O Love! Thou Makest All Things Even (Sarah Flower Adams Poem)
O Love! thou makest all things even In earth or heaven; Finding thy way through prison-bars Up to the stars; ...
O Love! thou makest all things even In earth or heaven; Finding thy way through prison-bars Up to the stars; ...
O Love! thou makest all things even In earth or heaven; Finding thy way through prison-bars Up to the stars; ...
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
We were apart; yet, day by day, I bade my heart more constant be. I bade it keep the world ...
The lovely lass o' Inverness, Nae joy nor pleasure can she see; For e'en and morn she cries, "Alas!" And ...
THE FRIEND whom, wild from Wisdom's way, The fumes of wine infuriate send, (Not moony madness more astray) Who but ...
ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, 1786 Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil ...
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, and then for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, ...
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne? For ...
I LEFT thee last, a child at heart, A woman scarce in years: I come to thee, a solemn corpse ...
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, Most gracious singer of high poems ! where The dancers will break footing, ...
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart ! Unlike our uses and our destinies. Our ministering two angels look surprise ...
When I attain to utter forth in verse Some inward thought, my soul throbs audibly Along my pulses, yearning to ...
I THINK we are too ready with complaint In this fair world of God's. Had we no hope Indeed beyond ...
Said a people to a poet---" Go out from among us straightway! While we are thinking earthly things, thou singest ...
IF God compel thee to this destiny, To die alone, with none beside thy bed To ruffle round with sobs ...
What can I give thee back, O liberal And princely giver, who hast brought the gold And purple of thine ...
And yet, because thou overcomest so, Because thou art more noble and like a king, Thou canst prevail against my ...
THOU large-brained woman and large-hearted man, Self-called George Sand ! whose soul, amid the lions Of thy tumultuous senses, moans ...
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart! Unlike our uses and our destinies. Our ministering two angels look surprise On ...
Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear Too calm and sad a face in front of thine; For we ...
My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes God set between his After and Before, And strike up and ...
Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make, Of all that strong divineness which I know For thine and thee, ...
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, Most gracious singer of high poems! where The dancers will break footing, from ...
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