764","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1823-1896"},{"id":"oxford-765","title":"The Ballad of Keith of Ravelston","poet":"Sydney Dobell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE murmur of the mourning ghost\n That keeps the shadowy kine,\n ‘O Keith of Ravelston,\n The sorrows of thy line!’\n\nRavelston, Ravelston,\n The merry path that leads\n Down the golden morning hill,\n And thro’ the silver meads;\n\nRavelston, Ravelston,\n The stile beneath the tree,\n The maid that kept her mother’s kine,\n The song that sang she!\n\nShe sang her song, she kept her kine,\n She sat beneath the thorn,\n When Andrew Keith of Ravelston\n Rode thro’ the Monday morn.\n\nHis henchmen sing, his hawk-bells ring,\n His belted jewels shine;\n O Keith of Ravelston,\n The sorrows of thy line!\n\nYear after year, where Andrew came,\n Comes evening down the glade,\n And still there sits a moonshine ghost\n Where sat the sunshine maid.\n\nHer misty hair is faint and fair,\n She keeps the shadowy kine;\n O Keith of Ravelston,\n The sorrows of thy line!\n\nI lay my hand upon the stile,\n The stile is lone and cold,\n The burnie that goes babbling by\n Says naught that can be told.\n\nYet, stranger! here, from year to year,\n She keeps her shadowy kine;\n O Keith of Ravelston,\n The sorrows of thy line!\n\nStep out three steps, where Andrew stood—\n Why blanch thy cheeks for fear?\n The ancient stile is not alone,\n ’Tis not the burn I hear!\n\nShe makes her immemorial moan,\n She keeps her shadowy kine;\n O Keith of Ravelston,\n The sorrows of thy line!","themes":["nature","grief","loneliness","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_765","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"765","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1824-1874"},{"id":"oxford-766","title":"Return!","poet":"Sydney Dobell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"RETURN, return! all night my lamp is burning,\n All night, like it, my wide eyes watch and burn;\n Like it, I fade and pale, when day returning\n Bears witness that the absent can return,\n Return, return.\n\nLike it, I lessen with a lengthening sadness,\n Like it, I burn to waste and waste to burn,\n Like it, I spend the golden oil of gladness\n To feed the sorrowy signal for return,\n Return, return.\n\nLike it, like it, whene’er the east wind sings,\n I bend and shake; like it, I quake and yearn,\n When Hope’s late butterflies, with whispering wings,\n Fly in out of the dark, to fall and burn—\n Burn in the watchfire of return,\n Return, return.\n\nLike it, the very flame whereby I pine\n Consumes me to its nature. While I mourn\n My soul becomes a better soul than mine,\n And from its brightening beacon I discern\n My starry love go forth from me, and shine\n Across the seas a path for thy return,\n Return, return.\n\nReturn, return! all night I see it burn,\n All night it prays like me, and lifts a twin\n Of palmèd praying hands that meet and yearn—\n Yearn to the impleaded skies for thy return.\n Day, like a golden fetter, locks them in,\n And wans the light that withers, tho’ it burn\n As warmly still for thy return;\n Still thro’ the splendid load uplifts the thin\n Pale, paler, palest patience that can learn\n Naught but that votive sign for thy return—\n That single suppliant sign for thy return,\n Return, return.\n\nReturn, return! lest haply, love, or e’er\n Thou touch the lamp the light have ceased to burn,\n And thou, who thro’ the window didst discern\n The wonted flame, shalt reach the topmost stair\n To find no wide eyes watching there,\n No wither’d welcome waiting thy return!\n A passing ghost, a smoke-wreath in the air,\n The flameless ashes, and the soulless urn,\n Warm with the famish’d fire that lived to burn—\n Burn out its lingering life for thy return,\n Its last of lingering life for thy return,\n Its last of lingering life to light thy late return,\n Return, return.","themes":["love","hope","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_766","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"766","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1824-1874"},{"id":"oxford-767","title":"A Chanted Calendar","poet":"Sydney Dobell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"FIRST came the primrose,\n On the bank high,\n Like a maiden looking forth\n From the window of a tower\n When the battle rolls below,\n So look’d she,\n And saw the storms go by.\n Then came the wind-flower\n In the valley left behind,\n As a wounded maiden, pale\n With purple streaks of woe,\n When the battle has roll’d by\n Wanders to and fro,\n So totter’d she,\n Dishevelled in the wind.\n\nThen came the daisies,\n On the first of May,\n Like a banner’d show’s advance\n While the crowd runs by the way,\n With ten thousand flowers about them they came trooping through the fields.\n As a happy people come,\n So came they,\n As a happy people come\n When the war has roll’d away,\n With dance and tabor, pipe and drum.\n And all make holiday.\n\nThen came the cowslip,\n Like a dancer in the fair,\n She spread her little mat of green,\n And on it danced she.\n With a fillet bound about her brow,\n A fillet round her happy brow,\n A golden fillet round her brow,\n And rubies in her hair.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_767","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"767","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1824-1874"},{"id":"oxford-768","title":"Laus Deo","poet":"Sydney Dobell","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IN the hall the coffin waits, and the idle armourer stands.\n At his belt the coffin nails, and the hammer in his hands.\n The bed of state is hung with crape—the grand old bed where she was wed—\n And like an upright corpse she sitteth gazing dumbly at the bed.\n Hour by hour her serving-men enter by the curtain’d door,\n And with steps of muffled woe pass breathless o’er the silent floor,\n And marshal mutely round, and look from each to each with eyelids red;\n ‘Touch him not,’ she shriek’d and cried, ‘he is but newly dead!’\n ‘O my own dear mistress,’ the ancient Nurse did say,\n ‘Seven long days and seven long nights you have watch’d him where he lay.’\n ‘Seven long days and seven long nights,‘the hoary Steward said;\n ‘Seven long days and seven long nights,’ groan’d the Warrener gray;\n ‘Seven,’ said the old Henchman, and bow’d his aged head;\n ‘On your lives!’ she shriek’d and cried,‘he is but newly dead!’\n Then a father Priest they sought,\n The Priest that taught her all she knew,\n And they told him of her loss.\n ‘For she is mild and sweet of will,\n She loved him, and his words are peace,\n And he shall heal her ill.’\n But her watch she did not cease.\n He bless’d her where she sat distraught,\n And show’d her holy cross,—\n The cross she kiss’d from year to year—\n But she neither saw nor heard;\n And said he in her deaf ear\n All he had been wont to teach,\n All she had been fond to hear,\n Missall’d prayer, and solemn speech,\n But she answer’d not a word.\n Only when he turn’d to speak with those who wept about the bed,\n ‘On your lives!’ she shriek’d and cried, ‘he is but newly dead!’\n Then how sadly he turn’d from her, it were wonderful to tell,\n And he stood beside the death-bed as by one who slumbers well,\n And he lean’d o’er him who lay there, and in cautious whisper low,\n ‘He is not dead, but sleepeth,’ said the Priest, and smooth’d his brow.\n ‘Sleepeth?’ said she, looking up, and the sun rose in her face!\n ‘He must be better than I thought, for the sleep is very sound.’\n ‘He is better,’ said the Priest, and call’d her maidens round.\n With them came that ancient dame who nursed her when a child;\n O Nurse!’ she sigh’d, ‘O Nurse!’ she cried, ‘O Nurse!’ and then she smiled,\n And then she wept; with that they drew\n About her, as of old;\n Her dying eyes were sweet and blue,\n Her trembling touch was cold;\n But she said, ‘My maidens true,\n No more weeping and well-away;\n Let them kill the feast.\n I would be happy in my soul.\n “He is better,” saith the Priest;\n He did but sleep the weary day,\n And will waken whole.\n Carry me to his dear side,\n And let the halls be trim;\n Whistly, whistly,’ said she,\n ‘I am wan with watching and wail,\n He must not wake to see me pale,\n Let me sleep with him.\n See you keep the tryst for me,\n I would rest till he awake\n And rise up like a bride.\n But whistly, whistly!’ said she.\n ‘Yet rejoice your Lord doth live;\n And for His dear sake\n Say Laus, Domine.’\n Silent they cast down their eyes,\n And every breast a sob did rive,\n She lifted her in wild surprise\n And they dared not disobey.\n ‘Laus Deo,’ said the Steward, hoary when her days were new;\n ‘Laus Deo,’ said the Warrener, whiter than the warren snows;\n ‘Laus Deo,’ the bald Henchman, who had nursed her on his knee.\n The old Nurse moved her lips in vain,\n And she stood among the train\n Like a dead tree shaking dew.\n Then the Priest he softly slept\n Midway in the little band,\n And he took the Lady’s hand.\n ‘Laus Deo,’ he said aloud,\n ‘Laus Deo,’ they said again,\n Yet again, and yet again,\n Humbly cross’d and lowly bow’d,\n Till in wont and fear it rose\n To the Sabbath strain.\n But she neither turn’d her head\n Nor ‘Whistly, whistly,’ said she.\n Her hands were folded as in grace,\n We laid her with her ancient race\n And all the village wept.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_768","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"768","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1824-1874"},{"id":"oxford-769","title":"The Fairies","poet":"William Allingham","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"UP the airy mountain,\n Down the rushy glen,\n We daren’t go a-hunting\n For fear of little men;\n Wee folk, good folk,\n Trooping all together;\n Green jacket, red cap,\n And white owl’s feather!\n\nDown along the rocky shore\n Some make their home,\n They live on crispy pancakes\n Of yellow tide-foam;\n Some in the reeds\n Of the black mountain lake,\n With frogs for their watch-dogs,\n All night awake.\n\nHigh on the hill-top\n The old King sits;\n He is now so old and gray\n He’s nigh lost his wits.\n\nWith a bridge of white mist\n Columbkill he crosses,\n On his stately journeys\n From Slieveleague to Rosses;\n Or going up with music\n On cold starry nights\n To sup with the Queen\n Of the gay Northern Lights.\n\nThey stole little Bridget\n For seven years long;\n When she came down again\n Her friends were all gone.\n They took her lightly back,\n Between the night and morrow,\n They thought that she was fast asleep,\n But she was dead with sorrow.\n They have kept her ever since\n Deep within the lake,\n On a bed of flag-leaves,\n Watching till she wake.\n\nBy the craggy hill-side,\n Through the mosses bare,\n They have planted thorn-trees\n For pleasure here and there.\n If any man so daring\n As dig them up in spite,\n He shall find their sharpest thorns\n In his bed at night.\n\nUp the airy mountain,\n Down the rushy glen,\n We daren’t go a-hunting\n For fear of little men;\n Wee folk, good folk,\n Trooping all together;\n Green jacket, red cap,\n And white owl’s feather!","themes":["nature","grief","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_769","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"769","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1824-1889"},{"id":"oxford-770","title":"That Holy Thing","poet":"George Mac Donald","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THEY all were looking for a king\n To slay their foes and lift them high:\n Thou cam’st, a little baby thing\n That made a woman cry.\n\nO Son of Man, to right my lot\n Naught but Thy presence can avail;\n Yet on the road Thy wheels are not,\n Nor on the sea Thy sail!\n\nMy how or when Thou wilt not heed,\n But come down Thine own secret stair,\n That Thou mayst answer all my need—\n Yea, every bygone prayer.","themes":["spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_770","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"770","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1824-1905"},{"id":"oxford-771","title":"The Blessèd Damozel","poet":"Dante Gabriel Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE blessèd Damozel lean’d out\n From the gold bar of Heaven:\n Her blue grave eyes were deeper much\n Than a deep water, even.\n She had three lilies in her hand,\n And the stars in her hair were seven.\n\nHer robe, ungirt from clasp to hem,\n No wrought flowers did adorn,\n But a white rose of Mary’s gift\n On the neck meetly worn;\n And her hair, lying down her back,\n Was yellow like ripe corn.\n\nHerseem’d she scarce had been a day\n One of God’s choristers;\n The wonder was not yet quite gone\n From that still look of hers;\n Albeit, to them she left, her day\n Had counted as ten years.\n\n(To one it is ten years of years:\n ... Yet now, here in this place,\n Surely she lean’d o’er me,—her hair\n Fell all about my face....\n Nothing: the Autumn-fall of leaves.\n The whole year sets apace.)\n\nIt was the terrace of God’s house\n That she was standing on,—\n By God built over the sheer depth\n In which Space is begun;\n So high, that looking downward thence,\n She scarce could see the sun.\n\nIt lies from Heaven across the flood\n Of ether, as a bridge.\n Beneath, the tides of day and night\n With flame and darkness ridge\n The void, as low as where this earth\n Spins like a fretful midge.\n\nBut in those tracts, with her, it was\n The peace of utter light\n And silence. For no breeze may stir\n Along the steady flight\n Of seraphim; no echo there,\n Beyond all depth or height.\n\nHeard hardly, some of her new friends,\n Playing at holy games,\n Spake, gentle-mouth’d, among themselves,\n Their virginal chaste names;\n And the souls, mounting up to God,\n Went by her like thin flames.\n\nAnd still she bow’d herself, and stoop’d\n Into the vast waste calm;\n Till her bosom’s pressure must have made\n The bar she lean’d on warm,\n And the lilies lay as if asleep\n Along her bended arm.\n\nFrom the fixt lull of Heaven, she saw\n Time, like a pulse, shake fierce\n Through all the worlds. Her gaze still strove,\n In that steep gulf, to pierce\n The swarm; and then she spoke, as when\n The stars sang in their spheres.\n\n‘I wish that he were come to me,\n For he will come,’ she said.\n ‘Have I not pray’d in solemn Heaven?\n On earth, has he not pray’d?\n Are not two prayers a perfect strength?\n And shall I feel afraid?\n\n‘When round his head the aureole clings,\n And he is clothed in white,\n I’ll take his hand, and go with him\n To the deep wells of light,\n And we will step down as to a stream\n And bathe there in God’s sight.\n\n‘We two will stand beside that shrine,\n Occult, withheld, untrod,\n Whose lamps tremble continually\n With prayer sent up to God;\n And where each need, reveal’d, expects\n Its patient period.\n\n‘We two will lie i’ the shadow of\n That living mystic tree\n Within whose secret growth the Dove\n Sometimes is felt to be,\n While every leaf that His plumes touch\n Saith His name audibly.\n\n‘And I myself will teach to him,—\n I myself, lying so,—\n The songs I sing here; which his mouth\n Shall pause in, hush’d and slow,\n Finding some knowledge at each pause,\n And some new thing to know.’\n\n(Alas! to her wise simple mind\n These things were all but known\n Before: they trembled on her sense,—\n Her voice had caught their tone.\n Alas for lonely Heaven! Alas\n For life wrung out alone!\n\nAlas, and though the end were reach’d?...\n Was thy part understood\n Or borne in trust? And for her sake\n Shall this too be found good?—\n May the close lips that knew not prayer\n Praise ever, though they would?)\n\n‘We two,’ she said, ‘will seek the groves\n Where the lady Mary is,\n With her five handmaidens, whose names\n Are five sweet symphonies:—\n Cecily, Gertrude, Magdalen,\n Margaret and Rosalys.\n\n‘Circle-wise sit they, with bound locks\n And bosoms coverèd;\n Into the fine cloth, white like flame,\n Weaving the golden thread,\n To fashion the birth-robes for them\n Who are just born, being dead.\n\n‘He shall fear, haply, and be dumb.\n Then I will lay my cheek\n To his, and tell about our love,\n Not once abash’d or weak:\n And the dear Mother will approve\n My pride, and let me speak.\n\n‘Herself shall bring us, hand in hand,\n To Him round whom all souls\n Kneel—the unnumber’d solemn heads\n Bow’d with their aureoles:\n And Angels, meeting us, shall sing\n To their citherns and citoles.\n\n‘There will I ask of Christ the Lord\n Thus much for him and me:—\n To have more blessing than on earth\n In nowise; but to be\n As then we were,—being as then\n At peace. Yea, verily.\n\n‘Yea, verily; when he is come\n We will do thus and thus:\n Till this my vigil seem quite strange\n And almost fabulous;\n We two will live at once, one life;\n And peace shall be with us.’\n\nShe gazed, and listen’d, and then said,\n Less sad of speech than mild,—\n ‘All this is when he comes.’ She ceased:\n The light thrill’d past her, fill’d\n With Angels, in strong level lapse.\n Her eyes pray’d, and she smiled.\n\n(I saw her smile.) But soon their flight\n Was vague ’mid the poised spheres.\n And then she cast her arms along\n The golden barriers,\n And laid her face between her hands,\n And wept. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1828-1882"},{"id":"oxford-772","title":"Love in the Valley","poet":"George Meredith","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"UNDER yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward,\n Couch’d with her arms behind her golden head,\n Knees and tresses folded to slip and ripple idly,\n Lies my young love sleeping in the shade.\n Had I the heart to slide an arm beneath her,\n Press her parting lips as her waist I gather slow,\n Waking in amazement she could not but embrace me:\n Then would she hold me and never let me go?\n . . .\n Shy as the squirrel and wayward as the swallow,\n Swift as the swallow along the river’s light\n Circleting the surface to meet his mirror’d winglets,\n Fleeter she seems in her stay than in her flight.\n Shy as the squirrel that leaps among the pine-tops,\n Wayward as the swallow overhead at set of sun,\n She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer,\n Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won!\n . . .\n When her mother tends her before the laughing mirror,\n Tying up her laces, looping up her hair,\n Often she thinks, were this wild thing wedded,\n More love should I have, and much less care.\n When her mother tends her before the lighted mirror,\n Loosening her laces, combing down her curls,\n Often she thinks, were this wild thing wedded,\n I should miss but one for many boys and girls.\n . . .\n Heartless she is as the shadow in the meadows\n Flying to the hills on a blue and breezy noon.\n No, she is athirst and drinking up her wonder:\n Earth to her is young as the slip of the new moon.\n Deals she an unkindness, ’tis but her rapid measure,\n Even as in a dance; and her smile can heal no less:\n Like the swinging May-cloud that pelts the flowers with hailstones\n Off a sunny border, she was made to bruise and bless.\n . . .\n Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping\n Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star.\n Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried,\n Brooding o’er the gloom, spins the brown evejar.\n Darker grows the valley, more and more forgetting:\n So were it with me if forgetting could be will’d.\n Tell the grassy hollow that holds the bubbling well-spring,\n Tell it to forget the source that keeps it fill’d.\n . . .\n Stepping down the hill with her fair companions,\n Arm in arm, all against the raying West,\n Boldly she sings, to the merry tune she marches,\n Brave is her shape, and sweeter unpossess’d.\n Sweeter, for she is what my heart first awaking\n Whisper’d the world was; morning light is she.\n Love that so desires would fain keep her changeless;\n Fain would fling the net, and fain have her free.\n . . .\n Happy happy time, when the white star hovers\n Low over dim fields fresh with bloomy dew,\n Near the face of dawn, that draws athwart the darkness,\n Threading it with colour, like yewberries the yew.\n Thicker crowd the shades as the grave East deepens\n Glowing, and with crimson a long cloud swells.\n Maiden still the morn is; and strange she is, and secret;\n Strange her eyes; her cheeks are cold as cold sea-shells.\n . . .\n Sunrays, leaning on our southern hills and lighting\n Wild cloud-mountains that drag the hills along,\n Oft ends the day of your shifting brilliant laughter\n Chill as a dull face frowning on a song.\n Ay, but shows the South-west a ripple-feather’d bosom\n Blown to silver while the clouds are shaken and ascend\n Scaling the mid-heavens as they stream, there comes a sunset\n Rich, deep like love in beauty without end.\n . . .\n When at dawn she sighs, and like an infant to the window\n Turns grave eyes craving light, released from dreams,\n Beautiful she looks, like a white water-lily\n Bursting out of bud in havens of the streams.\n When from bed she rises clothed from neck to ankle\n In her long nightgown sweet as boughs of May,\n Beautiful she looks, like a tall garden-lily\n Pure from the night, and splendid for the day.\n . . .\n Mother of the dews, dark eye-lash’d twilight,\n Low-lidded twilight, o’er the valley’s brim,\n Rounding on thy breast sings the dew-delighted skylark,\n Clear as though the dewdrops had their voice in him.\n Hidden where the rose-flush drinks the rayless planet,\n Fountain-full he pours the spraying fountain-showers.\n Let me hear her laughter, I would have her ever\n Cool as dew in twilight, the lark above the flowers.\n . . .\n All the girls are out with their baskets for the primrose;\n Up lanes, woods through, they troop in joyful bands.\n My sweet leads: she knows not why, but now she loiters,\n Eyes the bent anemones, and hangs her hands.\n Such a look will tell that the violets are peeping,\n Coming the rose: and unaware a cry\n Springs in her bosom for odours and for colour,\n Covert and the nightingale; she knows not why.\n . . .\n Kerchief’d head and chin she darts between her tulips,\n Streaming like a willow gray in arrowy rain:\n Some bend beaten cheek to gravel, and their angel\n She will be; she lifts them, and on she speeds again.\n Black the driving raincloud breasts the iron gateway:\n She is forth to cheer a neighbour lacking mirth.\n So when sky and grass met rolling dumb for thunder\n Saw I once a white dove, sole light of earth.\n . . .\n Prim little scholars are the flowers of her garden,\n Train’d to stand in rows, and asking if they please.\n I might love them well but for loving more the wild ones:\n O my wild ones! they tell me more than these.\n You, my wild one, you tell of honied field-rose,\n Violet, blushing eglantine in life; and even as they,\n They by the wayside are earnest of your goodness,\n You are of life’s, on the banks that line the way.\n . . .\n Peering at her chamber the white crowns the red rose,\n Jasmine winds the porch with stars two and three.\n Parted is the window; she sleeps; the starry jasmine\n Breathes a falling breath that carries thoughts of me.\n Sweeter unpossessed, have I said of her my sweetest?\n Not while she sleeps: while she sleeps the jasmine breathes,\n Luring her to love; she sleeps; the starry jasmine\n Bears me to her pillow under white rose-wreaths.\n . . .\n Yellow with birdfoot-trefoil are the grass-glades;\n Yellow with cinquefoil of the dew-gray leaf;\n Yellow with stonecrop; the moss-mounds are yellow;\n Blue-neck’d the wheat sways, yellowing to the sheaf.\n Green-yellow, bursts from the copse the laughing yaffle;\n Sharp as a sickle is the edge of shade and shine:\n Earth in her heart laughs looking at the heavens,\n Thinking of the harvest: I look and think of mine.\n . . .\n This I may know: her dressing and undressing\n Such a change of light shows as when the skies in sport\n Shift from cloud to moonlight; or edging over thunder\n Slips a ray of sun; or sweeping into port\n White sails furl; or on the ocean borders\n White sails lean along the waves leaping green.\n Visions of her shower before me, but from eyesight\n Guarded she would be like the sun were she seen.\n . . .\n Front door and back of the moss’d old farmhouse\n Open with the morn, and in a breezy link\n Freshly sparkles garden to stripe-shadow’d orchard,\n Green across a rill where on sand the minnows wink.\n Busy in the grass the early sun of summer\n Swarms, and the blackbird’s mellow fluting notes\n Call my darling up with round and roguish challenge:\n Quaintest, richest carol of all the singing throats!\n . . .\n Cool was the woodside; cool as her white dairy\n Keeping sweet the cream-pan; and there the boys from school,\n Cricketing below, rush’d brown and red with sunshine;\n O the dark translucence of the deep-eyed cool!\n Spying from the farm, herself she fetch’d a pitcher\n Full of milk, and tilted for each in turn the beak.\n Then a little fellow, mouth up and on tiptoe,\n Said, ‘I will kiss you’: she laugh’d and lean’d her cheek.\n . . .\n Doves of the fir-wood walling high our red roof\n Through the long noon coo, crooning through the coo.\n Loose droop the leaves, and down the sleepy roadway\n Sometimes pipes a chaffinch; loose droops the blue.\n Cows flap a slow tail knee-deep in the river,\n Breathless, given up to sun and gnat and fly.\n Nowhere is she seen; and if I see her nowhere,\n Lightning may come, straight rains and tiger sky.\n . . .\n O the golden sheaf, the rustling treasure-armful!\n O the nutbrown tresses nodding interlaced!\n O the treasure-tresses one another over\n Nodding! O the girdle slack about the waist!\n Slain are the poppies that shot their random scarlet\n Quick amid the wheat-ears: wound about the waist,\n Gathered, see these brides of Earth one blush of ripeness!\n O the nutbrown tresses nodding interlaced!\n . . .\n Large and smoky red the sun’s cold disk drops,\n Clipped by naked hills, on violet shaded snow:\n Eastward large and still lights up a bower of moonrise,\n Whence at her leisure steps the moon aglow.\n Nightlong on black print-branches our beech-tree\n Gazes in this whiteness: nightlong could I.\n Here may life on death or death on life be painted.\n Let me clasp her soul to know she cannot die!\n . . .\n Gossips count her faults; they scour a narrow chamber\n Where there is no window, read not heaven or her.\n ‘When she was a tiny,’ one agèd woman quavers,\n Plucks at my heart and leads me by the ear.\n Faults she had once as she learn’d to run and tumbled:\n Faults of feature some see, beauty not complete.\n Yet, good gossips, beauty that makes holy\n Earth and air, may have faults from head to feet.\n . . .\n Hither she comes; she comes to me; she lingers,\n Deepens her brown eyebrows, while in new surprise\n High rise the lashes in wonder of a stranger;\n Yet am I the light and living of her eyes.\n Something friends have told her fills her heart to brimming,\n Nets her in her blushes, and wounds her, and tames.—\n Sure of her haven, O like a dove alighting,\n Arms up, she dropp’d: our souls were in our names.\n . . .\n Soon will she lie like a white frost sunrise.\n Yellow oats and brown wheat, barley pale as rye,\n Long since your sheaves have yielded to the thresher,\n Felt the girdle loosen’d, seen the tresses fly.\n Soon will she lie like a blood-red sunset.\n Swift with the to-morrow, green-wing’d Spring!\n Sing from the South-west, bring her back the truants,\n Nightingale and swallow, song and dipping wing.\n . . .\n Soft new beech-leaves, up to beamy April\n Spreading bough on bough a primrose mountain, you\n Lucid in the moon, raise lilies to the skyfields,\n Youngest green transfused in silver shining through:\n Fairer than the lily, than the wild white cherry:\n Fair as in image my seraph love appears\n Borne to me by dreams when dawn is at my eyelids:\n Fair as in the flesh she swims to me on tears.\n . . .\n Could I find a place to be alone with heaven,\n I would speak my heart out: heaven is my need.\n Every woodland tree is flushing like the dogwood,\n Flashing like the whitebeam, swaying like the reed.\n Flushing like the dogwood crimson in October;\n Streaming like the flag-reed South-west blown;\n Flashing as in gusts the sudden-lighted whitebeam:\n All seem to know what is for heaven alone.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_772","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"772","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1828-1909"},{"id":"oxford-773","title":"Phœbus with Admetus","poet":"George Meredith","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHEN by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked,\n Sentencing to exile the bright Sun-God,\n Mindful were the ploughmen of who the steer had yoked,\n Who: and what a track show’d the upturn’d sod!\n Mindful were the shepherds, as now the noon severe\n Bent a burning eyebrow to brown evetide,\n How the rustic flute drew the silver to the sphere,\n Sister of his own, till her rays fell wide.\n God! of whom music\n And song and blood are pure,\n The day is never darken’d\n That had thee here obscure.\n\nChirping none, the scarlet cicalas crouch’d in ranks:\n Slack the thistle-head piled its down-silk gray:\n Scarce the stony lizard suck’d hollows in his flanks:\n Thick on spots of umbrage our drowsed flocks lay.\n Sudden bow’d the chestnuts beneath a wind unheard,\n Lengthen’d ran the grasses, the sky grew slate:\n Then amid a swift flight of wing’d seed white as curd,\n Clear of limb a Youth smote the master’s gate.\n God! of whom music\n And song and blood are pure,\n The day is never darken’d\n That had thee here obscure.\n\nWater, first of singers, o’er rocky mount and mead,\n First of earthly singers, the sun-loved rill,\n Sang of him, and flooded the ripples on the reed,\n Seeking whom to waken and what ear fill.\n Water, sweetest soother to kiss a wound and cool,\n Sweetest and divinest, the sky-born brook,\n Chuckled, with a whimper, and made a mirror-pool\n Round the guest we welcomed, the strange hand shook.\n God! of whom music\n And song and blood are pure,\n The day is never darken’d\n That had thee here obscure.\n\nMany swarms of wild bees descended on our fields:\n Stately stood the wheatstalk with head bent high:\n Big of heart we labour’d at storing mighty yields,\n Wool and corn, and clusters to make men cry!\n Hand-like rush’d the vintage; we strung the bellied skins\n Plump, and at the sealing the Youth’s voice rose:\n Maidens clung in circle, on little fists their chins;\n Gentle beasties through push’d a cold long nose.\n God! of whom music\n And song and blood are pure,\n The day is never darken’d\n That had thee here obscure.\n\nFoot to fire in snowtime we trimm’d the slender shaft:\n Often down the pit spied the lean wolf’s teeth\n Grin against his will, trapp’d by masterstrokes of craft;\n Helpless in his froth-wrath as green logs seethe!\n Safe the tender lambs tugg’d the teats, and winter sped\n Whirl’d before the crocus, the year’s new gold.\n Hung the hooky beak up aloft, the arrowhead\n Redden’d through his feathers for our dear fold.\n God! of whom music\n And song and blood are pure,\n The day is never darkened\n That had thee here obscure.\n\nTales we drank of giants at war with gods above:\n Rocks were they to look on, and earth climb’d air!\n Tales of search for simples, and those who sought of love\n Ease because the creature was all too fair.\n Pleasant ran our thinking that while our work was good,\n Sure as fruits for sweat would the praise come fast.\n He that wrestled stoutest and tamed the billow-brood\n Danced in rings with girls, like a sail-flapp’d mast.\n God! of whom music\n And song and blood are pure,\n The day is never darken’d\n That had thee here obscure.\n\nLo, the herb of healing, when once the herb is known,\n Shines in shady woods bright as new-sprung flame.\n Ere the string was tighten’d we heard the mellow tone,\n After he had taught how the sweet sounds came.\n Stretch’d about his feet, labour done, ’twas as you see\n Red pomegranates tumble and burst hard rind.\n So began contention to give delight and be\n Excellent in things aim’d to make life kind.\n God! of whom music\n And song and blood are pure,\n The day is never darken’d\n That had thee here obscure.\n\nYou with shelly horns, rams! and, promontory goats,\n You whose browsing beards dip in coldest dew!\n Bulls, that walk the pastures in kingly-flashing coats!\n Laurel, ivy, vine, wreathed for feasts not few!\n You that build the shade-roof, and you that court the rays,\n You that leap besprinkling the rock stream-rent:\n He has been our fellow, the morning of our days;\n Us he chose for housemates, and this way went.\n God! of whom music\n And song and blood are pure,\n The day is never darken’d\n That had thee here obscure.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_773","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"773","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1828-1909"},{"id":"oxford-774","title":"Tardy Spring","poet":"George Meredith","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"NOW the North wind ceases,\n The warm South-west awakes;\n Swift fly the fleeces,\n Thick the blossom-flakes.\n\nNow hill to hill has made the stride,\n And distance waves the without-end:\n Now in the breast a door flings wide;\n Our farthest smiles, our next is friend.\n And song of England’s rush of flowers\n Is this full breeze with mellow stops,\n That spins the lark for shine, for showers;\n He drinks his hurried flight, and drops.\n The stir in memory seem these things,\n Which out of moisten’d turf and clay,\n Astrain for light push patient rings,\n Or leap to find the waterway.\n ’Tis equal to a wonder done,\n Whatever simple lives renew\n Their tricks beneath the father sun,\n As though they caught a broken clue:\n So hard was earth an eyewink back;\n But now the common life has come,\n The blotting cloud a dappled pack,\n The grasses one vast underhum.\n A City clothed in snow and soot,\n With lamps for day in ghostly rows,\n Breaks to the scene of hosts afoot,\n The river that reflective flows:\n And there did fog down crypts of street\n Play spectre upon eye and mouth:—\n Their faces are a glass to greet\n This magic of the whirl for South.\n A burly joy each creature swells\n With sound of its own hungry quest;\n Earth has to fill her empty wells,\n And speed the service of the nest;\n The phantom of the snow-wreath melt,\n That haunts the farmer’s look abroad,\n Who sees what tomb a white night built,\n Where flocks now bleat and sprouts the clod.\n For iron Winter held her firm;\n Across her sky he laid his hand;\n And bird he starved, he stiffen’d worm;\n A sightless heaven, a shaven land.\n Her shivering Spring feign’d fast asleep.\n The bitten buds dared not unfold:\n We raced on roads and ice to keep\n Thought of the girl we love from cold.\n\nBut now the North wind ceases,\n The warm South-west awakes,\n The heavens are out in fleeces,\n And earth’s green banner shakes.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_774","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"774","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1828-1909"},{"id":"oxford-775","title":"Love’s Grave","poet":"George Meredith","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"MARK where the pressing wind shoots javelin-like,\n Its skeleton shadow on the broad-back’d wave!\n Here is a fitting spot to dig Love’s grave;\n Here where the ponderous breakers plunge and strike,\n And dart their hissing tongues high up the sand:\n In hearing of the ocean, and in sight\n Of those ribb’d wind-streaks running into white.\n If I the death of Love had deeply plann’d,\n I never could have made it half so sure,\n As by the unblest kisses which upbraid\n The full-waked sense; or failing that, degrade!\n ’Tis morning: but no morning can restore\n What we have forfeited. I see no sin:\n The wrong is mix’d. In tragic life, God wot,\n No villain need be! Passions spin the plot:\n We are betray’d by what is false within.","themes":["love","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_775","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"775","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1828-1909"},{"id":"oxford-776","title":"Lucifer in Starlight","poet":"George Meredith","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ON a starr’d night Prince Lucifer uprose.\n Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend\n Above the rolling ball in cloud part screen’d,\n Where sinners hugg’d their spectre of repose.\n Poor prey to his hot fit of pride were those.\n And now upon his western wing he lean’d,\n Now his huge bulk o’er Afric’s sands careen’d,\n Now the black planet shadow’d Arctic snows.\n Soaring through wider zones that prick’d his scars\n With memory of the old revolt from Awe,\n He reach’d a middle height, and at the stars,\n Which are the brain of heaven, he look’d, and sank.\n Around the ancient track march’d, rank on rank,\n The army of unalterable law.","themes":["time","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_776","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"776","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1828-1909"},{"id":"oxford-777","title":"Love","poet":"Alexander Smith","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE fierce exulting worlds, the motes in rays,\n The churlish thistles, scented briers,\n The wind-swept bluebells on the sunny braes,\n Down to the central fires,\n\nExist alike in Love. Love is a sea\n Filling all the abysses dim\n Of lornest space, in whose deeps regally\n Suns and their bright broods swim.\n\nThis mighty sea of Love, with wondrous tides,\n Is sternly just to sun and grain;\n ’Tis laving at this moment Saturn’s sides,\n ’Tis in my blood and brain.\n\nAll things have something more than barren use;\n There is a scent upon the brier,\n A tremulous splendour in the autumn dews,\n Cold morns are fringed with fire.\n\nThe clodded earth goes up in sweet-breath’d flowers;\n In music dies poor human speech,\n And into beauty blow those hearts of ours\n When Love is born in each.\n\nDaisies are white upon the churchyard sod,\n Sweet tears the clouds lean down and give.\n The world is very lovely. O my God,\n I thank Thee that I live!","themes":["love","nature","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_777","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"777","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1829-1867"},{"id":"oxford-778","title":"Barbara","poet":"Alexander Smith","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ON the Sabbath-day,\n Through the churchyard old and gray,\n Over the crisp and yellow leaves I held my rustling way;\n And amid the words of mercy, falling on my soul like balms,\n ’Mid the gorgeous storms of music—in the mellow organ-calms,\n ’Mid the upward-streaming prayers, and the rich and solemn psalms,\n I stood careless, Barbara.\n\nMy heart was otherwhere,\n While the organ shook the air,\n And the priest, with outspread hands, bless’d the people with a prayer;\n But when rising to go homeward, with a mild and saint-like shine\n Gleam’d a face of airy beauty with its heavenly eyes on mine—\n Gleam’d and vanish’d in a moment—O that face was surely thine\n Out of heaven, Barbara!\n\nO pallid, pallid face!\n O earnest eyes of grace!\n When last I saw thee, dearest, it was in another place.\n You came running forth to meet me with my love-gift on your wrist:\n The flutter of a long white dress, then all was lost in mist—\n A purple stain of agony was on the mouth I kiss’d,\n That wild morning, Barbara.\n\nI searched, in my despair,\n Sunny noon and midnight air;\n I could not drive away the thought that you were lingering there.\n O many and many a winter night I sat when you were gone,\n My worn face buried in my hands, beside the fire alone—\n Within the dripping churchyard, the rain plashing on your stone,\n You were sleeping, Barbara.\n\n’Mong angels, do you think\n Of the precious golden link\n I clasp’d around your happy arm while sitting by yon brink?\n Or when that night of gliding dance, of laughter and guitars,\n Was emptied of its music, and we watch’d, through lattice-bars,\n The silent midnight heaven creeping o’er us with its stars,\n Till the day broke, Barbara?\n\nIn the years I’ve changed;\n Wild and far my heart has ranged,\n And many sins and errors now have been on me avenged;\n But to you I have been faithful whatsoever good I lack’d:\n I loved you, and above my life still hangs that love intact—\n Your love the trembling rainbow, I the reckless cataract.\n Still I love you, Barbara.\n\nYet, Love, I am unblest;\n With many doubts opprest,\n I wander like the desert wind without a place of rest.\n Could I but win you for an hour from off that starry shore,\n The hunger of my soul were still’d; for Death hath told you more\n Than the melancholy world doth know—things deeper than all lore\n You could teach me, Barbara.\n\nIn vain, in vain, in vain!\n You will never come again.\n There droops upon the dreary hills a mournful fringe of rain;\n The gloaming closes slowly round, loud winds are in the tree,\n Round selfish shores for ever moans the hurt and wounded sea;\n There is no rest upon the earth, peace is with Death and thee—\n Barbara!","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_778","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"778","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1829-1867"},{"id":"oxford-779","title":"Bride Song","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"TOO late for love, too late for joy,\n Too late, too late!\n You loiter’d on the road too long,\n You trifled at the gate:\n The enchanted dove upon her branch\n Died without a mate;\n The enchanted princess in her tower\n Slept, died, behind the grate;\n Her heart was starving all this while\n You made it wait.\n\nTen years ago, five years ago,\n One year ago,\n Even then you had arrived in time,\n Though somewhat slow;\n Then you had known her living face\n Which now you cannot know:\n The frozen fountain would have leap’d.\n The buds gone on to blow,\n The warm south wind would have awaked\n To melt the snow.\n\nIs she fair now as she lies?\n Once she was fair;\n Meet queen for any kingly king,\n With gold-dust on her hair.\n Now there are poppies in her locks,\n White poppies she must wear;\n Must wear a veil to shroud her face\n And the want graven there:\n Or is the hunger fed at length,\n Cast off the care?\n\nWe never saw her with a smile\n Or with a frown;\n Her bed seem’d never soft to her,\n Though toss’d of down;\n She little heeded what she wore,\n Kirtle, or wreath, or gown;\n We think her white brows often ached\n Beneath her crown,\n Till silvery hairs show’d in her locks\n That used to be so brown.\n\nWe never heard her speak in haste:\n Her tones were sweet,\n And modulated just so much\n As it was meet:\n Her heart sat silent through the noise\n And concourse of the street.\n There was no hurry in her hands,\n No hurry in her feet;\n There was no bliss drew nigh to her,\n That she might run to greet.\n\nYou should have wept her yesterday,\n Wasting upon her bed:\n But wherefore should you weep to-day\n That she is dead?\n Lo, we who love weep not to-day,\n But crown her royal head.\n Let be these poppies that we strew,\n Your roses are too red:\n Let be these poppies, not for you\n Cut down and spread.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_779","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"779","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1830-1894"},{"id":"oxford-784","title":"Passing Away","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"PASSING away, saith the World, passing away:\n Chances, beauty and youth sapp’d day by day:\n Thy life never continueth in one stay.\n Is the eye waxen dim, is the dark hair changing to gray\n That hath won neither laurel nor bay?\n I shall clothe myself in Spring and bud in May:\n Thou, root-stricken, shalt not rebuild thy decay\n On my bosom for aye.\n Then I answer’d: Yea.\n\nPassing away, saith my Soul, passing away:\n With its burden of fear and hope, of labour and play,\n Hearken what the past doth witness and say:\n Rust in thy gold, a moth is in thine array,\n A canker is in thy bud, thy leaf must decay.\n At midnight, at cockcrow, at morning, one certain day,\n Lo, the Bridegroom shall come and shall not delay:\n Watch thou and pray.\n Then I answer’d: Yea.\n\nPassing away, saith my God, passing away:\n Winter passeth after the long delay:\n New grapes on the vine, new figs on the tender spray,\n Turtle calleth turtle in Heaven’s May.\n Though I tarry, wait for me, trust me, watch and pray.\n Arise, come away; night is past, and lo, it is day;\n My love, my sister, my spouse, thou shalt hear me say—\n Then I answer’d: Yea.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_784","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"784","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1830-1894"},{"id":"oxford-785","title":"Marvel of Marvels","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"MARVEL of marvels, if I myself shall behold\n With mine own eyes my King in His city of gold;\n Where the least of lambs is spotless white in the fold,\n Where the least and last of saints in spotless white is stoled,\n Where the dimmest head beyond a moon is aureoled.\n O saints, my belovèd, now mouldering to mould in the mould,\n Shall I see you lift your heads, see your cerements unroll’d,\n See with these very eyes? who now in darkness and cold\n Tremble for the midnight cry, the rapture, the tale untold,—\n The Bridegroom cometh, cometh, His Bride to enfold!\n\nCold it is, my belovèd, since your funeral bell was toll’d:\n Cold it is, O my King, how cold alone on the wold!","themes":["loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_785","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"785","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1830-1894"},{"id":"oxford-786","title":"Is it Well with the Child?","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SAFE where I cannot die yet,\n Safe where I hope to lie too,\n Safe from the fume and the fret;\n You, and you,\n Whom I never forget.\n Safe from the frost and the snow,\n Safe from the storm and the sun,\n Safe where the seeds wait to grow\n One by one,\n And to come back in blow.","themes":["hope"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_786","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"786","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1830-1894"},{"id":"oxford-788","title":"Aloof","poet":"Christina Rossetti","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE irresponsive silence of the land,\n The irresponsive sounding of the sea,\n Speak both one message of one sense to me:—\n Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so stand\n Thou too aloof, bound with the flawless band\n Of inner solitude; we bind not thee;\n But who from thy self-chain shall set thee free?\n What heart shall touch thy heart? What hand thy hand?\n And I am sometimes proud and sometimes meek,\n And sometimes I remember days of old\n When fellowship seem’d not so far to seek,\n And all the world and I seem’d much less cold,\n And at the rainbow’s foot lay surely gold,\n And hope felt strong, and life itself not weak.","themes":["love","hope","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_788","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"788","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1830-1894"},{"id":"oxford-790","title":"Dora","poet":"Thomas Edward Brown","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SHE knelt upon her brother’s grave,\n My little girl of six years old—\n He used to be so good and brave,\n The sweetest lamb of all our fold;\n He used to shout, he used to sing,\n Of all our tribe the little king—\n And so unto the turf her ear she laid,\n To hark if still in that dark place he play’d.\n No sound! no sound!\n Death’s silence was profound;\n And horror crept\n Into her aching heart, and Dora wept.\n If this is as it ought to be,\n My God, I leave it unto Thee.","themes":["love","hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_790","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"790","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1830-1897"},{"id":"oxford-791","title":"Jessie","poet":"Thomas Edward Brown","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHEN Jessie comes with her soft breast,\n And yields the golden keys,\n Then is it as if God caress’d\n Twin babes upon His knees—\n Twin babes that, each to other press’d,\n Just feel the Father’s arms, wherewith they both are bless’d.\n\nBut when I think if we must part,\n And all this personal dream be fled—\n O then my heart! O then my useless heart!\n Would God that thou wert dead—\n A clod insensible to joys and ills—\n A stone remote in some bleak gully of the hills!","themes":["love","spirituality","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_791","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"791","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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I have gather’d faggots in the wood!’\n E’en let him stay,\n And light a fire, and fan a temporal mood!\n\nSo sit till morning! when the light is grown\n That he the path can read,\n Then bid the man God-speed!\n His morning is not thine: yet must thou own\n They have a cheerful warmth—those ashes on the stone.","themes":["spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_792","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"792","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1830-1897"},{"id":"oxford-793","title":"My Garden","poet":"Thomas Edward Brown","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"A GARDEN is a lovesome thing, God wot!\n Rose plot,\n Fringed pool,\n Fern’d grot—\n The veriest school\n Of peace; and yet the fool\n Contends that God is not—\n Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool?\n Nay, but I have a sign;\n ’Tis very sure God walks in mine.","themes":["nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_793","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"793","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1830-1897"},{"id":"oxford-794","title":"A Night in Italy","poet":"Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton, Earl Of Lytton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SWEET are the rosy memories of the lips\n That first kiss’d ours, albeit they kiss no more:\n Sweet is the sight of sunset-sailing ships,\n Altho’ they leave us on a lonely shore:\n Sweet are familiar songs, tho’ Music dips\n Her hollow shell in Thought’s forlornest wells:\n And sweet, tho’ sad, the sound of midnight bells\n When the oped casement with the night-rain drips.\n\nThere is a pleasure which is born of pain:\n The grave of all things hath its violet.\n Else why, thro’ days which never come again,\n Roams Hope with that strange longing, like Regret?\n Why put the posy in the cold dead hand?\n Why plant the rose above the lonely grave?\n Why bring the corpse across the salt sea-wave?\n Why deem the dead more near in native land?\n\nThy name hath been a silence in my life\n So long, it falters upon language now,\n O more to me than sister or than wife,\n Once ... and now—nothing! It is hard to know\n That such things have been, and are not; and yet\n Life loiters, keeps a pulse at even measure,\n And goes upon its business and its pleasure,\n And knows not all the depths of its regret....\n\nAh, could the memory cast her spots, as do\n The snake’s brood theirs in spring! and be once more\n Wholly renew’d, to dwell i’ the time that’s new,\n With no reiterance of those pangs of yore.\n Peace, peace! My wild song will go wandering\n Too wantonly, down paths a private pain\n Hath trodden bare. What was it jarr’d the strain?\n Some crush’d illusion, left with crumpled wing\n\nTangled in Music’s web of twinèd strings—\n That started that false note, and crack’d the tune\n In its beginning. Ah, forgotten things\n Stumble back strangely! and the ghost of June\n Stands by December’s fire, cold, cold! and puts\n The last spark out.—How could I sing aright\n With those old airs haunting me all the night\n And those old steps that sound when daylight shuts?\n\nFor back she comes, and moves reproachfully,\n The mistress of my moods, and looks bereft\n (Cruel to the last!) as tho’ ’twere I, not she,\n That did the wrong, and broke the spell, and left\n Memory comfortless.—Away! away!\n Phantoms, about whose brows the bindweed clings,\n Hopeless regret! In thinking of these things\n Some men have lost their minds, and others may.\n\nYet, O for one deep draught in this dull hour!\n One deep, deep draught of the departed time!\n O for one brief strong pulse of ancient power,\n To beat and breathe thro’ all the valves of rhyme!\n Thou, Memory, with thy downward eyes, that art\n The cup-bearer of gods, pour deep and long,\n Brim all the vacant chalices of song\n With health! Droop down thine urn. I hold my heart\n One draught of what I shall not taste again\n Save when my brain with thy dark wine is brimm’d,—\n One draught! and then straight onward, spite of pain,\n And spite of all things changed, with gaze undimm’d,\n Love’s footsteps thro’ the waning Past to explore\n Undaunted; and to carve in the wan light\n Of Hope’s last outposts, on Song’s utmost height,\n The sad resemblance of an hour or more.\n\nMidnight, and love, and youth, and Italy!\n Love in the land where love most lovely seems!\n Land of my love, tho’ I be far from thee,\n Lend, for love’s sake, the light of thy moonbeams,\n The spirit of thy cypress-groves and all\n Thy dark-eyed beauty for a little while\n To my desire. Yet once more let her smile\n Fall o’er me: o’er me let her long hair fall....\n\nUnder the blessèd darkness unreproved\n We were alone, in that best hour of time\n Which first reveal’d to us how much we loved,\n ’Neath the thick starlight. The young night sublime\n Hung trembling o’er us. At her feet I knelt,\n And gazed up from her feet into her eyes.\n Her face was bow’d: we breathed each other’s sighs:\n We did not speak: not move: we look’d: we felt.\n\nThe night said not a word. The breeze was dead.\n The leaf lay without whispering on the tree,\n As I lay at her feet. Droop’d was her head:\n One hand in mine: and one still pensively\n Went wandering through my hair. We were together.\n How? Where? What matter? Somewhere in a dream,\n Drifting, slow drifting down a wizard stream:\n Whither? Together: then what matter whither?\n\nIt was enough for me to clasp her hand:\n To blend with her love-looks my own: no more.\n Enough (with thoughts like ships that cannot land,\n Blown by faint winds about a magic shore)\n To realize, in each mysterious feeling,\n The droop of the warm cheek so near my own:\n The cool white arm about my shoulder thrown:\n Those exquisite fair feet where I was kneeling.\n\nHow little know they life’s divinest bliss,\n That know not to possess and yet refrain!\n Let the young Psyche roam, a fleeting kiss:\n Grasp it—a few poor grains of dust remain.\n See how those floating flowers, the butterflies,\n Hover the garden thro’, and take no root!\n Desire for ever hath a flying foot:\n Free pleasure comes and goes beneath the skies.\n\nClose not thy hand upon the innocent joy\n That trusts itself within thy reach. It may,\n Or may not, linger. Thou canst but destroy\n The wingèd wanderer. Let it go or stay.\n Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.\n Think! Midas starved by turning all to gold.\n Blessèd are those that spare, and that withhold;\n Because the whole world shall be trusted them.\n\nThe foolish Faun pursues the unwilling Nymph\n That culls her flowers beside the precipice\n Or dips her shining ankles in the lymph:\n But, just when she must perish or be his,\n Heaven puts an arm out. She is safe. The shore\n Gains some new fountain; or the lilied lawn\n A rarer sort of rose: but ah, poor Faun!\n To thee she shall be changed for evermore.\n\nChase not too close the fading rapture. Leave\n To Love his long auroras, slowly seen.\n Be ready to release as to receive.\n Deem those the nearest, soul to soul, between\n Whose lips yet lingers reverence on a sigh.\n Judge what thy sense can reach not, most thine own,\n If once thy soul hath seized it. The unknown\n Is life to love, religion, poetry.\n\nThe moon had set. There was not any light,\n Save of the lonely legion’d watch-stars pale\n In outer air, and what by fits made bright\n Hot oleanders in a rosy vale\n Searched by the lamping fly, whose little spark\n Went in and out, like passion’s bashful hope.\n Meanwhile the sleepy globe began to slope\n A ponderous shoulder sunward thro’ the dark.\n\nAnd the night pass’d in beauty like a dream.\n Aloof in those dark heavens paused Destiny,\n With her last star descending in the gleam\n Of the cold morrow, from the emptied sky.\n The hour, the distance from her old self, all\n The novelty and loneness of the place\n Had left a lovely awe on that fair face,\n And all the land grew strange and magical.\n\nAs droops some billowy cloud to the crouch’d hill,\n Heavy with all heaven’s tears, for all earth’s care,\n She droop’d unto me, without force or will,\n And sank upon my bosom, murmuring there\n A woman’s inarticulate passionate words.\n O moment of all moments upon earth!\n O life’s supreme! How worth, how wildly worth,\n Whole worlds of flame, to know this world affords.\n\nWhat even Eternity can not restore!\n When all the ends of life take hands and meet\n Round centres of sweet fire. Ah, never more,\n Ah never, shall the bitter with the sweet\n Be mingled so in the pale after-years!\n One hour of life immortal spirits possess.\n This drains the world, and leaves but weariness,\n And parching passion, and perplexing tears.\n\nSad is it, that we cannot even keep\n That hour to sweeten life’s last toil: but Youth\n Grasps all, and leaves us: and when we would weep,\n We dare not let our tears fall, lest, in truth,\n They fall upon our work which must be done.\n And so we bind up our torn hearts from breaking:\n Our eyes from weeping, and our brows from aching:\n And follow the long pathway all alone.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_794","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"794","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1831-1892"},{"id":"oxford-795","title":"The Last Wish","poet":"Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton, Earl Of Lytton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SINCE all that I can ever do for thee\n Is to do nothing, this my prayer must be:\n That thou mayst never guess nor ever see\n The all-endured this nothing-done costs me.","themes":["spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_795","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"795","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1831-1892"},{"id":"oxford-796","title":"In the Train","poet":"James Thomson (1834–1882)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"AS we rush, as we rush in the Train,\n The trees and the houses go wheeling back,\n But the starry heavens above the plain\n Come flying on our track.\n\nAll the beautiful stars of the sky,\n The silver doves of the forest of Night,\n Over the dull earth swarm and fly,\n Companions of our flight.\n\nWe will rush ever on without fear;\n Let the goal be far, the flight be fleet!\n For we carry the Heavens with us, dear,\n While the Earth slips from our feet!","themes":["love","nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_796","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"796","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1834-1882"},{"id":"oxford-797","title":"Sunday up the River","poet":"James Thomson (1834–1882)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"MY love o’er the water bends dreaming;\n It glideth and glideth away:\n She sees there her own beauty, gleaming\n Through shadow and ripple and spray.\n\nO tell her, thou murmuring river,\n As past her your light wavelets roll,\n How steadfast that image for ever\n Shines pure in pure depths of my soul.","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_797","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"797","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1834-1882"},{"id":"oxford-798","title":"Gifts","poet":"James Thomson (1834–1882)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"GIVE a man a horse he can ride,\n Give a man a boat he can sail;\n And his rank and wealth, his strength and health,\n On sea nor shore shall fail.\n\nGive a man a pipe he can smoke,\n Give a man a book he can read:\n And his home is bright with a calm delight,\n Though the room be poor indeed.\n\nGive a man a girl he can love,\n As I, O my love, love thee;\n And his heart is great with the pulse of Fate,\n At home, on land, on sea.","themes":["love","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_798","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"798","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1834-1882"},{"id":"oxford-799","title":"The Vine","poet":"James Thomson (1834–1882)","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE wine of Love is music,\n And the feast of Love is song:\n And when Love sits down to the banquet,\n Love sits long:\n\nSits long and arises drunken,\n But not with the feast and the wine;\n He reeleth with his own heart,\n That great, rich Vine.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_799","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"799","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1834-1882"},{"id":"oxford-800","title":"Summer Dawn","poet":"William Morris","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"PRAY but one prayer for me ’twixt thy closed lips,\n Think but one thought of me up in the stars.\n The summer night waneth, the morning light slips\n Faint and gray ’twixt the leaves of the aspen, betwixt the cloud-bars,\n That are patiently waiting there for the dawn:\n Patient and colourless, though Heaven’s gold\n Waits to float through them along with the sun.\n Far out in the meadows, above the young corn,\n The heavy elms wait, and restless and cold\n The uneasy wind rises; the roses are dun;\n Through the long twilight they pray for the dawn\n Round the lone house in the midst of the corn.\n Speak but one word to me over the corn,\n Over the tender, bow’d locks of the corn.","themes":["nature","hope","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_800","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"800","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1834-1896"},{"id":"oxford-801","title":"Love is enough","poet":"William Morris","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"LOVE is enough: though the World be a-waning,\n And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,\n Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover\n The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,\n Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,\n And this day draw a veil over all deeds pass’d over,\n Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter;\n The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter\n These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_801","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"801","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1834-1896"},{"id":"oxford-802","title":"The Nymph’s Song to Hylas","poet":"William Morris","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I KNOW a little garden-close\n Set thick with lily and red rose,\n Where I would wander if I might\n From dewy dawn to dewy night,\n And have one with me wandering.\n\nAnd though within it no birds sing,\n And though no pillar’d house is there,\n And though the apple boughs are bare\n Of fruit and blossom, would to God,\n Her feet upon the green grass trod,\n And I beheld them as before!\n\nThere comes a murmur from the shore,\n And in the place two fair streams are,\n Drawn from the purple hills afar,\n Drawn down unto the restless sea;\n The hills whose flowers ne’er fed the bee,\n The shore no ship has ever seen,\n Still beaten by the billows green,\n Whose murmur comes unceasingly\n Unto the place for which I cry.\n\nFor which I cry both day and night,\n For which I let slip all delight,\n That maketh me both deaf and blind,\n Careless to win, unskill’d to find,\n And quick to lose what all men seek.\n\nYet tottering as I am, and weak,\n Still have I left a little breath\n To seek within the jaws of death\n An entrance to that happy place;\n To seek the unforgotten face\n Once seen, once kiss’d, once reft from me\n Anigh the murmuring of the sea.","themes":["love","nature","hope","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_802","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"802","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1834-1896"},{"id":"oxford-803","title":"The Water-Nymph and the Boy","poet":"Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I FLUNG me round him,\n I drew him under;\n I clung, I drown’d him,\n My own white wonder!...\n\nFather and mother,\n Weeping and wild,\n Came to the forest,\n Calling the child,\n Came from the palace,\n Down to the pool,\n Calling my darling,\n My beautiful!\n Under the water,\n Cold and so pale!\n Could it be love made\n Beauty to fail?\n\nAh me for mortals!\n In a few moons,\n If I had left him,\n After some Junes\n He would have faded,\n Faded away,\n He, the young monarch, whom\n All would obey,\n Fairer than day;\n Alien to springtime,\n Joyless and gray,\n He would have faded,\n Faded away,\n Moving a mockery,\n Scorn’d of the day!\n Now I have taken him\n All in his prime,\n Saved from slow poisoning\n Pitiless Time,\n Fill’d with his happiness,\n One with the prime,\n Saved from the cruel\n Dishonour of Time.\n Laid him, my beautiful,\n Laid him to rest,\n Loving, adorable,\n Softly to rest,\n Here in my crystalline,\n Here in my breast!","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_803","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"803","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1834-1894"},{"id":"oxford-804","title":"The Old","poet":"Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THEY are waiting on the shore\n For the bark to take them home:\n They will toil and grieve no more;\n The hour for release hath come.\n\nAll their long life lies behind\n Like a dimly blending dream:\n There is nothing left to bind\n To the realms that only seem.\n\nThey are waiting for the boat;\n There is nothing left to do:\n What was near them grows remote,\n Happy silence falls like dew;\n Now the shadowy bark is come,\n And the weary may go home.\n\nBy still water they would rest\n In the shadow of the tree:\n After battle sleep is best,\n After noise, tranquillity.","themes":["nature","loneliness","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_804","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"804","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1834-1894"},{"id":"oxford-805","title":"Meet We no Angels, Pansie?","poet":"Thomas Ashe","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"CAME, on a Sabbath noon, my sweet,\n In white, to find her lover;\n The grass grew proud beneath her feet,\n The green elm-leaves above her:—\n Meet we no angels, Pansie?\n\nShe said, ‘We meet no angels now’;\n And soft lights stream’d upon her;\n And with white hand she touch’d a bough;\n She did it that great honour:—\n What! meet no angels, Pansie?\n\nO sweet brown hat, brown hair, brown eyes,\n Down-dropp’d brown eyes, so tender!\n Then what said I? Gallant replies\n Seem flattery, and offend her:—\n But—meet no angels, Pansie?","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_805","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"805","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1836-1889"},{"id":"oxford-806","title":"To Two Bereaved","poet":"Thomas Ashe","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"YOU must be sad; for though it is to Heaven,\n ’Tis hard to yield a little girl of seven.\n Alas, for me ’tis hard my grief to rule,\n Who only met her as she went to school;\n Who never heard the little lips so sweet\n Say even ‘Good-morning,’ though our eyes would meet\n As whose would fain be friends! How must you sigh,\n Sick for your loss, when even so sad am I,\n Who never clasp’d the small hands any day!\n Fair flowers thrive round the little grave, I pray.","themes":["nature","grief","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_806","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"806","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1836-1889"},{"id":"oxford-807","title":"Wassail Chorus at the Mermaid Tavern","poet":"Theodore Watts-Dunton","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"CHRISTMAS knows a merry, merry place,\n Where he goes with fondest face,\n Brightest eye, brightest hair:\n Tell the Mermaid where is that one place,\n Where?\n\nRaleigh.\n\n’Tis by Devon’s glorious halls,\n Whence, dear Ben, I come again:\n Bright of golden roofs and walls—\n El Dorado’s rare domain—\n Seem those halls when sunlight launches\n Shafts of gold thro’ leafless branches,\n Where the winter’s feathery mantle blanches\n Field and farm and lane.\n\nChorus. Christmas knows a merry, merry place, &c.\n\nDrayton.\n\n’Tis where Avon’s wood-sprites weave\n Through the boughs a lace of rime,\n While the bells of Christmas Eve\n Fling for Will the Stratford-chime\n O’er the river-flags emboss’d\n Rich with flowery runes of frost—\n O’er the meads where snowy tufts are toss’d—\n Strains of olden time.\n\nChorus. Christmas knows a merry, merry place, &c.\n\nShakespeare’s Friend.\n\n’Tis, methinks, on any ground\n Where our Shakespeare’s feet are set.\n There smiles Christmas, holly-crown’d\n With his blithest coronet:\n Friendship’s face he loveth well:\n ’Tis a countenance whose spell\n Sheds a balm o’er every mead and dell\n Where we used to fret.\n\nChorus. Christmas knows a merry, merry place, &c.\n\nHeywood.\n\nMore than all the pictures, Ben,\n Winter weaves by wood or stream,\n Christmas loves our London, when\n Rise thy clouds of wassail-steam—\n Clouds like these, that, curling, take\n Forms of faces gone, and wake\n Many a lay from lips we loved, and make\n London like a dream.\n\nChorus. Christmas knows a merry, merry place, &c.\n\nBen Jonson.\n\nLove’s old songs shall never die,\n Yet the new shall suffer proof:\n Love’s old drink of Yule brew I\n Wassail for new love’s behoof.\n Drink the drink I brew, and sing\n Till the berried branches swing,\n Till our song make all the Mermaid ring—\n Yea, from rush to roof.\n\nFinale.\n\nChristmas loves this merry, merry place;\n Christmas saith with fondest face,\n Brightest eye, brightest hair:\n ‘Ben, the drink tastes rare of sack and mace;\n Rare!’","themes":["love","nature","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_807","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"807","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1836-1914"},{"id":"oxford-808","title":"Chorus from ‘Atalanta’","poet":"Algernon Charles Swinburne","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHEN the hounds of spring are on winter’s traces,\n The mother of months in meadow or plain\n Fills the shadows and windy places\n With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain;\n And the brown bright nightingale amorous\n Is half assuaged for Itylus,\n For the Thracian ships and the foreign faces.\n The tongueless vigil, and all the pain.\n\nCome with bows bent and with emptying of quivers,\n Maiden most perfect, lady of light,\n With a noise of winds and many rivers,\n With a clamour of waters, and with might;\n Bind on thy sandals, O thou most fleet,\n Over the splendour and speed of thy feet;\n For the faint east quickens, the wan west shivers,\n Round the feet of the day and the feet of the night.\n\nWhere shall we find her, how shall we sing to her,\n Fold our hands round her knees, and cling?\n O that man’s heart were as fire and could spring to her,\n Fire, or the strength of the streams that spring!\n For the stars and the winds are unto her\n As raiment, as songs of the harp-player;\n For the risen stars and the fallen cling to her,\n And the southwest-wind and the west-wind sing.\n\nFor winter’s rains and ruins are over,\n And all the season of snows and sins;\n The days dividing lover and lover,\n The light that loses, the night that wins;\n And time remember’d is grief forgotten,\n And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,\n And in green underwood and cover\n Blossom by blossom the spring begins.\n\nThe full streams feed on flower of rushes,\n Ripe grasses trammel a travelling foot,\n The faint fresh flame of the young year flushes\n From leaf to flower and flower to fruit;\n And fruit and leaf are as gold and fire,\n And the oat is heard above the lyre,\n And the hoofèd heel of a satyr crushes\n The chestnut-husk at the chestnut-root.\n\nAnd Pan by noon and Bacchus by night,\n Fleeter of foot than the fleet-foot kid,\n Follows with dancing and fills with delight\n The Mænad and the Bassarid;\n And soft as lips that laugh and hide\n The laughing leaves of the trees divide,\n And screen from seeing and leave in sight\n The god pursuing, the maiden hid.\n\nThe ivy falls with the Bacchanal’s hair\n Over her eyebrows hiding her eyes;\n The wild vine slipping down leaves bare\n Her bright breast shortening into sighs;\n The wild vine slips with the weight of its leaves,\n But the berried ivy catches and cleaves\n To the limbs that glitter, the feet that scare\n The wolf that follows, the fawn that flies.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_808","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"808","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1837-1909"},{"id":"oxford-809","title":"Hertha","poet":"Algernon Charles Swinburne","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I AM that which began;\n Out of me the years roll;\n Out of me God and man;\n I am equal and whole;\n God changes, and man, and the form of them bodily; I am the soul.\n\nBefore ever land was,\n Before ever the sea,\n Or soft hair of the grass,\n Or fair limbs of the tree,\n Or the flesh-colour’d fruit of my branches, I was, and thy soul was in me.\n\nFirst life on my sources\n First drifted and swam;\n Out of me are the forces\n That save it or damn;\n Out of me man and woman, and wild-beast and bird: before God was, I am.\n\nBeside or above me\n Naught is there to go;\n Love or unlove me,\n Unknow me or know,\n I am that which unloves me and loves; I am stricken, and I am the blow.\n\nI the mark that is miss’d\n And the arrows that miss,\n I the mouth that is kiss’d\n And the breath in the kiss,\n The search, and the sought, and the seeker, the soul and the body that is.\n\nI am that thing which blesses\n My spirit elate;\n That which caresses\n With hands uncreate\n My limbs unbegotten that measure the length of the measure of fate.\n\nBut what thing dost thou now,\n Looking Godward, to cry,\n ‘I am I, thou art thou,\n I am low, thou art high’?\n I am thou, whom thou seekest to find him; find thou but thyself, thou art I.\n\nI the grain and the furrow,\n The plough-cloven clod\n And the ploughshare drawn thorough,\n The germ and the sod,\n The deed and the doer, the seed and the sower, the dust which is God.\n\nHast thou known how I fashion’d thee,\n Child, underground?\n Fire that impassion’d thee,\n Iron that bound,\n Dim changes of water, what thing of all these hast thou known of or found?\n\nCanst thou say in thine heart\n Thou hast seen with thine eyes\n With what cunning of art\n Thou wast wrought in what wise,\n By what force of what stuff thou wast shapen, and shown on my breast to the skies?\n\nWho hath given, who hath sold it thee,\n Knowledge of me?\n Has the wilderness told it thee?\n Hast thou learnt of the sea?\n Hast thou communed in spirit with night? have the winds taken counsel with thee?\n\nHave I set such a star\n To show light on thy brow\n That thou sawest from afar\n What I show to thee now?\n Have ye spoken as brethren together, the sun and the mountains and thou?\n\nWhat is here, dost thou know it?\n What was, hast thou known?\n Prophet nor poet\n Nor tripod nor throne\n Nor spirit nor flesh can make answer, but only thy mother alone.\n\nMother, not maker,\n Born, and not made;\n Though her children forsake her,\n Allured or afraid,\n Praying prayers to the God of their fashion, she stirs not for all that have pray’d.\n\nA creed is a rod,\n And a crown is of night;\n But this thing is God,\n To be man with thy might,\n To grow straight in the strength of thy spirit, and live out thy life as the light.\n\nI am in thee to save thee,\n As my soul in thee saith;\n Give thou as I gave thee,\n Thy life-blood and breath,\n Green leaves of thy labour, white flowers of thy thought, and red fruit of thy death.\n\nBe the ways of thy giving\n As mine were to thee;\n The free life of thy living,\n Be the gift of it free;\n Not as servant to lord, nor as master to slave, shalt thou give thee to me.\n\nO children of banishment,\n Souls overcast,\n Were the lights ye see vanish meant\n Alway to last,\n Ye would know not the sun overshining the shadows and stars overpast.\n\nI that saw where ye trod\n The dim paths of the night\n Set the shadow call’d God\n In your skies to give light;\n But the morning of manhood is risen, and the shadowless soul is in sight.\n\nThe tree many-rooted\n That swells to the sky\n With frondage red-fruited,\n The life-tree am I;\n In the buds of your lives is the sap of my leaves: ye shall live and not die.\n\nBut the Gods of your fashion\n That take and that give,\n In their pity and passion\n That scourge and forgive,\n They are worms that are bred in the bark that falls off; they shall die and not live.\n\nMy own blood is what stanches\n The wounds in my bark;\n Stars caught in my branches\n Make day of the dark,\n And are worshipp’d as suns till the sunrise shall tread out their fires as a spark.\n\nWhere dead ages hide under\n The live roots of the tree,\n In my darkness the thunder\n Makes utterance of me;\n In the clash of my boughs with each other ye hear the waves sound of the sea.\n\nThat noise is of Time,\n As his feathers are spread\n And his feet set to climb\n Through the boughs overhead,\n And my foliage rings round him and rustles, and branches are bent with his tread.\n\nThe storm-winds of ages\n Blow through me and cease,\n The war-wind that rages,\n The spring-wind of peace,\n Ere the breath of them roughen my tresses, ere one of my blossoms increase.\n\nAll sounds of all changes,\n All shadows and lights\n On the world’s mountain-ranges\n And stream-riven heights,\n Whose tongue is the wind’s tongue and language of storm-clouds on earth-shaking nights;\n\nAll forms of all faces,\n All works of all hands\n In unsearchable places\n Of time-stricken lands,\n All death and all life, and all reigns and all ruins, drop through me as sands.\n\nThough sore be my burden\n And more than ye know,\n And my growth have no guerdon\n But only to grow,\n Yet I fail not of growing for lightnings above me or deathworms below.\n\nThese too have their part in me,\n As I too in these;\n Such fire is at heart in me,\n Such sap is this tree’s,\n Which hath in it all sounds and all secrets of infinite lands and of seas.\n\nIn the spring-colour’d hours\n When my mind was as May’s\n There brake forth of me flowers\n By centuries of days,\n Strong blossoms with perfume of manhood, shot out from my spirit as rays.\n\nAnd the sound of them springing\n And smell of their shoots\n Were as warmth and sweet singing\n And strength to my roots;\n And the lives of my children made perfect with freedom of soul were my fruits.\n\nI bid you but be;\n I have need not of prayer;\n I have need of you free\n As your mouths of mine air;\n That my heart may be greater within me, beholding the fruits of me fair.\n\nMore fair than strange fruit is\n Of faiths ye espouse;\n In me only the root is\n That blooms in your boughs;\n Behold now your God that ye made you, to feed him with faith of your vows.\n\nIn the darkening and whitening\n Abysses adored,\n With dayspring and lightning\n For lamp and for sword,\n God thunders in heaven, and his angels are red with the wrath of the Lord.\n\nO my sons, O too dutiful\n Toward Gods not of me,\n Was not I enough beautiful?\n Was it hard to be free?\n For behold, I am with you, am in you and of you; look forth now and see.\n\nLo, wing’d with world’s wonders,\n With miracles shod,\n With the fires of his thunders\n For raiment and rod,\n God trembles in heaven, and his angels are white with the terror of God.\n\nFor his twilight is come on him,\n His anguish is here;\n And his spirits gaze dumb on him,\n Grown gray from his fear;\n And his hour taketh hold on him stricken, the last of his infinite year.\n Thought made him and breaks him,\n Truth slays and forgives;\n But to you, as time takes him,\n This new thing it gives,\n Even love, the belovèd Republic, that feeds upon freedom and lives.\n\nFor truth only is living,\n Truth only is whole,\n And the love of his giving\n Man’s polestar and pole;\n Man, pulse of my centre, and fruit of my body, and seed of my soul.\n\nOne birth of my bosom;\n One beam of mine eye;\n One topmost blossom\n That scales the sky;\n Man, equal and one with me, man that is made of me, man that is I.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_809","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1837-1909"},{"id":"oxford-810","title":"Ave atque Vale","poet":"Algernon Charles Swinburne","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SHALL I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel,\n Brother, on this that was the veil of thee?\n Or quiet sea-flower moulded by the sea,\n Or simplest growth of meadow-sweet or sorrel,\n Such as the summer-sleepy Dryads weave,\n Waked up by snow-soft sudden rains at eve?\n Or wilt thou rather, as on earth before,\n Half-faded fiery blossoms, pale with heat\n And full of bitter summer, but more sweet\n To thee than gleanings of a northern shore\n Trod by no tropic feet?\n\nFor always thee the fervid languid glories\n Allured of heavier suns in mightier skies;\n Thine ears knew all the wandering watery sighs\n Where the sea sobs round Lesbian promontories,\n The barren kiss of piteous wave to wave\n That knows not where is that Leucadian grave\n Which hides too deep the supreme head of song.\n Ah, salt and sterile as her kisses were,\n The wild sea winds her and the green gulfs bear\n Hither and thither, and vex and work her wrong,\n Blind gods that cannot spare.\n\nThou sawest, in thine old singing season, brother,\n Secrets and sorrows unbeheld of us:\n Fierce loves, and lovely leaf-buds poisonous,\n Bare to thy subtler eye, but for none other\n Blowing by night in some unbreathed-in clime;\n The hidden harvest of luxurious time,\n Sin without shape, and pleasure without speech;\n And where strange dreams in a tumultuous sleep\n Make the shut eyes of stricken spirits weep;\n And with each face thou sawest the shadow on each,\n Seeing as men sow men reap.\n\nO sleepless heart and sombre soul unsleeping,\n That were athirst for sleep and no more life\n And no more love, for peace and no more strife!\n Now the dim gods of death have in their keeping\n Spirit and body and all the springs of song,\n Is it well now where love can do no wrong,\n Where stingless pleasure has no foam or fang\n Behind the unopening closure of her lips?\n Is it not well where soul from body slips\n And flesh from bone divides without a pang\n As dew from flower-bell drips?\n\nIt is enough; the end and the beginning\n Are one thing to thee, who art past the end.\n O hand unclasp’d of unbeholden friend,\n For thee no fruits to pluck, no palms for winning,\n No triumph and no labour and no lust,\n Only dead yew-leaves and a little dust.\n O quiet eyes wherein the light saith naught,\n Whereto the day is dumb, nor any night\n With obscure finger silences your sight,\n Nor in your speech the sudden soul speaks thought,\n Sleep, and have sleep for light.\n\nNow all strange hours and all strange loves are over,\n Dreams and desires and sombre songs and sweet,\n Hast thou found place at the great knees and feet\n Of some pale Titan-woman like a lover,\n Such as thy vision here solicited,\n Under the shadow of her fair vast head,\n The deep division of prodigious breasts,\n The solemn slope of mighty limbs asleep,\n The weight of awful tresses that still keep\n The savour and shade of old-world pine-forests\n Where the wet hill-winds weep?\n\nHast thou found any likeness for thy vision?\n O gardener of strange flowers, what bud, what bloom,\n Hast thou found sown, what gather’d in the gloom?\n What of despair, of rapture, of derision,\n What of life is there, what of ill or good?\n Are the fruits gray like dust or bright like blood?\n Does the dim ground grow any seed of ours,\n The faint fields quicken any terrene root,\n In low lands where the sun and moon are mute\n And all the stars keep silence? Are there flowers\n At all, or any fruit?\n\nAlas, but though my flying song flies after,\n O sweet strange elder singer, thy more fleet\n Singing, and footprints of thy fleeter feet,\n Some dim derision of mysterious laughter\n From the blind tongueless warders of the dead,\n Some gainless glimpse of Proserpine’s veil’d head,\n Some little sound of unregarded tears\n Wept by effaced unprofitable eyes,\n And from pale mouths some cadence of dead sighs—\n These only, these the hearkening spirit hears,\n Sees only such things rise.\n\nThou art far too far for wings of words to follow,\n Far too far off for thought or any prayer.\n What ails us with thee, who art wind and air?\n What ails us gazing where all seen is hollow?\n Yet with some fancy, yet with some desire,\n Dreams pursue death as winds a flying fire,\n Our dreams pursue our dead and do not find.\n Still, and more swift than they, the thin flame flies,\n The low light fails us in elusive skies,\n Still the foil’d earnest ear is deaf, and blind\n Are still the eluded eyes.\n\nNot thee, O never thee, in all time’s changes,\n Not thee, but this the sound of thy sad soul,\n The shadow of thy swift spirit, this shut scroll\n I lay my hand on, and not death estranges\n My spirit from communion of thy song—\n These memories and these melodies that throng\n Veil’d porches of a Muse funereal—\n These I salute, these touch, these clasp and fold\n As though a hand were in my hand to hold,\n Or through mine ears a mourning musical\n Of many mourners roll’d.\n\nI among these, I also, in such station\n As when the pyre was charr’d, and piled the sods.\n And offering to the dead made, and their gods,\n The old mourners had, standing to make libation,\n I stand, and to the Gods and to the dead\n Do reverence without prayer or praise, and shed\n Offering to these unknown, the gods of gloom,\n And what of honey and spice my seed-lands bear,\n And what I may of fruits in this chill’d air,\n And lay, Orestes-like, across the tomb\n A curl of sever’d hair.\n\nBut by no hand nor any treason stricken,\n Not like the low-lying head of Him, the King,\n The flame that made of Troy a ruinous thing,\n Thou liest and on this dust no tears could quicken.\n There fall no tears like theirs that all men hear\n Fall tear by sweet imperishable tear\n Down the opening leaves of holy poets’ pages.\n Thee not Orestes, not Electra mourns;\n But bending us-ward with memorial urns\n The most high Muses that fulfil all ages\n Weep, and our God’s heart yearns.\n\nFor, sparing of his sacred strength, not often\n Among us darkling here the lord of light\n Makes manifest his music and his might\n In hearts that open and in lips that soften\n With the soft flame and heat of songs that shine.\n Thy lips indeed he touch’d with bitter wine,\n And nourish’d them indeed with bitter bread;\n Yet surely from his hand thy soul’s food came,\n The fire that scarr’d thy spirit at his flame\n Was lighted, and thine hungering heart he fed\n Who feeds our hearts with fame.\n\nTherefore he too now at thy soul’s sunsetting,\n God of all suns and songs, he too bends down\n To mix his laurel with thy cypress crown,\n And save thy dust from blame and from forgetting.\n Therefore he too, seeing all thou wert and art,\n Compassionate, with sad and sacred heart,\n Mourns thee of many his children the last dead,\n And hallows with strange tears and alien sighs\n Thine unmelodious mouth and sunless eyes,\n And over thine irrevocable head\n Sheds light from the under skies.\n\nAnd one weeps with him in the ways Lethean,\n And stains with tears her changing bosom chill;\n That obscure Venus of the hollow hill,\n That thing transformed which was the Cytherean,\n With lips that lost their Grecian laugh divine\n Long since, and face no more call’d Erycine—\n A ghost, a bitter and luxurious god.\n Thee also with fair flesh and singing spell\n Did she, a sad and second prey, compel\n Into the footless places once more trod,\n And shadows hot from hell.\n\nAnd now no sacred staff shall break in blossom,\n No choral salutation lure to light\n A spirit sick with perfume and sweet night\n And love’s tired eyes and hands and barren bosom.\n There is no help for these things; none to mend,\n And none to mar; not all our songs, O friend,\n Will make death clear or make life durable.\n Howbeit with rose and ivy and wild vine\n And with wild notes about this dust of thine\n At least I fill the place where white dreams dwell\n And wreathe an unseen shrine.\n\nSleep; and if life was bitter to thee, pardon,\n If sweet, give thanks; thou hast no more to live;\n And to give thanks is good, and to forgive.\n Out of the mystic and the mournful garden\n Where all day through thine hands in barren braid\n Wove the sick flowers of secrecy and shade,\n Green buds of sorrow and sin, and remnants gray,\n Sweet-smelling, pale with poison, sanguine-hearted,\n Passions that sprang from sleep and thoughts that started,\n Shall death not bring us all as thee one day\n Among the days departed?\n\nFor thee, O now a silent soul, my brother,\n Take at my hands this garland, and farewell.\n Thin is the leaf, and chill the wintry smell,\n And chill the solemn earth, a fatal mother,\n With sadder than the Niobean womb,\n And in the hollow of her breasts a tomb.\n Content thee, howsoe’er, whose days are done;\n There lies not any troublous thing before,\n Nor sight nor sound to war against thee more,\n For whom all winds are quiet as the sun,\n All waters as the shore.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_810","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1837-1909"},{"id":"oxford-811","title":"Itylus","poet":"Algernon Charles Swinburne","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SWALLOW, my sister, O sister swallow,\n How can thine heart be full of the spring?\n A thousand summers are over and dead.\n What hast thou found in the spring to follow?\n What hast thou found in thine heart to sing?\n What wilt thou do when the summer is shed?\n\nO swallow, sister, O fair swift swallow,\n Why wilt thou fly after spring to the south,\n The soft south whither thine heart is set?\n Shall not the grief of the old time follow?\n Shall not the song thereof cleave to thy mouth?\n Hast thou forgotten ere I forget?\n\nSister, my sister, O fleet sweet swallow,\n Thy way is long to the sun and the south;\n But I, fulfill’d of my heart’s desire,\n Shedding my song upon height, upon hollow,\n From tawny body and sweet small mouth\n Feed the heart of the night with fire.\n\nI the nightingale all spring through,\n O swallow, sister, O changing swallow,\n All spring through till the spring be done,\n Clothed with the light of the night on the dew,\n Sing, while the hours and the wild birds follow,\n Take flight and follow and find the sun.\n\nSister, my sister, O soft light swallow,\n Though all things feast in the spring’s guest-chamber,\n How hast thou heart to be glad thereof yet?\n For where thou fliest I shall not follow,\n Till life forget and death remember,\n Till thou remember and I forget.\n\nSwallow, my sister, O singing swallow,\n I know not how thou hast heart to sing.\n Hast thou the heart? is it all past over?\n Thy lord the summer is good to follow,\n And fair the feet of thy lover the spring:\n But what wilt thou say to the spring thy lover?\n\nO swallow, sister, O fleeting swallow,\n My heart in me is a molten ember\n And over my head the waves have met.\n But thou wouldst tarry or I would follow\n Could I forget or thou remember,\n Couldst thou remember and I forget.\n\nO sweet stray sister, O shifting swallow,\n The heart’s division divideth us.\n Thy heart is light as a leaf of a tree;\n But mine goes forth among sea-gulfs hollow\n To the place of the slaying of Itylus,\n The feast of Daulis, the Thracian sea.\n\nO swallow, sister, O rapid swallow,\n I pray thee sing not a little space.\n\nAre not the roofs and the lintels wet?\n The woven web that was plain to follow,\n The small slain body, the flower-like face,\n Can I remember if thou forget?\n\nO sister, sister, thy first-begotten!\n The hands that cling and the feet that follow,\n The voice of the child’s blood crying yet,\n Who hath remember’d me? who hath forgotten?\n Thou hast forgotten, O summer swallow,\n But the world shall end when I forget.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_811","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"811","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1837-1909"},{"id":"oxford-813","title":"What the Bullet sang","poet":"Bret Harte","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O JOY of creation,\n To be!\n O rapture, to fly\n And be free!\n Be the battle lost or won,\n Though its smoke shall hide the sun,\n I shall find my love—the one\n Born for me!\n\nI shall know him where he stands\n All alone,\n With the power in his hands\n Not o’erthrown;\n I shall know him by his face,\n By his godlike front and grace;\n I shall hold him for a space\n All my own!\n\nIt is he—O my love!\n So bold!\n It is I—all thy love\n Foretold!\n It is I—O love, what bliss!\n Dost thou answer to my kiss?\n O sweetheart! what is this\n Lieth there so cold?","themes":["love","loneliness","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_813","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"813","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1839-1902"},{"id":"oxford-814","title":"Maureen","poet":"John Todhunter","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"O YOU plant the pain in my heart with your wistful eyes,\n Girl of my choice, Maureen!\n Will you drive me mad for the kisses your shy, sweet mouth denies,\n Maureen?\n\nLike a walking ghost I am, and no words to woo,\n White rose of the West, Maureen:\n For it’s pale you are, and the fear that’s on you is over me too,\n Maureen!\n\nSure it’s one complaint that’s on us, asthore, this day,\n Bride of my dreams, Maureen:\n The smart of the bee that stung us his honey must cure, they say,\n Maureen!\n\nI’ll coax the light to your eyes, and the rose to your face,\n Mavourneen, my own Maureen!\n When I feel the warmth of your breast, and your nest is my arm’s embrace,\n Maureen!\n\nO where was the King o’ the World that day—only me?\n My one true love, Maureen!\n And you the Queen with me there, and your throne in my heart, machree,\n Maureen!","themes":["love","nature","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_814","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"814","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1839-1916"},{"id":"oxford-815","title":"Aghadoe","poet":"John Todhunter","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THERE’s a glade in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe,\n There’s a green and silent glade in Aghadoe,\n Where we met, my love and I, Love’s fair planet in the sky,\n O’er that sweet and silent glade in Aghadoe.\n\nThere’s a glen in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe,\n There’s a deep and secret glen in Aghadoe,\n Where I hid from the eyes of the red-coats and their spies,\n That year the trouble came to Aghadoe.\n\nO, my curse on one black heart in Aghadoe, Aghadoe,\n On Shaun Dhu, my mother’s son in Aghadoe!\n When your throat fries in hell’s drouth, salt the flame be in your mouth,\n For the treachery you did in Aghadoe!\n\nFor they track’d me to that glen in Aghadoe, Aghadoe,\n When the price was on his head in Aghadoe:\n O’er the mountain, through the wood, as I stole to him with food,\n Where in hiding lone he lay in Aghadoe.\n\nBut they never took him living in Aghadoe, Aghadoe;\n With the bullets in his heart in Aghadoe,\n There he lay, the head, my breast keeps the warmth of where ’twould rest,\n Gone, to win the traitor’s gold, from Aghadoe!\n\nI walk’d to Mallow town from Aghadoe, Aghadoe,\n Brought his head from the gaol’s gate to Aghadoe;\n Then I cover’d him with fern, and I piled on him the cairn,\n Like an Irish King he sleeps in Aghadoe.\n\nO, to creep into that cairn in Aghadoe, Aghadoe!\n There to rest upon his breast in Aghadoe!\n Sure your dog for you could die with no truer heart than I,\n Your own love, cold on your cairn in Aghadoe.","themes":["love","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_815","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"815","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1839-1916"},{"id":"oxford-827","title":"Mooni","poet":"Henry Clarence Kendall","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"HE that is by Mooni now\n Sees the water-sapphires gleaming\n Where the River Spirit, dreaming,\n Sleeps by fall and fountain streaming\n Under lute of leaf and bough!—\n Hears what stamp of Storm with stress is,\n Psalms from unseen wildernesses\n Deep amongst far hill-recesses—\n He that is by Mooni now.\n\nYea, for him by Mooni’s marge\n Sings the yellow-hair’d September,\n With the face the gods remember,\n When the ridge is burnt to ember,\n And the dumb sea chains the barge!\n Where the mount like molten brass is,\n Down beneath fern-feather’d passes\n Noonday dew in cool green grasses\n Gleams on him by Mooni’s marge.\n\nWho that dwells by Mooni yet,\n Feels in flowerful forest arches\n Smiting wings and breath that parches\n Where strong Summer’s path of march is,\n And the suns in thunder set!\n Housed beneath the gracious kirtle\n Of the shadowy water-myrtle—\n Winds may kiss with heat and hurtle,\n He is safe by Mooni yet!\n\nDays there were when he who sings\n (Dumb so long through passion’s losses)\n Stood where Mooni’s water crosses\n Shining tracks of green-hair’d mosses,\n Like a soul with radiant wings:\n Then the psalm the wind rehearses—\n Then the song the stream disperses—\n Lent a beauty to his verses,\n Who to-night of Mooni sings.\n\nAh, the theme—the sad, gray theme!\n Certain days are not above me,\n Certain hearts have ceased to love me,\n Certain fancies fail to move me,\n Like the effluent morning dream.\n Head whereon the white is stealing,\n Heart whose hurts are past all healing,\n Where is now the first, pure feeling?\n Ah, the theme—the sad, gray theme!\n . . .\n Still to be by Mooni cool—\n Where the water-blossoms glister,\n And by gleaming vale and vista\n Sits the English April’s sister,\n Soft and sweet and wonderful!\n Just to rest beneath the burning\n Outer world—its sneers and spurning—\n Ah, my heart—my heart is yearning\n Still to be by Mooni cool!","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_827","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"827","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1841-1882"},{"id":"oxford-828","title":"Ode","poet":"Arthur William Edgar O’Shaughnessy","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WE are the music-makers,\n And we are the dreamers of dreams,\n Wandering by lone sea-breakers,\n And sitting by desolate streams;\n World-losers and world-forsakers,\n On whom the pale moon gleams:\n Yet we are the movers and shakers\n Of the world for ever, it seems.\n\nWith wonderful deathless ditties\n We build up the world’s great cities,\n And out of a fabulous story\n We fashion an empire’s glory:\n One man with a dream, at pleasure,\n Shall go forth and conquer a crown;\n And three with a new song’s measure\n Can trample an empire down.\n\nWe, in the ages lying\n In the buried past of the earth,\n Built Nineveh with our sighing,\n And Babel itself with our mirth;\n And o’erthrew them with prophesying\n To the old of the new world’s worth;\n For each age is a dream that is dying,\n Or one that is coming to birth.","themes":["time","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_828","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"828","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1844-1881"},{"id":"oxford-829","title":"Song","poet":"Arthur William Edgar O’Shaughnessy","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I MADE another garden, yea,\n For my new Love:\n I left the dead rose where it lay\n And set the new above.\n Why did my Summer not begin?\n Why did my heart not haste?\n My old Love came and walk’d therein,\n And laid the garden waste.\n\nShe enter’d with her weary smile,\n Just as of old;\n She look’d around a little while\n And shiver’d with the cold:\n Her passing touch was death to all,\n Her passing look a blight;\n She made the white rose-petals fall,\n And turn’d the red rose white.\n\nHer pale robe clinging to the grass\n Seem’d like a snake\n That bit the grass and ground, alas!\n And a sad trail did make.\n She went up slowly to the gate,\n And then, just as of yore,\n She turn’d back at the last to wait\n And say farewell once more.","themes":["love","nature","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_829","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"829","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1844-1881"},{"id":"oxford-830","title":"The Fountain of Tears","poet":"Arthur William Edgar O’Shaughnessy","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IF you go over desert and mountain,\n Far into the country of Sorrow,\n To-day and to-night and to-morrow,\n And maybe for months and for years;\n You shall come with a heart that is bursting\n For trouble and toiling and thirsting.\n You shall certainly come to the fountain\n At length,—to the Fountain of Tears.\n\nVery peaceful the place is, and solely\n For piteous lamenting and sighing,\n And those who come living or dying\n Alike from their hopes and their fears;\n Full of cypress-like shadows the place is,\n And statues that cover their faces:\n But out of the gloom springs the holy\n And beautiful Fountain of Tears.\n\nAnd it flows and it flows with a motion\n So gentle and lovely and listless,\n And murmurs a tune so resistless\n To him who hath suffer’d and hears—\n You shall surely—without a word spoken,\n Kneel down there and know your heart broken,\n And yield to the long-curb’d emotion\n That day by the Fountain of Tears.\n\nFor it grows and it grows, as though leaping\n Up higher the more one is thinking;\n And ever its tunes go on sinking\n More poignantly into the ears:\n Yea, so blessèd and good seems that fountain,\n Reach’d after dry desert and mountain,\n You shall fall down at length in your weeping\n And bathe your sad face in the tears.\n\nThen alas! while you lie there a season\n And sob between living and dying,\n And give up the land you were trying\n To find ’mid your hopes and your fears;\n —O the world shall come up and pass o’er you,\n Strong men shall not stay to care for you,\n Nor wonder indeed for what reason\n Your way should seem harder than theirs.\n\nBut perhaps, while you lie, never lifting\n Your cheek from the wet leaves it presses,\n Nor caring to raise your wet tresses\n And look how the cold world appears—\n O perhaps the mere silences round you—\n All things in that place Grief hath found you—\n Yea, e’en to the clouds o’er you drifting,\n May soothe you somewhat through your tears.\n\nYou may feel, when a falling leaf brushes\n Your face, as though some one had kiss’d you;\n Or think at least some one who miss’d you\n Had sent you a thought,—if that cheers;\n Or a bird’s little song, faint and broken,\n May pass for a tender word spoken:\n —Enough, while around you there rushes\n That life-drowning torrent of tears.\n\nAnd the tears shall flow faster and faster,\n Brim over and baffle resistance,\n And roll down blear’d roads to each distance\n Of past desolation and years;\n Till they cover the place of each sorrow,\n And leave you no past and no morrow:\n For what man is able to master\n And stem the great Fountain of Tears?\n\nBut the floods and the tears meet and gather;\n The sound of them all grows like thunder:\n —O into what bosom, I wonder,\n Is pour’d the whole sorrow of years?\n For Eternity only seems keeping\n Account of the great human weeping:\n May God, then, the Maker and Father—\n May He find a place for the tears!","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_830","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"830","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1844-1881"},{"id":"oxford-831","title":"A White Rose","poet":"John Boyle O’Reilly","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE red rose whispers of passion,\n And the white rose breathes of love;\n O, the red rose is a falcon,\n And the white rose is a dove.\n\nBut I send you a cream-white rosebud\n With a flush on its petal tips;\n For the love that is purest and sweetest\n Has a kiss of desire on the lips.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_831","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"831","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1844-1890"},{"id":"oxford-841","title":"The Odyssey","poet":"Andrew Lang","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"AS one that for a weary space has lain\n Lull’d by the song of Circe and her wine\n In gardens near the pale of Proserpine,\n Where that Ææan isle forgets the main,\n And only the low lutes of love complain,\n And only shadows of wan lovers pine—\n As such an one were glad to know the brine\n Salt on his lips, and the large air again—\n So gladly from the songs of modern speech\n Men turn, and see the stars, and feel the free\n Shrill wind beyond the close of heavy flowers,\n And through the music of the languid hours\n They hear like Ocean on a western beach\n The surge and thunder of the Odyssey.","themes":["love","nature","night","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_841","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"841","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1844-1912"},{"id":"oxford-842","title":"Invictus","poet":"William Ernest Henley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"OUT of the night that covers me,\n Black as the pit from pole to pole,\n I thank whatever gods may be\n For my unconquerable soul.\n\nIn the fell clutch of circumstance\n I have not winced nor cried aloud.\n Under the bludgeonings of chance\n My head is bloody, but unbow’d.\n\nBeyond this place of wrath and tears\n Looms but the Horror of the shade,\n And yet the menace of the years\n Finds and shall find me unafraid.\n\nIt matters not how strait the gate,\n How charged with punishments the scroll,\n I am the master of my fate:\n I am the captain of my soul.","themes":["grief","time","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_842","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"842","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1849-1903"},{"id":"oxford-843","title":"Margaritæ Sorori","poet":"William Ernest Henley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"A LATE lark twitters from the quiet skies:\n And from the west,\n Where the sun, his day’s work ended,\n Lingers as in content,\n There falls on the old, gray city\n An influence luminous and serene,\n A shining peace.\n\nThe smoke ascends\n In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires\n Shine and are changed. In the valley\n Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun,\n Closing his benediction,\n Sinks, and the darkening air\n Thrills with a sense of the triumphing night—\n Night with her train of stars\n And her great gift of sleep.\n\nSo be my passing!\n My task accomplish’d and the long day done,\n My wages taken, and in my heart\n Some late lark singing,\n Let me be gather’d to the quiet west,\n The sundown splendid and serene,\n Death.","themes":["love","time","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_843","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"843","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1849-1903"},{"id":"oxford-844","title":"England, My England","poet":"William Ernest Henley","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHAT have I done for you,\n England, my England?\n What is there I would not do,\n England, my own?\n With your glorious eyes austere,\n As the Lord were walking near,\n Whispering terrible things and dear\n As the Song on your bugles blown,\n England—\n Round the world on your bugles blown?\n\nWhere shall the watchful sun,\n England, my England,\n Match the master-work you’ve done,\n England, my own?\n When shall he rejoice agen\n Such a breed of mighty men\n As come forward, one to ten,\n To the Song on your bugles blown,\n England—\n Down the years on your bugles blown?\n\nEver the faith endures,\n England, my England:—\n ‘Take and break us: we are yours,\n England, my own!\n Life is good, and joy runs high\n Between English earth and sky:\n Death is death; but we shall die\n To the Song on your bugles blown,\n England—\n To the stars on your bugles blown!’\n\nThey call you proud and hard,\n England, my England:\n You with worlds to watch and ward,\n England, my own!\n You whose mail’d hand keeps the keys\n Of such teeming destinies,\n You could know nor dread nor ease\n Were the Song on your bugles blown,\n England,\n Round the Pit on your bugles blown!\n\nMother of Ships whose might,\n England, my England,\n Is the fierce old Sea’s delight,\n England, my own,\n Chosen daughter of the Lord,\n Spouse-in-Chief of the ancient Sword,\n There’s the menace of the Word\n In the Song on your bugles blown, England—\n Out of heaven on your bugles blown!","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_844","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"844","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1849-1903"},{"id":"oxford-846","title":"Romance","poet":"Robert Louis Stevenson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I WILL make you brooches and toys for your delight\n Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.\n I will make a palace fit for you and me,\n Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.\n\nI will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room,\n Where white flows the river and bright blows the broom,\n And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white\n In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night.\n\nAnd this shall be for music when no one else is near,\n The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear!\n That only I remember, that only you admire,\n Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire.","themes":["nature","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_846","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"846","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1850-1894"},{"id":"oxford-847","title":"In the Highlands","poet":"Robert Louis Stevenson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IN the highlands, in the country places,\n Where the old plain men have rosy faces,\n And the young fair maidens\n Quiet eyes;\n Where essential silence cheers and blesses,\n And for ever in the hill-recesses\n Her more lovely music\n Broods and dies—\n\nO to mount again where erst I haunted;\n Where the old red hills are bird-enchanted,\n And the low green meadows\n Bright with sward;\n And when even dies, the million-tinted,\n And the night has come, and planets glinted,\n Lo, the valley hollow\n Lamp-bestarr’d!\n\nO to dream, O to awake and wander\n There, and with delight to take and render,\n Through the trance of silence,\n Quiet breath!\n Lo! for there, among the flowers and grasses,\n Only the mightier movement sounds and passes;\n Only winds and rivers,\n Life and death.","themes":["nature","time","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_847","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"847","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1850-1894"},{"id":"oxford-848","title":"Requiem","poet":"Robert Louis Stevenson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"UNDER the wide and starry sky\n Dig the grave and let me lie:\n Glad did I live and gladly die,\n And I laid me down with a will.\n\nThis be the verse you grave for me:\n Here he lies where he long’d to be;\n Home is the sailor, home from sea,\n And the hunter home from the hill.","themes":["death","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_848","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"848","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1850-1894"},{"id":"oxford-850","title":"Song","poet":"John Davidson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THE boat is chafing at our long delay,\n And we must leave too soon\n The spicy sea-pinks and the inborne spray,\n The tawny sands, the moon.\n\nKeep us, O Thetis, in our western flight!\n Watch from thy pearly throne\n Our vessel, plunging deeper into night\n To reach a land unknown.","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_850","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"850","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1857-1909"},{"id":"oxford-851","title":"The Last Rose","poet":"John Davidson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"‘O WHICH is the last rose?’\n A blossom of no name.\n At midnight the snow came;\n At daybreak a vast rose,\n In darkness unfurl’d,\n O’er-petall’d the world.\n\nIts odourless pallor\n Blossom’d forlorn,\n Till radiant valour\n Established the morn—\n Till the night\n Was undone\n In her fight\n With the sun.\n\nThe brave orb in state rose,\n And crimson he shone first;\n While from the high vine\n Of heaven the dawn burst,\n Staining the great rose\n From sky-line to sky-line.\n\nThe red rose of morn\n A white rose at noon turn’d;\n But at sunset reborn\n All red again soon burn’d.\n Then the pale rose of noonday\n Rebloom’d in the night,\n And spectrally white\n In the light\n Of the moon lay.\n\nBut the vast rose\n Was scentless,\n And this is the reason:\n When the blast rose\n Relentless,\n And brought in due season\n The snow rose, the last rose\n Congeal’d in its breath,\n Then came with it treason;\n The traitor was Death.\n\nIn lee-valleys crowded,\n The sheep and the birds\n Were frozen and shrouded\n In flights and in herds.\n In highways\n And byways\n The young and the old\n Were tortured and madden’d\n And kill’d by the cold.\n But many were gladden’d\n By the beautiful last rose,\n The blossom of no name\n That came when the snow came,\n In darkness unfurl’d—\n The wonderful vast rose\n That fill’d all the world.","themes":["nature","hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_851","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"851","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1857-1909"},{"id":"oxford-855","title":"Prayers","poet":"Henry Charles Beeching","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"GOD who created me\n Nimble and light of limb,\n In three elements free,\n To run, to ride, to swim:\n Not when the sense is dim,\n But now from the heart of joy,\n I would remember Him:\n Take the thanks of a boy.\n\nJesu, King and Lord,\n Whose are my foes to fight,\n Gird me with Thy sword\n Swift and sharp and bright.\n Thee would I serve if I might;\n And conquer if I can,\n From day-dawn till night,\n Take the strength of a man.\n\nSpirit of Love and Truth,\n Breathing in grosser clay,\n The light and flame of youth,\n Delight of men in the fray,\n Wisdom in strength’s decay;\n From pain, strife, wrong to be free,\n This best gift I pray,\n Take my spirit to Thee.","themes":["love","hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_855","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"855","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1859-1919"},{"id":"oxford-856","title":"Going down Hill on a Bicycle","poet":"Henry Charles Beeching","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WITH lifted feet, hands still,\n I am poised, and down the hill\n Dart, with heedful mind;\n The air goes by in a wind.\n\nSwifter and yet more swift,\n Till the heart with a mighty lift\n Makes the lungs laugh, the throat cry:—\n ‘O bird, see; see, bird, I fly.\n\n‘Is this, is this your joy?\n O bird, then I, though a boy,\n For a golden moment share\n Your feathery life in air!’\n\nSay, heart, is there aught like this\n In a world that is full of bliss?\n ’Tis more than skating, bound\n Steel-shod to the level ground.\n\nSpeed slackens now, I float\n Awhile in my airy boat;\n Till, when the wheels scarce crawl,\n My feet to the treadles fall.\n\nAlas, that the longest hill\n Must end in a vale; but still,\n Who climbs with toil, wheresoe’er,\n Shall find wings waiting there.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_856","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"856","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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Yeats","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"ALL the words that I utter,\n And all the words that I write,\n Must spread out their wings untiring,\n And never rest in their flight,\n Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,\n And sing to you in the night,\n Beyond where the waters are moving,\n Storm-darken’d or starry bright.","themes":["love","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_862","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"862","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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Yeats","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"WHEN you are old and gray and full of sleep\n And nodding by the fire, take down this book,\n And slowly read, and dream of the soft look\n Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;\n\nHow many loved your moments of glad grace,\n And loved your beauty with love false or true;\n But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,\n And loved the sorrows of your changing face.\n\nAnd bending down beside the glowing bars,\n Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled\n And paced upon the mountains overhead,\n And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.","themes":["love","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_863","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"863","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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Yeats","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,\n And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;\n Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,\n And live alone in the bee-loud glade.\n\nAnd I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,\n Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;\n There midnight’s all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,\n And evening full of the linnet’s wings.\n\nI will arise and go now, for always night and day\n I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;\n While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,\n I hear it in the deep heart’s core.","themes":["love","loneliness","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_864","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"864","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"b. 1865"},{"id":"oxford-865","title":"A Dedication","poet":"Rudyard Kipling","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"MY new-cut ashlar takes the light\n Where crimson-blank the windows flare;\n By my own work, before the night,\n Great Overseer, I make my prayer.\n\nIf there be good in that I wrought,\n Thy hand compell’d it, Master, Thine;\n Where I have fail’d to meet Thy thought\n I know, through Thee, the blame is mine.\n\nOne instant’s toil to Thee denied\n Stands all Eternity’s offence;\n Of that I did with Thee to guide\n To Thee, through Thee, be excellence.\n\nWho, lest all thought of Eden fade,\n Bring’st Eden to the craftsman’s brain,\n Godlike to muse o’er his own trade\n And manlike stand with God again.\n\nThe depth and dream of my desire,\n The bitter paths wherein I stray,\n Thou knowest Who hast made the Fire,\n Thou knowest Who hast made the Clay.\n\nOne stone the more swings to her place\n In that dread Temple of Thy worth—\n It is enough that through Thy grace\n I saw naught common on Thy earth.\n\nTake not that vision from my ken;\n O, whatsoe’er may spoil or speed,\n Help me to need no aid from men,\n That I may help such men as need!","themes":["spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_865","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"865","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"b. 1865"},{"id":"oxford-866","title":"L’Envoi","poet":"Rudyard Kipling","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"THERE’s a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield\n And the ricks stand gray to the sun,\n Singing:—‘Over then, come over, for the bee has quit the clover\n And your English summer’s done.’\n You have heard the beat of the off-shore wind\n And the thresh of the deep-sea rain;\n You have heard the song—how long! how long!\n Pull out on the trail again!\n\nHa’ done with the Tents of Shem, dear lass,\n We’ve seen the seasons through,\n And it’s time to turn on the old trail, our own trail, the out trail,\n Pull out, pull out, on the Long Trail—the trail that is always new.\n\nIt’s North you may run to the rime-ring’d sun,\n Or South to the blind Horn’s hate;\n Or East all the way into Mississippi Bay,\n Or West to the Golden Gate;\n Where the blindest bluffs hold good, dear lass,\n And the wildest tales are true,\n And the men bulk big on the old trail, our own trail, the out trail,\n And life runs large on the Long Trail—the trail that is always new.\n\nThe days are sick and cold, and the skies are gray and old,\n And the twice-breathed airs blow damp;\n And I’d sell my tired soul for the bucking beam-sea roll\n Of a black Bilbao tramp;\n With her load-line over her hatch, dear lass,\n And a drunken Dago crew,\n And her nose held down on the old trail, our own trail, the out trail,\n From Cadiz Bar on the Long Trail—the trail that is always new.\n\nThere be triple ways to take, of the eagle or the snake,\n Or the way of a man with a maid;\n But the sweetest way to me is a ship’s upon the sea\n In the heel of the North-East Trade.\n Can you hear the crash on her bows, dear lass,\n And the drum of the racing screw,\n As she ships it green on the old trail, our own trail, the out trail,\n As she lifts and ’scends on the Long Trail—the trail that is always new?\n\nSee the shaking funnels roar, with the Peter at the fore,\n And the fenders grind and heave,\n And the derricks clack and grate, as the tackle hooks the crate,\n And the fall-rope whines through the sheave;\n It’s ‘Gang-plank up and in,’ dear lass,\n It’s ‘Hawsers warp her through!’\n And it’s ‘All clear aft’ on the old trail, our own trail, the out trail,\n We’re backing down on the Long Trail—the trail that is always new.\n\nO the mutter overside, when the port-fog holds us tied,\n And the sirens hoot their dread!\n When foot by foot we creep o’er the hueless viewless deep\n To the sob of the questing lead!\n It’s down by the Lower Hope, dear lass,\n With the Gunfleet Sands in view,\n Till the Mouse swings green on the old trail, our own trail, the out trail,\n And the Gull Light lifts on the Long Trail—the trail that is always new.\n\nO the blazing tropic night, when the wake’s a welt of light\n That holds the hot sky tame,\n And the steady fore-foot snores through the planet-powder’d floors\n Where the scared whale flukes in flame!\n Her plates are scarr’d by the sun, dear lass,\n And her ropes are taut with the dew,\n For we’re booming down on the old trail, our own trail, the out trail,\n We’re sagging south on the Long Trail—the trail that is always new.\n\nThen home, get her home, where the drunken rollers comb,\n And the shouting seas drive by,\n And the engines stamp and ring, and the wet bows reel and swing,\n And the Southern Cross rides high!\n Yes, the old lost stars wheel back, dear lass,\n That blaze in the velvet blue.\n They’re all old friends on the old trail, our own trail, the out trail,\n They’re God’s own guides on the Long Trail—the trail that is always new.\n\nFly forward, O my heart, from the Foreland to the Start—\n We’re steaming all too slow,\n And it’s twenty thousand mile to our little lazy isle\n Where the trumpet-orchids blow!\n You have heard the call of the off-shore wind\n And the voice of the deep-sea rain;\n You have heard the song—how long! how long!\n Pull out on the trail again!\n\nThe Lord knows what we may find, dear lass,\n And the deuce knows what we may do—\n But we’re back once more on the old trail, our own trail, the out trail,\n We’re down, hull down on the Long Trail—the trail that is always new.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_866","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"866","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"b. 1865"},{"id":"oxford-867","title":"Recessional","poet":"Rudyard Kipling","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"GOD of our fathers, known of old—\n Lord of our far-flung battle-line—\n Beneath whose awful Hand we hold\n Dominion over palm and pine—\n Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,\n Lest we forget, lest we forget!\n\nThe tumult and the shouting dies—\n The captains and the kings depart—\n Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,\n An humble and a contrite heart.\n Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,\n Lest we forget, lest we forget!\n\nFar-call’d our navies melt away—\n On dune and headland sinks the fire—\n Lo, all our pomp of yesterday\n Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!\n Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,\n Lest we forget, lest we forget!\n\nIf, drunk with sight of power, we loose\n Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe—\n Such boasting as the Gentiles use\n Or lesser breeds without the Law—\n Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,\n Lest we forget, lest we forget!\n\nFor heathen heart that puts her trust\n In reeking tube and iron shard—\n All valiant dust that builds on dust,\n And guarding calls not Thee to guard—\n For frantic boast and foolish word,\n Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord!","themes":["love","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_867","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"867","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"b. 1865"},{"id":"oxford-875","title":"The Poppy","poet":"Francis Thompson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"SUMMER set lip to earth’s bosom bare,\n And left the flush’d print in a poppy there;\n Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came,\n And the fanning wind puff’d it to flapping flame.\n\nWith burnt mouth red like a lion’s it drank\n The blood of the sun as he slaughter’d sank,\n And dipp’d its cup in the purpurate shine\n When the eastern conduits ran with wine.\n\nTill it grew lethargied with fierce bliss,\n And hot as a swinkèd gipsy is,\n And drowsed in sleepy savageries,\n With mouth wide a-pout for a sultry kiss.\n\nA child and man paced side by side,\n Treading the skirts of eventide;\n But between the clasp of his hand and hers\n Lay, felt not, twenty wither’d years.\n\nShe turn’d, with the rout of her dusk South hair,\n And saw the sleeping gipsy there;\n And snatch’d and snapp’d it in swift child’s whim,\n With—‘Keep it, long as you live!’—to him.\n\nAnd his smile, as nymphs from their laving meres,\n Trembled up from a bath of tears;\n And joy, like a mew sea-rock’d apart,\n Toss’d on the wave of his troubled heart.\n\nFor he saw what she did not see,\n That—as kindled by its own fervency—\n The verge shrivell’d inward smoulderingly:\n\nAnd suddenly ’twixt his hand and hers\n He knew the twenty withered years—\n No flower, but twenty shrivelled years.\n\n‘Was never such thing until this hour,’\n Low to his heart he said; ‘the flower\n Of sleep brings wakening to me,\n And of oblivion memory.’\n\n‘Was never this thing to me,’ he said,\n ‘Though with bruisèd poppies my feet are red!’\n And again to his own heart very low:\n ‘O child! I love, for I love and know;\n\n‘But you, who love nor know at all\n The diverse chambers in Love’s guest-hall,\n Where some rise early, few sit long:\n In how differing accents hear the throng\n His great Pentecostal tongue;\n\n‘Who know not love from amity,\n Nor my reported self from me;\n A fair fit gift is this, meseems,\n You give—this withering flower of dreams.\n\n‘O frankly fickle, and fickly true,\n Do you know what the days will do to you?\n To your Love and you what the days will do,\n O frankly fickle, and fickly true?\n\n‘You have loved me, Fair, three lives—or days:\n ’Twill pass with the passing of my face.\n But where I go, your face goes too,\n To watch lest I play false to you.\n\n‘I am but, my sweet, your foster-lover,\n Knowing well when certain years are over\n You vanish from me to another;\n Yet I know, and love, like the foster-mother.\n\n‘So, frankly fickle, and fickly true!\n For my brief life-while I take from you\n This token, fair and fit, meseems,\n For me—this withering flower of dreams.’\n . . .\n The sleep-flower sways in the wheat its head,\n Heavy with dreams, as that with bread:\n The goodly grain and the sun-flush’d sleeper\n The reaper reaps, and Time the reaper.\n\nI hang ’mid men my needless head,\n And my fruit is dreams, as theirs is bread:\n The goodly men and the sun-hazed sleeper\n Time shall reap, but after the reaper\n The world shall glean of me, me the sleeper!\n\nLove! love! your flower of wither’d dream\n In leavèd rhyme lies safe, I deem,\n Shelter’d and shut in a nook of rhyme,\n From the reaper man, and his reaper Time.\n\nLove! I fall into the claws of Time:\n But lasts within a leavèd rhyme\n All that the world of me esteems—\n My wither’d dreams, my wither’d dreams.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_875","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"875","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. Historical titles, spelling and attributions follow this edition. Notes, glossaries and introduction excluded. Longer works may be selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1859-1907"},{"id":"oxford-876","title":"Non Nobis","poet":"Henry Cust","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"NOT unto us, O Lord,\n Not unto us the rapture of the day,\n The peace of night, or love’s divine surprise,\n High heart, high speech, high deeds ’mid honouring eyes;\n For at Thy word\n All these are taken away.\n\nNot unto us, O Lord:\n To us thou givest the scorn, the scourge, the scar,\n The ache of life, the loneliness of death,\n The insufferable sufficiency of breath;\n And with Thy sword\n Thou piercest very far.\n\nNot unto us, O Lord:\n Nay, Lord, but unto her be all things given—\n My light and life and earth and sky be blasted—\n But let not all that wealth of loss be wasted:\n Let Hell afford\n The pavement of her Heaven!","themes":["love","spirituality","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_876","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"876","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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No worldwide clearance claimed.","authorDateEvidence":"1861-1917"},{"id":"oxford-881","title":"Ireland","poet":"Dora Sigerson","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"’TWAS the dream of a God,\n And the mould of His hand,\n That you shook ’neath His stroke,\n That you trembled and broke\n To this beautiful land.\n\nHere He loosed from His hold\n A brown tumult of wings,\n Till the wind on the sea\n Bore the strange melody\n Of an island that sings.\n\nHe made you all fair,\n You in purple and gold,\n You in silver and green,\n Till no eye that has seen\n Without love can behold.\n\nI have left you behind\n In the path of the past,\n With the white breath of flowers,\n With the best of God’s hours,\n I have left you at last.","themes":["love","nature","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_881","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"881","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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Blackmore","lang":"en","form":"Poem / anthology selection","text":"IN the hour of death, after this life’s whim,\n When the heart beats low, and the eyes grow dim,\n And pain has exhausted every limb—\n The lover of the Lord shall trust in Him.\n\nWhen the will has forgotten the lifelong aim,\n And the mind can only disgrace its fame,\n And a man is uncertain of his own name—\n The power of the Lord shall fill this frame.\n\nWhen the last sigh is heaved, and the last tear shed,\n And the coffin is waiting beside the bed,\n And the widow and child forsake the dead—\n The angel of the Lord shall lift this head.\n\nFor even the purest delight may pall,\n And power must fail, and the pride must fall,\n And the love of the dearest friends grow small—\n But the glory of the Lord is all in all.","themes":["love","spirituality","death","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/66619/66619-h/66619-h.htm#pm_883","sourceId":"oxford","sourceEdition":"The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250–1900, Arthur Quiller-Couch; impression of 1931, first edition 1900; Project Gutenberg 66619","sourceLocator":"883","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and anthology selections. 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Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse\n A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,\n Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.\n Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo\n Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,\n Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.\n\nThe Inferno\n\nLet us go then, you and I,\n When the evening is spread out against the sky\n Like a patient etherized upon a table;\n Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,\n The muttering retreats\n Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels\n And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:\n Streets that follow like a tedious argument\n Of insidious intent\n To lead you to an overwhelming question. …\n Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”\n Let us go and make our visit.\n\nIn the room the women come and go\n Talking of Michelangelo.\n\nThe yellow fog that rubs its back upon the windowpanes,\n The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the windowpanes\n Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,\n Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,\n Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,\n Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,\n And seeing that it was a soft October night,\n Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.\n\nAnd indeed there will be time\n For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,\n Rubbing its back upon the window panes;\n There will be time, there will be time\n To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet\n There will be time to murder and create,\n And time for all the works and days of hands\n That lift and drop a question on your plate;\n Time for you and time for me,\n And time yet for a hundred indecisions,\n And for a hundred visions and revisions,\n Before the taking of a toast and tea.\n\nIn the room the women come and go\n Talking of Michelangelo.\n\nAnd indeed there will be time\n To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”\n Time to turn back and descend the stair,\n With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—\n (They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)\n My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,\n My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—\n (They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)\n Do I dare\n Disturb the universe?\n In a minute there is time\n For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.\n\nFor I have known them all already, known them all:\n Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,\n I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;\n I know the voices dying with a dying fall\n Beneath the music from a farther room.\n So how should I presume?\n\nAnd I have known the eyes already, known them all—\n The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,\n And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,\n When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,\n Then how should I begin\n To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?\n And how should I presume?\n\nAnd I have known the arms already, known them all—\n Arms that are braceleted and white and bare\n (But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)\n Is it perfume from a dress\n That makes me so digress?\n Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.\n And should I then presume?\n And how should I begin?\n\nShall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets\n And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes\n Of lonely men in shirtsleeves, leaning out of windows? …\n\nI should have been a pair of ragged claws\n Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.\n\nAnd the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!\n Smoothed by long fingers,\n Asleep … tired … or it malingers.\n Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.\n Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,\n Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?\n But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,\n Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,\n I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;\n I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,\n And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,\n And in short, I was afraid.\n\nAnd would it have been worth it, after all,\n After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,\n Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,\n Would it have been worth while,\n To have bitten off the matter with a smile,\n To have squeezed the universe into a ball\n To roll it toward some overwhelming question,\n To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,\n Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—\n If one, settling a pillow by her head,\n Should say: “That is not what I meant at all;\n That is not it, at all.”\n\nAnd would it have been worth it, after all,\n Would it have been worth while,\n After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,\n After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—\n And this, and so much more?—\n It is impossible to say just what I mean!\n But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:\n Would it have been worth while\n If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,\n And turning toward the window, should say:\n “That is not it at all,\n That is not what I meant, at all.”\n\nNo! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;\n Am an attendant lord, one that will do\n To swell a progress, start a scene or two,\n Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,\n Deferential, glad to be of use,\n Politic, cautious, and meticulous;\n Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;\n At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—\n Almost, at times, the Fool.\n\nI grow old … I grow old …\n I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.\n\nShall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?\n I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.\n I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.\n\nI do not think that they will sing to me.\n\nI have seen them riding seaward on the waves\n Combing the white hair of the waves blown back\n When the wind blows the water white and black.\n\nWe have lingered in the chambers of the sea\n By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown\n Till human voices wake us, and we drown.","themes":["time","spirituality","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#the-love-song-of-j-alfred-prufrock","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"the-love-song-of-j-alfred-prufrock","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. 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Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Thou hast committed—\n Fornication: but that was in another country,\n And besides, the wench is dead.\n\nThe Jew of Malta\n\nI\n\nAmong the smoke and fog of a December afternoon\n You have the scene arrange itself—as it will seem to do—\n With “I have saved this afternoon for you”;\n And four wax candles in the darkened room,\n Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead,\n An atmosphere of Juliet’s tomb\n Prepared for all the things to be said, or left unsaid.\n We have been, let us say, to hear the latest Pole\n Transmit the Preludes, through his hair and fingertips.\n “So intimate, this Chopin, that I think his soul\n Should be resurrected only among friends\n Some two or three, who will not touch the bloom\n That is rubbed and questioned in the concert room.”\n —And so the conversation slips\n Among velleities and carefully caught regrets\n Through attenuated tones of violins\n Mingled with remote cornets\n And begins.\n\n“You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,\n And how, how rare and strange it is, to find\n In a life composed so much, so much of odds and ends,\n (For indeed I do not love it … you knew? you are not blind!\n How keen you are!)\n To find a friend who has these qualities,\n Who has, and gives\n Those qualities upon which friendship lives.\n How much it means that I say this to you—\n Without these friendships—life, what cauchemar!”\n Among the windings of the violins\n And the ariettes\n Of cracked cornets\n Inside my brain a dull tom-tom begins\n Absurdly hammering a prelude of its own,\n Capricious monotone\n That is at least one definite “false note.”\n —Let us take the air, in a tobacco trance,\n Admire the monuments\n Discuss the late events,\n Correct our watches by the public clocks.\n Then sit for half an hour and drink our bocks.\n\nII\n\nNow that lilacs are in bloom\n She has a bowl of lilacs in her room\n And twists one in her fingers while she talks.\n “Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know\n What life is, you should hold it in your hands”;\n (Slowly twisting the lilac stalks)\n “You let it flow from you, you let it flow,\n And youth is cruel, and has no remorse\n And smiles at situations which it cannot see.”\n I smile, of course,\n And go on drinking tea.\n “Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall\n My buried life, and Paris in the Spring,\n I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world\n To be wonderful and youthful, after all.”\n\nThe voice returns like the insistent out-of-tune\n Of a broken violin on an August afternoon:\n “I am always sure that you understand\n My feelings, always sure that you feel,\n Sure that across the gulf you reach your hand.\n\n“You are invulnerable, you have no Achilles’ heel.\n You will go on, and when you have prevailed\n You can say: at this point many a one has failed.\n\n“But what have I, but what have I, my friend,\n To give you, what can you receive from me?\n Only the friendship and the sympathy\n Of one about to reach her journey’s end.\n\n“I shall sit here, serving tea to friends. …”\n\nI take my hat: how can I make a cowardly amends\n For what she has said to me?\n You will see me any morning in the park\n Reading the comics and the sporting page.\n Particularly I remark\n An English countess goes upon the stage.\n A Greek was murdered at a Polish dance,\n Another bank defaulter has confessed.\n I keep my countenance, I remain self-possessed\n Except when a street piano, mechanical and tired\n Reiterates some worn-out common song\n With the smell of hyacinths across the garden\n Recalling things that other people have desired.\n Are these ideas right or wrong?\n\nIII\n\nThe October night comes down; returning as before\n Except for a slight sensation of being ill at ease\n I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door\n And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees.\n\n“And so you are going abroad; and when do you return?\n But that’s a useless question.\n You hardly know when you are coming back,\n You will find so much to learn.”\n My smile falls heavily among the bric-a-brac.\n\n“Perhaps you can write to me.”\n My self-possession flares up for a second;\n This is as I had reckoned.\n\n“I have been wondering frequently of late\n (But our beginnings never know our ends!)\n Why we have not developed into friends.”\n I feel like one who smiles, and turning shall remark\n Suddenly, his expression in a glass.\n My self-possession gutters; we are really in the dark.\n\n“For everybody said so, all our friends,\n They all were sure our feelings would relate\n So closely! I myself can hardly understand.\n We must leave it now to fate.\n You will write, at any rate.\n Perhaps it is not too late.\n I shall sit here, serving tea to friends.”\n\nAnd I must borrow every changing shape\n To find expression … dance, dance\n Like a dancing bear,\n Cry like a parrot, chatter like an ape.\n Let us take the air, in a tobacco trance—\n Well! and what if she should die some afternoon,\n Afternoon grey and smoky, evening yellow and rose;\n Should die and leave me sitting pen in hand\n With the smoke coming down above the housetops;\n Doubtful, for quite a while\n Not knowing what to feel or if I understand\n Or whether wise or foolish, tardy or too soon …\n Would she not have the advantage, after all?\n This music is successful with a “dying fall”\n Now that we talk of dying—\n And should I have the right to smile?","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#portrait-of-a-lady","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"portrait-of-a-lady","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. 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Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I\n\nThe winter evening settles down\n With smell of steaks in passageways.\n Six o’clock.\n The burnt-out ends of smoky days.\n And now a gusty shower wraps\n The grimy scraps\n Of withered leaves about your feet\n And newspapers from vacant lots;\n The showers beat\n On broken blinds and chimney-pots,\n And at the corner of the street\n A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.\n And then the lighting of the lamps.\n\nII\n\nThe morning comes to consciousness\n Of faint stale smells of beer\n From the sawdust-trampled street\n With all its muddy feet that press\n To early coffee-stands.\n\nWith the other masquerades\n That time resumes,\n One thinks of all the hands\n That are raising dingy shades\n In a thousand furnished rooms.\n\nIII\n\nYou tossed a blanket from the bed,\n You lay upon your back, and waited;\n You dozed, and watched the night revealing\n The thousand sordid images\n Of which your soul was constituted;\n They flickered against the ceiling.\n And when all the world came back\n And the light crept up between the shutters,\n And you heard the sparrows in the gutters,\n You had such a vision of the street\n As the street hardly understands;\n Sitting along the bed’s edge, where\n You curled the papers from your hair,\n Or clasped the yellow soles of feet\n In the palms of both soiled hands.\n\nIV\n\nHis soul stretched tight across the skies\n That fade behind a city block,\n Or trampled by insistent feet\n At four and five and six o’clock;\n And short square fingers stuffing pipes,\n And evening newspapers, and eyes\n Assured of certain certainties,\n The conscience of a blackened street\n Impatient to assume the world.\n\nI am moved by fancies that are curled\n Around these images, and cling:\n The notion of some infinitely gentle\n Infinitely suffering thing.\n\nWipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;\n The worlds revolve like ancient women\n Gathering fuel in vacant lots.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#preludes","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"preludes","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. 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Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Twelve o’clock.\n Along the reaches of the street\n Held in a lunar synthesis,\n Whispering lunar incantations\n Disolve the floors of memory\n And all its clear relations,\n Its divisions and precisions,\n Every street lamp that I pass\n Beats like a fatalistic drum,\n And through the spaces of the dark\n Midnight shakes the memory\n As a madman shakes a dead geranium.\n\nHalf-past one,\n The street lamp sputtered,\n The street lamp muttered,\n The street lamp said,\n “Regard that woman\n Who hesitates toward you in the light of the door\n Which opens on her like a grin.\n You see the border of her dress\n Is torn and stained with sand,\n And you see the corner of her eye\n Twists like a crooked pin.”\n\nThe memory throws up high and dry\n A crowd of twisted things;\n A twisted branch upon the beach\n Eaten smooth, and polished\n As if the world gave up\n The secret of its skeleton,\n Stiff and white.\n A broken spring in a factory yard,\n Rust that clings to the form that the strength has left\n Hard and curled and ready to snap.\n\nHalf-past two,\n The street-lamp said,\n “Remark the cat which flattens itself in the gutter,\n Slips out its tongue\n And devours a morsel of rancid butter.”\n So the hand of the child, automatic,\n Slipped out and pocketed a toy that was running along the quay.\n I could see nothing behind that child’s eye.\n I have seen eyes in the street\n Trying to peer through lighted shutters,\n And a crab one afternoon in a pool,\n An old crab with barnacles on his back,\n Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.\n\nHalf-past three,\n The lamp sputtered,\n The lamp muttered in the dark.\n\nThe lamp hummed:\n “Regard the moon,\n La lune ne garde aucune rancune,\n She winks a feeble eye,\n She smiles into corners.\n She smooths the hair of the grass.\n The moon has lost her memory.\n A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,\n Her hand twists a paper rose,\n That smells of dust and old Cologne,\n She is alone\n With all the old nocturnal smells\n That cross and cross across her brain.\n The reminiscence comes\n Of sunless dry geraniums\n And dust in crevices,\n Smells of chestnuts in the streets\n And female smells in shuttered rooms\n And cigarettes in corridors\n And cocktail smells in bars.”\n\nThe lamp said,\n “Four o’clock,\n Here is the number on the door.\n Memory!\n You have the key,\n The little lamp spreads a ring on the stair,\n Mount.\n The bed is open; the toothbrush hangs on the wall,\n Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life.”\n\nThe last twist of the knife.","themes":["nature","time","loneliness","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#rhapsody-on-a-windy-night","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"rhapsody-on-a-windy-night","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. 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Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,\n And along the trampled edges of the street\n I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids\n Sprouting despondently at area gates.\n\nThe brown waves of fog toss up to me\n Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,\n And tear from a passerby with muddy skirts\n An aimless smile that hovers in the air\n And vanishes along the level of the roofs.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#morning-at-the-window","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"morning-at-the-window","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. Author epigraphs and internal sections retained; endnotes and contributor material excluded. Typography follows Standard Ebooks. 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Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,\n And lived in a small house near a fashionable square\n Cared for by servants to the number of four.\n Now when she died there was silence in heaven\n And silence at her end of the street.\n The shutters were drawn and the undertaker wiped his feet—\n He was aware that this sort of thing had occurred before.\n The dogs were handsomely provided for,\n But shortly afterwards the parrot died too.\n The Dresden clock continued ticking on the mantelpiece,\n And the footman sat upon the dining-table\n Holding the second housemaid on his knees—\n Who had always been so careful while her mistress lived.","themes":["spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#aunt-helen","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"aunt-helen","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. 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Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Miss Nancy Ellicott\n Strode across the hills and broke them,\n Rode across the hills and broke them—\n The barren New England hills—\n Riding to hounds\n Over the cow-pasture.\n\nMiss Nancy Ellicott smoked\n And danced all the modern dances;\n And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,\n But they knew that it was modern.\n\nUpon the glazen shelves kept watch\n Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith,\n The army of unalterable law.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#cousin-nancy","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"cousin-nancy","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. Author epigraphs and internal sections retained; endnotes and contributor material excluded. Typography follows Standard Ebooks. 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Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"When Mr. Apollinax visited the United States\n His laughter tinkled among the teacups.\n I thought of Fragilion, that shy figure among the birch-trees,\n And of Priapus in the shrubbery\n Gaping at the lady in the swing.\n In the palace of Mrs. Phlaccus, at Professor Channing-Cheetah’s\n He laughed like an irresponsible foetus.\n His laughter was submarine and profound\n Like the old man of the sea’s\n Hidden under coral islands\n Where worried bodies of drowned men drift down in the green silence,\n Dropping from fingers of surf.\n I looked for the head of Mr. Apollinax rolling under a chair\n Or grinning over a screen\n With seaweed in its hair.\n I heard the beat of centaur’s hoofs over the hard turf\n As his dry and passionate talk devoured the afternoon.\n “He is a charming man”—“But after all what did he mean?”—\n “His pointed ears … He must be unbalanced,”—\n “There was something he said that I might have challenged.”\n Of dowager Mrs. Phlaccus, and Professor and Mrs. Cheetah\n I remember a slice of lemon, and a bitten macaroon.","themes":["nature","time","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#mr-apollinax","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"mr-apollinax","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. 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Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Prose poem","text":"As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: “If the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden …” I decided that if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to this end.","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#hysteria","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"hysteria","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. Author epigraphs and internal sections retained; endnotes and contributor material excluded. Typography follows Standard Ebooks. 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Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I observe: “Our sentimental friend the moon!\n Or possibly (fantastic, I confess)\n It may be Prester John’s balloon\n Or an old battered lantern hung aloft\n To light poor travellers to their distress.”\n She then: “How you digress!”\n\nAnd I then: “Someone frames upon the keys\n That exquisite nocturne, with which we explain\n The night and moonshine; music which we seize\n To body forth our vacuity.”\n She then: “Does this refer to me?”\n “Oh no, it is I who am inane.”\n\n“You, madam, are the eternal humorist,\n The eternal enemy of the absolute,\n Giving our vagrant moods the slightest twist!\n With your air indifferent and imperious\n At a stroke our mad poetics to confute—”\n And—“Are we then so serious?”","themes":["time","night","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#conversation-galante","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"conversation-galante","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. 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Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"O quam te memorem virgo …\n\nAeneid\n\nStand on the highest pavement of the stair—\n Lean on a garden urn—\n Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair—\n Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise—\n Fling them to the ground and turn\n With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:\n But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.\n\nSo I would have had him leave,\n So I would have had her stand and grieve,\n So he would have left\n As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised,\n As the mind deserts the body it has used.\n I should find\n Some way incomparably light and deft,\n Some way we both should understand,\n Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.\n\nShe turned away, but with the autumn weather\n Compelled my imagination many days,\n Many days and many hours:\n Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.\n And I wonder how they should have been together!\n I should have lost a gesture and a pose.\n Sometimes these cogitations still amaze\n The troubled midnight and the noon’s repose.","themes":["nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#la-figlia-che-piange","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"la-figlia-che-piange","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. 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Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Thou hast nor youth nor age\n But as it were an after dinner sleep\n Dreaming of both.\n\nMeasure for Measure\n\nHere I am, an old man in a dry month,\n Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain.\n I was neither at the hot gates\n Nor fought in the warm rain\n Nor knee deep in the salt marsh, heaving a cutlass,\n Bitten by flies, fought.\n My house is a decayed house,\n And the Jew squats on the window sill, the owner,\n Spawned in some estaminet of Antwerp,\n Blistered in Brussels, patched and peeled in London.\n The goat coughs at night in the field overhead;\n Rocks, moss, stonecrop, iron, merds.\n The woman keeps the kitchen, makes tea,\n Sneezes at evening, poking the peevish gutter.\n\nI an old man,\n A dull head among windy spaces.\n\nSigns are taken for wonders. “We would see a sign!”\n The word within a word, unable to speak a word,\n Swaddled with darkness. In the juvescence of the year\n Came Christ the tiger\n\nIn depraved May, dogwood and chestnut, flowering judas,\n To be eaten, to be divided, to be drunk\n Among whispers; by Mr. Silvero\n With caressing hands, at Limoges\n Who walked all night in the next room;\n By Hakagawa, bowing among the Titians;\n By Madame de Tornquist, in the dark room\n Shifting the candles; Fräulein von Kulp\n Who turned in the hall, one hand on the door. Vacant shuttles\n Weave the wind. I have no ghosts,\n An old man in a draughty house\n Under a windy knob.\n\nAfter such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now\n History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors\n And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions,\n Guides us by vanities. Think now\n She gives when our attention is distracted\n And what she gives, gives with such supple confusions\n That the giving famishes the craving. Gives too late\n What’s not believed in, or if still believed,\n In memory only, reconsidered passion. Gives too soon\n Into weak hands, what’s thought can be dispensed with\n Till the refusal propagates a fear. Think\n Neither fear nor courage saves us. Unnatural vices\n Are fathered by our heroism. Virtues\n Are forced upon us by our impudent crimes.\n These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree.\n\nThe tiger springs in the new year. Us he devours. Think at last\n We have not reached conclusion, when I\n Stiffen in a rented house. Think at last\n I have not made this show purposelessly\n And it is not by any concitation\n Of the backward devils.\n I would meet you upon this honestly.\n I that was near your heart was removed therefrom\n To lose beauty in terror, terror in inquisition.\n I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it\n Since what is kept must be adulterated?\n I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch:\n How should I use them for your closer contact?\n\nThese with a thousand small deliberations\n Protract the profit of their chilled delirium,\n Excite the membrane, when the sense has cooled,\n With pungent sauces, multiply variety\n In a wilderness of mirrors. What will the spider do,\n Suspend its operations, will the weevil\n Delay? De Bailhache, Fresca, Mrs. Cammel, whirled\n Beyond the circuit of the shuddering Bear\n In fractured atoms. Gull against the wind, in the windy straits\n Of Belle Isle, or running on the Horn.\n White feathers in the snow, the Gulf claims,\n And an old man driven by the Trades\n To a sleepy corner.\n\nTenants of the house,\n Thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#gerontion","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"gerontion","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. Author epigraphs and internal sections retained; endnotes and contributor material excluded. Typography follows Standard Ebooks. 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Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire—nil nisi divinum stabile est; caetera fumus—the gondola stopped, the old palace was there, how charming its grey and pink—goats and monkeys, with such hair too!—so the countess passed on until she came through the little park, where Niobe presented her with a cabinet, and so departed.\n\nBurbank crossed a little bridge\n Descending at a small hotel;\n Princess Volupine arrived,\n They were together, and he fell.\n\nDefunctive music under sea\n Passed seaward with the passing bell\n Slowly: the God Hercules\n Had left him, that had loved him well.\n\nThe horses, under the axletree\n Beat up the dawn from Istria\n With even feet. Her shuttered barge\n Burned on the water all the day.\n\nBut this or such was Bleistein’s way:\n A saggy bending of the knees\n And elbows, with the palms turned out,\n Chicago Semite Viennese.\n\nA lustreless protrusive eye\n Stares from the protozoic slime\n At a perspective of Canaletto.\n The smoky candle end of time\n\nDeclines. On the Rialto once.\n The rats are underneath the piles.\n The jew is underneath the lot.\n Money in furs. The boatman smiles,\n\nPrincess Volupine extends\n A meagre, blue-nailed, phthisic hand\n To climb the waterstair. Lights, lights,\n She entertains Sir Ferdinand\n\nKlein. Who clipped the lion’s wings\n And flea’d his rump and pared his claws?\n Thought Burbank, meditating on\n Time’s ruins, and the seven laws.","themes":["hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#burbank-with-a-baedeker-bleistein-with-a-cigar","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"burbank-with-a-baedeker-bleistein-with-a-cigar","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. Author epigraphs and internal sections retained; endnotes and contributor material excluded. Typography follows Standard Ebooks. 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Look, look, wenches!\n\nPaint me a cavernous waste shore\n Cast in the unstilted Cyclades,\n Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks\n Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.\n\nDisplay me Aeolus above\n Reviewing the insurgent gales\n Which tangle Ariadne’s hair\n And swell with haste the perjured sails.\n\nMorning stirs the feet and hands\n (Nausicaa and Polypheme),\n Gesture of orangutan\n Rises from the sheets in steam.\n\nThis withered root of knots of hair\n Slitted below and gashed with eyes,\n This oval O cropped out with teeth:\n The sickle motion from the thighs\n\nJackknifes upward at the knees\n Then straightens out from heel to hip\n Pushing the framework of the bed\n And clawing at the pillow slip.\n\nSweeney addressed full length to shave\n Broadbottomed, pink from nape to base,\n Knows the female temperament\n And wipes the suds around his face.\n\n(The lengthened shadow of a man\n Is history, said Emerson\n Who had not seen the silhouette\n Of Sweeney straddled in the sun).\n\nTests the razor on his leg\n Waiting until the shriek subsides.\n The epileptic on the bed\n Curves backward, clutching at her sides.\n\nThe ladies of the corridor\n Find themselves involved, disgraced,\n Call witness to their principles\n And deprecate the lack of taste\n\nObserving that hysteria\n Might easily be misunderstood;\n Mrs. Turner intimates\n It does the house no sort of good.\n\nBut Doris, towelled from the bath,\n Enters padding on broad feet,\n Bringing sal volatile\n And a glass of brandy neat.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#sweeney-erect","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"sweeney-erect","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. 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Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"En l’an trentiesme de mon aage\n Que toutes mes hontes j’ay beues …\n\nLe Grand Testament\n\nPipit sate upright in her chair\n Some distance from where I was sitting;\n  Views of the Oxford Colleges\n Lay on the table, with the knitting.\n\nDaguerreotypes and silhouettes,\n Her grandfather and great great aunts,\n Supported on the mantelpiece\n An Invitation to the Dance.\n\nI shall not want Honour in Heaven\n For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney\n And have talk with Coriolanus\n And other heroes of that kidney.\n\nI shall not want Capital in Heaven\n For I shall meet Sir Alfred Mond:\n We two shall lie together, lapt\n In a five percent Exchequer Bond.\n\nI shall not want Society in Heaven,\n Lucretia Borgia shall be my Bride;\n Her anecdotes will be more amusing\n Than Pipit’s experience could provide.\n\nI shall not want Pipit in Heaven:\n Madame Blavatsky will instruct me\n In the Seven Sacred Trances;\n Piccarda de Donati will conduct me.\n\nBut where is the penny world I bought\n To eat with Pipit behind the screen?\n The red-eyed scavengers are creeping\n From Kentish Town and Golder’s Green;\n\nWhere are the eagles and the trumpets?\n\nBuried beneath some snow-deep Alps.\n Over buttered scones and crumpets\n Weeping, weeping multitudes\n Droop in a hundred A.B.C.’s","themes":["grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#a-cooking-egg","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"a-cooking-egg","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. 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Eliot","lang":"fr","form":"Poem","text":"Malheur à la malheureuse Tamise!\n Qui coule si pres du Spectateur.\n Le directeur\n Conservateur\n Du Spectateur\n Empeste la brise.\n Les actionnaires\n Réactionnaires\n Du Spectateur\n Conservateur\n Bras dessus bras dessous\n Font des tours\n A pas de loup.\n Dans un égout\n Une petite fille\n En guenilles\n Camarde\n Regarde\n Le directeur\n Du Spectateur\n Conservateur\n Et crève d’amour.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#le-directeur","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"le-directeur","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. Author epigraphs and internal sections retained; endnotes and contributor material excluded. Typography follows Standard Ebooks. 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Eliot","lang":"fr","form":"Poem","text":"En Amerique, professeur;\n En Angleterre, journaliste;\n C’est à grands pas et en sueur\n Que vous suivrez à peine ma piste.\n En Yorkshire, conferencier;\n A Londres, un peu banquier,\n Vous me paierez bien la tête.\n C’est à Paris que je me coiffe\n Casque noir de jemenfoutiste.\n En Allemagne, philosophe\n Surexcité par Emporheben\n Au grand air de Bergsteigleben;\n J’erre toujours de-ci de-là\n A divers coups de tra la la\n De Damas jusqu’à Omaha.\n Je celebrai mon jour de fête\n Dans une oasis d’Afrique\n Vêtu d’une peau de girafe.\n\nOn montrera mon cénotaphe\n Aux côtes brûlantes de Mozambique.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#melange-adultere-de-tout","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"melange-adultere-de-tout","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. 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Eliot","lang":"fr","form":"Poem","text":"Ils ont vu les Pays-Bas, ils rentrent à Terre Haute;\n Mais une nuit d’été, les voici à Ravenne,\n A l’aise entre deux draps, chez deux centaines de punaises;\n La sueur aestivale, et une forte odeur de chienne\n Ils restent sur le dos écartant le genoux\n De quatre jambes molles tout gonflées de morsures.\n On relève le drap pour mieux égratigner.\n Moins d’une lieue d’ici est Saint Apollinaire\n In Classe, basilique connue des amateurs\n De chapitaux d’acanthe que touraoie le vent.\n\nIls vont prendre le train de huit heures\n Prolonger leurs misères de Padoue à Milan\n Ou se trouvent le Cène, et un restaurant pas cher.\n Lui pense aux pourboires, et redige son bilan.\n Ils auront vu la Suisse et traversé la France.\n Et Saint Apollinaire, raide et ascétique,\n Vieille usine désaffectée de Dieu, tient encore\n Dans ses pierres ècroulantes la forme precise de Byzance.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#lune-de-miel","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"lune-de-miel","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. 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Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"To you particularly, and to all the Volscians\n Great hurt and mischief.\n\nCoriolanus\n\nTired\n Subterrene laughter synchronous\n With silence from the sacred wood\n And bubbling of the uninspired\n Mephitic river.\n Misunderstood\n The accents of the now retired\n Profession of the calamus.\n\nTortured.\n When the bridegroom smoothed his hair\n There was blood upon the bed.\n Morning was already late.\n Children singing in the orchard\n (Io Hymen, Hymenæe)\n Succuba eviscerate.\n\nTortuous.\n By arrangement with Perseus\n The fooled resentment of the dragon\n Sailing before the wind at dawn.\n Golden apocalypse. Indignant\n At the cheap extinction of his taking-off.\n Now lies he there\n Tip to tip washed beneath Charles’ Wagon.","themes":["hope","loneliness","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#ode-1","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"ode-1","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. Author epigraphs and internal sections retained; endnotes and contributor material excluded. Typography follows Standard Ebooks. 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Sine his Ecclesia non vocatur; de quibus suadeo vos sic habeo.\n\nS. Ignatii Ad Trallianos\n\nAnd when this epistle is read among you, cause that it be read also in the church of the Laodiceans.\n\nColossians 4:16\n\nThe broad-backed hippopotamus\n Rests on his belly in the mud;\n Although he seems so firm to us\n He is merely flesh and blood.\n\nFlesh-and-blood is weak and frail,\n Susceptible to nervous shock;\n While the True Church can never fail\n For it is based upon a rock.\n\nThe hippo’s feeble steps may err\n In compassing material ends,\n While the True Church need never stir\n To gather in its dividends.\n\nThe ’potamus can never reach\n The mango on the mango-tree;\n But fruits of pomegranate and peach\n Refresh the Church from over sea.\n\nAt mating time the hippo’s voice\n Betrays inflections hoarse and odd,\n But every week we hear rejoice\n The Church, at being one with God.\n\nThe hippopotamus’s day\n Is passed in sleep; at night he hunts;\n God works in a mysterious way—\n The Church can sleep and feed at once.\n\nI saw the ’potamus take wing\n Ascending from the damp savannas,\n And quiring angels round him sing\n The praise of God, in loud hosannas.\n\nBlood of the Lamb shall wash him clean\n And him shall heavenly arms enfold,\n Among the saints he shall be seen\n Performing on a harp of gold.\n\nHe shall be washed as white as snow,\n By all the martyr’d virgins kiss,\n While the True Church remains below\n Wrapt in the old miasmal mist.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#the-hippopotamus","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"the-hippopotamus","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. 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Eliot","lang":"fr","form":"Poem","text":"Le garçon délabré qui n’a rien à faire\n Que de se gratter les doigts et se pencher sur mon épaule:\n “Dans mon pays il fera temps pluvieux,\n Du vent, du grand soleil, et de la pluie;\n C’est ce qu’on appelle le jour de lessive des gueux.”\n (Bavard, baveux, à la croupe arrondie,\n Je te prie, au moins, ne bave pas dans la soupe).\n “Les saules trempés, et des bourgeons sur les ronces—\n C’est là, dans une averse, qu’on s’abrite.\n J’avais septtans, elle était plus petite.\n Elle etait toute mouillée, je lui ai donné des primavères.”\n Les tâches de son gilet montent au chiffre de trente-huit.\n “Je la chatouillais, pour la faire rire.\n J’éprouvais un instant de puissance et de délire.”\n\nMais alors, vieux lubrique, a cet âge …\n “Monsieur, le fait est dur.\n Il est venu, nous peloter, un gros chien;\n Moi j’avais peur, je l’ai quittee a mi-chemin.\n C’est dommage.”\n\nMais alors, tu as ton vautour!\n Va t’en te décrotter les rides du visage;\n Tiens, ma fourchette, décrasse-toi le crâne.\n De quel droit payes-tu des expériences comme moi?\n Tiens, voilà dix sous, pour la salle-de-bains.\n\nPhlébas, le Phénicien, pendant quinze jours noyé,\n Oubliait les cris des mouettes et la houle de Cornouaille,\n Et les profits et les pertes, et la cargaison d’etain:\n Un courant de sous-mer l’emporta tres loin,\n Le repassant aux étapes de sa vie antérieure.\n Figurez-vous donc, c’etait un sort penible;\n Cependant, ce fut jadis un bel homme, de haute taille.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#dans-le-restaurant","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"dans-le-restaurant","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. 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Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Webster was much possessed by death\n And saw the skull beneath the skin;\n And breastless creatures under ground\n Leaned backward with a lipless grin.\n\nDaffodil bulbs instead of balls\n Stared from the sockets of the eyes!\n He knew that thought clings round dead limbs\n Tightening its lusts and luxuries.\n\nDonne, I suppose, was such another\n Who found no substitute for sense;\n To seize and clutch and penetrate,\n Expert beyond experience,\n\nHe knew the anguish of the marrow\n The ague of the skeleton;\n No contact possible to flesh\n Allayed the fever of the bone.\n\nGrishkin is nice: her Russian eye\n Is underlined for emphasis;\n Uncorseted, her friendly bust\n Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.\n\nThe couched Brazilian jaguar\n Compels the scampering marmoset\n With subtle effluence of cat;\n Grishkin has a maisonette;\n\nThe sleek Brazilian jaguar\n Does not in its arboreal gloom\n Distil so rank a feline smell\n As Grishkin in a drawing-room.\n\nAnd even the Abstract Entities\n Circumambulate her charm;\n But our lot crawls between dry ribs\n To keep our metaphysics warm.","themes":["death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#whispers-of-immortality","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"whispers-of-immortality","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. 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Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Look, look, master, here comes two religious caterpillars.\n\nThe Jew of Malta\n\nPolyphiloprogenitive\n The sapient sutlers of the Lord\n Drift across the windowpanes.\n In the beginning was the Word.\n\nIn the beginning was the Word.\n Superfetation of τὸ ἔν,\n And at the mensual turn of time\n Produced enervate Origen.\n\nA painter of the Umbrian school\n Designed upon a gesso ground\n The nimbus of the Baptized God.\n The wilderness is cracked and browned\n\nBut through the water pale and thin\n Still shine the unoffending feet\n And there above the painter set\n The Father and the Paraclete.\n\nThe sable presbyters approach\n The avenue of penitence;\n The young are red and pustular\n Clutching piaculative pence.\n\nUnder the penitential gates\n Sustained by staring Seraphim\n Where the souls of the devout\n Burn invisible and dim.\n\nAlong the garden-wall the bees\n With hairy bellies pass between\n The staminate and pistilate,\n Blest office of the epicene.\n\nSweeney shifts from ham to ham\n Stirring the water in his bath.\n The masters of the subtle schools\n Are controversial, polymath.","themes":["time","spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#mr-eliots-sunday-morning-service","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"mr-eliots-sunday-morning-service","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. 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Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"ὤμοι, πέπληγμαι καιρίαν τληγὴν ἔσω.\n\nAgamemnon\n\nApeneck Sweeney spreads his knees\n Letting his arms hang down to laugh,\n The zebra stripes along his jaw\n Swelling to maculate giraffe.\n\nThe circles of the stormy moon\n Slide westward toward the River Plate,\n Death and the Raven drift above\n And Sweeney guards the hornèd gate.\n\nGloomy Orion and the Dog\n Are veiled; and hushed the shrunken seas;\n The person in the Spanish cape\n Tries to sit on Sweeney’s knees\n\nSlips and pulls the table cloth\n Overturns a coffee-cup,\n Reorganized upon the floor\n She yawns and draws a stocking up;\n\nThe silent man in mocha brown\n Sprawls at the windowsill and gapes;\n The waiter brings in oranges\n Bananas figs and hothouse grapes;\n\nThe silent vertebrate in brown\n Contracts and concentrates, withdraws;\n Rachel née Rabinovitch\n Tears at the grapes with murderous paws;\n\nShe and the lady in the cape\n Are suspect, thought to be in league;\n Therefore the man with heavy eyes\n Declines the gambit, shows fatigue,\n\nLeaves the room and reappears\n Outside the window, leaning in,\n Branches of wisteria\n Circumscribe a golden grin;\n\nThe host with someone indistinct\n Converses at the door apart,\n The nightingales are singing near\n The Convent of the Sacred Heart,\n\nAnd sang within the bloody wood\n When Agamemnon cried aloud,\n And let their liquid droppings fall\n To stain the stiff dishonoured shroud.","themes":["love","grief","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#sweeney-among-the-nightingales","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"sweeney-among-the-nightingales","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. 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Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"“Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: Σίβυλλα τί θέλεις; respondebat illa: ἀποθανεῖν θέλω.”\n\nSatyricon\n\nFor Ezra Pound\n\nil miglior fabbro\n\nI\n\nThe Burial of the Dead\n\nApril is the cruellest month, breeding\n Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing\n Memory and desire, stirring\n Dull roots with spring rain.\n Winter kept us warm, covering\n Earth in forgetful snow, feeding\n A little life with dried tubers.\n Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee\n With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,\n And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,\n And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.\n Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.\n And when we were children, staying at the archduke’s,\n My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,\n And I was frightened. He said, Marie,\n Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.\n In the mountains, there you feel free.\n I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.\n\nWhat are the roots that clutch, what branches grow\n Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,\n You cannot say, or guess, for you know only\n A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,\n And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,\n And the dry stone no sound of water. Only\n There is shadow under this red rock,\n (Come in under the shadow of this red rock),\n And I will show you something different from either\n Your shadow at morning striding behind you\n Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;\n I will show you fear in a handful of dust.\n\nFrisch weht der Wind\n Der Heimat zu\n Mein Irisch Kind,\n Wo weilest du?\n\n“You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;\n “They called me the hyacinth girl.”\n —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,\n Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not\n Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither\n Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,\n Looking into the heart of light, the silence.\n Oed’ und leer das Meer.\n\nMadame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,\n Had a bad cold, nevertheless\n Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,\n With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,\n Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,\n (Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)\n Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,\n The lady of situations.\n Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,\n And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,\n Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,\n Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find\n The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.\n I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.\n Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,\n Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:\n One must be so careful these days.\n\nUnreal City,\n Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,\n A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,\n I had not thought death had undone so many.\n Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,\n And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.\n Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,\n To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours\n With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.\n There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying “Stetson!\n “You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!\n “That corpse you planted last year in your garden,\n “Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?\n “Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?\n “Oh keep the Dog far hence, that’s friend to men,\n “Or with his nails he’ll dig it up again!\n “You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable—mon frère!”\n\nII\n\nA Game of Chess\n\nThe Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,\n Glowed on the marble, where the glass\n Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines\n From which a golden Cupidon peeped out\n (Another hid his eyes behind his wing)\n Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra\n Reflecting light upon the table as\n The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,\n From satin cases poured in rich profusion.\n In vials of ivory and coloured glass\n Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,\n Unguent, powdered, or liquid—troubled, confused\n And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air\n That freshened from the window, these ascended\n In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,\n Flung their smoke into the laquearia,\n Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.\n Huge sea-wood fed with copper\n Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,\n In which sad light a carvèd dolphin swam.\n Above the antique mantel was displayed\n As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene\n The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king\n So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale\n Filled all the desert with inviolable voice\n And still she cried, and still the world pursues,\n “Jug Jug” to dirty ears.\n And other withered stumps of time\n Were told upon the walls; staring forms\n Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.\n Footsteps shuffled on the stair.\n Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair\n Spread out in fiery points\n Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.\n\n“My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me.\n “Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.\n “What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?\n “I never know what you are thinking. Think.”\n\nI think we are in rats’ alley\n Where the dead men lost their bones.\n\n“What is that noise?”\n The wind under the door.\n “What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?”\n Nothing again nothing.\n “Do\n “You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember\n “Nothing?”\n\nI remember\n Those are pearls that were his eyes.\n “Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?”\n But\n O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag—\n It’s so elegant\n So intelligent\n “What shall I do now? What shall I do?”\n “I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street\n “With my hair down, so. What shall we do tomorrow?\n “What shall we ever do?”\n The hot water at ten.\n And if it rains, a closed car at four.\n And we shall play a game of chess,\n Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.\n\nWhen Lil’s husband got demobbed, I said—\n I didn’t mince my words, I said to her myself,\n  Hurry up please it’s time\n Now Albert’s coming back, make yourself a bit smart.\n He’ll want to know what you done with that money he gave you\n To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.\n You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,\n He said, I swear, I can’t bear to look at you.\n And no more can’t I, I said, and think of poor Albert,\n He’s been in the army four years, he wants a good time,\n And if you don’t give it him, there’s others will, I said.\n Oh is there, she said. Something o’ that, I said.\n Then I’ll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.\n  Hurry up please it’s time\n If you don’t like it you can get on with it, I said.\n Others can pick and choose if you can’t.\n But if Albert makes off, it won’t be for lack of telling.\n You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.\n (And her only thirty-one.)\n I can’t help it, she said, pulling a long face,\n It’s them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.\n (She’s had five already, and nearly died of young George.)\n The chemist said it would be all right, but I’ve never been the same.\n You are a proper fool, I said.\n Well, if Albert won’t leave you alone, there it is, I said,\n What you get married for if you don’t want children?\n  Hurry up please it’s time\n Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,\n And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot—\n  Hurry up please it’s time\n  Hurry up please it’s time\n Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight.\n Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.\n Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.\n\nIII\n\nThe Fire Sermon\n\nThe river’s tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf\n Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind\n Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.\n Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.\n The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,\n Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends\n Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.\n And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors;\n Departed, have left no addresses.\n By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept …\n Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,\n Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.\n But at my back in a cold blast I hear\n The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.\n\nA rat crept softly through the vegetation\n Dragging its slimy belly on the bank\n While I was fishing in the dull canal\n On a winter evening round behind the gashouse\n Musing upon the king my brother’s wreck\n And on the king my father’s death before him.\n White bodies naked on the low damp ground\n And bones cast in a little low dry garret,\n Rattled by the rat’s foot only, year to year.\n But at my back from time to time I hear\n The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring\n Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring.\n O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter\n And on her daughter\n They wash their feet in soda water\n  Et O ces voix d’enfants, chantant dans la coupole!\n\nTwit twit twit\n Jug jug jug jug jug jug\n So rudely forc’d.\n Tereu\n\nUnreal City\n Under the brown fog of a winter noon\n Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant\n Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants\n C.i.f. London: documents at sight,\n Asked me in demotic French\n To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel\n Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.\n\nAt the violet hour, when the eyes and back\n Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits\n Like a taxi throbbing waiting,\n I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,\n Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see\n At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives\n Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,\n The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights\n Her stove, and lays out food in tins.\n Out of the window perilously spread\n Her drying combinations touched by the sun’s last rays,\n On the divan are piled (at night her bed)\n Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.\n I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs\n Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest—\n I too awaited the expected guest.\n He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,\n A small house agent’s clerk, with one bold stare,\n One of the low on whom assurance sits\n As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.\n The time is now propitious, as he guesses,\n The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,\n Endeavours to engage her in caresses\n Which still are unreproved, if undesired.\n Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;\n Exploring hands encounter no defence;\n His vanity requires no response,\n And makes a welcome of indifference.\n (And I Tiresias have foresuffered all\n Enacted on this same divan or bed;\n I who have sat by Thebes below the wall\n And walked among the lowest of the dead.)\n Bestows one final patronising kiss,\n And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit …\n\nShe turns and looks a moment in the glass,\n Hardly aware of her departed lover;\n Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:\n “Well now that’s done: and I’m glad it’s over.”\n When lovely woman stoops to folly and\n Paces about her room again, alone,\n She smooths her hair with automatic hand,\n And puts a record on the gramophone.\n\n“This music crept by me upon the waters”\n And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street.\n O City city, I can sometimes hear\n Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street,\n The pleasant whining of a mandoline\n And a clatter and a chatter from within\n Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls\n Of Magnus Martyr hold\n Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.\n\nThe river sweats\n Oil and tar\n The barges drift\n With the turning tide\n Red sails\n Wide\n To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.\n The barges wash\n Drifting logs\n Down Greenwich reach\n Past the Isle of Dogs.\n Weialala leia\n Wallala leialala\n Elizabeth and Leicester\n Beating oars\n The stern was formed\n A gilded shell\n Red and gold\n The brisk swell\n Rippled both shores\n Southwest wind\n Carried down stream\n The peal of bells\n White towers\n Weialala leia\n Wallala leialala\n\n“Trams and dusty trees.\n Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew\n Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees\n Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.”\n\n“My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart\n Under my feet. After the event\n He wept. He promised ‘a new start.’\n I made no comment. What should I resent?”\n “On Margate Sands.\n I can connect\n Nothing with nothing.\n The broken fingernails of dirty hands.\n My people humble people who expect\n Nothing.”\n la la\n\nTo Carthage then I came\n\nBurning burning burning burning\n O Lord Thou pluckest me out\n O Lord Thou pluckest\n\nburning\n\nIV\n\nDeath by Water\n\nPhlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,\n Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell\n And the profit and loss.\n A current under sea\n Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell\n He passed the stages of his age and youth\n Entering the whirlpool.\n Gentile or Jew\n O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,\n Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.\n\nV\n\nWhat the Thunder Said\n\nAfter the torchlight red on sweaty faces\n After the frosty silence in the gardens\n After the agony in stony places\n The shouting and the crying\n Prison and palace and reverberation\n Of thunder of spring over distant mountains\n He who was living is now dead\n We who were living are now dying\n With a little patience\n\nHere is no water but only rock\n Rock and no water and the sandy road\n The road winding above among the mountains\n Which are mountains of rock without water\n If there were water we should stop and drink\n Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think\n Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand\n If there were only water amongst the rock\n Dead mount in mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit\n Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit\n There is not even silence in the mountains\n But dry sterile thunder without rain\n There is not even solitude in the mountains\n But red sullen faces sneer and snarl\n From doors of mudcracked houses\n If there were water\n And no rock\n If there were rock\n And also water\n And water\n A spring\n A pool among the rock\n If there were the sound of water only\n Not the cicada\n And dry grass singing\n But sound of water over a rock\n Where the hermit thrush sings in the pine trees\n Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop\n But there is no water\n\nWho is the third who walks always beside you?\n When I count, there are only you and I together\n But when I look ahead up the white road\n There is always another one walking beside you\n Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded\n I do not know whether a man or a woman\n —But who is that on the other side of you?\n What is that sound high in the air\n Murmur of maternal lamentation\n Who are those hooded hordes swarming\n Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth\n Ringed by the flat horizon only\n What is the city over the mountains\n Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air\n Falling towers\n Jerusalem Athens Alexandria\n Vienna London\n Unreal\n\nA woman drew her long black hair out tight\n And fiddled whisper music on those strings\n And bats with baby faces in the violet light\n Whistled, and beat their wings\n And crawled head downward down a blackened wall\n And upside down in air were towers\n Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours\n And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.\n\nIn this decayed hole among the mountains\n In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing\n Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel\n There is the empty chapel, only the wind’s home.\n It has no windows, and the door swings,\n Dry bones can harm no one.\n Only a cock stood on the rooftree\n Co co rico co co rico\n In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust\n Bringing rain\n\nGanga was sunken, and the limp leaves\n Waited for rain, while the black clouds\n Gathered far distant, over Himavant.\n The jungle crouched, humped in silence.\n Then spoke the thunder\n  Da\n Datta: what have we given?\n My friend, blood shaking my heart\n The awful daring of a moment’s surrender\n Which an age of prudence can never retract\n By this, and this only, we have existed\n Which is not to be found in our obituaries\n Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider\n Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor\n In our empty rooms\n  Da\n Dayadhvam: I have heard the key\n Turn in the door once and turn once only\n We think of the key, each in his prison\n Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison\n Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours\n Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus\n  Da\n Damyata: The boat responded\n Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar\n The sea was calm, your heart would have responded\n Gaily, when invited, beating obedient\n To controlling hands\n\nI sat upon the shore\n Fishing, with the arid plain behind me\n Shall I at least set my lands in order?\n\nLondon Bridge is falling down falling down falling down\n  Poi s’ascose nel foco che gli affina\n Quando fiam ceu chelidon—O swallow swallow\n  Le Prince d’Aquitaine à la tour abolie\n These fragments I have shored against my ruins\n Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo’s mad againe.\n Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.\n\nShantih shantih shantih","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#the-waste-land","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"the-waste-land","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. Author epigraphs and internal sections retained; endnotes and contributor material excluded. Typography follows Standard Ebooks. This is not Eliot’s complete lifetime or posthumous oeuvre.","license":"US public-domain source poems; Standard Ebooks contributions dedicated under CC0 1.0","licenseUrl":"https://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/","contentHash":"94333158a0aaa4ddbe83c494626ef30f2b7ca8b180d79a73fd8dff243ed77276","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Standard Ebooks identifies source poems published 1904–1930 as US public domain and dedicates its contributions under CC0. Eliot died in 1965: India section 22 term for lifetime-published works expired at the end of 2025. Later/posthumous works are not included."},{"id":"eliot-poetry-the-hollow-men","title":"The Hollow Men","poet":"T. S. Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Mistah Kurtz—he dead.\n\nA penny for the Old Guy\n\nI\n\nWe are the hollow men\n We are the stuffed men\n Leaning together\n Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!\n Our dried voices, when\n We whisper together\n Are quiet and meaningless\n As wind in dry grass\n Or rats’ feet over broken glass\n In our dry cellar\n\nShape without form, shade without colour,\n Paralysed force, gesture without motion;\n\nThose who have crossed\n With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom\n Remember us—if at all—not as lost\n Violent souls, but only\n As the hollow men\n The stuffed men.\n\nII\n\nEyes I dare not meet in dreams\n In death’s dream kingdom\n These do not appear:\n There, the eyes are\n Sunlight on a broken column\n There, is a tree swinging\n And voices are\n In the wind’s singing\n More distant and more solemn\n Than a fading star.\n\nLet me be no nearer\n In death’s dream kingdom\n Let me also wear\n Such deliberate disguises\n Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves\n In a field\n Behaving as the wind behaves\n No nearer—\n\nNot that final meeting\n In the twilight kingdom\n\nIII\n\nThis is the dead land\n This is cactus land\n Here the stone images\n Are raised, here they receive\n The supplication of a dead man’s hand\n Under the twinkle of a fading star.\n\nIs it like this\n In death’s other kingdom\n Waking alone\n At the hour when we are\n Trembling with tenderness\n Lips that would kiss\n Form prayers to broken stone.\n\nIV\n\nThe eyes are not here\n There are no eyes here\n In this valley of dying stars\n In this hollow valley\n This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms\n\nIn this last of meeting places\n We grope together\n And avoid speech\n Gathered on this beach of the tumid river\n\nSightless, unless\n The eyes reappear\n As the perpetual star\n Multifoliate rose\n Of death’s twilight kingdom\n The hope only\n Of empty men.\n\nV\n\nHere we go round the prickly pear\n  Prickly pear prickly pear\n  Here we go round the prickly pear\n  At five o’clock in the morning.\n\nBetween the idea\n And the reality\n Between the motion\n And the act\n Falls the Shadow\n  For Thine is the Kingdom\n\nBetween the conception\n And the creation\n Between the emotion\n And the response\n Falls the Shadow\n  Life is very long\n\nBetween the desire\n And the spasm\n Between the potency\n And the existence\n Between the essence\n And the descent\n Falls the Shadow\n  For Thine is the Kingdom\n\nFor Thine is\n Life is\n For Thine is the\n\n  This is the way the world ends\n  This is the way the world ends\n  This is the way the world ends\n  Not with a bang but a whimper.","themes":["love","nature","hope","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#the-hollow-men","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"the-hollow-men","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. Author epigraphs and internal sections retained; endnotes and contributor material excluded. Typography follows Standard Ebooks. This is not Eliot’s complete lifetime or posthumous oeuvre.","license":"US public-domain source poems; Standard Ebooks contributions dedicated under CC0 1.0","licenseUrl":"https://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/","contentHash":"b9ee1a7b195c99f37a47a169dc5fea7d6de0c149aa24971c6ca74d714224ff84","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Standard Ebooks identifies source poems published 1904–1930 as US public domain and dedicates its contributions under CC0. Eliot died in 1965: India section 22 term for lifetime-published works expired at the end of 2025. Later/posthumous works are not included."},{"id":"eliot-poetry-journey-of-the-magi","title":"Journey of the Magi","poet":"T. S. Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"“A cold coming we had of it,\n Just the worst time of the year\n For a journey, and such a long journey:\n The ways deep and the weather sharp,\n The very dead of winter.”\n And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,\n Lying down in the melting snow.\n There were times we regretted\n The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,\n And the silken girls bringing sherbet.\n Then the camel men cursing and grumbling\n And running away, and wanting their liquor and women,\n And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters,\n And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly\n And the villages dirty and charging high prices:\n A hard time we had of it.\n At the end we preferred to travel all night,\n Sleeping in snatches,\n With the voices singing in our ears, saying\n That this was all folly.\n\nThen at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,\n Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;\n With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,\n And three trees on the low sky,\n And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.\n Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,\n Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,\n And feet kicking the empty wine-skins.\n But there was no information, and so we continued\n And arrived at evening, not a moment too soon\n Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory.\n\nAll this was a long time ago, I remember,\n And I would do it again, but set down\n This set down\n This: were we led all that way for\n Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly,\n We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,\n But had thought they were different; this Birth was\n Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.\n We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,\n But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,\n With an alien people clutching their gods.\n I should be glad of another death.","themes":["nature","hope","time","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#journey-of-the-magi","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"journey-of-the-magi","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. Author epigraphs and internal sections retained; endnotes and contributor material excluded. Typography follows Standard Ebooks. This is not Eliot’s complete lifetime or posthumous oeuvre.","license":"US public-domain source poems; Standard Ebooks contributions dedicated under CC0 1.0","licenseUrl":"https://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/","contentHash":"fb6b26101f63f6815be96c5e1543cca403a7b325d28f16537f2f8517fe757262","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Standard Ebooks identifies source poems published 1904–1930 as US public domain and dedicates its contributions under CC0. Eliot died in 1965: India section 22 term for lifetime-published works expired at the end of 2025. Later/posthumous works are not included."},{"id":"eliot-poetry-a-song-for-simeon","title":"A Song for Simeon","poet":"T. S. Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Lord, the Roman hyacinths are blooming in bowls and\n The winter sun creeps by the snow hills;\n The stubborn season has made stand.\n My life is light, waiting for the death wind,\n Like a feather on the back of my hand.\n Dust in sunlight and memory in corners\n Wait for the wind that chills towards the dead land.\n\nGrant us thy peace.\n I have walked many years in this city,\n Kept faith and fast, provided for the poor,\n Have given and taken honour and ease.\n There went never any rejected from my door.\n Who shall remember my house, where shall live my children’s children\n When the time of sorrow is come?\n They will take to the goat’s path, and the fox’s home,\n Fleeing from the foreign faces and the foreign swords.\n\nBefore the time of cords and scourges and lamentation\n Grant us thy peace.\n Before the stations of the mountain of desolation,\n Before the certain hour of maternal sorrow,\n Now at this birth season of decease,\n Let the Infant, the still unspeaking and unspoken Word,\n Grant Israel’s consolation\n To one who has eighty years and no tomorrow.\n\nAccording to thy word.\n They shall praise Thee and suffer in every generation\n With glory and derision,\n Light upon light, mounting the saints’ stair.\n Not for me the martyrdom, the ecstasy of thought and prayer,\n Not for me the ultimate vision.\n Grant me thy peace.\n (And a sword shall pierce thy heart,\n Thine also.)\n I am tired with my own life and the lives of those after me,\n I am dying in my own death and the deaths of those after me.\n Let thy servant depart,\n Having seen thy salvation.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#a-song-for-simeon","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"a-song-for-simeon","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. Author epigraphs and internal sections retained; endnotes and contributor material excluded. Typography follows Standard Ebooks. This is not Eliot’s complete lifetime or posthumous oeuvre.","license":"US public-domain source poems; Standard Ebooks contributions dedicated under CC0 1.0","licenseUrl":"https://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/","contentHash":"36bfceb85edca683e207f30f56f001855c412cddac76a3b0e4405fea904413df","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Standard Ebooks identifies source poems published 1904–1930 as US public domain and dedicates its contributions under CC0. Eliot died in 1965: India section 22 term for lifetime-published works expired at the end of 2025. Later/posthumous works are not included."},{"id":"eliot-poetry-animula","title":"Animula","poet":"T. S. Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"“Issues from the hand of God, the simple soul”\n To a flat world of changing lights and noise,\n To light, dark, dry or damp, chilly or warm;\n Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs,\n Rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys,\n Advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm,\n Retreating to the corner of arm and knee,\n Eager to be reassured, taking pleasure\n In the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree,\n Pleasure in the wind, the sunlight and the sea;\n Studies the sunlit pattern on the floor\n And running stags around a silver tray;\n Confounds the actual and the fanciful,\n Content with playing-cards and kings and queens,\n What the fairies do and what the servants say.\n The heavy burden of the growing soul\n Perplexes and offends more, day by day;\n Week by week, offends and perplexes more\n With the imperatives of “is and seems”\n And may and may not, desire and control.\n The pain of living and the drug of dreams\n Curl up the small soul in the window seat\n Behind the Encyclopaedia Britannica.\n Issues from the hand of time the simple soul\n Irresolute and selfish, misshapen, lame,\n Unable to fare forward or retreat,\n Fearing the warm reality, the offered good,\n Denying the importunity of the blood,\n Shadow of its own shadows, spectre in its own gloom,\n Leaving disordered papers in a dusty room;\n Living first in the silence after the viaticum.\n\nPray for Guiterriez, avid of speed and power,\n For Boudin, blown to pieces,\n For this one who made a great fortune,\n And that one who went his own way.\n Pray for Floret, by the boarhound slain between the yew trees,\n Pray for us now and at the hour of our birth.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#animula","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"animula","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. Author epigraphs and internal sections retained; endnotes and contributor material excluded. Typography follows Standard Ebooks. This is not Eliot’s complete lifetime or posthumous oeuvre.","license":"US public-domain source poems; Standard Ebooks contributions dedicated under CC0 1.0","licenseUrl":"https://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/","contentHash":"1554b27eb36202b126690f55b945b5c9b69078c3d445afc6476cb16f54cf7db8","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Standard Ebooks identifies source poems published 1904–1930 as US public domain and dedicates its contributions under CC0. Eliot died in 1965: India section 22 term for lifetime-published works expired at the end of 2025. Later/posthumous works are not included."},{"id":"eliot-poetry-marina","title":"Marina","poet":"T. S. Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Quis hic locus, quae\n regio, quae mundi plaga?\n\nWhat seas what shores what grey rocks and what islands\n What water lapping the bow\n And scent of pine and the woodthrush singing through the fog\n What images return\n O my daughter.\n\nThose who sharpen the tooth of the dog, meaning\n Death\n Those who glitter with the glory of the hummingbird, meaning\n Death\n Those who sit in the stye of contentment, meaning\n Death\n Those who suffer the ecstasy of the animals, meaning\n Death\n\nAre become unsubstantial, reduced by a wind,\n A breath of pine, and the woodsong fog\n By this grace dissolved in place\n\nWhat is this face, less clear and clearer\n The pulse in the arm, less strong and stronger—\n Given or lent? more distant than stars and nearer than the eye\n\nWhispers and small laughter between leaves and hurrying feet\n Under sleep, where all the waters meet.\n Bowsprit cracked with ice and paint cracked with heat.\n I made this, I have forgotten\n And remember.\n The rigging weak and the canvas rotten\n Between one June and another September.\n Made this unknowing, half conscious, unknown, my own.\n The garboard strake leaks, the seams need caulking.\n This form, this face, this life\n Living to live in a world of time beyond me; let me\n Resign my life for this life, my speech for that unspoken,\n The awakened, lips parted, the hope, the new ships.\n\nWhat seas what shores what granite islands towards my timbers\n And woodthrush calling through the fog\n My daughter.","themes":["hope","time","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#marina","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"marina","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. Author epigraphs and internal sections retained; endnotes and contributor material excluded. Typography follows Standard Ebooks. This is not Eliot’s complete lifetime or posthumous oeuvre.","license":"US public-domain source poems; Standard Ebooks contributions dedicated under CC0 1.0","licenseUrl":"https://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/","contentHash":"8e099ea8e32643696282dc13164cffa67141718bcf4d2ece64d70d83a19e4d90","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Standard Ebooks identifies source poems published 1904–1930 as US public domain and dedicates its contributions under CC0. Eliot died in 1965: India section 22 term for lifetime-published works expired at the end of 2025. Later/posthumous works are not included."},{"id":"eliot-poetry-ash-wednesday","title":"Ash-Wednesday","poet":"T. S. Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I\n\nBecause I do not hope to turn again\n Because I do not hope\n Because I do not hope to turn\n Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope\n I no longer strive to strive towards such things\n (Why should the agèd eagle stretch its wings?)\n Why should I mourn\n The vanished power of the usual reign?\n\nBecause I do not hope to know again\n The infirm glory of the positive hour\n Because I do not think\n Because I know I shall not know\n The one veritable transitory power\n Because I cannot drink\n There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is nothing again\n\nBecause I know that time is always time\n And place is always and only place\n And what is actual is actual only for one time\n And only for one place\n I rejoice that things are as they are and\n I renounce the blessèd face\n And renounce the voice\n Because I cannot hope to turn again\n Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something\n Upon which to rejoice\n\nAnd pray to God to have mercy upon us\n And I pray that I may forget\n These matters that with myself I too much discuss\n Too much explain\n Because I do not hope to turn again\n Let these words answer\n For what is done, not to be done again\n May the judgement not be too heavy upon us\n\nBecause these wings are no longer wings to fly\n But merely vans to beat the air\n The air which is now thoroughly small and dry\n Smaller and dryer than the will\n Teach us to care and not to care\n Teach us to sit still.\n\nPray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death\n Pray for us now and at the hour of our death.\n\nII\n\nLady, three white leopards sat under a juniper-tree\n In the cool of the day, having fed to satiety\n On my legs my heart my liver and that which had been contained\n In the hollow round of my skull. And God said\n Shall these bones live? shall these\n Bones live? And that which had been contained\n In the bones (which were already dry) said chirping:\n Because of the goodness of this Lady\n And because of her loveliness, and because\n She honours the Virgin in meditation,\n We shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembled\n Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love\n To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.\n It is this which recovers\n My guts the strings of my eyes and the indigestible portions\n Which the leopards reject. The Lady is withdrawn\n In a white gown, to contemplation, in a white gown.\n Let the whiteness of bones atone to forgetfulness.\n There is no life in them. As I am forgotten\n And would be forgotten, so I would forget\n Thus devoted, concentrated in purpose. And God said\n Prophesy to the wind, to the wind only for only\n The wind will listen. And the bones sang chirping\n With the burden of the grasshopper, saying\n\nLady of silences\n Calm and distressed\n Torn and most whole\n Rose of memory\n Rose of forgetfulness\n Exhausted and life-giving\n Worried reposeful\n The single Rose\n Is now the Garden\n Where all loves end\n Terminate torment\n Of love unsatisfied\n The greater torment\n Of love satisfied\n End of the endless\n Journey to no end\n Conclusion of all that\n Is inconclusible\n Speech without word and\n Word of no speech\n Grace to the Mother\n For the Garden\n Where all love ends.\n\nUnder a juniper-tree the bones sang, scattered and shining\n We are glad to be scattered, we did little good to each other,\n Under a tree in the cool of the day, with the blessing of sand,\n Forgetting themselves and each other, united\n In the quiet of the desert. This is the land which ye\n Shall divide by lot. And neither division nor unity\n Matters. This is the land. We have our inheritance.\n\nIII\n\nAt the first turning of the second stair\n I turned and saw below\n The same shape twisted on the banister\n Under the vapour in the fetid air\n Struggling with the devil of the stairs who wears\n The deceitful face of hope and of despair.\n\nAt the second turning of the second stair\n I left them twisting, turning below;\n There were no more faces and the stair was dark,\n Damp, jaggèd, like an old man’s mouth drivelling, beyond repair,\n Or the toothed gullet of an agèd shark.\n\nAt the first turning of the third stair\n Was a slotted window bellied like the fig’s fruit\n And beyond the hawthorn blossom and a pasture scene\n The broadbacked figure drest in blue and green\n Enchanted the maytime with an antique flute.\n Blown hair is sweet, brown hair over the mouth blown,\n Lilac and brown hair;\n Distraction, music of the flute, stops and steps of the mind over the third stair,\n Fading, fading; strength beyond hope and despair\n Climbing the third stair.\n\nLord, I am not worthy\n Lord, I am not worthy\n\nbut speak the word only.\n\nIV\n\nWho walked between the violet and the violet\n Who walked between\n The various ranks of varied green\n Going in white and blue, in Mary’s colour,\n Talking of trivial things\n In ignorance and in knowledge of eternal dolour\n Who moved among the others as they walked,\n Who then made strong the fountains and made fresh the springs\n\nMade cool the dry rock and made firm the sand\n In blue of larkspur, blue of Mary’s colour,\n Sovegna vos\n\nHere are the years that walk between, bearing\n Away the fiddles and the flutes, restoring\n One who moves in the time between sleep and waking, wearing\n\nWhite light folded, sheathed about her, folded.\n The new years walk, restoring\n Through a bright cloud of tears, the years, restoring\n With a new verse the ancient rhyme. Redeem\n The time. Redeem\n The unread vision in the higher dream\n While jewelled unicorns draw by the gilded hearse.\n\nThe silent sister veiled in white and blue\n Between the yews, behind the garden god,\n Whose flute is breathless, bent her head and signed but spoke no word\n\nBut the fountain sprang up and the bird sang down\n Redeem the time, redeem the dream\n The token of the word unheard, unspoken\n\nTill the wind shake a thousand whispers from the yew\n\nAnd after this our exile\n\nV\n\nIf the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent\n If the unheard, unspoken\n Word is unspoken, unheard;\n Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,\n The Word without a word, the Word within\n The world and for the world;\n And the light shone in darkness and\n Against the World the unstilled world still whirled\n About the centre of the silent Word.\n\nO my people, what have I done unto thee.\n\nWhere shall the word be found, where will the word\n Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence\n Not on the sea or on the islands, not\n On the mainland, in the desert or the rain land,\n For those who walk in darkness\n Both in the day time and in the night time\n The right time and the right place are not here\n No place of grace for those who avoid the face\n No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the voice\n\nWill the veiled sister pray for\n Those who walk in darkness, who chose thee and oppose thee,\n Those who are torn on the horn between season and season, time and time, between\n Hour and hour, word and word, power and power, those who wait\n In darkness? Will the veiled sister pray\n For children at the gate\n Who will not go away and cannot pray:\n Pray for those who chose and oppose\n\nO my people, what have I done unto thee.\n\nWill the veiled sister between the slender\n Yew trees pray for those who offend her\n And are terrified and cannot surrender\n And affirm before the world and deny between the rocks\n In the last desert between the last blue rocks\n The desert in the garden the garden in the desert\n Of drouth, spitting from the mouth the withered apple-seed.\n\nO my people.\n\nVI\n\nAlthough I do not hope to turn again\n Although I do not hope\n Although I do not hope to turn\n\nWavering between the profit and the loss\n In this brief transit where the dreams cross\n The dreamcrossed twilight between birth and dying\n (Bless me father) though I do not wish to wish these things\n From the wide window towards the granite shore\n The white sails still fly seaward, seaward flying\n Unbroken wings\n\nAnd the lost heart stiffens and rejoices\n In the lost lilac and the lost sea voices\n And the weak spirit quickens to rebel\n For the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell\n Quickens to recover\n The cry of quail and the whirling plover\n And the blind eye creates\n The empty forms between the ivory gates\n And smell renews the salt savour of the sandy earth\n\nThis is the time of tension between dying and birth\n The place of solitude where three dreams cross\n Between blue rocks\n But when the voices shaken from the yew-tree drift away\n Let the other yew be shaken and reply.\n\nBlessèd sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain, spirit of the garden,\n Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood\n Teach us to care and not to care\n Teach us to sit still\n Even among these rocks,\n Our peace in His will\n And even among these rocks\n Sister, mother\n And spirit of the river, spirit of the sea,\n Suffer me not to be separated\n\nAnd let my cry come unto Thee.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#ash-wednesday","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"ash-wednesday","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. Author epigraphs and internal sections retained; endnotes and contributor material excluded. Typography follows Standard Ebooks. This is not Eliot’s complete lifetime or posthumous oeuvre.","license":"US public-domain source poems; Standard Ebooks contributions dedicated under CC0 1.0","licenseUrl":"https://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/","contentHash":"09eb5da3726e4dd09f5aabce90e38fe7e08d4fec61562f5974807bcf53517839","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Standard Ebooks identifies source poems published 1904–1930 as US public domain and dedicates its contributions under CC0. Eliot died in 1965: India section 22 term for lifetime-published works expired at the end of 2025. Later/posthumous works are not included."},{"id":"eliot-poetry-a-fable-for-feasters","title":"A Fable for Feasters","poet":"T. S. Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"In England, long before that royal Mormon\n King Henry VIII found out that monks were quacks,\n And took their lands and money from the poor men,\n And brought their abbeys tumbling at their backs,\n There was a village founded by some Norman\n Who levied on all travelers his tax;\n Nearby this hamlet was a monastary\n Inhabited by a band of friars merry.\n\nThey were possessors of rich lands and wide,\n An orchard, and a vineyard, and a dairy;\n Whenever some old villainous baron died,\n He added to their hoards—a deed which ne’er he\n Had done before—their fortune multiplied,\n As if they had been kept by a kind fairy.\n Alas! no fairy visited their host,\n Oh, no; much worse than that, they had a ghost.\n\nSome wicked and heretical old sinner\n Perhaps, who had been walled up for his crimes;\n At any rate, he sometimes came to dinner,\n Whene’er the monks were having merry times.\n He stole the fatter cows and left the thinner\n To furnish all the milk—upset the chimes,\n And once he set the prior on the steeple,\n To the astonishment of all the people.\n\nWhen Christmas time was near the Abbot vowed\n They’d eat their meal from ghosts and phantoms free,\n The fiend must stay home—no ghosts allowed\n At this exclusive feast. From over sea\n He purchased at his own expense a crowd\n Of relics from a Spanish saint—said he:\n “If ghosts come uninvited, then, of course,\n I’ll be compelled to keep them off by force.”\n\nHe drenched the gown he wore with holy water,\n The turkeys, capons, boars, they were to eat,\n He even soakt the uncomplaining porter\n Who stood outside the door from head to feet.\n To make a rather lengthy story shorter,\n He left no wise precaution incomplete;\n He doused the room in which they were to dine,\n And watered everything except the wine.\n\nSo when all preparations had been made,\n The jovial epicures sat down to table.\n The menus of that time I am afraid\n I don’t know much about—as well’s I’m able\n I’ll go through the account: They made a raid\n On every bird and beast in Aesop’s fable\n To fill out their repast, and pies and puddings,\n And jellies, pasties, cakes among the good things.\n\nA mighty peacock standing on both legs\n With difficulty kept from toppling over,\n Next came a viand made of turtle eggs,\n And after that a great pie made of plover,\n And flagons which perhaps held several kegs\n Of ale, and cheese which they kept under cover.\n Last, a boar’s head, which to bring in took for pages,\n His mouth an apple held, his skull held sausages.\n\nOver their Christmas wassail the monks dozed,\n A fine old drink, though now gone out of use—\n His feet upon the table superposed\n Each wisht he had not eaten so much goose.\n The Abbot with proposing every toast\n Had drank more than he ought t’ have of grape juice.\n The lights began to burn distinctly blue,\n As in ghost stories lights most always do.\n\nThe doors, though barred and bolted most securely,\n Gave way—my statement nobody can doubt,\n Who knows the well known fact, as you do surely—\n That ghosts are fellows whom you can’t keep out;\n It is a thing to be lamented sorely\n Such slippery folk should be allowed about,\n For often they drop in at awkward moments,\n As everybody’ll know who reads this romance.\n\nThe Abbot sat as pasted to his chair,\n His eye became the size of any dollar,\n The ghost then took him roughly by the hair\n And bade him come with him, in accents hollow.\n The friars could do nought but gape and stare,\n The spirit pulled him rudely by the collar,\n And before any one could say “O jiminy!”\n The pair had vanisht swiftly up the chimney.\n\nNaturally every one searcht everywhere,\n But not a shred of Bishop could be found,\n The monks, when anyone questioned, would declare\n St. Peter’d snatcht to heaven their lord renowned,\n Though the wicked said (such rascals are not rare)\n That the Abbot’s course lay nearer underground;\n But the church straightaway put to his name the handle\n of Saint, thereby rebuking all such scandal.\n\nBut after this the monks grew most devout,\n And lived on milk and breakfast food entirely;\n Each morn from four to five one took a knout\n And flogged his mates ’til they grew good and friarly.\n Spirits from that time forth they did without,\n And lived the admiration of the shire. We\n Got the veracious record of those doings\n From an old manuscript found in the ruins.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#a-fable-for-feasters","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"a-fable-for-feasters","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. Author epigraphs and internal sections retained; endnotes and contributor material excluded. Typography follows Standard Ebooks. This is not Eliot’s complete lifetime or posthumous oeuvre.","license":"US public-domain source poems; Standard Ebooks contributions dedicated under CC0 1.0","licenseUrl":"https://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/","contentHash":"3061d92c617d2c412e15fbba69a19513226335a81220e26a0d2d978b1d5086b7","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Standard Ebooks identifies source poems published 1904–1930 as US public domain and dedicates its contributions under CC0. Eliot died in 1965: India section 22 term for lifetime-published works expired at the end of 2025. Later/posthumous works are not included."},{"id":"eliot-poetry-a-lyric","title":"A Lyric","poet":"T. S. Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"If space and time, as sages say,\n Are things that cannot be,\n The fly that lives a single day\n Has lived as long as we.\n But let us live while yet we may,\n While love and life are free,\n For time is time, and runs away,\n Though sages disagree.\n\nThe flowers I sent thee when the dew\n Was trembling on the vine\n Were withered ere the wild bee flew\n To suck the eglantine.\n But let us haste to pluck anew\n Nor mourn to see them pine,\n And though the flowers of life be few\n Yet let them be divine.","themes":["love","nature","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#a-lyric","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"a-lyric","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. Author epigraphs and internal sections retained; endnotes and contributor material excluded. Typography follows Standard Ebooks. This is not Eliot’s complete lifetime or posthumous oeuvre.","license":"US public-domain source poems; Standard Ebooks contributions dedicated under CC0 1.0","licenseUrl":"https://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/","contentHash":"b218408a1b7f45e05c47ec153d566e00195d81782321ee6837fdcf14837c7f41","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Standard Ebooks identifies source poems published 1904–1930 as US public domain and dedicates its contributions under CC0. Eliot died in 1965: India section 22 term for lifetime-published works expired at the end of 2025. Later/posthumous works are not included."},{"id":"eliot-poetry-song-1","title":"Song","poet":"T. S. Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"When We Came Home Across the Hill\n\nWhen we came home across the hill\n No leaves were fallen from the trees;\n The gentle fingers of the breeze\n Had torn no quivering cobweb down.\n\nThe hedgerow bloomed with flowers still,\n No withered petals lay beneath;\n But the wild roses in your wreath\n Were faded, and the leaves were brown.","themes":["nature","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#song-1","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"song-1","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. Author epigraphs and internal sections retained; endnotes and contributor material excluded. Typography follows Standard Ebooks. This is not Eliot’s complete lifetime or posthumous oeuvre.","license":"US public-domain source poems; Standard Ebooks contributions dedicated under CC0 1.0","licenseUrl":"https://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/","contentHash":"86817021068800f28264f8b621e654491c0c848cea37c4f391265e28007eedcc","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Standard Ebooks identifies source poems published 1904–1930 as US public domain and dedicates its contributions under CC0. Eliot died in 1965: India section 22 term for lifetime-published works expired at the end of 2025. Later/posthumous works are not included."},{"id":"eliot-poetry-before-morning","title":"Before Morning","poet":"T. S. Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"While all the East was weaving red with gray,\n The flowers at the window turned toward dawn,\n Petal on petal, waiting for the day,\n Fresh flowers, withered flowers, flowers of dawn.\n\nThis morning’s flowers and flowers of yesterday\n Their fragrance drifts across the room at dawn,\n Fragrance of bloom and fragrance of decay,\n Fresh flowers, withered flowers, flowers of dawn.","themes":["nature","hope"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#before-morning","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"before-morning","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. Author epigraphs and internal sections retained; endnotes and contributor material excluded. Typography follows Standard Ebooks. This is not Eliot’s complete lifetime or posthumous oeuvre.","license":"US public-domain source poems; Standard Ebooks contributions dedicated under CC0 1.0","licenseUrl":"https://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/","contentHash":"82510965632f27d809169db72f26819bb61e02616bb87f148f1b18fd6c00b8de","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Standard Ebooks identifies source poems published 1904–1930 as US public domain and dedicates its contributions under CC0. Eliot died in 1965: India section 22 term for lifetime-published works expired at the end of 2025. Later/posthumous works are not included."},{"id":"eliot-poetry-circes-palace","title":"Circe’s Palace","poet":"T. S. Eliot","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Around her fountain which flows\n With the voice of men in pain,\n Are flowers that no man knows.\n Their petals are fanged and red\n With hideous streak and stain.\n They sprang from the limbs of the dead.—\n We shall not come here again.\n\nPanthers rise from their lairs\n In the forest which thickens below,\n Along the garden stairs\n The sluggish python lies;\n The peacock’s walk, stately and slow\n And they look at us with the eyes\n Of men whom we knew long ago.","themes":["nature","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#circes-palace","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"circes-palace","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. Author epigraphs and internal sections retained; endnotes and contributor material excluded. 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Laforgue)\n\nOne of my marionettes is dead\n Though not yet tired of the game—\n But weak in body as in head,\n (A jumping-jack has such a frame).\n\nBut this deceasèd marionette\n I rather liked: a common face,\n (The kind of face that we forget)\n Pinched in a comic, dull grimace;\n\nHalf bullying, half imploring air,\n Mouth twisted to the latest tune;\n His who-the-devil-are-you stare;\n Translated, maybe, to the moon.\n\nWith Limbo’s other useless things\n Haranguing spectres, set him there;\n “The snappiest fashion since last spring’s,\n “The newest style, on Earth, I swear.\n\n“Why don’t you people get some class?\n (Feebly contemptuous of nose),\n “Your damned thin moonlight, worse than gas—\n “Now in New York”—and so it goes.\n\nLogic a marionette’s, all wrong\n Of premises; yet in some star\n A hero!—Where would he belong?\n But, even at that, what mask bizarre!","themes":["nature","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/t-s-eliot/poetry/text/single-page#humoresque","sourceId":"eliot-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, poems published 1904–1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"humoresque","sourceNote":"All 43 poems in the source, including eleven juvenilia and four French originals. 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Hey!","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/langston-hughes/poetry/text/single-page#blues-fantasy","sourceId":"hughes-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, early US publications through 1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"blues-fantasy","sourceNote":"229 original poems from early US collections and periodicals, including The Weary Blues and Fine Clothes to the Jew. Source spelling, epigraphs and internal sections retained. Standard Ebooks’ source list includes 1930 periodicals although its colophon still says 1921–1928. 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See docs/rights-review.md."},{"id":"hughes-poetry-pride","title":"Pride","poet":"Langston Hughes","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Let all who will\n Eat quietly the bread of shame.\n\nI cannot,\n Without complaining loud and long,\n Tasting its bitterness in my throat,\n And feeling to my very soul\n Its wrong.\n\nFor honest work\n You proffer me poor pay.\n For honest dreams\n Your spit is in my face,\n And so my fist is clenched—\n Too weak I know—\n\nBut longing to be strong\n To strike your face!","themes":["spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/langston-hughes/poetry/text/single-page#pride","sourceId":"hughes-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, early US publications through 1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"pride","sourceNote":"229 original poems from early US collections and periodicals, including The Weary Blues and Fine Clothes to the Jew. Source spelling, epigraphs and internal sections retained. 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See docs/rights-review.md."},{"id":"hughes-poetry-negro-servant","title":"Negro Servant","poet":"Langston Hughes","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"All day subdued, polite\n Kind, thoughtful to the faces that are white.\n O, tribal dance!\n O, drums!\n O, veldt at night!\n Forgotten watch-fires on a hill somewhere!\n O, songs that do not care!\n At six o’clock, or seven, or eight,\n You’re through.\n You’ve worked all day.\n Dark Harlem waits for you.\n The el, the sub.\n Pay-nights,\n A taxi through the park.\n O, drums of life in Harlem after dark!\n O, dreams!\n O, songs!\n O, saxophones at night!\n O, sweet relief from faces that are white!","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/langston-hughes/poetry/text/single-page#negro-servant","sourceId":"hughes-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, early US publications through 1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"negro-servant","sourceNote":"229 original poems from early US collections and periodicals, including The Weary Blues and Fine Clothes to the Jew. 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See docs/rights-review.md."},{"id":"hughes-poetry-merry-christmas","title":"Merry Christmas","poet":"Langston Hughes","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Merry Christmas, China,\n From the gun-boats in the river,\n Ten-inch shells for Christmas gifts,\n And peace on earth forever.\n\nMerry Christmas, India,\n To Gandhi in his cell,\n From righteous Christian England,\n Ring out, bright Christmas bell!\n\nRing Merry Christmas, Africa,\n From Cairo to the Cape!\n Ring Halleluiah! Praise the Lord!\n (For murder and for rape.)\n\nRing Merry Christmas, Haiti!\n (And drown the voodoo drums—\n We’ll rob you to the Christian hymns\n Until the next Christ comes.)\n\nRing Merry Christmas, Cuba!\n (While Yankee domination\n Keeps a nice fat president\n In a little half-starved nation.)\n\nAnd to you down-and-outers,\n (“Due to economic laws”)\n Oh, eat, drink, and be merry\n With a bread-line Santa Claus—\n\nWhile all the world hails Christmas,\n While all the church bells sway!\n While, better still, the Christian guns\n Proclaim this joyous day!\n\nWhile holy steel that makes us strong\n Spits forth a mighty Yuletide song:\n Shoot Merry Christmas everywhere!\n Let Merry Christmas gas the air!","themes":["spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/langston-hughes/poetry/text/single-page#merry-christmas","sourceId":"hughes-poetry","sourceEdition":"Poetry, early US publications through 1930; Standard Ebooks edition","sourceLocator":"merry-christmas","sourceNote":"229 original poems from early US collections and periodicals, including The Weary Blues and Fine Clothes to the Jew. 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Yet gaze:\n Rather it is the sizing moon.\n Lo, linked heavens with milky ways!\n That was her larkspur row.—So soon?\n Sphered so fast, sweet soul?—We see\n Nor fruit, nor flowers, nor Dorothy.","themes":["nature","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00049","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"1","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-2","title":"Heaven—Haven A nun takes the veil","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I HAVE desired to go\n      Where springs not fail,\n To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail\n    And a few lilies blow.\n\nAnd I have asked to be\n      Where no storms come,\n Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,\n    And out of the swing of the sea.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00054","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"2","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-3","title":"The Habit of Perfection","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"ELECTED Silence, sing to me\n And beat upon my whorled ear,\n Pipe me to pastures still and be\n The music that I care to hear.\n\nShape nothing, lips; be lovely-dumb:\n It is the shut, the curfew sent\n From there where all surrenders come\n Which only makes you eloquent.\n\nBe shelled, eyes, with double dark\n And find the uncreated light:\n This ruck and reel which you remark\n Coils, keeps, and teases simple sight.\n\nPalate, the hutch of tasty lust,\n Desire not to be rinsed with wine:\n The can must be so sweet, the crust\n So fresh that come in fasts divine!\n\nNostrils, your careless breath that spend\n Upon the stir and keep of pride,\n What relish shall the censers send\n Along the sanctuary side!\n\nO feel-of-primrose hands, O feet\n That want the yield of plushy sward,\n But you shall walk the golden street\n And you unhouse and house the Lord.\n\nAnd, Poverty, be thou the bride\n And now the marriage feast begun,\n And lily-coloured clothes provide\n Your spouse not laboured-at nor spun.","themes":["spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00057","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"3","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-4","title":"The Wreck Of The Deutschland","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"To the\n happy memory of five Franciscan Nuns\n    exiles by the Falk Laws\n drowned between midnight and morning of\n      Dec. 7th. 1875\n\nPART THE FIRST\n\n1\n                Thou mastering me\n           God! giver of breath and bread;\n      World's strand, sway of the sea;\n           Lord of living and dead;\n    Thou hast bound bones and veins in me, fastened me flesh,\n    And after it almost unmade, what with dread,\n      Thy doing: and dost thou touch me afresh?\n Over again I feel thy finger and find thee.\n\n2\n                I did say yes\n           O at lightning and lashed rod;\n      Thou heardst me truer than tongue confess\n           Thy terror, O Christ, O God;\n    Thou knowest the walls, altar and hour and night:\n    The swoon of a heart that the sweep and the hurl of thee trod\n      Hard down with a horror of height:\n And the midriff astrain with leaning of, laced with fire of stress.\n\n3\n                The frown of his face\n           Before me, the hurtle of hell\n      Behind, where, where was a, where was a place?\n           I whirled out wings that spell\n    And fled with a fling of the heart to the heart of the Host.\n    My heart, but you were dovewinged, I can tell,\n      Carrier-witted, I am bold to boast,\n To flash from the flame to the flame then, tower from the grace\n      to the grace.\n\n4\n                I am soft sift\n           In an hourglass—at the wall\n      Fast, but mined with a motion, a drift,\n           And it crowds and it combs to the fall;\n    I steady as a water in a well, to a poise, to a pane,\n    But roped with, always, all the way down from the tall\n      Fells or flanks of the voel, a vein\n Of the gospel proffer, a pressure, a principle, Christ's gift.\n\n5\n                I kiss my hand\n           To the stars, lovely-asunder\n      Starlight, wafting him out of it; and\n           Glow, glory in thunder;\n    Kiss my hand to the dappled-with-damson west:\n    Since, tho' he is under the world's splendour and wonder,\n      His mystery must be instressed, stressed;\n For I greet him the days I meet him, and bless when I understand.\n\n6\n                Not out of his bliss\n           Springs the stress felt\n      Nor first from heaven (and few know this)\n           Swings the stroke dealt—\n    Stroke and a stress that stars and storms deliver,\n    That guilt is hushed by, hearts are flushed by and melt—\n      But it rides time like riding a river\n (And here the faithful waver, the faithless fable and miss),\n\n7\n                It dates from day\n           Of his going in Galilee;\n      Warm-laid grave of a womb-life grey;\n           Manger, maiden's knee;\n    The dense and the driven Passion, and frightful sweat;\n    Thence the discharge of it, there its swelling to be,\n      Though felt before, though in high flood yet—\n What none would have known of it, only the heart, being hard at bay,\n\n8\n                Is out with it! Oh,\n           We lash with the best or worst\n      Word last! How a lush-kept plush-capped sloe\n           Will, mouthed to flesh-burst,\n    Gush!—flush the man, the being with it, sour or sweet,\n    Brim, in a flash, full!—Hither then, last or first,\n      To hero of Calvary, Christ,'s feet—\n Never ask if meaning it, wanting it, warned of it—men go.\n\n9\n                Be adored among men,\n           God, three-numbered form;\n      Wring thy rebel, dogged in den,\n           Man's malice, with wrecking and storm.\n    Beyond saying sweet, past telling of tongue,\n    Thou art lightning and love, I found it, a winter and warm;\n     Father and fondler of heart thou hast wrung:\n Hast thy dark descending and most art merciful then.\n\n10\n                With an anvil-ding\n           And with fire in him forge thy will\n      Or rather, rather then, stealing as Spring\n           Through him, melt him but master him still:\n    Whether at once, as once at a crash Paul,\n    Or as Austin, a lingering-out sweet skill,\n      Make mercy in all of us, out of us all\n Mastery, but be adored, but be adored King.\n\nPART THE SECOND\n\n11\n                'Some find me a sword; some\n           The flange and the rail; flame,\n      Fang, or flood' goes Death on drum,\n           And storms bugle his fame.\n    But we dream we are rooted in earth—Dust!\n    Flesh falls within sight of us, we, though our flower the same,\n      Wave with the meadow, forget that there must\n The sour scythe cringe, and the blear share come.\n\n12\n                On Saturday sailed from Bremen,\n           American-outward-bound,\n      Take settler and seamen, tell men with women,\n           Two hundred souls in the round—\n    O Father, not under thy feathers nor ever as guessing\n    The goal was a shoal, of a fourth the doom to be drowned;\n      Yet did the dark side of the bay of thy blessing\n Not vault them, the million of rounds of thy mercy not reeve\n      even them in?\n\n13\n                Into the snows she sweeps,\n           Hurling the haven behind,\n      The Deutschland, on Sunday; and so the sky keeps,\n           For the infinite air is unkind,\n    And the sea flint-flake, black-backed in the regular blow,\n    Sitting Eastnortheast, in cursed quarter, the wind;\n      Wiry and white-fiery and whirlwind-swivelled snow\n Spins to the widow-making unchilding unfathering deeps.\n\n14\n                She drove in the dark to leeward,\n           She struck—not a reef or a rock\n      But the combs of a smother of sand: night drew her\n           Dead to the Kentish Knock;\n    And she beat the bank down with her bows and the ride of\n      her keel:\n    The breakers rolled on her beam with ruinous shock;\n      And canvas and compass, the whorl and the wheel\n Idle for ever to waft her or wind her with, these she endured.\n\n15\n                Hope had grown grey hairs,\n           Hope had mourning on,\n      Trenched with tears, carved with cares,\n           Hope was twelve hours gone;\n    And frightful a nightfall folded rueful a day\n    Nor rescue, only rocket and lightship, shone,\n      And lives at last were washing away:\n To the shrouds they took,—they shook in the hurling and\n      horrible airs.\n\n16\n                One stirred from the rigging to save\n           The wild woman-kind below,\n      With a rope's end round the man, handy and brave—\n           He was pitched to his death at a blow,\n    For all his dreadnought breast and braids of thew:\n    They could tell him for hours, dandled the to and fro\n      Through the cobbled foam-fleece, what could he do\n With the burl of the fountains of air, buck and the flood of the wave?\n\n17\n                They fought with God's cold—\n           And they could not and fell to the deck\n      (Crushed them) or water (and drowned them) or rolled\n           With the sea-romp over the wreck.\n    Night roared, with the heart-break hearing a heart-broke rabble,\n    The woman's wailing, the crying of child without check—\n      Till a lioness arose breasting the babble,\n A prophetess towered in the tumult, a virginal tongue told.\n\n18\n                Ah, touched in your bower of bone\n           Are you! turned for an exquisite smart,\n      Have you! make words break from me here all alone,\n           Do you!—mother of being in me, heart.\n    O unteachably after evil, but uttering truth,\n    Why, tears! is it? tears; such a melting, a madrigal start!\n      Never-eldering revel and river of youth,\n What can it be, this glee? the good you have there of your own?\n\n19\n                Sister, a sister calling\n           A master, her master and mine!—\n      And the inboard seas run swirling and bawling;\n           The rash smart sloggering brine\n    Blinds her; but she that weather sees one thing, one;\n    Has one fetch in her: she rears herself to divine\n      Ears, and the call of the tall nun\n To the men in the tops and the tackle rode over the storm's brawling.\n\n20\n                She was first of a five and came\n           Of a coifed sisterhood.\n      (O Deutschland, double a desperate name!\n           O world wide of its good!\n    But Gertrude, lily, and Luther, are two of a town,\n    Christ's lily and beast of the waste wood:\n      From life's dawn it is drawn down,\n Abel is Cain's brother and breasts they have sucked the same.)\n\n21\n                Loathed for a love men knew in them,\n           Banned by the land of their birth,\n      Rhine refused them. Thames would ruin them;\n           Surf, snow, river and earth\n    Gnashed: but thou art above, thou Orion of light;\n    Thy unchancelling poising palms were weighing the worth,\n      Thou martyr-master: in thy sight\n Storm flakes were scroll-leaved flowers, lily showers—sweet\n      heaven was astrew in them.\n\n22\n                Five! the finding and sake\n           And cipher of suffering Christ.\n      Mark, the mark is of man's make\n           And the word of it Sacrificed.\n    But he scores it in scarlet himself on his own bespoken,\n    Before-time-taken, dearest prized and priced—\n      Stigma, signal, cinquefoil token\n For lettering of the lamb's fleece, ruddying of the rose-flake.\n\n23\n                Joy fall to thee, father Francis,\n           Drawn to the Life that died;\n      With the gnarls of the nails in thee, niche of the lance, his\n           Lovescape crucified\n    And seal of his seraph-arrival! and these thy daughters\n    And five-lived and leaved favour and pride,\n      Are sisterly sealed in wild waters,\n To bathe in his fall-gold mercies, to breathe in his all-fire glances.\n\n24\n                Away in the loveable west,\n           On a pastoral forehead of Wales,\n      I was under a roof here, I was at rest,\n           And they the prey of the gales;\n    She to the black-about air, to the breaker, the thickly\n    Falling flakes, to the throng that catches and quails,\n      Was calling 'O Christ, Christ come quickly':\n The cross to her she calls Christ to her, christens her wild-worn Best.\n\n25\n                The majesty! what did she mean?\n           Breathe, arch and original Breath.\n      Is it love in her of the being as her lover had been?\n           Breathe, body of lovely Death.\n    They were else-minded then, altogether, the men\n    Woke thee with a we are perishlng in the weather of Gennesareth.\n      Or is it that she cried for the crown then,\n The keener to come at the comfort for feeling the combating keen?\n\n26\n                For how to the heart's cheering\n           The down-dogged ground-hugged grey\n      Hovers off, the jay-blue heavens appearing\n           Of pied and peeled May!\n    Blue-beating and hoary-glow height; or night, still higher,\n    With belled fire and the moth-soft Milky Way,\n      What by your measure is the heaven of desire,\n The treasure never eyesight got, nor was ever guessed what for\n      the hearing?\n\n27\n                No, but it was not these.\n           The jading and jar of the cart,\n      Time's tasking, it is fathers that asking for ease\n           Of the sodden-with-its-sorrowing heart,\n    Not danger, electrical horror; then further it finds\n    The appealing of the Passion is tenderer in prayer apart:\n      Other, I gather, in measure her mind's\n Burden, in wind's burly and beat of endragoned seas.\n\n28\n                But how shall I … make me room there;\n           Reach me a … Fancy, come faster—\n      Strike you the sight of it? look at it loom there,\n           Thing that she … there then! the Master,\n    Ipse, the only one, Christ, King, Head:\n    He was to cure the extremity where he had cast her;\n      Do, deal, lord it with living and dead;\n Let him ride, her pride, in his triumph, despatch and have done\n      with his doom there.\n\n29\n                Ah! there was a heart right!\n           There was single eye!\n      Read the unshapeable shock night\n           And knew the who and the why;\n    Wording it how but by him that present and past,\n    Heaven and earth are word of, worded by?—\n      The Simon Peter of a soul! to the blast\n Tarpeian-fast, but a blown beacon of light.\n\n30\n                Jesu, heart's light,\n           Jesu, maid's son,\n      What was the feast followed the night\n           Thou hadst glory of this nun?\n    Feast of the one woman without stain.\n    For so conceived, so to conceive thee is done;\n      But here was heart-throe, birth of a brain,\n Word, that heard and kept thee and uttered thee outright.\n\n31\n                Well, she has thee for the pain, for the\n           Patience; but pity of the rest of them!\n      Heart, go and bleed at a bitterer vein for the\n           Comfortless unconfessed of them—\n    No not uncomforted: lovely-felicitous Providence\n    Finger of a tender of, O of a feathery delicacy, the breast of the\n      Maiden could obey so, be a bell to, ring of it, and\n Startle the poor sheep back! is the shipwrack then a harvest; does\n      tempest carry the grain for thee?\n\n32\n                I admire thce, master of the tides,\n           Of the Yore-flood, of the year's fall;\n      The recurb and the recovery of the gulfs sides,\n           The girth of it and the wharf of it and the wall;\n    Stanching, quenching ocean of a motionable mind;\n    Ground of being, and granite of it: past all\n      Grasp God, throned behind\n Death with a sovereignty that heeds but hides, bodes but abides;\n\n33\n                With a mercy that outrides\n           The all of water, an ark\n      For the listener; for the lingerer with a love glides\n           Lower than death and the dark;\n    A vein for the visiting of the past-prayer, pent in prison,\n    The-last-breath penitent spirits—the uttermost mark\n      Our passion-plunged giant risen,\n The Christ of the Father compassionate, fetched in the storm of\n      his strides.\n\n34\n                Now burn, new born to the world,\n           Doubled-natured name,\n      The heaven-flung, heart-fleshed, maiden-furled\n           Miracle-in-Mary-of-flame,\n    Mid-numbered He in three of the thunder-throne!\n    Not a dooms-day dazzle in his coming nor dark as he came;\n      Kind, but royally reclaiming his own;\n A released shower, let flash to the shire, not a lightning of fire\n      hard-hurled.\n\n35\n                Dame, at our door\n           Drowned, and among our shoals,\n      Remember us in the roads, the heaven-haven of the\n                     Reward:\n           Our King back, oh, upon English souls!\n    Let him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us,\n      be a crimson-cresseted east,\n    More brightening her, rare-dear Britain, as his reign rolls,\n      Pride, rose, prince, hero of us, high-priest,\n Our hearts' charity's hearth's fire, our thoughts' chivalry's throng's\n      Lord.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00066","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"4","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-5","title":"Penmaen Pool","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"For the Visitors' Book at the Inn\n\nWHO long for rest, who look for pleasure\n Away from counter, court, or school\n O where live well your lease of leisure\n But here at, here at Penmaen Pool?\n\nYou'll dare the Alp? you'll dart the skiff?—\n Each sport has here its tackle and tool:\n Come, plant the staff by Cadair cliff;\n Come, swing the sculls on Penmaen Pool.\n\nWhat's yonder?—Grizzled Dyphwys dim:\n The triple-hummocked Giant's stool,\n Hoar messmate, hobs and nobs with him\n To halve the bowl of Penmaen Pool.\n\nAnd all the landscape under survey,\n At tranquil turns, by nature's rule,\n Rides repeated topsyturvy\n In frank, in fairy Penmaen Pool.\n\nAnd Charles's Wain, the wondrous seven,\n And sheep-flock clouds like worlds of wool.\n For all they shine so, high in heaven,\n Shew brighter shaken in Penmaen Pool.\n\nThe Mawddach, how she trips! though throttled\n If floodtide teeming thrills her full,\n And mazy sands all water-wattled\n Waylay her at ebb, past Penmaen Pool.\n\nBut what 's to see in stormy weather,\n When grey showers gather and gusts are cool?—\n Why, raindrop-roundels looped together\n That lace the face of Penmaen Pool.\n\nThen even in weariest wintry hour\n Of New Year's month or surly Yule\n Furred snows, charged tuft above tuft, tower\n From darksome darksome Penmaen Pool.\n\nAnd ever, if bound here hardest home,\n You've parlour-pastime left and (who'll\n Not honour it?) ale like goldy foam\n That frocks an oar in Penmaen Pool.\n\nThen come who pine for peace or pleasure\n Away from counter, court, or school,\n Spend here your measure of time and treasure\n And taste the treats of Penmaen Pool.","themes":["time","spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00105","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"5","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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Nature's round\n Makes the Silver Jubilee.\n\n2\n Five and twenty years have run\n Since sacred fountains to the sun\n    Sprang, that but now were shut,\n Showering Silver Jubilee.\n\n3\n Feasts, when we shall fall asleep,\n Shrewsbury may see others keep;\n    None but you this her true,\n This her Silver Jubilee.\n\n4\n Not today we need lament\n Your wealth of life is some way spent:\n    Toil has shed round your head\n Silver but for Jubilee.\n\n5\n Then for her whose velvet vales\n Should have pealed with welcome, Wales,\n    Let the chime of a rhyme\n Utter Silver Jubilee.","themes":["time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00117","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"6","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. No. 67 is held out: the source only transcribes its opening and refers to a manuscript facsimile.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"1c445450e93f71ce254e07fe65200c9adc8508ddad9e3b1add504dd33132fa8c","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Historical source edition reviewed for US and India; see docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-7","title":"God's Grandeur","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"THE world is charged with the grandeur of God.\n    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;\n    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil\n Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?\n Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;\n    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with\n      toil;\n    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell:\n      the soil\n Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.\n\nAnd for all this, nature is never spent;\n    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;\n And though the last lights off the black West went\n    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—\n Because the Holy Ghost over the bent\n    World broods with warm breast and with ah!\n      bright wings.","themes":["spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00123","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"7","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. No. 67 is held out: the source only transcribes its opening and refers to a manuscript facsimile.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"de0e56f88e9d1357e990817796d1f042aa0dde0e2e7996e71f94403f7df5cb4c","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Historical source edition reviewed for US and India; see docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-8","title":"The Starlight Night","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"LOOK at the stars! look, look up at the skies!\n    O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!\n    The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!\n Down in dim woods the diamond delves! the elves'-eyes!\n The grey lawns cold where gold, where quickgold lies!\n    Wind-beat whitebeam! airy abeles set on a flare!\n    Flake-doves sent floating forth at a farmyard scare!—\n Ah well! it is all a purchase, all is a prize.\n\nBuy then! bid then!—What?—Prayer, patience, alms,\n      vows.\n Look, look: a May-mess, like on orchard boughs!\n    Look! March-bloom, like on mealed-with-yellow\n      sallows!\n These are indeed the barn; withindoors house\n The shocks. This piece-bright paling shuts the spouse\n    Christ home, Christ and his mother and all his hallows.","themes":["spirituality","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00126","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"8","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. No. 67 is held out: the source only transcribes its opening and refers to a manuscript facsimile.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"38df7dd4a1984097004e29ff468ad86f78c42312b9cfadaaedad4b403ba444ce","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Historical source edition reviewed for US and India; see docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-9","title":"Spring","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"NOTHING is so beautiful as spring—\n    When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;\n    Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush\n Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring\n The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;\n    The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush\n    The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush\n With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.\n\nWhat is all this juice and all this joy?\n    A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning\n In Eden garden. Have, get, before it cloy,\n    Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,\n Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,\n    Most, O maid's child, thy choice and worthy the\n      winning.","themes":["nature","spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00129","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"9","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. No. 67 is held out: the source only transcribes its opening and refers to a manuscript facsimile.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"92b1ed5a3042c9ee1f1fc084971d4e81d966fbe87e8f796743b4779919f71c8c","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Historical source edition reviewed for US and India; see docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-10","title":"The Lantern out of Doors","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"SOMETIMES a lantern moves along the night,\n    That interests our eyes. And who goes there?\n    I think; where from and bound, I wonder, where,\n With, all down darkness wide, his wading light?\n\nMen go by me whom either beauty bright\n    In mould or mind or what not else makes rare:\n    They rain against our much-thick and marsh air\n Rich beams, till death or distance buys them quite.\n\nDeath or distance soon consumes them: wind\n    What most I may eye after, be in at the end\n I cannot, and out of sight is out of mind.\n\nChrist minds: Christ's interest, what to avow or amend\n    There, eyes them, heart wants, care haunts, foot\n      follows kind,\n Their ransom, their rescue, and first, fast, last friend.","themes":["love","death","night","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00132","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"10","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. No. 67 is held out: the source only transcribes its opening and refers to a manuscript facsimile.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"9ed54cea09dc3e4eb21905ae109532c3ec8a54b041fe6296bf43096f135a82f5","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Historical source edition reviewed for US and India; see docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-11","title":"The Sea and the Skylark","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"ON ear and ear two noises too old to end\n    Trench—right, the tide that ramps against the shore;\n    With a flood or a fall, low lull-off or all roar,\n Frequenting there while moon shall wear and wend.\n\nLeft hand, off land, I hear the lark ascend,\n    His rash-fresh re-winded new-skeined score\n    In crisps of curl off wild winch whirl, and pour\n And pelt music, till none's to spill nor spend.\n\nHow these two shame this shallow and frail town!\n    How ring right out our sordid turbid time,\n Being pure! We, life's pride and cared-for crown,\n\nHave lost that cheer and charm of earth's past prime:\n Our make and making break, are breaking, down\n     To man's last dust, drain fast towards man's first slime.","themes":["time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00137","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"11","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-12","title":"The Windhover:","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"To Christ our Lord\n\nI CAUGHT this morning morning's minion, king-\n      dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Fal-\n           con, in his riding\n Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and\n      striding\n High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing\n In his ecstacy! then off, off forth on swing,\n      As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend:\n           the hurl and gliding\n      Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding\n Stirred for a bird,—the achieve of, the mastery of the\n           thing!\n\nBrute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here\n     Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a\n           billion\n Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!\n\nNo wonder of it: sheer plod makes plough down\n           sillion\n Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,\n    Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.","themes":["love","nature","hope","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00142","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"12","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-13","title":"Pied Beauty","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"GLORY be to God for dappled things—\n    For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;\n       For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim:\n Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;\n    Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and\n       plough;\n      And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.\n\nAll things counter, original, spare, strange;\n    Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)\n       With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;\n He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:\n                   Praise him.","themes":["nature","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00147","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"13","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-14","title":"Hurrahing in Harvest","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"SUMMER ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the\n      stooks rise\n    Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely\n      behaviour\n    Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier\n Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies?\n\nI walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes,\n    Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our\n      Saviour;\n    And, eyes, heart, what looks, what lips yet gave you a\n Rapturous love's greeting of realer, of rounder replies?\n\nAnd the azurous hung hills are his world-wielding\n      shoulder\n    Majestic—as a stallion stalwart, very-violet-sweet!—\n These things, these things were here and but the\n      beholder\n    Wanting; which two when they once meet,\n The heart rears wings bold and bolder\n    And hurls for him, O half hurls earth for him off\n      under his feet.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00150","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"14","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-15","title":"Caged Skylark","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"As a dare-gale skylark scanted in a dull cage\n    Man's mounting spirit in his bone-house, mean house,\n      dwells—\n    That bird beyond the remembering his free fells;\n This in drudgery, day-labouring-out life's age.\n\nThough aloft on turf or perch or poor low stage,\n    Both sing sometimes the sweetest, sweetest spells,\n    Yet both droop deadly sometimes in their cells\n Or wring their barriers in bursts of fear or rage.\n\nNot that the sweet-fowl, song-fowl, needs no rest—\n Why, hear him, hear him babble and drop down to his nest,\n    But his own nest, wild nest, no prison.\n\nMan's spirit will be flesh-bound when found at best,\n But uncumbered: meadow-down is not distressed\n    For a rainbow footing it nor he for his bones risen.","themes":["nature","time","freedom"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00154","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"15","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-16","title":"In the Valley of the Elwy","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I REMEMBER a house where all were good\n    To me, God knows, deserving no such thing:\n    Comforting smell breathed at very entering,\n Fetched fresh, as I suppose, off some sweet wood.\n That cordial air made those kind people a hood\n    All over, as a bevy of eggs the mothering wing\n    Will, or mild nights the new morsels of spring:\n Why, it seemed of course; seemed of right it should.\n\nLovely the woods, waters, meadows, combes, vales,\n All the air things wear that build this world of Wales;\n    Only the inmate does not correspond:\n God, lover of souls, swaying considerate scales,\n Complete thy creature dear O where it fails,\n    Being mighty a master, being a father and fond.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00159","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"16","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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One stroke\n Felled and furled them, the hearts of oak!\n    And flockbells off the aerial\n Downs' forefalls beat to the burial.\n\n3\n For did she pride her, freighted fully, on\n Bounden bales or a hoard of bullion?—\n    Precious passing measure,\n Lads and men her lade and treasure.\n\n4\n She had come from a cruise, training seamen—\n Men, boldboys soon to be men:\n    Must it, worst weather,\n Blast bole and bloom together?\n\n5\n No Atlantic squall overwrought her\n Or rearing billow of the Biscay water:\n    Home was hard at hand\n And the blow bore from land.\n\n6\n And you were a liar, O blue March day.\n Bright sun lanced fire in the heavenly bay;\n    But what black Boreas wrecked her? he\n Came equipped, deadly-electric,\n\n7\n A beetling baldbright cloud thorough England\n Riding: there did storms not mingle? and\n    Hailropes hustle and grind their\n Heavengravel? wolfsnow, worlds of it, wind there?\n\n8\n Now Carisbrook keep goes under in gloom;\n Now it overvaults Appledurcombe;\n    Now near by Ventnor town\n It hurls, hurls off Boniface Down.\n\n9\n Too proud, too proud, what a press she bore!\n Royal, and all her royals wore.\n    Sharp with her, shorten sail!\n Too late; lost; gone with the gale.\n\n10\n This was that fell capsize,\n As half she had righted and hoped to rise\n    Death teeming in by her portholes\n Raced down decks, round messes of mortals.\n\n11\n Then a lurch forward, frigate and men;\n 'All hands for themselves' the cry ran then;\n    But she who had housed them thither\n Was around them, bound them or wound them with her.\n\n12\n Marcus Hare, high her captain,\n Kept to her—care-drowned and wrapped in\n    Cheer's death, would follow\n His charge through the champ-white water-in-a-wallow.\n\n13\n All under Channel to bury in a beach her\n Cheeks: Right, rude of feature,\n    He thought he heard say\n 'Her commander! and thou too, and thou this way.'\n\n14\n It is even seen, time's something server,\n In mankind's medley a duty-swerver,\n    At downright 'No or yes?'\n Doffs all, drives full for righteousness.\n\n15\n Sydney Fletcher, Bristol-bred,\n (Low lie his mates now on watery bed)\n    Takes to the seas and snows\n As sheer down the ship goes.\n\n16\n Now her afterdraught gullies him too down;\n Now he wrings for breath with the deathgush brown;\n    Till a lifebelt and God's will\n Lend him a lift from the sea-swill.\n\n17\n Now he shoots short up to the round air;\n Now he gasps, now he gazes everywhere;\n    But his eye no cliff, no coast or\n Mark makes in the rivelling snowstorm.\n\n18\n Him, after an hour of wintry waves,\n A schooner sights, with another, and saves,\n    And he boards her in Oh! such joy\n He has lost count what came next, poor boy.—\n\n19\n They say who saw one sea-corpse cold\n He was all of lovely manly mould,\n    Every inch a tar,\n Of the best we boast our sailors are.\n\n20\n Look, foot to forelock, how all things suit! he\n Is strung by duty, is strained to beauty,\n    And brown-as-dawning-skinned\n With brine and shine and whirling wind.\n\n21\n O his nimble finger, his gnarled grip!\n Leagues, leagues of seamanship\n    Slumber in these forsaken\n Bones, this sinew, and will not waken.\n\n22\n He was but one like thousands more,\n Day and night I deplore\n    My people and born own nation,\n Fast foundering own generation,\n\n23\n I might let bygones be—our curse\n Of ruinous shrine no hand or, worse,\n    Robbery's hand is busy to\n Dress, hoar-hallowed shrines unvisited;\n\n24\n Only the breathing temple and fleet\n Life, this wildworth blown so sweet,\n    These daredeaths, ay this crew, in\n Unchrist, all rolled in ruin—\n\n25\n Deeply surely I need to deplore it,\n Wondering why my master bore it,\n    The riving off that race\n So at home, time was, to his truth and grace\n\n26\n That a starlight-wender of ours would say\n The marvellous Milk was Walsingham Way\n    And one—but let be, let be:\n More, more than was will yet be.—\n\n27\n O well wept, mother have lost son;\n Wept, wife; wept, sweetheart would be one:\n    Though grief yield them no good\n Yet shed what tears sad truelove should.\n\n28\n But to Christ lord of thunder\n Crouch; lay knee by earth low under:\n    'Holiest, loveliest, bravest,\n Save my hero, O Hero savest.\n\n29\n And the prayer thou hearst me making\n Have, at the awful overtaking,\n    Heard; have heard and granted\n Grace that day grace was wanted.'\n\n30\n Not that hell knows redeeming,\n But for souls sunk in seeming\n    Fresh, till doomfire burn all,\n Prayer shall fetch pity eternal.","themes":["grief","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00162","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"17","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-18","title":"The May Magnificat","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"MAY is Mary's month, and I\n Muse at that and wonder why:\n      Her feasts follow reason,\n      Dated due to season—\n\nCandlemas, Lady Day;\n But the Lady Month, May,\n      Why fasten that upon her,\n      With a feasting in her honour?\n\nIs it only its being brighter\n Than the most are must delight her?\n      Is it opportunest\n      And flowers finds soonest?\n\nAsk of her, the mighty mother:\n Her reply puts this other\n      Question: What is Spring?—\n      Growth in every thing—\n\nFlesh and fleece, fur and feather,\n Grass and green world all together;\n      Star-eyed strawberry-breasted\n      Throstle above her nested\n\nCluster of bugle blue eggs thin\n Forms and warms the life within;\n      And bird and blossom swell\n      In sod or sheath or shell.\n\nAll things rising, all things sizing\n Mary sees, sympathising\n      With that world of good,\n      Nature's motherhood.\n\nTheir magnifying of each its kind\n With delight calls to mind\n      How she did in her stored\n      Magnify the Lord.\n\nWell but there was more than this:\n Spring's universal bliss\n      Much, had much to say\n      To offering Mary May.\n\nWhen drop-of-blood-and-foam-dapple\n Bloom lights the orchard-apple\n      And thicket and thorp are merry\n      With silver-surfed cherry\n\nAnd azuring-over greybell makes\n Wood banks and brakes wash wet like lakes\n      And magic cuckoocall\n      Caps, clears, and clinches all—\n\nThis ecstacy all through mothering earth\n Tells Mary her mirth till Christ's birth\n      To remember and exultation\n      In God who was her salvation.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00194","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"18","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-19","title":"Binsey Poplars","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"felled 1879\n\nMY aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled,\n Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun,\n All felled, felled, are all felled;\n    Of a fresh and following folded rank\n                Not spared, not one\n                That dandled a sandalled\n           Shadow that swam or sank\n On meadow and river and wind-wandering weed-winding\n    bank.\n\nO if we but knew what we do\n       When we delve or hew—\n Hack and rack the growing green!\n       Since country is so tender\n To touch, her being so slender,\n That, like this sleek and seeing ball\n But a prick will make no eye at all,\n Where we, even where we mean\n           To mend her we end her,\n       When we hew or delve:\n After-comers cannot guess the beauty been.\n    Ten or twelve, only ten or twelve\n       Strokes of havoc unselve\n           The sweet especial scene,\n       Rural scene, a rural scene,\n       Sweet especial rural scene.","themes":["love"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00207","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"19","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-20","title":"Duns Scotus's Oxford","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"TOWERY city and branchy between towers;\n Cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarmed, lark-charmed, rook-\n      racked, river-rounded;\n The dapple-eared lily below thee; that country and\n      town did\n Once encounter in, here coped and poised powers;\n\nThou hast a base and brickish skirt there, sours\n That neighbour-nature thy grey beauty is grounded\n Best in; graceless growth, thou hast confounded\n Rural rural keeping—folk, flocks, and flowers.\n\nYet ah! this air I gather and I release\n He lived on; these weeds and waters, these walls are what\n He haunted who of all men most sways my spirits to peace;\n\nOf realty the rarest-veined unraveller; a not\n Rivalled insight, be rival Italy or Greece;\n Who fired France for Mary without spot.","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00211","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"20","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-21","title":"Henry Purcell","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"The poet wishes well to the divine genius of Purcell and praises him that, whereas other musicians have given utterance to the moods of man's mind, he has, beyond that, uttered in notes the very make and species of man as created both in him and in all men generally.\n\nHAVE fair fallen, O fair, fair have fallen, so dear\n To me, so arch-especial a spirit as heaves in Henry Purcell,\n An age is now since passed, since parted; with the reversal\n Of the outward sentence low lays him, listed to a heresy,\n      here.\n\nNot mood in him nor meaning, proud fire or sacred fear,\n Or love or pity or all that sweet notes not his might nursle:\n It is the forged feature finds me; it is the rehearsal\n Of own, of abrupt self there so thrusts on, so throngs\n      the ear.\n\nLet him Oh! with his air of angels then lift me, lay me!\n      only I'll\n Have an eye to the sakes of him, quaint moonmarks, to\n      his pelted plumage under\n Wings: so some great stormfowl, whenever he has walked\n      his while\n\nThe thunder-purple seabeach plume purple-of-thunder,\n If a wuthering of his palmy snow-pinions scatter a\n      colossal smile\n Off him, but meaning motion fans fresh our wits with\n      wonder.","themes":["love","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00216","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"21","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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What pure peace\n      allows\n Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it?\n\nO surely, reaving Peace, my Lord should leave in lieu\n Some good! And so he does leave Patience exquisite,\n That plumes to Peace thereafter. And when Peace here\n      does house\n He comes with work to do, he does not come to coo,\n He comes to brood and sit.","themes":["love","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00222","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"22","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-23","title":"The Bugler's First Communion","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"A BUGLER boy from barrack (it is over the hill\n There)—boy bugler, born, he tells me, of Irish\n           Mother to an English sire (he\n Shares their best gifts surely, fall how things will),\n\nThis very very day came down to us after a boon he on\n My late being there begged of me, overflowing\n           Boon in my bestowing,\n Came, I say, this day to it—to a First Communion.\n\nHere he knelt then in regimental red.\n Forth Christ from cupboard fetched, how fain I of feet\n           To his youngster take his treat!\n Low-latched in leaf-light housel his too huge godhead.\n\nThere! and your sweetest sendings, ah divine,\n By it, heavens, befall him! as a heart Christ's darling,\n      dauntless;\n           Tongue true, vaunt- and tauntless;\n Breathing bloom of a chastity in mansex fine.\n\nFrowning and forefending angel-warder\n Squander the hell-rook ranks sally to molest him;\n           March, kind comrade, abreast him;\n Dress his days to a dexterous and starlight order.\n\nHow it does my heart good, visiting at that bleak hill,\n When limber liquid youth, that to all I teach\n           Yields tender as a pushed peach,\n Hies headstrong to its wellbeing of a self-wise self-will!\n\nThen though I should tread tufts of consolation\n Days after, so I in a sort deserve to\n           And do serve God to serve to\n Just such slips of soldiery Christ's royal ration.\n\nNothing else is like it, no, not all so strains\n Us: fresh youth fretted in a bloomfall all portending\n           That sweet's sweeter ending;\n Realm both Christ is heir to and there reigns.\n\nO now well work that sealing sacred ointment!\n O for now charms, arms, what bans off bad\n           And locks love ever in a lad!\n Let me though see no more of him, and not disappointment\n\nThose sweet hopes quell whose least me quickenings lift.\n In scarlet or somewhere of some day seeing\n           That brow and bead of being,\n An our day's God's own Galahad. Though this child's\n      drift\n\nSeems by a divine doom channelled, nor do I cry\n Disaster there; but may he not rankle and roam\n           In backwheels though bound home?—\n That left to the Lord of the Eucharist, I here lie by;\n\nRecorded only, I have put my lips on pleas\n Would brandle adamantine heaven with ride and jar, did\n           Prayer go disregarded:\n Forward-like, but however, and like favourable heaven\n    heard these.","themes":["love","hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00225","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"23","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-24","title":"Morning Midday and Evening Sacrifice","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"THE dappled die-away\n Cheek and wimpled lip,\n The gold-wisp, the airy-grey\n Eye, all in fellowship—\n This, all this beauty blooming,\n This, all this freshness fuming,\n Give God while worth consuming.\n\nBoth thought and thew now bolder\n And told by Nature: Tower;\n Head, heart, hand, heel, and shoulder\n That beat and breathe in power—\n This pride of prime's enjoyment\n Take as for tool, not toy meant\n And hold at Christ's employment.\n\nThe vault and scope and schooling\n And mastery in the mind,\n In silk-ash kept from cooling,\n And ripest under rind—\n What life half lifts the latch of,\n What hell stalks towards the snatch of,\n Your offering, with despatch, of!","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00238","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"24","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-25","title":"Andromeda","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Now Time's Andromeda on this rock rude,\n With not her either beauty's equal or\n Her injury's, looks off by both horns of shore,\n Her flower, her piece of being, doomed dragon's food.\n    Time past she has been attempted and pursued\n By many blows and banes; but now hears roar\n A wilder beast from West than all were, more\n Rife in her wrongs, more lawless, and more lewd.\n\nHer Perseus linger and leave her to her extremes?—\n Pillowy air he treads a time and hangs\n His thoughts on her, forsaken that she seems,\n    All while her patience, morselled into pangs,\n Mounts; then to alight disarming, no one dreams,\n With Gorgon's gear and barebill, thongs and fangs.","themes":["nature","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00242","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"25","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-26","title":"The Candle Indoors","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"SOME candle clear burns somewhere I come by.\n I muse at how its being puts blissful back\n With yellowy moisture mild night's blear-all black,\n Or to-fro tender trambeams truckle at the eye.\n By that window what task what fingers ply,\n I plod wondering, a-wanting, just for lack\n Of answer the eagerer a-wanting Jessy or Jack\n There   God to aggrandise, God to glorify.—\n\nCome you indoors, come home; your fading fire\n Mend first and vital candle in close heart's vault:\n You there are master, do your own desire;\n What hinders? Are you beam-blind, yet to a fault\n In a neighbour deft-handed? Are you that liar\n And cast by conscience out, spendsavour salt?","themes":["love","spirituality","night","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00245","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"26","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-27","title":"The Handsome Heart:","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"at a Gracious Answer\n\n'BUT tell me, child, your choice; what shall I buy\n You?'—'Father, what you buy me I like best.'\n With the sweetest air that said, still plied and pressed,\n He swung to his first poised purport of reply.\n\nWhat the heart is! which, like carriers let fly—\n Doff darkness, homing nature knows the rest—\n To its own fine function, wild and self-instressed,\n Falls light as ten years long taught how to and why.\n\nMannerly-hearted! more than handsome face—\n Beauty's bearing or muse of mounting vein,\n All, in this case, bathed in high hallowing grace . . .\n\nOf heaven what boon to buy you, boy, or gain\n Not granted?—Only … O on that path you pace\n Run all your race, O brace sterner that strain!","themes":["love","time","spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00248","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"27","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-28","title":"At the Wedding March","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"At the Wedding March\n\nGOD with honour hang your head,\n Groom, and grace you, bride, your bed\n With lissome scions, sweet scions,\n Out of hallowed bodies bred.\n\nEach be other's comfort kind:\n Deep, deeper than divined,\n Divine charity, dear charity,\n Fast you ever, fast bind.\n\nThen let the March tread our ears:\n I to him turn with tears\n Who to wedlock, his wonder wedlock,\n Deals triumph and immortal years.","themes":["love","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00254","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"28","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-29","title":"Felix Randal","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"FELIX RANDAL the farrier, O he is dead then? my duty all ended,\n Who have watched his mould of man, big-boned and hardy-\n      handsome\n Pining, pining, till time when reason rambled in it and some\n Fatal four disorders, fleshed there, all contended?\n\nSickness broke him. Impatient he cursed at first, but mended\n Being anointed and all; though a heavenlier heart began some\n Months earlier, since I had our sweet reprieve and ransom\n Tendered to him. Ah well, God rest him all road ever he\n      offended!\n\nThis seeing the sick endears them to us, us too it endears.\n My tongue had taught thee comfort, touch had quenched thy tears,\n Thy tears that touched my heart, child, Felix, poor Felix Randal;\n\nHow far from then forethought of, all thy more boisterous years,\n When thou at the random grim forge, powerful amidst peers,\n Didst fettle for the great grey drayhorse his bright and battering\n      sandal!","themes":["love","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00259","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"29","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-30","title":"Brothers","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"How lovely the elder brother's\n Life all laced in the other's,\n Love-laced! what once I well\n Witnessed; so fortune fell.\n When Shrovetide, two years gone,      5\n Our boys' plays brought on\n Part was picked for John,\n Young John: then fear, then joy\n Ran revel in the elder boy.\n Their night was come now; all        10\n Our company thronged the hall;\n Henry, by the wall,\n Beckoned me beside him:\n I came where called, and eyed him\n By meanwhiles; making my play        15\n Turn most on tender byplay.\n For, wrung all on love's rack,\n My lad, and lost in Jack,\n Smiled, blushed, and bit his lip;\n Or drove, with a diver's dip,        20\n Clutched hands down through clasped knees—\n Truth's tokens tricks like these,\n Old telltales, with what stress\n He hung on the imp's success.\n Now the other was brass-bold:        25\n He had no work to hold\n His heart up at the strain;\n Nay, roguish ran the vein.\n Two tedious acts were past;\n Jack's call and cue at last;         30\n When Henry, heart-forsook,\n Dropped eyes and dared not look.\n Eh, how all rung!\n Young dog, he did give tongue!\n But Harry—in his hands he has flung 35\n His tear-tricked cheeks of flame\n For fond love and for shame.\n    Ah Nature, framed in fault,\n There 's comfort then, there 's salt;\n Nature, bad, base, and blind,        40\n Dearly thou canst be kind;\n There dearly then, dearly,\n I'll cry thou canst be kind.","themes":["love","time","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00264","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"30","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-31","title":"Spring and Fall:","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"to a young child\n\nMARGARET, are you grieving\n Over Goldengrove unleaving?\n Leaves, like the things of man, you\n With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?\n Ah! as the heart grows older\n It will come to such sights colder\n By and by, nor spare a sigh\n Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;\n And yet you will weep and know why.\n Now no matter, child, the name:\n Sorrow's springs are the same.\n Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed\n What heart heard of, ghost guessed:\n It is the blight man was born for,\n It is Margaret you mourn for.","themes":["love","grief","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00266","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"31","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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Her fond yellow hornlight wound to the west, | her wild hollow      hoarlight hung to the height Waste; her earliest stars, earl-stars, | stars principal, overbend us, Fire-featuring heaven. For earth | her being has unbound, her      dapple is at an end, as- tray or aswarm, all throughther, in throngs; | self in self steeped      and pashed—quite Disremembering, dismembering | all now. Heart, you round me      right With: Our evening is over us; our night | whelms, whelms, and      will end us. Only the beak-leaved boughs dragonish | damask the tool-smooth      bleak light; black, Ever so black on it. Our tale, our oracle! | Let life, waned,      ah let life wind Off her once skeined stained veined variety | upon, all on two      spools; part, pen, pack Now her all in two flocks, two folds—black, white; | right,      wrong; reckon but, reck but, mind But these two; ware of a world where but these | two tell, each      off the other; of a rack Where, selfwrung, selfstrung, sheathe- and shelterless, | thoughts      against thoughts in groans grind.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00269","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"32","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-33","title":"Inversnaid","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"THIS darksome burn, horseback brown,\n His rollrock highroad roaring down,\n In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam\n Flutes and low to the lake falls home.\n\nA windpuff-bonnet of faawn-froth\n Turns and twindles over the broth\n Of a pool so pitchblack, fell-frowning,\n It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning.\n\nDegged with dew, dappled with dew\n Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through,\n Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern,\n And the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn.\n\nWhat would the world be, once bereft\n Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,\n O let them be left, wildness and wet;\n Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.","themes":["home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00271","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"33","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-34","title":"As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;\n As tumbled over rim in roundy wells\n Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's\n Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;\n Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:\n Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;\n Selves—goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,\n Crying What I do is me: for that I came.\n\nI say more: the just man justices;\n Keeps grace: that keeps all his goings graces;\n Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is—\n Christ—for Christ plays in ten thousand places,\n Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his\n To the Father through the features of men's faces.","themes":["spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00276","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"34","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-35","title":"Ribblesdale","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"EARTH, sweet Earth, sweet landscape, with leaves throng\n And louched low grass, heaven that dost appeal\n To, with no tongue to plead, no heart to feel;\n That canst but only be, but dost that long—\n\nThou canst but be, but that thou well dost; strong\n Thy plea with him who dealt, nay does now deal,\n Thy lovely dale down thus and thus bids reel\n Thy river, and o'er gives all to rack or wrong.\n\nAnd what is Earth's eye, tongue, or heart else, where\n Else, but in dear and dogged man?—Ah, the heir\n To his own selfbent so bound, so tied to his turn,\n To thriftless reave both our rich round world bare\n And none reck of world after, this bids wear\n Earth brows of such care, care and dear concern.","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00279","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"35","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-36","title":"The Leaden Echo and the Golden Echo","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"(Maidens' song from St. Winefred's Well)\n\nHow to keep—is there any any, is there none such, nowhere\n      known some, bow or brooch or braid or brace, lace, latch\n      or catch or key to keep\n Back beauty, keep it, beauty, beauty, beauty, . . . from vanishing\n      away?\n\nO is there no frowning of these wrinkles, ranked wrinkles deep,\n Down? no waving off of these most mournful messengers, still\n      messengers, sad and stealing messengers of grey?\n No there's none, there's none, O no there's none,\n Nor can you long be, what you now are, called fair,\n Do what you may do, what, do what you may,\n And wisdom is early to despair:\n Be beginning; since, no, nothing can be done\n To keep at bay\n Age and age's evils, hoar hair,\n Ruck and wrinkle, drooping, dying, death's worst, winding\n      sheets, tombs and worms and tumbling to decay;\n So be beginning, be beginning to despair.\n O there's none; no no no there's none:\n Be beginning to despair, to despair,\n Despair, despair, despair, despair.\n\nTHE GOLDEN ECHO\n\nSpare!\n There is one, yes I have one (Hush there!);\n Only not within seeing of the sun,\n Not within the singeing of the strong sun,\n Tall sun's tingeing, or treacherous the tainting of the earth's air.\n Somewhere elsewhere there is ah well where! one,\n One. Yes I can tell such a key, I do know such a place,\n Where whatever's prized and passes of us, everything that's\n      fresh and fast flying of us, seems to us sweet of us and\n      swiftly away with, done away with, undone,\n Undone, done with, soon done with, and yet dearly and\n      dangerously sweet\n Of us, the wimpled-water-dimpled, not-by-morning-matched face,\n The flower of beauty, fleece of beauty, too too apt to, ah! to fleet,\n Never fleets more, fastened with the tenderest truth\n To its own best being and its loveliness of youth: it is an ever-\n      lastingness of, O it is an all youth!\n Come then, your ways and airs and looks, locks, maiden gear,\n      gallantry and gaiety and grace,\n Winning ways, airs innocent, maiden manners, sweet looks,\n      loose locks, long locks, lovelocks, gaygear, going gallant,\n      girlgrace—\n Resign them, sign them, seal them, send them, motion them\n      with breath,\n And with sighs soaring, soaring sighs deliver\n Them; beauty-in-the-ghost, deliver it, early now, long before\n      death\n Give beauty back, beauty, beauty, beauty, back to God, beauty's\n      self and beauty's giver.\n See; not a hair is, not an eyelash, not the least lash lost; every hair\n Is, hair of the head, numbered.\n Nay, what we had lighthanded left in surly the mere mould\n Will have waked and have waxed and have walked with the wind\n      what while we slept,\n This side, that side hurling a heavyheaded hundredfold\n What while we, while we slumbered.\n O then, weary then why should we tread? O why are we so\n      haggard at the heart, so care-coiled, care-killed, so fagged,\n      so fashed, so cogged, so cumbered,\n When the thing we freely forfeit is kept with fonder a care,\n Fonder a care kept than we could have kept it, kept\n Far with fonder a care (and we, we should have lost it) finer, fonder\n A care kept. Where kept? Do but tell us where kept, where.—\n Yonder.—What high as that! We follow, now we follow.—\n      Yonder, yes yonder, yonder,\n Yonder.","themes":["love","nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00283","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"36","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-37","title":"The Blessed Virgin compared to the Air we Breathe","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"WILD air, world-mothering air,\n Nestling me everywhere,\n That each eyelash or hair\n Girdles; goes home betwixt\n The fleeciest, frailest-flixed\n Snowflake; that's fairly mixed\n With, riddles, and is rife\n In every least thing's life;\n This needful, never spent,\n And nursing element;             10\n My more than meat and drink,\n My meal at every wink;\n This air, which, by life's law,\n My lung must draw and draw\n Now but to breathe its praise,\n Minds me in many ways\n Of her who not only\n Gave God's infinity\n Dwindled to infancy\n Welcome in womb and breast,      20\n Birth, milk, and all the rest\n But mothers each new grace\n That does now reach our race—\n Mary Immaculate,\n Merely a woman, yet\n Whose presence, power is\n Great as no goddess's\n Was deemed, dreamed; who\n This one work has to do—\n Let all God's glory through,     30\n God's glory which would go\n Through her and from her flow\n Off, and no way but so.\n\nI say that we are wound\n With mercy round and round\n As if with air: the same\n Is Mary, more by name.\n She, wild web, wondrous robe,\n Mantles the guilty globe,\n Since God has let dispense       40\n Her prayers his providence:\n Nay, more than almoner,\n The sweet alms' self is her\n And men are meant to share\n Her life as life does air.\n      If I have understood,\n She holds high motherhood\n Towards all our ghostly good\n And plays in grace her part\n About man's beating heart,       50\n Laying, like air's fine flood,\n The deathdance in his blood;\n Yet no part but what will\n Be Christ our Saviour still.\n Of her flesh he took flesh:\n He does take fresh and fresh,\n Though much the mystery how,\n Not flesh but spirit now\n And makes, O marvellous!\n New Nazareths in us,             60\n Where she shall yet conceive\n Him, morning, noon, and eve;\n New Bethlems, and he born\n There, evening, noon, and morn\n Bethlem or Nazareth,\n Men here may draw like breath\n More Christ and baffle death;\n Who, born so, comes to be\n New self and nobler me\n In each one and each one         70\n More makes, when all is done,\n Both God's and Mary's Son.\n      Again, look overhead\n How air is azured;\n O how! nay do but stand\n Where you can lift your hand\n Skywards: rich, rich it laps\n Round the four fingergaps.\n Yet such a sapphire-shot,\n Charged, steeped sky will not    80\n Stain light. Yea, mark you this:\n It does no prejudice.\n The glass-blue days are those\n When every colour glows,\n Each shape and shadow shows.\n Blue be it: this blue heaven\n The seven or seven times seven\n Hued sunbeam will transmit\n Perfect, not alter it.\n Or if there does some soft,      90\n On things aloof, aloft,\n Bloom breathe, that one breath more\n Earth is the fairer for.\n Whereas did air not make\n This bath of blue and slake\n His fire, the sun would shake,\n A blear and blinding ball\n With blackness bound, and all\n The thick stars round him roll\n Flashing like flecks of coal,   100\n Quartz-fret, or sparks of salt,\n In grimy vasty vault.\n      So God was god of old:\n A mother came to mould\n Those limbs like ours which are\n What must make our daystar\n Much dearer to mankind;\n Whose glory bare would blind\n Or less would win man's mind.\n Through her we may see him      110\n Made sweeter, not made dim,\n And her hand leaves his light\n Sifted to suit our sight.\n      Be thou then, thou dear\n Mother, my atmosphere;\n My happier world, wherein\n To wend and meet no sin;\n Above me, round me lie\n Fronting my froward eye\n With sweet and scarless sky;    120\n Stir in my ears, speak there\n Of God's love, O live air,\n Of patience, penance, prayer:\n World-mothering air, air wild,\n Wound with thee, in thee isled,\n Fold home, fast fold thy child.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00290","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"37","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. No. 67 is held out: the source only transcribes its opening and refers to a manuscript facsimile.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"629f1a094d4870da4f1d67fc80456b822a755d05ee80807c2878d63a9c326f79","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Historical source edition reviewed for US and India; see docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-38","title":"To what serves Mortal Beauty?","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"To what serves mortal beauty | dangerous; does set danc-\n ing blood the O-seal-that-so | feature, flung prouder form\n Than Purcell tune lets tread to? | See: it does this: keeps warm\n Men's wits to the things that are; | what good means—where a glance\n Master more may than gaze, | gaze out of countenance.\n Those lovely lads once, wet-fresh | windfalls of war's storm,\n How then should Gregory, a father, | have gleaned else from swarm-\n ed Rome? But God to a nation | dealt that day's dear chance.\n    To man, that needs would worship | block or barren stone,\n Our law says: Love what are | love's worthiest, were all known;\n World's loveliest—men's selves. Self | flashes off frame and face.\n What do then? how meet beauty? | Merely meet it; own,\n Home at heart, heaven's sweet gift; | then leave, let that alone.\n Yea, wish that though, wish all, | God's better beauty, grace.","themes":["love","spirituality","loneliness","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00293","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"38","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. No. 67 is held out: the source only transcribes its opening and refers to a manuscript facsimile.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"17525003c9de6febd3872e5322add000aa0d6e8490366d5d7ab27a8f73699a88","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Historical source edition reviewed for US and India; see docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-39","title":"(The Soldier)","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"YES. Why do we all, seeing of a soldier, bless him? bless\n Our redcoats, our tars? Both these being, the greater part,\n But frail clay, nay but foul clay. Here it is: the heart,\n Since, proud, it calls the calling manly, gives a guess\n That, hopes that, makesbelieve, the men must be no less;\n It fancies, feigns, deems, dears the artist after his art;\n And fain will find as sterling all as all is smart,\n And scarlet wear the spirit of war there express.\n\nMark Christ our King. He knows war, served this soldiering\n      through;\n He of all can handle a rope best. There he bides in bliss\n Now, and seeing somewhere some man do all that man can do,\n For love he leans forth, needs his neck must fall on, kiss,\n And cry 'O Christ-done deed! So God-made-flesh does too:\n Were I come o'er again' cries Christ 'it should be this'.","themes":["love","hope","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00295","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"39","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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I can;\n Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.\n But ah, but O thou terrible, why wouldst thou rude on me\n Thy wring-world right foot rock? lay a lionlimb against\n      me? scan\n With darksome devouring eyes my bruised bones? and fan,\n O in turns of tempest, me heaped there; me frantic to\n      avoid thee and flee?\n\nWhy? That my chaff might fly; my grain lie, sheer      and clear. Nay in all that toil, that coil, since (seems) I kissed the rod, Hand rather, my heart lo! lapped strength, stole joy,      would laugh, cheer. Cheer whom though? the hero whose heaven-handling      flung me, foot trod Me? or me that fought him? O which one? is it each      one? That night, that year Of now done darkness I wretch lay wrestling with (my      God!) my God.","themes":["love","hope","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00298","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"40","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. No. 67 is held out: the source only transcribes its opening and refers to a manuscript facsimile.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"68fa4a0708fe513df8e0781763747a6b85693087a45e57604cf3d7dd9e701413","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Historical source edition reviewed for US and India; see docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-41","title":"No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,\n More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.\n Comforter, where, where is your comforting?\n Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?\n My cries heave, herds-long; huddle in a main, a chief\n Woe, world-sorrow; on an age-old anvil wince and sing—\n Then lull, then leave off. Fury had shrieked 'No ling-\n ering! Let me be fell: force I must be brief'.\n\nO the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall\n Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap\n May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our small\n Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! creep,\n Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all\n Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.","themes":["grief","time","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00301","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"41","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. No. 67 is held out: the source only transcribes its opening and refers to a manuscript facsimile.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"2ede80e99e26a85ae30da099d3098dc78f1a361f05dc92809a16067961144131","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Historical source edition reviewed for US and India; see docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-42","title":"Tom's Garland;","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"upon the Unemployed\n\nTOM—garlanded with squat and surly steel\n Tom; then Tom's fallowbootfellow piles pick\n By him and rips out rockfire homeforth—sturdy Dick;\n Tom Heart-at-ease, Tom Navvy: he is all for his meal\n Sure, 's bed now. Low be it: lustily he his low lot (feel\n That ne'er need hunger, Tom; Tom seldom sick,\n Seldomer heartsore; that treads through, prickproof,\n      thick\n Thousands of thorns, thoughts) swings though. Common-\n      weal\n Little I reck ho! lacklevel in, if all had bread:\n What! Country is honour enough in all us—lordly head,\n With heaven's lights high hung round, or, mother-ground\n That mammocks, mighty foot. But no way sped,\n Nor mind nor mainstrength; gold go garlanded\n With, perilous, O no; nor yet plod safe shod sound;\n                Undenizened, beyond bound\n Of earth's glory, earth's ease, all; no one, nowhere,\n In wide the world's weal; rare gold, bold steel, bare\n                In both; care, but share care—\n This, by Despair, bred Hangdog dull; by Rage,\n Manwolf, worse; and their packs infest the age.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00304","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"42","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. No. 67 is held out: the source only transcribes its opening and refers to a manuscript facsimile.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"7bda2f9ae19c75563cc7177c9f4751ad3d2b59c071fc247194efb759e422131e","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Historical source edition reviewed for US and India; see docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-43","title":"Harry Ploughman","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"HARD as hurdle arms, with a broth of goldish flue\n Breathed round; the rack of ribs; the scooped flank; lank\n Rope-over thigh; knee-nave; and barrelled shank—\n           Head and foot, shoulder and shank—\n By a grey eye's heed steered well, one crew, fall to;\n Stand at stress. Each limb's barrowy brawn, his thew\n That onewhere curded, onewhere sucked or sank—\n                Soared or sank—,\n Though as a beechbole firm, finds his, as at a roll-\n      call, rank\n And features, in flesh, what deed he each must do—\n           His sinew-service where do.\n\nHe leans to it, Harry bends, look. Back, elbow, and\n      liquid waist\n In him, all quail to the wallowing o' the plough:\n      's cheek crimsons; curls\n Wag or crossbridle, in a wind lifted, windlaced—\n           See his wind- lilylocks -laced;\n Churlsgrace, too, child of Amansstrength, how it hangs\n      or hurls\n Them—broad in bluff hide his frowning feet lashed! raced\n With, along them, cragiron under and cold furls—\n           With-a-fountain's shining-shot furls.","themes":["home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00307","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"43","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. No. 67 is held out: the source only transcribes its opening and refers to a manuscript facsimile.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"a50a1593f6d5e5dbb4aa0f8b41505ccbf4658442306ce8cdb57d3ca9c56bdae1","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Historical source edition reviewed for US and India; see docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-44","title":"To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life\n Among strangers. Father and mother dear,\n Brothers and sisters are in Christ not near\n And he my peace my parting, sword and strife.\n    England, whose honour O all my heart woos, wife\n To my creating thought, would neither hear\n Me, were I pleading, plead nor do I: I wear-\n y of idle a being but by where wars are rife.\n\nI am in Ireland now; now I am at a third\n Remove. Not but in all removes I can\n Kind love both give and get. Only what word\n Wisest my heart breeds dark heaven's baffling ban\n Bars or hell's spell thwarts. This to hoard unheard,\n Heard unheeded, leaves me a lonely began.","themes":["love","spirituality","loneliness","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00310","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"44","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. No. 67 is held out: the source only transcribes its opening and refers to a manuscript facsimile.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"604b80ad4f9a74befdfe1df83185dcbb830d576d79488d87df95fcd3375fd667","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Historical source edition reviewed for US and India; see docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-45","title":"I WAKE and feel the fell of dark, not day.","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"I WAKE and feel the fell of dark, not day.\n What hours, O what black houers we have spent\n This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!\n And more must, in yet longer light's delay.\n      With witness I speak this. But where I say\n Hours I mean years, mean life. And my lament\n Is cries countless, cries like dead letters sent\n To dearest him that lives alas! away.\n\nI am gall, I am heartburn. God's most deep decree\n Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me;\n Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse.\n      Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours. I see\n The lost are like this, and their scourge to be\n As I am mine, their sweating selves; but worse.","themes":["love","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00313","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"45","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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Natural heart's ivy, Patience masks\n Our ruins of wrecked past purpose. There she basks\n Purple eyes and seas of liquid leaves all day.\n\nWe hear our hearts grate on themselves: it kills\n To bruise them dearer. Yet the rebellious wills\n Of us we do bid God bend to him even so.\n    And where is he who more and more distils\n Delicious kindness?—He is patient. Patience fills\n His crisp combs, and that comes those ways we know.","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00316","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"46","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-47","title":"MY own heart let me have more pity on; let","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"MY own heart let me have more pity on; let\n Me live to my sad self hereafter kind,\n Charitable; not live this tormented mind\n With this tormented mind tormenting yet.\n    I cast for comfort I can no more get\n By groping round my comfortless, than blind\n Eyes in their dark can day or thirst can find\n Thirst's all-in-all in all a world of wet.\n\nSoul, self; come, poor Jackself, I do advise\n You, jaded, let be; call off thoughts awhile\n Elsewhere; leave comfort root-room; let joy size\n At God knows when to God knows what; whose smile\n 's not wrung, see you; unforeseen times rather—as skies\n Betweenpie mountains—lights a lovely mile.","themes":["love","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00319","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"47","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-48","title":"That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire and of the comfort of the Resurrection","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"CLOUD-PUFFBALL, torn tufts, tossed pillows | flaunt forth, then\n      chevy on an air-\n built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs | they throng;\n      they glitter in marches.\n Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash, | wherever an elm\n    arches,\n Shivelights and shadowtackle in long | lashes lace, lance, and pair.\n Delightfully the bright wind boisterous | ropes, wrestles, beats\n    earth bare\n Of yestertempest's creases; in pool and rut peel parches\n Squandering ooze to squeezed | dough, crust, dust; stanches,\n    starches\n Squadroned masks and manmarks | treadmire toil there\n Footfretted in it. Million-fueled, | nature's bonfire burns on.\n But quench her bonniest, dearest | to her, her clearest-selved spark\n Man, how fast his firedint, | his mark on mind, is gone!\n Both are in an unfathomable, all is in an enormous dark\n Drowned. O pity and indig | nation! Manshape, that shone\n Sheer off, disseveral, a star, | death blots black out; nor mark\n           Is any of him at all so stark\n But vastness blurs and time | beats level. Enough! the Resur-\n      rection,\n A heart's-clarion! Away grief's gasping, | joyless days, dejection.\n           Across my foundering deck shone\n A beacon, an eternal beam. | Flesh fade, and mortal trash\n Fall to the residuary worm; | world's wildfire, leave but ash:\n           In a flash, at a trumpet crash,\n I am all at once what Christ is, | since he was what I am, and\n This Jack, joke, poor potsherd, | patch, matchwood, immortal\n      diamond,\n           Is immortal diamond.","themes":["love","grief","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00322","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"48","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-49","title":"In honour of St. Alphonsus Rodriguez Laybrother of the Society of Jesus","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"HONOUR is flashed off exploit, so we say;\n And those strokes once that gashed flesh or galled shield\n Should tongue that time now, trumpet now that field,\n And, on the fighter, forge his glorious day.\n On Christ they do and on the martyr may;\n But be the war within, the brand we wield\n Unseen, the heroic breast not outward-steeled,\n Earth hears no hurtle then from fiercest fray.\n\nYet God (that hews mountain and continent,\n Earth, all, out; who, with trickling increment,\n Veins violets and tall trees makes more and more)\n Could crowd career with conquest while there went\n Those years and years by of world without event\n That in Majorca Alfonso watched the door.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00324","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"49","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-50","title":"Thou art indeed just, Lord","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Justus quidem tu es, Domine, si disputem tecum: verum- tamen justa loquar ad te: Quare via impiorum prospera- tur? &c.\n\nTHOU art indeed just, Lord, if I contend\n With thee; but, sir, so what I plead is just.\n Why do sinners' ways prosper? and why must\n Disappointment all I endeavour end?\n\nWert thou my enemy, O thou my friend,\n How wouldst thou worse, I wonder, than thou dost\n Defeat, thwart me? Oh, the sots and thralls of lust\n Do in spare hours more thrive than I that spend,\n Sir, life upon thy cause. See, banks and brakes\n Now, leaved how thick! laced they are again\n With fretty chervil, look, and fresh wind shakes\n Them; birds build—but not I build; no, but strain,\n Time's eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes.\n Mine, O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00327","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"50","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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B.","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"THE fine delight that fathers thought; the strong\n Spur, live and lancing like the blowpipe flame,\n Breathes once and, quenched faster than it came,\n Leaves yet the mind a mother of immortal song.\n Nine months she then, nay years, nine years she long\n Within her wears, bears, cares and moulds the same:\n The widow of an insight lost she lives, with aim\n Now known and hand at work now never wrong.\n    Sweet fire the sire of muse, my soul needs this;\n I want the one rapture of an inspiration.\n O then if in my lagging lines you miss\n The roll, the rise, the carol, the creation,\n My winter world, that scarcely breathes that bliss\n Now, yields you, with some sighs, our explanation.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00331","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"51","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-52","title":"Summa","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Unfinished poem / fragment","text":"THE best ideal is the true\n    And other truth is none.\n All glory be ascribed to\n    The holy Three in One.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00334","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"52","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-53","title":"WHAT being in rank-old nature should earlier have that","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Unfinished poem / fragment","text":"WHAT being in rank-old nature should earlier have that\n    breath been\n That here personal tells off these heart-song powerful\n peals?—\n A bush-browed, beetle-browed billow is it?\n With a south-westerly wind blustering, with a tide rolls\n    reels\n Of crumbling, fore-foundering, thundering all-surfy seas\n    in; seen\n Underneath, their glassy barrel, of a fairy green.\n      .     .     .     .     .     .     .     .\n Or a jaunting vaunting vaulting assaulting trumpet telling","themes":["love","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00336","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"53","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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The heart's eye grieves\n Discovering you, dark tramplers, tyrant years.\n A juice rides rich through bluebells, in vine leaves,\n And beauty's dearest veriest vein is tears.\n\nHappy the father, mother of these! Too fast:\n Not that, but thus far, all with frailty, blest\n In one fair fall; but, for time's aftercast,\n Creatures all heft, hope, hazard, interest.\n\nAnd are they thus? The fine, the fingering beams\n Their young delightful hour do feature down\n That fleeted else like day-dissolved dreams\n Or ringlet-race on burling Barrow brown.\n\nShe leans on him with such contentment fond\n As well the sister sits, would well the wife;\n His looks, the soul's own letters, see beyond,\n Gaze on, and fall directly forth on life.\n\nBut ah, bright forelock, cluster that you are\n Of favoured make and mind and health and youth,\n Where lies your landmark, seamark, or soul's star?\n There's none but truth can stead you. Christ is truth.\n\nThere's none but good can be good, both for you\n And what sways with you, maybe this sweet maid;\n None good but God—a warning waved to\n One once that was found wanting when Good weighed.\n\nMan lives that list, that leaning in the will\n No wisdom can forecast by gauge or guess,\n The selfless self of self, most strange, most still,\n Fast furled and all foredrawn to No or Yes.\n\nYour feast of; that most in you earnest eye\n May but call on your banes to more carouse.\n Worst will the best. What worm was here, we cry,\n To have havoc-pocked so, see, the hung-heavenward\n      boughs?\n\nEnough: corruption was the world's first woe.\n What need I strain my heart beyond my ken?\n O but I bear my burning witness though\n Against the wild and wanton work of men.\n      .     .     .     .     .     .     .","themes":["love","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00338","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"54","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-55","title":"THE sea took pity: it interposed with doom","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Unfinished poem / fragment","text":"THE sea took pity: it interposed with doom:\n 'I have tall daughters dear that heed my hand:\n Let Winter wed one, sow them in her womb,\n And she shall child them on the New-world strand.'\n      .     .     .     .     .     .     .     .","themes":["love","nature","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00349","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"55","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-56","title":"(Ash-boughs)","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Unfinished poem / fragment","text":"a.\n\nNOT of all my eyes see, wandering on the world,\n Is anything a milk to the mind so, so sighs deep\n Poetry to it, as a tree whose boughs break in the sky.\n Say it is ashboughs: whether on a December day and\n      furled\n Fast or they in clammyish lashtender combs creep\n Apart wide and new-nestle at heaven most high.\n They touch heaven, tabour on it; how their talons sweep\n The smouldering enormous winter welkin! May\n Mells blue and snowwhite through them, a fringe and fray\n Of greenery: it is old earth's groping towards the steep\n           Heaven whom she childs us by.\n\n(Variant from line 7.) b.\n\nThey touch, they tabour on it, hover on it[; here, there\n      hurled],\n           With talons sweep\n The smouldering enormous winter welkin. [Eye,\n           But more cheer is when] May\n Mells blue with snowwhite through their fringe and fray\n Of greenery and old earth gropes for, grasps at steep\n           Heaven with it whom she childs things by.","themes":["nature","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00351","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"56","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-57","title":"HOPE holds to Christ the mind's own mirror out","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Unfinished poem / fragment","text":".     .     .     .     .     .     .     .\n HOPE holds to Christ the mind's own mirror out\n To take His lovely likeness more and more.\n It will not well, so she would bring about\n An ever brighter burnish than before\n And turns to wash it from her welling eyes\n And breathes the blots off all with sighs on sighs.\n Her glass is blest but she as good as blind\n Holds till hand aches and wonders what is there;\n Her glass drinks light, she darkles down behind,\n All of her glorious gainings unaware.\n      .     .     .     .     .     .     .     .\n I told you that she turned her mirror dim\n Betweenwhiles, but she sees herself not Him.\n      .     .     .     .     .     .     .     .","themes":["hope"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00356","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"57","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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There\n    Some messenger there might have met you from my uncle.\n\nT. Your uncle met the messenger—met me; and this the\n      message:\n    Lord Beuno comes to-night.\n\nW.           To-night, sir!\n\nT.                Soon, now: therefore\n    Have all things ready in his room.\n\nW.           There needs but little doing.\n\nT. Let what there needs be done. Stay! with him one com-\n      panion,\n    His deacon, Dirvan Warm: twice over must the welcome be,\n    But both will share one cell. This was good news,\n      Gwenvrewi.\n\nW. Ah yes!\n\nT. Why, get thee gone then; tell thy mother I want her.\n                          Exit Winefred.\n    No man has such a daughter. The fathers of the world\n    Call no such maiden 'mine'. The deeper grows her\n      dearness\n    And more and more times laces round and round my heart,\n    The more some monstrous hand gropes with clammy fingers\n      there,\n    Tampering with those sweet bines, draws them out, strains\n      them, strains them;\n    Meantime some tongue cries 'What, Teryth! what, thou\n      poor fond father!\n    How when this bloom, this honeysuckle, that rides the air\n      so rich about thee,\n    Is all, all sheared away, thus!' Then I sweat for fear.\n    Or else a funeral, and yet 'tis not a funeral,\n    Some pageant which takes tears and I must foot with\n      feeling that\n    Alive or dead my girl is carried in it, endlessly\n    Goes marching thro' my mind. What sense is this? It\n      has none.\n    This is too much the father; nay the mother. Fanciful!\n    I here forbid my thoughts to fool themselves with fears.\n\nEnter Gwenlo.\n\n.    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .\n\nAct II.—Scene, a wood ending in a steep bank over a dry dene,      Winefred having been murdered within. Re-enter Caradoc      with a bloody sword.\n\nC. My heart, where have we been? What have we seen, my\n      mind?\n    What stroke has Caradoc's right arm dealt? what done?\n      Head of a rebel\n    Struck off it has; written upon lovely limbs,\n    In bloody letters, lessons of earnest, of revenge;\n    Monuments of my earnest, records of my revenge,\n    On one that went against me whereas I had warned her—\n    Warned her! well she knew. I warned her of this work.\n    What work? what harm 's done? There is no harm done,\n      none yet;\n    Perhaps we struck no blow, Gwenvrewi lives perhaps;\n    To makebelieve my mood was—mock. I might think so\n    But here, here is a workman from his day's task sweats.\n    Wiped I am sure this was; it seems not well; for still,\n    Still the scarlet swings and dances on the blade.\n    So be it. Thou steel, thou butcher,\n    I can scour thee, fresh burnish thee, sheathe thee in thy\n      dark lair; these drops\n    Never, never, never in their blue banks again.\n    The woeful, Cradock, the woeful word! Then what,\n    What have we seen? Her head, sheared from her shoulders,\n      fall,\n    And lapped in shining hair, roll to the bank's edge; then\n    Down the beetling banks, like water in waterfalls,\n    It stooped and flashed and fell and ran like water away.\n    Her eyes, oh and her eyes!\n    In all her beauty, and sunlight to it is a pit, den, darkness,\n    Foam-falling is not fresh to it, rainbow by it not beaming,\n    In all her body, I say, no place was like her eyes,\n    No piece matched those eyes kept most part much cast down\n    But, being lifted, immortal, of immortal brightness.\n    Several times I saw them, thrice or four times turning;\n    Round and round they came and flashed towards heaven:\n      O there,\n    There they did appeal. Therefore airy vengeances\n    Are afoot; heaven-vault fast purpling portends, and what\n      first lightning\n    Any instant falls means me. And I do not repent;\n    I do not and I will not repent, not repent.\n    The blame bear who aroused me. What I have done violent\n    I have like a lion done, lionlike done,\n    Honouring an uncontrolled royal wrathful nature,\n    Mantling passion in a grandeur, crimson grandeur.\n    Now be my pride then perfect, all one piece. Henceforth\n    In a wide world of defiance Caradoc lives alone,\n    Loyal to his own soul, laying his own law down, no law nor\n    Lord now curb him for ever. O daring! O deep insight!\n    What is virtue? Valour; only the heart valiant.\n    And right? Only resolution; will, his will unwavering\n    Who, like me, knowing his nature to the heart home,\n      nature's business,\n    Despatches with no flinching. But will flesh, O can flesh\n    Second this fiery strain? Not always; O no no!\n    We cannot live this life out; sometimes we must weary\n    And in this darksome world what comfort can I find?\n    Down this darksome world comfort where can I find\n    When 'ts light I quenched; its rose, time's one rich rose,\n      my hand,\n    By her bloom, fast by her fresh, her fleeced bloom,\n    Hideous dashed down, leaving earth a winter withering\n    With no now, no Gwenvrewi. I must miss her most\n    That might have spared her were it but for passion-sake. Yes,\n    To hunger and not have, yet hope on for, to storm and\n      strive and\n    Be at every assault fresh foiled, worse flung, deeper dis-\n      appointed,\n    The turmoil and the torment, it has, I swear, a sweetness,\n    Keeps a kind of joy in it, a zest, an edge, an ecstasy,\n    Next after sweet success. I am not left even this;\n    I all my being have hacked in half with her neck: one part,\n    Reason, selfdisposal, choice of better or worse way,\n    Is corpse now, cannot change; my other self, this soul,\n    Life's quick, this kind, this keen self-feeling,\n    With dreadful distillation of thoughts sour as blood,\n    Must all day long taste murder. What do now then?\n      Do? Nay,\n    Deed-bound I am; one deed treads all down here cramps\n         all doing. What do? Not yield,\n    Not hope, not pray; despair; ay, that: brazen despair out,\n    Brave all, and take what comes—as here this rabble is come,\n    Whose bloods I reck no more of, no more rank with hers\n    Than sewers with sacred oils. Mankind, that mobs, comes.\n      Come!\n\nEnter a crowd, among them Teryth, Gwenlo, Beuno.\n\n.    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .\n\nAfter Winefred's raising from the dead and the breaking                out of the fountain.\n\nBEUNO. O now while skies are blue, now while seas are salt,\n    While rushy rains shall fall or brooks shall fleet from\n      fountains,\n    While sick men shall cast sighs, of sweet health all despairing.\n    While blind men's eyes shall thirst after daylight, draughts\n      of daylight,\n    Or deaf ears shall desire that lipmusic that's lost upon them,\n    While cripples are, while lepers, dancers in dismal limb-\n      dance,\n    Fallers in dreadful frothpits, waterfearers wild,\n    Stone, palsy, cancer, cough, lung wasting, womb not bearing,\n    Rupture, running sores, what more? in brief, in burden,\n    As long as men are mortal and God merciful,\n    So long to this sweet spot, this leafy lean-over,\n    This Dry Dene, now no longer dry nor dumb, but moist\n      and musical\n    With the uproll and the downcarol of day and night\n      delivering\n    Water, which keeps thy name, (for not in rock written,\n    But in pale water, frail water, wild rash and reeling water,\n    That will not wear a print, that will not stain a pen,\n    Thy venerable record, virgin, is recorded).\n    Here to this holy well shall pilgrimages be,\n    And not from purple Wales only nor from elmy England,\n    But from beyond seas, Erin, France and Flanders, every-\n      where,\n    Pilgrims, still pilgrims, more pilgrims, still more poor pilgrims.\n    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .\n    What sights shall be when some that swung, wretches, on\n      crutches\n    Their crutches shall cast from them, on heels of air departing,\n    Or they go rich as roseleaves hence that loathsome came\n      hither!\n    Not now to name even\n    Those dearer, more divine boons whose haven the heart is.\n    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .\n    As sure as what is most sure, sure as that spring primroses\n    Shall new-dapple next year, sure as to-morrow morning,\n    Amongst come-back-again things, things with a revival,\n      things with a recovery,\n    Thy name . . .\n\n.    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00358","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"58","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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Under her banner live for her honour.\n\nNot the pleasure, the pay, the plunder,\n But country and flag, the flag I am under—\n There is the shilling that finds me willing\n To follow a banner and fight for honour.\n    CH. We follow her banner, we fight for her honour.\n\nCall me England's fame's fond lover,\n Her fame to keep, her fame to recover.\n Spend me or end me what God shall send me,\n But under her banner I live for her honour.\n    CH. Under her banner we march for her honour.\n\nWhere is the field I must play the man on?\n O welcome there their steel or cannon.\n Immortal beauty is death with duty,\n If under her banner I fall for her honour.\n    CH. 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Nor word now of success:\n All is from wreck, here, there, to rescue one—\n Work which to see scarce so much as begun\n Makes welcome death, does dear forgetfulness.\n\nOr what is else? There is your world within.\n There rid the dragons, root out there the sin.\n Your will is law in that small commonweal . . .","themes":["love","nature","death"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00386","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"60","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-61","title":"Cheery Beggar","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Unfinished poem / fragment","text":"BEYOND Magdalen and by the Bridge, on a place called\n       there the Plain,\n    In Summer, in a burst of summertime\n    Following falls and falls of rain,\n When the air was sweet-and-sour of the flown fineflower of\n Those goldnails and their gaylinks that hang along a lime;\n      .     .     .     .     .     .     .     .\n\nThe motion of that man's heart is fine\n    Whom want could not make pine, pine\n That struggling should not sear him, a gift should cheer\n       him\n Like that poor pocket of pence, poor pence of mine.\n      .     .     .     .     .     .     .     .","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00389","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"61","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-62","title":"DENIS, whose motionable, alert, most vaulting wit","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Unfinished poem / fragment","text":"DENIS, whose motionable, alert, most vaulting wit\n Caps occasion with an intellectual fit.\n Yet Arthur is a Bowman: his three-heeled timber'll hit\n The bald and bold blinking gold when all's done\n Right rooting in the bare butt's wincing navel in the sight\n      of the sun.\n      .     .     .     .     .     .     .     .","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00392","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"62","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-63","title":"THE furl of fresh-leaved dogrose down","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Unfinished poem / fragment","text":"THE furl of fresh-leaved dogrose down\n His cheeks the forth-and-flaunting sun\n Had swarthed about with lion-brown\n      Before the Spring was done.\n\nHis locks like all a ravel-rope's-end,\n    With hempen strands in spray—\n Fallow, foam-fallow, hanks—fall'n off their ranks,\n    Swung down at a disarray.\n\nOr like a juicy and jostling shock\n    Of bluebells sheaved in May\n Or wind-long fleeces on the flock\n    A day off shearing day.\n\nThen over his turned temples—here—\n    Was a rose, or, failing that,\n Rough-Robin or five-lipped campion clear\n    For a beauty-bow to his hat,\n And the sunlight sidled, like dewdrops, like dandled\n      diamonds\n Through the sieve of the straw of the plait.\n      .     .     .     .     .     .     .     .","themes":["nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00394","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"63","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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So tiny a trickle of song-strain; And all round not to be found For brier, bough, furrow, or green ground Before or behind or far or at hand Either left either right Anywhere in the sunlight. Well, after all! Ah but hark— 'I am the little woodlark.      .     .     .     .     .     .     . To-day the sky is two and two With white strokes and strains of the blue      .     .     .     .     .     .     . Round a ring, around a ring And while I sail (must listen) I sing      .     .     .     .     .     .     . The skylark is my cousin and he Is known to men more than me      .     .     .     .     .     .     .                . . . when the cry within Says Go on then I go on Till the longing is less and the good gone\n\nBut down drop, if it says Stop,\n To the all-a-leaf of the treetop\n And after that off the bough\n      .     .     .     .     .     .     .\n I am so very, O so very glad\n That I do think there is not to be had . . .\n      .     .     .     .     .     .     .\n The blue wheat-acre is underneath\n And the braided ear breaks out of the sheath,\n The ear in milk, lush the sash,\n And crush-silk poppies aflash,\n The blood-gush blade-gash\n Flame-rash rudred\n Bud shelling or broad-shed\n Tatter-tassel-tangled and dingle-a-dangled\n Dandy-hung dainty head.\n      .     .     .     .     .     .     .\n And down … the furrow dry\n Sunspurge and oxeye\n And laced-leaved lovely\n Foam-tuft fumitory\n      .     .     .     .     .     .     .\n Through the velvety wind V-winged\n To the nest's nook I balance and buoy\n With a sweet joy of a sweet joy,\n Sweet, of a sweet, of a sweet joy\n Of a sweet—a sweet—sweet—joy.'","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00399","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"64","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-65","title":"Moonrise","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Unfinished poem / fragment","text":"I AWOKE in the Midsummer not to call night, |in the\n      white and the walk of the morning:\n The moon, dwindled and thinned to the fringe | of a\n      finger-nail held to the candle,\n Or paring of paradisaical fruit, | lovely in waning but\n      lustreless,\n Stepped from the stool, drew back from the barrow, | of\n      dark Maenefa the mountain;\n A cusp still clasped him, a fluke yet fanged him, | en-\n      tangled him, not quit utterly.\n This was the prized, the desirable sight, | unsought, pre-\n      sented so easily,\n Parted me leaf and leaf, divided me, | eyelid and eyelid of\n      slumber.","themes":["night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00403","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"65","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-66","title":"REPEAT that, repeat","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Unfinished poem / fragment","text":"REPEAT that, repeat,\n Cuckoo, bird, and open ear wells, heart-springs, delight-\n      fully sweet,\n With a ballad, with a ballad, a rebound\n Off trundled timber and scoops of the hillside ground,\n      hollow hollow hollow ground:\n The whole landscape flushes on a sudden at a sound.","themes":["love","nature"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00405","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"66","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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The words are wild.","themes":["home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00411","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"68","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. No. 67 is held out: the source only transcribes its opening and refers to a manuscript facsimile.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"ec023074487d9fec1846560e2e7bd1409c4bd01e3cc2b8382f3c0003881c0bcb","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Historical source edition reviewed for US and India; see docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-69","title":"THE shepherd's brow fronting forked lightning, owns","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Unfinished poem / fragment","text":"THE shepherd's brow fronting forked lightning, owns\n The horror and the havoc and the glory\n Of it. Angels fall, they are towers, from heaven—a story\n Of just, majestical, and giant groans.\n But man—we, scaffold of score brittle bones;\n Who breathe, from groundlong babyhood to hoary\n Age gasp; whose breath is our memento mori—\n What bass is our viol for tragic tones?\n He! Hand to mouth he lives, and voids with shame;\n And, blazoned in however bold the name,\n Man Jack the man is, just; his mate a hussy.\n And I that die these deaths, that feed this flame,\n That … in smooth spoons spy life's masque mirrored:\n      tame\n My tempests there, my fire and fever fussy.","themes":["time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00413","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"69","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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There, ah thereby\n Is comfort's carol of all or woe's worst smart.\n\nField-flown the departed day no morning brings\n Saying 'This was yours' with her, but new one, worse.\n And then that last and shortest . . .","themes":["love","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00415","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"70","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-71","title":"STRIKE, churl; hurl, cheerless wind, then; heltering hail","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Unfinished poem / fragment","text":"STRIKE, churl; hurl, cheerless wind, then; heltering hail\n May's beauty massacre and wisped wild clouds grow\n Out on the giant air; tell Summer No,\n Bid joy back, have at the harvest, keep Hope pale.","themes":["nature","hope"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00418","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"71","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. No. 67 is held out: the source only transcribes its opening and refers to a manuscript facsimile.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"445ed9de0a7bf26f110f8ee3b813cd642b2ca32f2adb8c0a2301f4ef7f3ff36d","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Historical source edition reviewed for US and India; see docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"hopkins-1918-72","title":"Epithalamion","poet":"Gerard Manley Hopkins","lang":"en","form":"Unfinished poem / fragment","text":"HARK, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe\n We are leafwhelmed somewhere with the hood\n Of some branchy bunchy bushybowered wood,\n Southern dene or Lancashire clough or Devon cleave,\n That leans along the loins of hills, where a candycoloured, where\n      a gluegold-brown\n Marbled river, boisterously beautiful, between\n Roots and rocks is danced and dandled, all in froth and water-\n      blowballs, down.\n We are there, when we hear a shout\n That the hanging honeysuck, the dogeared hazels in the cover\n Makes dither, makes hover\n And the riot of a rout\n Of, it must be, boys from the town\n Bathing: it is summer's sovereign good.\n\nBy there comes a listless stranger: beckoned by the noise\n He drops towards the river: unseen\n Sees the bevy of them, how the boys\n With dare and with downdolphinry and bellbright bodies hud-\n      dling out,\n Are earthworld, airworld, waterworld thorough hurled, all by\n      turn and turn about.\n\nThis garland of their gambols flashes in his breast\n Into such a sudden zest\n Of summertime joys\n That he hies to a pool neighbouring; sees it is the best\n There; sweetest, freshest, shadowiest;\n Fairyland; silk-beech, scrolled ash, packed sycamore, wild\n      wychelm, hornbeam fretty overstood\n By. Rafts and rafts of flake-leaves light, dealt so, painted on the air,\n Hang as still as hawk or hawkmoth, as the stars or as the angels\n      there,\n Like the thing that never knew the earth, never off roots\n Rose. Here he feasts: lovely all is! No more: off with—\n      down he dings\n His bleached both and woolwoven wear:\n Careless these in coloured wisp\n All lie tumbled-to; then with loop-locks\n Forward falling, forehead frowning, lips crisp\n Over finger-teasing task, his twiny boots\n Fast he opens, last he offwrings\n Till walk the world he can with bare his feet\n And come where lies a coffer, burly all of blocks\n Built of chancequarried, selfquained rocks\n And the water warbles over into, filleted with glassy grassy\n      quicksilvery shives and shoots\n And with heavenfallen freshness down from moorland still brims,\n Dark or daylight on and on. Here he will then, here he will\n      the fleet\n Flinty kindcold element let break across his limbs\n Long. Where we leave him, froliclavish while he looks about\n      him, laughs, swims.\n\nEnough now; since the sacred matter that I mean I should be wronging longer leaving it to float Upon this only gambolling and echoing-of-earth note— What is … the delightful dene? Wedlock. What the water? Spousal love.      .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .      .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    . Father, mother, brothers, sisters, friends Into fairy trees, wild flowers, wood ferns Ranked round the bower      .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .","themes":["love","nature","night","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22403/pg22403-images.html#id00420","sourceId":"hopkins-1918","sourceEdition":"Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins, now first published, edited by Robert Bridges (1918), Project Gutenberg 22403","sourceLocator":"72","sourceNote":"Numbered poems and unfinished fragments from the 1918 edition. Source accents and line breaks retained. Editorial notes excluded. No. 67 is held out: the source only transcribes its opening and refers to a manuscript facsimile.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"c1f0bd1ce90163ef5d6abcc59caa123e00cd5a90959dab09229087a8a3e638e3","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Historical source edition reviewed for US and India; see docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"pearl-manuscript-pearl","title":"Pearl","poet":"Gawain poet (anonymous)","lang":"en","form":"Middle English poem","text":"Perle plesaunte to prynces paye,\nTo clanly clos in golde so clere,\nOute of oryent I hardyly saye,\nNe proued I neuer her precios pere,\nSo rounde, so reken in vche araye,\nSo smal, so smoþe her sydeȝ were.\nQuere-so-euer I Iugged gemmeȝ gaye,\nI sette hyr sengeley in synglure;\nAllas! I leste hyr in on erbere,\nÞurȝ gresse to grounde hit fro me yot;\nI dewyne for-dolked of luf daungere,\nOf þat pryuy perle with-outen spot.\n\nSyþen in þat spote hit fro me sprange,\nOfte haf I wayted wyschande þat wele,\nÞat wont watȝ whyle deuoyde my wrange,\n& heuen my happe & al my hele,\nÞat dotȝ bot þrych my hert þrange,\nMy breste in bale bot bolne & bele.\nȜet þoȝt me neuer so swete a sange,\nAs stylle stounde let to me stele,\nFor-soþe þer fleten to me fele,\nTo þenke hir color so clad in clot;\nO moul þou marreȝ a myry mele.\nMy priuy perle with-outen spotte,\n\nÞat spot of spyseȝ myȝt nedeȝ sprede,\nÞer such rycheȝ to rot is runnen;\nBlomeȝ blayke & blwe & rede,\nÞer schyneȝ ful schyr agayn þe sunne.\nFlor & fryte may not be fede,\nÞer hit doun drof in moldeȝ dunne,\nFor vch gresse mot grow of grayneȝ dede,\nNo whete were elleȝ to woneȝ wonne;\nOf goud vche goude is ay by-gonne.\nSo semly a sede moȝt fayly not,\nÞat spryngande spyceȝ vp ne sponne,\nOf þat precios perle wyth-outen spotte.\n\nTo þat spot þat I in speche expoun\nI entred in þat erber grene,\nIn augoste in a hyȝ seysoun,\nQuen corne is coruen wyth crokeȝ kene.\nOn huyle þer perle hit trendeled doun,\nSchadowed þis worteȝ ful schyre & schene\nGilofre, gyngure & gromylyoun,\n& pyonys powdered ay by-twene.\nȜif hit watȝ semly on to sene,\nA fayr reflayr ȝet fro hit flot,\nÞer wonys þat worþyly I wot & wene,\nMy precious perle, wyth-outen spot.\n\nBifore þat spot my honde I spenn[e]d,\nFor care ful colde þat to me caȝt[e];\nA denely dele in my hert denned,\nÞaȝ resoun sette my seluen saȝt[e].\nI playned my perle þat þer watȝ spenned\nWyth fyrte skylleȝ þat faste faȝt[e],\nÞaȝ kynde of kryst me comfort kenned,\nMy wreched wylle in wo ay wraȝte.\nI felle vpon þat floury flaȝt[e],\nSuche odour to my herneȝ schot;\nI slode vpon a slepyng slaȝte,\nOn þat prec[i]os perle with-outen spot.\nFro spot my spyryt þer sprang in space,\nMy body on balke þer bod in sweuen,\nMy goste is gon in godeȝ grace,\nIn auenture þer meruayleȝ meuen;\nI ne wyste in þis worlde quere þat hit wace,\nBot I knew me keste þer klyfeȝ cleuen;\nTowarde a foreste I bere þe face,\nWhere rych rokkeȝ wer to dyscreuen;\nÞe lyȝt of hem myȝt no mon leuen,\nÞe glemande glory þat of hem glent;\nFor wern neuer webbeȝ þat wyȝeȝ weuen,\nOf half so dere adubmente.\n\nDubbed wern alle þo downeȝ sydeȝ\nWith crystal klyffeȝ so cler of kynde,\nHolte-wodeȝ bryȝt aboute hem bydeȝ;\nOf bolleȝ as blwe as ble of ynde,\nAs bornyst syluer þe lef onslydeȝ,\nÞat þike con trylle on vch a tynde,\nQuen glem of glodeȝ agaynȝ hem glydeȝ,\nWyth schymeryng schene ful schrylle þay schynde.\nÞe grauayl þat on grounde con grynde\nWern precious perleȝ of oryente;\nÞe sunne bemeȝ bot blo & blynde,\nIn respecte of þat adubbement.\n\nThe adubbemente of þo downeȝ dere\nGarten my goste al greffe for-ȝete\nSo frech flauoreȝ of fryteȝ were,\nAs fode hit con me fayre refete.\nFowleȝ þer flowen in fryth in fere,\nOf flaumbande hweȝ, boþe smale & grete,\nBot sytole stryng & gyternere,\nHer reken myrþe moȝt not retrete,\nFor quen þose bryddeȝ her wyngeȝ bete\nÞay songen wyth a swete asent;\nSo grac[i]os gle couþe no mon gete\nAs here & se her adubbement.\n\nSo al watȝ dubbet on dere asyse;\nÞat fryth þer fortwne forth me fereȝ,\nÞe derþe þer-of for to deuyse\nNis no wyȝ worþe þat tonge bereȝ.\nI welke ay forth in wely wyse,\nNo bonk so byg þat did me dereȝ,\nÞe fyrre in þe fryth þe feier con ryse,\nÞe playn, þe plontteȝ, þe spyse, þe pereȝ,\n& raweȝ & randeȝ & rych reuereȝ,\nAs fyldor fyn her b[o]nkes brent.\nI wan to a water by schore þat schereȝ,\nLorde! dere watȝ hit adubbement!\n\nThe dubbemente of þo derworth depe\nWern bonkeȝ bene of beryl bryȝt;\nSwangeande swete þe water con swepe\nWyth a rownande rourde raykande aryȝt;\nIn þe founce þer stonden stoneȝ stepe,\nAs glente þurȝ glas þat glowed & glyȝt,\nA stremande sterneȝ quen stroþe men slepe,\nStaren in welkyn in wynter nyȝt;\nFor vche a pobbel in pole þer pyȝt\nWatȝ Emerad, saffer, oþer gemme gente,\nÞat alle þe loȝe lemed of lyȝt,\nSo dere watȝ hit adubbement.\nThe dubbement dere of doun & daleȝ,\nOf wod & water & wlonk playneȝ,\nBylde in me blys, abated my baleȝ,\nFor-didden my [dis]tresse, dystryed my payneȝ.\nDoun after a strem þat dryȝly haleȝ,\nI bowed in blys, bred ful my brayneȝ;\nÞe fyrre I folȝed þose floty valeȝ,\nÞe more strenghþe of ioye myn herte strayneȝ,\nAs fortune fares þer as ho frayneȝ,\nWheþer solace ho sende oþer elleȝ sore,\nÞe wyȝ, to wham her wylle ho wayneȝ,\nHytteȝ to haue ay more & more.\n\nMore of wele watȝ in þat wyse\nÞen I cowþe telle þaȝ I tom hade,\nFor vrþely herte myȝt not suffyse\nTo þe tenþe dole of þo gladneȝ glade;\nFor-þy I þoȝt þat paradyse\nWatȝ þer oþer gayn þo bonkeȝ brade;\nI hoped þe water were a deuyse\nBy-twene myrþeȝ by mereȝ made,\nBy-ȝonde þe broke by slente oþer slade,\nI hope[de] þat mote merked wore.\nBot þe water watȝ depe I dorst not wade\n& euer me longed a more & more.\n\nMore & more, & ȝet wel mare,\nMe lyste to se þe broke by-ȝonde,\nFor if hit watȝ fayr þer I con fare,\nWel loueloker watȝ þe fyrre londe.\nAbowte me con I stote & stare\nTo fynde a forþe, faste con I fonde,\nBot woþeȝ mo i-wysse þer ware,\nÞe fyrre I stalked by þe stronde,\n& euer me þoȝt I schulde not wonde\nFor wo, þer weleȝ so wynne wore.\nÞenne nwe note me com on honde\nÞat meued my mynde ay more & more,\n\nMore meruayle con my dom adaunt;\nI seȝ by-ȝonde þat myry mere,\nA crystal clyffe ful relusaunt,\nMony ryal ray con fro hit rere;\nAt þe fote þer-of þer sete a faunt,\nA mayden of menske, ful debonere;\nBlysnande whyt watȝ hyr bleaunt,\n(I knew hyr wel, I hade sen hyr ere)\nAs glysnande golde þat man con schere,\nSo schon þat schene an vnder schore;\nOn lenghe I loked to hyr þere,\nÞe lenger I knew hyr more & more\n\nThe more I frayste hyr fayre face.\nHer fygure fyn, quen I had fonte,\nSuche gladande glory con to me glace,\nAs lyttel byfore þerto watȝ wonte;\nTo calle hyr lyste con me enchace,\nBot baysment gef myn hert a brunt,\nI seȝ hyr in so strange a place,\nSuch a burre myȝt make myn herte blunt\nÞenne vereȝ ho vp her fayre frount,\nHyr vysayge whyt as playn yuore,\nÞat stonge myn hert ful stray atount,\n& euer þe lenger, þe more & more.\nMore þen me lyste my drede aros,\nI stod ful stylle & dorste not calle,\nWyth yȝen open & mouth ful clos,\nI stod as hende as hawk in halle;\nI hope þat gostly watȝ þat porpose,\nI dred on ende quat schulde byfalle,\nLest ho me eschaped þat I þer chos,\nEr I at steuen hir moȝt stalle.\nÞat gracios gay with-outen galle,\nSo smoþe, so smal, so seme slyȝt,\nRyseȝ vp in hir araye ryalle,\nA prec[i]os pyece in perleȝ pyȝt.\n\nPerleȝ pyȝte of ryal prys,\nÞere moȝt mon by grace haf sene,\nQuen þat frech as flor-de-lys,\nDoun þe bonke con boȝe by-dene.\nAl blysnande whyt watȝ hir beau uiys,\nVpon at sydeȝ & bounden bene\nWyth þe myryeste margarys at my deuyse,\nÞat euer I seȝ ȝet with myn yȝen;\nWyth lappeȝ large I wot & I wene,\nDubbed with double perle & dyȝte,\nHer cortel of self sute schene,\nWith precios perleȝ al vmbe-pyȝte.\n\nA pyȝt coroune ȝet wer þat gyrle,\nOf mariorys & non oþer ston,\nHiȝe pynakled of cler quyt perle,\nWyth flurted flowreȝ perfet vpon;\nTo hed hade ho non oþer werle,\nHer here heke al hyr vmbe-gon;\nHer semblaunt sade, for doc oþer erle,\nHer ble more blaȝt þen whalleȝ bon;\nAs schorne golde schyr her fax þenne schon,\nOn schyldereȝ þat leghe vnlapped lyȝte;\nHer depe colour ȝet wonted non,\nOf precios perle in porfyl pyȝte,\n\nPyȝt watȝ poyned & vche a hemme,\nAt honde, at sydeȝ, at ouerture,\nWyth whyte perle & non oþer gemme,\n& bornyste quyte watȝ hyr uesture.\nBot a wonder perle with-outen wemme,\nIn myddeȝ hyr breste watȝ sette so sure;\nA manneȝ dom moȝt dryȝly demme,\nEr mynde moȝt malte in hit mesure;\nI hope no tong moȝt endure\nNo sauerly saghe say of þat syȝt,\nSo watȝ hit clene & cler & pure,\nÞat precios perle þer hit watȝ pyȝt,\n\nPyȝt in perle þat precios p[r]yse.\nOn wyþer half water com doun þe schore,\nNo gladder gome heþen in to grece,\nÞen I, quen ho on brymme wore;\nHo watȝ me nerre þen aunte or nece,\nMy Ioy for-þy watȝ much þe more.\nHo profered me speche þat special spyce,\nEnclynande lowe in wommon lore,\nCaȝte of her coroun of grete tresore,\n& haylsed me wyth a lote lyȝte.\nWel watȝ me þat euer I watȝ bore,\nTo sware þat swete in perleȝ pyȝte!\n“O perle,” quod I, “in perleȝ pyȝt,\nArt þou my perle þat I haf playned,\nRegretted by myn one, on nyȝte?\nMuch longeyng haf I for þe layned,\nSyþen into gresse þou me aglyȝte;\nPensyf, payred, I am for-payned,\n& þou in a lyf of lykyng lyȝte\nIn paradys erde, of stryf vnstrayned.\nWhat wyrde hatȝ hyder my iuel vayned,\n& don me in þys del & gret daunger?\nFro we in twynne wern towen & twayned,\nI haf ben a Ioyleȝ Iuelere.”\n\nThat Iuel þenne in gemmyȝ gente,\nVered vp her vyse with yȝen graye,\nSet on hyr coroun of perle orient,\n& soberly after þenne con ho say:\n“Sir ȝe haf your tale myse-tente,\nTo say your perle is al awaye,\nÞat is in cofer, so comly clente,\nAs in þis gardyn gracios gaye,\nHere-inne to lenge for euer & play.\nÞer mys nee mornyng com neuer here,\nHer were a forser for þe in faye,\nIf þou were a gentyl Iueler.\n\nBot Iueler gente if þou schal lose\nÞy ioy for a gemme þat þe watȝ lef,\nMe þynk þe put in a mad porpose,\n& busyeȝ þe aboute a raysoun bref,\nFor þat þou lesteȝ watȝ bot a rose,\nÞat flowred & fayled as kynde hyt gef;\nNow þurȝ kynde of þe kyste þat hyt con close,\nTo a perle of prys hit is put in pref;\n& þou hatȝ called þy wyrde a þef,\nÞat oȝt of noȝt hatȝ mad þe cler;\nÞou blameȝ þe bote of þy meschef,\nÞou art no kynde Iueler.”\n\nA Iuel to me þen watȝ þys geste,\n& iueleȝ wern hyr gentyl saweȝ,\n“I-wyse,” quod I, “my blysfol beste,\nMy grete dystresse þou al to-draweȝ,\nTo be excused I make requeste;\nI trawed my perle don out of daweȝ,\nNow haf I fonde hyt I schal ma feste,\n& wony with hyt in schyr wod schaweȝ,\n& loue my lorde & al his laweȝ,\nÞat hatȝ me broȝ[t] þys blys ner;\nNow were I at yow by-ȝonde þise waweȝ,\nI were a ioyfol Iueler.”\n\n“Iueler,” sayde þat gemme clene,\n“Wy borde ȝe men, so madde ȝe be?\nÞre wordeȝ hatȝ þou spoken at ene,\nVn-avysed, for soþe, wern alle þre,\nÞou ne woste in worlde quat on dotȝ mene,\nÞy worde byfore þy wytte con fle.\nÞou says þou traweȝ me in þis dene,\nBy cawse þou may with yȝen me se;\nAnoþer þou says, in þys countre\nÞy self schal won with me ryȝt here;\nÞe þrydde, to passe þys water fre,\nÞat may no ioyfol Iueler.\nI halde þat iueler lyttel to prayse.\nÞat loueȝ wel þat he seȝ wyth yȝe,\n& much to blame & vn-cortoyse,\nÞat loueȝ oure lorde wolde make a lyȝe,\nÞat lelly hyȝte your lyf to rayse,\nÞaȝ fortune dyd your flesch to dyȝe;\nȜe setten hys wordeȝ ful westernays\nÞat loueȝ no þynk bot ȝe hit syȝe,\n& þat is a poynt o sorquydryȝe,\nÞat vche god mon may euel byseme\nTo leue no tale be true to tryȝe,\nBot þat hys one skyl may dem[e].\n\nDeme now þy-self, if þou con, dayly\nAs man to god wordeȝ schulde heue.\nÞou saytȝ þou schal won in þis bayly;\nMe þynk þe burde fyrst aske leue,\n& ȝet of graunt þou myȝteȝ fayle;\nÞou wylneȝ ouer þys water to weue,\nEr moste þou ceuer to oþer counsayl,\nÞy corse in clot mot calder keue,\nFor hit watȝ for-garte, at paradys greue\nOure ȝore fader hit con mysseȝeme;\nÞurȝ drwry deth boȝ vch ma dreue,\nEr ouer þys dam hym dryȝtyn deme.”\n\n“Demeȝ þou me,” quod I, “my swete\nTo dol agayn, þenne I dowyne;\nNow haf I fonte þat I for-lete\nSchal I efte for-go hit er euer I fyne?\nWhy schal I hit boþe mysse & mete?\nMy precios perle dotȝ me gret pyne,\nWhat serueȝ tresor, bot gareȝ men grete\nWhen he hit schal efte with teneȝ tyne?\nNow rech I neuer forto declyne,\nNe how fer of folde þat man me fleme,\nWhen I am partleȝ of perleȝ myne.\nBot durande doel what may men deme?”\n\n“Thow demeȝ noȝt bot doel dystresse,”\nÞenne sayde þat wyȝt “why dotȝ þou so?\nFor dyne of doel, of lureȝ lesse,\nOfte mony mon for-gos þe mo;\nÞe oȝte better þy seluen blesse,\n& loue ay god & wele & wo,\nFor anger gayneȝ þe not a cresse.\nWho nedeȝ schal þole be not so þro;\nFor þoȝ þou daunce as any do\nBraundysch & bray þy braþeȝ breme,\nWhen þou no fyrre may, to ne fro,\nÞou moste abyde þat he schal deme.\n\nDeme dryȝtyn, euer hym adyte,\nOf þe way a fote ne wyl he wryþe,\nÞy mendeȝ mounteȝ not a myte,\nÞaȝ þou for sorȝe be neuer blyþe;\nStynst of þy strot & fyne to flyte,\n& sech hys blyþe ful swefte & swyþe,\nÞy prayer may hys pyte byte,\nÞat mercy schal hyr crafteȝ kyþe;\nHys comforte may þy langour lyþe,\n& þy lureȝ of lyȝtly leme,\nFor marre oþer madde, morne & myþe,\nAl lys in hym to dyȝt & deme.”\nThenne demed I to þat damyselle,\nNe worþe no wrath þe vnto my lorde,\nIf rapely raue spornande in spelle.\nMy herte watȝ al with mysse remorde,\nAs wallande water gotȝ out of welle;\nI do me ay in hys myserecorde.\nRebuke me neuer with wordeȝ felle,\nÞaȝ I forloyne my dere endorde,\nBot lyþeȝ me kyndely your coumforde,\nPytosly þenkande vpon þysse;\nOf care & me ȝe made acorde,\nÞat er watȝ grounde of alle my blysse;\n\nMy blysse, my bale ȝe han ben boþe,\nBot much þe bygger ȝet watȝ my mon,\nFro þou watȝ wroken fro vch a woþe.\nI wyste neuer quere my perle watȝ gon;\nNow I hit se, now leþeȝ my loþe,\n& quen we departed we wern at on,\nGod forbede we be now wroþe,\nWe meten so selden by stok oþer ston;\nÞaȝ cortaysly ȝe carp con,\nI am bot mol & marereȝ mysse,\nBot crystes mersy & mary & Ion,\nÞise arn þe grounde of alle my blysse.\n\nIn blysse I se þe blyþely blent\n& I a man al mornyf mate,\nȜe take þer-on ful lyttel tente,\nÞaȝ I hente ofte harmeȝ hate.\nBot now I am here in your presente,\nI wolde bysech wythouten debate,\nȜe wolde me say in sobre asente,\nWhat lyf ȝe lede, erly & late,\nFor I am ful fayn þat your astate\nIs worþen to worschyp & wele I wysse,\nOf alle my Ioy þe hyȝe gate\nHit is in grounde of alle my blysse.”\n\n“Now blysse burne mot þe bytyde;”\nÞen sayde þat lufsoum of lyth & lere,\n“& welcum here to walk & byde,\nFor now þy speche is to me dere;\nMaysterful mod & hyȝe pryde\nI hete þe arn heterly hated here;\nMy lorde ne loueȝ not forto chyde,\nFor meke arn alle þat woneȝ hym nere,\n& when in hys place þou schal apere,\nBe dep deuote in hol mekenesse;\nMy lorde þe lamb, loueȝ ay such chere,\nÞat is þe grounde of alle my blysse.\n\nA blysful lyf þou says I lede,\nÞou woldeȝ knaw þer-of þe stage;\nÞow wost wel when þy perle con schede,\nI watȝ ful ȝong & tender of age,\nBot my lorde þe lombe, þurȝ hys god-hede,\nHe toke my self to hys maryage,\nCorounde me quene in blysse to brede,\nIn lenghe of dayeȝ þat euer schal wage,\n& sesed in alle hys herytage\nHys lef is, I am holy hysse;\nHys prese, hys prys & hys parage,\nIs rote & grounde of alle my blysse.”\n“Blysful,” quod I, “may þys be trwe,\nDyspleseȝ not if I speke errour;\nArt þou þe quene of heueneȝ blwe,\nÞat al þys worlde schal do honour?\nWe leuen on marye þat grace of grewe,\nÞat ber a barne of vyrgyn flour,\nÞe croune fro hyr quo moȝt remwe,\nBot ho hir passed in sum fauour?\nNow for synglerty o hyr dousour,\nWe calle hyr fenyx of arraby,\nÞat freles fleȝe of hyr fasor,\nLyk to þe quen of cortaysye.”\n\n“Cortayse quen” þenne s[a]yde þat gaye,\nKnelande to grounde, folde vp hyr face,\n“Makeleȝ moder & myryest may,\nBlessed bygynner of vch a grace!”\nÞenne ros ho vp & con restay,\n& speke me towarde in þat space:\n“Sir fele here porchaseȝ & fongeȝ pray\nBot supplantoreȝ none with-inne þys place;\nÞat emperise al heuenȝ hatȝ,\n& vrþe & helle in her bayly;\nOf erytage ȝet non wyl ho chace,\nFor ho is quen of cortaysye.\n\nThe court of þe kyndom of god alyue,\nHatȝ a property in hyt self beyng;\nAlle þat may þer-inne aryue\nOf alle þe reme is quen oþer kyng,\n& neuer oþer ȝet schal depryue,\nBot vchon fayn of oþereȝ hafyng,\n& wolde her corouneȝ wern worþe þo fyue,\nIf possyble were her mendyng.\nBot my lady of quom Iesu con spryng,\nHo haldeȝ þe empyre ouer vus ful hyȝe,\n& þat dyspleseȝ non of oure gyng,\nFor ho is quene of cortaysye.\n\nOf courtaysye, as saytȝ saynt poule,\nAl arn we membreȝ of ihesu kryst,\nAs heued & arme & legg & naule,\nTemen to hys body ful trwe & t[r]yste;\nRyȝt so is vch a krysten sawle,\nA longande lym to þe mayster of myste;\nÞenne loke what hate oþer any gawle,\nIs tached oþer tyȝed þy lymmeȝ by-twyste,\nÞy heued hatȝ nauþer greme ne gryste,\nOn arme oþer fynger, þaȝ þou ber byȝe;\nSo fare we alle wyth luf & lyste,\nTo kyng & quene by cortaysye.”\n\n“Cortayse,” quod I, “I leue\n& charyte grete be yow among,\nBot my speche þat yow ne greue,\n.....\nÞy self in heuen ouer hyȝ þou heue,\nTo make þe quen þat watȝ so ȝonge,\nWhat more-hond moȝte he acheue\nÞat hade endured in worlde stronge,\n& lyued in penaunce hys lyueȝ longe,\nWith bodyly bale hym blysse to byye?\nWhat more worschyp moȝt ho fonge,\nÞen corounde be kyng by cortayse?\nThat cortayse is to fre of dede,\nȜyf hyt be soth þat þou coneȝ saye,\nÞou lyfed not two ȝer in oure þede,\nÞou cowþeȝ neuer god nauþer plese ne pray,\nNe neuer nawþer pater ne crede,\n& quen mad on þe fyrst day!\nI may not traw, so god me spede,\nÞat god wolde wryþe so wrange away;\nOf countes damysel, par ma fay,\nWer fayr in heuen to halde asstate\nAþer elleȝ a lady of lasse aray,\nBot a quene, hit is to dere a date.”\n\n“Þer is no date of hys god-nesse,”\nÞen sayde to me þat worþy wyȝte,\n“For al is trawþe þat he con dresse,\n& he may do no þynk bot ryȝt,\nAs mathew meleȝ in your messe,\nIn sothfol gospel of god al-myȝt\nIn sample he can ful grayþely gesse,\n& lykneȝ hit to heuen lyȝte.”\n“My regne, he saytȝ, is lyk on hyȝt,\nTo a lorde þat hade a uyne I wate,\nOf tyme of ȝere þe terme watȝ tyȝt,\nTo labor vyne watȝ dere þe date,\n\nÞat date of ȝere wel knawe þys hyne;\nÞe lorde ful erly vp he ros,\nTo hyre werkmen to hys vyne,\n& fyndeȝ þer summe to hys porpos,\nInto acorde þay con de-clyne,\nFor a pené on a day & forth þay gotȝ,\nWryþen & worchen & don gret pyne,\nKeruen & caggen & man hit clos;\nAboute vnder, þe lorde to marked totȝ\n& ydel men stande he fyndeȝ þer-ate,\n“Why stande ȝe ydel” he sayde to þos,\nNe knawe ȝe of þis day no date?\n\n“Er date of daye hider arn we wonne,”\nSo watȝ al samen her answar soȝt;\n“We haf standen her syn ros þe sunne,\n& no mon byddeȝ vus do, ryȝt noȝt.”\n“Gos in-to my vyne, dotȝ þat ȝe conne.”\nSo sayde þe lorde & made hit toȝt.\n“What resonabele hyre be naȝt be runne,\nI yow pray in dede & þoȝte.”\nÞay wente in to þe vyne & wroȝte,\n& al day þe lorde þus ȝede his gate,\n& nw men to hys vyne he broȝte;\nWel neȝ wyl day watȝ passed date,\n\nAt þe day of date of euen-songe,\nOn oure byfore þe sonne go doun\nHe seȝ þer ydel men ful stronge\n& sa[y]de to hem with sobre soun;\n“Wy stonde ȝe ydel þise dayeȝ longe.”\nÞay sayden her hyre watȝ nawhere boun.\n“Gotȝ to my vyne ȝemen ȝonge\n& wyrkeȝ & dotȝ þat at ȝe moun.”\nSone þe worlde by-com wel broun,\nÞe sunne watȝ doun & hit wex late;\nTo take her hyre he mad sumoun;\nÞe day watȝ al apassed date.\nThe date of þe daye þe lorde con knaw,\nCalled to þe reue “lede pay þe meyny,\nGyf hem þe hyre þat I hem owe,\n& fyrre, þat non me may repreue,\nSet hem alle vpon a rawe,\n& gyf vchon in-lyche a peny.\nBygyn at þe laste þat standeȝ lowe,\nTyl to þe fyrste þat þou atteny;”\n& þenne þe fyrst by-gonne to pleny\n& sayden þat þay hade trauayled sore,\nÞese bot an [h]oure hem con streny,\nVus þynk vus oȝe to take more.\n\nMore haf we serued vus þynk so,\nÞat suffred han þe dayeȝ hete,\nÞenn þyse þat wroȝt[e] not houreȝ two,\n& þou dotȝ hem vus to counterfete.\nÞenne sayde þe lorde to on of þo,\n“Frende no wrang I wyl þe ȝete,\nTake þat is þyn owne & go;\n& I hyred þe for a peny a grete,\nQuy bygynneȝ þou now to þrete;\nWatȝ not a pené þy couenaunt þore?\nFyrre þen couenaunde is noȝt to plete,\nWy schalte þou þenne ask more?\n\nMore weþer louyly is me my gyfte\nTo do wyth myn quat so me lykeȝ?\nOþer elleȝ þyn yȝe to lyþer is lyfte,\nFor I am goude & non by-swykeȝ.”\n“Þus schal I,” quod kryste, “hit skyfte,\nÞe laste schal be þe fyrst þat strykeȝ,\n& þe fyrst þe laste, be he neuer so swyft,\nFor mony ben calle[d] þaȝ fewe be mykeȝ.”\nÞus pore men her part ay pykeȝ,\nÞaȝ þay com late & lyttel wore,\n& þaȝ her sweng wyth lyttel at-slykeȝ,\nÞe merci of god is much þe more.\n\n“More haf I of ioye & blysse here-inne,\nOf ladyschyp gret & lyueȝ blom,\nÞen alle þe wyȝeȝ in þe worlde myȝt wynne\nBy þe way of ryȝt to aske dome.\nWheþer wel nygh[t] now I con bygynne,\nIn euentyde in-to þe vyne I come,\nFyrst of my hyre my lorde con mynne,\nI watȝ payed anon of al & sum;\nȜet oþer þer werne þat toke more tom,\nÞat swange & swat for long ȝore,\nÞat ȝet of hyre no þynk þay nom,\nParaunter noȝt schal to ȝere more.”\n\nThen more I meled & sayde apert,\n“Me þynk þy tale vnresounable,\nGoddeȝ ryȝt is redy & euer more rert,\nOþer holy wryt is bot a fable;\nIn sauter is sayd a verce ouerte\nÞat spekeȝ a poynt determynable,\n‘Þou quyteȝ vchon as hys desserte,\nÞou hyȝe kyng ay pretermynable,’\nNow he þat stod þe long day stable,\n& þou to payment com hym byfore,\nÞenne þe lasse in werke to take more able,\n& euer þe lenger þe lasse þe more.”\n“Of more & lasse in godeȝ ryche,”\nÞat gentyl sayde “lys no Ioparde,\nFor þer is vch mon payed inliche,\nWheþer lyttel oþer much be hys rewarde,\nFor þe gentyl cheuentayn is no chyche,\nQueþer-so-euer he dele nesch oþer harde,\nHe laueȝ hys gyfteȝ as water of dyche,\nOþer goteȝ of golf þat neuer charde;\nHys fraunchyse is large þat euer dard,\nTo hym þat matȝ in synne no scoghe\nNo blysse betȝ fro hem reparde,\nFor þe grace of god is gret I-noghe.\n\nBot now þou moteȝ me for to mate\nÞat I my peny haf wrang tan here,\nÞou sayȝ þat I þat com to late,\nAm not worþy so gret lere.\nWhere wysteȝ þou euer any bourne abate\nEuer so holy in hys prayere,\nÞat he ne forfeted by sumkyn gate,\nÞe mede sum-tyme of heueneȝ clere;\n& ay þe ofter, þe alder þay were,\nÞay laften ryȝt & wroȝten woghe\nMercy & grace moste hem þen stere,\nFor þe grace of god is gret in-noȝe.\n\nBot in-noghe of grace hatȝ innocent,\nAs sone as þay arn borne by lyne\nIn þe water of babtem þay dyssente,\nÞen arne þay boroȝt in-to þe vyne,\nAnon þe day with derk endente,\nÞe myȝt of deth dotȝ to en-clyne\nÞat wroȝt neuer wrang er þenne þay wente;\nÞe gentyle lorde þenne payeȝ hys hyne,\nÞay dyden hys heste, þay wern þere-ine,\nWhy schulde he not her labour alow,\nȜy[rd] & pay hem at þe fyrst fyne\nFor þe grace of god is gret in-noghe?\n\nInoȝe is knawen þat man-kyn grete,\nFyrste watȝ wroȝt to blysse parfyt;\nOure forme-fader hit con forfete,\nÞurȝ an apple þat he vpon con byte;\nAl wer we dampned for þat mete,\nTo dyȝe in doel out of delyt,\n& syþen wende to helle hete,\nÞer-inne to won with-oute respyt;\nBot þer on com a bote as-tyt.\nRyche blod ran on rode so roghe,\n& wynne [&] water, þen at þat plyt\nÞe grace of god wex gret in-noghe.\n\nInnoghe þer wax out of þat welle,\nBlod & water of brode wounde;\nÞe blod vus boȝt fro bale of helle,\n& delyuered vus of þe deth secounde;\nÞe water is baptem þe soþe to telle;\nÞat folȝed þe glayue so grymly grounde,\nÞat wascheȝ away þe gylteȝ felle,\nÞat adam wyth inne deth vus drounde.\nNow is þer noȝt in þe worlde rounde\nBytwene vus & blysse bot þat he with-droȝ\n& þat is restored in sely stounde,\n& þe grace of god is gret in-nogh.\nGrace in-nogh þe mon may haue,\nÞat synneȝ þenne new, ȝif hym repente,\nBot with sorȝ & syt he mot hit craue,\n& byde þe payne þer-to is bent,\nBot resoun of ryȝt þat con not raue,\nSaueȝ euer more þe innossent;\nHit is a dom þat neuer god gaue,\nÞat euer þe gyltleȝ schulde be schente.\nÞe gyltyf may contryssyoun hente\n& be þurȝ mercy to grace þryȝt;\nBot he to gyle þat neuer glente,\nAt in-oscente is saf & ryȝte.\n\nRyȝt þus I knaw wel in þis cas,\nTwo men to saue is god by skylle;\nÞe ryȝt-wys man schal se hys face,\nÞe harmleȝ haþel schal com hym tylle,\nÞe sauter hyt satȝ þus in a pace:\n“Lorde quo schal klymbe þy hyȝ hylleȝ\nOþer rest with-inne þy holy place?”\nHymself to on-sware he is not dylle;\n“Hondelyngeȝ harme þat dyt not ille,\nÞat is of hert boþe clene & lyȝt,\nÞer schal hys step stable stylle,”\nÞe innosent is ay saf by ryȝt.\n\nThe ryȝtwys man also sertayn\nAproche he schal þat proper pyle,\nÞat takeȝ not her lyf in vayne\nNe glauereȝ her nieȝbor wyth no gyle;\nOf þys ryȝt-wys saȝ salamon playn,\nHow kyntly oure con aquyle\nBy wayeȝ ful streȝt he con hym strayn,\n& scheued hym þe rengne of god a whyle,\nAs quo says “lo ȝon louely yle,\nÞou may hit wynne if þou be wyȝte,”\nBot hardyly with-oute peryle,\nÞe innosent is ay saue by ryȝte!\n\nAn-ende ryȝtwys men, ȝet saytȝ a gome\nDauid in sauter, if euer ȝe seȝ hit,\n“Lorde þy seruaunt draȝ neuer to dome,\nFor non lyuyunde to þe is Iustyfyet.”\nFor-þy to corte quen þou schal com,\nÞer alle oure causeȝ schal be tryed,\nAlegge þe ryȝt þou may be in-nome,\nBy þys ilke spech I haue asspyed;\nBot he on rode þat blody dyed,\nDelfully þurȝ hondeȝ þryȝt\nGyue þe to passe when þou arte tryed\nBy innocens & not by ryȝte.\n\nRyȝt-wysly quo con rede,\nHe loke on bok & be awayed\nHow Ihesuc hym welke in are þede,\n& burneȝ her barneȝ vnto hym brayde,\nFor happe & hele þat fro hym ȝede,\nTo touch her chylder þay fayr hym prayed.\nHis dessypeleȝ with blame let be hym bede,\n& wyth her resouneȝ ful fele restayed;\nIhesuc þenne hem swetely sayde,\n“Do way, let chylder vnto me tyȝt.\nTo suche is heuen-ryche arayed,”\nÞe innocent is ay saf by ryȝt.\nIhesuc con calle to hym hys mylde\n& sayde hys ryche no wyȝ myȝt wynne.\nBot he com þyder ryȝt as a chylde,\nOþer elleȝ neuer more com þer-inne,\nHarmleȝ, trwe & vnde-fylde,\nWith-outen mote oþer mascle of sulpande synne;\nQuen such þer cnoken on þe bylde,\nTyt schal hem men þe ȝate vnpynne,\nÞer is þe blys þat con not blynne,\nÞat þe Iueler soȝte þurȝ perre pres\n& solde alle hys goud boþe wolen & lynne,\nTo bye hym a perle [þat] watȝ mascelleȝ.\n\nThis makelleȝ perle þat boȝt is dere,\nÞe Ioueler gef fore alle hys god,\nIs lyke þe reme of heuenesse clere\nSo sayde þe fader of folde & flode,\nFor hit is wemleȝ, clene & clere,\n& endeleȝ rounde & blyþe of mode,\n& commune to alle þat ryȝtwys were,\nLo! euen in myddeȝ my breste hit stode;\nMy lorde þe lombe þat schede hys blode,\nHe pyȝt hit þere in token of pes;\nI rede þe forsake þe worlde wode,\n& porchace þy perle maskelles.”\n\n“O maskeleȝ perle in perleȝ pure\nÞat bereȝ,” quod I, “þe perle of prys,\nQuo formed þe þy fayre fygure?\nÞat wroȝt þy wede, he watȝ ful wys;\nÞy beaute com neuer of nature,\nPymalyon paynted neuer þy vys,\nNe arystotel nawþer by hys lettrure\nOf carpe þe kynde þese properteȝ.\nÞy colour passeȝ þe flour-de-lys,\nÞyn angel hauyng so clene corteȝ\nBreue me bryȝt, quat-kyn of priys\nBereȝ þe perle so maskelleȝ.”\n\n“My makeleȝ lambe þat al may bete,”\nQuod scho, “my dere destyné\nMe ches to hys make al-þaȝ vnmete,\nSum tyme semed þat assemblé\nWhen I wente fro yor worlde wete.\nHe calde me to hys bonerté,\n‘Cum hyder to me my lemman swete,\nFor mote ne spot is non in þe:’\nHe gef me myȝt & als bewté.\nIn hys blod he wesch my wede on dese,\n& coronde clene in vergynté,\n& pyȝt me in perleȝ maskelleȝ.”\n\n“Why maskelleȝ bryd þat bryȝt con flambe\nÞat reiateȝ hatȝ so ryche & ryf,\nQuat-kyn þyng may be þat lambe,\nÞat þe wolde wedde vnto hys vyf?\nOuer alle oþer so hyȝ þou clambe,\nTo lede with hym so ladyly lyf\nSo mony a cumly on vnder cambe,\nFor kryst han lyued in much stryf,\n& þou con alle þo dere out-dryf,\n& fro þat maryag al oþer depres,\nAl only þyself so stout & styf,\nA makeleȝ may & maskelleȝ.”\n“Maskelles,” quod þat myry quene,\n“Vnblemyst I am wyth-outen blot,\n& þat may I with mensk menteene;\nBot makeleȝ quene þenne sade I not,\nÞe lambes vyueȝ in blysse we bene,\nA hondred & forty þowsande flot\nAs in þe apocalyppeȝ hit is sene;\nSant Iohan hem syȝ al in a knot,\nOn þe hyl of syon þat semly clot.\nÞe apostel hem segh in gostly drem\nArayed to þe weddyng in þat hyl coppe,\nÞe nwe cyte u Ierusalem.\n\nOf Ierusalem I in speche spelle.\nIf þou wyl knaw what-kyn he be,\nMy lombe, my lorde, my dere Iuelle,\nMy ioy, my blys, my lemman fre,\nÞe profete ysaye of hym con melle,\nPitously of hys debonerté\nÞat gloryous gyltleȝ þat mon con quelle,\nWith-outen any sake of felonye,\nAs a schep to þe slaȝt þer lad watȝ he\n& as lombe þat clypper in lande nem,\nSo closed he hys mouth fro vch query,\nQuen Iueȝ hym iugged in Iherusalem.\n\nIn Ierusalem watȝ my lemman slayn\n& rent on rode with boyeȝ bolde;\nAl oure baleȝ to bere ful bayn,\nHe toke on hym self oure careȝ colde,\nWith boffeteȝ watȝ hys face flayn,\nÞat watȝ so fayr on to byholde;\nFor synne he set hym self in vayn,\nÞat neuer hade non hym self to wolde,\nFor vus he lette hym flyȝe & folde\n& brede vpon a bostwys bem,\nAs meke as lomb þat no playnt tolde.\nFor vus he swalt in Ierusalem:\n\nIerusalem, Iordan & galalye,\nÞer as baptysed þe goude saynt Ion,\nHis wordeȝ acorded to ysaye;\nWhen Ihesuc con to hym warde gon\nHe sayde of hym þys professye,\n“Lo godeȝ lombe as trwe as ston,\nÞat dotȝ away þe synneȝ dryȝe!”\nÞat alle þys worlde hatȝ wroȝt vpon,\nHym self ne wroȝt neuer ȝet non,\nWheþer on hym self he con al clem,\nHys generacyoun quo recen con,\nÞat dyȝed for vus in Ierusalem?\n\nIn Ierusalem þus my lemman swatte,\nTwyeȝ, for lombe watȝ taken þere,\nBy trw recorde of ayþer prophete,\nFor mode so meke & al hys fare,\nÞe þryde tyme is þer-to ful mete\nIn apokalypeȝ wryten ful ȝare.\nIn mydeȝ þe trone þere saynteȝ sete,\nÞe apostel iohan hym saytȝ as bare,\nLesande þe boke with leueȝ sware,\nÞere seuen syngnetteȝ wern sette in-seme\n& at þat syȝt vche douth con dare,\nIn helle, in erþe & Ierusalem.\nThys Ierusalem lombe hade neuer pechche\nOf oþer huee bot quyt Iolyf\nÞat mot ne masklle moȝt on streche\nFor wolle quyte so ronk & ryf,\nFor-þy vche saule þat hade neuer teche,\nIs to þat lombe a worthyly wyf;\nAnd þaȝ vch day a store he feche,\nAmong vus commeȝ non oþer strot ne stryf,\nBot vchon enle we wolde were fyf,\nÞe mo þe myryer so god me blesse.\nIn compayny gret our luf con þryf\nIn honour more & neuer þe lesse.\n\nLasse of blysse may non vus bryng\nÞat beren þys perle vpon oure bereste,\nFor þay of mote couþe neuer mynge,\nOf spotleȝ perleȝ þa[y] beren þe creste,\nAl-þaȝ oure corses in clotteȝ clynge,\n& ȝe remen for rauþe wyth-outen reste,\nWe þurȝ-outly hauen cnawyng;\nOf [o]n dethe ful oure hope is drest,\nÞe lonbe vus gladeȝ, oure care is kest;\nHe myrþeȝ vus alle at vch a mes,\nVchoneȝ blysse is breme & beste,\n& neuer oneȝ honour ȝet neuer þe les.\n\nLest les þou leue my tale farande,\nIn appocalyppece is wryten in wro\nI seghe, says Iohan, þe loumbe hym stande,\nOn þe mount of syon ful þryuen & þro,\n& wyth hym maydenneȝ an hundreþe þowsande\n& fowre & forty þowsande mo\nOn alle her forhedeȝ wryten I fande,\nÞe lombeȝ nome, hys fadereȝ also.\nA hue fro heuen I herde þoo,\nLyk flodeȝ fele laden, runnen on resse,\n& as þunder þroweȝ in torreȝ blo,\nÞat lote I leue watȝ neuer þe les.\n\nNauþeles þaȝ hit schowted scharpe,\n& ledden loude al-þaȝ hit were.\nA note ful nwe I herde hem warpe,\nTo lysten þat watȝ ful lufly dere,\nAs harporeȝ harpen in her harpe,\nÞat nwe songe þay songen ful cler.\nIn sounande noteȝ a gentyl carpe,\nFul fayre þe modeȝ þay fonge in fere\nRyȝt byfore godeȝ chayere,\n& þe fowre besteȝ þat hym obes,\n& þe alder-men so sadde of chere,\nHer songe þay songen neuer þe les;\n\nNowþe-lese non watȝ neuer so quoynt,\nFor alle þe crafteȝ þat euer þay knewe.\nÞat of þat songe myȝt synge a poynt,\nBot þat meyny þe lombe þay swe,\nFor þay arn boȝt fro þe vrþe aloynte.\nAs newe fryt to god ful due\n& to þe gentyl lombe hit arn amoynt,\nAs lyk to hym self of lote & hwe,\nFor neuer lesyng ne tale vn-trwe,\nNe towched her tonge for no dysstresse.\nÞat moteles meyny may neuer remwe,\nFro þat maskeleȝ mayster neuer þe les.”\n\n“Neuer þe les let be my þonc,”\nQuod I, “my perle þaȝ I appose,\nI schulde not tempte þy wyt so wlonc,\nTo krysteȝ chambre þat art Ichose,\nI am bot mokke & mul among,\n& þou so ryche a reken rose,\n& bydeȝ here by þys blysful bonc\nÞer lyueȝ lyste may neuer lose,\nNow hynde þat sympelnesse coneȝ enclose,\nI wolde þe aske a þynge expresse,\n& þaȝ I be bustwys as a blose\nLet my bone vayl neuer þe lese.\nNeuer þe lese cler I yow by-calle\nIf ȝe con se hyt be to done,\nAs þou art gloryous with-outen galle,\nWith-nay þou neuer my ruful bone.\nHaf ȝe no woneȝ in castel walle,\nNe maner þer ȝe may mete & won?\nÞou telleȝ me of Ierusalem þe ryche ryalle,\nÞer dauid dere watȝ dyȝt on trone,\nBot by þyse holteȝ hit con not hone\nBot in Iudee hit is þat noble note;\nAs ȝe ar maskeleȝ vnder mone,\nYour woneȝ schulde by wyth-outen mote.\n\nÞys moteleȝ meyny þou coneȝ of mele,\nOf þousandeȝ þryȝt so gret a route,\nA gret cete, for ȝe arn fele,\nYow by-hod haue with-outen doute;\nSo cumly a pakke of Ioly Iuele,\nWer euel don schulde lyȝ þer-oute;\n& by þyse bonkeȝ þer I con gele\n& I se no bygyng nawhere aboute,\nI trowe al-one ȝe lenge & loute,\nTo loke on þe glory of þys grac[i]ous gote;\nIf þou hatȝ oþer lygyngeȝ stoute,\nNow tech me to þat myry mote.\n\n“That mote þou meneȝ in Iudy londe,”\nÞat specyal spyce þen to me spakk,\n“Þat is þe cyte þat þe lombe con fonde\nTo soffer inne sor for maneȝ sake,\nÞe olde Ierusalem to vnder-stonde,\nFor þere þe olde gulte watȝ don to slake,\nBot þe nwe þat lyȝt of godeȝ sonde,\nÞe apostel in apocalyppce in theme con take.\nÞe lombe þer, with-outen spotteȝ blake,\nHatȝ feryed þyder hys fayre flote,\n& as hys flok is with-outen flake,\nSo is hys mote with-outen moote.\n\nOf motes two to carpe clene\n& Ierusalem hyȝt boþe nawþeles,\nÞat nys to yow no more to mene,\nBot cete of god oþer syȝt of pes.\nIn þat on oure pes watȝ mad at ene,\nWith payne to suffer þe lombe hit chese,\nIn þat oþer is noȝt bot pes to glene,\nÞat ay schal laste with-outen reles,\nÞat is þe borȝ þat we to pres,\nFro þat oure flesch be layd to rote;\nÞer glory & blysse schal euer encres,\nTo þe meyny þat is with-outen mote.\n“Moteleȝ may so meke & mylde,”\nÞen sayde I to þat lufly flor,\n“Bryng me to þat bygly bylde,\n& let me se þy blysful bor.”\nÞat schene sayde, þat god wyl schylde,\n“Þou may not enter with-inne hys tor,\nBot of þe lombe I haue þe aquylde\nFor a syȝt þer-of þurȝ gret fauor.\nVt-wyth to se þat clene cloystor,\nÞou may, bot inwyth not a fote,\nTo strech in þe strete þou hatȝ no vygour,\nBot þou wer clene with-outen mote.\nIf I þis mote þe schal vn-hyde,\nBow vp to-warde þys borneȝ heued,\n& I an-endeȝ þe on þis syde\nSchal sve, tyl þou to a hil be veued,\nÞen wolde [I] no lenger byde,\nBot lurked by launceȝ so lufly leued,\nTyl on a hyl þat I asspyed\n& blusched on þe burghe, as I forth dreued,\nBy-ȝonde þe brok fro me warde keued,\nÞat schyrrer þen sunne with schafteȝ schon;\nIn þe apokalypce is þe fasoun preued,\nAs deuyseȝ hit þe apostel Ihoñ.\n\nAs Iohan þe apostel hit syȝ with syȝt\nI syȝe þat cyty of gret renoun,\nIerusalem so nwe & ryally dyȝt,\nAs hit watȝ lyȝt fro þe heuen adoun.\nÞe borȝ watȝ al of brende golde bryȝt,\nAs glemande glas burnist broun,\nWith gentyl gemmeȝ an-vnder pyȝt;\nWith banteleȝ twelue on basyng boun,\nÞe foundementeȝ twelue of riche tenoun;\nVch tabelment watȝ a serlypeȝ ston,\nAs derely deuyseȝ þis ilk toun,\nIn apocalyppeȝ þe apostel Iohan.\n\nAs þise stoneȝ in writ con nemme\nI knew þe name after his tale;\nIasper hyȝt þe fyrst gemme,\nÞat I on þe fyrst basse con wale,\nHe glente grene in þe lowest hemme.\nSaffer helde þe secounde stale,\nÞe calsydoyne þenne with-outen wemme,\nIn þe þryd table con purly pale;\nÞe emerade þe furþe so grene of scale;\nÞe sardonyse þe fyfþe ston;\nÞe sexte þe rybe he con hit wale,\nIn þe apocalyppce þe apostel Iohan.\n\nȜet Ioyned Iohan þe crysolyt,\nÞe seuenþe gemme in fundament;\nÞe aȝtþe þe beryl cler & quyt\nÞe topasye twynne how þe nente endent;\nÞe crysopase þe tenþe is tyȝt;\nÞe Iacyngh þe enleuenþe gent;\nÞe twelfþe þe gentyleste in veh a plyt,\nÞe amatyst purpre with ynde blente;\nÞe wal abof þe bantels bent,\nMasporye as glas þat glysnande schon,\nI knew hit by his deuysement,\nIn þe apocalyppeȝ þe apostel Iohan.\n\nAs Iohan deuysed ȝet saȝ I þare.\nÞise twelue de-gres wern brode & stayre,\nÞe cyte stod abof ful sware,\nAs longe as brode as hyȝe ful fayre;\nÞe streteȝ of golde as glasse al bare,\nÞe wal of Iasper þat glent as glayre;\nÞe woneȝ with-inne enurned ware\nWyth alle kynneȝ perre þat moȝt repayre,\nÞenne helde vch sware of þis manayre,\nTwelue forlonge space er euer hit fon,\nOf heȝt, of brede, of lenþe to cayre,\nFor meten hit syȝ þe apostel Iohan.\nAs Iohan hym wryteȝ ȝet more I syȝe\nVch pane of þat place had þre ȝateȝ,\nSo twelue in poursent I con asspye\nÞe portaleȝ pyked of rych plateȝ\n& vch ȝate of a margyrye,\nA parfyt perle þat neuer fateȝ;\nVchon in scrypture a name con plye,\nOf israel barneȝ folewande her dateȝ,\nÞat is to say as her byrþ whateȝ;\nÞe aldest ay fyrst þer-on watȝ done.\nSuch lyȝt þer lemed in alle þe strateȝ\nHem nedde nawþer sunne ne mone.\n\nOf sunne ne mone had þay no nede\nÞe self god watȝ her lompe lyȝt,\nÞe lombe her lantyrne with-outen drede,\nÞurȝ hym blysned þe borȝ al bryȝt.\nÞurȝ woȝe & won my lokyng ȝede,\nFor sotyle cler moȝt lette no lyȝt;\nÞe hyȝe trone þer moȝt ȝe hede\nWith alle þe apparaylmente vmbe-pyȝte,\nAs Iohan þe appostel in termeȝ tyȝte;\nÞe hyȝe godeȝ self hit set vpone.\nA reuer of þe trone þer ran out-ryȝte\nWatȝ bryȝter þen boþe þe sunne & mone.\n\nSunne ne mone schon neuer so swete;\nA! þat foysoun flode out of þat flet,\nSwyþe hit swange þurȝ vch a strete,\nWith-outen fylþe oþer galle oþer glet.\nKyrk þer-inne watȝ non ȝete,\nChapel ne temple þat euer watȝ set,\nÞe al-myȝty watȝ her mynyster mete,\nÞe lombe þe saker-fyse þer to reget;\nÞe ȝates stoken watȝ neuer ȝet,\nBot euer more vpen at vche a lone;\nÞer entreȝ non to take reset,\nÞat bereȝ any spot an-vnder mone.\n\nThe mone may þer-of acroche no myȝte\nTo spotty, ho is of body to grym,\n& al-so þer ne is neuer nyȝt.\nWhat schulde þe mone þer compas clym\n& to euen wyth þat worþly lyȝt,\nÞat schyneȝ vpon þe brokeȝ brym?\nÞe planeteȝ arn in to pouer a plyȝt,\n& þe self sunne ful fer to dym.\nAboute þat water arn tres ful schym,\nÞat twelue fryteȝ of lyf con bere ful sone;\nTwelue syþeȝ on ȝer þay beren ful frym\n& re-nowleȝ nwe in vche a mone.\n\nAn-vnder mone so gret merwayle\nNo fleschly hert ne myȝt endeure,\nAs quen I blusched vpon þat baly,\nSo ferly þer-of watȝ þe falure.\nI stod as stylle as dased quayle,\nFor ferly of þat french fygure,\nÞat felde I nawþer reste ne trauayle,\nSo watȝ I rauyste wyth glymme pure;\nFor I dar say, with conciens sure,\nHade bodyly burne abiden þat bone,\nÞaȝ alle clerkeȝ hym hade in cure,\nHis lyf wer loste an-vnder mone.\nRyȝt as þe maynful mone con rys,\nEr þenne þe day-glem dryue al doun,\nSo sodanly on a wonder wyse,\nI watȝ war of a prosessyoun,\nÞis noble cite of ryche enpresse\nWatȝ sodanly ful with-outen sommoun\nOf such vergyneȝ in þe same gyse\nÞat watȝ my blysful an-vnder croun,\n& coronde wern alle of þe same fasoun\nDepaynt in perleȝ & wedeȝ qwyte,\nIn vchoneȝ breste watȝ bounden boun,\nÞe blysful perle with gret delyt.\n\nWith gret delyt þay glod in fere,\nOn golden gateȝ þat glent as glasse;\nHundreth þowsandeȝ I wot þer were,\n& alle in sute her liureȝ wasse,\nTor to knaw þe gladdest chere.\nÞe lombe byfore con proudly passe,\nWyth horneȝ seuen of red golde cler,\nAs praysed perleȝ his wedeȝ wasse;\nTowarde þe throne þay trone a tras.\nÞaȝ þay wern fele no pres in plyt,\nBot mylde as maydeneȝ seme at mas,\nSo droȝ þay forth with gret delyt.\n\nDelyt þat hys come encroched,\nTo much hit were of for to melle;\nÞise alder men quen he aproched,\nGrouelyng to his fete þay felle;\nLegyounes of aungeleȝ togeder uoched,\nÞer kesten ensens of swete smelle,\nÞen glory & gle watȝ nwe abroched.\nAl songe to loue þat gay Iuelle,\nÞe steuen moȝt stryke þurȝ þe vrþe to helle,\nÞat þe vertues of heuen of Ioye endyte,\nTo loue þe lombe his meyny in melle,\nI-wysse I laȝt a gret delyt;\n\nDelit þe lombe forto deuise,\nWith much meruayle in mynde went.\nBest watȝ he, blyþest & moste to pryse,\nÞat euer I herde of speche spent,\nSo worþly whyt wern wedeȝ hys;\nHis lokeȝ symple, hym self so gent,\nBot a wounde ful wyde & weete con wyse\nAn-ende hys hert þurȝ hyde to-rente;\nOf his quyte syde his blod out-sprent,\nA-las! þoȝt I, who did þat spyt?\nAni breste for bale aȝt haf for-brent,\nEr he þer-to hade had delyt,\n\nThe lombe delyt non lyste to wene,\nÞaȝ he were hurt & wounde hade,\nIn his sembelaunt watȝ neuer sene,\nSo wern his glenteȝ gloryous glade.\nI loked among his meyny schene,\nHow þay wyth lyf wern laste & lade,\nÞen saȝ I þer my lyttel quene,\nÞat I wende had standen by me in sclade;\nLorde! much of mirþe watȝ þat ho made,\nAmong her fereȝ þat watȝ so quyt!\nÞat syȝt me gart to þenk to wade,\nFor luf longyng in gret delyt.\nDelyt me drof in yȝe & ere,\nMy maneȝ mynde to maddyng malte;\nQuen I seȝ my frely I wolde be þere,\nByȝonde þe water, þaȝ ho were walte,\nI þoȝt þat no þyng myȝt me dere\nTo fech me bur & take me halte;\n& to start in þe strem schulde non me stere,\nTo swymme þe remnaunt, þaȝ I þer swalte,\nBot of þat munt I watȝ bi-talt;\nWhen I schulde start in þe strem astraye,\nOut of þat caste I watȝ by-calt;\nHit watȝ not at my prynceȝ paye,\n\nHit payed hym not þat I so flonc,\nOuer meruelous mereȝ so mad arayde,\nOf raas þaȝ I were rasch & ronk,\nȜet rapely þer-inne I watȝ restayed;\nFor ryȝt as I sparred vn-to þe bonc,\nÞat brathe out of my drem me brayde;\nÞen wakned I in þat erber wlonk,\nMy hede vpon þat hylle watȝ layde,\nÞer as my perle to grounde strayd;\nI raxled & fel in gret affray,\n& sykyng to my self I sayd:\n“Now al be to þat prynceȝ paye.”\n\nMe payed ful ille to be out-fleme,\nSo sodenly of þat fayre regioun,\nFro alle þo syȝteȝ so quykeȝ & queme.\nA longeyng heuy me strok in swone,\n& rewfully þenne I con to reme;\n“O perle,” quod I, “of rych renoun,\nSo watȝ hit me dere þat þou con deme,\nIn þys veray avysyoun;\nIf hit be ueray & soth sermoun,\nÞat þou so stykeȝ in garlande gay,\nSo wel is me in þys doel doungoun,\nÞat þou art to þat prynseȝ paye.”\n\nTo þat prynceȝ paye hade I ay bente,\n& ȝerned no more þen watȝ me geuen,\n& halden me þer in trwe entent,\nAs þe perle me prayed þat watȝ so þryuen,\nAs helde drawen to goddeȝ present,\nTo mo of his mysterys I hade ben dryuen.\nBot ay wolde man of happe more hente\nÞen moȝten by ryȝt vpon hem clyuen;\nÞer-fore my ioye watȝ sone to-riuen,\n& I kaste of kytheȝ þat lasteȝ aye.\nLorde! mad hit arn þat agayn þe stryuen,\nOþer proferen þe oȝt agayn þy paye;\n\nTo pay þe prince oþer sete saȝte,\nHit is ful eþe to þe god krystyin;\nFor I haf founden hym boþe day & naȝte,\nA god, a lorde, a frende ful fyin.\nOuer þis hyl þis lote I laȝte,\nFor pyty of my perle enclyin,\n& syþen to god I hit by-taȝte,\nIn krysteȝ dere blessyng & myn,\nÞat in þe forme of bred & wyn,\nÞe preste vus scheweȝ vch a daye;\nHe gef vus to be his homly hyne,\nAnde precious perleȝ vnto his pay. Amen. Amen.","themes":["nature","hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/30282/30282-h/poems.html#pearl","sourceId":"pearl-manuscript","sourceEdition":"Early English Alliterative Poems, edited by Richard Morris (1864), Project Gutenberg 30282","sourceLocator":"pearl","sourceNote":"Pearl, Cleanness and Patience in Middle English, as three complete readings. Marginal summaries, line numbers, running heads and notes excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"pearl-manuscript-cleanness","title":"Cleanness","poet":"Gawain poet (anonymous)","lang":"en","form":"Middle English poem","text":"Clannesse who-so kyndly cowþe comende,\n& rekken vp alle þe resounȝ þat ho by riȝt askeȝ,\nFayre formeȝ myȝt he fynde in forering his speche,\n& in þe contraré, kark & combraunce huge;\nFor wonder wroth is þe wyȝ þat wroȝt alle þinges,\nWyth þe freke þat in fylþe folȝes hym after,\nAs renkeȝ of relygioun þat reden & syngen,\n& aprochen to hys presens, & presteȝ arn called;\nThay teen vnto his temmple & temen to hym seluen,\nReken with reuerence þay r[ec]hen his auter,\nÞay hondel þer his aune body & vsen hit boþe.\nIf þay in clannes be clos þay cleche gret mede,\nBot if þay conterfete crafte, & cortaysye wont,\nAs be honest vtwyth, & in-with alle fylþeȝ,\nÞen ar þay synful hemself & sulped altogeder,\nBoþe god & his gere, & hym to greme cachen.\nHe is so clene in his courte, þe kyng þat al weldeȝ,\n& honeste in his hous-holde & hagherlych serued,\nWith angeleȝ enourled in alle þat is clene,\nBoþe with-inne & with-outen, in wedeȝ ful bryȝt.\nNif he nere scoymus & skyg & non scaþe louied,\nHit were a meruayl to much, hit moȝt not falle;\nKryst kydde hit hym self in a carp oneȝ,\nÞer as he heuened aȝt happeȝ & hyȝt hem her medeȝ;\nMe myneȝ on one amonge oþer, as maþew recordeȝ,\nÞat þus of clannesse vn-closeȝ a ful cler speche.\nÞe haþel clene of his hert hapeneȝ ful fayre,\nFor he schal loke on oure lorde with a bone chere,\nAs so saytȝ, to þat syȝt seche schal he neuer,\nÞat any vnclannesse hatȝ on, anwhere abowte:\nFor he þat flemus vch fylþe fer fro his hert,\nMay not byde þat burne þat hit his body neȝen;\nFor-þy hyȝ not to heuen in hatereȝ to-torne,\nNe in þe harloteȝ hod & handeȝ vnwaschen;\nFor what vrþly haþel þat hyȝ honour haldeȝ\nWolde lyke, if a ladde com lyþerly attyred,\nWhen he were sette solempnely in a sete ryche,\nAbof dukes on dece, with dayntys serued,\nÞen þe harlot with haste helded to þe table\nWith rent cokreȝ at þe kne & his clutte trasches,\n& his tabarde to-torne & his toteȝ oute;\nOþer ani on of alle þyse he schulde be halden vtter,\nWith mony blame ful bygge, a boffet, peraunter,\nHurled to þe halle dore & harde þer-oute schowued,\n& be forboden þat borȝe to bowe þider neuer,\nOn payne of enprysonment & puttyng in stokkeȝ;\n& þus schal he be schent for his schrowde feble,\nÞaȝ neuer in talle ne in tuch he trespas more.\n& if vnwelcum he were to a worþlych prynce\nȜet hym is þe hyȝe kyng harder in her euen,\nAs maþew meleȝ in his masse of þat man ryche,\nÞat made þe mukel mangerye to marie his here dere,\n& sende his sonde þen to say þat þay samne schulde,\n& in comly quoyntis to com to his feste;\n“For my boles & my boreȝ arn bayted & slayne,\n& my fedde fouleȝ fatted with sclaȝt,\nMy polyle þat is penne-fed & partrykes boþe,\nWyth scheldeȝ of wylde swyn, swaneȝ & croneȝ;\nAl is roþeled & rosted ryȝt to þe sete,\nComeȝ cof to my corte, er hit colde worþe.”\nWhen þay knewen his cal þat þider com schulde,\nAlle ex-cused hem by þe skyly he scape by moȝt:\nOn hade boȝt hym a borȝ he sayde by hys trawþe,\nNow t[ur]ne I þeder als tyd, þe toun to by-holde;\nAn oþer nayed also & nurned þis cawse:\nI haf ȝerned & ȝat ȝokkeȝ of oxen,\n& for my hyȝeȝ hem boȝt, to bowe haf I mester,\nTo see hem pulle in þe plow aproche me byhoueȝ;\n& I haf wedded a wyf, sower hym þe þryd,\nExcuse me at þe court, I may not com þere;\nÞus þay droȝ hem adreȝ with daunger vchone,\nÞat non passed to þe place þaȝ he prayed were.\nThenne þe ludych lorde lyked ful ille\n& hade dedayn of þat dede, ful dryȝly he carpeȝ:\nHe saytȝ “now for her owne sorȝe þay for-saken habbeȝ,\nMore to wyte is her wrange, þen any wylle gentyl;\nÞenne gotȝ forth my gomeȝ to þe grete streeteȝ,\n& forsetteȝ on vche a syde þe cete aboute;\nÞe wayferande frekeȝ, on fote & on hors,\nBoþe burneȝ & burdeȝ, þe better & þe wers,\nLaþeȝ hem alle luflyly to lenge at my fest,\n& bryngeȝ hem blyþly to borȝe as barouneȝ þay were,\nSo þat my palays plat-ful be pyȝt al aboute,\nÞise oþer wrecheȝ I-wysse worþy noȝt wern.”\nÞen þay cayred & com þat þe cost waked,\nBroȝten bachlereȝ hem wyth þat þay by bonkeȝ metten,\nSwyereȝ þat swyftly swyed on blonkeȝ,\n& also fele vpon fote, of fre & of bonde.\nWhen þay com to þe courte keppte wern þay fayre,\nStyȝtled with þe stewarde, stad in þe halle,\nFul manerly with marchal mad forto sitte,\nAs he watȝ dere of de-gre dressed his seete.\nÞenne seggeȝ to þe souerayn sayden þer-after,\n“Lo! lorde with your leue at your lege heste,\n& at þi banne we haf broȝt, as þou beden habbeȝ,\nMony renischche renkeȝ & ȝet is roum more.”\nSayde þe lorde to þo ledeȝ, “layteȝ ȝet ferre,\nFerre out in þe felde, & fecheȝ mo gesteȝ,\nWayteȝ gorsteȝ & greueȝ, if ani gomeȝ lyggeȝ,\nWhat-kyn folk so þer fare, fecheȝ hem hider,\nBe þay fers, be þay feble for-loteȝ none,\nBe þay hol, be þay halt, be þay onyȝed,\n& þaȝ þay ben boþe blynde & balterande cruppeleȝ,\nÞat my hous may holly by halkes by fylled;\nFor certeȝ þyse ilk renkeȝ þat me renayed habbe\n& de-nounced me, noȝt now at þis tyme,\nSchul neuer sitte in my sale my soper to fele,\nNe suppe on sope of my seve, þaȝ þay swelt schulde.”\nThenne þe sergaunteȝ, at þat sawe, swengen þer-oute,\n& diden þe dede þat [is] demed, as he deuised hade,\n& with peple of alle plyteȝ þe palays þay fyllen;\nHit weren not alle on wyueȝ suneȝ, wonen with on fader;\nWheþer þay wern worþy, oþer wers, wel wern þay stowed,\nAy þe best byfore & bryȝtest atyred,\nÞe derrest at þe hyȝe dese þat dubbed wer fayrest;\n& syþen on lenþe bilooghe ledeȝ inogh,\n& ay a segge soerly semed by her wedeȝ;\nSo with marschal at her mete mensked þay were,\nClene men in compaynye for-knowen wern lyte,\n& ȝet þe symplest in þat sale watȝ serued to þe fulle,\nBoþe with menske, & with mete & mynstrasy noble,\n& alle þe laykeȝ þat a lorde aȝt in londe schewe.\n& þay bigonne to be glad þat god drink haden,\n& vch mon with his mach made hym at ese.\nNow in-myddeȝ þe mete þe mayster hym biþoȝt,\nÞat he wolde se þe semblé þat samned was þere,\n& re-hayte rekenly þe riche & þe poueren,\n& cherisch hem alle with his cher, & chaufen her Ioye,\nÞen he boweȝ fro his bour in to þe brode halle,\n& to þe best on þe bench, & bede hym be myry,\nSolased hem with semblaunt & syled fyrre;\nTron fro table to table & talkede ay myrþe,\nBot as he ferked ouer þe flor he fande with his yȝe,\nHit watȝ not for a haly day honestly arayed,\nA þral þryȝt in þe þrong vnþryuandely cloþed,\nNe no festiual frok, bot fyled with werkkeȝ.\nÞe gome watȝ vn-garnyst with god men to dele,\n& gremed þer-with þe grete lord & greue hym he þoȝt;\n“Say me, frende,” quod þe freke with a felle chere,\n“Hov wan þou into þis won in wedeȝ so fowle?\nÞe abyt þat þou hatȝ vpon, no haly day hit menskeȝ;\nÞou burne for no brydale art busked in wedeȝ!\nHow watȝ þou hardy þis hous for þyn vnhap [to] neȝe,\nIn on so ratted a robe & rent at þe sydeȝ?\nÞow art a gome vn-goderly in þat goun febele;\nÞou praysed me & my place ful pouer & ful [g]nede,\nÞat watȝ so prest to aproche my presens here-inne;\nHopeȝ þou I be a harlot þi erigant to prayse?”\nÞat oþer burne watȝ abayst of his broþe wordeȝ,\n& hurkeleȝ doun with his hede, þe vrþe he bi-holdeȝ;\nHe watȝ so scoumfit of his scylle, lest he skaþe hent,\nÞat he ne wyst on worde what he warp schulde.\nÞen þe lorde wonder loude laled & cryed,\n& talkeȝ to his tormenttoureȝ: “takeȝ hym,” he biddeȝ,\n“Byndeȝ byhynde, at his bak, boþe two his handeȝ,\n& felle fettereȝ to his fete festeneȝ bylyue;\nStik hym stifly in stokeȝ, & stekeȝ hym þer-after\nDepe in my doungoun þer doel euer dwelleȝ,\nGreuing, & gretyng, & gryspyng harde\nOf teþe tenfully to-geder, to teche hym be quoynt.”\nThus comparisuneȝ kryst þe kyndom of heueñ,\nTo þis frelych feste þat fele arn to called,\nFor alle arn laþed luflyly, þe luþer & þe better,\nÞat euer wern fulȝed in font þat fest to haue.\nBot war þe wel, if þou wylt, þy wedeȝ ben clene,\n& honest for þe haly day, lest þou harme lache,\nFor aproch þou to þat prynce of parage noble.\nHe hates helle no more þen hem þat ar sowle.\nWich arn þenne þy wedeȝ þou wrappeȝ þe inne,\nÞat schal schewe hem so schene schrowde of þe best?\nHit arn þy werkeȝ wyterly, þat þou wroȝt haueȝ,\n& lyued with þe lykyng þat lyȝe in þyn hert,\nÞat þo be frely & fresch fonde in þy lyue,\n& fetyse of a fayr forme, to fote & to honde,\n& syþen alle þyn oþer lymeȝ lapped ful clene,\nÞenne may þou se þy sauior & his sete ryche.\nFor fele fauteȝ may a freke forfete his blysse,\nÞat he þe souerayn ne se þen, for slauþe one,\nAs for bobaunce & bost & bolnande priyde,\nÞroly in-to þe deueleȝ þrote man þryngeȝ bylyue,\nFor couetyse, & colwarde & croked dedeȝ,\nFor mon-sworne, & men-sclaȝt, & to much drynk,\nFor þefte, & for þrepyng, vn-þonk may mon haue;\nFor roborrye, & riboudrye & resouneȝ vntrwe,\n& dysheriete & depryue dowrie of wydoeȝ,\nFor marryng of maryageȝ & mayntnaunce of schreweȝ,\nFor traysoun, & trichcherye, & tyrauntyré boþe,\n& for fals famacions & fayned laweȝ;\nMan may mysse þe myrþe, þat much is to prayse,\nFor such vnþeweȝ as þise & þole much payne,\n& in þe creatores cort com neuer more,\nNe neuer see hym with syȝt for such sour tourneȝ.\nBot I haue herkned & herde of mony hyȝe clerkeȝ,\n& als in resouneȝ of ryȝt red hit my seluen,\nÞat þat ilk proper prynce þat paradys weldeȝ\nIs displesed at vch a poynt þat plyes to scaþe.\nBot neuer ȝet in no boke breued I herde\nÞat euer he wrek so wyþerly on werk þat he made,\nNe venged for no vilté of vice ne synne,\nNe so hastyfly watȝ hot for hatel of his wylle,\nNe neuer so sodenly soȝt vn-soundely to weng,\nAs for fylþe of þe flesch þat foles han vsed;\nFor as I fynde þer he forȝet alle his fre þewes,\n& wex wod to þe wrache, for wrath at his hert,\nFor þe fyrste felonye þe falce fende wroȝt.\nWhyl he watȝ hyȝe in þe heuen houen vpon lofte,\nOf alle þyse aþel aungeleȝ attled þe fayrest,\n& he vnkyndely as a karle kydde areward,\nHe seȝ noȝt bot hym self how semly he were,\nBot his souerayn he forsoke & sade þyse wordeȝ:\n“I schal telde vp my trone in þe tra mountayne\n& by lyke to þat lorde þat þe lyft made.\nWith þis worde þat he warp, þe wrake on hym lyȝt,\nDryȝtyn with his dere dom hym drof to þe abyme,\nIn þe mesure of his mode, his metȝ neuer þe lasse,\nBot þer he tynt þe tyþe dool of his tour ryche,\nÞaȝ þe feloun were so fers for his fayre wedeȝ\n& his glorious glem þat glent so bryȝt;\nAs sone as dryȝtyneȝ dome drof to hym seluen,\n[Þi]kke þowsandeȝ þro þrwen þer-oute\nFellen fro þe fyrmament, fendeȝ ful blake\nWeued at þe fyrst swap as þe snaw þikke,\nHurled in-to helle-hole as þe hyue swarmeȝ;\nFyltyr fenden folk forty dayeȝ lencþe,\nEr þat styngande storme stynt ne myȝt;\nBot as smylt mele vnder smal siue smokes for-þikke,\nSo fro heuen to helle þat hatel schor laste,\nOn vche syde of þe worlde aywhere ilyche.\nÞis hit watȝ a brem brest & a byge wrache,\n& ȝet wrathed not þe wyȝ, ne þe wrech saȝtled,\nNe neuer wolde, for wylnesful, his worþy god knawe,\nNe pray hym for no pité, so proud watȝ his wylle,\nFor-þy þaȝ þe rape were rank, þe rawþe watȝ lyttel;\nÞaȝ he be kest into kare he kepes no better.\nBot þat oþer wrake þat wex on wyȝeȝ, hit lyȝt\nÞurȝ þe faut of a freke þat fayled in trawþe.\nAdam in obedyent ordaynt to blysse,\nÞer pryuely in paradys his place watȝ de-vised,\nTo lyue þer in lykyng þe lenþe of a terme,\n& þenne en-herite þat home þat aungeleȝ for-gart,\nBot þurȝ þe eggyng of eue he ete of an apple\nÞat en-poysened alle pepleȝ þat parted fro hem boþe,\nFor a defence þat watȝ dyȝt of dryȝtyn seluen,\n& a payne þer-on put & pertly halden;\nÞe defence watȝ þe fryt þat þe freke towched,\n& þe dom is þe deþe þat drepeȝ vus alle.\nAl in mesure & meþe watȝ mad þe vengiaunce,\n& efte amended with a mayden þat make hade neuer.\nBot in þe þryd watȝ forþrast al þat þryue schuld,\nÞer watȝ malys mercyles & mawgre much scheued,\nÞat watȝ for fylþe vpon folde þat þe folk vsed,\n[Þ]at þen wonyed in þe worlde with-outen any maysterȝ;\nHit wern þe fayrest of forme & of face als,\nÞe most & þe myriest þat maked wern euer,\nÞe styfest, þe stalworþest þat stod euer on fete;\n& lengest lyf in hem lent of ledeȝ alle oþer,\nFor hit was þe forme-foster þat þe folde bred,\nÞe aþel auncetereȝ suneȝ þat adam watȝ called,\nTo wham god hade geuen alle þat gayn were,\nAlle þe blysse boute blame þat bodi myȝt haue,\n& þose lykkest to þe lede þat lyued next after,\nFor-þy so semly to see syþen wern none.\nÞer watȝ no law to hem layd bot loke to kynde,\n& kepe to hit, & alle hit cors clanly ful-fylle;\n& þenne founden þay fylþe in fleschlych dedeȝ\n& controeued agayn kynde contraré werkeȝ,\n& vsed hem vn-þryftyly vchon on oþer,\n& als with oþer, wylsfully, vpon a wrange wyse.\nSo ferly fowled her flesch þat þe fende loked,\nHow þe deȝter of þe douþe wern dere-lych fayre,\n& fallen in felaȝschyp with hem on folken wyse\n& en-gendered on hem ieaunteȝ with her Iapeȝ ille.\nÞose wern men meþeleȝ & maȝty on vrþe,\nÞat for her lodlych laykeȝ alosed þay were.\nHe watȝ famed for fre þat feȝt loued best,\n& ay þe bigest in bale þe best watȝ halden;\n& þenne eueleȝ on erþe ernestly grewen\n& multyplyed mony-folde in-mongeȝ mankynde,\nFor þat þe maȝty on molde so marre þise oþer.\nÞat þe wyȝe þat al wroȝt ful wroþly bygynneȝ.\nWhen he knew vche contre corupte in hit seluen,\n& vch freke forloyned fro þe ryȝt wayeȝ,\nFelle temptande tene towched his hert;\nAs wyȝe, wo hym with-inne werp to hym seluen:\n“Me for-þynkeȝ ful much þat euer I mon made,\nBot I schal delyuer & do away þat doten on þis molde,\n& fleme out of þe folde al þat flesch wereȝ,\nFro þe burne to þe best, fro bryddeȝ to fyscheȝ;\nAl schal doun & be ded & dryuen out of erþe,\nÞat euer I sette saule inne; & sore hit me rweȝ\nÞat euer I made hem my self; bot if I may her-after,\nI schal wayte to be war her wrencheȝ to kepe.”\nÞenne in worlde watȝ a wyȝe wonyande on lyue,\nFul redy & ful ryȝtwys, & rewled hym fayre;\nIn þe drede of dryȝtyn his dayeȝ he vseȝ,\n& ay glydande wyth his god his grace watȝ þe more.\nHym watȝ þe nome Noe, as is innoghe knawen,\nHe had þre þryuen suneȝ & þay þre wyueȝ;\nSem soþly þat on, þat oþer hyȝt cam\n& þe Iolef Iapheth watȝ gendered þe þryd.\nNow god in nwy to Noe con speke,\nWylde wrakful wordeȝ in his wylle greued:\n“Þe ende of alle-kyneȝ flesch þat on vrþe meueȝ,\nIs fallen forþ wyth my face & forþer hit I þenk,\nWith her vn-worþelych werk me wlateȝ with-inne,\nÞe gore þer-of me hatȝ greued & þe glette nwyed;\nI schal strenkle my distresse & strye al to-geder,\nBoþe ledeȝ & londe & alle þat lyf habbeȝ.\nBot make to þe a mancioun & þat is my wylle,\nA cofer closed of tres, clanlych planed;\nWyrk woneȝ þerinne for wylde & for tame,\n& þenne cleme hit with clay comly with-inne\n& alle þe endentur dryuen daube with-outen.\n& þus of lenþe & of large þat lome þou make,\nÞre hundred of cupydeȝ þou holde to þe lenþe,\nOf fyfty fayre ouer-þwert forme þe brede;\n& loke euen þat þyn ark haue of heȝþe þretté,\n& a wyndow wyd vpon, wroȝt vpon lofte,\nIn þe compas of a cubit kyndely sware,\nA wel dutande dor, don on þe syde;\nHaf halleȝ þer-inne & halkeȝ ful mony,\nBoþe boskeȝ & boureȝ & wel bounden peneȝ;\nFor I schal waken vp a water to wasch alle þe worlde,\n& quelle alle þat is quik with quauende flodeȝ.\nAlle þat glydeȝ & gotȝ, & gost of lyf habbeȝ,\nI schal wast with my wrath þat wons vpon vrþe;\nBot my forwarde with þe I festen on þis wyse,\nFor þou in reysoun hatȝ rengned & ryȝtwys ben euer;\nÞou schal enter þis ark with þyn aþel barneȝ\n& þy wedded wyf; with þe þou take\nÞe makeȝ of þy myry suneȝ; þis meyny of aȝte\nI schal saue of monneȝ sauleȝ, & swelt þose oþer.\nOf vche best þat bereȝ lyf busk þe a cupple,\nOf vche clene comly kynde enclose seuen makeȝ,\nOf vche horwed, in ark halde bot a payre,\nFor to saue me þe sede of alle ser kyndeȝ;\n& ay þou meng with þe maleȝ þe mete ho-besteȝ,\nVche payre by payre to plese ayþer oþer;\nWith alle þe fode þat may be founde frette þy cofer,\nFor sustnaunce to yow self & also þose oþer.”\nFul grayþely gotȝ þis god man & dos godeȝ hestes,\nIn dryȝ dred & daunger, þat durst do non oþer.\nWen hit watȝ fettled & forged & to þe fulle grayþed,\nÞenn con dryȝttyn hym dele dryȝly þyse wordeȝ:\n“Now Noe,” quod oure lorde, “art þou al redy?\nHatȝ þou closed þy kyst with clay alle aboute?”\n“Ȝe lorde with þy leue,” sayde þe lede þenne,\n“Al is wroȝt at þi worde, as þou me wyt lanteȝ.”\n“Enter in þenn,” quod he, “& haf þi wyf with þe,\nÞy þre suneȝ with-outen þrep & her þre wyueȝ;\nBesteȝ, as I bedene haue, bosk þer-inne als,\n& when ȝe arn staued, styfly stekeȝ yow þerinne;\nFro seuen dayeȝ ben seyed I sende out by-lyue,\nSuch a rowtande ryge þat rayne schal swyþe,\nÞat schal wasch alle þe worlde of werkeȝ of fylþe;\nSchal no flesch vpon folde by fonden onlyue;\nOut-taken yow aȝt in þis ark staued,\n& sed þat I wyl saue of þyse ser besteȝ.”\nNow Noe neuer stysteȝ (þat niyȝ[t] he bygynneȝ),\nEr al wer stawed & stoken, as þe steuen wolde.\nThenne sone com þe seuenþe day, when samned wern alle,\n& alle woned in þe whichche þe wylde & þe tame.\nÞen bolned þe abyme & bonkeȝ con ryse,\nWaltes out vch walle-heued, in ful wode stremeȝ,\nWatȝ no brymme þat abod vnbrosten bylyue,\nÞe mukel lauande loghe to þe lyfte rered.\nMony clustered clowde clef alle in clowteȝ,\nTo-rent vch a rayn-ryfte & rusched to þe vrþe;\nFon neuer in forty dayeȝ, & þen þe flod ryses,\nOuer-walteȝ vche a wod & þe wyde feldeȝ;\nFor when þe water of þe welkyn with þe worlde mette,\nAlle þat deth moȝt dryȝe drowned þer-inne;\nÞer watȝ moon forto make when meschef was cnowen,\nÞat noȝt dowed bot þe deth in þe depe stremeȝ.\nWater wylger ay wax, woneȝ þat stryede,\nHurled in-to vch hous, hent þat þer dowelled.\nFyrst feng to þe flyȝt alle þat fle myȝt,\nVuche burde with her barne þe byggyng þay leueȝ,\n& bowed to þe hyȝ bonk þer brentest hit wern,\n& heterly to þe hyȝe hylleȝ þay [h]aled on faste;\nBot al watȝ nedleȝ her note, for neuer cowþe stynt\nÞe roȝe raynande ryg [&] þe raykande waweȝ,\nEr vch boþom watȝ brurd-ful to þe bonkeȝ eggeȝ,\n& vche a dale so depe þat demmed at þe brynkeȝ.\nÞe moste mountayneȝ on mor þenne watȝ no more dryȝe,\n& þer-on flokked þe folke, for ferde of þe wrake,\nSyþen þe wylde of þe wode on þe water flette;\nSumme swymmed þer-on þat saue hemself trawed,\nSumme styȝe to a stud & stared to þe heuen,\nRwly wyth a loud rurd rored for drede.\nHareȝ, hertteȝ also, to þe hyȝe runnen,\nBukkeȝ, bauseneȝ & buleȝ to þe bonkkeȝ hyȝed,\n& alle cryed for care to þe kyng of heuen,\nRe-couerer of þe creator, þay cryed vchone,\nÞat amounted þe masse, þe mase his mercy watȝ passed,\n& alle his pyte departed fro peple þat he hated.\nBi þat þe flod to her fete floȝed & waxed,\nÞen vche a segge seȝ wel þat synk hym byhoued;\nFrendeȝ fellen in fere & faþmed togeder\nTo dryȝ her delful deystyné & dyȝen alle samen;\nLuf lokeȝ to luf & his leue takeȝ,\nFor to ende alle at oneȝ & for euer twynne.\nBy forty dayeȝ wern faren, on folde no flesch styryed,\nÞat þe flod nade al freten with feȝtande waȝeȝ,\nFor hit clam vche a clyffe cubites fyftene,\nOuer þe hyȝest hylle þat hurkled on erþe.\nÞenne mourkne in þe mudde most ful nede\nAlle þat spyrakle in-spranc, no sprawlyng awayled,\nSaue þe haþel vnder hach & his here straunge,\nNoe þat ofte neuened þe name of oure lorde,\nHym aȝt-sum in þat ark as aþel god lyked,\nÞer alle ledeȝ in lome lenged druye,\nÞe arc houen watȝ on hyȝe with hurlande goteȝ,\nKest to kytheȝ vncouþe þe clowdeȝ ful nere.\nHit waltered on þe wylde flod, went as hit lyste,\nDrof vpon þe depe dam, in daunger hit semed,\nWith-outen mast, oþer myke, oþer myry bawelyne,\nKable, oþer capstan to clyppe to her ankreȝ,\nHurrok, oþer hande-helme hasped on roþer,\nOþer any sweande sayl to seche after hauen,\nBot flote forthe with þe flyt of þe felle wyndeȝ;\nWheder-warde so þe water wafte, hit rebounde.\nOfte hit roled on-rounde & rered on ende,\nNyf oure lorde hade ben her lodeȝ-mon hem had lumpen harde.\nOf þe lenþe of noe lyf to lay a lel date,\nÞe sex hundreth of his age & none odde ȝereȝ,\nOf seconde monyth, þe seuenþe day ryȝteȝ,\nTo-walten alle þyse welle-hedeȝ & þe water flowed,\n& þryeȝ fyfty þe flod of folwande dayeȝ,\nVche hille watȝ þer hidde with yreȝ ful graye;\nAl watȝ wasted þat þer wonyed þe worlde with-inne,\nÞer euer flote, oþer flwe, oþer on fote ȝede,\nThat roȝly watȝ þe remnaunt þat þe rac dryueȝ,\nÞat alle gendreȝ so ioyst wern ioyned wyth-inne.\nBot quen þe lorde of þe lyfte lyked hymseluen\nFor to mynne on his mon his meth þat abydeȝ,\nÞen he wakened a wynde on wattereȝ to blowe;\nÞenne lasned þe llak þat large watȝ are,\nÞen he stac vp þe stangeȝ, stoped þo welleȝ,\nBed blynne of þe rayn, hit batede as fast,\nÞenne lasned þe loȝ lowkande to-geder.\nAfter harde dayeȝ wern out an hundreth & fyfté,\nAs þat lyftande lome luged aboute,\nWhere þe wynde & þe weder warpen hit wolde,\nHit saȝtled on a softe day synkande to grounde.\nOn a rasse of a rok, hit rest at þe laste,\nOn þe mounte of mararach of armene hilles,\nÞat oþer-wayeȝ on ebrv hit hat þe thanes.\nBot þaȝ þe kyste in þe crageȝ wern closed to byde,\nȜet fyned not þe flod ne fel to þe boþemeȝ,\nBot þe hyȝest of þe eggeȝ vnhuled wern a lyttel,\nÞat þe burne bynne borde byhelde þe bare erþe;\nÞenne wafte he vpon his wyndowe, & wysed þer-oute\nA message fro þat meyny hem moldeȝ to seche,\nÞat watȝ þe rauen so ronk þat rebel watȝ euer;\nHe watȝ colored as þe cole, corbyal vn-trwe.\n& he fongeȝ to þe flyȝt, & fanneȝ on þe wyndeȝ,\nHoueȝ hyȝe upon hyȝt to herken tyþynges.\nHe croukeȝ for comfort when carayne he fyndeȝ;\nKast vp on a clyffe þer costese lay drye,\nHe hade þe smelle of þe smach & smoltes þeder sone,\nFalleȝ on þe foule flesch & fylleȝ his wombe,\n& sone ȝederly for-ȝete ȝister-day steuen,\nHow þe cheuetayn hym charged þat þe kyst ȝemed.\nÞe rauen raykeȝ hym forth þat reches ful lyttel\nHow alle fodeȝ þer fare, elleȝ he fynde mete;\nBot þe burne bynne borde þat bod to hys come,\nBanned hym ful bytterly with bestes alle samen,\nHe secheȝ an oþer sondeȝmon & setteȝ on þe doune;\nBryngeȝ þat bryȝt vpon borde blessed & sayde,\n“Wende worþelych wyȝt vus woneȝ to seche,\nDryf ouer þis dymme water; if þou druye fyndeȝ\nBryng bodworde to bot blysse to vus alle;\nÞaȝ þat fowle be false, fre be þou euer.”\nHo wyrle out on þe weder on wyngeȝ ful scharpe,\nDreȝly alle a longe day þat dorst neuer lyȝt;\n& when ho fyndeȝ no folde her fote on to pyche,\nHo vmbe-kesteȝ þe coste & þe kyst secheȝ,\nHo hitteȝ on þe euentyde & on þe ark sitteȝ;\nNoe nymmes hir anon & naytly hir staueȝ.\nNoe on anoþer day nymmeȝ efte þe dovene,\n& byddeȝ hir bowe ouer þe borne efte bonkeȝ to seche;\n& ho skyrmeȝ vnder skwe & skowteȝ aboute,\nTyl hit watȝ nyȝe at þe naȝt & noe þen secheȝ.\nOn ark on an euentyde houeȝ þe downe,\nOn stamyn ho stod & stylle hym abydeȝ;\nWhat! ho broȝt in hir beke a bronch of olyue,\nGracyously vmbe-grouen al with grene leueȝ;\nÞat watȝ þe syngne of sauyté þat sende hem oure lorde,\n& þe saȝtlyng of hym-self with þo sely besteȝ.\nÞen watȝ þer ioy in pat gyn where Iumpred er dryȝed,\n& much comfort in þat cofer þat watȝ clay-daubed.\nMyryly on a fayr morn, monyth þe fyrst,\nÞat falleȝ formast in þe ȝer, & þe fyrst day,\nLedeȝ loȝen in þat lome & loked þer-oute,\nHow þat wattereȝ wern woned & þe worlde dryed.\nVchon loued oure lorde, bot lenged ay stylle,\nTyl þay had tyþyng fro þe tolke þat tyned hem þer-inne;\nÞen godeȝ glam to hem glod þat gladed hem alle,\nBede hem drawe to þe dor, delyuer hem he wolde;\nÞen went þay to þe wykket, hit walt vpon sone,\nBoþe þe burne & his barneȝ bowed þer-oute;\nHer wyueȝ walkeȝ hem wyth & þe wylde after,\nÞroly þrublande in þronge, þrowen ful þykke;\nBot Noe of vche honest kynde nem out an odde\n& heuened vp an auter & halȝed hit fayre,\n& sette a sakerfyse þer-on of vch a ser kynde,\nÞat watȝ comly & clene, god kepeȝ non oþer.\nWhen bremly brened þose besteȝ, & þe breþe rysed,\nÞe sauour of his sacrafyse soȝt to hym euen\nÞat al spedeȝ & spylleȝ; he spekes with þat ilke\nIn comly comfort ful clos & cortays wordeȝ:\n“Now noe no more nel I neuer wary,\nAlle þe mukel mayny [on] molde for no manneȝ synneȝ,\nFor I se wel þat hit is sothe, þat alle manneȝ wytteȝ\nTo vn-þryfte arn alle þrawen with þoȝt of her hertteȝ,\n& ay hatȝ ben & wyl be ȝet fro her barnage;\nAl is þe mynde of þe man to malyce enclyned,\nFor-þy schal I neuer schende so schortly at ones,\nAs dysstrye al for maneȝ synne [in] dayeȝ of þis erþe.\nBot waxeȝ now & wendeȝ forth & worþeȝ to monye,\nMultyplyeȝ on þis molde & menske yow by-tyde.\nSesouneȝ schal yow neuer sese of sede ne of heruest,\nNe hete, ne no harde forst, vmbre ne droȝþe,\nNe þe swetnesse of somer, ne þe sadde wynter,\nNe þe nyȝt, ne þe day, ne þe newe ȝereȝ,\nBot euer renne restleȝ rengneȝ ȝe þer-inne.”\nÞerwyth he blesseȝ vch a best, & bytaȝt hem þis erþe.\nÞen watȝ a skylly skyualde, quen scaped alle þe wylde;\nVche fowle to þe flyȝt þat fyþereȝ myȝt serue,\nVche fysch to þe flod þat fynne couþe nayte,\nVche beste to þe bent þat bytes on erbeȝ;\nWylde wormeȝ to her won wryþeȝ in þe erþe,\nÞe fox & þe folmarde to þe fryth wyndeȝ,\nHerttes to hyȝe heþe, hareȝ to gorsteȝ,\n& lyouneȝ & lebardeȝ to þe lake ryftes,\nHerneȝ & hauekeȝ to þe hyȝe rocheȝ;\nÞe hole-foted fowle to þe flod hyȝeȝ,\n& vche best at a brayde þer hym best lykeȝ;\nÞe fowre frekeȝ of þe folde fongeȝ þe empyre.\nLo! suche a wrakful wo for wlatsum dedeȝ\nParformed þe hyȝe fader on folke þat he made;\nÞat he chysly hade cherisched he chastysed ful hardee,\nIn de-voydynge þe vylanye þat venkquyst his þeweȝ.\nFor-þy war þe now, wyȝe, þat worschyp desyres,\nIn his comlych courte þat kyng is of blysse,\nIn þe fylþe of þe flesch þat þou be founden neuer,\nTyl any water in þe worlde to wasche þe fayly,\nFor is no segge vnder sunne so seme of his crafteȝ,\nIf he be sulped in synne, þat [ne] sytteȝ vnclene.\nOn spec of a spote may spede to mysse\nOf þe syȝte of þe souerayn þat sytteȝ so hyȝe,\nFor þat schewe me schale in þo schyre howseȝ,\nAs þe beryl bornyst byhoueȝ be clene,\nÞat is sounde on vche a syde & no sem habes,\nWith-outen maskle oþer mote as margerye perle.\nSyþen þe souerayn in sete so sore for-þoȝt\nÞat euer he man vpon molde merked to lyuy,\nFor he in fylþe watȝ fallen, felly he uenged,\nQuen fourferde alle þe flesch þat he formed hade,\nHym rwed þat he hem vp-rerde & raȝt hem lyflode,\n& efte þat he hem vndyd, hard hit hym þoȝt;\nFor quen þe swemande sorȝe soȝt to his hert,\nHe knyt a couenaunde cortaysly with monkynde þere,\nIn þe mesure of his mode & meþe of his wylle,\nÞat he schulde neuer for no syt smyte al at oneȝ,\nAs to quelle alle quykeȝ for qued þat myȝt falle,\nWhyl of þe lenþe of þe londe lasteȝ þe terme.\nÞat ilke skyl for no scaþe ascaped hym neuer,\nWheder wonderly he wrak on wykked men after;\nFul felly for þat ilk faute forferde a kyth ryche,\nIn þe anger of his ire þat arȝed mony;\n& al watȝ for þis ilk euel, þat vn-happen glette,\nÞe venym & þe vylanye & þe vycios fylþe,\nÞat by-sulpeȝ manneȝ saule in vnsounde hert,\nÞat he his saueour ne see with syȝt of his yȝen,\nÞat alle illeȝ he hates as helle þat stynkkeȝ;\nBot non nuyeȝ hym, on naȝt ne neuer vpon dayeȝ,\nAs harlottrye vn-honest, heþyng of seluen;\nÞat schameȝ for no schrewedschyp schent mot he worþe!\nBot sauyour mon in þy self, þaȝ þou a sotte lyuie,\nÞaȝ þou bere þy self babel, by-þenk þe sum-tyme,\nWheþer he þat stykked vche a stare in vche steppe yȝe,\nȜif hym self be bore blynde hit is a brod wonder;\n& he þat fetly in face fettled alle eres\nIf he hatȝ losed þe lysten hit lyfteȝ meruayle;\nTrave þou neuer þat tale, vn-trwe þou hit fyndeȝ,\nÞer is no dede so derne þat ditteȝ his yȝen;\nÞer is no wyȝe in his werk so war ne so stylle\nÞat hit ne þraweȝ to hym þre er he hit þoȝt haue;\nFor he is þe gropande god, þe grounde of alle dedeȝ,\nRypande of vche a ring þe reynyeȝ & hert;\n& þere he fyndeȝ al fayre a freke wyth-inne\nÞat hert honest & hol, þat haþel he honoureȝ,\nSendeȝ hym a sad syȝt to se his auen face,\n& harde honyseȝ þise oþer & of his erde flemeȝ.\nBot of þe dome of þe douþe for dedeȝ of schame\nHe is so skoymos of þat skaþe, he scarreȝ bylyue,\nHe may not dryȝe to draw allyt, bot drepeȝ in hast\n& þat watȝ schewed schortly by a scaþe oneȝ.\nOlde Abraham in erde oneȝ he sytteȝ\nEuen byfore his hous-dore vnder an oke grene;\nBryȝt blykked þe bem of þe brode heuen,\nIn þe hyȝe hete þer-of Abraham bideȝ,\nHe watȝ schunt to þe schadow vnder schyre leueȝ;\nÞenne watȝ he war on þe waye of wlonk wyȝeȝ þrynne.\nIf þay wer farande & fre & fayre to beholde,\nHit is eþe to leue by þe last ende;\nFor þe lede þat þer laye þe leueȝ an-vnder,\nWhen he hade of hem syȝt he hyȝeȝ bylyue,\n& as to god þe good mon gos hem agayneȝ\n& haylsed hem in onhede & sayde, “hende lorde\nȜif euer þy mon vpon molde merit disserued,\nLenge a lyttel with þy lede I loȝly bi-seche;\nPasse neuer fro þi pouere, ȝif I hit pray durst,\nEr þou haf biden with þi burne & vnder boȝe restted;\n& I schal wynne yow wyȝt of water a lyttel,\n& fast aboute schal I fare your fette wer waschene;\nRestteȝ here on þis rote & I schal rachche after\n& brynge a morsel of bred to banne your hertte.”\n“Fare forthe,” quod þe frekeȝ, “& fech as þou seggeȝ;\nBy bole of þis brode tre we byde þe here.”\nÞenne orppedly in-to his hous he hyȝed to Saré\nComaunded hir to be cof & quyk at þis oneȝ;\n“Þre metteȝ of mele menge & ma kakeȝ,\nVnder askeȝ ful hote happe hem byliue;\nQuyl I fete sumquat fat þou þe fyr bete,\nPrestly at þis ilke poynte sum polment to make.”\nHe cached to his cobhous & a calf bryngeȝ\nÞat watȝ tender & not toȝe; bed tyrne of þe hyde,\n& sayde to his seruaunt þat he hit seþe faste\n& he deruely at his dome dyȝt hit bylyue.\nÞe burne to be bare-heued buskeȝ hym þenne,\nClecheȝ to a clene cloþe & kesteȝ on þe grene,\nÞrwe þryftyly þer-on þo þre þerue kakeȝ,\n& bryngeȝ butter wyth-al, & by þe bred setteȝ\nMete; messeȝ of mylke he merkkeȝ bytwene,\nSyþen potage & polment in plater honest;\nAs sewer in a god assyse he serued hem fayre,\nWyth sadde semblaunt & swete of such as he hade,\n& god as a glad gest mad god chere,\nÞat watȝ fayn of his frende & his fest praysed.\nAbraham, al hodleȝ with armeȝ vp-folden,\nMynystred mete byfore þo men þat myȝtes al weldeȝ;\nÞenne þay sayden, as þay sete samen alle þrynne,\nWhen þe mete watȝ remued & þay of mensk speken,\n“I schal efte here away abram,” þay sayden,\n“Ȝet er þy lyueȝ lyȝt leþe vpon erþe,\n& þenne schal saré consayue & a sun bere,\nÞat schal be abrahameȝ ayre, & after hym wynne\nWith wele & wyth worschyp þe worþely peple\nÞat schal halde in heritage, þat I haf men ȝark.”\nÞenne þe burde byhynde þe dor for busmar laȝed;\n& sayde sothly to hir-self saré þe madde:\n“May þou traw for tykle þat þou tonne moȝteȝ,\n& I so hyȝe out of age & also my lorde,”\nFor soþely, as says þe wryt, he wern of sadde elde,\nBoþe þe wyȝe & his wyf, such werk watȝ hem fayled,\nFro mony a brod day by-fore ho barayn ay byene,\nÞat selue saré with-outen sede in-to þat same tyme.\nÞenne sayde oure syre þer he sete “se! so saré laȝes,\nNot trawande þe tale þat I þe to schewed;\nHopeȝ ho oȝt may be harde my hondeȝ to work?\n& ȝet I a-vow verayly þe avaunt þat I made,\nI schal ȝeply aȝayn & ȝelde þat I hyȝt,\n& sothely sende to saré a soñ & an hayre.”\nÞenne swenged forth saré & swer by hir trawþe,\nÞat for lot þat þay lansed ho laȝed neuer.\n“Now innoghe hit is not so” þenne nurned þe dryȝtyn,\n“For þou laȝed aloȝ, bot let we hit one.”\nWith þat þay ros vp radly as þay rayke schulde,\n& setten toward sodamas her syȝt alle at-oneȝ;\nFor þat Cite þer bysyde watȝ sette in a vale,\nNo myleȝ fro mambre mo þen tweyne,\nWhere-so wonyed þis ilke wyȝ þat wendeȝ with oure lorde,\nFor to tent hym with tale & teche hym þe gate,\nÞen glydeȝ forth god, þe godmon hym folȝeȝ.\nAbraham heldeȝ hem wyth, hem to conueye,\nIn towarde þe Cety of sodamas þat synned had þenne\nIn þe faute of þis fylþe; þe fader hem þretes,\n& sayde þus to þe segg þat sued hym after:\n“How myȝt I hyde myn hert fro habraham þe trwe,\nÞat I ne dyscouered to his corse my counsayl so dere.\nSyþen he is chosen to be chef chyldryn fader,\nÞat so folk schal falle fro, to flete alle þe worlde,\n& vche blod in þat burne blessed schal worþe.\nMe bos telle to þat tolk þe tene of my wylle\n& alle myn atlyng to abraham vn-haspe bilyue.\n“The grete soun of sodamas synkkeȝ in myn ereȝ,\n& þe gult of gomorre gareȝ me to wrath;\nI schal lyȝt in-to þat led & loke my seluen,\nIf þay haf don as þe dyne dryueȝ on-lofte,\nÞay han lerned a lyst þat lykeȝ me ille,\nÞat þay han founden in her flesch of fauteȝ þe werst,\nVch male matȝ his mach a man as hym seluen,\n& fylter folyly in fere, on femmaleȝ wyse.\nI compast hem a kynde crafte & kende hit hem derne,\n& amed hit in myn ordenaunce oddely dere,\n& dyȝt drwry þer-inne, doole alþer-swettest,\n& þe play of paramoreȝ I portrayed my seluen;\n& made þer-to a maner myriest of oþer,\nWhen two true togeder had tyȝed hem seluen,\nBy-twene a male & his make such merþe schulde conne;\nWel nyȝe pure paradys moȝt preue no better,\nElleȝ þay moȝt honestly ayþer oþer welde.\nAt a stylle stollen steuen, vnstered wyth syȝt,\nLuf lowe hem bytwene lasched so hote,\nÞat alle þe meschefeȝ on mold moȝt hit not sleke;\nNow haf þay skyfted my skyl & scorned natwre,\n& hentteȝ hem in heþyng an vsage vn-clene;\nHem to smyte for þat smod smartly I þenk\nÞat wyȝeȝ schal be by hem war, worlde with-outen ende.”\nÞenne arȝed abraham & alle his mod chaunge[d],\nFor hope of þe harde hate þat hyȝt hatȝ oure lorde;\nAl sykande he sayde “sir with yor leue,\nSchal synful & sakleȝ suffer al on payne;\nWeþer euer hit lyke my lorde to lyfte such domeȝ,\nÞat þe wykked & þe worþy schal on wrake suffer,\n& weye vpon þe worre half þat wrathed þe neuer?\nÞat watȝ neuer þy won þat wroȝteȝ vus alle.\nNow fyfty fyn frendeȝ wer founde in ȝonde toune\nIn þe Cety of Sodamas & also gomorré\nÞat neuer lakked þy laue, bot loued ay trauþe,\n& reȝt-ful wern & resounable & redy þe to serue,\nSchal þay falle in þe faute þat oþer frekeȝ wroȝt\n& ioyne to her iuggement her iuise to haue?\nÞat nas neuer þyn note, vnneuened hit worþe,\nÞat art so gaynly a god & of goste mylde!”\n“Nay for fyfty,” quod þe fader, “& þy fayre speche,\n& þay be founden in þat folk of her fylþe clene,\nI schal for-gyue alle þe gylt þurȝ my grace one,\n& let hem smolt al unsmyten smoþely atoneȝ.”\n“AA! blessed be þow,” quod þe burne, “so boner & þewed,\n& al haldeȝ in þy honde, þe heuen & þe erþe,\nBot for I haf þis talke tatȝ to non ille,\nȜif I mele a lyttel more þat mul am & askeȝ;\nWhat if fyue faylen of fyfty þe noumbre,\n& þe remnaunt be reken, how restes þy wylle?”\n“And fyue wont of fyfty,” quod god, “I schal forȝete alle\n& wyth-halde my honde for hortyng on lede.”\n“& quat if faurty be fre & fauty þyse oþer\nSchalt þow schortly al schende & schape non oþer.”\n“Nay þaȝ faurty forfete ȝet fryst I a whyle,\n& voyde away my vengaunce, þaȝ me vyl þynk.”\nÞen abraham obeched hym & loȝly him þonkkeȝ,\n“Now sayned be þou sauiour, so symple in þy wrath!\nI am bot erþe ful euel & vsle so blake,\nForto mele wyth such a mayster as myȝteȝ hatȝ alle,\nBot I haue by-gonnen wyth my god, & he hit gayn þynkeȝ,\nȜif I for-loyne as a fol þy fraunchyse may serue;\nWhat if þretty þryuande be þrad in ȝon touneȝ,\nWhat schal I leue if my lorde, if he hem leþe wolde?”\nÞenne þe godlych god gef hym onsware,\n“Ȝet for þretty in þrong I schal my þro steke,\n& spare spakly of spyt in space of my þeweȝ,\n& my rankor refrayne four þy reken wordeȝ.”\n“What for twenty,” quod þe tolke, “vntwyneȝ þou hem þenne?”\n“Nay, ȝif þou ȝerneȝ hit, ȝet ȝark I hem grace;\nIf þat twenty be trwe I tene hem no more,\nBot relece alle þat regioun of her ronk werkkeȝ.”\n“Now aþel lorde,” quod Abraham, “oneȝ a speche\n& I schal schape no more þo schalkkeȝ to helpe;\nIf ten trysty in toune be tan in þi werkkeȝ\nWylt þou mese þy mode & menddyng abyde?”\n“I graunt,” quod þe grete god, “graunt mercy,” þat oþer.\n& þenne arest þe renk & raȝt no fyrre;\n& godde glydeȝ his gate by þose grene wayeȝ\n& he conueyen hym con with cast of his yȝe,\n& als he loked along þere as oure lorde passed,\nȜet he cryed hym after with careful steuen:\n“Meke mayster on þy mon to mynne if þe lyked,\nLoth lengeȝ in ȝon leede þat is my lef broþer,\nHe sytteȝ þer in sodomis, þy seruaunt so pouere\nAmong þo mansed men þat han þe much greued;\nȜif þou tyneȝ þat toun, tempre þyn yre\nAs þy mersy may malte þy meke to spare.”\nÞen he wendeȝ, wendeȝ his way wepande for care\nTo-warde þe mere of mambre wepande for so[rȝe,]\n& þere in longyng al nyȝt he lengeȝ in wones,\nWhyl þe souerayn to sodamas sende to spye.\nHis sondes in-to sodamas watȝ sende in þat tyme,\nIn þat ilk euentyde, by aungels tweyne,\nMeuand meuande mekely togeder as myry men ȝonge,\nAs loot in a loge dor lened hym alone,\nIn a porche of þat place pyȝt to þe ȝates,\nÞat watȝ ryal & ryche, so watȝ þe renkes seluen.\nAs he stared in-to þe strete þer stout men played\nHe syȝe þer swey in asent swete men tweyne;\nBolde burneȝ wer þay boþe with berdles chynneȝ,\nRoyl rollande fax to raw sylk lyke,\nOf ble as þe brere flour where-so þe bare scheweed,\nFul clene watȝ þe countenaunce of her cler yȝen;\nWlonk whit watȝ her wede & wel hit hem semed.\nOf alle fetureȝ ful fyn & fautleȝ boþe;\nWatȝ non autly in ouþer, for aungels hit wern,\n& þat þe ȝep vnder-ȝede þat in þe ȝate sytteȝ.\nHe ros vp ful radly & ran hem to mete\n& loȝe he louteȝ hem to, loth, to þe grounde,\n& syþen soberly [satȝ] “syreȝ I yow by-seche,\nÞat ȝe wolde lyȝt at my loge & lenge þer-inne,\nComeȝ to your knaues kote I craue at þis oneȝ;\nI schal fette yow a fatte your fette forto wasche;\nI norne yow bot for on nyȝt neȝe me to lenge,\n& in þe myry mornyng ȝe may your waye take.”\n& þay nay þat þay nolde neȝ no howseȝ,\nBot stylly þer in þe strete as þay stadde wern,\nÞay wolde lenge þe long naȝt & logge þer-oute;\nHit watȝ hous innoȝe to hem þe heuen vpon lofte.\nLoth laþed so longe wyth luflych wordeȝ,\nÞat þay hym graunted to go & gruȝt no lenger.\nÞe bolde to his byggyng bryngeȝ hem bylyue,\nÞat ryally [watȝ] arayed, for he watȝ ryche euer.\nÞe wyȝeȝ wern welcom as þe wyf couþe,\nHis two dere doȝtereȝ deuoutly hem haylsed,\nÞat wer maydeneȝ ful meke, maryed not ȝet,\n& þay wer semly & swete, & swyþe wel arayed.\nLoth þenne ful lyȝtly lokeȝ hym aboute,\n& his men amonestes mete forto dyȝt,\nBot þenkkeȝ on hit be þrefte what þynk so ȝe make,\nFor wyth no sour ne no salt serueȝ hym neuer.\nBot ȝet I wene þat þe wyf hit wroth to dyspyt,\n& sayde softely to hir self “þis vn-sauere hyne\nLoueȝ no salt in her sauce ȝet hit no skyl were\nÞat oþer burne be boute þaȝ boþe be nyse.”\nÞenne ho sauereȝ with salt her seueȝ vchone\nAgayne þe bone of þe burne þat hit forboden hade,\n& als ho scelt hem in scorne þat wel her skyl knewen.\nWhy watȝ ho wrech so wod, ho wrathed oure lorde!\nÞenne seten þay at þe soper, wern serued by-lyue,\nÞe gestes gay & ful glad, of glam debonere,\nWelawynnely wlonk tyl þay waschen hade,\nÞe trestes tylt to þe woȝe & þe table boþe.\nFro þe seggeȝ haden souped & seten bot a whyle,\nEr euer þay bosked to bedde þe borȝ watȝ al vp;\nAlle þat weppen myȝt welde, þe wakker & þe stronger,\nTo vmbe-lyȝe lotheȝ hous þe ledeȝ to take,\nIn grete flokkeȝ of folk, þay fallen to his ȝateȝ,\nAs a scowte-wach scarred, so þe asscry rysed;\nWith kene clobbeȝ of þat clos þay clatȝ on þe woweȝ,\n& wyth a schrylle scharp schout þay schewe þyse worde:\n“If þou louyeȝ þy lyf loth in þyse woneȝ\nȜete vus out þose ȝong men þat ȝore-whyle here entred,\nÞat we may lere hym of lof, as oure lyst biddeȝ,\nAs is þe asyse of Sodomas to seggeȝ þat passen.”\nWhatt! þay sputen & speken of so spitous fylþe,\nWhat! þay ȝeȝed & ȝolped of ȝestande sorȝe,\nÞat ȝet þe wynd, & þe weder, & þe worlde stynkes\nOf þe brych þat vp-braydeȝ þose broþelych wordeȝ.\nÞe god man glyfte with þat glam & gloped for noyse,\nSo scharpe schame to hym schot, he schrank at þe hert,\nFor he knew þe costoum þat kyþed þose wrecheȝ,\nHe doted neuer for no doel so depe in his mynde.\nAllas! sayd hym þenne loth, & lyȝtly he ryseȝ\n& boweȝ forth fro þe bench in-to þe brode ȝates.\nWhat! he wonded no woþe of wekked knaueȝ,\nÞat he ne passed þe port þe peril to abide.\nHe went forthe at þe wyket & waft hit hym after,\nÞat a clyket hit cleȝt clos hym byhynde.\nÞenne he meled to þo men mesurable wordeȝ,\nFor harloteȝ with his hendelayk he hoped to chast;\n“Oo! my frendeȝ so fre, your fare is to strange,\nDotȝ away your derf dyn & dereȝ neuer my gestes,\nAvoy! hit is your vylaynye, ȝe vylen your seluen;\n& ȝe ar iolyf gentylmen your iapes ar ille.\nBot I schal kenne yow by kynde a crafte þat is better;\nI haf a tresor in my telde of tow my fayre deȝter,\nÞat ar maydeneȝ vnmard for alle men ȝette;\nIn sodamas, þaȝ I hit say, non semloker burdes,\nHit arn ronk, hit arn rype & redy to manne;\nTo samen wyth þo semly þe solace is better,\nI schal biteche yow þo two þat tayt arn & quoynt,\n& laykeȝ wyth hem as yow lyst & leteȝ my gestes one.”\nÞenne þe rebaudeȝ so ronk rerd such a noyse,\nÞat aȝly hurled in his ereȝ her harloteȝ speche;\n“Wost þou not wel þat þou woneȝ here a wyȝe strange,\nAn out-comlyng, a carle, we kylle of þyn heued.\nWho Ioyned þe be iostyse oure iapeȝ to blame,\nÞat com a boy to þis borȝ, þaȝ þou be burne ryche?”\nÞus þay þrobled & þrong & þrwe vmbe his ereȝ,\n& distresed hym wonder strayt, with strenkþe in þe prece,\nBot þat þe ȝonge men, so ȝepe, ȝornen þer-oute,\nWapped vpon þe wyket & wonnen hem tylle,\n& by þe hondeȝ hym hent & horyed hym with-inne,\n& steken þe ȝates ston-harde wyth stalworth barreȝ.\nÞay blwe a boffet in blande þat banned peple,\nÞat þay blustered as blynde as bayard watȝ euer;\nÞay lest of loteȝ logging any lysoun to fynde,\nBot nyteled þer alle þe nyȝt for noȝt at þe last;\nÞenne vch tolke tyȝt hem þat hade of tayt fayled,\n& vchon roþeled to þe rest þat he reche moȝt;\nBot þay wern wakned al wrank þat þer in won lenged,\nOf on þe vglokest vnhap þat euer on erd suffred.\nRuddon of þe day-rawe ros vpon vȝten,\nWhen merk of þe mydnyȝt moȝt no more last,\nFul erly þose aungeleȝ þis haþel þay ruþen\n& glopnedly on godeȝ halue gart hym vpryse,\nFast þe freke ferkeȝ vp ful ferd at his hert;\nÞay comaunded hym cof to cach þat he hade,\n“Wyth þy wyf & þy wyȝeȝ & þy wlone deȝtters,\nFor we laþe þe, sir loth, þat þou þy lyf haue;\nCayre tid of þis kythe er combred þou worþe,\nWith alle þi here vpon haste, tyl þou a hil fynde;\nFoundeȝ faste on your fete, bifore your face lokes,\nBot bes neuer so bolde to blusch yow bihynde,\n& loke ȝe stemme no stepe, bot strecheȝ on faste,\nTil ȝe reche to a reset, rest ȝe neuer;\nFor we schal tyne þis toun & trayþely disstrye,\nWyth alle þise wyȝeȝ so wykke wyȝtly de-voyde\n& alle þe londe with þise ledeȝ we losen at oneȝ;\nSodomas schal ful sodenly synk in-to grounde,\n& þe grounde of gomorre gorde in-to helle,\n& vche a koste of þis kythe clater vpon hepes.\nÞen laled loth, “lorde what is best?\nIf I me fele vpon fote þat I fle moȝt,\nHov schulde I huyde me fro hem þat hatȝ his hate kynned,\nIn þe brath of his breth þat brenneȝ alle þinkeȝ,\nTo crepe fro my creatour & know not wheder,\nNe wheþer his fooschip me folȝeȝ bifore oþer bihynde?”\nÞe freke sayde “no foschip oure fader hatȝ þe schewed,\nBot hiȝly heuened þi hele fro hem þat arn combred:\nNov walle þe a wonnyng þat þe warisch myȝt,\n& he schal saue hit for þy sake þat hatȝ vus sende hider,\nFor þou art oddely þyn one out of þis fylþe,\n& als Abraham þyn em hit at him self asked.”\n“Lorde, loued he worþe,” quod loth, “vpon erþe!\nÞen is a cite herbisyde þat segor hit hatte,\nHere vtter on a rounde hil hit houeȝ hit one,\nI wolde, if his wylle wore, to þat won scape.”\n“Þenn fare forth,” quod þat fre, “& fyne þou neuer\nWith þose ilk þat þow wylt þat þrenge þe after,\n& ay goande on your gate, wyth-outen agayn-tote,\nFor alle þis londe schal be lorne, longe er þe sonne rise.”\nÞe wyȝe wakened his wyf & his wlonk deȝteres,\n& oþer two myri men þo maydeneȝ schulde wedde;\n& þay token hit as tyt & tented hit lyttel,\nÞaȝ fast laþed hem loth, þay leȝen ful stylle.\nÞe aungeleȝ hasted þise oþer & aȝly hem þratten,\n& enforsed alle fawre forth at þe ȝateȝ,\nÞo wern loth & his lef, his luflyche deȝter,\nÞer soȝt no mo to sauement of cities aþel fyue.\nÞise aungeleȝ hade hem by hande out at þe ȝateȝ,\nPrechande hem þe perile, & beden hem passe fast.\n“Lest ȝe be taken in þe teche of tyraunteȝ here,\nLoke ȝe bowe now bi bot, boweȝ fast hence!”\n& þay kayre-ne con & kenely flowen;\nErly, er any heuen glem, þay to a hil comen.\nÞe grete god in his greme bygynneȝ onlofte;\nTo wakan wedereȝ so wylde þe wyndeȝ he calleȝ,\n& þay wroþely vp-wafte & wrastled togeder,\nFro fawre half of þe folde, flytande loude.\nClowdeȝ clustered bytwene kesten vp torres,\nÞat þe þik þunder þrast þirled hem ofte.\nÞe rayn rueled adoun, ridlande þikke,\nOf felle flaunkes of fyr & flakes of soufre,\nAl in smolderande smoke smachande ful ille,\nSwe aboute sodamas & hit sydeȝ alle,\nGorde to gomorra þat þe grounde lansed;\nAbdama & syboym, þise ceteis alle faure,\nAl birolled wyth þe rayn, rostted & brenned,\n& ferly flayed þat folk þat in þose fees lenged;\nFor when þat þe helle herde þe houndeȝ of heuen\nHe watȝ ferlyly fayn, vnfolded bylyue.\nÞe grete barreȝ of þe abyme he barst vp at oneȝ,\nÞat alle þe regioun to-rof in riftes ful grete,\n& clouen alle in lyttel cloutes þe clyffeȝ aywhere,\nAs lance leueȝ of þe boke þat lepes in twynne.\nÞe brethe of þe brynston bi þat hit blende were,\nAl þo citees & her sydes sunkken to helle.\nRydelles wern þo grete rowtes of renkkes with-inne,\nWhen þay wern war of þe wrake þat no wyȝe achaped,\nSuch a ȝomerly ȝarm of ȝellyng þer rysed;\nÞer-of clatered þe cloudes þat kryst myȝt haf rawþe.\nÞe segge herde þat soun to segor þat ȝede,\n& þe wenches hym wyth þat by þe way folȝed;\nFerly ferde watȝ her flesch, þat flowen ay ilyche,\nTrynande ay a hyȝe trot þat torne neuer dorsten.\nLoth & þo luly-whit his lefly two deȝter,\nAy folȝed here face, bifore her boþe yȝen;\nBot þe balleful burde, þat neuer bode keped,\nBlusched by-hynden her bak, þat bale forto herkken;\nHit watȝ lusty lothes wyf þat ouer he[r] lyfte schulder.\nOnes ho bluschet to þe burȝe, bot bod ho no lenger,\nÞat ho nas stadde a stiffe ston, a stalworth image\nAl so salt as ani se & so ho ȝet standeȝ.\nÞay slypped bi & syȝe hir not þat wern hir samen feres,\nTyl þay in segor wern sette, & sayned our lorde;\nWyth lyȝt loueȝ vplyfte þay loued hym swyþe,\nÞat so his seruauntes wolde see & saue of such woþe.\nAl watȝ dampped & don, & drowned by þenne;\nÞe ledeȝ of þat lyttel toun wern lopen out for drede,\nIn-to þat malscrande mere, marred bylyue,\nÞat noȝt saued watȝ bot segor þat sat on a lawe,\nÞe þre ledeȝ þer-in, loth & his deȝter;\nFor his make watȝ myst, þat on þe mount lenged\nIn a stonen statue þat salt sauor habbes,\nFor two fautes þat þe fol watȝ founde in mistrauþe;\nOn, ho serued at þe soper salt bifore dryȝtyn\n& syþen, ho blusched hir bihynde, þaȝ hir forboden were;\nFor on ho standes a ston, & salt for þat oþer,\n& alle lyst on hir lik þat arn on launde bestes.\nAbraham ful erly watȝ vp on þe morne,\nÞat alle naȝt [so] much niye hade no mon in his hert,\nAl in longing for loth leyen in a wache,\nÞer he lafte hade oure lorde, he is on lofte wonnen;\nHe sende toward sodomas þe syȝt of his yȝen,\nÞat euer hade ben an erde of erþe þe swettest\nAs aparaunt to paradis þat plantted þe dryȝtyn,\nNov is hit plunged in a pit like of pich fylled.\nSuche a roþun of a reche ros fro þe blake,\nAskeȝ vpe in þe ayre & vselleȝ þer flowen,\nAs a fornes ful of flot þat vpon fyr boyles,\nWhen bryȝt brennande brondeȝ ar bet þer an-vnder.\nÞis watȝ a uengaunce violent þat voyded þise places,\nÞat foundered hatȝ so fayr a folk & þe folde sonkken.\nÞer faure citees wern set, nov is a see called,\nÞat ay is drouy & dym, & ded in hit kynde,\nBlo, blubrande, & blak, vnblyþe to neȝe,\nAs a stynkande stanc þat stryed synne,\nÞat euer of synne & of smach, smart is to fele;\nFor-þy þe derk dede see hit is demed euer more,\nFor hit dedeȝ of deþe duren þere ȝet.\nFor hit is brod & boþemleȝ, & bitter as þe galle,\n& noȝt may lenge in þat lake þat any lyf bereȝ,\n& alle þe costeȝ of kynde hit combreȝ vchone;\nFor lay þer-on a lump of led & hit on loft fleteȝ,\n& folde þer-on a lyȝt fyþer & hit to founs synkkeȝ.\n& þer water may walter to wete any erþe,\nSchal neuer grene þer-on growe, gresse ne wod nawþer.\nIf any schalke to be schent wer schowued þer-inne,\nÞaȝ he bode in þat boþem broþely a monyth,\nHe most ay lyue in þat loȝe in losyng euer-more,\n& neuer dryȝe no dethe, to dayes of ende;\n& as hit is corsed of kynde & hit coosteȝ als,\nÞe clay þat clenges þer-by arn corsyes strong,\nAs alum & alkaran, þat angré arn boþe,\nSoufre sour, & saundyuer, & oþer such mony;\n& þer walteȝ of þat water in waxlokes grete,\nÞe spuniande aspaltoun þat spysereȝ sellen;\n& suche is alle þe soyle by þat se halues,\nÞat fel fretes þe flesch & festred bones.\n& þer ar tres by þat terne of traytoures;\n& þay borgouneȝ & beres blomeȝ ful fayre,\n& þe fayrest fryt þat may on folde growe,\nAs orenge & oþer fryt & apple garnade\nAlso red & so ripe & rychely hwed,\nAs any dom myȝt deuice of dayntyeȝ oute;\nBot quen hit is brused oþer broken, oþer byten in twynne,\nNo worldeȝ goud hit wyth-inne, bot wydowande askes;\nAlle þyse ar teches & tokenes to trow vpon ȝet,\n& wittnesse of þat wykked werk & þe wrake after,\nÞat oure fader forferde for fylþe of þose ledes.\nÞenne vch wyȝe may wel wyt þat he þe wlonk louies,\n& if he louyes clene layk þat is oure lorde ryche,\n& to be couþe in his courte þou coueytes þenne\nTo se þat semly in sete & his swete face,\nClerrer counseyl, counsayl con I non, bot þat þou clene worþe.\nFor clopyngnel in þe compas of his clene rose,\nÞer he expouneȝ a speche, to hym þat spede wolde,\nOf a lady to be loued, loke to hir sone,\nOf wich beryng þat ho be, & wych ho best louyes,\n& be ryȝt such in vch a borȝe of body & of dedes,\n& folȝ þe fet of þat fere þat þou fre haldes.\n& if þou wyrkkes on þis wyse, þaȝ ho wyk were,\nHir schal lyke þat layk þat lyknes hir tylle.\nIf þou wyl dele drwrye wyth dryȝtyn þenne,\n& lelly louy þy lorde & his leef worþe.\nÞenne confourme þe to kryst, & þe clene make,\nÞat euer is polyced als playn as þe perle seluen.\nFor loke fro fyrst þat he lyȝt with-inne þe lel mayden!\nBy how comly a kest he watȝ clos þere,\nWhen venkkyst watȝ no vergynyté, ne vyolence maked,\nBot much clener watȝ hir corse, god kynned þerinne;\n& efte when he borne watȝ in beþelen þe ryche,\nIn wych puryté þay departed; þaȝ þay pouer were,\nWatȝ neuer so blysful a bour as watȝ abos þenne\nNe no schroude hous so schene as a schepon þare,\nNe non so glad vnder god as ho þat grone schulde;\nFor þer watȝ seknesse al sounde þat sarrest is halden,\n& þer watȝ rose reflayr where rote hatȝ ben euer,\n& þer watȝ solace & songe wher sorȝ hatȝ ay cryed;\nFor aungelles with instrumentes of organes & pypes,\n& rial ryngande rotes & þe reken fyþel,\n& alle hende þat honestly moȝt an hert glade,\nAboutte my lady watȝ lent, quen ho delyuer were.\nÞenne watȝ her blyþe barne burnyst so clene,\nÞat boþe þe ox & þe asse hym hered at-ones;\nÞay knewe hym by his clannes for kyng of nature,\nFor non so clene of such a clos com neuer er þenne;\n& ȝif clanly he þenne com, ful cortays þer-after,\nÞat alle þat longed to luþer ful lodly he hated;\nBy nobleye of his norture he nolde neuer towche\nOȝt þat watȝ vngoderly oþer ordure watȝ inne.\nȜet comen lodly to þat lede, as laȝares monye,\nSumme lepre, summe lome, & lomerande blynde,\nPoysened & parlatyk & pyned in fyres,\nDrye folk & ydropike, & dede at þe laste;\nAlle called on þat cortayse & claymed his grace.\nHe heled hem wyth hynde speche of þat þay ask after,\nFor what-so he towched also-tyd tourned to hele,\nWel clanner þen any crafte cowþe devyse;\nSo clene watȝ his hondelyng vche ordure hit schonied,\n& þe gropyng so goud of god & man boþe,\nÞat for fetys of his fyngeres fonded he neuer\nNauþer to cout ne to kerue, with knyf ne wyth egge,\nFor-þy brek he þe bred blades wyth-outen;\nFor hit ferde freloker in fete in his fayre honde,\nDisplayed more pryuyly when he hit part schulde,\nÞenne alle þe toles of tolowse moȝt tyȝt hit to kerue,\nÞus is he kyryous & clene þat þou his cort askes;\nHov schulde þou com to his kyth bot if þou clene were?\nNov ar we sore & synful & sov[er]ly vch one,\nHow schulde we se, þen may we say, þat syre vpon throne?\nȜis, þat mayster is mercyable; þaȝ þou be man fenny,\n& al to-marred in myre whyl þou on molde lyuyes,\nÞou may schyne þurȝ schryfte, þaȝ þou haf schome serued,\n& pure þe with penaunce tyl þou a perle worþe.\nPerle praysed is prys, þer perre is schewed,\nÞaȝ hym not derrest be demed to dele for penies,\nQuat may þe cause be called, bot for hir clene hwes,\nÞat wynnes worschyp, abof alle whyte stones?\nFor ho schynes so schyr þat is of schap rounde,\nWyth-outen faut oþer fylþe ȝif ho fyn were;\n& wax euer in þe worlde in weryng so olde,\nȜet þe perle payres not whyle ho in pyese lasttes\n& if hit cheue þe chaunce vncheryst ho worþe,\nÞat ho blyndes of ble in bour þer ho lygges,\nNo-bot wasch hir wyth wourchyp in wyn as ho askes,\nHo by kynde schal be-com clerer þen are;\nSo if folk be defowled by vnfre chaunce,\nÞat he be sulped in sawle, seche to schryfte\n& he may polyce hym at þe prest, by penaunce taken,\nWel bryȝter þen þe beryl oþer browden perles.\nBot war þe wel, if þou be waschen wyth water of schryfte,\n& polysed als playn as parchmen schauen,\nSulp no more þenne in synne þy saule þer-after,\nFor þenne þou dryȝtyn dyspleses with dedes ful sore,\n& entyses hym to tene more trayþly þen euer\n& wel hatter to hate þen hade þou not waschen;\nFor when a sawele is saȝtled & sakred to dryȝtyn,\nHe holly haldes hit his & haue hit he wolde,\nÞenne efte lastes hit likkes, he loses hit ille,\nAs hit were rafte wyth vn-ryȝt & robbed wyth þewes.\nWar þe þenne for þe wrake, his wrath is achaufed,\nFor þat þat ones watȝ his schulde efte be vn-clene,\nÞaȝ hit be bot a bassyn, a bolle, oþer a scole,\nA dysche oþer a dobler þat dryȝtyn oneȝ serued,\nTo defowle hit euer vpon folde fast he for-bedes,\nSo is he scoymus of scaþe þat scylful is euer.\n& þat watȝ bared in babyloyn in Baltaȝar tyme,\nHov harde vnhap þer hym hent & hastyly sone,\nFor he þe vesselles avyled þat vayled in þe temple\nIn seruyse of þe souerayn sum tyme byfore.\nȜif ȝe wolde tyȝt me a tom telle hit I wolde,\nHov charged more watȝ his chaunce þat hem cherych nolde\nÞen his fader forloyne þat feched hem wyth strenþe,\n& robbed þe relygioun of relykes alle.\nDanyel in his dialokeȝ de-vysed sum tyme,\nAs ȝet is proued ex-presse in his profecies,\nHov þe gentryse of Iuise & Iherusalem þe ryche\nWatȝ disstryed wyth distres, & drawen to þe erþe,\nFor þat folke in her fayth watȝ founden vntrwe,\nÞat haden hyȝt þe hyȝe god to halde of hym euer;\n& he hem halȝed for his & help at her nede\nIn mukel meschefes mony, þat meruayl [is] to here;\n& þay forloyne her fayth & folȝed oþer goddes,\n& þat wakned his wrath & wrast hit so hyȝe,\nÞat he fylsened þe faythful in þe falce lawe\nTo for-fare þe falce in þe faythe trwe;\nHit watȝ sen in þat syþe þat ȝedechyas rengned,\nIn Iuda, þat iustised þe iuyne kynges.\nHe sete on Salamones solie, on solemne wyse,\nBot of leaute he watȝ lat to his lorde hende;\nHe vsed abominaciones of idolatrye,\n& lette lyȝt bi þe lawe þat he watȝ lege tylle;\nFor-þi oure fader vpon folde a foman hym wakned,\nNabigo-de-noȝar nuyed hym swyþe.\nHe pur-sued in to palastyn with proude men mony,\n& þer he wast wyth werre þe wones of þorpes.\nHe herȝed vp alle israel & hent of þe beste,\n& þe gentylest of Iudee in Ierusalem biseged,\nVmbe-walt alle þe walles wyth wyȝes ful stronge,\nAt vche a dor a doȝty duk, & dutte hem wyth-inne;\nFor þe borȝ watȝ so bygge baytayled alofte,\n& stoffed wyth-inne with stout men to stalle hem þer-oute.\nÞenne watȝ þe sege sette þe Cete aboute,\nSkete skarmoch skelt, much skaþe lached;\nAt vch brugge a berfray on basteles wyse,\nÞat seuen syþe vch a day asayled þe ȝates,\nTrwe tulkkes in toures teueled wyth-inne,\nIn bigge brutage of borde, bulde on þe walles;\nÞay feȝt & þay fende of, & fylter togeder\nTil two ȝer ouer-torned, ȝet tok þay hit neuer.\nAt þe laste vpon longe, þo ledes wyth-inne,\nFaste fayled hem þe fode, enfaminied monie;\nÞe hote hunger wyth-inne hert hem wel sarre,\nÞen any dunt of þat douthe þat dowelled þer-oute.\nÞenne wern þo rowtes redles in þo ryche wones,\nFro þat mete watȝ myst, megre þay wexen,\n& þay stoken so strayt, þat þay ne stray myȝt\nA fote fro þat forselet to forray no goudes.\nÞenne þe kyng of þe kyth a counsayl hym takes,\nWyth þe best of his burnes, a blench forto make;\nÞay stel out on a stylle nyȝt er any steuen rysed,\n& harde hurles þurȝ þe oste, er enmies hit wyste,\nBot er þay at-wappe ne moȝt þe wach wyth-oute,\nHiȝe skelt watȝ þe askry þe skewes an-vnder,\nLoude alarom vpon launde lulted watȝ þenne;\nRyche, ruþed of her rest, ran to here wedes,\nHard hattes þay hent & on hors lepes;\nCler claryoun crak cryed onlofte.\nBy þat watȝ alle on a hepe hurlande swyþee,\nFolȝande þat oþer flote, & fonde hem bilyue,\nOuer-tok hem, as tyd, tult hem of sadeles,\nTyl vche prynce hade his per put to þe grounde;\n& þer watȝ þe kyng kaȝt wyth calde prynces,\n& alle hise gentyle for-iusted on ierico playnes,\n& presented wern as presoneres to þe prynce rychest,\nNabigo-de-noȝar noble in his chayer,\n& he þe faynest freke þat he his fo hade,\n& speke spitously hem to & spylt þerafter.\nÞe kynges sunnes in his syȝt he slow euer vch one,\n& holkked out his auen yȝen heterly boþe\n& bede þe burne to be broȝt to babyloyn þe ryche,\n& þere in dongoun be don to dreȝe þer his wyrdes.\nNow se, so þe soueray[n] set hatȝ his wrake;\nNas hit not for nabugo ne his noble nauþer,\nÞat oþer depryued watȝ of pryde with paynes stronge,\nBot for his beryng so badde agayn his blyþe lorde;\nFor hade þe fader ben his frende þat hym bifore keped,\nNe neuer trespast to him in teche of mysseleue.\nTo Colde wer alle Calde & kythes of ynde,\nȜet take torkye hem wyth her tene hade ben little;\nȜet nolde neuer nabugo þis ilke note leue,\nEr he hade tuyred þis toun & torne hit to grounde;\nHe ioyned vnto Ierusalem a gentyle duc þenne,\nHis name watȝ nabu-ȝardan, to noye þe iues;\nHe watȝ mayster of his men & myȝty him seluen,\nÞe chef of his cheualrye his chekkes to make,\nHe brek þe bareres as bylyue, & þe burȝ after,\n& enteres in ful ernestly, in yre of his hert.\nWhat! þe maysterry watȝ mene, þe men wern away,\nÞe best boȝed wyth þe burne þat þe borȝ ȝemed;\n& þo þat byden wer so biten with þe bale hunger,\nÞat on wyf hade ben worþe þe welgest fourre;\nNabiȝardan noȝt for-þy nolde not spare,\nBot bede al to þe bronde vnder bare egge.\nÞay slowen of swettest semlych burdes,\nBaþed barnes in blod & her brayn spylled;\nPrestes & prelates þay presed to deþe,\nWyues & wenches her wombes tocoruen,\nÞat her boweles out-borst aboute þe diches,\n& al watȝ carfully kylde þat þay cach myȝt,\n& alle [þat] swypped vnswolȝed of þe sworde kene,\nÞay wer cagged & kaȝt on capeles al bare,\nFestned fettres to her fete vnder fole wombes,\n& broþely broȝt to babyloyn þer bale to suffer,\nTo sytte in seruage & syte; þat sumtyme wer gentyle,\nNow ar chaunged to chorles & charged wyth werkkes,\nBoþe to cayre at þe kart & þe kuy mylke,\nÞat sumtyme sete in her sale syres & burdes.\n& ȝet nabuȝardan nyl neuer stynt,\nEr he to þe tempple tee wyth his tulkkes alle;\nBetes on þe barers, brestes vp þe ȝates,\nSlouen alle at a slyp þat serued þer-inne,\nPulden prestes bi þe polle & plat of her hedes,\nDiȝten dekenes to deþe, dungen doun clerkkes,\n& alle þe maydenes of þe munster maȝtyly hokyllen\nWyth þe swayf of þe sworde þat swolȝed hem alle.\nÞenne ran þay to þe relykes as robbors wylde,\n& pyled alle þe apparement þat pented to þe kyrke,\nÞe pure pyleres [o]f bras pourtrayd in golde,\n& þe chef chaundeler charged with þe lyȝt,\nÞat ber þe lamp vpon lofte, þat lemed euer more,\nBifore þ[e] sancta sanctorum þer selcouth watȝ ofte.\nÞay caȝt away þat condelstik, & þe crowne als,\nÞat þe auter hade vpon, of aþel golde ryche;\nÞe gredirne & þe goblotes garnyst of syluer,\nÞe bases of þe bryȝt postes & bassynes so schyre;\nDere disches of golde & dubleres fayre,\nÞe vyoles & þe vesselment of vertuous stones.\nNow hatȝ nabuȝardan nomen alle þyse noble þynges,\n& pyled þat precious place & pakked þose godes;\nÞe golde of þe gaȝafylace to swyþe gret noumbre,\nWyth alle þe vrnmentes of þat hous, he hamppred to-geder.\nAlle he spoyled spitously in a sped whyle,\nÞat salomon so mony a sadde ȝer soȝt to make,\nWyth alle þe coyntyse þat he cowþe clene to wyrke;\nDe-uised he þe vesselment, þe vestures clene,\nWyth slyȝt of his ciences, his souerayn to loue,\nÞe hous & þe anournementes he hyȝtled to-gedere.\nNow hatȝ nabuȝardan numnend hit al samen,\n& syþen bet doun þe burȝ & brend hit in askes;\nÞenne wyth legiounes of ledes ouer londes he rydes,\nHerȝeȝ of Israel þe hyrne aboute.\nWyth charged chariotes þe cheftayn he fynde[ȝ],\nBikennes þe catel to þe kyng, þat he caȝt hade,\nPresented him þe prisoneres in pray þat þay token,\nMoni a worþly wyȝe whil her worlde laste,\nMoni semly syre sone, & swyþe rych maydenes,\nÞe pruddest of þe prouince, & prophetes childer,\nAs Ananie & aȝarie & als Miȝael,\n& dere daniel also, þat watȝ deuine noble,\nWith moni a modey moder chylde mo þen in-noghe.\n& nabugo-de-noȝar makes much ioye,\nNov he þe kyng hatȝ conquest & þe kyth wunnen,\n& dreped alle þe doȝtyest & derrest in armes,\n& þe lederes of her lawe layd to þe grounde,\n& þe pryce of þe profecie prisoners maked;\nBot þe ioy of þe iuelrye so gentyle & ryche,\nWhen hit watȝ schewed hym so schene, scharp watȝ his wonder,\nOf such vessel auayed þat vayled so huge,\nNeuer ȝet nas nabugo-de-noȝar er þenne.\nHe sesed hem with solemneté, þe souerayn he praysed,\nþat watȝ aþel ouer alle, israel dryȝtyn;\nSuch god, such gomes, such gay vesselles\nComen neuer out of kyth, to Caldee reames.\nHe trussed hem in his tresorye in a tryed place\nRekenly wyth reuerens, as he ryȝt hade;\n& þer he wroȝt as þe wyse, as ȝe may wyt here-after,\nFor hade he let of hem lyȝt, hym moȝt haf lumpen worse.\nÞat ryche in gret rialté rengned his lyue,\nAs conquerour of vche a cost he cayser watȝ hatte,\nEmperour of alle þe erþe & also þe saudan,\n& als þe god of þe grounde watȝ grauen his name\n& al þurȝ dome of daniel, fro he deuised hade,\nÞat alle goudes com of god, & gef hit hym bi samples,\nÞat he ful clanly bi-cnv his carp bi þe laste,\n& ofte hit mekned his mynde, his maysterful werkkes.\nBot al drawes to dyȝe with doel vp[o]n ende;\nBi a haþel neuer so hyȝe he heldes to grounde,\n& so nabugo-de-noȝar as he nedes moste;\nFor alle his empire so hiȝe in erþe is he grauen.\nBot þenn þe bolde baltaȝar, þat watȝ his barn aldest,\nHe watȝ stalled in his stud, & stabled þe rengne;\nIn þe burȝ of babiloyne þe biggest he trawed,\nÞat nauþer in heuen ne no erþe hade no pere;\nFor he bigan in alle þe glori þat hym þe gome lafte,\nNabugo-de-Noȝar, þat watȝ his noble fader;\nSo kene a kyng in Caldee com neuer er þenne.\nBot honoured he not hym þat in heuen wonies,\nBot fals fantummes of fendes, formed with handes\nWyth tool out of harde tre, & telded on lofte,\n& of stokkes & stones, he stoute goddes callȝ\nWhen þay ar gilde al with golde & gered wyth syluer,\n& þere he kneles & calleȝ, & clepes after help.\n& þay reden him ryȝt rewarde he hem hetes,\n& if þay gruchen him his grace to gremen his hert,\nHe cleches to a gret klubbe & knokkes hem to peces;\nÞus in pryde & olipraunce his Empyre he haldes,\nIn lust & in lecherye, & loþelych werkkes;\n& hade a wyf forto welde, a worþelych quene,\n& mony a lemman, neuer þe later, þat ladis wer called.\nIn þe clernes of his concubines & curious wedeȝ,\nIn notyng of nwe metes & of nice gettes,\nAl watȝ þe mynde of þat man, on misschapen þinges,\nTil þe lorde of þe lyfte liste hit abate.\nThenne þis bolde Baltaȝar biþenkkes hym ones,\nTo vouche on a vayment of his vayne g[l]orie;\nHit is not innoghe to þe nice al noȝty þink vse,\nBot if alle þe worlde wyt his wykked dedes.\nBaltaȝar þurȝ babiloyn his banne gart crye,\n& þurȝ þe cuntre of caldee his callyng con spryng,\nÞat alle þe grete vpon grounde schulde geder hem samen\n& assemble at a set day at þe saudans fest.\nSuch a mangerie to make þe man watȝ auised,\nÞat vche a kythyn kyng schuld com þider;\nVche duk wyth his duthe & oþer dere lordes,\nSchulde com to his court to kyþe hym for lege,\n& to reche hym reuerens & his reuel herkken;\nTo loke on his lemanes & ladis hem calle,\nTo rose hym in his rialty rych men soȝtten,\n& mony a baroun ful bolde, to babyloyn þe noble.\nÞer bowed toward babiloyn burnes so mony,\nKynges, Cayseres ful kene, to þe court wonnen,\nMony ludisch lordes þat ladies broȝten,\nÞat to neuen þe noumbre to much nye were.\nFor þe bourȝ watȝ so brod & so bigge alce,\nStalled in þe fayrest stud þe sterreȝ an-vnder,\nPrudly on a plat playn, plek alþer-fayrest,\nVmbe-sweyed on vch a syde with seuen grete wateres,\nWith a wonder wroȝt walle wruxeled ful hiȝe,\nWith koynt carneles aboue, coruen ful clene,\nTroched toures bitwene twenty spere lenþe,\n& þiker þrowen vmbe þour-with ouer-þwert palle.\nÞe place, þat plyed þe pursaunt wyth-inne,\nWatȝ longe & ful large & euer ilych sware,\n& vch a syde vpon soyle helde seuen myle,\n& þe saudans sete sette in þe myddes;\nÞat watȝ a palayce of pryde passande alle oþer,\nBoþe of werk & of wunder & walle al aboute;\nHeȝe houses with-inne þe halle to hit med,\nSo brod bilde in a bay, þat blonkkes myȝt renne.\nWhen þe terme of þe tyde watȝ to vsched of þe feste,\nDere droȝen þer-to & vpon des metten,\n& baltaȝar vpon bench was busked to sete,\nStepe stayred stones of his stoute throne.\nÞenne watȝ alle þe halle flor hiled with knyȝtes,\n& barounes at þe side-bordes bounet ay-where,\nFor non watȝ dressed vpon dece bot þe dere seluen,\n& his clere concubynes in cloþes ful bryȝt.\nWhen alle segges were þer set, þen seruyse bygynnes,\nSturnen trumpen strake steuen in halle,\nAywhere by þe wowes wrasten krakkes,\n& brode baneres þer-bi blusnande of gold;\nBurnes berande þe bredes vpon brode skeles,\nÞat were of sylueren syȝt & seerved þer-wyth,\nLyfte logges þer-ouer & on lofte coruen,\nPared out of paper & poynted of golde,\nBroþe baboynes abof, besttes an-vnder,\nFoles in foler flakerande bi-twene,\n& al in asure & ynde enaumayld ryche,\n& al on blonkken bak bere hit on honde.\n& ay þe nakeryn noyse, notes of pipes,\nTymbres & tabornes, tulket among,\nSymbales & soneteȝ sware þe noyse,\n& bougounȝ busch batered so þikke;\nSo watȝ serued fele syþe þe sale alle aboute,\nWith solace at þe sere course, bifore þe self lorde,\nÞer þe lede & alle his loue lenged at þe table.\nSo faste þay weȝed to him wyne, hit warmed his hert\n& breyþed vppe in to his brayn & blemyst his mynde,\n& al waykned his wyt, & wel neȝe he foles,\nFor he wayteȝ onwyde, his wenches he byholdes,\n& his bolde baronage, aboute bi þe woȝes;\nÞenne a dotage ful depe drof to his hert,\n& a caytif counsayl he caȝt bi hym seluen.\nMaynly his marschal þe mayster vpon calles,\n& comaundes hym cofly coferes to lance,\n& fech forþe vessel þat his fader broȝt\nNabugo-de-noȝar, noble in his strenþe,\nConquerd with his knyȝtes & of kyrk rafte\nIn iude, in ierusalem in gentyle wyse:\n“Bryng hem now to my borde, of beuerage hem fylles,\nLet þise ladyes of hem lape, I luf hem in hert;\nÞat schal I cortaysly kyþe & þay schin knawe sone,\nÞer is no bounté in burne lyk baltaȝar þewes.”\nÞenne towched to þe tresour þis tale watȝ sone,\n& he with keyes vn-closes kystes ful mony;\nMony burþen ful bryȝt watȝ broȝt in-to halle,\n& couered mony a cupborde with cloþes ful quite.\nÞe iueles out of ierusalem with gemmes ful bryȝt,\nBi þe syde of þe sale were semely arayed;\nÞe aþel auter of brasse watȝ hade in-to place;\nÞe gay coroun of golde gered on lofte,\nÞat hade ben blessed bifore wyth bischopes hondes\n& wyth besten blod busily anoynted,\nIn þe solempne sacrefyce þat goud sauor hade,\nBifore þe lorde of þe lyfte in louyng hym seluen,\nNow is sette for to serue satanas þe blake,\nBifore þe bolde baltaȝar wyth bost & wyth pryde.\nHouen vpon þis auter watȝ aþel vessel,\nÞat wyth so curious a crafte coruen watȝ wyly;\nSalamon sete him s[eue]n ȝere & a syþe more,\nWith alle þe syence þat hym sende þe souerayn lorde,\nFor to compas & kest to haf hem clene wroȝt;\nFor þer wer bassynes ful bryȝt of brende golde clere,\nEn-aumaylde with aȝer & eweres of sute;\nCouered cowpes foul clene, as casteles arayed,\nEnbaned vnder batelment with bantelles quoynt,\n& fyled out of fygures of ferlyle schappes.\nÞe coperounes of þe canacles þat on þe cuppe reres,\nWer fetysely formed out in fylyoles longe,\nPinacles pyȝt þer apert þat profert bitwene,\n& al boiled abof with braunches & leues,\nPyes & papeiayes purtrayed with-inne,\nAs þay prudly hade piked of pomgarnades;\nFor alle þe blomes of þe boȝes wer blyknande perles\n& alle þe fruyt in þo formes of flaumbeande gemmes,\nAnde safyres, & sardiners, & semely topace,\nAlabaunderynes, & amaraunȝ & amaffised stones,\nCasydoynes, & crysolytes, & clere rubies,\nPenitotes, & pynkardines, ay perles bitwene,\nSo trayled & tryfled a trauerce wer alle,\nBi vche bekyrande þe bolde, þe brurdes al vmbe;\nÞe gobelotes of golde grauen aboute,\n& fyoles fretted with flores & fleeȝ of golde,\nVpon þat avter watȝ al aliche dresset.\nÞe candelstik bi a cost watȝ cayred þider sone,\n[V]pon þe pyleres apyked þat praysed hit mony,\nVpon hit baseȝ of brasse þat ber vp þe werkes,\nÞe boȝes bryȝt þer abof, brayden of golde,\nBraunches bredande þer-on, & bryddes þer seten\nOf mony kyndes, of fele-kyn hues,\nAs þay with wynge vpon wynde hade waged her fyþeres,\nIn-mong þe leues of þe lampes wer grayþed;\n& oþer louelych lyȝt þat lemed ful fayre,\nAs mony morteres of wax merkked with-oute,\nWith mony a borlych best al of brende golde.\nHit watȝ not wonte in þat wone to wast no serges,\nBot in temple of þe trauþe trwly to stonde;\nBifore þe sancta, sanctorum soþefast dryȝtyn,\nExpouned his speche spiritually to special prophetes.\nLeue þou wel þat þe lorde þat þe lyfte ȝemes\nDisplesed much, at þat play in þat plyt stronge,\nÞat his ineles so gent wyth iaueles wer fouled,\nÞat presyous in his presens wer proued sum whyle.\nSoberly in his sacrafyce summe wer anoynted,\nÞurȝ þe somones of him selfe þat syttes so hyȝe;\nNow a boster on benche bibbes þerof\nTyl he be dronkken as þe deuel, & dotes þer he syttes;\nSo þe worcher of þis worlde wlates þer-wyth,\nÞat in þe poynt of her play he poruayes a mynde;\nBot er harme hem he wolde in haste of his yre,\nHe wayned hem a warnyng þat wonder hem þoȝt.\nNov is alle þis guere geten glotounes to serue;\nStad in a ryche stal & stared ful bryȝtȝ,\nBaltaȝar in a brayd bede vus þer-of.\n“Weȝe wyn in þis won, wassayl!” he cryes.\nSwyfte swaynes ful swyþe swepen þer-tylle,\nKyppe kowpes in honde kyngeȝ to serue,\nIn bryȝt bolleȝ, ful bayn birlen þise oþer,\n& vche mon for his mayster machches alone.\nÞer watȝ rynging, on ryȝt, of ryche metalles,\nQuen renkkes in þat ryche rok rennen hit to cache,\nClatering of conacleȝ þat kesten þo burdes,\nAs sonet out of sau[t]eray songe als myry.\nÞen þe dotel on dece drank þat he myȝt,\n& þenne arn dressed dukeȝ & prynces,\nConcubines & knyȝtes, bi cause of þat merthe;\nAs vchon hade hym in helde he haled of þe cuppe,\nSo long likked þise lordes þise lykores swete,\n& gloryed on her falce goddes & her grace calles,\nÞat were of stokkes & stones, stille euer more;\nNeuer steuen hem astel, so stoken is hor tonge,\nAlle þe goude golden goddes þe gauleȝ ȝet neuenen,\nBelfagor & belyal & belssabub als,\nHeyred hem as hyȝly as heuen wer þayres,\nBot hym þat alle goudes giues, þat god þay for-ȝeten,\nFor þer a ferly bifel þat fele folk seȝen;\nFyrst knew hit þe kyng & alle þe cort after,\nIn þe palays pryncipale vpon þe playn wowe,\nIn contrary of þe candelstik þat clerest hit schyned.\nÞer apered a paume, with poyntel in fyngres\nÞat watȝ grysly & gret, & grymly he wrytes,\nNon oþer forme bot a fust faylande þe wryste,\nPared on þe parget, purtrayed lettres.\nWhen þat bolde baltaȝar blusched to þat neue,\nSuch a dasande drede dusched to his hert,\nÞat al falewed his face & fayled þe chere;\nÞe stronge strok of þe stonde strayned his ioyntes,\nHis cnes cachches to close & cluchches his hommes,\n& he with plat-tyng his paumes displayes his lers,\n& romyes as a rad ryth þat roreȝ for drede,\nAy biholdand þe honde til hit hade al grauen,\n& rasped on þe roȝ woȝe runisch saueȝ.\nWhen hit þe scrypture hade scraped wyth a scrof penne,\nAs a coltour in clay cerues þo forȝes,\nÞenne hit vanist verayly & voyded of syȝt,\nBot þe lettres bileued ful large vpon plaster.\nSone so þe kynge for his care carping myȝt wynne,\nHe bede his burnes boȝ to þat were bok lered,\nTo wayte þe wryt þat hit wolde & wyter hym to say,\n“For al hit frayes my flesche þe fyngres so grymme.”\nScoleres skelten þeratte þe skyl forto fynde,\nBot þer watȝ neuer on so wyse couþe on worde rede,\nNe what ledisch lore ne langage nauþer\nWhat tyþyng ne tale tokened þo draȝtes.\nÞenne þe bolde baltaȝar bred ner wode.\n& ede þe Ceté to seche segges þurȝ-out,\nÞat wer wyse of wyche-crafte & warlaȝes oþer,\nÞat con dele wyth demerlayk, & deuine lettres:\n“Calle hem alle to my cort þo calde clerkkes,\nVn-folde hem alle þis ferly þat is bifallen here,\n& calle wyth a hiȝe cry; ‘he þat þe kyng wysses,\nIn expounyng of speche þat spredes in þise lettres,\n& make þe mater to malt my mynde wyth-inne,\nÞat I may wyterly wyt what þat wryt menes,\nHe schal þe gered ful gaye in gounes of porpre,\n& a coler of cler golde clos vmbe his þrote;\nHe schal be prymate & prynce of pure clergye,\n& of my þreuenest lordeȝ þe þrydde he schal\n& of my reme þe rychest to ryde wyth myseluen,\nOut-taken bare two & þenne he þe þrydde.’”\nÞis cry watȝ vp-caste, & þer comen mony\nClerkes out of caldye þat kennest wer knauen,\nAs þe sage sathrapas þat sorsory couþe;\nWycheȝ & walkyries wonnen to þat sale,\nDeuinores of demorlaykes þat dremes cowþe rede,\nSorsers & exorsismus & fele such clerkes;\n& alle þat loked on þat letter as lewed þay were,\nAs þay had loked in þe leþer of my lyft bote.\nÞenne cryes þe kyng & kerues his wedes;\nWhat! he corsed his clerkes & calde hem chorles,\nTo henge þe harlotes he heȝed ful ofte,\nSo watȝ þe wyȝe wytles, he wed wel ner.\nHo herde hym chyde to þe chambre þat watȝ þe chef quene;\nWhen ho watȝ wytered bi wyȝes what watȝ þe cause,\nSuche a chaungande chaunce in þe chef halle,\nÞe lady to lauce þat los þat þe lorde hade,\nGlydes doun by þe grece & gos to þe kyng;\nHo kneles on þe colde erþe & carpes to hym seluen,\nWordes of worchyp wyth a wys speche.\n“Kene kyng,” quod þe quene, “kayser of vrþe,\nEuer laste þy lyf in lenþe of dayes;\nWhy hatȝ þou rended þy robe for redles here-inne,\nÞaȝ þose ledes ben lewed lettres to rede,\n& hatȝ a haþel in þy holde, as I haf herde ofte,\nÞat hatȝ þe gostes of god þat gyes alle soþes;\nHis sawle is ful of syence, saȝes to schawe,\nTo open vch a hide þyng of aunteres vn-cowþe;\nÞat is he þat ful ofte hatȝ heuened þy fader\nOf mony anger ful hote with his holy speche.\nWhen nabugo-de-noȝar watȝ nyed in stoundes,\nHe de-vysed his dremes to þe dere trawþe,\nHe keuered hym with his counsayl of caytyf wyrdes;\nAlle þat he spured hym in space he expowned clene,\nÞurȝ þe sped of þe spyryt þat sprad hym with-inne,\nOf þe godelest goddeȝ þat gaynes ay-where.\nFor his depe diuinité & his dere sawes,\nÞy bolde fader baltaȝar bede by his name,\nÞat now is demed danyel of derne coninges,\nÞat caȝt watȝ in þe captyuidé in cuntre of iues;\nNabuȝardan hym nome & now is he here,\nA prophete of þat prouince & pryce of þe worlde.\nSende in-to þe ceté to seche hym bylyue,\n& wynne hym with þe worchyp to wayne þe bote,\n& þaȝ þe mater be merk þat merked is ȝender,\nHe schal de-clar hit also, as hit on clay stande.”\nÞat gode counseyl at þe quene watȝ cached as swyþe,\nÞe burne byfore baltaȝar watȝ broȝt in a whyle,\nWhen he com bifore þe kyng & clanly had halsed,\nBaltaȝar vmbe-brayde hym & “leue sir,” he sayde,\n“Hit is tolde me bi tulkes, þat þou trwe were\nProfete of þat prouynce þat prayed my fader,\nAnde þat þou hatȝ in þy hert holy connyng,\nOf sapyence þi sawle ful soþes to schawe;\nGoddes gost is þe geuen þat gyes alle þynges,\n& þou vnhyles vch hidde þat heuen kyng myntes;\n& here is a ferly byfallen, & I fayn wolde\nWyt þe wytte of þe wryt, þat on þe wowe clyues,\nFor alle calde clerkes han cowwardely fayled;\nIf þou with quayntyse conquere hit, I quyte þe þy mede.\nFor if þou redes hit by ryȝt & hit to resoun brynges,\nFyrst telle me þe tyxte of þe tede lettres,\n& syþen þe mater of þe mode, mene me þer-after,\n& I schal halde þe þe hest þat I þe hyȝt haue;\nApyke þe in porpre cloþe, palle alþer-fynest,\n& þe byȝe of bryȝt golde abowte þyn nekke,\n& þe þryd þryuenest þat þrynges me after,\nÞou schal be baroun vpon benche, bede I þe no lasse.”\nDerfly þenne danyel deles þyse wordes:\n“Ryche kyng of þis rengne rede þe oure lorde,\nHit is surely soth, þe souerayn of heuen\nFylsened euer þy fader & vpon folde cheryched,\nGart hym grattest to be of gouernores alle,\n& alle þe worlde in his wylle welde as hym lykes.\nWho-so wolde wel do, wel hym bityde,\n& quos deth so he deȝyre he dreped als fast;\nWho-so hym lyked to lyft, on lofte watȝ he sone,\n& quo-so hym lyked to lay, watȝ loȝed bylyue.\nSo watȝ noted þe note of nabugo-de-noȝar,\nStyfly stabled þe rengne bi þe stronge dryȝtyn,\nFor of þe hyȝest he hade a hope in his hert,\nÞat vche pouer past out of [þ]at prynce euen;\n& whyle þat watȝ cleȝt clos in his hert,\nÞere watȝ no mon vpon molde of myȝt as hym seluen,\nTil hit bitide on a tyme, towched hym pryde\nFor his lordeschyp so large, & his lyf ryche;\nHe hade so huge an insyȝt to his aune dedes,\nÞat þe power of þe hyȝe prynce he purely forȝetes.\nÞenne blynnes he not of blasfemyon to blame þe dryȝtyn,\nHis myȝt mete to goddes he made with his wordes:\n“I am god of þe grounde, to gye as me lykes,\nAs he þat hyȝe is in heuen his aungeles þat weldes;\nIf he hatȝ formed þe folde & folk þer vpone,\nI haf bigged babiloyne, burȝ alþer-rychest,\nStabled þer-inne vche a ston in strenkþe of myn armes,\nMoȝt neuer myȝt bot myn make such anoþer.”\nWatȝ not þis ilke worde wonnen of his mowþe one,\nEr þenne þe souerayn saȝe souned in his eres,\n“Now nabugo-de-noȝar innoȝe hatȝ spoken,\nNow is alle þy pryncipalté past at ones,\n& þou, remued fro monnes sunes, on mor most abide,\n& in wasterne walk & wyth þe wylde dowelle,\nAs best, byte on þe bent of braken & erbes,\nWith wroþe wolfes to won & wyth wylde asses.”\nIn mydde þe poynt of his pryde de-parted he þere,\nFro þe soly of his solempneté, his solace he leues,\n& carfully is out-kast to contré vnknawen,\nFer in-to a fyr fryth þere frekes neuer comen.\nHis hert heldet vnhole, he hoped non oþer\nBot a best þat he be, a bol oþer an oxe.\nHe fares forth on alle faure, fogge watȝ his mete,\n& ete ay as a horce when erbes were fallen,\nÞus he countes hym a kow, þat watȝ a kyng ryche,\nQuyle seuen syþeȝ were ouer-seyed someres I trawe.\nBy þat, mony þik thyȝe þryȝt vmbe his lyre,\nÞat alle watȝ dubbed & dyȝt in þe dew of heuen;\nFaxe fyltered, & felt flosed hym vmbe,\nÞat schad fro his schulderes to his schyre wykes,\n& twenty-folde twynande hit to his tos raȝt\nÞer mony clyuy as clyde hit clyȝt to-geder.\nHis berde I-brad alle his brest to þe bare vrþe,\nHis browes bresed as breres aboute his brode chekes;\nHolȝe were his yȝen & vnder campe hores,\n& al watȝ gray as þe glede, with ful grymme clawres\nÞat were croked & kene as þe kyte paune;\nErne-hwed he watȝ & al ouer-brawden,\nTil he wyst ful wel who wroȝt alle myȝtes,\n& cowþe vche kyndam tokerue & keuer when hym lyked;\nÞenne he wayned hym his wyt þat hade wo soffered,\nÞat he com to knawlach & kenned hym seluen,\nÞenne he laued þat lorde & leued in trawþe,\nHit watȝ non oþer þen he þat hade al in honde.\nÞenne sone watȝ he sende agayn, his sete restored;\nHis barounes boȝed hym to, blyþe of his come,\nHaȝerly in his aune hwe his heued watȝ couered,\n& so ȝeply watȝ ȝarked & ȝolden his state.\nBot þou baltaȝar his barne & his bolde ayre,\nSeȝ þese syngnes with syȝt & set hem at lyttel,\nBot ay hatȝ hofen þy hert agaynes þe hyȝe dryȝt[y]n,\nWith bobaunce & with blasfamye bost at hym kest,\n& now his vessayles avyled in vanyté vnclene,\nÞat in his hows hym to honour were heuened of fyrst;\nBifore þe barounȝ hatȝ hom broȝt, & byrled þerinne\nWale wyne to þy wenches in waryed stoundes;\nBifore þy borde hatȝ þou broȝt beuerage in þede,\nÞat blyþely were fyrst blest with bischopes hondes,\nLouande þeron lese goddeȝ, þat lyf haden neuer,\nMade of stokkes & stoneȝ þat neuer styry moȝt.\n& for þat froþande fylþe, þe fader of heuen\nHatȝ sende in-to þis sale þise syȝtes vncowþe,\nÞe fyste with þe fyngeres þat flayed þi hert,\nÞat rasped renyschly þe woȝe with þe roȝ penne.\nÞise ar þe wordes here wryten with-oute werk more,\nBy vch fygure, as I fynde, as oure fader lykes.\n“Mane, techal, phares, merked in þrynne,\nÞat þretes þe of þyn vnþryfte vpon þre wyse;\nNow expowne þe þis speche spedly I þenk.\nMane menes als much as, maynful gode\nHatȝ counted þy kyndam bi a clene noumbre,\n& ful-fylled hit in fayth to þe fyrre ende.\nTo teche þe of techal, þat terme þus menes,\nÞy wale rengne is walt in weȝtes to heng,\n& is funde ful fewe of hit fayth dedes.\n& phares folȝes for þose fawtes to frayst þe trawþe,\nIn phares fynde I forsoþe þise felle saȝes;\nDe-parted is þy pryncipalté, depryued þou worþes,\nÞy rengne rafte is þe fro, & raȝt is þe perses,\nÞe medes schal be maysteres here, & þou of menske schowued.”\nÞe kyng comaunded anon to cleþe þat wyse,\nIn frokkes of fyn cloþ, as forward hit asked;\nÞenne sone watȝ danyel dubbed in ful dere porpor\n& a coler of cler golde kest vmbe his swyre.\nÞen watȝ demed a de-cre bi þe duk seluen,\nBolde baltaȝa[r] bed þat hym bowe schulde\nÞe comynes a lof calde þat to þe kyng longed,\nAs to þe prynce pryuyest preued þe þrydde,\nHeȝest of alle oþer, saf onelych tweyne,\nTo boȝ after baltaȝar in borȝe & in felde.\nÞys watȝ cryed & knawen in cort als fast,\n& alle þe folk þer-of fayn þat folȝed hym tylle;\nBot how-so danyel watȝ dyȝt, þat day ouer-ȝede,\nNyȝt neȝed ryȝt now with nyes fol mony,\nFor daȝed neuer an oþer day þat ilk derk after,\nEr dalt were þat ilk dome þat danyel deuysed,\nÞe solace of þe solempneté in þat sale dured\nOf þat farand fest, tyl fayled þe sunne;\nÞenne blykned þe ble of þe bryȝt skwes,\nMourkenes þe mery weder, & þe myst dryues\nÞorȝ þe lyst of þe lyfte, bi þe loȝ medoes;\nVche haþel to his home hyȝes ful fast,\nSeten at her soper & songen þer-after,\nÞen foundeȝ vch a felaȝschyp fyrre at forþ naȝtes.\nBaltaȝar to his bedd with blysse watȝ caryed,\nReche þe rest as hym lyst, he ros neuer þer-after;\nFor his foes in þe felde in flokkes ful grete\nÞat longe hade layted þat lede his londes to strye,\nNow ar þay sodenly assembled at þe self tyme,\nOf hem wyst no wyȝe þat in þat won dowelled.\nHit watȝ þe dere daryus þe duk of þise medes,\nÞe prowde prynce of perce & porros of ynde,\nWith mony a legioun ful large, with ledes of armes,\nÞat now hatȝ spyed a space to spoyle caldeeȝ.\nÞay þrongen þeder in þe þester on þrawen hepes,\nAsscaped ouer þe skyre watteres & scaþed þe walles,\nLyfte laddres ful longe & vpon lofte wonen,\nStelen stylly þe toun er any steuen rysed,\nWith-inne an oure of þe nyȝt an entré þay hade;\nȜet afrayed þay no freke, fyrre þay passen,\n& to þe palays pryncipal þay aproched ful stylle;\nÞenne ran þay in on a res, on rowtes ful grete,\nBlastes out of bryȝt brasse brestes so hyȝe,\nAscry scarred on þe scue þat scomfyted mony.\nSegges slepande were slayne er þay slyppe myȝt,\nVche hous heyred watȝ, with-inne a honde-whyle;\nBaltaȝar in his bed watȝ beten to deþe,\nÞat boþe his blod & his brayn blende on þe cloþes;\nThe kyng in his cortyn watȝ kaȝt bi þe heles,\nFeryed out bi þe fete & fowle dispysed;\nÞat watȝ so doȝty þat day & drank of þe vessayl,\nNow is a dogge al so dere þat in a dych lygges;\nFor þe mayster of þyse medes on þe morne ryses,\nDere daryous þat day dyȝt vpon trone,\nÞat ceté seses ful sounde, & saȝtlyng makes\nWyth alle þe barounȝ þer-aboute, þat bowed hym after.\n& þus watȝ þat londe lost for þe lordes synne,\n& þe fylþe of þe freke þat defowled hade\nÞe orne-mentes of goddeȝ hous þat holy were maked;\nHe watȝ corsed for his vn-clannes, & cached þer-inne,\nDone doun of his dyngneté for dedeȝ vnfayre,\n& of þyse worldes worchyp wrast out for euer,\n& ȝet of lykynges on lofte letted, I trowe,\nTo loke on oure lofly lorde late bitydes.\nÞus vpon þrynne wyses I haf yow þro schewed,\nÞat vn-clannes to-cleues in corage dere\nOf þat wynnelych lorde þat wonyes in heuen,\nEntyses hym to be tene, telled vp his wrake;\nAnde clannes is his comfort, & coyntyse he louyes,\n& þose þat seme arn & swete schyn se his face.\nÞat we gon gay in oure gere þat grace he vus sende,\nÞat we may serue in his syȝt, þer solace neuer blynneȝ. Amen.","themes":["nature","hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/30282/30282-h/poems.html#cleanness","sourceId":"pearl-manuscript","sourceEdition":"Early English Alliterative Poems, edited by Richard Morris (1864), Project Gutenberg 30282","sourceLocator":"cleanness","sourceNote":"Pearl, Cleanness and Patience in Middle English, as three complete readings. Marginal summaries, line numbers, running heads and notes excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"pearl-manuscript-patience","title":"Patience","poet":"Gawain poet (anonymous)","lang":"en","form":"Middle English poem","text":"Pacience is a poynt, þaȝ hit displese ofte,\nWhen heuy herttes ben hurt wyth heþyng oþer elles,\nSuffraunce may aswagen hem & þe swelme leþe,\nFor ho quelles vche a qued, & quenches malyce;\nFor quo-so suffer cowþe syt, sele wolde folȝe,\n& quo for þro may noȝt þole, þe þikker he sufferes;\nÞen is better to abyde þe bur vmbe-stoundes,\nÞen ay þrow forth my þro, þaȝ me þynk ylle.\nI herde on a halyday at a hyȝe masse,\nHow mathew melede, þat his mayster his meyny con teche,\nAȝt happes he hem hyȝt & vche on a mede,\nSunderlupes for hit dissert vpon a ser wyse:\nThay arn happen þat han in hert pouerté,\nFor hores is þe heuen-ryche to holde for euer;\nÞay ar happen also þat haunte mekenesse,\nFor þay schal welde þis worlde & alle her wylle haue;\nThay ar happen also þat for her harme wepes,\nFor þay schal comfort encroche in kythes ful mony;\nÞay ar happen also þat hungeres after ryȝt,\nFor þay schal frely be refete ful of alle gode;\nThay ar happen also þat han in hert rauþe,\nFor mercy in alle maneres her mede schal worþe;\nÞay ar happen also þat arn of hert clene,\nFor þay her sauyour in sete schal se with her yȝen;\nThay ar happen also þat halden her pese,\nFor þay þe gracious godes sunes schal godly be called;\nÞay ar happen also þat con her hert stere,\nFor hores is þe heuen-ryche, as I er sayde.\nThese arn þe happes alle aȝt þat vus bihyȝt weren,\nIf we þyse ladyes wolde lof in lyknyng of þewes;\nDame pouert, Dame pitee, Dame penaunce þe þrydde,\nDame Mekenesse, Dame mercy & Miry clannesse,\n& þenne Dame pes & pacyence put in þer-after.\nHe were happen þat hade one, alle were þe better,\nBot syn I am put to a poynt þat pouerte hatte,\nI schal me poruay pacyence, & play me with boþe;\nFor in þe tyxte, þere þyse two arn in teme layde,\nHit arn fettled in on forme, þe forme & þe laste,\n& by quest of her quoyntyse enquylen on mede,\n& als in myn vpynyoun hit arn of on kynde;\nFor þer as pouert hir proferes ho nyl be put vtter,\nBot lenge where-so-euer hir lyst, lyke oþer greme,\n& þere as pouert enpresses, þaȝ mon pyne þynk,\nMuch maugre his mun, he mot nede suffer,\nThus pouerte & pacyence arn nedes play-feres.\nSyþen I am sette with hem samen, suffer me by-houes,\nÞenne is me lyȝtloker hit lyke & her lotes prayse,\nÞenne wyþer wyth & be wroth & þe wers haue.\nȜif me be dyȝt a destyné due to haue,\nWhat dowes me þe dedayn, oþer dispit make?\nOþer ȝif my lege lorde lyst on lyue me to bidde,\nOþer to ryde, oþer to renne, to rome in his ernde,\nWhat grayþed me þe grychchyng bot grame more seche?\nMuch ȝif he me ne made, maugref my chekes,\n& þenne þrat moste I þole, & vnþonk to mede,\nÞe[t] had bowed to his bode, bongre my hyure.\nDid not Ionas in Iude suche Iape sum-whyle,\nTo sette hym to sewrte, vnsounde he hym feches?\nWyl ȝe tary a lyttel tyme & tent me a whyle,\nI schal wysse yow þer-wyth as holy wryt telles.\nHit bi-tydde sum-tyme in þe termes of Iude,\nIonas ioyned watȝ þer-inne ientyle prophete;\nGoddes glam to hym glod, þat hym vnglad made,\nWith a roghlych rurd rowned in his ere;\n“Rys radly,” he says, “& rayke forth euen,\nNym þe way to nynyue, wyth-outen oþer speche,\n& in þat cete my saȝes soghe alle aboute,\nÞat, in þat place at þe poynt, I put in þi hert;\nFor Iwysse hit arn so wykke þat in þat won dowelleȝ,\n& her malys is so much I may not abide,\nBot venge me on her vilanye & venym bilyue;\nNow sweȝe me þider swyftly & say me þis arende.”\nWhen þat steuen watȝ stynt, þat stowned his mynde,\nAl he wrathed in his wyt & wyþerly he þoȝt,\nIf I bowe to his bode & bryng hem þis tale,\n& I be Nummen in Nuniue, my nyes begynes;\nHe telles me þose traytoures arn typped schrewes,\nI com wyth þose tyþynges, þay ta me bylyue,\nPyneȝ me in a prysoun, put me in stokkes,\nWryþe me in a warlok, wrast out myn yȝen.\nÞis is a meruayl message a man for to preche,\nAmonge enmyes so mony & mansed fendes;\nBot if my gaynlych god such gref to me wolde,\nFor desert of sum sake þat I slayn were,\nAt alle peryles, quod þe prophete, I aproche hit no nerre,\nI wyl me sum oþer waye, þat he ne wayte after;\nI schal tee in-to tarce, & tary þere a whyle,\n& lyȝtly, when I am lest, he letes me alone.\nÞenne he ryses radly, & raykes bilyue\nIonas toward port Iaph, ay Ianglande for tene,\nÞat he nolde þole, for no-þyng, non of þose pynes,\nÞaȝ þe fader þat hym formed were fale of his hele.\n“Oure syre syttes,” he says, “on sege so hyȝe\nIn his g[l]wande glorye, & gloumbes ful lyttel,\nÞaȝ I be nummen in nuniue & naked dispoyled,\nOn rode rwly to-rent, with rybaudes mony.”\nÞus he passes to þat port, his passage to seche,\nFyndes he a fayr schyp to þe fare redy;\nMaches hym with þe maryneres, makes her paye,\nFor to towe hym in-to tarce, as tyd as þay myȝt.\nThen he tron on þo tres & þay her tramme ruchen,\nCachen vp þe crossayl, cables þay fasten,\nWiȝt at þe wyndlas weȝen her ankres,\nSprude spak to þe sprete þe spare bawe-lyne,\nGederen to þe gyde ropes, þe grete cloþ falles;\nÞay layden in on ladde-borde & þe lofe wynnes.\nÞe blyþe breþe at her bak þe bosum he fyndes,\nHe swenges me þys swete schip swefte fro þe hauen.\nWatȝ neuer so Ioyful a Iue, as Ionas watȝ þenne,\nÞat þe daunger of dryȝtyn so derfly ascaped;\nHe wende wel þat þat wyȝ þat al þe world planted,\nHade no maȝt in þat mere no man forto greue.\nLo! þe wytles wrechche, for he wolde noȝt suffer,\nNow hatȝ he put hym in plyt of peril wel more;\nHit watȝ a wenyng vn-war þat welt in his mynde,\nÞaȝ he were soȝt fro samarye þat god seȝ no fyrre,\nȜise he blusched ful brode, þat burde hym by sure,\nÞat ofte kyd hym þe carpe þat kyng sayde,\nDyngne dauid on des, þat demed þis speche,\nIn a psalme þat he set þe sauter with-inne;\nO Foleȝ in folk feleȝ oþer whyle,\n& vnderstondes vmbe-stounde, þaȝ he be stape fole,\nHope ȝe þat he heres not þat eres alle made?\nHit may not be þat he is blynde þat bigged vche yȝe.\nBot he dredes no dynt þat dotes for elde,\nFor he watȝ fer in þe flod foundande to tarce;\nBot, I trow, ful tyd, ouer-tan þat he were,\nSo þat schomely to schort he schote of his ame.\nFor þe welder of wyt, þat wot alle þynges,\nÞat ay wakes & waytes, at wylle hatȝ he slyȝtes;\nHe calde on þat ilk crafte he carf with his hondes,\nÞay wakened wel þe wroþeloker, for wroþely he cleped:\n“Ewrus & aquiloun, þat on est sittes,\nBlowes boþe at my bode vpon blo watteres.”\nÞenne watȝ no tom þer bytwene his tale & her dede,\nSo bayn wer þay boþe two, his bone for to wyrk.\nAn-on out of þe norþ est þe noys bigynes,\nWhen boþe breþes con blowe vpon blo watteres;\nRoȝ rakkes þer ros with rudnyng an-vnder,\nÞe see souȝed ful sore, gret selly to here;\nÞe wyndes on þe wonne water so wrastel to-geder,\nÞat þe wawes ful wode waltered so hiȝe,\n& efte busched to þe abyme þat breed fysches;\nDurst nowhere for roȝ arest at þe bothem.\nWhen þe breth & þe brok & þe bote metten,\nHit watȝ a ioyles gyn þat Ionas watȝ inne,\nFor hit reled on roun[d] vpon þe roȝe yþes.\nÞe bur ber to hit baft þat braste alle her gere,\nÞen hurled on a hepe þe helme & þe sterne,\nFurst to murte mony rop & þe mast after.\nÞe sayl sweyed on þe see, þenne suppe bihoued\nÞe coge of þe colde water, & þenne þe cry ryses;\nȜet coruen þay þe cordes & kest al þer-oute.\nMony ladde þer forth-lep to laue & to kest,\nScopen out þe scaþel water, þat fayn scape wolde;\nFor be monnes lode neuer so luþer, þe lyf is ay swete.\nÞer watȝ busy ouer-borde bale to kest\nHer bagges, & her feþer beddes, & her bryȝt wedes,\nHer kysttes, & her coferes, her caraldes alle,\n& al to lyȝten þat lome, ȝif leþe wolde schape;\nBot euer watȝ ilyche loud þe lot of þe wyndes,\n& euer wroþer þe water, & wodder þe stremes.\nÞen þo wery for-wroȝt wyst no bote,\nBot vchon glewed on his god þat gayned hym beste;\nSumme to vernagu þer vouched a-vowes solemne,\nSumme to diana deuout, & derf nepturne,\nTo mahoun & to mergot, þe mone & þe sunne,\n& vche lede as he loued & layde had his hert.\nÞenne bispeke þe spakest dispayred wel nere:\nI leue here be sum losynger, sum lawles wrech,\nÞat hatȝ greued his god & gotȝ here amonge vus;\nLo al synkes in his synne & for his sake marres!\nI lovne þat we lay lotes on ledes vchone,\n& who-so lympes þe losse, lay hym þer-oute;\n& quen þe gulty is gon what may gome trawe,\nBot he þat rules þe rak may rwe on þose oþer?\nÞis watȝ sette in asent, & sembled þay were,\nHerȝed out of vche hyrne to hent þat falles.\nA lodes-mon lyȝtly lep vnder hachches,\nFor to layte mo ledes & hem to lote bryng,\nBot hym fayled no freke þat he fynde myȝt,\nSaf Ionas þe Iwe þat Iowked in derne.\nHe watȝ flowen for ferde of þe flode lotes\nIn-to þe boþem of þe bot, & on a brede lyggede,\nOn helde by þe hurrok, for þe heuen wrache,\nSlypped vpon a sloumbe, selepe, & sloberande he routes.\nÞe freke hym frunt with his fot & bede hym ferk vp,\nÞer ragnel in his rakentes hym rere of his dremes;\nBi þe haspede he hentes hym þenne,\n& broȝt hym vp by þe brest & vpon borde sette,\nArayned hym ful runyschly what raysoun he hade\nIn such slaȝtes of sorȝe to slepe so faste;\nSone haf þay her sortes sette & serelych deled,\n& ay þe lote, vpon laste, lymped on Ionas.\nÞenne ascryed þay hym sckete, & asked ful loude,\n“What þe deuel hatȝ þou don, doted wrech?\nWhat seches þou on see, synful schrewe,\nWith þy lastes so luþer to lose vus vchone?\nHatȝ þou, gome, no gouernour ne god on to calle,\nÞat þou þus slydes on slepe when þou slayn worþes?\nOf what londe art þou lent, what laytes þou here\nWhyder in worlde þat þou wylt, & what is þyn arnde?\nLo þy dom is þe dyȝt, for þy dedes ille!\nDo gyf glory to þy godde, er þou glyde hens.”\n“I am an Ebru,” quod he, “of Israyl borne;\nÞat wyȝe I worchyp, Iwysse, þat wroȝt alle þynges,\nAlle þe worlde with þe welkyn, þe wynde & þe sternes,\n& alle þat woneȝ þer with-inne, at a worde one.\nAlle þis meschef for me is made at þys tyme,\nFor I haf greued my god & gulty am founden;\nFor-þy bereȝ me to þe borde, & baþeþes me þer-oute,\nEr gete ȝe no happe, I hope forsoþe.”\nHe ossed hym by vnnynges þat þay vnder-nomen,\nÞat he watȝ flawen fro þe face of frelych dryȝtyn;\nÞenne such a ferde on hem fel & flayed hem with-inne,\nÞat þay ruyt hym to rowwe & letten þe rynk one.\nHaþeles hyȝed in haste with ores ful longe,\nSyn her sayl watȝ hem aslypped on sydeȝ to rowe;\nHef & hale vpon hyȝt to helpen hym seluen,\nBot al watȝ nedles note, þat nolde not bityde:\nIn bluber of þe blo flod bursten her ores,\nÞenne hade þay noȝt in her honde þat hem help myȝt;\nÞenne nas no coumfort to keuer, ne counsel non oþer,\nBot ionas in-to his Iuis Iugge bylyue.\nFyrst þay prayen to þe prynce þat prophetes seruen,\nÞat he gef hem þe grace to greuen hym neuer,\nÞat þay in baleleȝ blod þer blenden her handeȝ,\nÞaȝ þat haþel wer his, þat þay here quelled.\nTyd by top & bi to þay token hym synne,\nIn-to þat lodlych loȝe þay luche hym sone;\nHe watȝ no tytter out-tulde þat tempest ne sessed,\nÞe se saȝtled þer-with, as sone as ho moȝt.\nÞenne þaȝ her takel were torne, þat totered on yþeȝ,\nStyffe stremes & streȝt hem strayned a whyle,\nÞat drof hem dryȝlych adoun þe depe to serue,\nTyl a swetter ful swyþe hem sweȝed to bonk.\nÞer watȝ louyng on lofte, when þay þe londe wonnen,\nTo oure mercyable god, on moyses wyse,\nWith sacrafyse vp-set, & solempne vowes,\n& graunted hym vn-to be god & graythly non oþer;\nÞaȝ þay be Iolef for Ioye, Ionas ȝet dredes,\nÞaȝ he nolde suffer no sore, his seele is on anter;\nFor what-so worþed of þat wyȝe, fro he in water dipped,\nHit were a wonder to wene, ȝif holy wryt nere.\nNow is ionas þe Iwe Iugged to drowne;\nOf þat schended schyp men schowued hym sone.\nA wylde walterande whal, as wyrde þen schaped,\nÞat watȝ beten fro þe abyme, bi þat bot flotte,\n& watȝ war of þat wyȝe þat þe water soȝte,\n& swyftely swenged hym to swepe & his swolȝ opened;\nÞe folk ȝet haldande his fete þe fysch hym tyd hentes,\nWith-outen towche of any tothe he tult in his þrote.\nThenne he swengeȝ & swayues to þe se boþem,\nBi mony rokkeȝ ful roȝe & rydelande strondes,\nWyth þe mon in his mawe, malskred in drede.\nAs lyttel wonder hit watȝ ȝif he wo dreȝed,\nFor nade þe hyȝe heuen kyng, þurȝ his honde myȝt,\nWarded þis wrech man in warlowes gutteȝ,\nWhat lede moȝt lyue bi lawe of any kynde,\nÞat any lyf myȝt be lent so longe hym with-inne?\nBot he watȝ sokored by þat syre þat syttes so hiȝe,\nÞaȝ were wauleȝ of wele, in wombe of þat fissche,\n& also dryuen þurȝ þe depe, & in derk waltereȝ.\nLorde! colde watȝ his cumfort & his care huge,\nFor he knew vche a cace & kark þat hym lymped;\nHow fro þe bot in-to þe blober watȝ with a best lachched,\n& þrwe in at hit þrote, with-outen þret more,\nAs mote in at a munster dor, so mukel wern his chawleȝ,\nHe glydes in by þe giles, þurȝ glaymande glette,\nRelande in by a rop, a rode þat hym þoȝt,\nAy hele ouer hed, hourlande aboute,\nTil he blunt in a blok as brod as a halle;\n& þer he festnes þe fete & fathmeȝ aboute,\n& stod vp in his stomak, þat stank as þe deuel;\nÞer in saym & in sorȝe þat sauoured as helle,\nÞer watȝ bylded his bour, þat wyl no bale suffer;\n& þenne he lurkkes & laytes where watȝ le best,\nIn vche a nok of his nauel, bot nowhere he fyndeȝ\nNo rest ne recouerer, bot ramelande myre,\nIn wych gut so euer he gotȝ; bot euer is god swete;\n& þer he lenged at þe last & to þe lede called.\n“Now prynce, of þy prophete pité þou haue!\nÞaȝ I be fol, & fykel, & falce of my hert,\nDe-woyde now þy vengaunce, þurȝ vertu of rauthe;\nThaȝ I be gulty of gyle as gaule of prophetes,\nÞou art god, & alle gowdeȝ ar grayþely þyn owen;\nHaf now mercy of þy man & his mys-dedes,\n& preue þe lyȝtly a lorde, in londe & in water.”\nWith þat he hitte to a hyrne & helde hym þer-inne,\nÞer no de-foule of no fylþe watȝ fest hym abute;\nÞer he sete also sounde, saf for merk one,\nAs in þe bulk of þe bote, þer he by-fore sleped.\nSo in a bouel of þat best he bideȝ on lyue,\nÞre dayes & þ[r]e nyȝt ay þenkande on dryȝtyn,\nHis myȝt & his merci, his mesure þenne;\nNow he knaweȝ hym in care þat couþe not in sele.\nAnde euer walteres þis whal bi wyldren depe,\nÞurȝ mony a regioun ful roȝe, þurȝ ronk of his wylle,\nFor þat mote in his mawe mad hym, I trowe,\nÞaȝ hit lyttel were, hym wyth to wamel at his hert,\nAnde assayled þe segge; ay sykerly he herde\nÞe bygge borne on his bak & bete on his sydes;\nÞen a prayer ful prest þe prophete þer maked\nOn þis wyse, as I wene, his wordeȝ were mony:\n“Lorde to þe haf I cleped, in careȝ ful stronge,\nOut of þe hole þou me herde, of hellen wombe\nI calde, & þou knew myn vncler steuen;\nÞou dipteȝ me of þe depe se, in-to þe dymme hert,\nÞe grete flem of þy flod folded me vmbe;\nAlle þe goteȝ of þy guferes, & groundeleȝ powleȝ,\n& þy stryuande stremeȝ of stryndeȝ so mony,\nIn on daschande dam, dryueȝ me ouer;\n& ȝet I say, as I seet in þe se boþem,\n‘Care-ful am I kest out fro þy cler yȝen\n& deseuered fro þy syȝt; ȝet surely I hope,\nEfte to trede on þy temple & teme to þy seluen.’\nI am wrapped in water to my wo stoundeȝ,\nÞe abyme byndes þe body þat I byde inne;\nÞe pure poplande hourle playes on my heued,\nTo laste mere of vche a mount man am I fallen;\nÞe barreȝ of vche a bonk ful bigly me haldes,\nÞat I may lachche no lont & þou my lyf weldes;\nÞou schal releue me renk, whil þy ryȝt slepeȝ,\nÞurȝ myȝt of þy mercy þat mukel is to tryste.\nFor when þacces of anguych watȝ hid in my sawle,\nÞenne I remembred me ryȝt of my rych lorde,\nPrayande him for peté his prophete to here,\nÞat in-to his holy hous myn orisoun moȝt entre.\nI haf meled with þy maystres mony longe day,\nBot now I wot wyterly, þat þose vnwyse ledes\nÞat affyen hym in vanyté & in vayne þynges,\nFor þink þat mountes to noȝt, her mercy forsaken;\nBot I dewoutly awowe þat verray betȝ halden,\nSoberly to do þe sacrafyse when I schal saue worþe,\n& offer þe for my hele a ful hol gyfte,\n& halde goud þat þou me hetes; haf here my trauthe.”\nThenne oure fader to þe fysch ferslych biddeȝ,\nÞat he hym sput spakly vpon spare drye;\nÞe whal wendeȝ at his wylle & a warþe fyndeȝ,\n& þer he brakeȝ vp þe buyrne, as bede hym oure lorde.\nÞenne he swepe to þe sonde in sluchched cloþes,\nHit may wel be þat mester were his mantyle to wasche;\nÞe bonk þat he blosched to & bode hym bisyde,\nWern of þe regiounes ryȝt þat he renayed hade;\nÞenne a wynde of goddeȝ worde efte þe wyȝe bruxleȝ,\n“Nylt þou neuer to nuniue bi no-kynneȝ wayeȝ?”\n“Ȝisse lorde,” quod þe lede, “lene me þy grace\nFor to go at þi gre, me gayneȝ non oþer.”\n“Ris, aproche þen to prech, lo þe place here!\nLo! my lore is in þe loke, lance hit þer-inne.”\nÞenne þe renk radly ros as he myȝt,\n& to niniue þat naȝt he neȝed ful euen;\nHit watȝ a ceté ful syde & selly of brede,\nOn to þrenge þer-þurȝe watȝ þre dayes dede.\nÞat on Iournay ful Ioynt Ionas hym ȝede,\nEr euer he warpped any worde to wyȝe þat he mette,\n& þenne he cryed so cler, þat kenne myȝt alle;\nÞe trwe tenor of his teme he tolde on þis wyse:\n“Ȝet schal forty dayeȝ fully fare to an ende,\n& þenne schal Niniue be nomen & to noȝt worþe;\nTruly þis ilk toun schal tylte to grounde,\nVp-so-doun schal ȝe dumpe depe to þe abyme,\nTo be swolȝed swyftly wyth þe swart erþe,\n& alle þat lyuyes here-inne lose þe swete.”\nÞis speche sprang in þat space & spradde alle aboute,\nTo borges & to bacheleres, þat in þat burȝ lenged;\nSuch a hidor hem bent & a hatel drede,\nÞat al chaunged her chere & chylled at þe hert.\nÞe segge sesed not ȝet, bot sayde euer ilyche\n“Þe verray vengaunce of god schal voyde þis place.”\nÞenne þe peple pitosly pleyned ful stylle,\n& for þe drede of dryȝtyn doured in hert;\nHeter hayreȝ þay hent þat asperly bited,\n& þose þay bounden to her bak & to her bare sydeȝ,\nDropped dust on her hede & dymly bisoȝten,\nÞat þat penaunce plesed him þat playneȝ on her wronge.\n& ay he cryes in þat kyth tyl þe kyng herde;\n& he radly vp-ros & ran fro his chayer,\nHis ryche robe he to-rof of his rigge naked,\n& of a hep of askes he hitte in þe myddeȝ;\nHe askeȝ heterly a hayre & hasped hym vmbe,\nSewed a sekke þer abof, & syked ful colde;\nÞer he dased in þat duste, with droppande teres,\nWepande ful wonderly alle his wrange dedes.\nÞenne sayde he to his seriauntes, “samnes yow bilyue,\nDo dryue out a decre demed of my seluen,\nÞat alle þe bodyes þat ben with-inne þis borȝ quyk,\nBoþe burnes & bestes, burdeȝ & childer,\nVch prynce, vche prest & prelates alle,\nAlle faste frely for her falce werkes;\nSeseȝ childer of her sok, soghe hem so neuer,\nNe best bite on no brom, ne no bent nauþer,\nPasse to no pasture, ne pike non erbes,\nNe non oxe to no hay, ne no horse to water;\nAl schal crye for-clemmed, with alle oure clere strenþe,\nÞe rurd schal ryse to hym þat rawþe schal haue;\nWhat wote oþer wyte may ȝif þe wyȝe lykes,\nÞat is hende in þe hyȝt of his gentryse?\nI wot his myȝt is so much, þaȝ he be mysse-payed,\nÞat in his mylde amesyng he mercy may fynde;\n& if we leuen þe layk of oure layth synnes,\n& stylle steppen in þe styȝe he styȝtleȝ hym seluen,\nHe wyl wende of his wodschip, & his wrath leue,\n& for-gif vus þis gult ȝif we hym god leuen.”\nÞenne al leued on his lawe & laften her synnes,\nPar-formed alle þe penaunce þat þe prynce radde;\n& god þurȝ his godnesse forgef as he sayde,\nÞaȝ he oþer bihyȝt, [&] with-helde his vengaunce.\nMuche sorȝe þenne satteled vpon segge Ionas,\nHe wex as wroth as þe wynde towarde oure lorde,\nSo hatȝ anger onhit his hert; he calleȝ\nA prayer to þe hyȝe prynce, for pyne, on þys wyse:\n“I biseche þe syre now þou self iugge,\nWatȝ not þis ilk my worde þat worþen is nouþe,\nÞat I kest in my cuntre, when þou þy carp sendeȝ,\nÞat I schulde tee to þys toun, þi talent to preche?\nWel knew I þi cortaysye, þy quoynt soffraunce.\nÞy bounté of debonerté & þy bene grace,\nÞy longe abydyng wyth lur, þy late vengaunce,\n& ay þy mercy is mete, be mysse neuer so huge.\nI wyst wel when I hade worded quatsoeuer I cowþe,\nTo manace alle þise mody men þat in þis mote dowelleȝ,\nWyth a prayer & a pyne þay myȝt her pese gete,\n& þer-fore I wolde haf flowen fer in-to tarce.\nNow lorde lach out my lyf, hit lastes to longe,\nBed me bilyue my bale stour, & bryng me on ende,\nFor me were swetter to swelt, as swyþe as me þynk,\nÞen lede lenger þi lore, þat þus me les makeȝ.”\nÞe soun of oure souerayn þen swey in his ere,\nÞat vpbraydes þis burne vpon a breme wyse:\n“Herk renk! is þis ryȝt so ronkly to wrath,\nFor any dede þat I haf don oþer demed þe ȝet?”\nIonas al Ioyles & Ianglande vp-ryses\n& haldeȝ out on est half of þe hyȝe place,\n& farandely on a felde he fetteleȝ hym to bide,\nFor to wayte on þat won what schulde worþe after.\nÞer he busked hym a bour, þe best þat he myȝt,\nOf hay & of euer-ferne & erbeȝ a fewe,\nFor hit watȝ playn in þat place for plyande greueȝ,\nFor to schylde fro þe schene, oþer any schade keste.\nHe bowed vnder his lyttel boþe, his bak to þe sunne,\n& þer he swowed & slept sadly al nyȝt,\nÞe whyle god of his grace ded growe of þat soyle,\nÞe fayrest bynde hym abof þat euer burne wyste.\nWhen þe dawande day dryȝtyn con sende,\nÞenne wakened þe wyȝ vnder wodbynde,\nLoked alofte on þe lef þat lylled grene;\nSuch a lefsel of lof neuer lede hade,\nFor hit watȝ brod at þe boþem, boȝted onlofte,\nHapped vpon ayþer half a hous as hit were,\nA nos on þe norþ syde & nowhere non elleȝ,\nBot al schet in a schaȝe þat schaded ful cole.\nÞe gome glyȝt on þe grene graciouse leues,\nÞat euer wayued a wynde so wyþe & so cole;\nÞe schyre sunne hit vmbe-schon, þaȝ no schafte myȝt\nÞe mountaunce of a lyttel mote, vpon þat man schyne,\nÞenne watȝ þe gome so glad of his gay logge,\nLys loltrande þer-inne, lokande to toune,\nSo blyþe of his wodbynde he balteres þer vnde[r],\nÞat of no diete þat day þe deuel haf, he roȝt;\n& euer he laȝed as he loked þe loge alle aboute,\n& wysched hit were in his kyth, þer he wony schulde,\nOn heȝe vpon Effraym oþer ermonnes hilleȝ,\n“I-wysse a worþloker won to welde I neuer keped.”\n& quen hit neȝed to naȝt nappe hym bihoued;\nHe slydeȝ on a sloumbe, slep sloghe vnder leues,\nWhil god wayned a worme þat wrot vpe þe rote,\n& wyddered watȝ þe wodbynde bi þat þe wyȝe wakned;\n& syþen he warneȝ þe west to waken ful softe,\n& sayeȝ vnte ȝeferus þat he syfle warme,\nÞat þer quikken no cloude bi-fore þe cler sunne,\n& ho schal busch vp ful brode & brenne as a candel.\nÞen wakened þe wyȝe of his wyl dremes,\n& blusched to his wodbynde þat broþely watȝ marred,\nAl welwed & wasted þo worþelych leues;\nÞe schyre sunne hade hem schent, er euer þe schalk wyst,\n& þen hef vp þe hete & heterly brenned;\nÞe warm wynde of þe weste wertes he swyþeȝ.\nÞe man marred on þe molde þat moȝt hym not hyde,\nHis wodbynde watȝ away, he weped for sorȝe,\n“With hatel anger & hot, heterly he calleȝ:\nA! þou maker of man, what maystery þe þynkeȝ\nÞus þy freke to forfare forbi alle oþer,\nWith alle meschef þat þou may, neuer þou me spareȝ?\nI keuered me a cumfort þat now is caȝt fro me,\nMy wod-bynde so wlonk þat wered my heued,\nBot now I se þou art sette my solace to reue;\nWhy ne dyȝtteȝ þou me to diȝe; I dure to longe?”\nȜet oure lorde to þe lede lansed a speche:\n“Is þis ryȝt-wys þou renk, alle þy ronk noyse,\nSo wroth for a wodbynde to wax so sone,\nWhy art þou so waymot wyȝe for so lyttel?”\n“Hit is not lyttel,” quod þe lede, “bot lykker to ryȝt,\nI wolde I were of þis worlde wrapped in moldeȝ.”\n“Þenne byþenk þe mon, if þe for-þynk sore,\nIf I wolde help my honde werk, haf þou no wonder;\nÞou art waxen so wroth for þy wod-bynde,\n& trauayledeȝ neuer to tent hit þe tyme of an howre,\nBot at a wap hit here wax & away at an oþer,\n& ȝet lykeȝ þe so luþer, þi lyf woldeȝ þou tyne;\nÞenne wyte not me for þe werk þat I hit wolde help,\n& rwe on þo redles þat remen for synne.\nFyrst I made hem myself of materes myn one,\n& syþen I loked hem ful longe & hem on lode hade;\n& if I my trauayl schulde tyne of termes so longe,\n& type doun ȝonder toun when hit turned were,\nÞe sor of such a swete place burde synk to my hert,\nSo mony malicious mon as mourneȝ þer-inne;\n& of þat soumme ȝet arn summe such sotteȝ for madde,\nAs lyttel barneȝ on barme þat neuer bale wroȝt,\n& wymmen vnwytté þat wale ne couþe\nÞat on hande fro þat oþer for alle þis hyȝe worlde,\nBitwene þe stele & þe stayre disserne noȝt cunen,\nWhat rule renes in roun bitwene þe ryȝt hande\n& his lyfte, þaȝ his lyf schulde lost be þer-for;\n& als þer ben doumbe besteȝ in þe burȝ mony,\nÞat may not synne in no syt hem seluen to greue,\nWhy schulde I wrath wyth hem, syþen wyȝeȝ wyl torne,\n& cum & cnawe me for kyng, & my carpe leue?\nWer I as hastif a[s] þou, heere were harme lumpen,\nCouþe I not þole bot as þou þer þryued ful fewe;\nI may not be so mal[i]cious & mylde be halden,\nFor malyse is noȝ[t] to mayntyne boute mercy withinne;\nBe noȝt so gryndel god man, bot go forth þy wayes.”\nBe preue & be pacient, in payne & in Ioye,\nFor he þat is to rakel to renden his cloþeȝ,\nMot efte sitte with more vn-sounde to sewe hem togeder.\nFor-þy when pouerté me enpreceȝ & payneȝ in-noȝe,\nFul softly with suffraunce saȝttel me bihoueȝ,\nFor þe penaunce & payne to preue hit in syȝt,\nÞat pacience is a nobel poynt, þaȝ hit displese ofte. Amen.","themes":["hope","spirituality","loneliness"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/files/30282/30282-h/poems.html#patience","sourceId":"pearl-manuscript","sourceEdition":"Early English Alliterative Poems, edited by Richard Morris (1864), Project Gutenberg 30282","sourceLocator":"patience","sourceNote":"Pearl, Cleanness and Patience in Middle English, as three complete readings. Marginal summaries, line numbers, running heads and notes excluded. 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No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"gawain-complete","title":"Sir Gawain and the Green Knight","poet":"Gawain poet (anonymous)","lang":"en","form":"Middle English poem","text":"Siþen þe sege & þe assaut watȝ sesed at Troye,\nÞe borȝ brittened & brent to brondeȝ & askeȝ,\nÞe tulk þat þe trammes of tresoun þer wroȝt,\nWatȝ tried for his tricherie, þe trewest on erthe;\nHit watȝ Ennias þe athel, & his highe kynde,\nÞat siþen depreced prouinces, & patrounes bicome\nWelneȝe of al þe wele in þe west iles,\nFro riche Romulus to Rome ricchis hym swyþe,\nWith gret bobbaunce þat burȝe he biges vpon fyrst,\n& neuenes hit his aune nome, as hit now hat;\nTicius to Tuskan [turnes,] & teldes bigynnes;\nLangaberde in Lumbardie lyftes vp homes;\n& fer ouer þe French flod Felix Brutus\nOn mony bonkkes ful brode Bretayn he setteȝ,\nwyth wynne;\nWhere werre, & wrake, & wonder,\nBi syþeȝ hatȝ wont þer-inne,\n& oft boþe blysse & blunder\nFul skete hatȝ skyfted synne.\n\nAnde quen þis Bretayn watȝ bigged bi þis burn rych,\nBolde bredden þer-inne, baret þat lofden,\nIn mony turned tyme tene þat wroȝten;\nMo ferlyes on þis folde han fallen here oft\nÞen in any oþer þat I wot, syn þat ilk tyme.\nBot of alle þat here bult of Bretaygne kynges\nAy watȝ Arthur þe hendest; as I haf herde telle;\nFor-þi an aunter in erde I attle to schawe,\nÞat a selly in siȝt summe men hit holden,\n& an outtrage awenture of Arthureȝ wondereȝ;\nIf ȝe wyl lysten þis laye bot on littel quile,\nI schal telle hit, as-tit, as I in toun herde,\nwith tonge;\nAs hit is stad & stoken,\nIn stori stif & stronge,\nWith lel letteres loken,\nIn londe so hatȝ ben longe.\n\nÞis kyng lay at Camylot vpon kryst-masse,\nWith mony luflych lorde, ledeȝ of þe best,\nRekenly of þe rounde table alle þo rich breþer,\nWith rych reuel oryȝt, & rechles merþes;\nÞer tournayed tulkes bi-tymeȝ ful mony,\nIusted ful Iolilé þise gentyle kniȝtes,\nSyþen kayred to þe court, caroles to make.\nFor þer þe fest watȝ ilyche ful fiften dayes,\nWith alle þe mete & þe mirþe þat men couþe a-vyse;\nSuch glaumande gle glorious to here,\nDere dyn vp-on day, daunsyng on nyȝtes,\nAl watȝ hap vpon heȝe in halleȝ & chambreȝ,\nWith lordeȝ & ladies, as leuest him þoȝt;\nWith all þe wele of þe worlde þay woned þer samen,\nÞe most kyd knyȝteȝ vnder kryste seluen,\n& þe louelokkest ladies þat euer lif haden,\n& he þe comlokest kyng þat þe court haldes;\nFor al watȝ þis fayre folk in her first age,\non sille;\nÞe hapnest vnder heuen,\nKyng hyȝest mon of wylle,\nHit were1 now gret nye to neuen\nSo hardy a here on hille.\n\nWyle nw ȝer watȝ so ȝep þat hit watȝ nwe cummen,\nÞat day doubble on þe dece watȝ þe douth serued,\nFro þe kyng watȝ cummen with knyȝtes in to þe halle,\nÞe chauntre of þe chapel cheued to an ende;\nLoude crye watȝ þer kest of clerkeȝ & oþer,\nNowel nayted o-newe, neuened ful ofte;\n& syþen riche forth runnen to reche honde-selle,\nȜeȝed ȝeres ȝiftes on hiȝ, ȝelde hem bi hond,\nDebated busyly aboute þo giftes;\nLadies laȝed ful loude, þoȝ þay lost haden,\n& he þat wan watȝ not wrothe, þat may ȝe wel trawe.\nAlle þis mirþe þay maden to þe mete tyme;\nWhen þay had waschen, worþyly þay wenten to sete,\nÞe best burne ay abof, as hit best semed;\nWhene Guenore ful gay, grayþed in þe myddes.\nDressed on þe dere des, dubbed al aboute,\nSmal sendal bisides, a selure hir ouer\nOf tryed Tolouse, of Tars tapites in-noghe,\nÞat were enbrawded & beten wyth þe best gemmes,\nÞat myȝt be preued of prys wyth penyes to bye,\nin daye;\nÞe comlokest to discrye,\nÞer glent with yȝen gray,\nA semloker þat euer he syȝe,\nSoth moȝt no mon say.\n\nBot Arthure wolde not ete til al were serued,\nHe watȝ so Ioly of his Ioyfnes, & sum-quat child gered,\nHis lif liked hym lyȝt, he louied þe lasse\nAuþer to lenge lye, or to longe sitte,\nSo bi-sied him his ȝonge blod & his brayn wylde;\n& also anoþer maner meued him eke,\nÞat he þurȝ nobelay had nomen, ho wolde neuer ete\nVpon such a dere day, er hym deuised were\nOf sum auenturus þyng an vncouþe tale,\nOf sum mayn meruayle, þat he myȝt trawe,\nOf1 alderes, of armes, of oþer auenturus,\nOþer sum segg hym bi-soȝt of sum siker knyȝt,\nTo Ioyne wyth hym in iustyng in Iopardé to lay,\nLede lif for lyf, leue vchon oþer,\nAs fortune wolde fulsun hom þe fayrer to haue.\nÞis watȝ [þe] kynges countenaunce where he in court were,\nAt vch farand fest among his fre meny,\nin halle;\nÞer-fore of face so fere.\nHe stiȝtleȝ stif in stalle,\nFul ȝep in þat nw ȝere,\nMuch mirthe he mas with alle.\n\nThus þer stondes in stale þe stif kyng his-seluen,\nTalkkande bifore þe hyȝe table of trifles ful hende\nThere gode Gawan watȝ grayþed, Gwenore bisyde\n& Agrauayn a la dure mayn on þat oþer syde sittes\nBoþe þe kynges sister sunes, & ful siker kniȝtes;\nBischop Bawdewyn abof bi-gineȝ þe table,\n& Ywan, Vryn son, ette wit hym-seluen;\nÞise were diȝt on þe des, & derworþly serued,\n& siþen mony siker segge at þe sidbordeȝ.\nÞen þe first cors come with crakkyng of trumpes,\nWyth mony baner ful bryȝt, þat þer-bi henged,\nNwe nakryn noyse with þe noble pipes,\nWylde werbles & wyȝt wakned lote,\nÞat mony hert ful hiȝe hef at her towches;\nDayntes dryuen þer-wyth of ful dere metes,\nFoysoun of þe fresche, & on so fele disches,\nÞat pine to fynde þe place þe peple bi-forne\nFor to sette þe syluener,1 þat sere sewes halden,\non clothe;\nIche lede as he loued hym-selue\nÞer laght with-outen loþe,\nAy two had disches twelue,\nGood ber, & bryȝt wyn boþe.\n\nNow wyl I of hor seruise say yow no more,\nFor vch wyȝe may wel wit no wont þat þer were;\nAn oþer noyse ful newe neȝed biliue,\nÞat þe lude myȝt haf leue lif-lode to cach.\nFor vneþe watȝ þe noyce not a whyle sesed,\n& þe fyrst cource in þe court kyndely serued,\nÞer hales in at þe halle dor an aghlich mayster,\nOn þe most on þe molde on mesure hyghe;\nFro þe swyre to þe swange so sware & so þik,\n& his lyndes & his lymes so longe & so grete,\nHalf etayn in erde I hope þat he were.\nBot mon most I algate mynn hym to bene,\n& þat þe myriest in his muckel þat myȝt ride;\nFor of bak & of brest al were his bodi sturne,\nBot his wombe & his wast were worthily smale,\n& alle his fetures folȝande, in forme þat he hade,\nful clene;\nFor wonder of his hwe men hade,\nSet in his semblaunt sene;\nHe ferde as freke were fade,\n& ouer-al enker grene.\n\nAnde al grayþed in grene þis gome & his wedes,\nA strayt cote ful streȝt, þat stek on his sides,\nA mere mantile abof, mensked with-inne,\nWith pelure pured apert þe pane ful clene,\nWith blyþe blaunner ful bryȝt, & his hod boþe,\nÞat watȝ laȝt fro his lokkeȝ, & layde on his schulderes\nHeme wel haled, hose of þat same grene,\nÞat spenet on his sparlyr, & clene spures vnder,\nOf bryȝt golde, vpon silk bordes, barred ful ryche\n& scholes vnder schankes, þere þe schalk rides;\n& alle his vesture uerayly watȝ clene verdure,\nBoþe þe barres of his belt & oþer blyþe stones,\nÞat were richely rayled in his aray clene,\nAboutte hym-self & his sadel, vpon silk werkeȝ,\nÞat were to tor for to telle of tryfles þe halue,\nÞat were enbrauded abof, wyth bryddes & flyȝes,\nWith gay gaudi of grene, þe golde ay in myddes;\nÞe pendauntes of his payttrure, þe proude cropure\nHis molaynes, & alle þe metail anamayld was þenne\nÞe steropes þat he stod on, stayned of þe same,\n& his arsounȝ al after, & his aþel sturtes,\nÞat euer glemered1 & glent al of grene stones.\nÞe fole þat he ferkkes on, fyn of þat ilke,\nsertayn;\nA grene hors gret & þikke,\nA stede ful stif to strayne,\nIn brawden brydel quik,\nTo þe gome he watȝ ful gayn.\n\nWel gay watȝ þis gome gered in grene,\n& þe here of his hed of his hors swete;\nFayre fannand fax vmbe-foldes his schulderes;\nA much berd as1 a busk ouer his brest henges,\nÞat wyth his hiȝlich here, þat of his hed reches,\nWatȝ euesed al vmbe-torne, a-bof his elbowes,\nÞat half his armes þer vnder were halched in þe wyse\nOf a kyngeȝ capados, þat closes his swyre.\nÞe mane of þat mayn hors much to hit lyke,\nWel cresped & cemmed wyth knottes ful mony,\nFolden in wyth fildore aboute þe fayre grene,\nAy a herle of þe here, an oþer of golde;\nÞe tayl & his toppyng twynnen of a sute,\n& bounden boþe wyth a bande of a bryȝt grene,\nDubbed wyth ful dere stoneȝ, as þe dok lasted,\nSyþen þrawen wyth a þwong a þwarle knot alofte,\nÞer mony belleȝ ful bryȝt of brende golde rungen.\nSuch a fole vpon folde, ne freke þat hym rydes,\nWatȝ neuer sene in þat sale wyth syȝt er þat tyme,\nwith yȝe;\nHe loked as layt so lyȝt,\nSo sayd al þat hym syȝe,\nHit semed as no mon myȝt,\nVnder his dyntteȝ dryȝe.\n\nWheþer hade he no helme ne hawb[e]rgh nauþer,\nNe no pysan, ne no plate þat pented to armes,\nNe no schafte, ne no schelde, to schwne ne to smyte,\nBot in his on honde he hade a holyn bobbe,\nÞat is grattest in grene, when greueȝ ar bare,\n& an ax in his oþer, a hoge & vn-mete,\nA spetos sparþe to expoun in spelle quo-so myȝt;\nÞe hede of an elnȝerde þe large lenkþe hade,\nÞe grayn al of grene stele & of golde hewen,\nÞe bit burnyst bryȝt, with a brod egge,\nAs wel schapen to schere as scharp rasores;\nÞe stele of a stif staf þe sturne hit bi-grypte,\nÞat watȝ wounden wyth yrn to þe wandeȝ ende,\n& al bigrauen with grene, in gracios1 werkes;\nA lace lapped aboute, þat louked at þe hede,\n& so after þe halme halched ful ofte,\nWyth tryed tasseleȝ þerto tacched in-noghe,\nOn botounȝ of þe bryȝt grene brayden ful ryche.\nÞis haþel heldeȝ hym in, & þe halle entres,\nDriuande to þe heȝe dece, dut he no woþe,\nHaylsed he neuer one, bot heȝe he ouer loked.\nÞe fyrst word þat he warp, \"wher is,\" he sayd,\n\"Þe gouernour of þis gyng? gladly I wolde\nSe þat segg in syȝt, & with hym self speke\nraysoun.\"\nTo knyȝteȝ he kest his yȝe,\n& reled hym vp & doun,\nHe stemmed & con studie,\nQuo walt þer most renoun.\n\nTher watȝ lokyng on lenþe, þe lude to be-holde,\nFor vch mon had meruayle quat hit mene myȝt,\nÞat a haþel & a horse myȝt such a hwe lach,\nAs growe grene as þe gres & grener hit semed,\nÞen grene aumayl on golde lowande bryȝter;\nAl studied þat þer stod, & stalked hym nerre,\nWyth al þe wonder of þe worlde, what he worch schulde.\nFor fele sellyeȝ had þay sen, bot such neuer are,\nFor-þi for fantoum & fayryȝe þe folk þere hit demed;\nÞer-fore to answare watȝ arȝe mony aþel freke,\n& al stouned at his steuen, & stonstil seten,\nIn a swoghe sylence þurȝ þe sale riche\nAs al were slypped vpon slepe so slaked hor loteȝ\nin hyȝe;\nI deme hit not al for doute,\nBot sum for cortaysye,\nBot let hym þat al schulde loute,\nCast vnto þat wyȝe.\n\nÞenn Arþour bifore þe hiȝ dece þat auenture byholdeȝ,\n& rekenly hym reuerenced, for rad was he neuer,\n& sayde, \"wyȝe, welcum iwys to þis place,\nÞe hede of þis ostel Arthour I hat,\nLiȝt luflych adoun, & lenge, I þe praye,\n& quat so þy wylle is, we schal wyt after.\"\n\"Nay, as help me,\" quod þe haþel, \"he þat on hyȝe syttes,\nTo wone any quyle in þis won, hit watȝ not myn ernde;\nBot for þe los of þe lede is lyft vp so hyȝe,\n& þy burȝ & þy burnes best ar holden,\nStifest vnder stel-gere on stedes to ryde,\nÞe wyȝtest & þe worþyest of þe worldes kynde,\nPreue for to play wyth in oþer pure laykeȝ;\n& here is kydde cortaysye, as I haf herd carp,\n& þat hatȝ wayned me hider, I-wyis, at þis tyme.\nȜe may be seker bi þis braunch þat I bere here,\nÞat I passe as in pes, & no plyȝt seche;\nFor had I founded in fere, in feȝtyng wyse,\nI haue a hauberghe at home & a helme boþe,\nA schelde, & a scharp spere, schinande bryȝt,\nAnde oþer weppenes to welde, I wene wel als,\nBot for I wolde no were, my wedeȝ ar softer.\nBot if þou be so bold as alle burneȝ tellen,\nÞou wyl grant me godly þe gomen þat I ask,\nbi ryȝt.\"\nArthour con onsware,\n& sayd, \"sir cortays knyȝt,\nIf þou craue batayl bare,\nHere fayleȝ þou not to fyȝt.\"\n\n\"Nay, frayst I no fyȝt, in fayth I þe telle,\nHit arn aboute on þis bench bot berdleȝ chylder;\nIf I were hasped in armes on a heȝe stede,\nHere is no mon me to mach, for myȝteȝ so1 wayke.\nFor-þy I craue in þis court a crystmas gomen,\nFor hit is ȝol & nwe ȝer, & here ar ȝep mony;\nIf any so hardy in þis hous holdeȝ hym-seluen,\nBe so bolde in his blod, brayn in hys hede,\nÞat dar stifly strike a strok for an oþer,\nI schal gif hym of my gyft þys giserne ryche,\nÞis ax, þat is heué in-nogh, to hondele as hym lykes,\n& I schal bide þe fyrst bur, as bare as I sitte.\nIf any freke be so felle to fonde þat I telle,\nLepe lyȝtly me to, & lach þis weppen,\nI quit clayme hit for euer, kepe hit as his auen,\n& I schal stonde hym a strok, stif on þis flet,\nElleȝ þou wyl diȝt me þe dom to dele hym an oþer,\nbarlay;\n& ȝet gif hym respite,\nA twelmonyth & a day;—\nNow hyȝe, & let se tite\nDar any her-inne oȝt say.\"\n\nIf he hem stowned vpon fyrst, stiller were þanne\nAlle þe hered-men in halle, þe hyȝ & þe loȝe;\nÞe renk on his rounce hym ruched in his sadel,\n& runisch-ly his rede yȝen he reled aboute,\nBende his bresed broȝeȝ, bly-cande grene,\nWayued his berde for to wayte quo-so wolde ryse.\nWhen non wolde kepe hym with carp he coȝed ful hyȝe,\nAnde rimed hym ful richley, & ryȝt hym to speke:\n\"What, is þis Arþures hous,\" quod þe haþel þenne,\n\"Þat al þe rous rennes of, þurȝ ryalmes so mony?\nWhere is now your sourquydrye & your conquestes,\nYour gry[n]del-layk, & your greme, & your grete wordes?\nNow is þe reuel & þe renoun of þe rounde table\nOuer-walt wyth a worde of on wyȝes speche;\nFor al dares for drede, with-oute dynt schewed!\"\nWyth þis he laȝes so loude, þat þe lorde greued;\nÞe blod schot for scham in-to his schyre face\n& lere;\nHe wex as wroth as wynde,\nSo did alle þat þer were\nÞe kyng as kene bi kynde,\nÞen stod þat stif mon nere.\n\nAnde sayde, \"haþel, by heuen þyn askyng is nys,\n& as þou foly hatȝ frayst, fynde þe be-houes;\nI know no gome þat is gast of þy grete wordes.\nGif me now þy geserne, vpon godeȝ halue,\n& I schal bayþen þy bone, þat þou boden habbes.\"\nLyȝtly lepeȝ he hym to, & laȝt at his honde;\nÞen feersly þat oþer freke vpon fote lyȝtis.\nNow hatȝ Arthure his axe, & þe halme grypeȝ,\n& sturnely stureȝ hit aboute, þat stryke wyth hit þoȝt.\nÞe stif mon hym bifore stod vpon hyȝt,\nHerre þen ani in þe hous by þe hede & more;\nWyth sturne schere1 þer he stod, he stroked his berde,\n& wyth a countenaunce dryȝe he droȝ doun his cote,\nNo more mate ne dismayd for hys mayn dinteȝ,\nÞen any burne vpon bench hade broȝt hym to drynk\nof wyne,\nGawan, þat sate bi þe quene,\nTo þe kyng he can enclyne,\n\"I be-seche now with saȝeȝ sene,\nÞis melly mot be myne.\"\n\n\"Wolde ȝe, worþilych lorde,\" quod Gawan to þe kyng,\n\"Bid me boȝe fro þis benche, & stonde by yow þere,\nÞat I wyth-oute vylanye myȝt voyde þis table,\n& þat my legge lady lyked not ille,\nI wolde com to your counseyl, bifore your cort ryche.\nFor me þink hit not semly, as hit is soþ knawen,\nÞer such an askyng is heuened so hyȝe in your sale,\nÞaȝȝe ȝour-self be talenttyf to take hit to your-seluen,\nWhil mony so bolde yow aboute vpon bench sytten,\nÞat vnder heuen, I hope, non haȝer er of wylle,\nNe better bodyes on bent, þer baret is rered;\nI am þe wakkest, I wot, and of wyt feblest,\n& lest lur of my lyf, quo laytes þe soþe,\nBot for as much as ȝe ar myn em, I am only to prayse,\nNo bounté bot your blod I in my bodé knowe;\n& syþen þis note is so nys, þat noȝt hit yow falles,\n& I haue frayned hit at yow fyrst, foldeȝ hit to me,\n& if I carp not comlyly, let alle þis cort rych,\nbout blame.\"\nRyche to-geder con roun,\n& syþen þay redden alle same,\nTo ryd þe kyng wyth croun,\n& gif Gawan þe game.\n\nÞen comaunded þe kyng þe knyȝt for to ryse;\n& he ful radly vp ros, & ruchched hym fayre,\nKneled doun bifore þe kyng, & cacheȝ þat weppen;\n& he luflyly hit hym laft, & lyfte vp his honde,\n& gef hym goddeȝ blessyng, & gladly hym biddes\nÞat his hert & his honde schulde hardi be boþe.\n\"Kepe þe cosyn,\" quod þe kyng, \"þat þou on kyrf sette,\n& if þou redeȝ hym ryȝt, redly I trowe,\nÞat þou schal byden þe bur þat he schal bede after.\nGawan gotȝ to þe gome, with giserne in honde,\n& he baldly hym bydeȝ, he bayst neuer þe helder\nÞen carppeȝ to sir Gawan þe knyȝt in þe grene,\n\"Refourme we oure for-wardes, er we fyrre passe.\nFyrst I eþe þe, haþel, how þat þou hattes,\nÞat þou me telle truly, as I tryst may?\"\n\"In god fayth,\" quod þe goode knyȝt, \"Gawan I hatte,\nÞat bede þe þis buffet, quat-so bi-falleȝ after,\n& at þis tyme twelmonyth take at þe anoþer,\nWyth what weppen so1 þou wylt, & wyth no wyȝ elleȝ,\non lyue.\"\nÞat oþer on-swareȝ agayn,\n\"Sir Gawan, so mot I þryue,\nAs I am ferly fayn.\nÞis dint þat þou schal dryue.\"\n\n\"Bigog,\" quod þe grene knyȝt, \"sir Gawan, melykes,\nÞat I schal fange at þy fust þat I haf frayst here;\n& þou hatȝ redily rehersed, bi resoun ful trwe,\nClanly al þe couenaunt þat I þe kynge asked,\nSaf þat þou schal siker me, segge, bi þi trawþe,\nÞat þou schal seche me þi-self, where-so þou hopes\nI may be funde vpon folde, & foch þe such wages\nAs þou deles me to day, bifore þis douþe ryche.\"\n\"Where schulde I wale þe,\" quod Gauan, \"where is þy place?\nI wot neuer where þou wonyes, bi hym þat me wroȝt,\nNe I know not þe, knyȝt, þy cort, ne þi name.\nBot teche me truly þer-to, & telle me howe þou hattes,\n& I schal ware alle my wyt to wynne me þeder,\n& þat I swere þe for soþe, & by my seker traweþ.\"\n\"Þat is in-nogh in nwe ȝer, hit nedes no more,\"\nQuod þe gome in þe grene to Gawan þe hende,\n\"ȝif I þe telle trwly, quen I þe tape haue,\n& þou me smoþely hatȝ smyten, smartly I þe teche\nOf my hous, & my home, & myn owen nome,\nÞen may þou frayst my fare, & forwardeȝ holde,\n& if I spende no speche, þenne spedeȝ þou þe better,\nFor þou may leng in þy londe, & layt no fyrre,\nbot slokes;\nTa now þy grymme tole to þe,\n& let se how þou cnokeȝ.\"\n\"Gladly sir, for soþe,\"\nQuod Gawan; his ax he strokes.\n\nThe grene knyȝt vpon grounde grayþely hym dresses,\nA littel lut with þe hede, þe lere he discouereȝ,\nHis longe louelych lokkeȝ he layd ouer his croun.\nLet þe naked nec to þe note schewe.\nGauan gripped to his ax, & gederes hit on hyȝt,\nÞe kay fot on þe folde he be-fore sette,\nLet hit doun lyȝtly lyȝt on þe naked,\nÞat þe scharp of þe schalk schyndered þe bones,\n& schrank þurȝ þe schyire grece, & scade hit in twynne,\nÞat þe bit of þe broun stel bot on þe grounde.\nÞe fayre hede fro þe halce hit [felle] to þe erþe,\nÞat fele hit foyned wyth her fete, þere hit forth roled;\nÞe blod brayd fro þe body, þat blykked on þe grene;\n& nawþer faltered ne fel þe freke neuer þe helder,\nBot styþly he start forth vpon styf schonkes,\n& ru[n]yschly he raȝt out, þere as renkkeȝ stoden,\nLaȝt to his lufly hed, & lyft hit vp sone;\n& syþen boȝeȝ to his blonk, þe brydel he cachcheȝ,\nSteppeȝ in to stel bawe & strydeȝ alofte,\n& his hede by þe here in his honde haldeȝ;\n& as sadly þe segge hym in his sadel sette,\nAs non vnhap had hym ayled, þaȝ hedleȝ he1 we[re],\nin stedde;\nHe brayde his bluk2 aboute,\nÞat vgly bodi þat bledde,\nMoni on of hym had doute,\nBi þat his resounȝ were redde.\n\nFor þe hede in his honde he haldeȝ vp euen,\nTo-ward þe derrest on þe dece he dresseȝ þe face,\n& hit lyfte vp þe yȝe-lyddeȝ, & loked ful brode,\n& meled þus much with his muthe, as ȝe may now here.\n\"Loke, Gawan, þou be grayþe to go as þou hetteȝ,\n& layte as lelly til þou me, lude, fynde,\nAs þou hatȝ hette in þis halle, herande þise knyȝtes;\nTo þe grene chapel þou chose, I charge þe to fotte,\nSuch a dunt as þou hatȝ dalt disserued þou habbeȝ,\nTo be ȝederly ȝolden on nw ȝeres morn;\nÞe knyȝt of þe grene chapel men knowen me mony;\nFor-þi me forto fynde if þou fraysteȝ, fayleȝ þou neuer,\nÞer-fore com, oþer recreaunt be calde þe be-houeus.\"\nWith a runisch rout þe rayneȝ he torneȝ,\nHalled out at þe hal-dor, his hed in his hande,\nÞat þe fyr of þe flynt flaȝe fro fole houes.\nTo quat kyth he be-com, knwe non þere,\nNeuermore þen þay wyste fram queþen he watȝ wonnen;\nwhat þenne?\nÞe kyng & Gawen þare,\nAt þat grene þay laȝe & grenne,\nȝet breued watȝ hit ful bare,\nA meruayl among þo menne.\n\nÞaȝ Arþer þe hende kyng at hert hade wonder,\nHe let no semblaunt be sene, bot sayde ful hyȝe\nTo þe comlych quene, wyth cortays speche,\n\"Dere dame, to day demay yow neuer;\nWel by-commes such craft vpon cristmasse,\nLaykyng of enterludeȝ, to laȝe & to syng.\nAmong þise, kynde caroles of knyȝteȝ & ladyeȝ;\nNeuer-þe-lece to my mete I may me wel dres,\nFor I haf sen a selly, I may not for-sake.\"\nHe glent vpon sir Gawen, & gaynly he sayde,\n\"Now sir, heng vp þyn ax, þat hatȝ in-nogh hewen.\"\n& hit watȝ don abof þe dece, on doser to henge,\nÞer alle men for meruayl myȝt on hit loke,\n& bi trwe tytel þer-of to telle þe wonder.\nÞenne þay boȝed to a borde þise burnes to-geder,\nÞe kyng & þe gode knyȝt, & kene men hem serued\nOf alle dayntyeȝ double, as derrest myȝt falle,\nWyth alle maner of mete & mynstralcie boþe;\nWyth wele walt þay þat day, til worþed an ende,\nin londe.\nNow þenk wel, sir Gawan,\nFor woþe þat þou ne wonde,\nÞis auenture forto frayn,\nÞat þou hatȝ tan on honde.\n\nThis hanselle hatȝ Arthur of auenturus on fyrst,\nIn ȝonge ȝer, for he ȝerned ȝelpyng to here,\nThaȝ hym wordeȝ were wane, when þay to sete wenten;\nNow ar þay stoken of sturne werk staf-ful her hond.\nGawan watȝ glad to be-gynne þose gomneȝ in halle,\nBot þaȝ þe ende be heuy, haf ȝe no wonder;\nFor þaȝ men ben mery in mynde, quen þay han mayn drynk,\nA ȝere ȝernes ful ȝerne, & ȝeldeȝ neuer lyke,\nÞe forme to þe fynisment foldeȝ ful selden.\nFor-þi þis ȝol ouer-ȝede, & þe ȝere after,\n& vche sesoun serlepes sued after oþer;\nAfter crysten-masse com þe crabbed lentoun,\nÞat fraysteȝ flesch wyth þe fysche & fode more symple\nBot þenne þe weder of þe worlde wyth wynter hit þrepeȝ,\nColde clengeȝ adoun, cloudeȝ vp-lyften,\nSchyre schedeȝ þe rayn in schowreȝ ful warme,\nFalleȝ vpon fayre flat, flowreȝ þere schewen,\nBoþe groundeȝ & þe greueȝ grene ar her wedeȝ,\nBryddeȝ busken to bylde, & bremlych syngen,\nFor solace of þe softe somer þat sues þer after,\nbi bonk;\n& blossumeȝ bolne to blowe,\nBi raweȝ rych & ronk,\nÞen noteȝ noble in-noȝe,\nAr herde in wod so wlonk.\n\nAfter þe sesoun of somer wyth þe soft wyndeȝ,\nQuen ȝeferus syfleȝ hym-self on sedeȝ & erbeȝ,\nWela-wynne is þe wort þat woxes þer-oute.\nWhen þe donkande dewe dropeȝ of þe leueȝ,\nTo bide a blysful blusch of þe bryȝt sunne.\nBot þen hyȝes heruest, & hardenes hym sone.\nWarneȝ hym for þe wynter to wax ful rype;\nHe dryues wyth droȝt þe dust for to ryse.\nFro þe face of þe folde to flyȝe ful hyȝe;\nWroþe wynde of þe welkyn wrasteleȝ with þe sunne,\nÞe leueȝ lancen fro þe lynde, & lyȝten on þe grounde,\n& al grayes þe gres, þat grene watȝ ere;\nÞenne al rypeȝ & roteȝ þat ros vpon fyrst,\n& þus ȝirneȝ þe ȝere in ȝisterdayeȝ mony,\n& wynter wyndeȝ aȝayn, as þe worlde askeȝ\nno sage.\nTil meȝel-mas mone,\nWatȝ cumen wyth wynter wage;\nÞen þenkkeȝ Gawan ful sone,\nOf his anious uyage.\n\nȜet quyl al-hal-day with Arþer he lenges,\n& he made a fare on þat fest, for þe frekeȝ sake,\nWith much reuel & ryche of þe rounde table;\nKnyȝteȝ ful cortays & comlych ladies,\nAl for luf of þat lede in longynge þay were,\nBot neuer-þe-lece ne þe later þay neuened bot merþe,\nMony ioyleȝ for þat ientyle iapeȝ þer maden.\nFor aftter mete, with mournyng he meleȝ to his eme,\n& spekeȝ of his passage, & pertly he sayde,\n\"Now, lege lorde of my lyf, leue I yow ask;\nȝe knowe þe cost of þis cace, kepe I no more\nTo telle yow teneȝ þer-of neuer bot trifel;\nBot I am boun to þe bur barely to morne,\nTo sech þe gome of þe grene, as god wyl me wysse.\"\nÞenne þe best of þe burȝ boȝed to-geder,\nAywan, & Errik, & oþer ful mony,\nSir Doddinaual de Sauage, þe duk of Clarence,\nLauncelot, & Lyonel, & Lucan þe gode,\nSir Boos, & sir Byduer, big men boþe,\n& mony oþer menskful, with Mador de la Port.\nAlle þis compayny of court com þe kyng nerre,\nFor to counseyl þe knyȝt, with care at her hert;\nÞere watȝ much derue1 doel driuen in þe sale,\nÞat so worthe as Wawan schulde wende on þat ernde,\nTo dryȝe a delful dynt, & dele no more\nwyth bronde.\nÞe knyȝt mad ay god chere,\n& sayde, \"quat schuld I wonde,\nOf destines derf & dere,\nWhat may mon do bot fonde?\"\n\nHe dowelleȝ þer al þat day, and dresseȝ on þe morn,\nAskeȝ erly hys armeȝ, & alle were þay broȝt\nFyrst a tule tapit, tyȝt ouer þe flet,\n& miche watȝ þe gyld gere þat glent þer alofte;\nÞe stif mon steppeȝ þeron, & þe stel hondoleȝ,\nDubbed in a dublet of a dere tars,\n& syþen a crafty capados, closed aloft,\nÞat wyth a bryȝt blaunner was bounden with-inne;\nÞenne set þay þe sabatounȝ vpon þe segge foteȝ,\nHis legeȝ lapped in stel with luflych greueȝ,\nWith polayneȝ piched þer-to, policed ful clene,\nAboute his kneȝ knaged wyth knoteȝ of golde;\nQueme quyssewes þen, þat coyntlych closed\nHis thik þrawen þyȝeȝ with þwonges to-tachched;\n& syþen þe brawden bryne of bryȝt stel ryngeȝ,\nVmbe-weued þat wyȝ, vpon wlonk stuffe;\n& wel bornyst brace vpon his boþe armes,\nWith gode cowters & gay, & gloueȝ of plate,\n& alle þe godlych gere þat hym gayn schulde\nÞat tyde;\nWyth ryche cote armure,\nHis gold sporeȝ spend with pryde,\nGurde wyth a bront ful sure,\nWith silk sayn vmbe his syde.\n\nWhen he watȝ hasped in armes, his harnays watȝ ryche,\nÞe lest lachet ou[þ]er loupe lemed of golde;\nSo harnayst as he watȝ he herkneȝ his masse,\nOffred & honoured at þe heȝe auter;\nSyþen he comeȝ to þe kyng & to his cort fereȝ,\nLacheȝ lufly his leue at lordeȝ & ladyeȝ;\n& þay hym kyst & conueyed, bikende hym to kryst.\nBi þat watȝ Gryngolet grayth, & gurde with a sadel,\nÞat glemed ful gayly with mony golde frenges,\nAy quere naylet ful nwe for þat note ryched;\nÞe brydel barred aboute, with bryȝt golde bounden;\nÞe apparayl of þe payttrure, & of þe proude skyrteȝ,\nÞe cropore, & þe couertor, acorded wyth þe arsouneȝ;\n& al watȝ rayled on red ryche golde nayleȝ,\nÞat al glytered & glent as glem of þe sunne.\nÞenne hentes he þe holme, & hastily hit kysses,\nÞat watȝ stapled stifly, & stoffed wyth-inne:\nHit watȝ hyȝe on his hede, hasped bihynde,\nWyth a lyȝtli vrysoun ouer þe auentayle,\nEnbrawden & bounden wyth þe best gemmeȝ,\nOn brode sylkyn borde, & bryddeȝ on semeȝ,\nAs papiayeȝ paynted pernyng bitwene,\nTortors & trulofeȝ entayled so þyk,\nAs mony burde þer aboute had ben seuen wynter\nin toune;\nÞe cercle watȝ more o prys,\nÞat vmbe-clypped hys croun,\nOf diamaunteȝ a deuys,\nÞat boþe were bryȝt & broun.\n\nThen þay schewed hym þe schelde, þat was of schyr gouleȝ,\nWyth þe pentangel de-paynt of pure golde hweȝ;\nHe braydeȝ hit by þe baude-ryk, aboute þe hals kestes,\nÞat bisemed þe segge semlyly fayre.\n& quy þe pentangel apendeȝ to þat prynce noble,\nI am in tent yow to telle, þof tary hyt me schulde;\nHit is a syngne þat Salamon set sum-quyle,\nIn bytoknyng of trawþe, bi tytle þat hit habbeȝ,\nFor hit is a figure þat haldeȝ fyue poynteȝ,\n& vche lyne vmbe-lappeȝ & loukeȝ in oþer,\n& ay quere hit is endeleȝ,1 & Englych hit callen\nOuer-al, as I here, þe endeles knot.\nFor-þy hit acordeȝ to þis knyȝt, & to his cler armeȝ,\nFor ay faythful in fyue & sere fyue syþeȝ,\nGawan watȝ for gode knawen, & as golde pured,\nVoyded of vche vylany, wyth vertueȝ2 ennourned\nin mote;\nFor-þy þe pen-tangel nwe\nHe ber in schelde & cote,\nAs tulk of tale most trwe,\n& gentylest knyȝt of lote.\n\nFyrst he watȝ funden fautleȝ in his fyue wytteȝ,\n& efte fayled neuer þe freke in his fyue fyngres,\n& alle his afyaunce vpon folde watȝ in þe fyue woundeȝ\nÞat Cryst kaȝt on þe croys, as þe crede telleȝ;\n& quere-so-euer þys mon in melly watȝ stad,\nHis þro þoȝt watȝ in þat, þurȝ alle oþer þyngeȝ,\nÞat alle his forsnes he fong at þe fyue ioyeȝ,\nÞat þe hende heuen quene had of hir chylde;\nAt þis cause þe knyȝt comlyche hade\nIn þe more half of his schelde hir ymage depaynted,\nÞat quen he blusched þerto, his belde neuer payred.\nÞe fyrst1 fyue þat I finde þat þe frek vsed,\nWatȝ fraunchyse, & felaȝschyp for-be2 al þyng;\nHis clannes & his cortaysye croked were neuer,\n& pite, þat passeȝ alle poynteȝ, þyse pure fyue\nWere harder happed on þat haþel þen on any oþer.\nNow alle þese fyue syþeȝ, forsoþe, were fetled on þis knyȝt,\n& vchone halched in oþer, þat non ende hade,\n& fyched vpon fyue poynteȝ, þat fayld neuer,\nNe samned neuer in no syde, ne sundred nouþ[er],\nWith-outen ende at any noke [a]i quere fynde,\nWhere-euer þe gomen bygan, or glod to an ende.\nÞer-fore on his schene schelde schapen watȝ þe knot,\nÞus alle wyth red golde vpon rede gowleȝ,\nÞat is þe pure pentaungel wyth þe peple called,\nwith lore.\nNow grayþed is Gawan gay,\n& laȝt his launce ryȝt þore,\n& gef hem alle goud day,\nHe wende for euer more.\n\nHe sperred þe sted with þe spureȝ, & sprong on his way,\nSo stif þat þe ston fyr stroke out þer-after;\nAl þat seȝ þat semly syked in hert,\n& sayde soþly al same segges til oþer,\nCarande for þat comly, \"bi Kryst, hit is scaþe,\nÞat þou, leude, schal be lost, þat art of lyf noble!\nTo fynde hys fere vpon folde, in fayth is not eþe;\nWarloker to haf wroȝt had more wyt bene,\n& haf dyȝt ȝonder dere a duk to haue worþed;\nA lowande leder of ledeȝ in londe hym wel semeȝ,\n& so had better haf ben þen britned to noȝt,\nHadet wyth an aluisch mon, for angardeȝ pryde.\nWho knew euer any kyng such counsel to take,\nAs knyȝteȝ in cauelounȝ on cryst-masse gomneȝ!\"\nWel much watȝ þe warme water þat waltered of yȝen,\nWhen þat semly syre soȝt fro þo woneȝ\nþat1 daye;\nHe made non abode,\nBot wyȝtly went hys way,\nMony wylsum way he rode,\nÞe bok as I herde say.\n\nNow rideȝ þis renk þurȝ þe ryalme of Logres,\nSir Gauan on Godeȝ halue, þaȝ hym no gomen þoȝt;\nOft, leudleȝ alone, he lengeȝ on nyȝteȝ,\nÞer he fonde noȝt hym byfore þe fare þat he lyked;\nHade he no fere bot his fole, bi frytheȝ & douneȝ,\nNe no gome bot God, bi gate wyth to karp,\nTil þat he neȝed ful noghe1 in to þe Norþe Waleȝ;\nAlle þe iles of Anglesay on lyft half he haldeȝ,\n& fareȝ ouer þe fordeȝ by þe for-londeȝ,\nOuer at þe Holy-Hede, til he hade eft bonk\nIn þe wyldrenesse of Wyrale; wonde þer bot lyte\nÞat auþer God oþer gome wyth goud hert louied.\n& ay he frayned, as he ferde, at frekeȝ þat he met,\nIf þay hade herde any karp of a knyȝt grene,\nIn any grounde þer-aboute, of þe grene chapel;2\n& al nykked hym wyth nay, þat neuer in her lyue\nÞay seȝe neuer no segge þat watȝ of suche hweȝ\nof grene.\nÞe knyȝt tok gates straunge,\nIn mony a bonk vnbene,\nHis cher ful oft con chaunge,\nÞat chapel er he myȝt sene.\n\nMony klyf he ouer-clambe in contrayeȝ straunge,\nFer floten fro his frendeȝ fremedly he rydeȝ;\nAt vche warþe oþer water þer þe wyȝe passed,\nHe fonde a foo hym byfore, bot ferly hit were,\n& þat so foule & so felle, þat feȝt hym by-hode;\nSo mony meruayl hi mount þer þe mon fyndeȝ,\nHit were to tore for to telle of þe tenþe dole.\nSumwhyle wyth wormeȝ he werreȝ, & with wolues als,\nSumwhyle wyth wodwos, þat woned in þe knarreȝ,\nBoþe wyth bulleȝ & bereȝ, & boreȝ oþer-quyle,\n& etayneȝ, þat hym a-nelede, of þe heȝe felle;\nNade he ben duȝty & dryȝe, & dryȝtyn had serued,\nDouteles he hade ben ded, & dreped ful ofte.\nFor werre wrathed hym not so much, þat wynter was wors,\nWhen þe colde cler water fro þe cloudeȝ schadden,\n& fres er hit falle myȝt to þe fale erþe;\nNer slayn wyth þe slete he sleped in his yrnes,\nMo nyȝteȝ þen in-noghe in naked rokkeȝ,\nÞer as claterande fro þe crest þe colde borne renneȝ,\n& henged heȝe ouer his hede in hard ÿsse-ikkles.\nÞus in peryl, & payne, & plytes ful harde,\nBi contray caryeȝ þis knyȝt, tyl kryst-masse euen,\nal one;\nÞe knyȝt wel þat tyde,\nTo Mary made his mone.\nÞat ho hym red to ryde,\n& wysse hym to sum wone.\n\nBi a mounte on þe morne meryly he rydes,\nInto a forest ful dep, þat ferly watȝ wylde,\nHiȝe hilleȝ on vche a halue, & holt wodeȝ vnder,\nOf hore okeȝ fill hoge a hundreth to-geder;\nÞe hasel & þe haȝ-þorne were harled al samen,\nWith roȝe raged mosse rayled ay-where,\nWith mony bryddeȝ vnblyþe vpon bare twyges,\nÞat pitosly þer piped for pyne of þe colde.\nÞe gome vpon Gryngolet glydeȝ hem vnder,\nÞurȝ mony misy & myre, mon al hym one,\nCarande for his costes, lest he ne keuer schulde,\nTo se þe seruy1 of þat syre, þat on þat self nyȝt\nOf a burde watȝ borne, oure baret to quelle;\n& þerfore sykyng he sayde, \"I be-seche þe, lorde,\n& Mary, þat is myldest moder so dere.\nOf sum herber, þer heȝly I myȝt here masse.\nAnde þy matyneȝ to-morne, mekely I ask,\n& þer-to prestly I pray my pater & aue,\n& crede.\"\nHe rode in his prayere,\n& cryed for his mysdede,\nHe sayned hym in syþes sere,\n& sayde \"cros Kryst me spede!\"\n\nNade he sayned hym-self, segge, bot þrye,\nEr he watȝ war in þe wod of a won in a mote.\nAbof a launde, on a lawe, loken vnder boȝeȝ,\nOf mony borelych bole, aboute bi þe diches;\nA castel þe comlokest þat euer knyȝt aȝte,\nPyched on a prayere, a park al aboute,\nWith a pyked palays, pyned ful þik,\nÞat vmbe-teȝe mony tre mo þen two myle.\nÞat holde on þat on syde þe haþel auysed,\nAs hit schemered & schon þurȝ þe schyre okeȝ;\nÞenne hatȝ he hendly of his helme, & heȝly he þonkeȝ\nIesus & say[nt] Gilyan, þat gentyle ar boþe,\nÞat cortaysly hade hym kydde, & his cry herkened.\n\"Now bone hostel,\" coþe þe burne, \"I be-seche yow ȝette!\"\nÞenne gedereȝ he to Gryngolet with þe gilt heleȝ,\n& he ful chauncely hatȝ chosen to þe chef gate,\nÞat broȝt bremly þe burne to þe bryge ende,\nin haste;\nÞe bryge watȝ breme vp-brayde,\nÞe ȝateȝ wer stoken faste,\nÞe walleȝ were wel arayed,\nHit dut no wyndeȝ blaste.\n\nÞe burne bode on bonk, þat on blonk houed,\nOf þe depe double dich þat drof to þe place,\nÞe walle wod in þe water wonderly depe,\nAnde eft a ful huge heȝt hit haled vpon lofte,\nOf harde hewen ston vp to þe tableȝ,\nEnbaned vnder þe abataylment, in þe best lawe;\n& syþen garyteȝ ful gaye gered bi-twene,\nWyth mony luflych loupe, þat louked ful clene;\nA better barbican þat burne blusched vpon neuer;\n& innermore he be-helde þat halle ful hyȝe,\nTowre telded bytwene trochet ful þik,\nFayre fylyoleȝ þat fyȝed, & ferlyly long,\nWith coruon coprounes, craftyly sleȝe;\nChalk whyt chymnees þer ches he in-noȝe,\nVpon bastel roueȝ, þat blenked ful quyte;\nSo mony pynakle payntet watȝ poudred ay quere,\nAmong þe castel carneleȝ, clambred so þik,\nÞat pared out of papure purely hit semed.\nÞe fre freke on þe fole hit fayr in-n[o]ghe þoȝt,\nIf he myȝt keuer to com þe cloyster wyth-inne,\nTo herber in þat hostel, whyl halyday lested\nauinant;\nHe calde, & sone þer com\nA porter pure plesaunt,\nOn þe wal his ernd he nome,\n& haylsed þe knyȝt erraunt.\n\n\"Gode sir,\" quod Gawan, \"woldeȝ þou go myn ernde,\nTo þe heȝ lorde of þis hous, herber to craue?\"\n\"ȝe, Peter,\" quod þe porter, \"& purely I trowe,1\nÞat ȝe be, wyȝe, welcum to won quyle yow lykeȝ.\"\nÞen ȝede þat wyȝe aȝayn awyþe,\n& folke frely hym wyth, to fonge þe knyȝt;\nÞay let doun þe grete draȝt, & derely out ȝeden,\n& kneled doun on her knes vpon þe colde erþe,\nTo welcum þis ilk wyȝ, as worþy hom þoȝt;\nÞay ȝolden hym þe brode ȝate, ȝarked vp wyde,\n& he hem raysed rekenly, & rod ouer þe brygge;\nSere seggeȝ hym sesed by sadel, quel2 he lyȝt,\n& syþen stabeled his stede stif men in-noȝe.\nKnyȝteȝ & swyereȝ comen doun þenne,\nFor to bryng þis burne3 wyth blys in-to halle;\nQuen he hef vp his helme, þer hiȝed in-noghe\nFor to hent hit at his honde, þe hende to seruen,\nHis bronde & his blasoun boþe þay token.\nÞen haylsed he ful hendly þo haþeleȝ vch one,\n& mony proud mon þer presed, þat prynce to honour;\nAlle hasped in his heȝ wede to halle þay hym wonnen,\nÞer fayre fyre vpon flet fersly brenned.\nÞenne þe lorde of þe lede louteȝ fro his chambre,\nFor to mete wyth menske þe mon on þe flor;\nHe sayde, \"ȝe ar welcum to welde as yow lykeȝ,\nÞat here is, al is yowre awen, to haue at yowre wylle\n& welde.\"\n\"Graunt mercy,\" quod Gawayn,\n\"Þer Kryst hit yow for-ȝelde,\"\nAs frekeȝ þat semed fayn,\nAyþer oþer in armeȝ con felde.\n\nGawayn glyȝt on þe gome þat godly hym gret,\n& þuȝt hit a bolde burne þat þe burȝ aȝte,\nA hoge haþel for þe noneȝ, & of hyghe elde;1\nBrode bryȝt watȝ his berde, & al beuer hwed,\nSturne stif on þe stryþþe on stal-worth schonkeȝ,\nFelle face as þe fyre, & fre of hys speche;\n& wel hym semed for soþe, as þe segge þuȝt,\nTo lede a lortschyp in lee of leudeȝ ful gode.\nÞe lorde hym charred to a chambre, & chefly cumaundeȝ2\nTo delyuer hym a leude, hym loȝly to serue;\n& þere were boun at his bode burneȝ in-noȝe,\nÞat broȝt hym to a bryȝt boure, þer beddyng watȝ noble,\nOf cortynes of clene sylk, wyth cler golde hemmeȝ,\n& couertoreȝ ful curious, with comlych paneȝ,\nOf bryȝt blaunnier a-boue enbrawded bisydeȝ,\nRudeleȝ rennande on ropeȝ, red golde ryngeȝ,\nTapyteȝ tyȝt to þe woȝe, of tuly & tars,\n& vnder fete, on þe flet, of folȝande sute.\nÞer he watȝ dispoyled, wyth specheȝ of myerþe,\nÞe burn of his bruny, & of his bryȝt wedeȝ;\nRyche robes ful rad renkkeȝ hem3 broȝten,\nFor to charge, & to chaunge, & chose of þe best.\nSone as he on hent, & happed þer-inne,\nÞat sete on hym4 semly, wyth saylande skyrteȝ,\nÞe ver by his uisage verayly hit semed\nWel neȝ to vche haþel alle on hwes,\nLowande & lufly, alle his lymmeȝ vnder,\nÞat a comloker knyȝt neuer Kryst made,\nhem þoȝt;\nWheþen in worlde he were,\nHit semed as he myȝt\nBe prynce with-outen pere,\nIn felde þer felle men fyȝt.\n\nA cheyer by-fore þe chemné, þer charcole brenned,\nWatȝ grayþed for sir Gawan, grayþely with cloþeȝ,\nWhyssynes vpon queldepoyntes, þa[t] koynt wer boþe;\n& þenne a mere mantyle watȝ on þat mon cast,\nOf a broun bleeaunt, enbrauded ful ryche,\n& fayre furred wyth-inne with felleȝ of þe best,\nAlle of ermyn in erde, his hode of þe same;\n& he sete in þat settel semlych ryche,\n& achaufed hym chefly,1 & þenne his cher mended.\nSone watȝ telded vp a tapit, on tresteȝ ful fayre,\nClad wyth a clene cloþe, þat cler quyt schewed,\nSanap, & salure, & syluer-in sponeȝ;\nÞe wyȝe wesche at his wylle, & went to his mete\nSeggeȝ hym serued semly in-noȝe,\nWyth sere sewes & sete,2 sesounde of þe best,\nDouble felde, as hit falleȝ, & fele kyn fischeȝ;\nSumme baken in bred, summe brad on þe gledeȝ,\nSumme soþen, summe in sewe, sauered with spyces,\n& ay sawes3 so sleȝeȝ, þat þe segge lyked.\nÞe freke calde hit a fest ful frely & ofte,\nFul hendely, quen alle þe haþeles re-hayted hym at oneȝ\nas hende;\n\"Þis penaunce now ȝe take,\n& eft hit schal amende;\"\nÞat mon much merþe con make.\nFor wyn in his hed þat wende.\n\nÞenne watȝ spyed & spured vpon spare wyse.\nBi preue poynteȝ of þat prynce, put to hym-seluen,\nÞat he be-knew cortaysly of þe court þat he were,\nÞat aþel Arthure þe hende haldeȝ hym one,\nÞat is þe ryche ryal kyng of þe rounde table;\n& hit watȝ Wawen hym-self þat in þat won sytteȝ,\nComen to þat krystmasse, as case hym þen lymped.\nWhen þe lorde hade lerned þat he þe leude hade,\nLoude laȝed he þerat, so lef hit hym þoȝt,\n& alle þe men in þat mote maden much joye,\nTo apere in his presense prestly þat tyme,\nÞat alle prys, & prowes, & pured þewes\nApendes to hys persoun, & praysed is euer,\nBy-fore alle men vpon molde, his mensk is þe most.\nVch segge ful softly sayde to his fere,\n\"Now schal we semlych se sleȝteȝ of þeweȝ,\n& þe teccheles termes of talkyng noble,\nWich spede is in speche, vnspurd may we lerne,\nSyn we haf fonged þat fyne fader of nurture;\nGod hatȝ geuen vus his grace godly for soþe,\nÞat such a gest as Gawan graunteȝ vus to haue,\nWhen burneȝ blyþe of his burþe schal sitte\n& synge.\nIn menyng of manereȝ mere,\nÞis burne now schal vus bryng,\nI hope þat may hym here,\nSchal lerne of luf-talkyng.\"\n\nBi þat þe diner watȝ done, & þe dere vp,\nHit watȝ neȝ at þe niyȝt neȝed þe tyme;\nChaplayneȝ1 to þe chapeles chosen þe gate,\nRungen ful rychely, ryȝt as þay schulden,\nTo þe hersum euensong of þe hyȝe tyde.\nÞe lorde loutes þerto, & þe lady als,\nIn-to a comly closet coyntly ho entreȝ;\nGawan glydeȝ ful gay, & gos þeder sone;\nÞe lorde laches hym by þe lappe, & ledeȝ hym to sytte,\n& couþly hym knoweȝ, & calleȝ hym his nome,\n& sayde he watȝ þe welcomest wyȝe of þe worlde;\n& he hym þonkked þroly, & ayþer halched oþer.\n& seten soberly samen þe seruise-quyle;\nÞenne lyst þe lady to loke on þe knyȝt.\nÞenne com ho of hir closet, with mony cler burdeȝ,\nHo watȝ þe fayrest in felle, of flesche & of lyre,\n& of compas, & colour, & costes of alle oþer,\n& wener þen Wenore, as þe wyȝe þoȝt.\nHe ches þurȝ þe chaunsel, to cheryche þat hende;\nAn oþer lady hir lad bi þe lyft honde,\nÞat watȝ alder þen ho, an auncian hit semed,\n& heȝly honowred with haþeleȝ aboute.\nBot yn-lyke on to loke þo ladyes were,\nFor if þe ȝonge watȝ ȝep, ȝolȝe watȝ þat oþer;\nRiche red on þat on rayled ay quere,\nRugh ronkled chekeȝ þat oþer on rolled;\nKerchofes of þat on wyth mony cler perleȝ\nHir brest & hir bryȝt þrote bare displayed,\nSchon schyrer þen snawe, þat scheder2 on hilleȝ;\nÞat oþer wyth a gorger watȝ gered ouer þe swyre,\nChymbled ouer hir blake chyn with mylk-quyte vayles,\nHir frount folden in sylk, enfoubled ay quere,\nToret & treieted with tryfleȝ aboute,\nÞat noȝt watȝ bare of þat burde bot þe blake broȝes.\nÞe tweyne yȝen, & þe nase, þe naked lyppeȝ,\n& þose were soure to se, & sellyly blered;\nA mensk lady on molde mon may hir calle,\nfor gode;\nHir body watȝ schort & þik.\nHir buttokeȝ bay & brode,\nMore lykker-wys on to lyk,\nWatȝ þat scho hade on lode.\n\nWhen Gawayn glyȝt on þat gay, þat graciously loked,\nWyth leue laȝt of þe lorde he went hem aȝaynes;\nÞe alder he haylses, heldande ful lowe,\nÞe loueloker he lappeȝ a lyttel in armeȝ,\nHe kysses hir comlyly, & knyȝtly he meleȝ;\nÞay kallen hym of a quoyntaunce, & he hit quyk askeȝ\nTo be her seruaunt sothly, if hem-self lyked.\nÞay tan hym bytwene hem, wyth talkyng hym leden\nTo chambre, to chemné, & chefly þay asken\nSpyceȝ, þat vn-sparely men speded hom to bryng,\n& þe wynne-lych wyne þer-with vche tyme.\nÞe lorde luflych aloft lepeȝ ful ofte,\nMynned merthe to be made vpon mony syþeȝ.\nHent heȝly of his hode, & on a spere henged,\n& wayned hom to wynne þe worchip þer-of,\nÞat most myrþe myȝt mene1 þat crystenmas whyle;\n\"& i schal fonde, bi my fayth, to fylter wyth þe best,\nEr me wont þe wedeȝ, with help of my frendeȝ.\"\nÞus wyth laȝande loteȝ þe lorde hit tayt2 makeȝ,\nFor to glade sir Gawayn with gomneȝ in halle\nþat nyȝt;\nTil þat hit watȝ tyme,\nÞe kyng comaundet lyȝt,\nSir Gawen his leue con nyme,\n& to his bed hym diȝt.\n\nOn þe morne, as vch mon myneȝ þat tyme,\n[Þ]at dryȝtyn for oure destyné to deȝe watȝ borne,\nWele waxeȝ in vche a won in worlde, for his sake;\nSo did hit þere on þat day, þurȝ dayntes mony;\nBoþe at mes & at mele, messes ful quaynt\nDerf men vpon dece drest of þe best.\nÞe olde auncian wyf heȝest ho sytteȝ;\nÞe lorde lufly her by lent, as I trowe;\nGawan & þe gay burde to-geder þay seten,\nEuen in-myddeȝ, as þe messe metely come;\n& syþen þurȝ al þe sale, as hem best semed,\nBi vche grome at his degre grayþely watȝ serued.\nÞer watȝ mete, þer watȝ myrþe, þer watȝ much ioye,\nÞat for to telle þerof hit me tene were,\n& to poynte hit ȝet I pyned me parauenture;\nBot ȝet I wot þat Wawen & þe wale burde\nSuch comfort of her compaynye caȝten to-geder,\nÞurȝ her dere dalyaunce of her derne wordeȝ,\nWyth clene cortays carp, closed fro fylþe;\n& hor play watȝ passande vche prynce gomen,\nin vayres;\nTrumpeȝ & nakerys,\nMuch pypyng þer repayres,\nVche mon tented hys,\n& þay two tented þayres.\n\nMuch dut watȝ þer dryuen þat day & þat oþer,\n& þe þryd as þro þronge in þerafter;\nÞe ioye of sayn Ioneȝ day watȝ gentyle to here,\n& watȝ þe last of þe layk, leudeȝ þer þoȝten.\nÞer wer gestes to go vpon þe gray morne,\nFor-þy wonderly þay woke, & þe wyn dronken,\nDaunsed ful dreȝly wyth dere caroleȝ;\nAt þe last, when hit watȝ late, þay lachen her leue,\nVchon to wende on his way, þat watȝ wyȝe stronge.\nGawan gef hym god-day, þe god mon hym lachcheȝ,\nLedes hym to his awen chambre, þ[e] chymné bysyde,\n& þere he draȝeȝ hym on-dryȝe, & derely hym þonkkeȝ,\nOf þe wynne worschip &1 he hym wayned hade,\nAs to honour his hous on þat hyȝe tyde,\n& enbelyse his burȝ with his bele chere.\n\"I-wysse sir, quyl I leue, me worþeȝ þe better,\nÞat Gawayn hatȝ ben my gest, at Goddeȝ awen fest.\"\n\"Grant merci2 sir,\" quod Gawayn, \"in god fayth hit is yowreȝ,\nAl þe honour is your awen, þe heȝe kyng yow ȝelde;\n& I am wyȝe at your wylle, to worch youre hest,\nAs I am halden þer-to, in hyȝe & in loȝe,\nbi riȝt.\"\nÞe lorde fast can hym payne,\nTo holde lenger þe knyȝt,\nTo hym answreȝ Gawayn,\nBi non way þat he myȝt.\n\nThen frayned þe freke ful fayre at him-seluen,\nQuat derne1 dede had hym dryuen, at þat dere tyme,\nSo kenly fro þe kyngeȝ kourt to kayre al his one,\nEr þe halidayeȝ holly were halet out of toun?\n\"For soþe sir,\" quod þe segge, \"ȝe sayn bot þe trawþe\nA heȝe ernde & a hasty me hade fro þo woneȝ,\nFor I am sumned my selfe to sech to a place,\nI wot2 in worlde wheder warde to wende, hit to fynde;\nI nolde, bot if I hit negh myȝt on nwȝeres morne,\nFor alle þe londe in-wyth Logres, so me oure lorde help!\nFor-þy, sir, þis enquest I require yow here,\nÞat ȝe me telle with trawþe, if euer ȝe tale herde\nOf þe grene chapel, quere hit on grounde stondeȝ,\n& of þe knyȝt þat hit kepes, of colour of grene?\nÞer watȝ stabled bi statut a steuen vus by-twene,\nTo mete þat mon at þat mere, ȝif I myȝt last;\n& of þat ilk nwȝere hot neked now wonteȝ,\n& I wolde loke on þat lede, if God me let wolde,\nGladloker, bi Goddeȝ sun, þen any god welde!\nFor-þi, I-wysse, bi ȝowre wylle, wende me bi-houes,\nNaf I now to busy bot bare þre dayeȝ,\n& me als fayn to falle feye as fayly of myyn ernde.\"\nÞenne laȝande quod þe lorde, \"now leng þe by-houes,\nFor I schal teche yow to þa[t] terme bi þe tymeȝ ende,\nÞe grene chapayle vpon grounde, greue yow no more;\nBot ȝe schal be in yowre bed, burne, at þyn ese,\nQuyle forth dayej, & ferk on pe fyrst of pe ȝere,\n& cum to þat merk at mydmorn, to make quat yow likeȝ\nin spenne;\nDowelleȝ whyle new ȝeres daye,\n& rys, & raykeȝ þenne,\nMon schal yow sette in waye,\nHit is not two myle henne.\"\n\nÞenne watȝ Gawan ful glad, & gomenly he laȝed,—\n\"Now I þonk yow þryuandely þurȝ alle oþer þynge,\nNow acheued is my chaunce, I schal at your wylle\nDowelle, & elleȝ do quat ȝe demen.\"\nÞenne sesed hym þe syre, & set hym bysyde,\nLet þe ladieȝ be fette, to lyke hem þe better;\nÞer watȝ seme solace by hem-self stille;\nÞe lorde let for luf loteȝ so myry,\nAs wyȝ þat wolde of his wyte, ne wyst quat he myȝt.\nÞenne he carped to þe knyȝt, criande loude,\n\"Ȝe han demed to do þe dede þat I bidde;\nWyl ȝe halde þis hes here at þys oneȝ?\"\n\"Ȝe sir, for-soþe,\" sayd þe segge trwe,\n\"Whyl I byde in yowre borȝe, be bayn to ȝow[r]e hest.\"\n\"For ȝe haf trauayled,\" quod þe tulk, \"towen fro ferre,\n& syþen waked me wyth, ȝe arn not wel waryst,\nNauþer of sostnaunce ne of slepe, soþly I knowe;\nȜe schal lenge in your lofte, & lyȝe in your ese,\nTo morn quyle þe messe-quyle, & to mete wende,\nWhen ȝe wyl, wyth my wyf, þat wyth yow schal sitte,\n& comfort yow with compayny, til I to cort torne,\nȝe lende;\n& I schal erly ryse,\nOn huntyng wyl I wende.\"\nGauayn granteȝ alle þyse,\nHym heldande, as þe hende.\n\n\"Ȝet firre,\" quod þe freke, \"a forwarde we make;\nQuat-so-euer I wynne in þe wod, hit worþeȝ to youreȝ,\n& quat chek so ȝe acheue, chaunge me þer-forne;\nSwete, swap we so, sware with trawþe,\nQueþer, leude, so lymp lere oþer better.\"\n\"Bi God,\" quod Gawayn þe gode, \"I grant þer-tylle,\n& þat yow lyst forto layke, lef hit me þynkes.\n\"Who bringeȝ vus þis beuerage, þis bargayn is maked:\"\nSo sayde þe lorde of þat lede; þay laȝed vchone,\nÞay dronken, & daylyeden, & dalten vntyȝtel,1\nÞise lordeȝ & ladyeȝ, quyle þat hem lyked;\n& syþen with frenkysch fare & fele fayre loteȝ\nÞay stoden, & stemed, & stylly speken,\nKysten ful comlyly, & kaȝten her leue.\nWith mony leude ful lyȝt, & lemande torches,\nVche burne to his bed watȝ broȝt at þe laste,\nful softe;\nTo bed ȝet er þay ȝede,\nRecorded couenaunteȝ ofte;\nÞe olde lorde of þat leude,2\nCowþe wel halde layk a-lofte.\n\nFul erly bifore þe day þe folk vp-rysen,\nGestes þat go wolde, hor gromeȝ þay calden,\n& þay busken vp bilyue, blonkkeȝ to sadel,\nTyffen he[r] takles, trussen her males,\nRichen hem þe rychest, to ryde alle arayde,\nLepen vp lyȝtly, lachen her brydeles,\nVche wyȝe on his way, þer hym wel lyked.\nÞe leue lorde of þe londe watȝ not þe last,\nA-rayed for þe rydyng, with renkkeȝ ful mony;\nEte a sop hastyly, when he hade herde masse,\nWith bugle to bent felde he buskeȝ by-lyue;\nBy þat þat any day-lyȝt lemed vpon erþe,\nHe with his haþeles on hyȝe horsses weren.\nÞenne þise cacheres þat couþe, cowpled hor houndeȝ,\nVnclosed þe kenel dore, & calde hem þer-oute,\nBlwe bygly in bugleȝ þre bare mote;\nBraches bayed þerfore, & breme noyse maked,\n& þay chastysed, & charred, on chasyng þat went;\nA hundreth of hunteres, as I haf herde telle,\nof þe best;\nTo trystors vewters ȝod,\nCouples huntes of kest,\nÞer ros for blasteȝ gode,\nGret rurd in þat forest.\n\nAt þe fyrst quethe of þe quest quaked þe wylde;\nDer drof in þe dale, doted for drede,\nHiȝed to þe hyȝe, bot heterly þay were\nRestayed with þe stablye, þat stoutly ascryed;\nÞay let þe hertteȝ haf þe gate, with þe hyȝe hedes,\nÞe breme bukkeȝ also, with hor brode paumeȝ;\nFor þe fre lorde hade de-fende in fermysoun tyme,\nÞat þer schulde no mon mene1 to þe male dere.\nÞe hindeȝ were halden in, with hay & war,\nÞe does dryuen with gret dyn to þe depe sladeȝ;\nÞer myȝt mon se, as þay slypte, slentyng of arwes,\nAt vche [þat] wende vnder wande wapped a flone,\nÞat bigly bote on þe broun, with ful brode hedeȝ,\nWhat! þay brayen, & bleden, bi bonkkeȝ þay deȝen.\n& ay rachches in a res radly hem folȝes,\nHuntereȝ wyth hyȝe horne hasted hem after,\nWyth such a crakkande kry, as klyffes haden brusten;\nWhat wylde so at-waped wyȝes þat schotten,\nWatȝ al to-raced & rent, at þe resayt.\nBi þay were tened at þe hyȝe, & taysed to þe wattreȝ,\nÞe ledeȝ were so lerned at þe loȝe trysteres,\n& þe gre-houndeȝ so grete, þat geten hem bylyue,\n& hem to fylched, as fast as frekeȝ myȝt loke,\nþer ryȝt.\nÞe lorde for blys abloy\nFul oft con launce & lyȝt,\n& drof þat day wyth Ioy\nThus to þe derk nyȝt.\n\nÞus laykeȝ þis lorde by lynde wodeȝ eueȝ,\n& G. þe god mon, in gay bed lygeȝ,\nLurkkeȝ quyl þe day-lyȝt lemed on þe wowes,\nVnder couertour ful clere, cortyned aboute;\n& as in slomeryng he slode, sleȝly he herde\nA littel dyn at his dor, & derfly vpon;\n& he heueȝ vp his hed out of þe cloþes,\nA corner of þe cortyn he caȝt vp a lyttel,\n& wayteȝ warly þider-warde, quat hit be myȝt.\nHit watȝ þe ladi, loflyest to be-holde,\nÞat droȝ þe dor after hir ful dernly1 & stylle,\n& boȝed to-warde þe bed; & þe burne schamed.\n& layde hym doun lystyly, & let as he slepte.\n& ho stepped stilly. & stel to his bedde,\nKest vp þe cortyn, & creped with-inne,\n& set hir ful softly on þe bed-syde,\n& lenged þere selly longe, to loke quen he wakened.\nÞe lede lay lurked a ful longe quyle,\nCompast in his concience to quat þat cace myȝt\nMene oþer amount, to meruayle hym þoȝt;\nBot ȝet he sayde in hym-self, \"more semly hit were\nTo aspye wyth my spelle [in] space quat ho wolde.\"\nþen he wakenede, & wroth, & to hir warde torned,\n& vn-louked his yȝe-lyddeȝ, & let as hym wondered,\n& sayned hym, as bi his saȝe þe sauer to worthe,\nwith hande;\nWyth chynne & cheke ful swete,\nBoþe quit & red in-blande,\nFul lufly con ho lete,\nWyth lyppeȝ smal laȝande.\n\n\"God moroun, sir Gawayn,\" sayde þat fayr lady,\n\"Ȝe ar a sleper vn-slyȝe, þat mon may slyde hider;\nNow ar ȝe tan astyt, bot true vus may schape,\nI schal bynde yow in your bedde, þat be ȝe trayst:\"\nAl laȝande þe lady lanced þo bourdeȝ.\n\"Goud moroun g[aye],\"1 quod Gawayn þe blyþe,\n\"Me schal worþe at your wille, & þat me wel lykeȝ,\nFor I ȝelde me ȝederly, & ȝeȝe after grace,\n& þat is þe best, be my dome, for me by-houeȝ nede;\"\n& þus he bourded a-ȝayn with mony a blyþe laȝter.\n\"Bot wolde ȝe, lady louely, þen leue me grante,\n& de-prece your prysoun, & pray hym to ryse,\nI wolde boȝe of þis bed, & busk me better,\nI schulde keuer þe more comfort to karp yow wyth.\"\n\"Nay, for soþe, beau sir,\" sayd þat swete,\n\"Ȝe schal not rise of your bedde, I rych yow better,\nI schal happe yow here þat oþer half als,\n& syþen karp wyth my knyȝt þat I kaȝt haue;\nFor I wene wel, Iwysse, sir Wawen ȝe are,\nÞat alle þe worlde worchipeȝ, quere-so ȝe ride;\nYour honour, your hendelayk is hendely praysed\nWith lordeȝ, wyth ladyes, with alle þat lyf bere.\n& now ȝe ar here, iwysse, & we bot oure one;\n\"My lorde & his ledeȝ ar on lenþe faren,\nOþer burneȝ in her bedde, & my burdeȝ als,\nÞe dor drawen, & dit with a derf haspe;\n& syþen I haue in þis hous hym þat al lykeȝ,\nI schal ware my whyle wel, quyl hit lasteȝ,\nwith tale;\nȜe ar welcum to my cors,\nYowre awen won to wale,\nMe be-houeȝ of fyne force,\nYour seruaunt be & schale.\"\n\n\"In god fayth,\" quod Gawayn, \"gayn hit me þynkkeȝ,\nÞaȝ I be not now he þat ȝe of speken;\nTo reche to such reuerence as ȝe reherce here\nI am wyȝe vn-worþy, I wot wel my-seluen;\nBi God, I were glad, & yow god þoȝt,\nAt saȝe oþer at seruyce þat I sette myȝt\nTo þe plesaunce of your prys, hit were a pure ioye.\"\n\"In god fayth, sir Gawayn,\" quod þe gay lady,\n\"Þe prys & þe prowes þat pleseȝ al oþer,\nIf I hit lakked, oþer set at lyȝt, hit were littel daynté;\nBot hit ar ladyes in-noȝe, þat leuer wer nowþe\nHaf þe hende in hor holde, as I þe habbe here,\nTo daly witt derely your daynté wordeȝ,\nKeuer hem comfort, & colen her careȝ,\nÞen much of þe garysourn oþer golde þat1 þay hauen;\nBot I louue2 þat ilk lorde þat þe lyfte haldeȝ,\nI haf hit holly in my honde þat al desyres,\nþurȝe grace.\"\nScho made hym so gret chere,\nÞat watȝ so fayr of face,\nÞe knyȝt with speches skere,\nA[n]swared to vche a cace.\n\n\"Madame,\" quod þe myry mon, \"Mary yow ȝelde,\nFor I haf founden, in god fayth, yowre fraunchis nobele,\n& oþer ful much of oþer folk fongen hor dedeȝ;\nBot þe daynté þat þay delen for my disert nysen,\nHit is þe worchyp of your-self, þat noȝt hot wel conneȝ.\"\n\"Bi Mary,\" quod þe menskful, \"me þynk hit anoþer;\nFor were I worth al þe wone of wymmen alyue,\n& al þe wele of þe worlde were in my honde,\n& I schulde chepen & chose, to cheue me a lorde,\nFor þe costes þat I haf knowen vpun þe knyȝt here,\nOf bewté, & debonerté, & blyþe semblaunt,\n& þat I haf er herkkened, & halde hit here trwee,\nÞer schulde no freke vpon folde bifore yow be chosen.\"\n\"I-wysse, worþy,\" quod þe wyȝe, \"ȝe haf waled wel better,\nBot I am proude of þe prys þat ȝe put on me,\n& soberly your seruaunt my souerayn I holde yow,\n& yowre knyȝt I be-com, & Kryst yow for-ȝelde.\"\nÞus þay meled of much-quat, til myd-morn paste,\n& ay þe lady let lyk, a1 hym loued mych;\nÞe freke ferde with defence, & feted ful fayre.\nÞaȝ I were burde bryȝtest, þe burde in mynde hade,\nÞe lasse luf in his lode, for lur þat he soȝt,\nboute hone;\nÞe dunte þat schulde2 hym deue,\n& nedeȝ hit most be done;\nÞe lady þenn spek of leue.\nHe granted hir ful sone.\n\nÞenne ho gef hym god-day, & wyth a glent laȝed.\n& as ho stod, ho stonyed hym wyth ful stor wordeȝ:\n\"Now he þat spedeȝ vche spech, þis disport ȝelde yow!\nBot þat ȝe be Gawan, hit gotȝ in mynde.\"\n\"Quer-fore?\" quod þe freke, & freschly he askeȝ,\nFerde lest he hade fayled in fourme of his castes;\nBot þe burde hym blessed, & bi þis skyl sayde,\n\"So god as Gawayn gaynly is halden,\n& cortaysye is closed so clene in hym-seluen,\nCouth not lyȝtly haf lenged so long wyth a lady,\nBot he had craued a cosse, bi his courtaysye,\nBi sum towch of summe tryfle, at sum taleȝ ende.\"\nÞen quod Wowen, \"I-wysse, worþe as yow lykeȝ,\nI schal kysse at your comaundement, as a knyȝt falleȝ,\n& fire1 lest he displese yow, so2 plede hit no more.\"\nHo comes nerre with þat, & cacheȝ hym in armeȝ,\nLouteȝ luflych adoun, & þe leude kysseȝ;\nÞay comly bykennen to Kryst ayþer oþer;\nHo dos hir forth at þe dore, with-outen dyn more.\n& he ryches hym to ryse, & rapes hym sone,\nClepes to his chamberlayn, choses his wede,\nBoȝeȝ forth, quen he watȝ boun, blyþely to masse,\n& þenne he meued to his mete, þat menskly hym keped,\n& made myry al day til þe mone rysed,\nwith game;\nWith3 neuer freke fayrer fonge,\nBitwene two so dyngne dame,\nÞe alder & þe ȝonge,\nMuch solace set þay same.\n\nAnd ay þe lorde of þe londe is lent on his gamneȝ,\nTo hunt in holteȝ & heþe, at hyndeȝ barayne,\nSuch a sowme he þer slowe bi þat þe sunne heldet,\nOf dos & of oþer dere, to deme were wonder.\nÞenne fersly þay flokked in folk at þe laste,\n& quykly of þe quelled dere a querré þay maked;\nÞe best boȝed þerto, with burneȝ in-noghe,\nGedered þe grattest of gres þat þer were,\n& didden hem derely vndo, as þe dede askeȝ;\nSerched hem at þe asay, summe þat þer were,\nTwo fyngeres þay fonde of þe fowlest of alle;\nSyþen þay slyt þe slot, sesed þe erber,\nSchaued wyth a scharp knyf, & þe schyre knitten;\nSyþen rytte þay þe foure lymmes, & rent of þe hyde,\nÞen brek þay þe bale, þe baleȝ out token,\nLystily forlancyng, & bere of þe knot;\nÞay gryped to þe gargulun, & grayþely departed\nÞe wesaunt fro þe wynt-hole, & walt out þe gutteȝ;\nÞen scher þay out þe schuldereȝ with her scharp knyueȝ,\nHaled hem by a lyttel hole, to haue hole sydes;\nSiþen britned þay þe brest, & brayden hit in twynne,\n& eft at þe gargulun bigyneȝ on þenne,\nRyueȝ hit vp radly, ryȝt to þe byȝt,\nVoydeȝ out þe a-vanters, & verayly þerafter\nAlle þe rymeȝ by þe rybbeȝ radly þay lance;\nSo ryde þay of by resoun bi þe rygge boneȝ,\nEuenden to þe haunche, þat henged alle samen,\n& heuen hit vp al hole, & hwen hit of þere,\n& þat þayneme for þe noumbles, bi nome as I trowe,\nbi kynde;\nBi þe byȝt al of þe þyȝes,\nÞe lappeȝ þay lance bi-hynde,\nTo hewe hit in two þay hyȝes,\nBi þe bak-bon to vnbynde.\n\nBoþe þe hede & þe hals þay hwen of þenne,\n& syþen sunder þay þe sydeȝ swyft fro þe chyne,\n& þe corbeles fee þay kest in a greue;1\nÞenn þurled þay ayþer þik side þurȝ, bi þe rybbe,\n& henged þenne a[y]þer bi hoȝes of þe fourcheȝ,\nVche freke for his fee, as falleȝ forto haue.\nVpon a felle of þe fayre best, fede þay þayr houndes,\nWyth þe lyuer & þe lyȝteȝ, þe leþer of þe pauncheȝ,\n& bred baþed in blod, blende þer amongeȝ;\nBaldely þay blw prys, bayed þayr rachcheȝ,\nSyþen fonge þay her flesche folden to home,\nStrakande ful stoutly mony stif moteȝ.\nBi þat þe daylyȝt watȝ done, þe douthe watȝ al wonen\nIn-to þe comly castel, þer þe knyȝt bideȝ\nful stille;\nWyth blys & bryȝt fyr bette,\nÞe lord is comen þer-tylle,\nWhen Gawayn wyth hym mette,\nÞer watȝ bot wele at wylle.\n\nThenne comaunded þe lorde in þat sale to samen alle þe meny,\nBoþe þe ladyes on loghe to lyȝt with her burdes,\nBi-fore alle þe folk on þe flette, frekeȝ he beddeȝ\nVerayly his venysoun to fech hym byforne;\n& al godly in gomen Gaway[n] he called,\nTecheȝ hym to þe tayles of ful tayt bestes,\nScheweȝ hym þe schyree grece schorne vpon rybbes.\n\"How payeȝ yow þis play? haf I prys wonnen?\nHaue I þryuandely þonk þurȝ my craft serued?\"\n\"Ȝe I-wysse,\" quod þat oþer wyȝe, \"here is wayth fayrest\nÞat I seȝ þis seuen ȝere in sesoun of wynter.\"\n\"& al I gif yow, Gawayn,\" quod þe gome þenne,\n\"For by a-corde of couenaunt ȝe craue hit as your awen.\"\n\"Þis is soth,\" quod þe segge, \"I say yow þatilke,\n&1 I haf worthyly þis woneȝ wyth-inne,\nI-wysse with as god wylle hit worþeȝ to ȝoureȝ.\"\nHe hasppeȝ his fayre hals his armeȝ wyth-inne,\n& kysses hym as comlyly as he2 couþe awyse:\n\"Tas yow þere my cheuicaunce, I cheued no more,\nI wowche hit saf fynly, þaȝ feler hit were.\"\n\"Hit is god,\" quod þe god mon, \"grant mercy þerfore,\nHit may be such, hit is þe better, &1 ȝe me breue wolde\nWhere ȝe wan þis ilk wele, biwytte of hor3 seluen?\"\n\"Þat watȝ not forward,\" quod he, \"frayst me no more,\nFor ȝe haftan þat yow tydeȝ, traweȝe non oþer\nȝe mowe.\"\nÞay laȝed, & made hem blyþe,\nWyth loteȝ þat were to lowe,\nTo soper þay ȝede asswyþe,\nWyth dayntes nwe in-nowe.\n\nAnd syþen by þe chymné in chamber þay seten.\nWyȝeȝ þe walle wyn weȝed to hem oft,\n& efte in her bourdyng þay bayþen in þe morn,\nTo fylle þe same forwardeȝ þat þay by-fore maden,\nÞat chaunce so bytydeȝ hor cheuysaunce to chaunge,\nWhat nweȝ so þay nome, at naȝt quen þay metten\nÞay acorded of þe couenaunteȝ byfore þe court alle;\nÞe beuerage watȝ broȝt forth in bourde at þat tyme;\nÞenne þay louelych leȝten leue at þe last,\nVche burne to his bedde busked bylyue.\nBi þat þe coke hade croweȝ1 & cakled bot þryse,\nÞe lorde watȝ lopen of his bedde, [&] þe leudeȝ vch one,\nSo þat þe mete & þe masse watȝ metely delyuered;\nÞe douthe dressed to þe wod, er any day sprenged,\nto chace;\nHeȝ with hunte & horneȝ,\nÞurȝ playneȝ þay passe in space,\nVn-coupled among þo þorneȝ,\nRacheȝ þat ran on race.\n\nSone þay calle of a quest in aker syde,\nÞe hunt re-hayted þe houndeȝ, þat hit fyrst mynged,\nWylde wordeȝ hym warp wyth a wrast noyce;\nÞe howndeȝ þat hit herde, hastid þider swyþe,\n& fellen as fast to þe fuyt, fourty at ones;\nÞenne such a glauerande glam of gedered rachcheȝ\nRos, þat þe rochereȝ rungen aboute;\nHuntereȝ hem hardened with horne & wyth muthe.\nÞen al in a semblé sweyed to-geder,\nBitwene a flosche in þat fryth, & a foo cragge;\nIn a knot, bi a clyffe, at þe kerre syde,\nÞer as þe rogh rocher vn-rydely watȝ fallen,\n[Þay] ferden to þe fyndyng, & frekeȝ hem after;\nÞay vmbe-kesten þe knarre & þe knot boþe.\nWyȝeȝ, whyl þay wysten wel wyt inne hem hit were,\nÞe best þat þer breued watȝ wyth þe blod houndeȝ.\nÞenne þay beten on þe buskeȝ, & bede hym vp ryse,\n& he vnsoundyly out soȝt seggeȝ ouer-þwert,\nOn þe sellokest swyn swenged out þere,\nLong sythen for1 þe sounder þat wiȝt for-olde,\nFor he watȝ b[este &] bor alþer grattest,\n[And eue]re quen he gronyed, þenne greued mony,\nFor [þre a]t þe fyrst þrast he þryȝt to þe erþe,\n& [sped hym] forth good sped, boute spyt more,\n[Ande þay] halowed hyghe ful hyȝe & hay! hay! cryed\nHaden horneȝ to mouþe heterly rechated;\nMony watȝ þe myry mouthe of men & of houndeȝ,\nÞat buskkeȝ after þis bor, with bost & wyth noyse,\nTo quelle;\nFul oft he bydeȝ þe baye,\n& maymeȝ þe mute Inn-melle,\nHe hurteȝ of þe houndeȝ, & þay\nFul ȝomerly ȝaule & ȝelle.\n\nSchalkeȝ to schote at hym schowen to þenne,\nHaled to hym of her areweȝ, hitten hym oft;\nBot þe poynteȝ payred at þe pyth þat pyȝt in his scheldeȝ,\n& þe barbeȝ of his browe bite non wolde,\nÞaȝ þe schauen schaft schyndered in peceȝ,\nÞe hede hypped aȝayn, were-so-euer hit hitte;\nBot quon þe dynteȝ hym dered of her dryȝe strokeȝ,\nÞen, brayn-wod for bate, on burneȝ he raseȝ,\nHurteȝ hem ful heterly þer he forth hyȝeȝ,\n& mony arȝed þerat, & on-lyte droȝen.\nBot þe lorde on a lyȝt horce launces hym after,\nAs burne bolde vpon bent his bugle he bloweȝ,\nHe rechated, & r[ode]1 þurȝ roneȝ ful þyk,\nSuande þis wy[ld]e swyn til þe sunne schafted.\nÞis day wyth þis ilk dede þay dryuen on þis wyse,\nWhyle oure luflych lede lys in his bedde,\nGawayn grayþely at home, in gereȝ ful ryche\nof hewe;\nÞe lady noȝt forȝate,\nCom to hym to salue,\nFul erly ho watȝ hym ate,\nHis mode forto remwe.\n\nHo commes to þe cortyn, & at þe knyȝt totes,\nSir Wawen her welcumed worþy on fyrst,\n& ho hym ȝeldeȝ aȝayn, ful ȝerne of hir wordeȝ,\nSetteȝ hir sof[t]ly by his syde, & swyþely ho laȝeȝ,\n& wyth a luflych loke ho layde1 hym þyse wordeȝ:\n\"Sir, ȝif ȝe be Wawen, wonder me þynkkeȝ,\nWyȝe þat is so wel wrast alway to god,\n& conneȝ not of compaynye þe costeȝ vnder-take,\n& if mon kennes yow hom to knowe, ȝe kest hom of your mynde;\nÞou hatȝ for-ȝeten ȝederly þat ȝisterday I taȝtte\nalder-truest token of talk þat I cowþe.\"\n\"What is þat?\" quod þe wyghe, \"I-wysse I wot neuer,\nIf hit be sothe þat ȝe breue, þe blame is myn awen.\"\n\"Ȝet I kende yow of kyssyng,\" quod þe clere þenne,\n\"Quere-so countenaunce is couþe, quikly to clayme,\nÞat bicumes vche a knyȝt, þat cortaysy vses.\"\n\"Do way,\" quod þat derf mon, \"my dere, þat speche,\nFor þat durst I not do, lest I denayed were,\nIf I were werned, I were wrang I-wysse, ȝif I profered.\"\n\"Ma fay,\" quod þe mere wyf, \"ȝe may not be werned,\nȜe ar stif in-noghe to constrayne wyth strenkþe, ȝif yow lykeȝ,\nȜif any were so vilanous þat yow denaye2 wolde.\"\n\"Ȝe, be God,\" quod Gawayn, \"good is your speche,\nBot þrete is vn-þryuande in þede þer I lende,\n& vche gift þat is geuen not with goud wylle;\nI am at your comaundement, to kysse quen yow lykeȝ,\nȜe may lach quen yow lyst, & leue quen yow þynkkeȝ,\nin space.\"\nÞe lady louteȝ a-doun,\n& comlyly kysses his face,\nMuch speche þay þer expoun,\nOf druryes greme & grace.\n\n\"I woled1 wyt at yow, wyȝe,\" þat worþy þer sayde,\n\"& yow wrathed not þer-wyth, what were þe skylle,\nÞat so ȝong & so ȝepe, as ȝe [ar] at þis tyme,\nSo cortayse, so knyȝtyly, as ȝe ar knowen oute,\n& of alle cheualry to chose, þe chef þyng a-losed,\nIs2 þe lel layk of luf, þe lettrure of armes;\nF[or] to telle of þis tenelyng of þis trwe knyȝteȝ,\nHit is þe tytelet, token, & tyxt of her werkkeȝ,\nHow le[des] for her lele luf hor lyueȝ han auntered,\nEndured for her drury dulful stoundeȝ,\n& after wenged with her walour & voyded her care,\n& broȝt blysse in-to boure, with bountees hor awen.\n& ȝe ar knyȝt com-lokest kyd of your elde,\nYour worde & your worchip walkeȝ ay quere,\n& I haf seten by your-self here sere twyes,\nȜet herde I neuer of your hed helde no wordeȝ\nÞat euer longed to luf, lasse ne more;\n& ȝe, þat ar so cortays & coynt of your hetes,\nOghe to a ȝonke þynk ȝern to schewe,\n& teche sum tokeneȝ of trweluf craftes.\nWhy ar ȝe lewed, þat alle þe los weldeȝ,\nOþer elles ȝe demen me to dille, your dalyaunce to herken?\nfor schame!\nI com hider sengel, & sitte,\nTo lerne at yow sum game,\nDos, techeȝ me of your wytte,\nWhil my lorde is fro hame.\"\n\n\"In goud fayþe,\" quod Gawayn, \"God yow forȝelde,\nGret is þe gode gle, & gomen to me huge,\nÞat so worþy as ȝe wolde wynne hidere,\n& pyne yow with so pouer a mon, as play wyth your knyȝt,\nWith any skynneȝ countenaunce, hit keuereȝ me ese;\nBot to take þe toruayle1 to my-self, to trwluf expoun,\n& towche þe temeȝ of tyxt, & taleȝ of armeȝ,\nTo yow þat, I wot wel, weldeȝ more slyȝt\nOf þat art, bi þe half, or a hundreth of seche\nAs I am, oþer euer schal, in erde þer I leue,\nHit were a fole fele-folde, my fre, by my trawþe.\nI wolde yowre wylnyng worche at my myȝt,\nAs I am hyȝly bihalden, & euer-more wylle\nBe seruaunt to your-seluen, so saue me dryȝtyn!\"\nÞus hym frayned þat fre, & fondet hym ofte,\nForto haf wonnen hym to woȝe, what-so scho þoȝt elleȝ,\nBot he de fended hym so fayr, þat no faut semed,\nNe non euel on nawþer halue, nawþer þay wysten,\nbot blysse;\nÞay laȝed & layked longe,\nAt þe last scho con hym kysse,\nHir leue fayre con scho fonge,\n& went hir waye Iwysse.\n\nThen ruþes hym þe renk, & ryses to þe masse,\n& siþen hor diner watȝ dyȝt & derely serued.\nÞe lede with þe ladyeȝ layked alle day,\nBot þe lorde ouer þe londeȝ launced ful ofte,\nSweȝ his vncely swyn, þat swyngeȝ bi þe bonkkeȝ,\n& bote þe best of his bracheȝ þe bakkeȝ in sunder;\nÞer he bode in his bay, tel1 bawe-men hit breken,\n& made2 hym, maw-gref his bed, forto mwe vtter;\nSo felle floneȝ per flete, when þe folk gedered;\nBot ȝet þe styffest to start bi stoundeȝ he made,\nTil at þe last he watȝ so mat, he myȝt no more renne,\nBot in þe hast þat he myȝt, he to a hole wynneȝ,\nOf a rasse, bi a rokk, þer renneȝ þe boerne,\nHe gete þe bonk at his bak, bigyneȝ to scrape,\nÞe froþe femed3 at his mouth vnfayre bi þe wykeȝ,\nWhetteȝ his whyte tuscheȝ; with hym þen irked\nAlle þe burneȝ so bolde, þat hym by stoden,\nTo nye hym on-ferum, bot neȝe hym non durst\nfor woþe;\nHe hade hurt so mony byforne,\nÞat al þuȝt4 þenne ful loþe,\nBe more wyth his tuscheȝ torne,\nÞat breme watȝ [&] brayn-wod bothe.\n\nTil þe knyȝt com hym-self, kachande his blonk,\nSyȝ hym byde at þe bay, his burneȝ bysyde,\nHe lyȝtes luflych1 adoun, leueȝ his corsour,\nBraydeȝ out a bryȝt bront, & bigly forth strydeȝ,\nFoundeȝ fast þurȝ þe forth, þer þe felle bydeȝ,\nÞe wylde watȝ war of þe wyȝe with weppen in honde,\nHef hyȝly þe here, so hetterly he fnast,\nÞat fele ferde for þe frekeȝ,2 lest felle hym þe worre;\nÞe swyn setteȝ hym out on þe segge euen,\nÞat þe burne & þe bor were boþe vpon hepeȝ,\nIn þe wyȝt-est of þe water, þe worre hade þat oþer;\nFor þe mon merkkeȝ hym wel, as þay mette fyrst,\nSet sadly þe scharp in þe slot euen,\nHit hym vp to þe hult, þat þe hert schyndered,\n& he ȝarrande hym ȝelde, & ȝedoun3 þe water,\nful tyt;\nA hundreth houndeȝ hym hent,\nÞat bremely con hym bite,\nBurneȝ him broȝt to bent,\n& doggeȝ to dethe endite.\n\nThere watȝ blawyng of prys in mony breme home,\nHeȝe halowing on hiȝe, with haþeleȝ þat myȝt;\nBrachetes bayed þat best, as bidden þe maystereȝ,\nOf þat chargeaunt chace þat were chef huntes.\nÞenne a wyȝe þat watȝ wys vpon wod crafteȝ,\nTo vnlace þis bor lufly bigynneȝ;\nFyrst he hewes of his hed, & on hiȝe setteȝ,\n& syþen rendeȝ him al roghe bi þe rygge after,\nBraydeȝ out þe boweles, brenneȝ hom on glede,\nWith bred blent þer-with his braches rewardeȝ;\nSyþen he britneȝ out þe brawen in bryȝt brode [s]cheldeȝ,\n& hatȝ out þe hastletteȝ, as hiȝtly bisemeȝ;\n& ȝet hem halcheȝ al hole þe halueȝ to-geder,\n& syþen on a stif stange stoutly hem henges.\nNow with þis ilk swyn þay swengen to home;\nÞe bores hed watȝ borne bifore þe burnes seluen,\nÞat him for-ferde in þe forþe, þurȝ forse of his honde,\nso stronge;\nTil he seȝ sir Gawayne,\nIn halle hym þoȝt ful longe,\nHe calde, & he com gayn,\nHis feeȝ þer for to fonge.\n\nÞe lorde ful lowde with lote, & laȝed myry,\nWhen he seȝe sir G: with solace he spekeȝ;\nÞe goude ladyeȝ were geten, & gedered þe meyny,\nHe scheweȝ hem þe scheldeȝ, & schapes hem þe tale,\nOf þe largesse, & þe lenþe, þe liþerneȝ alse,\nOf þe were of þe wylde swyn, in wod þer he fled.\nÞat oþer knyȝt ful comly comended his dedeȝ,\n& praysed hit as gret prys, þat he proued hade;\nFor suche a brawne of a best, þe bolde burne sayde,\nNe such sydes of a swyn, segh he neuer are.\nÞenne hondeled þay þe hoge hed, þe hende mon hit praysed,\n& let lodly þerat þe lorde forte here:\n\"Now Gawayn,\" quod þe god mon, \"þis gomen is your awen,\nBi fyn for-warde & faste, faythely ȝe knowe.\"\n\"Hit is sothe,\" quod þe segge, \"& as siker trwe;\nAlle my get I schal yow gif agayn, bi my trawþe.\"\nHe [hent] þe haþel aboute þe halse, & hendely hym kysses,\n& efter-sones of þe same he serued hym þere.\n\"Now ar we euen,\" quod þe haþel, \"in þis euen-tide,\nOf alle þe couenauntes þat we knyt, syþen I com hider,\nbi lawe;\"\nÞe lorde sayde, \"bi saynt Gile,\nȝe ar þe best þat I knowe,\nȜe ben ryche in a whyle,\nSuch chaffer & ȝe drowe.\"\n\nÞenne þay teldet tableȝ [on] trestes alofte,\nKesten cloþeȝ vpon, clere lyȝt þenne\nWakned bi woȝeȝ, waxen torches\nSeggeȝ sette, & serued in sale al aboute;\nMuch glam & gle glent vp þer-inne,\nAboute þe fyre vpon flet, & on fele wyse,\nAt þe soper & after, mony aþel songeȝ,\nAs coundutes of kryst-masse, & caroleȝ newe,\nWith alle þe manerly merþe þat mon may of telle.\n& euer oure luflych knyȝt þe lady bi-syde;\nSuch semblaunt to þat segge semly ho made,\nWyth stille stollen countenaunce, þat stalworth to plese,\nÞat al for-wondered watȝ þe wyȝe, & wroth with hym-seluen,\nBot he nolde not for his nurture nurne hir a-ȝayneȝ,\nBot dalt with hir al in daynte, how-se-euer þe dede turned\nto wrast;\nQuen þay hade played in halle,\nAs longe as hor wylle hom last,\nTo chambre he1 con hym calle,\n& to þe chem-ne þay past.\n\nAnde þer þay dronken, & dalten, & demed eft nwe,\nTo norne on þe same note, on nweȝereȝ euen;\nBot þe knyȝt craued leue, to kayre on þe morn,\nFor hit watȝ neȝ at þe terme, þat he to1 schulde.\nÞe lorde hym letted of þat, to lenge hym resteyed,\n& sayde, \"as I am trwe segge, I siker my trawþe,\nÞou schal cheue to þe grene chapel, þy charres to make,\nLeude, on nwȝereȝ lyȝt, longe bifore pryme:\nFor-þy þow lye in þy loft, & lach þyn ese,\n& I schal hunt in þis holt, & halde þe towcheȝ,\nChaunge wyth þe cheuisaunce, bi þat I charre hider;\nFor I haf fraysted þe twys, & faythful I fynde þe,\nNow þrid tyme þrowe best þenk on þe morne,\nMake we mery quyl we may, & mynne vpon Ioye,\nFor þe lur may mon lach, when so mon lykeȝ.\"\nÞis watȝ grayþely graunted, & Gawayn is lenged,\nBliþe broȝt watȝ hym drynk, & þay to bedde ȝeden,\nwith liȝt;\nSir G: lis & slepes,\nFul stille & softe al niȝt;\nÞe lorde þat his crafteȝ kepes,\nFul erly he watȝ diȝt.\n\nAfter messe a morsel1 he & his men token,\nMiry watȝ þe mornyng, his mounture he askes;\nAlle þe haþeles þat on horse schulde helden hym after,\nWere boun busked on hor blonkkeȝ, bi-fore2 þe halle ȝateȝ;\nFerly fayre watȝ þe folde, for þe forst clenged,\nIn rede rudede vpon rak rises þe sunne,\n& ful clere costeȝ3 þe clowdes of þe welkyn.\nHunteres vnhardeled bi a holt syde,\nRocheres roungen bi rys, for rurde of her hornes;\nSumme fel in þe fute, þer þe fox bade,\nTrayleȝ ofte a trayteres4, bi traunt of her wyles;\nA kenet kryes þerof, þe hunt on hym calles,\nHis felaȝes fallen hym to, þat fnasted ful þike,\nRunnen forth in a rabel, in his ryȝt fare;\n& he fyskeȝ hem by-fore, þay founden hym sone,\n& quen þay seghe hym with syȝt, þay sued hym fast,\nWreȝande h[ym] ful [w]eterly with a wroth noyse;\n& he trantes & tornayeeȝ þurȝ mony tene greue;\nHamlouneȝ, & herkeneȝ, bi heggeȝ ful ofte;\nAt þe last bi a littel dich he lepeȝ ouer a spenné,\nSteleȝ out ful stilly bi a strothe rande,\nWent haf wylt of þe wode, with wyleȝ fro þe houndes,\nÞenne watȝ he went, er he wyst, to5 a wale tryster,\nÞer þre þro at a þrich þrat hym at ones,\nal graye;\nHe blenched aȝayn bilyue,\n& stifly start onstray,\nWith alle þe wo on lyue,\nTo þe wod he went away.\n\nThenne watȝ hit lif vpon list to lyþen þe houndeȝ,\nWhen alle þe mute hade hym met, menged to-geder,\nSuche a sorȝe at þat syȝt þay sette on his hede,\nAs alle þe clamberande clyffes hade clatered on hepes;\nHere he watȝ halawed, when haþeleȝ hym metten,\nLoude he watȝ ȝayned, with ȝarande speche;\nÞer he watȝ þreted, & ofte þef called,\n& ay þe titleres at his tayl, þat tary he ne myȝt;\nOfte he watȝ runnen at, when he out rayked,\n& ofte reled in aȝayn, so reniarde watȝ wylé.\n& ȝe he lad hem bi lag, mon, þe lorde & his meyny;\nOn þis maner bi þe mountes, quyle myd, ouer, vnder,\nWhyle þe hende knyȝt at home holsumly slepeȝ,\nWith-inne þe comly cortynes, on þe colde morne.\nBot þe lady for luf let not to slepe,\nNe þe purpose to payre, þat pyȝt in hir hert,\nBot ros hir vp radly, rayked hir þeder,\nIn a mery mantyle, mete to þe erþe,\nÞat watȝ furred ful fyne with felleȝ, wel pured,\nNo hweȝ goud on hir hede, bot þe haȝer stones\nTrased aboute hir tressour, be twenty in clusteres;\nHir þryuen face & hir þrote þrowen al naked,\nHir brest bare bifore, & bihinde eke.\nHo comeȝ with-inne þe chambre dore, & closes hit hir after,\nWayneȝ1 vp a wyndow, & on þe wyȝe calleȝ,\n& radly þus re-hayted hym, with hir riche wordeȝ,\nwith2 chere;\n\"A! mon, how may þou slepe,\nÞis morning is so clere?\"\nHe watȝ in drowping depe,\nBot þenne he con hir here.\n\nIn dreȝ droupyng of dreme draueled þat noble,\nAs mon þat watȝ in mornyng of mony þro þoȝtes,\nHow þat destiné schulde þat day [dyȝt] his wyrde,\nAt þe grene chapel, when he þe gome metes,\n& bi-houes his buffet abide, with-oute debate more;\nBot quen þat comly he keuered his wyttes,\nSwenges out of þe sweuenes, & swareȝ with hast.\nÞe lady luflych com laȝande swete,\nFelle ouer his fayre face, & fetly him kyssed;\nHe welcumeȝ hir worþily, with a wale chere;\nHe seȝ hir so glorious, & gayly atyred,\nSo fautles of hir fetures, & of so fyne hewes,\nWiȝt wallande Ioye warmed his hert;\nWith smoþe smylyng & smolt þay smeten in-to merþe,\nÞat al watȝ blis & bonchef, þat breke hem bi-twene,\n& wynne,\nÞay lanced wordes gode,\nMuch wele þen watȝ þer-inne,\nGret perile bi-twene hem stod,\nNif mare of hir knyȝt mynne.\n\nFor þat prynce of pris de-presed hym so þikke.\nNurned hym so neȝe þe þred, þat nede hym bi-houed,\nOþer lach þer hir luf, oþer lodly re-fuse;\nHe cared for his cortaysye, lest craþayn he were,\n& more for his meschef, ȝif he schulde make synne,\n& be traytor to þat tolke, þat þat telde aȝt.\n\"God schylde,\" quod þe schalk, \"þat schal not be-falle!\"\nWith luf-laȝyng a lyt, he layd hym by-syde\nAlle þe specheȝ of specialté þat sprange of her mouthe.\nQuod þat burde to þe burne, \"blame ȝe disserue,\nȜif ȝe luf not þat lyf þat ȝe lye nexte,\nBifore alle þe wyȝeȝ in þe worlde, wounded in hert,\nBot if ȝe haf a lemman, a leuer, þat yow lykeȝ better,\n& folden fayth to þat fre, festned so harde,\nÞat yow lausen ne lyst, & þat I leue nouþe;\nAnd þat ȝe telle me þat, now trwly I pray yow,\nFor alle þe lufeȝ vpon lyue, layne not þe soþe,\nfor gile.\"\nÞe knyȝt sayde, \"be sayn Ion,\"\n& smeþely con he smyle,\n\"In fayth I welde riȝt non,\nNe non wil welde þe quile.\"\n\n\"Þat is a worde,\" quod þat wyȝt, \"þat worst is of alle,\nBot I am swared for soþe, þat sore me þinkkeȝ;\nKysse me now coraly, & I schal cach heþen,\nI may bot mourne vpon molde, as may þat much louyes.\"\nSykande ho sweȝe doun, & semly hym kyssed,\n& siþen ho seueres hym fro, & says as ho stondes,\n\"Now, dere, at þis de-partyng, do me þis ese,\nGif me sumquat of þy gifte, þi gloue if1 hit were,\nÞat I may mynne on þe mon, my mournyng to lassen.\"\n\"Now Iwysse,\" quod þat wyȝe, \"I wolde I hade here\nÞe leuest þing for þy luf, þat I in londe welde,\nFor ȝe haf deserued, forsoþe, sellyly ofte\nMore rewarde bi resoun, þen I reche myȝt,\nBot to dele yow for drurye, þat dawed bot neked;\nHit is not your honour to haf at þis tyme\nA gloue for a garysoun, of Gawayneȝ gifteȝ,\n& I am here [on] an erande in erdeȝ vncouþe,\n& haue no men wyth no maleȝ, with menskful þingeȝ;\nÞat mislykeȝ me, ladé, for luf at þis tyme,2\nIche tolke mon do as he is tan, tas to non ille,\nne pine.\"\n\"Nay, hende of hyȝe honours,\"\nQuod þat lufsum vnder lyne,\n\"Þaȝ I hade oȝt3 of youreȝ,\nȜet schulde ȝe haue of myne.\"\n\nHo raȝt hym a riche rynk1 of red golde werkeȝ,\nWyth a starande ston, stondande alofte,\nÞat bere blusschande bemeȝ as þe bryȝt sunne;\nWyt ȝe wel, hit watȝ worth wele ful hoge.\nBot þe renk hit renayed, & redyly he sayde,\n\"I wil no gifteȝ for gode, my gay, at þis tyme;\nI haf none yow to norne, ne noȝt wyl I take.\"\nHo bede hit hym ful bysily, & he hir bode wernes,\n& swere swyftel[y] his sothe, þat he hit sese nolde;\n& ho sore þat he forsoke, & sayde þer-after,\n\"If ȝe renay my rynk, to ryche for hit semeȝ,\nȜe wolde not so hyȝly halden be to me,\nI schal gif yow my girdel, þat gaynes yow lasse.\"\nHo laȝt a lace lyȝtly, þat2 leke vmbe hir sydeȝ,\nKnit vpon hir kyrtel, vnder þe clere mantyle,\nGered hit watȝ with grene sylke, & with golde schaped,\nNoȝt bot arounde brayden, beten with fyngreȝ;\n& þat ho bede to þe burne, & blyþely bi-soȝt\nÞaȝ hit vn-worþi were, þat he hit take wolde.\n& he nay þat he nolde neghe in no wyse,\nNauþer golde ne garysoun, er God hym grace sende,\nTo acheue to þe chaunce þat he hade chosen þere.\n\"& þerfore, I pray yow, displese yow noȝt,\n& letteȝ be your bisinesse, for I bayþe hit yow neuer\nto graunte;\nI am derely to yow biholde,\nBi-cause of your sembelaunt,\n& euer in hot & colde\nTo be your trwe seruaunt.\n\n\"Now forsake ȝe þis silke.\" sayde þe burde þenne,\n\"For hit is symple in hit-self. & so hit wel semeȝ?\nLo! so hit is littel, & lasse hit is worþy;\nBot who-so knew þe costes þat knit ar þer-inne,\nHe wolde hit prayse at more prys, parauenture;\nFor quat gome so is gorde with þis grene lace,\nWhile he hit hade hemely halched aboute,\nÞer is no haþel vnder heuen to-hewe hym þat myȝt;\nFor he myȝt not he slayn, for slyȝt vpon erþe.\"\nÞen kest þe knyȝt, & hit come to his hert,\nHit were a Iuel for þe Iopardé, þat hym iugged were,\nWhen he acheued to þe chapel, his chek forto fech;\nMyȝ1 he haf slypped to þe vn-slayn, þe sleȝt were noble.\nÞenne ho þulged with hir þrepe, & þoled hir to speke,\n& ho bere on hym þe belt, & bede hit hym swyþe,\n& he granted, & [ho] hym gafe with a goud wylle,\n& bisoȝt hym, for hir sake, disceuer hit neuer,\nBot to lelly layne for2 hir lorde; þe leude hym acordeȝ.\nÞat neuer wyȝe schulde hit wyt, Iwysse, bot þay twayne,\nfor noȝte;\nHe þonkked hir oft ful swyþe,\nFul þro with hert & þoȝt.\nBi þat on þrynne syþe,\nHe hatȝ kyst þe knyȝt so toȝt.\n\nThenne lachcheȝ ho hir leue, & leueȝ hym þere,\nFor more myrþe of þat mon moȝt ho not gete;\nWhen ho1 watȝ gon, sir G. gereȝ hym sone,\nRises, & riches hym in araye noble,\nLays vp þe luf-lace, þe lady hym raȝt,\nHid hit ful holdely, þer he hit eft fonde;\nSyþen cheuely to þe chapel choses he þe waye,\nPreuely aproched to a prest, & prayed hym þere\nÞat he wolde lyfte2 his lyf, & lern hym better,\nHow his sawle schulde be saued, when he schuld seye heþen.\nÞere he schrof hym schyrly, & schewed his mysdedeȝ,\nOf þe more & þe mynne, & merci besecheȝ,\n& of absolucioun he on þe segge calles;\n& he asoyled hym surely, & sette hym so clene,\nAs domeȝ-day schulde haf ben diȝt on þe morn.\n& syþen he mace hym as mery among þe fre ladyes,\nWith comlych caroles, & alle kynnes ioye,\nAs neuer he did bot þat daye, to þe derk nyȝt,\nwith blys;\nVche mon hade daynte þare,\nOf hym, & sayde Iwysse,\nÞus myry he watȝ neuer are,\nSyn he com hider, er þis.\n\nNow hym lenge in þat lee, þer luf hym bi-tyde;\nȜet is þe lorde on þe launde, ledande his gomnes,\nHe hatȝ forfaren þis fox, þat he folȝed longe;\nAs he sprent ouer a spenné, to spye þe schrewe,\nÞer as he herd þe howndes, þat hasted hym swyþe,\nRenaud com richchande þurȝ a roȝe greue,\n& alle þe rabel in a res, ryȝt at his heleȝ.\nÞe wyȝe watȝ war of þe wylde, & warly abides,\n& braydeȝ out þe bryȝt bronde, & at þe best casteȝ;\n& he schunt for þe scharp, & schulde haf arered,\nA rach rapes hym to, ryȝt er he myȝt,\n& ryȝt bifore þe hors fete þay fel on hym alle,\n& woried me þis wyly wyth a wroth noyse.\nÞe lorde lyȝteȝ bilyue, & cacheȝ by1 sone,\nRased hym ful radly out of þe rach mouþes,\nHaldeȝ heȝe ouer his hede, haloweȝ faste,\n& þer bayen hym mony bray2 houndeȝ;\nHuntes hyȝed hem þeder, with horneȝ ful mony,\nAy re-chatande aryȝt til þay þe renk seȝen;\nBi þat watȝ comen his compeyny noble,\nAlle þat euer ber bugle blowed at ones,\n& alle þise oþer halowed, þat hade no hornes,\nHit watȝ þe myriest mute þat euer men herde,\nÞe rich rurd þat þer watȝ raysed for renaude saule,\nwith lote;\nHor houndeȝ þay þer rewarde,\nHer3 hedeȝ þay fawne & frote,\n& syþen þay tan reynarde,\n& tyrnen of his cote.\n\n& þenne þay helden to home, for hit watȝ nieȝ nyȝt,\nStrakande ful stoutly in hor store horneȝ;\nÞe lorde is lyȝt at þe laste at hys lef home,\nFyndeȝ fire vpon flet, þe freke þer by-side,\nSir Gawayn þe gode, þat glad watȝ with alle,\nAmong þe ladies for luf he ladde much ioye,\nHe were a bleaunt of blwe, þat bradde to þe erþe,\nHis surkot semed hym wel, þat softe watȝ forred,\n& his hode of þat ilke henged on his schulder,\nBlande al of blaunner were boþe al aboute.\nHe meteȝ me þis god mon in myddeȝ þe flore,\n& al with gomen he hym gret, & goudly he sayde,\n\"I schal fylle vpon fyrst oure forwardeȝ nouþe,\nÞat we spedly han spoken, þer spared watȝ no drynk;\"\nÞen acoles he [þe] knyȝt, & kysses hym þryes,\nAs sauerly & sadly as he hem sette couþe.\n\"Bi Kryst,\" quod þat oþer knyȝt, \"ȝe cach much sele,\nIn cheuisaunce of þis chaffer, ȝif ȝe hade goud chepeȝ.\"\n\"Ȝe of þe chepe no charg,\" quod chefly þat oþer,\n\"As is pertly payed þe chepeȝ þat I aȝte.\"\n\"Mary,\" quod þat oþer mon, \"myn is bi-hynde,\nFor I haf hunted al þis day, & noȝt haf I geten,\nBot þis foule fox felle, þe fende haf þe godeȝ,\n& þat is ful pore, for to pay for suche prys þinges,\nAs ȝe haf þryȝt me here, þro suche þre cosses,\nso gode.\"\n\"I-noȝ,\" quod sir Gawayn,\n\"I þonk yow, bi þe rode;\"\n& how þe fox watȝ slayn,\nHe tolde hym, as þay stode.\n\nWith merþe & mynstralsye, wyth meteȝ at hor wylle,\nÞay maden as mery as any men moȝten,\nWith laȝyng of ladies, with loteȝ of bordes;\nGawayn & þe gode mon so glad were þay boþe,\nBot if þe douthe had doted, oþer dronken ben oþer,\nBoþe þe mon & þe meyny maden mony iapeȝ,\nTil þe sesoun watȝ seȝen, þat þay seuer moste;\nBurneȝ to hor bedde be-houed at þe laste.\nÞenne loȝly his leue at þe lorde fyrst\nFochcheȝ þis fre mon, & fayre he hym þonkkeȝ;\n\"Of such a sellyly1 soiorne, as I haf hade here,\nYour honour, at þis hyȝe fest, þe hyȝe kyng yow ȝelde!\nI ȝef yow me for on of youreȝ, if yowre-self lykeȝ,\nFor I mot nedes, as ȝe wot, meue to morne;\n& ȝe me take sum tolke, to teche, as ȝe hyȝt,\nÞe gate to þe grene chapel, as god wyl me suffer\nTo dele, on nwȝereȝ day, þe dome of my wyrdes.\"\n\"In god fayþe,\" quod þe god mon. \"wyth a goud wylle;\nAl þat euer I yow hyȝt, halde schal I rede.\"\nÞer asyngnes he a seruaunt, to sett hym in þe waye,\n& coundue hym by þe downeȝ, þat he no drechch had,\nFor to f[e]rk þurȝ þe fryth, & fare at þe gaynest,\nbi greue.\nÞe lorde Gawayn con þonk,\nSuch worchip he wolde hym weue;\nÞen at þo ladyeȝ wlonk.\nÞe knyȝt hatȝ tan his leue.\n\nWith care & wyth kyssyng he carppeȝ hem tille,\n& fele þryuande þonkkeȝ he þrat hom to haue,\n& þay ȝelden hym aȝay[n] ȝeply þat ilk;\nÞay bikende hym to Kryst, with ful colde sykyngeȝ.\nSyþen fro þe meyny he menskly de-partes;\nVche mon þat he mette, he made hem a þonke,\nFor his seruyse, & his solace, & his sere pyne,\nÞat þay wyth busynes had ben, aboute hym to serue;\n& vche segge as sore, to seuer with hym þere,\nAs þay hade wonde worþyly with þat wlonk euer.\nÞen with ledes & lyȝt he watȝ ladde to his chambre,\n& blybely broȝt to his bedde, to be at his rest;\nȝif he ne slepe soundyly, say ne dar I,\nFor he hade muche on þe morn to mynne, ȝif he wolde,\nin þoȝt;\nLet hym lyȝe þere stille,\nHe hatȝ1 nere þat he soȝt,\n& ȝe wyl a whyle be stylle,\nI schal telle yow how þay wroȝt.\n\nNow neȝeȝ þe nwȝere, & þe nyȝt passeȝ,\nÞe day dryueȝ to þe derk, as dryȝtyn biddeȝ;\nBot wylde wedereȝ of þe worlde wakned þeroute,\nClowdes kesten kenly þe colde to þe erþe,\nWyth nyȝe1 in-noghe of þe norþe, þe naked to tene;\nÞe snawe snitered ful snart, þat snayped þe wylde;\nÞe werbelande wynde wapped fro þe hyȝe,\n& drof vche dale ful of dryftes ful grete.\nÞe leude lystened ful wel, þat leȝ in his bedde,\nÞaȝ he lowkeȝ his liddeȝ, ful lyttel he slepes;\nBi vch kok þat crue, he knwe wel þe steuen.\nDe-liuerly he dressed vp, er þe day sprenged,\nFor þere watȝ lyȝt of a lau[m]pe, þat lemed in his chambre;\nHe called to his chamberlayn, þat cofly hym swared,\n& bede hym bryng hym his bruny, & his blonk sadel;\nÞat oþer ferkeȝ hym vp, & fecheȝ hym his wedeȝ,\n& grayþeȝ me sir Gawayn vpon a grett wyse.\nFyrst he clad hym in his cloþeȝ, þe colde for to were;\n& syþen his oþer harnays, þat holdely watȝ keped,\nBoþe his paunce, & his plateȝ, piked ful clene,\nÞe ryngeȝ2 rokked of þe roust, of his riche bruny;\n& al watȝ fresch as vpon fyrst, & he watȝ fayn þenne\nto þonk;\nHe hade vpon vche pece,\nWypped ful wel & wlonk;\nÞe gayest in to Grece,\nÞe burne bede bryng his blonk.\n\nWhyle þe wlonkest wedes he warp on hym-seluen;\nHis cote, wyth be conysaunce of þe clere werkeȝ,\nEnnurned vpon veluet vertuuus1 stoneȝ,\nAboute beten, & bounden, enbrauded semeȝ,\n& fayre furred with-inne wyth fayre pelures.\nȜet laft he not þe lace, þe ladieȝ gifte,\nÞat for-gat not Gawayn, for gode of hym-seluen;\nBi he hade belted þe bronde vpon his balȝe hauncheȝ,\nÞenn dressed he his drurye double hym aboute;\nSwyþe sweþled vmbe his swange swetely, þat knyȝt,\nÞe gordel of þe grene silke, þat gay wel bisemed,\nVpon þat ryol red cloþe, þat ryche watȝ to schewe.\nBot wered not þis ilk wyȝe for wele þis gordel,\nFor pryde of þe pendaunteȝ, þaȝ polyst þay were,\n& þaȝ þe glyterande golde glent vpon endeȝ,\nBot forto sauen hym-self, when suffer hym by-houed,\nTo byde bale with-oute dabate, of bronde hym to were,\noþer knyffe;\nBi þat þe bolde mon boun,\nWynneȝ þeroute bilyue,\nAlle þe meyny of renoun,\nHe þonkkeȝ ofte ful ryue.\n\nThenne watȝ Gryngolet grayþe, þat gret watȝ & huge,\n& hade ben soiourned sauerly, & in a siker wyse,\nHym lyst prik for poynt, þat proude hors þenne;\nÞe wyȝe wynneȝ hym to, & wyteȝ on his lyre,\n& sayde soberly hym-self, & by his soth swereȝ,\n\"Here is a meyny in þis mote, þat on menske þenkkeȝ,\nÞe mon hem maynteines, ioy mot þay haue;\nÞe leue lady, on lyue luf hir bityde;\nȜif þay for charyté cherysen a gest,\n& halden honour in her honde, þe haþel hem ȝelde,\nÞat haldeȝ þe heuen vpon hyȝe, & also yow alle!\n& ȝif I myȝt lyf vpon londe lede any quyle,\nI schuld rech yow sum rewarde redyly, if I myȝt.\"\nÞenn steppeȝ he in-to stirop, & strydeȝ alofte;\nHis schalk schewed hym his schelde, on schulder he hit laȝt,\nGordeȝ to Gryngolet, with his gilt heleȝ,\n& he starteȝ on þe ston, stod he no lenger,\nto praunce;\nHis haþel on hors watȝ þenne,\nÞat bere his spere & launce.\n\"Þis kastel to Kryst I kenne,\nHe gef hit ay god chaunce!\"\n\nThe brygge watȝ brayde doun, & þe brode ȝateȝ\nVnbarred, & born open, vpon boþe halue;\nÞe burne blessed hym bilyue, & þe bredeȝ passed;\nPrayses þe porter, bifore þe prynce kneled,\nGef hym God & goud day, þat Gawayn he saue;\n& went on his way, with his wyȝe one,\nÞat schulde teche hym to tourne to þat tene place,\nÞer þe ruful race he schulde re-sayue.\nÞay boȝen bi bonkkeȝ, þer boȝeȝ ar bare,\nÞay clomben bi clyffeȝ, þer clengeȝ þe colde;\nÞe heuen watȝ vp halt, bot vgly þer vnder,\nMist muged on þe mor, malt on þe mounteȝ,\nVch hille hade a hatte, a myst-hakel huge;\nBrokeȝ byled, & breke, bi bonkkeȝ aboute,\nSchyre schaterande on schoreȝ, þer þay doun schowued.\nWelawylle watȝ þe way, þer þay bi wod schulden,\nTil hit watȝ sone sesoun, þat þe sunne ryses,\nþat tyde;\nÞay were on a hille ful hyȝe,\nÞe quyte snaw lay bisyde;\nÞe burne þat rod hym by\nBede his mayster abide.\n\n\"For I haf wonnen yow hider, wyȝe, at þis tyme,\n& now nar ȝe not fer fro þat note place,\nÞat ȝe han spied & spuryed so specially after;\nBot I schal say yow for soþe, syþen I yow knowe,\n& ȝe ar a lede vpon lyue, þat I wel louy,\nWolde ȝe worch bi my wytte, ȝe worþed þe better.\nÞe place þat ȝe prece to, ful perelous is halden;\nÞer woneȝ a wyȝe in þat waste, þe worst vpon erþe;\nFor he is stiffe, & sturne, & to strike louies,\n& more he is þen any mon vpon myddelerde,\n& his body bigger þen þe best fowre.\nÞat ar in Arþureȝ hous, Hestor1 oþer oþer.\nHe cheueȝ þat chaunce at þe chapel grene;\nÞer passes non bi þat place, so proude in his armes,\nÞat he ne dynneȝ hym to deþe, with dynt of his honde;\nFor he is a mon methles, & mercy non vses,\nFor he hit chorle, oþer chaplayn, þat bi þe chapel rydes,\nMonk, oþer masse-prest, oþer any mon elles,\nHym þynk as queme hym to quelle, as quyk go hym seluen.\nFor-þy I say þe as soþe as ȝe in sadel sitte,\nCom ȝe þere, ȝe be kylled, [I] may þe knyȝt rede,\nTrawe ȝe me þat trwely, þaȝ ȝe had twenty lyues\nto spende;\nHe hatȝ wonyd here ful ȝore,\nOn bent much baret bende,\nAȝayn his dynteȝ sore,\nȜe may not yow defende.\"\n\n\"For-þy, goude sir Gawayn, let þe gome one,\n& gotȝ a-way sum oþer gate; vpon Goddeȝ halue;\nCayreȝ bi sum oþer kyth, þer Kryst mot yow spede;\n& I schal hyȝ me hom aȝayn, & hete yow fyrre,\nÞat I schal swere bi God, & alle his gode halȝeȝ,\nAs help me God & þe halydam, & oþeȝ in-noghe,\nÞat I schal lelly yow layne, & lance neuer tale,\nÞat euer ȝe fondet to fle, for freke þat I wyst.\"\n\"Grant merci;\" quod Gawayn, & gruchyng he sayde,\n\"Wel worth þe wyȝe, þat woldeȝ my gode,\n& þat lelly me layne, I leue wel þou woldeȝ!\nBot helde þou hit neuer so holde, & I here passed,\nFounded for ferde for to fle, in fourme þat þou telleȝ,\nI were a knyȝt kowarde, I myȝt not1 be excused.\nBot I wy1 to þe chape1, for chaunce þat may falle,\n& talk wyth þat ilk tulk þe tale þat me lyste,\nWorþe hit wele, oþer wo, as þe wyrde lykeȝ\nhit hafe;\nÞaȝe he be a sturn knape,\nTo stiȝtel, &2 stad with staue,\nFul wel con dryȝtyn schape,\nHis seruaunteȝ forto saue.\"\n\n\"Mary!\" quod þat oþer mon, \"now þou so much spelleȝ,\nÞat þou wylt þyn awen nye nyme to þy-seluen,\n& þe lyst lese þy lyf, þe lette I ne kepe;\nHaf here þi helme on þy hede, þi spere in þi honde,\n& ryde me doun þis ilk rake, bi ȝon rokke syde,\nTil þou be broȝt to þe boþem of þe brem valay;\nÞenne loke a littel on þe launde, on þi lyfte honde,\n& þou schal se in þat slade þe self chapel,\n& þe borelych burne on bent, þat hit kepeȝ.\nNow fareȝ wel on Godeȝ half, Gawayn þe noble,\nFor alle þe golde vpon grounde I nolde go with þe,\nNe bere þe felaȝschip þurȝ þis fryth on fote fyrre.\"\nBi þat þe wyȝe in þe wod wendeȝ his brydel,\nHit þe hors with þe heleȝ, as harde as he myȝt,\nLepeȝ hym ouer þe launde, & leueȝ þe knyȝt þere,\nal one.\n\"Bi Goddeȝ self,\" quod Gawayn,\n\"I wyl nauþer grete ne grone,\nTo Goddeȝ wylle I am ful bayn,\n& to hym I haf me tone.\"\n\nThenne gyrdeȝ he to Gryngolet, & gedereȝ þe rake,\nSchowueȝ in bi a schore, at a schaȝe syde,\nRideȝ þurȝ þe roȝe bonk, ryȝt to þe dale;\n& þenne he wayted hym aboute, & wylde hit hym þoȝt,\n& seȝe no syngne of resette, bisydeȝ nowhere,\nBot hyȝe bonkkeȝ & brent, vpon boþe halue,\n& ruȝe knokled knarreȝ, with knorned stoneȝ;\nÞe skweȝ of þe scowtes skayued1 hym þoȝt.\nÞenne he houed, & wyth-hylde his hors at þat tyde,\n& ofte chaunged his cher, þe chapel to seche;\nHe seȝ non suche in no syde, & selly hym þoȝt,\nSone a lyttel on a launde, a lawe as hit we[re];\nA balȝ berȝ, bi a bonke, þe brymme by-syde,\nBi a forȝ of a flode, þat ferked þare;\nÞe borne blubred þer-inne, as hit boyled hade.\nÞe knyȝt kacheȝ his caple, & com to þe lawe,\nLiȝteȝ doun luflyly, & at a lynde tacheȝ\nÞe rayne, & his riche, with a roȝe braunche;\nÞen[n]e he boȝeȝ to þe berȝe, aboute hit he walke,\nD[e]batande with hym-self, quat hit be myȝt.\nHit hade a hole on þe ende, & on ayþer syde,\n& ouer-growen with gresse in glodes ay where,\n& al watȝ holȝ in-with, nobot an olde caue,\nOr a creuisse of an olde cragge, he couþe hit noȝt deme\nwith spelle,\n\"We,2 lorde,\" quod þe gentyle knyȝt,\n\"Wheþer þis be þe grene chapelle;\nHe myȝt aboute myd-nyȝt,\n[Þ]e dele his matynnes telle!\"\n\n\"Now i-wysse,\" quod Wowayn, \"wysty is here;\nÞis oritore is vgly, with erbeȝ ouer-growen;\nWel bisemeȝ þe wyȝe wruxled in grene\nDele here his deuocioun, on þe deueleȝ wyse;\nNow I fele hit is þe fende, in my fyue wytteȝ,\nÞat hatȝ stoken me þis steuen, to strye me here;\nÞis is a chapel of meschaunce, þat chekke hit by-tyde,\nHit is þe corsedest kyrk, þat euer i com inne!\"\nWith heȝe helme on his hede, his launce in his honde,\nHe romeȝ vp to þe rokke of þo roȝ woneȝ;\nÞene herde he of þat hyȝe hil, in a harde roche,\nBiȝonde þe broke, in a bonk, a wonder breme noyse,\nQuat! hit clatered in þe clyff, as hit cleue schulde,\nAs one vpon a gryndelston hade grounden a syþe;\nWhat! hit wharred, & whette, as water at a mulne,\nWhat! hit rusched, & ronge, rawþe to here.\nÞenne \"bi Godde,\" quod Gawayn, \"þat gere as1 I trowe,\nIs ryched at þe reuerence, me renk to mete,\nbi rote;\nLet God worche we loo,\nHit helppeȝ me not a mote,\nMy lif þaȝ I for-goo,\nDrede dotȝ me no lote.\"\n\nThenne þe knyȝt con calle ful hyȝe,\n\"Who stiȝtleȝ in þis sted, me steuen to holde?\nFor now is gode Gawayn goande ryȝt here,\nIf any wyȝe oȝt wyl wynne hider fast,\nOþer now, oþer neuer, his nedeȝ to spede.\"\n\"Abyde,\" quod on on þe bonke, abouen ouer his hede,\n\"& þou schal haf al in hast, þat I þe hyȝt ones.\"\nȜet he rusched on þat rurde, rapely a þrowe,\n& wyth quettyng a-wharf, er he wolde lyȝt;\n& syþen he keuereȝ bi a cragge, & comeȝ of a hole,\nWhyrlande out of a wro, wyth a felle weppen,\nA deneȝ ax nwe dyȝt, þe dynt with [t]o ȝelde\nWith a borelych bytte, bende by þe halme,\nFyled in a fylor, fowre fote large,\nHit watȝ no lasse, bi þat lace þat lemed ful bryȝt.\n& þe gome in þe erene gered as fyrst,\nBoþe þe lyre & þe leggeȝ, lokkeȝ, & berde,\nSaue þat fayre on his fote he foundeȝ on þe erþe,\nSette þe stele to þe stone, & stalked bysyde.\nWhen he wan to þe watter, þer he wade nolde,\nHe hypped ouer on hys ax, & orpedly strydeȝ,\nBremly broþe on a bent, þat brode watȝ a-boute,\non snawe.\nSir Gawayn þe knyȝt con mete.\nHe ne lutte hym no þyng lowe,\nÞat oþer sayde, \"now, sir swete,\nOf steuen mon may þe trowe.\"\n\n\"Gawayn,\" quod þat grene gome, \"God þe mot loke!\nI-wysse þou art welcom,1 wyȝe, to my place,\n& þou hatȝ tymed þi trauayl as true2 mon schulde;\n& þou knoweȝ þe couenaunteȝ kest vus by-twene,\nAt þis tyme twelmonyth þou toke þat þe falled,\n& I schulde at þis nwe ȝere ȝeply þe quyte.\n& we ar in þis valay, verayly oure one,\nHere ar no renkes vs to rydde, rele as vus likeȝ;\nHaf þy3 helme of þy hede, & haf here þy pay;\nBusk no more debate þen I þe bede þenne,\n\"When þou wypped of my hede at a wap one.\"\n\"Nay, bi God,\" quod Gawayn, \"þat me gost lante,\nI schal gruch þe no grwe, for grem þat falleȝ;\nBotstyȝtel þe vpon on strok, & I schal stonde stylle,\n& warp þe no wernyng, to worch as þe lykeȝ,\nno whare.\"\nHe lened with þe nek, & lutte,\n& schewed þat schyre al bare,\n& lette as he noȝt dutte,\nFor drede he wolde not dare.\n\nThen þe gome in þe grene grayþed hym swyþe,\nGedereȝ yp hys grymme tole, Gawayn to smyte;\nWith alle þe bur in his body he ber hit on lofte,\nMunt as maȝtyly, as marre hym he wolde;\nHade hit dryuen adoun, as dreȝ as he atled,\nÞer hade ben ded of his dynt, þat doȝty watȝ euer.\nBot Gawayn on þat giserne glyfte hym bysyde,\nAs hit com glydande adoun, on glode hym to schende,\n& schranke a lytel with þe schulderes, for þe scharp yrne.\nÞat oþer schalk wyth a schunt þe schene wythhaldeȝ,\n& þenne repreued he þe prynce with mony prowde wordeȝ:\n\"Þou art not Gawayn,\" quod þe gome, \"þat is so goud halden,\nÞat neuer arȝed for no here, by hylle ne be vale,\n& now þou fles for ferde, er þou fele harmeȝ;\nSuch cowardise of þat knyȝt cowþe I neuer here.\nNawþer fyked I, ne flaȝe, freke, quen þou myntest,\nNe kest no kauelacion, in kyngeȝ hous Arthor,\nMy hede flaȝ to my fote, & ȝet flaȝ I neuer;\n& þou, er any harme hent, arȝeȝ in hert,\nWherfore þe better burne me burde be called\nþer-fore.\"\nQuod G:, \"I schunt oneȝ,\n& so wyl I no more,\nBot paȝ my hede falle on þe stoneȝ,\nI con not hit restore.\n\nBot busk, burne, bi þi fayth, & bryng me to þe poynt,\nDele to me my destiné, & do hit out of honde,\nFor I schal stonde þe a strok, & start no more,\nTil þyn ax haue me hitte, haf here my trawþe.\"\n\"Haf at þe þenne,\" quod þat oþer, & heueȝ hit alofte,\n& wayteȝ as wroþely, as he wode were;\nHe mynteȝ at hym maȝtyly, bot not þe mon ryueȝ,1\nWith-helde heterly h[i]s honde, er hit hurt myȝt.\nGawayn grayþely hit bydeȝ, & glent with no membre,\nBot stode stylle as þe ston, oþer a stubbe auþer,\nÞat raþeled is in roche grounde, with roteȝ a hundreth.\nÞen muryly efte con he mele, þe mon in þe grene,\n\"So now þou hatȝ þi hert holle, hitte me bihou[e]s;\nHalde þe now þe hyȝe hode, þat Arþur þe raȝt,\n& kepe þy kanel at þis kest, ȝif hit keuer may.\"\nG: ful gryndelly with greme þenne sayde,\n\"Wy þresch on, þou þro mon, þou þreteȝ to longe,\nI hope þat þi hert arȝe wyth þyn awen seluen.\"\n\"For soþe,\" quod þat oþer freke, \"so felly þou spekeȝ,\nI wyl no lenger on lyte lette þin ernde,\nriȝt nowe.\"\nÞenne tas he2 hym stryþe to stryke,\n& frounses boþe lyppe & browe,\nNo meruayle þaȝ hym myslyke,\nÞat hoped of no rescowe.\n\nHe lyftes lyȝtly his lome, & let hit doun fayre,\nWith þe barbe of þe bitte bi þe bare nek\nÞaȝ he homered heterly, hurt hym no more,\nBot snyrt hym on þat on syde, þat seuered þe hyde;\nÞe scharp schrank to þe flesche þurȝ þe schyre grece,\nÞat þe schene blod over his schulderes schot to þe erþe.\n& quen þe burne seȝ þe blode blenk on þe snawe,\nHe sprit forth spenne fote more þen a spere lenþe,\nHent heterly his helme, & on his hed cast,\nSchot with his schuldereȝ his fayre schelde vnder,\nBraydeȝ out a bryȝt sworde, & bremely he spekeȝ;\nNeuer syn þat he watȝ burne borne of his moder,\nWatȝ he neuer in þis worlde, wyȝe half so blyþe:—\n\"Blynne, burne, of þy bur, bede me no mo;\nI haf a stroke in þis sted with-oute stryf hent,\n& if þow recheȝ me any mo, I redyly schal quyte,\n& ȝelde ȝederly aȝayn, & þer to ȝe tryst,\n& foo;\nBot on stroke here me falleȝ,\nÞe couenaunt schop ryȝt so,\n[Sikered]1 in Arþureȝ halleȝ,\n& þer-fore, hende, now hoo!\"\n\nThe haþel heldet hym fro, & on his ax rested,\nSette þe schaft vpon schore, & to be scharp lened,\n& loked to þe leude, þat on þe launde ȝede,\nHow þat doȝty dredles deruely þer stondeȝ,\nArmed ful aȝleȝ; in hert hit hym lykeȝ.\nþenn he meleȝ muryly, wyth a much steuen,\n& wyth a r[a]ykande rurde he to þe renk sayde,\n\"Bolde burne, on þis bent be not so gryndel;\nNo mon here vn-manerly þe mys-boden habbe,\nNe kyd, bot as couenaunde, at kyngeȝ kort schaped;\nI hyȝt þe a strok, & þou hit hatȝ, halde þe wel payed,\nI relece þe of þe remnaunt, of ryȝtes alle oþer;\nȜif1 I deliuer had bene, a boffet, paraunter,\nI couþe wroþeloker haf waret, [&] to þe haf wroȝt anger.2\nFyrst I mansed þe muryly, with a mynt one,\n& roue þe wyth no rof, sore with ryȝt I þe profered,\nFor þe forwarde that we fest in þe fyrst nyȝt,\n& þou trystyly þe trawþe & trwly me haldeȝ,\nAl þe gayne þow me gef, as god mon shulde;\nÞat oþer munt for þe morne, mon, I þe profered,\nÞou kyssedes my clere wyf, þe cosseȝ me raȝteȝ,\nFor boþe two here I þe bede bot two bare myntes,\nboute scaþe;\nTrwe mon trwe restore,\nÞenne þar mon drede no waþe;\nAt þe þrid þou fayled þore,\n& þer-for þat tappe ta þe.\n\nFor hit is my wede þat þou wereȝ, þat ilke wouen girdel,\nMyn owen wyf hit þe weued, I wot wel forsoþe;\nNow know I wel þy cosses, & þy costes als,\n& þe wowyng of my wyf, I wroȝt hit myseluen;\nI sende hir to asay þe, & sothly me þynkkeȝ,\nOn þe fautlest freke, þat euer on fote ȝede;\nAs perle bi þe quite pese is of prys more,\nSo is Gawayn, in god fayth, bi oþer gay knyȝteȝ.\nBot here you lakked a lyttel, sir, & lewte yow wonted,\nBot þat watȝ for no wylyde werke, ne wowyng nauþer,\nBot for ȝe lufed your lyf, þe lasse I yow blame.\"\nÞat oþer stif mon in study stod a gret whyle;\nSo agreued for greme he gryed with-inne,\nAlle þe blode of his brest blende in his face,\nÞat al he schrank for schome, þat þe schalk talked.\nÞe forme worde vpon folde, þat þe freke meled,—\n\"Corsed worth cowarddyse & couetyse boþe!\nIn yow is vylany & vyse, þat vertue disstryeȝ.\"\nÞenne he kaȝt to þe knot, & þe kest lawseȝ,\nBrayde broþely þe belt to þe burne seluen:\n\"Lo! þer þe falssyng, foule mot hit falle!\nFor care of þy knokke cowardyse me taȝt\nTo a-corde me with couetyse, my kynde to for-sake,\nÞat is larges & lewte, þat longeȝ to knyȝteȝ.\nNow am I fawty, & falce, & ferde haf ben euer;\nOf trecherye & vn-trawþe boþe bityde sorȝe\n& care!\nI bi-knowe yow, knyȝt, here stylle,\nAl fawty is my fare,\nLeteȝ me ouer-take your wylle,\n& efle I schal be ware.\"\n\nThenne loȝe þat oþer leude, & luflyly sayde,\n\"I halde hit hardily1 hole, þe harme þat I hade;\nÞou art confessed so clene, be-knowen of þy mysses,\n& hatȝ þe penaunce apert, of þe poynt of myn egge,\nI halde þe polysed of þat plyȝt, & pured as clene,\nAs þou hadeȝ neuer forfeted, syþen þou watȝ fyrst borne.\n& I gif þe, sir, þe gurdel þat is golde hemmed;\nFor hit is grene as my goune, sir G:, ȝe maye\nÞenk vpon þis ilke þrepe, þer þou forth þryngeȝ\nAmong prynces of prys, & þis a pure token\nOf þe chaunce of þe grene chapel, at cheualrous knyȝteȝ;\n& ȝe schal in þis nwe ȝer aȝayn to my woneȝ,\n& we schyn reuel þe remnaunt of þis ryche fest,\nful bene.\"\nÞer laþed hym fast þe lorde,\n& sayde, \"with my wyf, I wene,\nWe schal yow wel acorde,\nÞat watȝ your enmy kene.\"\n\n\"Nay, for soþe,\" quod þe segge, & sesed hys helme,\n& hatȝ hit of hendely, & þe haþel þonkkeȝ,\n\"I haf soiorned sadly, sele yow bytyde,\n& he ȝelde hit yow ȝare, þat ȝarkkeȝ al menskes!\n& comaundeȝ me to þat cortays, your comlych fere,\nBoþe þat on & þat oþer, myn honoured ladyeȝ.\nÞat þus hor knyȝt wyth hor kest han koyntly bigyled.\nBot hit is no ferly, þaȝ a fole madde,\n& þurȝ wyles of wymmen be wonen to sorȝe;\nFor so watȝ Adam in erde with one bygyled,\n& Salamon with fele sere, & Samson eft soneȝ,\nDalyda dalt hym hys wyrde, & Dauyth þer-after\nWatȝ blended with Barsabe, þat much bale þoled.\nNow þese were wrathed wyth her wyles, hit were a wynne huge,\nTo luf hom wel, & leue hem not, a leude þat couþe,\nFor þes wer forne1 þe freest þat folȝed alle þe sele,\nEx-ellently of alle þyse oþer, vnder heuen-ryche,\nþat mused;\n& alle þay were bi-wyled,\nWith2 wymmen þat þay vsed,\nÞaȝ I be now bigyled,\nMe þink me burde be excused.\"\n\n\"Bot your gordel,\" quod G: \"God yow for-ȝelde!\nÞat wyl I welde wyth good wylle, not for þe wynne golde,\nNe þe saynt, ne þe sylk, ne þe syde pendaundes,\nFor wele, ne for worchyp, ne for þe wlonk werkkeȝ,\nBot in syngne of my surfet I schal se hit ofte;\nWhen I ride in renoun, remorde to myseluen\nÞe faut & þe fayntyse of þe flesche crabbed,\nHow tender hit is to entyse teches of fylþe;\n& þus, quen pryde schal me pryk, for prowes of armes,\nÞe loke to þis luf lace schal leþe my hert.\nBot on I wolde yow pray, displeses yow neuer;\nSyn ȝe be lorde of þe ȝonde[r] londe, þer I haf lent inne,\nWyth yow wyth worschyp,—þe wyȝe hit yow ȝelde\nÞat vp-haldeȝ þe heuen, & on hyȝ sitteȝ,—\nHow norne ȝe yowre ryȝt nome, & þenne no more?\"\n\"Þat schal I telle þe trwly,\" quod þat oþer þenne,\n\"Bernlak de Hautdesert I hat in þis londe,\nÞurȝ myȝt of Morgne la Faye, þat in my hous lenges,\n&1 koyntyse of clergye, bi craftes wel lerned,\nÞe maystres of Merlyn, mony ho2 taken;\nFor ho hatȝ dalt drwry ful dere sum tyme,\nWith þat conable klerk, þat knowes alle your knyȝteȝ\nat hame;\nMorgne þe goddes,\nÞer-fore hit is hir name;\nWeldeȝ non so hyȝe hawtesse,\nÞat ho ne con make ful tame.\n\nHo wayned me vpon þis wyse to your wynne halle,\nFor to assay þe surquidre, ȝif hit soth were,\nÞat rennes of þe grete renoun of þe Rounde Table;\nHo wayned me þis wonder, your wytteȝ to reue,\nFor to haf greued Gaynour, & gart hir to dyȝe.\nWith gopnyng1 of þat ilke gomen, þat gostlych speked,\nWith his hede in his honde, bifore þe hyȝe table.\nÞat is ho þat is at home, þe auncian lady;\nHo is euen þyn aunt, Arþureȝ half suster,\nÞe duches doȝter of Tyntagelle, þat dere Vter after\nHade Arþur vpon, þat aþel is nowþe.\nÞerfore I eþe þe, haþel, to com to þy naunt,\nMake myry in my hous, my meny þe louies,\n& I wol þe as wel, wyȝe, bi my faythe,\nAs any gome vnder God, for þy grete trauþe.\"\n& he nikked hym naye, he nolde bi no wayes;\nÞay acolen & kyssen, [bikennen] ayþer oþer\nTo þe prynce of paradise, & parten ryȝt þere,\non coolde;\nGawayn on blonk ful bene,\nTo þe kyngeȝ burȝ buskeȝ bolde,\n& þe knyȝt in þe enker grene,\nWhider-warde so euer he wolde.\n\nWylde wayeȝ in þe worlde Wowen now rydeȝ,\nOn Gryngolet, þat þe grace hade geten of his lyue;\nOfte he herbered in house, & ofte al þeroute,\n& mony a-venture in vale, & venquyst ofte,\nÞat I ne tyȝt, at þis tyme, in tale to remene.\nÞe hurt watȝ hole, þat he hade hent in his nek,\n& þe blykkande belt he bere þeraboute,\nA belef as a bauderyk, bounden bi his syde,\nLoken vnder his lyfte arme, þe lace, with a knot,\nIn tokenyng he watȝ tane in tech of a faute;\n& þus he commes to þe court, knyȝt al in sounde.\nÞer wakned wele in þat wone, when wyst þe grete,\nÞat gode G: watȝ commen, gayn hit hym þoȝt;\nÞe kyng kysseȝ þe knyȝt, & þe whene alce,\n& syþen mony syker knyȝt, þat soȝt hym to haylce,\nOf his fare þat hym frayned, & ferlyly he telles;\nBiknowoȝ alle þe costes of care þat he hade,—\nÞe chaunce of þe chapel, þe chere of þe knyȝt,\nÞe luf of þe ladi, þe lace at þe last.\nÞe nirt in þe nek he naked hem schewed,\nÞat he laȝt for his vnleute at þe leudes hondes,\nfor blame;\nHe tened quen he schulde telle,\nHe groned for gref & grame;\nÞe blod in his face con melle,\nWhen he hit schulde schewe, for schame.\n\n\"Lo! lorde,\" quod þe leude, & þe lace hondeled,\n\"Þis is þe bende of þis blame I bere [in] my nek,\nÞis is þe laþe & þe losse, þat I laȝt haue,\nOf couardise & couetyse, þat I haf caȝt þare,\nÞis is þe token of vn-trawþe, þat I am tan inne,\n& I mot nedeȝ hit were, wyle I may last;\nFor non may hyden his harme, bot vnhap ne may hit,\nFor þer hit oneȝ is tachched, twynne wil hit neuer.\"\nÞe kyng comforteȝ þe knyȝt, & alle þe court als,\nLaȝen loude þer-at, & luflyly acorden,\nÞat lordes & ladis, þat longed to þe Table,\nVche burne of þe broþer-hede a bauderyk schulde haue,\nA bende, a belef hym aboute, of a bryȝt grene,\n& þat, for sake of þat segge, in swete to were.\nFor þat watȝ acorded þe renoun of þe Rounde Table,\n& he honoured þat hit hade, euer-more after,\nAs hit is breued in þe best boke of romaunce.\nÞus in Arthurus day þis aunter bitidde,\nÞe Brutus bokees þer-of beres wyttenesse;\nSyþen Brutus, þe bolde burne, boȝed hider fyrst,\nAfter þe segge & þe asaute watȝ sesed at Troye,\nI-wysse;\nMony auntereȝ here bi-forne,\nHaf fallen suche er þis:\nNow þat bere þe croun of þorne,\nHe bryng vus to his blysse! AMEN.","themes":["nature","hope","time","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/14568/pg14568-images.html","sourceId":"gawain","sourceEdition":"Sir Gawayne and the Green Knight, edited by Richard Morris, second edition revised 1869; Project Gutenberg 14568","sourceLocator":"complete","sourceNote":"Complete Middle English verse from the historical edition, not a modern translation. Source spelling retained using the edition’s Unicode-yogh transcription; the duplicate ASCII transcription is not imported. Marginal summaries, line numbers and editorial notes removed. Anonymous authorship; attribution to the Gawain/Pearl poet is conventional.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"8a8435bbe474a390d09c9393517d8d54d6e02e9cd3c044469a82f8ce77342279","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Historical source edition reviewed for US and India; see docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"tom-bedlam-song","title":"Tom O’Bedlam’s Song","poet":"Tom O’Bedlam poet (anonymous)","lang":"en","form":"Ballad / historical version","text":"From the hag and hungry goblin\nThat into rags would rend ye,\nAll the spirits that stand\nBy the naked man,\nIn the book of moons defend ye!\nThat of your five sound senses\nYou never be forsaken;\nNor travel from\nYourselves with Tom\nAbroad, to beg your bacon.\n\nCHORUS.\n\nNor never sing any food and feeding,\nMoney, drink, or clothing;\nCome dame or maid,\nBe not afraid,\nFor Tom will injure nothing.\n\nOf thirty bare years have I\nTwice twenty been enraged;\nAnd of forty been\nThree times fifteen\nIn durance soundly caged.\nIn the lovely lofts of Bedlam,\nIn stubble soft and dainty,\nBrave bracelets strong,\nSweet whips ding, dong,\nAnd a wholesome hunger plenty.\n\nWith a thought I took for Maudlin,\nAnd a cruse of cockle pottage,\nAnd a thing thus—tall,\nSky bless you all,\nI fell into this dotage.\nI slept not till the Conquest;\nTill then I never waked;\nTill the roguish boy\nOf love where I lay,\nMe found, and stript me naked.\n\nWhen short I have shorn my sow's face,\nAnd swigg'd my horned barrel;\nIn an oaken inn\nDo I pawn my skin,\nAs a suit of gilt apparel.\nThe morn's my constant mistress,\nAnd the lovely owl my morrow;\nThe flaming drake,\nAnd the night-crow, make\nMe music, to my sorrow.\n\nThe palsie plague these pounces,\nWhen I prig your pigs or pullen;\nYour culvers take\nOr mateless make\nYour chanticleer and sullen;\nWhen I want provant with Humphrey I sup,\nAnd when benighted,\nTo repose in Paul's,\nWith waking souls\nI never am affrighted.\n\nI know more than Apollo;\nFor, oft when he lies sleeping,\nI behold the stars\nAt mortal wars,\nAnd the rounded welkin weeping.\nThe moon embraces her shepherd,\nAnd the Queen of Love her warrior;\nWhile the first does horn\nThe stars of the morn,\nAnd the next the heavenly farrier.\n\nWith a heart of furious fancies,\nWhereof I am commander:\nWith a burning spear,\nAnd a horse of air,\nTo the wilderness I wander;\nWith a knight of ghosts and shadows,\nI summoned am to Tourney:\nTen leagues beyond\nThe wide world's end;\nMethinks it is no journey!","themes":["love","hope","grief","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/16350/pg16350-images.html#TOM_O_BEDLAMS","sourceId":"tom-bedlam","sourceEdition":"A Tom-a-Bedlam Song, in Isaac D’Israeli’s Curiosities of Literature, volume II, historical edition; Project Gutenberg 16350","sourceLocator":"song","sourceNote":"Complete seven-stanza version plus chorus as printed in this source. Wording and lineation differ from familiar eight-stanza versions. Anonymous; not attributed to Shakespeare, William Basse or the authors of other Bedlam songs. Surrounding essay and notes excluded.","license":"Public-domain source text in the USA; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"9e7930158f8364793c15a8f08be386ff4bc4bca4faa787e06693550bed26155d","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["US","IN"],"rightsBasis":"Historical source edition reviewed for US and India; see docs/rights-review.md. No worldwide clearance claimed."},{"id":"iqbal-self-complete","title":"The Secrets of the Self (Asrar-i Khudi)","poet":"Allama Muhammad Iqbal","lang":"en","form":"Philosophical long poem · historical English translation","text":"PROLOGUE\n\nWhen the world-illuming sun rushed upon Night like a brigand,\nMy weeping bedewed the face of the rose.\nMy tears washed away sleep from the eye of the narcissus,\nMy passion wakened the grass and made it grow.\nThe Gardener taught me to sing with power,\nHe sowed a verse and reaped a sword.\nIn the soil he planted only the seed of my tears\nAnd wove my lament with the garden, as warp and woof.\nTho’ I am but a mote, the radiant sun is mine:\nWithin my bosom are a hundred dawns.\nMy dust is brighter than Jamshíd’s cup,\nIt knows things that are yet unborn in the world.\nMy thought hunted down and slung from the saddle a deer\nThat has not yet leaped forth from the covert of non-existence.\nFair is my garden ere yet the leaves are green:\nFull-blown roses are hidden in the skirt of my garment.\nI struck dumb the musicians where they were gathered together,\nI smote the heartstrings of all that heard me,\nBecause the lute of my genius hath a rare melody:\nEven to comrades my song is strange.\nI am born in the world as a new sun,\nI have not learned the ways and fashions of the sky:\nNot yet have the stars fled before my splendour,\nNot yet is my quicksilver astir;\nUntouched is the sea by my dancing rays,\nUntouched are the mountains by my crimson hue.\nThe eye of existence is not familiar with me;\nI rise trembling, afraid to show myself.\nFrom the East my dawn arrived and routed Night,\nA fresh dew settled on the rose of the world.\nI am waiting for the votaries that rise at dawn:\nOh, happy they who shall worship my fire!\nI have no need of the ear of To-day,\nI am the voice of the poet of To-morrow.\nMy own age does not understand my deep meanings,\nMy Joseph is not for this market.\nI despair of my old companions,\nMy Sinai burns for sake of the Moses who is coming.\nTheir sea is silent, like dew,\nBut my dew is storm-ridden, like the ocean.\nMy song is of another world than theirs:\nThis bell calls other travellers to take the road.\nHow many a poet after his death\nOpened our eyes when his own were closed,\nAnd journeyed forth again from nothingness\nWhen roses blossomed o’er the earth of his grave!\nAlbeit caravans have passed through this desert,\nThey passed, as a camel steps, with little sound.\nBut I am a lover: loud crying is my faith:\nThe clamour of Judgement Day is one of my minions.\nMy song exceeds the range of the chord,\nYet I do not fear that my lute will break.\n‘Twere better for the waterdrop not to know my torrent,\nWhose fury should rather madden the sea.\nNo river will contain my Omán:\nMy flood requires whole seas to hold it.\nUnless the bud expand into a bed of roses,\nIt is unworthy of my spring-cloud’s bounty.\nLightnings slumber within my soul,\nI sweep over mountain and plain.\nWrestle with my sea, if thou art a plain;\nReceive my lightning, if thou art a Sinai.\nThe Fountain of Life hath been given me to drink,\nI have been made an adept of the mystery of Life.\nThe speck of dust was vitalised by my burning song:\nIt unfolded wings and became a firefly.\nNo one hath told the secret which I will tell\nOr threaded a pearl of thought like mine.\nCome, if thou would’st know the secret of everlasting life!\nCome, if thou would’st win both earth and heaven!\nThe old Guru of the Sky taught me this lore,\nI cannot hide it from my comrades.\n\nO Saki! arise and pour wine into the cup,\nClear the vexation of Time from my heart!\nThe sparkling liquor that flows from Zemzem—\nWere it a beggar, a king would pay homage to it.\nIt makes thought more sober and wise,\nIt makes the keen eye keener,\nIt gives to a straw the weight of a mountain,\nAnd to foxes the strength of lions.\nIt causes dust to soar to the Pleiades\nAnd a drop of water swell to the breadth of the sea.\nIt turns silence into the din of Judgement Day,\nIt makes the foot of the partridge red with blood of the hawk.\nArise and pour pure wine into my cup,\nPour moonbeams into the dark night of my thought,\nThat I may lead home the wanderer\nAnd imbue the idle looker-on with restless impatience;\nAnd advance hotly on a new quest\nAnd become known as the champion of a new spirit;\nAnd be to people of insight as the pupil to the eye,\nAnd sink into the ear of the world, like a voice;\nAnd exalt the worth of Poesy\nAnd sprinkle the dry herbs with my tears.\nInspired by the genius of the Master of Rúm,\nI rehearse the sealed book of secret lore.\nHis soul is the source of the flames,\nI am but as the spark that gleams for a moment.\nHis burning candle consumed me, the moth;\nHis wine overwhelmed my goblet.\nThe Master of Rúm transmuted my earth to gold\nAnd clothed my barren dust with beauty.\nThe grain of sand set forth from the desert,\nThat it might win the radiance of the sun.\nI am a wave and I will come to rest in his sea,\nThat I may make the glistening pearl mine own.\nI who am drunken with the wine of his song\nWill draw life from the breath of his words.\n\n‘Twas night: my heart would fain lament,\nThe silence was filled with my cries to God.\nI was complaining of the sorrows of the world\nAnd bewailing the emptiness of my cup.\nAt last mine eye could endure no more,\nBroken with fatigue it went to sleep.\nThere appeared the Master, formed in the mould of Truth,\nWho wrote the Koran of Persia.\nHe said, “O frenzied lover,\nTake a draught of love’s pure wine.\nStrike the chords of thine heart and rouse a tumultuous strain,\nDash thine head against the cupping-glass and thine eye against the lancet!\nMake thy laughter the source of a hundred sighs,\nMake the hearts of men bleed with thy tears!\nHow long wilt thou be silent, like a bud?\nSell thy fragrance cheap, like the rose!\nTongue-tied, thou art in pain:\nCast thyself upon the fire, like rue!\nLike the bell, break silence at last, and from every limb\nUtter forth a lamentation!\nThou art fire: fill the world with thy glow!\nMake others burn with thy burning!\nProclaim the secrets of the old wine-seller;\nBe thou a surge of wine, and the crystal cup thy robe!\nShatter the mirror of fear,\nBreak the bottles in the bazaar!\nLike the reed-flute, bring a message from the reeds;\nGive to Majnún a message from Lailá!\nCreate a new style for thy song,\nEnrich the feast with thy piercing strains!\nUp, and re-inspire every living soul!\nSay ‘Arise!’ and by that word quicken the living!\nUp, and set thy feet on another path;\nPut aside the passionate melancholy of old!\nBecome familiar with the delight of singing;\nO bell of the caravan, awake!”\n\nAt these words my bosom was enkindled\nAnd swelled with emotion like the flute;\nI rose like music from the string\nTo prepare a Paradise for the ear.\nI unveiled the mystery of the Self\nAnd disclosed its wondrous secret.\n\nMy being was as an unfinished statue,\nUncomely, worthless, good for nothing.\nLove chiselled me: I became a man\nAnd gained knowledge of the nature of the universe.\nI have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky,\nAnd the blood coursing in the veins of the moon.\nMany a night I wept for Man’s sake\nThat I might tear the veil from Life’s mysteries,\nAnd extract the secret of Life’s constitution\nFrom the laboratory of phenomena.\nI who give beauty to this night, like the moon,\nAm as dust in devotion to the pure Faith (Islam)—\nA Faith renowned in hill and dale,\nWhich kindles in men’s hearts a flame of undying song:\nIt sowed an atom and reaped a sun,\nIt harvested a hundred poets like Rúmí and Attár.\nI am a sigh: I will mount to the heavens;\nI am a breath, yet am I sprung of fire.\nDriven onward by high thoughts, my pen\nCast abroad the secret of this veil,\nThat the drop may become co-equal with the sea\nAnd the grain of sand grow into a Sahara.\nPoetising is not the aim of this masnaví,\nBeauty-worshipping and love-making is not its aim.\nI am of India: Persian is not my native tongue;\nI am like the crescent moon: my cup is not full.\nDo not seek from me charm of style in exposition,\nDo not seek from me Khánsár and Isfahan.\nAlthough the language of Hind is sweet as sugar,\nYet sweeter is the fashion of Persian speech.\nMy mind was enchanted by its loveliness,\nMy pen became as a twig of the Burning Bush.\nBecause of the loftiness of my thoughts,\nPersian alone is suitable to them.\nO Reader, do not find fault with the wine-cup,\nBut consider attentively the taste of the wine.\n\nI\n\nShowing that the system of the universe\noriginates in the Self and that the\ncontinuation of the life of all individuals\ndepends on strengthening the Self.\n\nThe form of existence is an effect of the Self,\nWhatsoever thou seest is a secret of the Self.\nWhen the Self awoke to consciousness,\nIt revealed the universe of Thought.\nA hundred worlds are hidden in its essence:\nSelf-affirmation brings Not-self to light.\nBy the Self the seed of hostility is sown in the world:\nIt imagines itself to be other than itself.\nIt makes from itself the forms of others\nIn order to multiply the pleasure of strife.\nIt is slaying by the strength of its arm\nThat it may become conscious of its own strength.\nIts self-deceptions are the essence of Life;\nLike the rose, it lives by bathing itself in blood.\nFor the sake of a single rose it destroys a hundred rose-gardens\nAnd makes a hundred lamentations in quest of a single melody.\nFor one sky it produces a hundred new moons,\nAnd for one word a hundred discourses.\nThe excuse for this wastefulness and cruelty\nIs the shaping and perfecting of spiritual beauty.\nThe loveliness of Shírín justifies the anguish of Farhád,\nThe fragrant navel justifies a hundred musk-deer.\n‘Tis the fate of moths to consume in flame:\nThe suffering of moths is justified by the candle.\nThe pencil of the Self limned a hundred to-days\nIn order to achieve the dawn of a single morrow.\nIts flames burned a hundred Abrahams\nThat the lamp of one Mohammed might be lighted.\nSubject, object, means, and causes—\nThey all exist for the purpose of action.\nThe Self rises, kindles, falls, glows, breathes,\nBurns, shines, walks, and flies.\nThe spaciousness of Time is its arena,\nHeaven is a billow of the dust on its road.\nFrom its rose-planting the world abounds in roses;\nNight is born of its sleep, day springs from its waking.\nIt divided its flame into sparks\nAnd taught the understanding to worship particulars.\nIt dissolved itself and created the atoms,\nIt was scattered for a little while and created the sands.\nThen it wearied of dispersion\nAnd by re-uniting itself it became the mountains.\n‘Tis the nature of the Self to manifest itself:\nIn every atom slumbers the might of the Self.\nPower that is unexpressed and inert\nChains the faculties which lead to action.\nInasmuch as the life of the universe comes from the strength of the Self,\nLife is in proportion to this strength.\nWhen a drop of water gets the Self’s lesson by heart,\nIt makes its worthless existence a pearl.\nWine is formless because its self is weak;\nIt receives a form by favour of the cup.\nAlthough the cup of wine assumes a form,\nIt is indebted to us for its motion.\nWhen the mountain loses its self, it turns into sands\nAnd complains that the sea surges over it;\nBut the wave, so long as it remains a wave in the sea’s bosom,\nMakes itself a rider on the sea’s back.\nLight has been a beggar since the eye first rolled\nAnd moved to and fro in search of beauty;\nBut forasmuch as the grass found a means of growth in its self,\nIts aspiration clove the breast of the garden.\nThe candle too concatenated itself\nAnd built itself out of atoms;\nThen it made a practice of melting itself away and fled from its self\nUntil at last it trickled down from its own eye, like tears.\nIf the bezel had been more self-secure by nature,\nIt would not have suffered wounds,\nBut since it derives its value from the superscription,\nIts shoulder is galled by the burden of another’s name.\nBecause the earth is firmly based on self-existence,\nThe captive moon goes round it perpetually.\nThe being of the sun is stronger than that of the earth:\nTherefore is the earth bewitched by the sun’s eye.\nThe glory of the plane fixes our gaze,\nThe mountains are enriched by its majesty:\nIts raiment is woven of fire,\nIts origin is one self-assertive seed.\nWhen Life gathers strength from the Self,\nThe river of Life expands into an ocean.\n\nII\n\nShowing that the life of the Self\ncomes from forming desires and bringing\nthem to birth.\n\nLife is preserved by purpose:\nBecause of the goal its caravan-bell tinkles.\nLife is latent in seeking,\nIts origin is hidden in desire.\nKeep desire alive in thy heart,\nLest thy little dust become a tomb.\nDesire is the soul of this world of hue and scent,\nThe nature of every thing is faithful to desire.\nDesire sets the heart dancing in the breast,\nAnd by its glow the breast is made bright as a mirror.\nIt gives to earth the power of soaring,\nIt is a Khizr to the Moses of perception.\nFrom the flame of desire the heart takes life,\nAnd when it takes life, all dies that is not true.\nWhen it refrains from forming wishes,\nIts pinion breaks and it cannot soar.\nDesire is an emotion of the Self:\nIt is a restless wave of the Self’s sea.\nDesire is a noose for hunting ideals,\nA binder of the book of deeds.\nNegation of desire is death to the living,\nEven as absence of burning extinguishes the flame.\nWhat is the source of our wakeful eye?\nOur delight in seeing hath taken visible shape.\nThe partridge’s leg is derived from the elegance of its gait,\nThe nightingale’s beak from its endeavour to sing.\nAway from the reed-bed, the reed became happy:\nThe music was released from its prison.\nWhy does the mind strive after new\ndiscoveries and scale the heavens?\nKnowest thou what works this miracle?\n‘Tis desire that enriches Life,\nAnd the intellect is a child of its womb.\nWhat are social organisation, customs, and laws?\nWhat is the secret of the novelties of science?\nA desire which broke through by its own strength\nAnd burst forth from the heart and took shape.\nNose, hand, brain, eye, and ear,\nThought, imagination, feeling, memory, and understanding—\nAll these are weapons devised for self-preservation\nBy him that rides into the battle of Life.\nThe object of science and art is not knowledge,\nThe object of the garden is not the bud and the flower.\nScience is an instrument for the preservation of Life,\nScience is a means of establishing the Self.\nScience and art are servants of Life,\nSlaves born and bred in its house.\nRise, O thou who art strange to Life’s mystery,\nRise intoxicated with the wine of an ideal!\nIf thou art an ideal, thou wilt shine as the dawn\nAnd be to all else as a blazing fire.\nIf thou art an ideal, thou art higher than Heaven—\nWinning, captivating, enchanting men’s hearts;\nA destroyer of ancient falsehood,\nFraught with turmoil, an embodiment of the Last Day.\nWe live by forming ideals,\nWe glow with the sunbeams of desire!\n\nIII\n\nShowing that the Self is strengthened\nby Love.\n\nThe luminous point whose name is the Self\nIs the life-spark beneath our dust.\nBy Love it is made more lasting,\nMore living, more burning, more glowing.\nFrom Love proceeds the radiance of its being\nAnd the development of its unknown possibilities.\nIts nature gathers fire from Love,\nLove instructs it to illumine the world.\nLove fears neither sword nor dagger,\nLove is not born of water and air and earth.\nLove makes peace and war in the world,\nThe Fountain of Life is Love’s flashing sword.\nThe hardest rocks are shivered by Love’s glance:\nLove of God at last becomes wholly God.\nLearn thou to love, and seek to be loved:\nSeek an eye like Noah’s, a heart like Job’s!\nTransmute thy handful of earth into gold,\nKiss the threshold of a Perfect Man!\nLike Rúmí, light thy candle\nAnd burn Rúm in the fire of Tabríz!\nThere is a beloved hidden within thine heart:\nI will show him to thee, if thou hast eyes to see.\nHis lovers are fairer than the fair,\nSweeter and comelier and more beloved.\nBy love of him the heart is made strong\nAnd earth rubs shoulders with the Pleiades.\nThe soil of Najd was quickened by his grace\nAnd fell into a rapture and rose to the skies.\nIn the Moslem’s heart is the home of Mohammed,\nAll our glory is from the name of Mohammed.\nSinai is but an eddy of the dust of his house,\nThe sanctuary of the Ka’ba is his dwelling-place.\nEternity is less than a moment of his time,\nEternity receives increase from his essence.\nHe slept on a mat of rushes,\nBut the crown of Chosroes was under his people’s feet.\nHe chose the nightly solitude of Mount Hirá,\nAnd he founded a state and laws and government.\nHe passed many a night with sleepless eyes\nIn order that the Moslems might sleep on the throne of Persia.\nIn the hour of battle, iron was melted by his sword;\nIn the hour of prayer, tears fell like rain from his eye.\nWhen he was called to aid, his sword answered “Amen”\nAnd extirpated the race of kings.\nHe instituted new laws in the world,\nHe brought the empires of antiquity to an end.\nWith the key of religion he opened the door of this world:\nThe womb of the world never bore his like.\nIn his sight high and low were one,\nHe sat with his slave at one table.\nThe daughter of the chieftain of Tai was taken prisoner in battle\nAnd brought into that exalted presence;\nHer feet in chains, unveiled,\nAnd her neck bowed with shame.\nWhen the Prophet saw that the poor girl had no veil,\nHe covered her face with his own veil.\nWe are more naked than that lady of Tai,\nWe are unveiled before the nations of the world.\nIn him is our trust on the Day of Judgement,\nAnd in this world too he is our protector.\nBoth his favour and his wrath are entirely a mercy:\nThat is a mercy to his friends and this to his foes.\nHe opened the gates of mercy to his enemies,\nHe gave to Mecca the message, “No blame shall be laid upon you.”\nWe who know not the bonds of country\nResemble sight, which is one though it be the light of two eyes.\nWe belong to the Hijáz and China and Persia,\nYet we are the dew of one smiling dawn.\nWe are all under the spell of the eye of the cupbearer from Mecca,\nWe are united as wine and cup.\nHe burnt clean away distinctions of lineage,\nHis fire consumed this trash and rubble.\nWe are like a rose with many petals but with one perfume:\nHe is the soul of this society, and he is one.\nWe were the secret concealed in his heart:\nHe spake out fearlessly, and we were revealed.\nThe song of love for him fills my silent reed,\nA hundred notes throb in my bosom.\nHow shall I tell what devotion he inspires?\nA block of dry wood wept at parting from him.\nThe Moslem’s being is where he manifests his glory:\nMany a Sinai springs from the dust on his path.\nMy image was created by his mirror,\nMy dawn rises from the sun of his breast.\nMy repose is a perpetual fever,\nMy evening hotter than the morning of Judgement Day:\nHe is the April cloud and I his garden,\nMy vine is bedewed with his rain.\nI sowed mine eye in the field of Love\nAnd reaped a harvest of delight.\n“The soil of Medina is sweeter than both worlds:\nOh, happy the town where dwells the Beloved!”\nI am lost in admiration of the style of Mullá Jámí:\nHis verse and prose are a remedy for my immaturity.\nHe has written poetry overflowing with beautiful ideas\nAnd has threaded pearls in praise of the Master—\n“Mohammed is the preface to the book of the universe:\nAll the world are slaves and he is the Master.”\nFrom the wine of Love spring many qualities:\nAmongst the attributes of Love is blind devotion.\nThe saint of Bistám, who in devotion was unique,\nAbstained from eating a water-melon.\nBe a lover constant in devotion to thy beloved,\nThat thou mayst cast thy noose and capture God.\nSojourn for a while on the Hirá of the heart,\nAbandon self and flee to God.\nStrengthened by God, return to thy self\nAnd break the heads of the Lát and Uzzá of sensuality.\nBy the might of Love evoke an army,\nReveal thyself on the Fárán of Love,\nThat the Lord of the Ka’ba may show thee favour\nAnd interpret to thee the text, “Lo, I will appoint a vicegerent on the earth.”\n\nIV\n\nShowing that the Self is weakened by\nasking.\n\nO thou who hast gathered taxes from lions,\nThy need hath caused thee to become a fox in disposition.\nThy maladies are the result of indigence:\nThis disease is the source of thy pain.\nIt is robbing thine high thoughts of their dignity\nAnd putting out the light of thy noble imagination.\nQuaff rosy wine from the jar of existence!\nSnatch thy money from the purse of Time!\nLike Omar, come down from thy camel!\nBeware of incurring obligations, beware!\nHow long wilt thou sue for office\nAnd ride like children on a woman’s back?\nA nature that fixes its gaze on the sky\nBecomes debased by receiving benefits.\nBy asking, poverty is made more abject;\nBy begging, the beggar is made poorer.\nAsking disintegrates the Self\nAnd deprives of illumination the Sinai-bush of the Self.\nDo not scatter thy handful of dust;\nLike the moon, scrape food from thine own side!\nAlbeit thou art poor and wretched\nAnd overwhelmed by affliction,\nSeek not thy daily bread from the bounty of another,\nSeek not waves of water from the fountain of the sun,\nLest thou be put to shame before the Prophet\nOn the Day when every soul shall be stricken with fear.\nThe moon gets sustenance from the table of the sun\nAnd bears the brand of his bounty on her heart.\nPray God for courage! Wrestle with Fortune!\nDo not sully the honour of the pure religion!\nHe who swept the rubbish of idols out of the Ka’ba\nSaid that God loves a man that earns his living.\nWoe to him that accepts bounty from another’s table\nAnd lets his neck be bent with benefits!\nHe hath consumed himself with the lightning of the favours bestowed on him,\nHe hath sold his honour for a paltry coin.\nHappy the man who thirsting in the sun\nDoes not crave of Khizr a cup of water!\nHis brow is not moist with the shame of beggary;\nHe is a man still, not a piece of clay.\nThat noble youth walks under heaven\nWith his head erect like the pine.\nAre his hands empty? The more is he master of himself.\nDo his fortunes languish? The more alert is he.\nThe beggar’s wallet is like a boat tossing in waves of fire;\nSweet is a little dew gathered by one’s own hand.\nBe a man of honour, and like the bubble\nKeep thy cup inverted even in the midst of the sea!\n\nV\n\nShowing that when the Self is\nstrengthened by Love it gains dominion\nover the outward and inward forces of\nthe universe.\n\nWhen the Self is made strong by Love\nIts power rules the whole world.\nThe Heavenly Sage who adorned the sky with stars\nPlucked these buds from the bough of the Self.\nIts hand becomes God’s hand,\nThe moon is split by its fingers.\nIt is the arbitrator in all the quarrels of the world,\nIts command is obeyed by Darius and Jamshíd.\nI will tell thee a story of Bú Ali,\nWhose name is renowned in India,\nHim who sang of the ancient rose-garden\nAnd discoursed to us about the lovely rose:\nThe air of his fluttering skirt\nMade a Paradise of this fire-born country.\nHis young disciple went one day to the bazaar—\nThe wine of Bú Ali’s discourse had turned his head.\nThe governor of the city was coming along on horseback,\nHis servant and staff-bearer rode beside him.\nThe forerunner shouted, “O senseless one,\nDo not get in the way of the governor’s escort!”\nBut the dervish walked on with drooping head,\nSunk in the sea of his own thoughts.\nThe staff-bearer, drunken with pride,\nBroke his staff on the head of the dervish,\nWho stepped painfully out of the governor’s way,\nSad and sorry, with a heavy heart.\nHe came to Bú Ali and complained\nAnd released the tears from his eyes.\nLike lightning that falls on mountains,\nThe Sheikh poured forth a fiery torrent of speech.\nHe let loose from his soul a strange fire,\nHe gave an order to his secretary:\n“Take thy pen and write a letter\nFrom a dervish to a sultan!\nSay, ‘Thy governor has broken my servant’s head;\nHe has cast burning coals on his own life.\nArrest this wicked governor,\nOr else I will bestow thy kingdom on another.”\nThe letter of the saint who had access to God\nCaused the monarch to tremble in every limb.\nHis body was filled with aches,\nHe grew as pale as the evening sun.\nHe sought out a handcuff for the governor\nAnd entreated Bú Ali to pardon this offence.\nKhusrau, the sweet-voiced eloquent poet,\nWhose harmonies flow from the creative mind\nAnd whose genius hath the soft brilliance of moonlight,\nWas chosen to be the king’s ambassador.\nWhen he entered Bú Ali’s presence and played his lute,\nHis song melted the fakir’s soul like glass.\nOne strain of poesy bought the grace\nOf a majesty that was firm as a mountain.\nDo not wound the hearts of dervishes,\nDo not throw thyself into burning fire!\n\nVI\n\nA tale of which the moral is that\nnegation of the Self is a doctrine invented\nby the subject races of mankind\nin order that by this means they may sap\nand weaken the character of their rulers.\n\nHast thou heard that in the time of old\nThe sheep dwelling in a certain pasture\nSo increased and multiplied\nThat they feared no enemy?\nAt last, from the malice of Fate,\nTheir breasts were smitten by a shaft of calamity.\nThe tigers sprang forth from the jungle\nAnd rushed upon the sheepfold.\nConquest and dominion are signs of strength,\nVictory is the manifestation of strength.\nThose fierce tigers beat the drum of sovereignty,\nThey deprived the sheep of freedom.\nForasmuch as tigers must have their prey,\nThat meadow was crimsoned with the blood of the sheep.\nOne of the sheep which was clever and acute,\nOld in years, cunning as a weather-beaten wolf,\nBeing grieved at the fate of his fellows\nAnd sorely vexed by the violence of the tigers,\nMade complaint of the course of Destiny\nAnd sought by craft to restore his fortunes.\nThe weak man, in order to preserve himself,\nSeeks devices from skilled intelligence.\nIn slavery, for the sake of repelling harm,\nThe power of scheming becomes quickened,\nAnd when the madness of revenge gains hold,\nThe mind of the slave meditates rebellion.\n“Ours is a hard knot,” said this sheep to himself,\n“The ocean of our griefs hath no shore.\nBy force we sheep cannot escape from the tiger:\nOur legs are silver, his paws are steel.\n‘Tis not possible, however much one exhorts and counsels,\nTo create in a sheep the disposition of a wolf.\nBut to make the furious tiger a sheep—that is possible;\nTo make him unmindful of his nature—that is possible.”\nHe became as a prophet inspired,\nAnd began to preach to the bloodthirsty tigers.\nHe cried out, “O ye insolent liars,\nWho wot not of a day of ill luck that shall continue for ever!\nI am possessed of spiritual power,\nI am an apostle sent by God for the tigers.\nI come as a light for the eye that is dark,\nI come to establish laws and give commandments.\nRepent of your blameworthy deeds!\nO plotters of evil, bethink yourselves of good!\nWhoso is violent and strong is miserable:\nLife’s solidity depends on self-denial.\nThe spirit of the righteous is fed by fodder:\nThe vegetarian is pleasing unto God.\nThe sharpness of your teeth brings disgrace upon you\nAnd makes the eye of your perception blind.\nParadise is for the weak alone,\nStrength is but a means to perdition.\nIt is wicked to seek greatness and glory,\nPenury is sweeter than princedom.\nLightning does not threaten the corn-seed:\nIf the seed become a stack, it is unwise.\nIf you are sensible, you will be a mote of sand, not a Sahara,\nSo that you may enjoy the sunbeams.\nO thou that delightest in the slaughter of sheep,\nSlay thy self, and thou wilt have honour!\nLife is rendered unstable\nBy violence, oppression, revenge, and exercise of power.\nThough trodden underfoot, the grass grows up time after time\nAnd washes the sleep of death from its eye again and again.\nForget thy self, if thou art wise!\nIf thou dost not forget thy self, thou art mad.\nClose thine eyes, close thine ears, close thy lips,\nThat thy thought may reach the lofty sky!\nThis pasturage of the world is naught, naught:\nO fool, do not torment thyself for a phantom!”\nThe tiger-tribe was exhausted by hard struggles,\nThey had set their hearts on enjoyment of luxury.\nThis soporific advice pleased them,\nIn their stupidity they swallowed the charm of the sheep.\nHe that used to make sheep his prey\nNow embraced a sheep’s religion.\nThe tigers took kindly to a diet of fodder:\nAt length their tigerish nature was broken.\nThe fodder blunted their teeth\nAnd put out the awful flashings of their eyes.\nBy degrees courage ebbed from their breasts,\nThe sheen departed from the mirror.\nThat frenzy of uttermost exertion remained not,\nThat craving after action dwelt in their hearts no more.\nThey lost the power of ruling and the resolution to be independent,\nThey lost reputation, prestige, and fortune.\nTheir paws that were as iron became strengthless;\nTheir souls died and their bodies became tombs.\nBodily strength diminished while spiritual fear increased:\nSpiritual fear robbed them of courage.\nLack of courage produced a hundred diseases—\nPoverty, pusillanimity, lowmindedness.\nThe wakeful tiger was lulled to slumber by the sheep’s charm:\nHe called his decline Moral Culture.\n\nVII\n\nTo the effect that Plato, whose thought\nhas deeply influenced the mysticism and\nliterature of Islam, followed the sheep’s\ndoctrine, and that we must be on our\nguard against his theories.\n\nPlato, the prime ascetic and sage,\nWas one of that ancient flock of sheep.\nHis Pegasus went astray in the darkness of philosophy\nAnd galloped over the mountains of Being.\nHe was so fascinated by the Ideal\nThat he made head, eye, and ear of no account.\n“To die,” said he, “is the secret of Life:\nThe candle is glorified by being put out.”\nHe dominates our thinking,\nHis cup sends us to sleep and takes the world away from us.\nHe is a sheep in man’s clothing,\nThe soul of the Súfí bows to his authority.\nHe soared with his intellect to the highest heaven,\nHe called the world of phenomena a myth.\n‘Twas his work to dissolve the structure of Life\nAnd cut the bough of Life’s fair tree asunder.\nThe thought of Plato regarded loss as profit,\nHis philosophy declared that being is not-being.\nHis nature drowsed and created a dream,\nHis mind’s eye created a mirage.\nSince he was without any taste for action,\nHis soul was enraptured by the non-existent.\nHe disbelieved in the material universe\nAnd became the creator of invisible Ideas.\nSweet is the world of phenomena to the living spirit,\nDear is the world of Ideas to the dead spirit:\nIts gazelles have no grace of movement,\nIts partridges are denied the pleasure of walking daintily.\nIts dewdrops are unable to quiver,\nIts birds have no breath in their breasts,\nIts seed does not desire to grow,\nIts moths do not know how to flutter.\nOur philosopher had no remedy but flight:\nHe could not endure the noise of this world.\nHe set his heart on the glow of a quenched flame\nAnd depicted a world steeped in opium.\nHe spread his wings towards the sky\nAnd never came down to his nest again.\nHis phantasy is sunk in the jar of heaven:\nI know not whether it is the dregs or the bricks.\nThe peoples were poisoned by his intoxication:\nHe slumbered and took no delight in deeds.\n\nVIII\n\nConcerning the true nature of poetry and\nthe reform of Islamic literature.\n\n‘Tis the brand of desire makes the blood of man run warm,\nBy the lamp of desire this dust is enkindled.\nBy desire Life’s cup is brimmed with wine,\nSo that Life leaps to its feet and marches briskly on.\nLife is occupied with conquest alone,\nAnd the one charm for conquest is desire.\nLife is the hunter and desire the snare,\nDesire is Love’s message to Beauty.\nWherefore doth desire swell continuously\nThe bass and treble of Life’s song?\nWhatsoever is good and fair and beautiful\nIs our guide in the wilderness of seeking.\nIts image becomes impressed on thine heart,\nIt creates desires in thine heart.\nBeauty is the creator of desire’s springtide,\nDesire is nourished by the display of Beauty.\n‘Tis in the poet’s breast that Beauty unveils,\n‘Tis from his Sinai that Beauty’s beams arise.\nBy his look the fair is made fairer,\nThrough his enchantments Nature is more beloved.\nFrom his lips the nightingale hath learned her song,\nAnd his rouge hath brightened the cheek of the rose.\n‘Tis his passion burns in the heart of the moth,\n‘Tis he that lends glowing hues to love-tales.\nSea and land are hidden within his water and clay,\nA hundred new worlds are concealed in his heart.\nEre tulips blossomed in his brain\nThere was heard no note of joy or grief.\nHis music breathes o’er us a wonderful enchantment,\nHis pen draws a mountain with a single hair.\nHis thoughts dwell with the moon and the stars,\nHe creates beauty in that which is ugly and strange.\nHe is a Khizr, and amidst his darkness is the Fountain of Life:\nAll things that exist are made more living by his tears.\nHeavily we go, like raw novices,\nStumbling on the way to the goal.\nHis nightingale hath played a tune\nAnd laid a plot to beguile us,\nThat he may lead us into Life’s Paradise,\nAnd that Life’s bow may become a full circle.\nCaravans march at the sound of his bell\nAnd follow the voice of his pipe;\nBut when his zephyr blows in our gardens,\nWe stay loitering amongst tulips and roses.\nHis witchery makes Life develop itself\nAnd become self-questioning and impatient.\nHe invites the whole world to his table;\nHe lavishes his fire as though it were cheap as air.\nWoe to a people that resigns itself to death,\nAnd whose poet turns away from the joy of living!\nHis mirror shows beauty as ugliness,\nHis honey leaves a hundred stings in the heart.\nHis kiss robs the rose of freshness,\nHe takes away from the nightingale’s heart the joy of flying.\nThy sinews are relaxed by his opium,\nThou payest for his song with thy life.\nHe bereaves the cypress of delight in its beauty,\nHis cold breath makes a pheasant of the male falcon.\nHe is a fish, and from the breast upward a man,\nLike the Sirens in the ocean.\nWith his song he enchants the pilot\nAnd casts the ship to the bottom of the sea.\nHis melodies steal firmness from thine heart,\nHis magic persuades thee that death is life.\nHe takes from thy soul the desire of existence,\nHe extracts from thy mine the blushing ruby.\nHe dresses gain in the garb of loss,\nHe makes everything praiseworthy blameful.\nHe plunges thee in a sea of thought,\nHe makes thee a stranger to action.\nHe is sick, and by his words our sickness is increased:\nThe more his cup goes round, the more sick are they that quaff it.\nThere are no lightning-rains in his April,\nHis garden is a mirage of colour and perfume.\nHis beauty hath no dealings with Truth,\nThere are none but flawed pearls in his sea.\nSlumber he deemed sweeter than waking:\nOur fire was quenched by his breath.\nBy the chant of his nightingale the heart was poisoned:\nUnder his heap of roses lurked a snake.\nBeware of his decanter and cup!\nBeware of his sparkling wine!\nO thou whom his wine hath laid low\nAnd who look’st to his glass for thy rising dawn,\nO thou whose heart hath been chilled by his melodies,\nThou hast drunk deadly poison through the ear!\nThy way of life is a proof of thy degeneracy,\nThe strings of thine instrument are out of tune.\n‘Tis pampered ease hath made thee so wretched,\nA disgrace to Islam throughout the world.\nOne can bind thee with the vein of a rose,\nOne can wound thee with a zephyr.\nLove hath been put to shame by thy wailing,\nHis fair picture hath been fouled by thy brush.\nThy ill-usage hath paled his cheek,\nThy coldness hath taken the glow from his fire.\nHe is heartsick from thy heartsicknesses,\nAnd enfeebled by thy feeblenesses.\nHis cup is full of childish tears,\nHis house is furnished with distressful sighs.\nHe is a drunkard begging at tavern-doors,\nStealing glimpses of beauty from lattices,\nUnhappy, melancholy, injured,\nKicked well-nigh to death by the warder;\nWasted like a reed by sorrows,\nOn his lips a store of complaints against Heaven.\nFlattery and spite are the mettle of his mirror,\nHelplessness his comrade of old;\nA miserable base-born underling\nWithout worth or hope or object,\nWhose lamentations have sucked the marrow from thy soul\nAnd driven off gentle sleep from thy neighbours’ eyes.\nAlas for a love whose fire is extinct,\nA love that was born in the Holy Place and died in the house of idols!\nOh, if thou hast the coin of poesy in thy purse,\nRub it on the touchstone of Life!\nClear-seeing thought shows the way to action,\nAs the lightning-flash precedes the thunder.\nIt behoves thee to meditate well concerning literature,\nIt behoves thee to go back to the Arabs:\nThou must needs give thine heart to the Salmá of Araby,\nThat the morn of the Hijáz may blossom from the night of Kurdistan.\nThou hast gathered roses from the garden of Persia\nAnd seen the springtide of India and Iran:\nNow taste a little of the heat of the desert,\nDrink the old wine of the date!\nLay thine head for once on its hot breast,\nYield thy body awhile to its scorching wind!\nFor a long time thou hast turned about on a bed of silk:\nNow accustom thyself to rough cotton!\nFor generations thou hast danced on tulips\nAnd bathed thy cheek in dew, like the rose:\nNow throw thyself on the burning sand\nAnd plunge into the fountain of Zemzem!\nHow long wilt thou fain lament like the nightingale?\nHow long make thine abode in gardens?\nO thou whose auspicious snare would do honour to the Phœnix,\nBuild a nest on the high mountains,\nA nest embosomed in lightning and thunder,\nLoftier than eagle’s eyrie,\nThat thou mayst be fit for Life’s battle,\nThat thy body and soul may burn in Life’s fire!\n\nIX\n\nShowing that the education of the Self\nhas three stages: Obedience, Self-control,\nand Divine Vicegerency.\n\n1. Obedience\n\nService and toil are traits of the camel,\nPatience and perseverance are ways of the camel.\nNoiselessly he steps along the sandy track,\nHe is the ship of those who voyage in the desert.\nEvery thicket knows the print of his foot:\nHe eats seldom, sleeps little, and is inured to toil.\nHe carries rider, baggage, and litter;\nHe trots on and on to the journey’s end,\nRejoicing in his speed,\nMore patient in travel than his rider.\nThou, too, do not refuse the burden of Duty:\nSo wilt thou enjoy the best dwelling-place, which is with God.\nEndeavour to obey, O heedless one!\nLiberty is the fruit of compulsion.\nBy obedience the man of no worth is made worthy;\nBy disobedience his fire is turned to ashes.\nWhoso would master the sun and stars,\nLet him make himself a prisoner of Law!\nThe wind is enthralled by the fragrant rose;\nThe perfume is confined in the navel of the musk-deer.\nThe star moves towards its goal\nWith head bowed in surrender to a law.\nThe grass springs up in obedience to the law of growth:\nWhen it abandons that, it is trodden underfoot.\nTo burn unceasingly is the law of the tulip,\nAnd so the blood leaps in its veins.\nDrops of water become a sea by the law of union,\nAnd grains of sand become a Sahara.\nSince Law makes everything strong within,\nWhy dost thou neglect this source of strength?\nO thou that art emancipated from the old Custom,\nAdorn thy feet once more with the same fine silver chain!\nDo not complain of the hardness of the Law,\nDo not transgress the statutes of Mohammed!\n\n2. Self-control\n\nThy soul cares only for itself, like the camel:\nIt is self-conceited, self-governed, and self-willed.\nBe a man, get its halter into thine hand,\nThat thou mayst become a pearl albeit thou art a potter’s vessel.\nHe that does not command himself\nBecomes a receiver of commands from others.\nWhen they moulded thee of clay,\nLove and fear were mingled in thy making:\nFear of this world and of the world to come, fear of death,\nFear of all the pains of earth and heaven;\nLove of riches and power, love of country,\nLove of self and kindred and wife.\nThe mixing of clay with water nourishes the body,\nBut he that is drowned in sin dies an evil death.\nSo long as thou hold’st the staff of “There is no God but He,”\nThou wilt break every spell of fear.\nOne to whom God is as the soul in his body,\nHis neck is not bowed before vanity.\nFear finds no way into his bosom,\nHis heart is afraid of none but Allah.\nWhoso dwells in the Moslem Faith\nIs free from the bonds of wife and child.\nHe withdraws his gaze from all except God\nAnd lays the knife to the throat of his son.\nThough single, he is like a host in onset:\nLife is cheaper in his eyes than wind.\nThe profession of Faith is the shell, but prayer is the pearl:\nThe Moslem’s heart deems prayer a lesser pilgrimage.\nIn the Moslem’s hand prayer is like a dagger\nKilling sin and frowardness and wrong.\nFasting makes an assault upon hunger and thirst\nAnd breaches the citadel of sensuality.\nThe pilgrimage enlightens the minds of the Faithful:\nIt teaches separation from one’s home and destroys attachment to one’s native land;\nIt is an act of devotion in which all feel themselves to be one,\nIt binds together the leaves of the book of religion.\nAlmsgiving causes love of riches to pass away\nAnd makes equality familiar;\nIt fortifies the heart with righteousness,\nIt increases wealth and diminishes fondness for wealth.\nAll this is a means of strengthening thee:\nThou art impregnable, if thy Islam be strong.\nDraw might from the litany “O Almighty One!”\nThat thou mayst ride the camel of thy body.\n\n3. Divine Vicegerency\n\nIf thou canst rule thy camel, thou wilt rule the world\nAnd wear on thine head the crown of Solomon.\nThou wilt be the glory of the world whilst the world lasts,\nAnd thou wilt reign in the kingdom incorruptible.\n‘Tis sweet to be God’s vicegerent in the world\nAnd exercise sway over the elements.\nGod’s vicegerent is as the soul of the universe,\nHis being is the shadow of the Greatest Name.\nHe knows the mysteries of part and whole,\nHe executes the command of Allah in the world.\nWhen he pitches his tent in the wide world,\nHe rolls up this ancient carpet.\nHis genius abounds with life and desires to manifest itself:\nHe will bring another world into existence.\nA hundred worlds like this world of parts and wholes\nSpring up, like roses, from the seed of his imagination.\nHe makes every raw nature ripe,\nHe puts the idols out of the sanctuary.\nHeart-strings give forth music at his touch,\nHe wakes and sleeps for God alone.\nHe teaches age the melody of youth\nAnd endows everything with the radiance of youth.\nTo the human race he brings both a glad message and a warning,\nHe comes both as a soldier and as a marshal and prince.\nHe is the final cause of “God taught Adam the names of all things,”\nHe is the inmost sense of “Glory to Him that transported His servant by night.”\nHis white hand is strengthened by the staff,\nHis knowledge is twinned with the power of a perfect man.\nWhen that bold cavalier seizes the reins,\nThe steed of Time gallops faster.\nHis awful mien makes the Red Sea dry,\nHe leads Israel out of Egypt.\nAt his cry, “Arise,” the dead spirits\nRise in their bodily tomb, like pines in the field.\nHis person is an atonement for all the world,\nBy his grandeur the world is saved.\nHis protecting shadow makes the mote familiar with the sun,\nHis rich substance makes precious all that exists.\nHe bestows life by miraculous works,\nHe founds a new system to work by.\nSplendid visions rise from the print of his foot,\nMany a Moses is entranced by his Sinai.\nHe gives a new explanation of Life,\nA new interpretation of this dream.\nHis hidden being is Life’s mystery,\nThe unheard music of Life’s harp.\nNature travails in blood for generations\nTo compose the harmony of his personality.\nWhen our handful of earth has reached the zenith,\nThat champion will come forth from this dust!\nThere sleeps amidst the ashes of To-day\nThe flame of a world-consuming morrow.\nOur bud enfolds a garden of roses,\nOur eyes are bright with to-morrow’s dawn.\nAppear, O rider of Destiny!\nAppear, O light of the dark realm of Change!\nIllumine the scene of existence,\nDwell in the blackness of our eyes!\nSilence the noise of the nations,\nImparadise our ears with thy music!\nArise and tune the harp of brotherhood,\nGive us back the cup of the wine of love!\nBring once more days of peace to the world,\nGive a message of peace to them that seek battle!\nMankind are the cornfield and thou the harvest,\nThou art the goal of Life’s caravan.\nThe leaves are scattered by Autumn’s fury:\nOh, do thou pass over our gardens as the Spring!\nReceive from our downcast brows\nThe homage of little children and of young men and old!\nWhen thou art there, we will lift up our heads,\nContent to suffer the burning fire of this world.\n\nX\n\nSetting forth the inner meanings of the\nnames of Ali.\n\nAli is the first Moslem and the King of men,\nIn Love’s eyes Ali is the treasure of the Faith.\nDevotion to his family inspires me with life\nSo that I am as a shining pearl.\nLike the narcissus, I am enraptured with gazing;\nLike perfume, I am straying through his pleasure-garden.\nIf holy water gushes from my earth, he is the source;\nIf wine pours from my grapes, he is the cause.\nI am dust, but his sun hath made me as a mirror:\nSong can be seen in my breast.\nFrom Ali’s face the Prophet drew a fair omen,\nBy his majesty the true religion is glorified.\nHis commandments are the strength of Islam:\nAll things pay allegiance to his House.\nThe Apostle of God gave him the name Bú Turáb;\nGod in the Koran called him “the Hand of Allah.”\nEvery one that is acquainted with Life’s mysteries\nKnows what is the inner meaning of the names of Ali.\nThe dark clay, whose name is the body—\nOur reason is ever bemoaning its iniquity.\nOn account of it our sky-reaching thought plods o’er the earth;\nIt makes our eyes blind and our ears deaf.\nIt hath in its hand a two-edged sword of lust:\nTravellers’ hearts are broken by this brigand.\nAli, the Lion of God, subdued the body’s clay\nAnd transmuted this dark earth to gold.\nMurtazá, by whose sword the splendour of Truth was revealed,\nIs named Bú Turáb from his conquest of the body.\nMan wins territory by prowess in battle,\nBut his brightest jewel is mastery of himself.\nWhosoever in the world becomes a Bú Turáb\nTurns back the sun from the west;\nWhosoever saddles tightly the steed of the body\nSits like the bezel on the seal of sovereignty:\nHere the might of Khaibar is under his feet,\nAnd hereafter his hand will distribute the water of Kauthar.\nThrough self-knowledge he acts as God’s Hand,\nAnd in virtue of being God’s Hand he reigns over all.\nHis person is the gate of the city of the sciences:\nArabia, China, and Greece are subject to him.\nIf thou wouldst drink clear wine from thine own grapes,\nThou must needs wield authority over thine own earth.\nTo become earth is the creed of a moth;\nBe a conqueror of earth; that alone is worthy of a man.\nThou art soft as a rose. Become hard as a stone,\nThat thou mayst be the foundation of the wall of the garden!\nBuild thy clay into a Man,\nBuild thy Man into a World!\nIf thou art unfit to be either a wall or a door,\nSome one else will make bricks of thine earth.\nO thou who complainest of the cruelty of Heaven,\nThou whose glass cries out against the injustice of the stone,\nHow long this wailing and crying and lamentation?\nHow long this perpetual beating of thy breast?\nThe pith of Life is contained in action,\nTo delight in creation is the law of Life.\nArise and create a new world!\nWrap thyself in flames, be an Abraham!\nTo comply with this ill-starred world\nIs to fling away thy buckler on the field of battle.\nThe man of strong character who is master of himself\nWill find Fortune complaisant.\nIf the world does not comply with his humour,\nHe will try the hazard of war with Heaven;\nHe will dig up the foundations of the universe\nAnd cast its atoms into a new mould.\nHe will subvert the course of Time\nAnd wreck the azure firmament.\nBy his own strength he will produce\nA new world which will do his pleasure.\nIf one cannot live in the world as beseems a man,\nIt is true life to give up one’s soul.\nHe that hath sound intelligence\nWill prove his strength by great enterprises.\n‘Tis sweet to use love in hard tasks\nAnd, like Abraham, to gather roses from flames.\nThe potentialities of men of action\nAre displayed in willing acceptance of what is difficult.\nMean spirits have no weapon but spite,\nThis is their one rule of life.\nBut Life is power made manifest,\nAnd its mainspring is the desire for victory.\nMercy out of season is a coldness of Life’s blood,\nA break in the rhythm of Life’s music.\nWhoever is sunk in the depths of ignominy\nCalls his weakness contentment.\nWeakness is the plunderer of Life,\nIts womb is teeming with fears and lies.\nIts soul is empty of virtues,\nIts milk is a fattening for vices.\nO man of sound judgement, beware!\nThis spoiler is lurking in ambush.\nBe not his dupe, if thou art wise:\nChameleon-like, he changes colour every moment.\nEven by keen observers his form is not discerned:\nVeils are thrown over his face.\nNow he is muffled in pity and gentleness,\nNow he wears the cloak of humility.\nSometimes he is disguised as a victim of oppression,\nSometimes as one whose sins are to be excused.\nHe appears in the shape of self-indulgence\nAnd robs the strong man’s heart of courage.\nStrength is the twin of Truth;\nIf thou knowest thyself, strength is the Truth-revealing glass.\nLife is the seed, and power the crop:\nPower explains the mystery of truth and falsehood.\nThe false claimant, if he be possessed of power,\nNeeds no argument for his claim.\nFalsehood derives from power the authority of truth,\nAnd by falsifying truth deems itself true.\nIts creative word transforms poison into nectar;\nIt says to Good, “Thou art bad,” and Good becomes Evil.\nO thou that art heedless of the trust committed to thee,\nEsteem thyself superior to both worlds!\nGain knowledge of Life’s mysteries!\nBe a tyrant! Ignore all except God!\nO man of understanding, open thine eyes, ears, and lips!\nIf then thou seest not the Way of Truth, laugh at me!\n\nXI\n\nStory of a young man of Merv who\ncame to the saint Ali Hujwírí—God\nhave mercy on him!—and complained\nthat he was oppressed by his enemies.\n\nThe saint of Hujwír was venerated by the peoples,\nAnd Pír-i Sanjar visited his tomb as a pilgrim.\nWith ease he broke down the mountain-barriers\nAnd sowed the seed of Islam in India.\nThe age of Omar was restored by his godliness,\nThe fame of the Truth was exalted by his words.\nHe was a guardian of the honour of the Koran,\nThe house of Falsehood fell in ruins at his gaze.\nThe dust of the Panjáb was brought to life by his breath,\nOur dawn was made splendid by his sun.\nHe was a lover, and withal a courier of Love:\nThe secrets of Love shone forth from his brow.\nI will tell a story of his perfection\nAnd enclose a whole rose-bed in a single bud.\nA young man, cypress-tall,\nCame from the town of Merv to Lahore.\nHe went to see the venerable saint,\nThat the sun might dispel his darkness.\n“I am hemmed in,” he said, “by foes;\nI am as a glass in the midst of stones.\nDo thou teach me, O sire of heavenly rank,\nHow to lead my life amongst enemies!”\nThe wise Director, in whose nature\nLove had allied mercy with wrath,\nAnswered: “Thou art unread in Life’s lore,\nCareless of its end and its beginning.\nBe without fear of others!\nThou art a sleeping force: awake!\nWhen the stone was anxious on account of the glass,\nIt became glass and got into the way of breaking.\nIf the traveller thinks himself weak,\nHe delivers his soul unto the brigand.\nHow long wilt thou regard thyself as water and clay?\nCreate from thy clay a flaming Sinai!\nWhy be angry with mighty men?\nWhy complain of enemies?\nI will declare the truth: thine enemy is thy friend;\nHis existence crowns thee with glory.\nWhosoever knows the states of the Self\nConsiders a powerful enemy to be a blessing from God.\nTo the seed of Man the enemy is as a rain-cloud:\nHe awakens its potentialities.\nIf thy spirit be strong, the stones in thy way are as water:\nWhat recks the torrent of the ups and downs of the road?\nThe sword of resolution is whetted by the stones in the way\nAnd put to proof by traversing stage after stage.\nWhat is the use of eating and sleeping like a beast?\nWhat is the use of being, unless thou have strength in thyself?\nWhen thou mak’st thyself strong with Self,\nThou wilt destroy the world at thy pleasure.\nIf thou wouldst pass away, become free of Self;\nIf thou wouldst live, become full of Self!\nWhat is death? To become oblivious to Self.\nWhy imagine that it is the parting of soul and body?\nAbide in Self, like Joseph!\nAdvance from captivity to empire!\nThink of Self and be a man of action!\nBe a man of God, bear mysteries within!”\n\nI will explain the matter by means of stories,\nI will open the bud by the power of my breath.\n“‘Tis better that a lovers’ secret\nShould be told by the lips of others.”\n\nXII\n\nStory of the bird that was faint\nwith thirst.\n\nA bird was faint with thirst,\nThe breath in his body was heaving like waves of smoke.\nHe saw a diamond in the garden:\nThirst created a vision of water.\nDeceived by the sunbright stone\nThe foolish bird fancied that it was water.\nHe got no moisture from the gem:\nHe pecked it with his beak, but it did not wet his palate.\n“O thrall of vain desire,” said the diamond,\n“Thou hast sharpened thy greedy beak on me;\nBut I am not a dewdrop, I give no drink,\nI do not live for the sake of others.\nWouldst thou hurt me? Thou art mad!\nA life that reveals the Self is strange to thee.\nMy water will shiver the beaks of birds\nAnd break the jewel of man’s life.”\nThe bird won not his heart’s wish from the diamond\nAnd turned away from the sparkling stone.\nDisappointment swelled in his breast,\nThe song in his throat became a wail.\nUpon a rose-twig a drop of dew\nGleamed like the tear in a nightingale’s eye:\nAll its glitter was owing to the sun,\nIt was trembling in fear of the sun—\nA restless sky-born star\nThat had stopped for a moment, from desire to be seen;\nOft deceived by bud and flower,\nIt had gained nothing from Life.\nThere it hung, ready to drop,\nLike a tear on the eyelashes of a lover who hath lost his heart.\nThe sorely distressed bird hopped under the rose-bush,\nThe dewdrop trickled into his mouth.\nO thou that wouldst deliver thy soul from enemies,\nI ask thee—“Art thou a drop of water or a gem?”\nWhen the bird melted in the fire of thirst,\nIt appropriated the life of another.\nThe drop was not solid and gem-like;\nThe diamond had a being, the drop had none.\nNever for an instant neglect Self-preservation:\nBe a diamond, not a dewdrop!\nBe massive in nature, like mountains,\nAnd bear on thy crest a hundred clouds laden with floods of rain!\nSave thyself by affirmation of Self,\nCompress thy quicksilver into silver ore!\nProduce a melody from the string of Self,\nMake manifest the secrets of Self!\n\nXIII\n\nStory of the diamond and the coal.\n\nNow I will open one more gate of Truth,\nI will tell thee another tale.\nThe coal in the mine said to the diamond,\n“O thou entrusted with splendours everlasting,\nWe are comrades, and our being is one;\nThe source of our existence is the same,\nYet while I die here in the anguish of worthlessness,\nThou art set on the crowns of emperors.\nMy stuff is so vile that I am valued less than earth,\nWhereas the mirror’s heart is rent by thy beauty.\nMy darkness illumines the chafing-dish,\nThen my substance is incinerated at last.\nEvery one puts the sole of his foot on my head\nAnd covers my stock of existence with ashes.\nMy fate must needs be deplored;\nDost thou know what is the gist of my being?\nThou art a condensed wavelet of smoke,\nEndowed with the properties of a single spark;\nBoth in feature and nature thou art star-like,\nSplendours rise from every side of thee.\nNow thou becom’st the light of a monarch’s eye,\nNow thou adornest the haft of a dagger.”\n“O sagacious friend!” said the diamond,\n“Dark earth, when hardened, becomes in dignity as a bezel.\nHaving been at strife with its environment,\nIt is ripened by the struggle and grows hard like a stone.\n‘Tis this ripeness that has endowed my form with light\nAnd filled my bosom with radiance.\nBecause thy being is immature, thou hast become abased;\nBecause thy body is soft, thou art burnt.\nBe void of fear, grief, and anxiety;\nBe hard as a stone, be a diamond!\nWhosoever strives hard and grips tight,\nThe two worlds are illumined by him.\nA little earth is the origin of the Black Stone\nWhich puts forth its head in the Ka`ba:\nIts rank is higher than Sinai,\nIt is kissed by the swarthy and the fair.\nIn solidity consists the glory of Life;\nWeakness is worthlessness and immaturity.”\n\nXIV\n\nStory of the Sheikh and the Brahmin,\nfollowed by a conversation between\nGanges and Himalaya to the effect that\nthe continuation of social life depends\non firm attachment to the characteristic\ntraditions of the community.\n\nAt Benares lived a venerable Brahmin,\nWhose head was deep in the ocean of Being and Not-being.\nHe had a large knowledge of philosophy\nBut was well-disposed to the seekers after God.\nHis mind was eager to explore new problems,\nHis intellect moved on a level with the Pleiades;\nHis nest was as high as that of the Anká;\nSun and moon were cast, like rue, on the flame of his thought.\nFor a long time he laboured and sweated,\nBut philosophy brought no wine to his cup.\nAlthough he set many a snare in the gardens of learning,\nHis snares never caught a glimpse of the Ideal bird;\nAnd notwithstanding that the nails of his thought were dabbled with blood,\nThe knot of Being and Not-being remained untied.\nThe sighs on his lips bore witness to his despair,\nHis countenance told tales of his distraction.\nOne day he visited an excellent Sheikh,\nA man who had in his breast a heart of gold.\nThe Sheikh laid the seal of silence on his lips\nWhile he lent his ear to the Sage’s discourse.\nThen he said: “O wanderer in the lofty sky,\nPledge thyself to be true, for a little, to the earth!\nThou hast lost thy way in wildernesses of speculation,\nThy fearless thought hath passed beyond Heaven.\nBe reconciled with earth, O sky-traveller!\nDo not wander in quest of the essence of the stars!\nI do not bid thee abandon thine idols.\nArt thou an unbeliever? Then be worthy of the badge of unbelief!\nO inheritor of ancient culture,\nTurn not thy back on the path thy fathers trod!\nIf a people’s life is derived from unity,\nUnbelief too is a source of unity.\nThou that art not even a perfect infidel\nArt unfit to worship at the shrine of the spirit.\nWe both are far astray from the road of devotion:\nThou art far from Ázar, and I from Abraham.\nOur Majnún hath not fallen into melancholy for his Lailá’s sake:\nHe hath not become perfect in the madness of love.\nWhen the lamp of Self expires,\nWhat is the use of heaven-surveying imagination?”\n\nOnce on a time, laying hold of the skirt of the mountain,\nGanges said to Himalaya:\n“O thou mantled in snow since the morn of creation,\nThou whose form is girdled with streams,\nGod made thee a partner in the secrets of heaven,\nBut deprived thy foot of graceful gait.\nHe took away from thee the power to walk:\nWhat avails this sublimity and stateliness?\nLife springs from perpetual movement:\nMotion constitutes the wave’s whole existence.”\nWhen the mountain heard this taunt from the river,\nHe puffed angrily like a sea of fire,\nAnd answered: “Thy wide waters are my looking-glass;\nWithin my bosom are a hundred rivers like thee.\nThis graceful gait of thine is an instrument of death:\nWhoso goeth from Self is meet to die.\nThou hast no knowledge of thine own case,\nThou exultest in thy misfortune: thou art a fool!\nO born of the womb of the revolving sphere,\nA fallen-in bank is better than thou!\nThou hast made thine existence an offering to the ocean,\nThou hast thrown the rich purse of thy life to the highwayman.\nBe self-contained like the rose in the garden,\nDo not go to the florist in order to smell sweet!\nTo live is to grow in thyself\nAnd gather roses from thine own flower-bed.\nAges have gone by and my foot is fast in earth:\nDost thou fancy that I am far from my goal?\nMy being grew and reached the sky,\nThe Pleiades sank to rest under my skirts;\nThy being vanishes in the ocean,\nBut on my crest the stars bow their heads.\nMine eye sees the mysteries of heaven,\nMine ear is familiar with angels’ wings.\nSince I glowed with the heat of unceasing toil,\nI amassed rubies, diamonds, and other gems.\nI am stone within, and in the stone is fire:\nWater cannot pass over my fire!”\nArt thou a drop of water? Do not break at thine own feet,\nBut endeavour to surge and wrestle with the sea.\nDesire the water of a jewel, become a jewel!\nBe an ear-drop, adorn a beauty!\nOh, expand thyself! Move swiftly!\nBe a cloud that shoots lightning and sheds a flood of rain!\nLet the ocean sue for thy storms as a beggar,\nLet it complain of the straitness of thy skirts!\nLet it deem itself less than a wave\nAnd glide along at thy feet!\n\nXV\n\nShowing that the purpose of the\nMoslem’s life is to exalt the Word of\nAllah, and that the Jihád (war against\nunbelievers), if it be prompted by land-hunger,\nis unlawful in the religion of\nIslam.\n\nImbue thine heart with the tincture of Allah,\nGive honour and glory to Love!\nThe Moslem’s nature prevails by means of love:\nThe Moslem, if he be not loving, is an infidel.\nUpon God depends his seeing and not-seeing,\nHis eating, drinking, and sleeping.\nIn his will that which God wills becomes lost—\n“How shall a man believe this saying?”\nHe encamps in the field of “There is no god but Allah”;\nIn the world he is a witness against mankind.\nHis high estate is attested by the Prophet that was sent to men and Jinn—\nBy the most truthful of witnesses.\nLeave words and seek that spiritual state,\nShed the light of God o’er the darkness of works!\nAlbeit clad in kingly robe, live as a dervish,\nLive wakeful and meditating on God!\nWhatever thou doest, let it be thine aim therein to draw nigh to God,\nThat His glory may be made manifest by thee.\nPeace becomes an evil, if its object be aught else;\nWar is good if its object is God.\nIf God be not exalted by our swords,\nWar dishonours the people.\nThe holy Sheikh Miyán Mír Walí,\nBy the light of whose soul every hidden thing was revealed—\nHis feet were firmly planted on the path of Mohammed,\nHe was a flute for the impassioned music of love.\nHis tomb keeps our city safe from harm\nAnd causes the beams of true religion to shine on us.\nHeaven stooped its brow to his threshold,\nThe Emperor of India was one of his disciples.\nNow, this monarch had sown the seed of ambition in his heart\nAnd was resolved on conquest.\nThe flames of vain desire were alight in him,\nHe was teaching his sword to ask, “Is there any more?”\nIn the Deccan was a great noise of war,\nHis army stood on the battlefield.\nHe went to the Sheikh of heaven-high dignity\nThat he might receive his blessing:\nThe Moslem turns from this world to God\nAnd strengthens policy with prayer.\nThe Sheikh made no answer to the Emperor’s speech,\nThe assembly of dervishes was all ears,\nUntil a disciple, in his hand a silver coin,\nOpened his lips and broke the silence,\nSaying, “Accept this poor offering from me,\nO guide of them that have lost the way to God!\nMy limbs were bathed in sweat of labour\nBefore I put away a dirhem in my skirt.”\nThe Sheikh said: “This money ought to be given to our Sultan,\nWho is a beggar wearing the raiment of a king.\nThough he holds sway over sun, moon, and stars,\nOur Emperor is the most penniless of mankind.\nHis eye is fixed on the table of strangers,\nThe fire of his hunger hath consumed a whole world.\nHis sword is followed by famine and plague,\nHis culture lays a wide land waste.\nThe folk are crying out because of his indigence,\nHis empty-headedness, and his oppression of the weak.\nHis power is an enemy to all:\nHumankind are the caravan and he the brigand.\nIn his self-delusion and ignorance\nHe calls pillage by the name of empire.\nBoth the royal troops and those of the enemy\nAre cloven in twain by the sword of his hunger.\nThe beggar’s hunger consumes his own soul,\nBut the sultan’s hunger destroys state and religion.\nWhoso shall draw the sword for anything except Allah,\nHis sword is sheathed in his own breast.”\n\nXVI\n\nPrecepts written for the Moslems of\nIndia by Mír Naját Nakshband, who is\ngenerally known as Bábá Sahrá’í.\n\nO thou that hast grown from earth, like a rose,\nThou too art born of the womb of Self.\nDo not abandon Self! Persist therein!\nBe a drop of water and drink up the ocean!\nGlowing with the light of Self as thou art,\nMake Self strong, and thou wilt endure.\nThou gett’st profit from this trade,\nThou gain’st riches by preserving this commodity.\nThou hast being, and art thou afraid of not-being?\nO foolish one, thy understanding is at fault.\nSince I am acquainted with the harmony of Life,\ntell thee what is the secret of Life—\nTo sink into thyself like the pearl,\nThen to emerge from thine inward solitude;\nTo collect sparks beneath the ashes,\nAnd become a flame and dazzle men’s eyes.\nGo, burn the house of forty years’ tribulation,\nMove round thyself! Be a circling flame!\nWhat is Life but to be freed from moving round others\nAnd to regard thyself as the Holy Temple?\nBeat thy wings and escape from the attraction of Earth;\nLike birds, be safe from falling.\nUnless thou art a bird, thou wilt do wisely\nNot to build thy nest on the top of a cave.\nO thou that seekest to acquire knowledge,\nI say o’er to thee the message of the Sage of Rúm:\n“Knowledge, if it lie on thy skin, is a snake;\nKnowledge, if thou take it to heart, is a friend.”\nHast thou heard how the Master of Rúm\nGave lectures on philosophy at Aleppo?—\nFast in the bonds of intellectual proofs,\nDrifting o’er the dark and stormy sea of understanding;\nA Moses unillumined by Love’s Sinai,\nIgnorant of Love and of Love’s passion.\nHe discoursed on Scepticism and Neoplatonism,\nAnd strung many a brilliant pearl of metaphysic.\nHe unravelled the problems of the Peripatetics,\nThe light of his thought made clear whatever was obscure.\nHeaps of books lay around and in front of him,\nAnd on his lips was the key to all their mysteries.\nShams-i Tabríz, directed by Kamál,\nSought his way to the college of Jalálu’ddín Rúmí\nAnd cried out, “What is all this noise and babble?\nWhat are all these syllogisms and judgements and demonstrations?”\n“Peace, O fool!” exclaimed the Maulavi,\n“Do not laugh at the doctrines of the sages.\nGet thee out of my college!\nThis is argument and discussion: what hast thou to do with it?\nMy discourse is beyond thy understanding,\nIt will not brighten the glass of thy perception.”\nThese words increased the anger of Shams-i Tabríz\nAnd caused a fire to burst forth from his soul.\nThe lightning of his look fell on the earth,\nAnd the glow of his breath made the dust spring into flames.\nThe spiritual fire burned the intellectual stack\nAnd clean consumed the book of philosophy.\nThe Maulavi, being a stranger to Love’s miracles\nAnd unversed in Love’s harmonies,\nCried, “How didst thou kindle this fire,\nWhich hath burned the books of the philosophers?”\nThe Sheikh answered, “O unbelieving Moslem,\nThis is vision and ecstasy: what hast thou to do with it?\nMy state is beyond thy thought,\nMy flame is the Alchemist’s elixir.”\nThou hast drawn thy substance from the snow of philosophy,\nThe cloud of thy thought sheds nothing but hailstones.\nKindle a fire in thy rubble,\nFoster a flame in thy earth!\nThe Moslem’s knowledge is perfected by spiritual fervour,\nThe meaning of Islam is Renounce what shall pass away.\nWhen Abraham escaped from the bondage of “that which sets,”\nHe sat unhurt in the midst of flames.\nThou hast cast knowledge of God behind thee\nAnd squandered thy religion for the sake of a loaf.\nThou art hot in pursuit of antimony,\nThou art unaware of the blackness of thine own eye.\nSeek the Fountain of Life from the sword’s edge,\nAnd the River of Paradise from the dragon’s mouth,\nDemand the Black Stone from the door of the house of idols,\nAnd the musk-deer’s bladder from a mad dog,\nBut do not seek the glow of Love from the knowledge of to-day,\nDo not seek the nature of Truth from this infidel’s cup!\nLong have I been running to and fro,\nLearning the secrets of the New Knowledge:\nIts gardeners have put me to the trial\nAnd have made me intimate with their roses.\nRoses! Tulips, rather, that warn one not to smell them—\nLike paper roses, a mirage of perfume.\nSince this garden ceased to enthral me,\nI have nested on the Paradisal tree.\nModern knowledge is the greatest blind—\nIdol-worshipping, idol-selling, idol-making!\nShackled in the prison of phenomena,\nIt has not overleaped the limits of the sensible.\nIt has fallen down in crossing the bridge of Life,\nIt has laid the knife to its own throat.\nHaving fire, it is yet cold as the tulip;\nHaving flame, it is yet cold as hail.\nIts nature remains untouched by the glow of Love,\nIt is ever engaged in a joyless search.\nLove is the Plato that heals the sicknesses of the mind:\nThe mind’s melancholy is cured by its lancet.\nThe whole world bows in adoration to Love,\nLove is the Mahmúd that conquers the Somnath of intellect.\nModern science lacks this old wine in its cup,\nIts nights are not loud with passionate prayer.\nThou hast misprized thine own cypress\nAnd deemed tall the cypress of others.\nLike the reed, thou hast emptied thyself of Self\nAnd given thine heart to the music of others.\nO thou that begg’st morsels from another’s table,\nWilt thou seek thine own kind in another’s shop?\nThe Moslem’s feast is burned up by the lamps of strangers,\nHis mosque is consumed by the Christian monastery.\nWhen the deer fled from the sacred territory of Mecca,\nThe hunter’s arrow pierced her side.\nThe leaves of the rose are scattered, like its scent:\nO thou that hast fled from thy Self, come back to it!\nO trustee of the wisdom of the Koran,\nFind thy lost unity again!\nWe, who keep the gate of the citadel of Islam,\nHave become unbelievers by neglecting the watchword of Islam.\nThe ancient Saki’s bowl is shattered,\nThe wine-party of the Hijáz is broken up.\nThe Ka`ba is filled with our idols,\nInfidelity mocks at our Islam.\nOur Sheikh hath gambled Islam away for love of idols\nAnd made a rosary of the zunnár.\nOur spiritual directors owe their rank to their white hairs\nAnd are the laughing-stock of children in the street;\nTheir hearts bear no impress of the Faith\nBut house the idols of sensuality.\nEvery long-haired fellow wears the garb of a dervish—\nAlas for these traffickers in religion!\nDay and night they are travelling about with disciples,\nAnd ignoring their religious duties.\nTheir eyes are without light, like the narcissus,\nTheir breasts devoid of spiritual wealth.\nPreachers and Súfís, all worship worldliness alike;\nThe prestige of the pure religion is ruined.\nOur preacher fixed his eyes on the pagoda\nAnd the mufti of the Faith sold his decision.\nAfter this, O friends, what are we to do?\nOur guide turns his face towards the wine-house.\n\nXVII\n\nTime is a sword.\n\nGreen be the pure grave of Sháfi`í,\nWhose vine hath cheered a whole world!\nHis thought plucked a star from heaven:\nHe named Time “a cutting sword.”\nHow shall I say what is the secret of this sword?\nAll its brilliance is derived from Life.\nIts owner is exalted above hope and fear,\nHis hand is whiter than the hand of Moses.\nAt one stroke thereof water gushes from the rock\nAnd the sea becomes land from dearth of moisture.\nMoses held this sword in his hand,\nTherefore he wrought more than man may contrive.\nHe clove the Red Sea asunder\nAnd made its waters like dry earth.\nThe arm of Ali, the conqueror of Khaibar,\nDrew its strength from this same sword.\nThe revolution of the sky is visible,\nThe change of day and night is perceived.\nLook, O thou enthralled by Yesterday and To-morrow,\nBehold another world in thine own heart!\nThou hast sown the seed of darkness in thy clay,\nThou hast imagined Time as a line:\nThy thought measures length of Time\nWith the measure of night and day.\nThou mak’st this line a girdle on thine infidel waist;\nThou art an advertiser of falsehood, like idols.\nThou wert the Elixir, and thou hast become a peck of dust;\nThou wert born the conscience of Truth, and thou hast become a lie!\nArt thou a Moslem? Then cast off this girdle!\nBe a candle to the feast of the religion of the free!\nKnowing not the origin of Time,\nThou art ignorant of everlasting Life.\nHow long wilt thou be a thrall of night and day?\nLearn the mystery of Time from the words “I have a time with God.”\nPhenomena arise from the march of Time,\nLife is a part of the contents of Time’s consciousness.\nThe cause of Time is not the revolution of the sun:\nTime is everlasting, but the sun does not last for ever.\nTime is joy and sorrow, festival and fast;\nTime is the secret of moonlight and sunlight.\nThou hast extended Time, like Space,\nAnd distinguished Yesterday from To-morrow.\nThou hast fled, like a scent, from thine own garden;\nThou hast made thy prison with thine own hand.\nOur Time, which has neither beginning nor end,\nBlossoms from the flower-bed of our mind.\nTo know its root quickens the living with new life:\nIts being is more splendid than the dawn.\nLife is of Time, and Time is of Life:\n“Do not abuse Time!” was the command of the Prophet.\n\nOh, the memory of those days when Time’s sword\nWas allied with the strength of our hands!\nWe sowed the seed of religion in men’s hearts\nAnd unveiled the face of Truth;\nOur nails tore loose the knot of this world,\nOur bowing in prayer gave blessings to the earth.\nFrom the jar of Truth we made rosy wine gush forth,\nWe charged against the ancient taverns.\nO thou in whose cup is old wine,\nA wine so hot that the glass is well-nigh turned to water,\nWilt thou in thy pride and arrogance and self-conceit\nTaunt us with our emptiness?\nOur cup, too, hath graced the symposium;\nOur breast hath owned a spirit.\nA new age hath been endued with our beauty\nAnd hath risen from the dust of our feet.\nOur blood hath watered God’s harvest,\nAll worshippers of God are our debtors.\nThe takbír was our gift to the world,\nKa`bas were built of our clay.\nBy means of us God taught the Koran,\nFrom our hand He dispensed His bounty.\nAlthough crown and signet have passed from us,\nDo not look with contempt on our beggarliness!\nIn thine eyes we are good for nothing,\nThinking old thoughts, despicable.\nWe have honour from “There is no god but Allah,”\nWe are the preservers of the universe.\nFreed from the vexation of to-day and to-morrow,\nWe have pledged ourselves to love One.\nWe are the conscience hidden in God’s heart,\nWe are the heirs of Moses and Aaron.\nSun and moon are still bright with our radiance,\nLightning-flashes still lurk in our cloud.\nOur essence is the mirror of the Divine essence:\nThe Moslem’s being is one of the signs of God.\n\nXVIII\n\nAn invocation.\n\nO Thou that art as the soul in the body of the universe,\nThou art our soul and thou art ever fleeing from us.\nThou breathest music into Life’s lute;\nLife envies Death when death is for thy sake.\nOnce more bring comfort to our sad hearts,\nOnce more dwell in our breasts!\nOnce more let us hear thy call to honour,\nStrengthen our weak love.\nWe are oft complaining of destiny,\nThou art of great price and we have naught.\nHide not thy fair face from the empty-handed!\nSell cheap the love of Salmán and Bilál!\nGive us the sleepless eye and the passionate heart,\nGive us again the nature of quicksilver!\nShow unto us one of thy manifest signs,\nThat the necks of our enemies may be bowed!\nMake this chaff a mountain crested with fire,\nBurn with our fire all that is not God!\nWhen the people let the clue of Unity go from their hands,\nThey fell into a hundred mazes.\nWe are dispersed like stars in the world;\nThough of the same family, we are strange to one another.\nBind again these scattered leaves,\nRevive the law of love!\nTake us back to serve thee as of old,\nCommit thy cause to them that love thee!\nWe are travellers: give us devotion as our goal!\nGive us the strong faith of Abraham!\nMake us know the meaning of “There is no god,”\nMake us acquainted with the mystery of “except Allah”!\nI who burn like a candle for the sake of others\nTeach myself to weep like the candle.\nO God! a tear that is heart-enkindling,\nPassionful, wrung forth by pain, peace-consuming,\nMay I sow in the garden, and may it grow into a fire\nThat washes away the fire-brand from the tulip’s robe!\nMy heart is with yestereve, my eye is on to-morrow:\nAmidst the company I am alone.\n“Every one fancies he is my friend,\nBut my secret thoughts have not escaped from my heart.”\nOh, where in the wide world is my comrade?\nI am the Bush of Sinai: where is my Moses?\nI am tyrannous, I have done many a wrong to myself,\nI have nourished a flame in my bosom,\nA flame that seized the furniture of judgement,\nAnd cast fire on the skirt of discretion,\nAnd lessoned with madness the reason,\nAnd burned up the existence of knowledge:\nIts blaze enthrones the sun in the sky,\nAnd lightnings encircle it with adoration for ever.\nMine eye fell to weeping, like dew,\nSince I was entrusted with that hidden fire.\nI taught the candle to burn openly,\nWhile I myself burned unseen by the world’s eye.\nAt last flames breathed from every hair of me,\nFire dropped from the veins of my thought:\nMy nightingale picked up the spark-grains\nAnd created a fire-tempered song.\nIs the breast of this age without a heart?\nMajnún trembles lest Lailá’s howdah be empty.\nIt is not easy for the candle to throb alone:\nAh, is there no moth worthy of me?\nHow long shall I wait for one to share my grief?\nHow long must I search for a confidant?\nO Thou whose face lends light to the moon and the stars,\nWithdraw thy fire from my soul!\nTake back what Thou hast put in my breast,\nRemove the stabbing radiance from my mirror,\nOr give me one old comrade\nTo be the mirror of mine all-burning love!\nIn the sea wave tosses side by side with wave:\nEach hath a partner in its emotion.\nIn heaven star consorts with star,\nAnd the bright moon lays her head on the knees of Night.\nMorning touches Night’s dark side,\nAnd To-day throws itself against To-morrow.\nOne river loses its being in another,\nA waft of air dies in perfume.\nThere is dancing in every nook of the wine-house,\nMadman dances with madman.\nHowbeit in thine essence Thou art single,\nThou hast decked out for Thyself a whole world.\nI am as the tulip of the field,\nIn the midst of a company I am alone.\nI beg of Thy grace a sympathising friend,\nAn adept in the mysteries of my nature,\nA friend endowed with madness and wisdom,\nOne that knoweth not the phantom of vain things,\nThat I may confide my lament to his soul\nAnd see again my face in his heart.\nHis image I will mould of mine own clay,\nI will be to him both idol and worshipper.","themes":["love","nature","hope","grief"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/57317/pg57317-images.html#PROLOGUE","sourceId":"iqbal-self","sourceEdition":"The Secrets of the Self (Asrar-i Khudi), Muhammad Iqbal; translated from Persian by Reynold A. 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No modern commentary or translation included.","license":"Public-domain source text; Project Gutenberg source terms","licenseUrl":"https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html","contentHash":"c1e964d60805dbd68affbe1473b5f178ad3e8089d9dcf7096b25ed898a4640fa","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["IN","US"],"rightsBasis":"Published 1923; author died 1961, Indian life-plus-60 term elapsed; Gutenberg identifies US public domain."},{"id":"hemingway-ten-cdh","title":"Champs D’Honneur","poet":"Ernest Hemingway","lang":"en","form":"Poem","text":"Soldiers never do die well;\nCrosses mark the places—\nWooden crosses where they fell,\nStuck above their faces.\nSoldiers pitch and cough and twitch—\nAll the world roars red and black;\nSoldiers smother in a ditch,\nChoking through the whole attack.","themes":[],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/59603/pg59603-images.html#CDH","sourceId":"hemingway-ten","sourceEdition":"Three Stories & Ten Poems (1923), Contact Publishing, Paris; Project Gutenberg 59603","sourceLocator":"cdh","sourceNote":"Historical original English source wording retained. 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To die—to sleep,\n No more; and by a sleep to say we end\n The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks\n That flesh is heir to: ’tis a consummation\n Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep.\n To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there’s the rub,\n For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,\n When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,\n Must give us pause. There’s the respect\n That makes calamity of so long life.\n For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,\n The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,\n The pangs of dispriz’d love, the law’s delay,\n The insolence of office, and the spurns\n That patient merit of the unworthy takes,\n When he himself might his quietus make\n With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,\n To grunt and sweat under a weary life,\n But that the dread of something after death,\n The undiscover’d country, from whose bourn\n No traveller returns, puzzles the will,\n And makes us rather bear those ills we have\n Than fly to others that we know not of?\n Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,\n And thus the native hue of resolution\n Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,\n And enterprises of great pith and moment,\n With this regard their currents turn awry\n And lose the name of action. Soft you now,\n The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons\n Be all my sins remember’d.","themes":["love","time","death","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1524/pg1524-images.html#sceneIII_8.1","sourceId":"hamlet","sourceEdition":"Hamlet; Project Gutenberg 1524","sourceLocator":"Hamlet, Act/Scene III.i; Hamlet; selected passage","sourceNote":"Historical original English source wording retained. No modern commentary or translation included. Speaker: Hamlet. A bounded passage from Act/Scene III.i; not the full scene or play. 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At first the infant,\n Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;\n Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel\n And shining morning face, creeping like snail\n Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,\n Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad\n Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,\n Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,\n Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,\n Seeking the bubble reputation\n Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,\n In fair round belly with good capon lined,\n With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,\n Full of wise saws and modern instances;\n And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts\n Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,\n With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,\n His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide\n For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,\n Turning again toward childish treble, pipes\n And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,\n That ends this strange eventful history,\n Is second childishness and mere oblivion,\n Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.","themes":["love","time"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1523/pg1523-images.html#sceneII_4.7","sourceId":"as-you-like-it","sourceEdition":"As You Like It; Project Gutenberg 1523","sourceLocator":"As You Like It, Act/Scene II.vii; Jaques; selected passage","sourceNote":"Historical original English source wording retained. No modern commentary or translation included. Speaker: Jaques. A bounded passage from Act/Scene II.vii; not the full scene or play. 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Yet I’ll not shed her blood,\n Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,\n And smooth as monumental alabaster.\n Yet she must die, else she’ll betray more men.\n Put out the light, and then put out the light:\n If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,\n I can again thy former light restore,\n Should I repent me. But once put out thy light,\n Thou cunning’st pattern of excelling nature,\n I know not where is that Promethean heat\n That can thy light relume. When I have pluck’d thy rose,\n I cannot give it vital growth again,\n It must needs wither. I’ll smell it on the tree.","themes":["nature","spirituality","night"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1531/pg1531-images.html#sceneV_26.2","sourceId":"othello","sourceEdition":"Othello; Project Gutenberg 1531","sourceLocator":"Othello, Act/Scene V.ii; Othello; selected passage","sourceNote":"Historical original English source wording retained. 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I pray you, in your letters,\n When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,\n Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate,\n Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak\n Of one that loved not wisely, but too well;\n Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought,\n Perplex’d in the extreme; of one whose hand,\n Like the base Judean, threw a pearl away\n Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdu’d eyes,\n Albeit unused to the melting mood,\n Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees\n Their medicinal gum. Set you down this.\n And say besides, that in Aleppo once,\n Where a malignant and a turban’d Turk\n Beat a Venetian and traduc’d the state,\n I took by the throat the circumcised dog,\n And smote him, thus.","themes":["nature","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1531/pg1531-images.html#sceneV_26.2","sourceId":"othello","sourceEdition":"Othello; Project Gutenberg 1531","sourceLocator":"Othello, Act/Scene V.ii; Othello; selected passage","sourceNote":"Historical original English source wording retained. No modern commentary or translation included. Speaker: Othello. A bounded passage from Act/Scene V.ii; not the full scene or play. 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The noble Brutus\n Hath told you Caesar was ambitious.\n If it were so, it was a grievous fault,\n And grievously hath Caesar answer’d it.\n Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest,\n For Brutus is an honourable man,\n So are they all, all honourable men,\n Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.\n He was my friend, faithful and just to me;\n But Brutus says he was ambitious,\n And Brutus is an honourable man.\n He hath brought many captives home to Rome,\n Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:\n Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?\n When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;\n Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:\n Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;\n And Brutus is an honourable man.\n You all did see that on the Lupercal\n I thrice presented him a kingly crown,\n Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?\n Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;\n And sure he is an honourable man.\n I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,\n But here I am to speak what I do know.\n You all did love him once, not without cause;\n What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?\n O judgement, thou art fled to brutish beasts,\n And men have lost their reason. Bear with me.\n My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,\n And I must pause till it come back to me.","themes":["love","grief","friendship","home"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1522/pg1522-images.html#sceneIII_17.2","sourceId":"julius-caesar","sourceEdition":"Julius Caesar; Project Gutenberg 1522","sourceLocator":"Julius Caesar, Act/Scene III.ii; Antony; selected passage","sourceNote":"Historical original English source wording retained. No modern commentary or translation included. Speaker: Antony. A bounded passage from Act/Scene III.ii; not the full scene or play. 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अम्बर में भर निज रोर!\n\nसिन्धु के अश्रु!\nधारा के खिन्न दिवस के दाह!\nविदाई के अनिमेष नयन!\nमौन उर में चिह्नित कर चाह\nछोड़ अपना परिचित संसार-\n\nसुरभि का कारागार,\nचले जाते हो सेवा-पथ पर,\nतरु के सुमन!\nसफल करके\nमरीचिमाली का चारु चयन!\nस्वर्ग के अभिलाषी हे वीर,\nसव्यसाची-से तुम अध्ययन-अधीर\nअपना मुक्त विहार,\n\nछाया में दुःख के अन्तःपुर का उद्घाचित द्वार\nछोड़ बन्धुओ के उत्सुक नयनों का सच्चा प्यार,\nजाते हो तुम अपने पथ पर,\nस्मृति के गृह में रखकर\nअपनी सुधि के सज्जित तार।\n\nपूर्ण-मनोरथ! आए-\nतुम आए;\nरथ का घर्घर नाद\nतुम्हारे आने का संवाद!\nऐ त्रिलोक जित्! इन्द्र धनुर्धर!\nसुरबालाओं के सुख स्वागत।\nविजय! विश्व में नवजीवन भर,\nउतरो अपने रथ से भारत!\nउस अरण्य में बैठी प्रिया अधीर,\nकितने पूजित दिन अब तक हैं व्यर्थ,\nमौन कुटीर।\n\nआज भेंट होगी-\nहाँ, होगी निस्संदेह\nआज सदा-सुख-छाया होगा कानन-गेह\nआज अनिश्चित पूरा होगा श्रमिक प्रवास,\nआज मिटेगी व्याकुल श्यामा के अधरों की प्यास।\n\nसिन्धु के अश्रु!\nधरा के खिन्न दिवस के दाह!\nबिदाई के अनिमेष नयन!\nमौन उर में चिन्हित कर चाह\nछोड़ अपना परिचित संसार--\nसुरभि के कारागार,\nचले जाते हो सेवा पथ पर,\nतरु के सुमन!\nसफल करके\nमरीचिमाली का चारु चयन।\nस्वर्ग के अभिलाषी हे वीर,\nसव्यसाची-से तुम अध्ययन-अधीर\nअपना मुक्त विहार,\nछाया में दुख के\nअंतःपुर का उद्घाटित द्वार\nछोड़ बन्धुओं के उत्सुक नयनों का सच्चा प्यार,\nजाते हो तुम अपने रथ पर,\nस्मृति के गृह में रखकर\nअपनी सुधि के सज्जित तार।\nपूर्ण मनोरथ! आये--\nतुम आये;\nरथ का घर्घर-नाद\nतुम्हारे आने का सम्वाद।\nऐ त्रिलोक-जित! इन्द्र-धनुर्धर!\nसुर बालाओं के सुख-स्वागत!\nविजय विश्व में नव जीवन भर,\nउतरो अपने रथ से भारत!\nउस अरण्य में बैठी प्रिया अधीर,\nकितने पूजित दिन अब तक हैं व्यर्थ,\nमौन कुटीर।\nआज भेंट होगी--\nहाँ, होगी निस्सन्देह,\nआज सदा सुख-छाया होगा कानन-गेह\nआज अनिश्चित पूरा होगा श्रमित प्रवास,\nआज मिटेगी व्याकुल श्यामा के अधरों की प्यास।\n\nउमड़ सृष्टि के अन्तहीन अम्बर से,\nघर से क्रीड़ारत बालक-से,\nऐ अनन्त के चंचल शिशु सुकुमार!\nस्तब्ध गगन को करते हो तुम पार!\nअन्धकार-- घन अन्धकार ही\nक्रीड़ा का आगार।\nचौंक चमक छिप जाती विद्युत\nतडिद्दाम अभिराम,\nतुम्हारे कुंचित केशों में\nअधीर विक्षुब्ध ताल पर\nएक इमन का-सा अति मुग्ध विराम।\nवर्ण रश्मियों-से कितने ही\nछा जाते हैं मुख पर--\nजग के अंतस्थल से उमड़\nनयन पलकों पर छाये सुख पर;\nरंग अपार\nकिरण तूलिकाओं से अंकित\nइन्द्रधनुष के सप्तक, तार; --\nव्योम और जगती के राग उदार\nमध्यदेश में, गुडाकेश!\nगाते हो वारम्वार।\nमुक्त! तुम्हारे मुक्त कण्ठ में\nस्वरारोह, अवरोह, विघात,\nमधुर मन्द्र, उठ पुनः पुनः ध्वनि\nछा लेती है गगन, श्याम कानन,\nसुरभित उद्यान,\nझर-झर-रव भूधर का मधुर प्रपात।\nवधिर विश्व के कानों में\nभरते हो अपना राग,\nमुक्त शिशु पुनः पुनः एक ही राग अनुराग।\n\nनिरंजन बने नयन अंजन!\nकभी चपल गति, अस्थिर मति,\nजल-कलकल तरल प्रवाह,\nवह उत्थान-पतन-हत अविरत\nसंसृति-गत उत्साह,\nकभी दुख -दाह\nकभी जलनिधि-जल विपुल अथाह--\nकभी क्रीड़ारत सात प्रभंजन--\nबने नयन-अंजन!\nकभी किरण-कर पकड़-पकड़कर\nचढ़ते हो तुम मुक्त गगन पर,\nझलमल ज्योति अयुत-कर-किंकर,\nसीस झुकाते तुम्हे तिमिरहर--\nअहे कार्य से गत कारण पर!\nनिराकार, हैं तीनों मिले भुवन--\nबने नयन-अंजन!\nआज श्याम-घन श्याम छवि\nमुक्त-कण्ठ है तुम्हे देख कवि,\nअहो कुसुम-कोमल कठोर-पवि!\nशत-सहस्र-नक्षत्र-चन्द्र रवि संस्तुत\nनयन मनोरंजन!\nबने नयन अंजन!\n\nतिरती है समीर-सागर पर\nअस्थिर सुख पर दुःख की छाया-\nजग के दग्ध हृदय पर\nनिर्दय विप्लव की प्लावित माया-\nयह तेरी रण-तरी\nभरी आकांक्षाओं से,\nघन, भेरी-गर्जन से सजग सुप्त अंकुर\nउर में पृथ्वी के, आशाओं से\nनवजीवन की, ऊँचा कर सिर,\nताक रहे है, ऐ विप्लव के बादल!\nफिर-फिर!\nबार-बार गर्जन\nवर्षण है मूसलधार,\nहृदय थाम लेता संसार,\nसुन-सुन घोर वज्र हुँकार।\nअशनि-पात से शायित उन्नत शत-शत वीर,\nक्षत-विक्षत हत अचल-शरीर,\nगगन-स्पर्शी स्पर्द्धा-धीर।\nहँसते है छोटे पौधे लघुभार-\nशस्य अपार,\nहिल-हिल\nखिल-खिल,\nहाथ मिलाते,\nतुझे बुलाते,\nविप्लव-रव से छोटे ही है शोभा पाते।\nअट्टालिका नही है रे\nआतंक-भवन,\nसदा पंक पर ही होता\nजल-विप्लव प्लावन,\nक्षुद्र प्रफुल्ल जलज से\nसदा छलकता नीर,\nरोग-शोक में भी हँसता है\nशैशव का सुकुमार शरीर।\nरुद्ध कोष, है क्षुब्ध तोष,\nअंगना-अंग से लिपटे भी\nआतंक-अंक पर काँप रहे हैं\nधनी, वज्र-गर्जन से, बादल!\nत्रस्त नयन-मुख ढाँप रहे है।\nजीर्ण बाहु, है शीर्ण शरीर\nतुझे बुलाता कृषक अधीर,\nऐ विप्लव के वीर!\nचूस लिया है उसका सार,\nहाड़ मात्र ही है आधार,\nऐ जीवन के पारावार!","themes":["nature","hope","grief","spirituality"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://hindi-kavita.com/HindiParimalSuryakantTripathiNirala.php#Parimal10","sourceId":"hi2-nirala-parimal-web","sourceEdition":"परिमल · मूल संग्रह १९३० · उपलब्ध ऑनलाइन मूल-पद्य पाठ","sourceLocator":"बादल राग","sourceNote":"पुराने प्रकाशित संग्रह का मूल हिंदी पद्य। ऑनलाइन वर्तनी और विराम-चिह्नों में पाठांतर हो सकते हैं। वेबसाइट की जीवनी, टिप्पणी, चित्र या अनुवाद नहीं लिए गए हैं। स्वतंत्र पंक्ति-दर-पंक्ति संपादकीय समीक्षा बाकी है।","license":"केवल मूल सार्वजनिक-डोमेन कविता; वेबसाइट की संपादकीय सामग्री शामिल नहीं","licenseUrl":"https://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/mark/1.0/","contentHash":"cc89505bead3a4d53ff3fe82f6bc2dcc89530f567648e77f96bcdcd4040ec19a","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["IN","US"],"rightsBasis":"Original poems in परिमल, published by 1930; author ordinary Indian lifetime-publication term elapsed and pre-1931 published-work US term elapsed. 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Only original poem text; no modern translations, editorial notes or website design. 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विधि को भी नहीं दया आई।\n\nनिसंतान मरे राजाजी रानी शोक-समानी थी,\nबुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,\nखूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।\n\nबुझा दीप झाँसी का तब डलहौज़ी मन में हरषाया,\nराज्य हड़प करने का उसने यह अच्छा अवसर पाया,\nफ़ौरन फौजें भेज दुर्ग पर अपना झंडा फहराया,\nलावारिस का वारिस बनकर ब्रिटिश राज्य झाँसी आया।\n\nअश्रुपूर्ण रानी ने देखा झाँसी हुई बिरानी थी,\nबुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,\nखूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।\n\nअनुनय विनय नहीं सुनती है, विकट शासकों की माया,\nव्यापारी बन दया चाहता था जब यह भारत आया,\nडलहौज़ी ने पैर पसारे, अब तो पलट गई काया,\nराजाओं नव्वाबों को भी उसने पैरों ठुकराया।\n\nरानी दासी बनी, बनी यह दासी अब महरानी थी,\nबुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,\nखूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।\n\nछिनी राजधानी दिल्ली की, लखनऊ छीना बातों-बात,\nकैद पेशवा था बिठूर में, हुआ नागपुर का भी घात,\nउदैपुर, तंजौर, सतारा,कर्नाटक की कौन बिसात?\nजब कि सिंध, पंजाब ब्रह्म पर अभी हुआ था वज्र-निपात।\n\nबंगाले, मद्रास आदि की भी तो वही कहानी थी,\nबुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,\nखूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।\n\nरानी रोईं रनिवासों में, बेगम ग़म से थीं बेज़ार,\nउनके गहने कपड़े बिकते थे कलकत्ते के बाज़ार,\nसरे आम नीलाम छापते थे अंग्रेज़ों के अखबार,\n'नागपुर के ज़ेवर ले लो लखनऊ के लो नौलख हार'।\n\nयों परदे की इज़्ज़त परदेशी के हाथ बिकानी थी,\nबुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,\nखूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।\n\nकुटियों में भी विषम वेदना, महलों में आहत अपमान,\nवीर सैनिकों के मन में था अपने पुरखों का अभिमान,\nनाना धुंधूपंत पेशवा जुटा रहा था सब सामान,\nबहिन छबीली ने रण-चण्डी का कर दिया प्रकट आहवान।\n\nहुआ यज्ञ प्रारम्भ उन्हें तो सोई ज्योति जगानी थी,\nबुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,\nखूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।\n\nमहलों ने दी आग, झोंपड़ी ने ज्वाला सुलगाई थी,\nयह स्वतंत्रता की चिनगारी अंतरतम से आई थी,\nझाँसी चेती, दिल्ली चेती, लखनऊ लपटें छाई थी,\nमेरठ, कानपुर,पटना ने भारी धूम मचाई थी,\n\nजबलपुर, कोल्हापुर में भी कुछ हलचल उकसानी थी,\nबुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,\nखूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।\n\nइस स्वतंत्रता महायज्ञ में कई वीरवर आए काम,\nनाना धुंधूपंत, ताँतिया, चतुर अज़ीमुल्ला सरनाम,\nअहमदशाह मौलवी, ठाकुर कुँवरसिंह सैनिक अभिराम,\nभारत के इतिहास गगन में अमर रहेंगे जिनके नाम।\n\nलेकिन आज जुर्म कहलाती उनकी जो कुरबानी थी,\nबुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,\nखूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।\n\nइनकी गाथा छोड़, चले हम झाँसी के मैदानों में,\nजहाँ खड़ी है लक्ष्मीबाई मर्द बनी मर्दानों में,\nलेफ्टिनेंट वाकर आ पहुँचा, आगे बढ़ा जवानों में,\nरानी ने तलवार खींच ली, हुया द्वंद असमानों में।\n\nज़ख्मी होकर वाकर भागा, उसे अजब हैरानी थी,\nबुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,\nखूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।\n\nरानी बढ़ी कालपी आई, कर सौ मील निरंतर पार,\nघोड़ा थक कर गिरा भूमि पर गया स्वर्ग तत्काल सिधार,\nयमुना तट पर अंग्रेज़ों ने फिर खाई रानी से हार,\nविजई रानी आगे चल दी, किया ग्वालियर पर अधिकार।\n\nअंग्रेज़ों के मित्र सिंधिया ने छोड़ी राजधानी थी,\nबुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,\nखूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।\n\nविजय मिली, पर अंग्रेज़ों की फिर सेना घिर आई थी,\nअबके जनरल स्मिथ सम्मुख था, उसने मुहँ की खाई थी,\nकाना और मंदरा सखियाँ रानी के संग आई थी,\nयुद्ध श्रेत्र में उन दोनों ने भारी मार मचाई थी।\n\nपर पीछे ह्यूरोज़ आ गया, हाय! घिरी अब रानी थी,\nबुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,\nखूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।\n\nतो भी रानी मार काट कर चलती बनी सैन्य के पार,\nकिन्तु सामने नाला आया, था वह संकट विषम अपार,\nघोड़ा अड़ा, नया घोड़ा था, इतने में आ गये सवार,\nरानी एक, शत्रु बहुतेरे, होने लगे वार-पर-वार।\n\nघायल होकर गिरी सिंहनी उसे वीर गति पानी थी,\nबुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,\nखूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।\n\nरानी गई सिधार चिता अब उसकी दिव्य सवारी थी,\nमिला तेज से तेज, तेज की वह सच्ची अधिकारी थी,\nअभी उम्र कुल तेइस की थी, मनुज नहीं अवतारी थी,\nहमको जीवित करने आई बन स्वतंत्रता-नारी थी,\n\nदिखा गई पथ, सिखा गई हमको जो सीख सिखानी थी,\nबुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,\nखूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।\n\nजाओ रानी याद रखेंगे ये कृतज्ञ भारतवासी,\nयह तेरा बलिदान जगावेगा स्वतंत्रता अविनासी,\nहोवे चुप इतिहास, लगे सच्चाई को चाहे फाँसी,\nहो मदमाती विजय, मिटा दे गोलों से चाहे झाँसी।\n\nतेरा स्मारक तू ही होगी, तू खुद अमिट निशानी थी,\nबुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,\nखूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।","themes":["time","spirituality","loneliness","friendship"],"themeMethod":"keyword-suggestions","source":"https://hindi-kavita.com/Mukul-Subhadra-Kumari-Chauhan.php#Mukul20","sourceId":"hi2-mukul-web","sourceEdition":"मुकुल · मूल संग्रह १९३० · उपलब्ध ऑनलाइन मूल-पद्य पाठ","sourceLocator":"झांसी की रानी","sourceNote":"पुराने प्रकाशित संग्रह का मूल हिंदी पद्य। ऑनलाइन वर्तनी और विराम-चिह्नों में पाठांतर हो सकते हैं। वेबसाइट की जीवनी, टिप्पणी, चित्र या अनुवाद नहीं लिए गए हैं। स्वतंत्र पंक्ति-दर-पंक्ति संपादकीय समीक्षा बाकी है।","license":"केवल मूल सार्वजनिक-डोमेन कविता; वेबसाइट की संपादकीय सामग्री शामिल नहीं","licenseUrl":"https://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/mark/1.0/","contentHash":"e12a1ccc5ead0c4002cb21a6821ad117bfed734b8d5c4e507ea7bcc4c28b56a9","verificationStatus":"SOURCE_EXTRACTED","explanation":null,"rightsTerritoriesReviewed":["IN","US"],"rightsBasis":"Original poems in मुकुल, published by 1930; author ordinary Indian lifetime-publication term elapsed and pre-1931 published-work US term elapsed. 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