Paraphrases From Scriptures. (Helen Maria Williams Poems)
The day is thine, the night also is thine; thou hast prepared thelight and the sun.Thou hast set all the ...
The day is thine, the night also is thine; thou hast prepared thelight and the sun.Thou hast set all the ...
AN ACADEMIC POEM1829-1879Read at the Commencement Dinner of the Alumni of HarvardUniversity, June 25, 1879.WHILE fond, sad memories all around ...
"Set thine house in order, for thou shalt die." - Isaiah xxxviii.What! and no more? — Is this, my soul, ...
IT was a calm, still, Sabbath eve--no breezeWent o'er the sleeping flowers, no murmured sound,From Nature's harp of many voices, ...
. IN THE BACKS. As I was strolling lonely in the Backs, I met a woman whom I did not like. I did not like the way the woman walked: Loose-hipped, big-boned, disjointed, angular. If her anatomy comprised a waist, I did not notice it: she had a face With eyes and lips adjusted thereunto, But round her mouth no pleasing shadows stirred, Nor did her eyes invite a second glance. Her dress was absolutely colourless, Devoid of taste or shape or character; Her boots were rather old, and rather large, And rather shabby, not precisely matched. Her hair was very far from beautiful And not abundant: she had such a hat As neither merits nor expects remark. She was not clever, I am very sure, Nor witty nor amusing: well-informed She may have been, and kind, perhaps, of heart; But gossip was writ plain upon her face. And so she stalked her dull unthinking way; Or, if she thought of anything, it was That such a one had got a second class, Or Mrs So-and-So a second child. I did not want to see that girl again: I did not like her: and I should not mind If she were done away with, killed, or ploughed. She did not seem to serve a useful end: And certainly she was not beautiful.. ON THE KING'S PARADE. As I was waiting for the tardy tram, I met what purported to be a man. What seemed to pass for its material frame, The semblance of a suit of clothes had on, Fit emblem of the grand sartorial art And worthy of a more sublime abode. Its coat and waistcoat were of weird design Adapted to the fashion's latest whim. I think it wore an Athenæum tie. White flannels draped its too ethereal limbs And in its vacant eye there glared a glass. In vain for this poor derelict of flesh, Void of the spirit it was built to house, Have classic poets tuned their deathless lyre, Astute historians fingered mouldering sheets And reared a palace of sententious truth. In vain has y been added unto x, In vain the mighty decimal unrolled, Which strives indefinitely to be π In vain the palpitating frog has groaned Beneath the licensed knife: in vain for this The surreptitious corpse been disinterred And forced, amid the disinfectant fumes, To yield its secrets to philosophy. In vain the stress and storm of politics Beat round this empty head: in vain the priest Pronounces loud anathemas: the fool In vain remarks upon the fact that God Is missing in the world of his belief. Vain are the problems whether space, or time, Or force, or matter can be said to be: Vain are the mysteries of Melchisedec, And vain Methuselah's unusual years. It had a landlady I make no doubt; A friend or two as vacant as itself; A kitchen-bill; a thousand cigarettes; A dog which knew it for the fool it was. Perhaps it was a member of the Union, Who votes as often as he does not speak, And "recommends" as wildly as he spells. Its income was as much beyond its merits As less than its inane expenditure. Its conversation stood to common sense As stands the Sporting Times (its favourite print) To wit or humour. It was seldom drunk, But seldom sober when it went to bed. The mean contents of these superior clothes Were they but duly trained by careful hands, And castigated with remorseless zeal, Endowed with purpose, gifted with a mind, And taught to work, or play, or talk, or laugh, Might possibly aspire—I do not know— To pass, in time, for what they dare to scorn, An ordinary undergraduate. What did this thing crawling 'twixt heaven and earth, Amid the network of our grimy streets? What end was it intended to subserve, What lowly mission fashioned to neglect? It did not seem to wish for a degree, And what its object was I do not know, Unless it was to catch the tardy tram. (James Kenneth Stephen)
Oh ! how I love to stand on some high rock, And gaze upon the foaming wild abyss Of Ocean — all ...
I climbed a hill as light fell short,And rooks came home in scramble sort,And filled the trees and flapped and ...
LADY Flora gave cards for a party at tea,To flowers, buds, and blossoms of every degree;So from town and from ...
O, go not by Dunorloch's wallsWhen the moon is in the wane,And cross not o'er Dunorloch's bridge,The farther bank to ...
LXVI'True labour in the vineyard of thy Lord,Ere prime thou hast the imposed day-work done,What armies conquered, perished with thy ...
COME hither, Evan Cameron!Come, stand beside my knee:I hear the river roaring downTowards the wintry sea.There 's shouting on the ...
I.Let those who pine in pride or in revenge,Or think that ill for ill should be repaid,Who barter wrong for ...
Monarch of mountains! in thy cloudy robe, Thou sit'st secure upon thy craggy throne, Seeming to lord it over half the globe, As ...
Tune — "Lady Isabella's Tragedy." or "The Stepmother's cruelty."Of Nero, tyrant, petty king,Who heretofore did reignIn famed Hibernia, I will ...
THIS is our place of meeting; oppositeThat towered and pillared building: look at it;King's Chapel in the Second George's day,Rebellion ...
I climbed a hill as light fell short,And rooks came home in scramble sort,And filled the trees and flapped and ...
If heaven the grateful liberty would giveThat I might choose my method how to live,And all those hours propitious fate ...
MENALCASWho owns the flock, Damoetas? Meliboeus?DAMOETASNay, they are Aegon's sheep, of late by himCommitted to my care.MENALCAS O every wayUnhappy sheep, ...
A Priestly--War I sing, and bloodless Field,And pious Chiefs, in Paper Warfare skill'd;Chiefs, that full oft have quarrell'd for their ...
Dark Isle of Mourning—aptly art thou named, For thou hast been the cause of many a tear; For deeds of treacherous strife ...
I know of no profession 'Mong profane or divine, Excelling in its mission The power embraced in mine. It reaches earth and heaven Through heart ...
IAS round the cliff I came aloneThe whole bay bared its blaze to me;Loud sang the wind, the wild sun ...
There's a place in the North where the bonnie broom grows,Where winding through green meadows the silver Maine flows,Every lark ...
The roadside forests here and there were touched with tawny gold;The days were shortening, and at dusk the sea looked ...
Young Calidore is paddling o'er the lake;His healthful spirit eager and awakeTo feel the beauty of a silent eve,Which seem'd ...
There stood an unsold captive in the mart,a gray-haired and majestical old man,chained to a pillar. It was almost night,and ...
WHEN the merry spring-tide Floods all the land;Nature hath a Mother's heart, Gives with open hand;Flowers running up the lane Tell us May ...
Ay, Oliver! I was but seven, and he was eleven;He looked at me pouting and rosy. I blushed where I ...
I At any moment love unheraldedComes, and is king. Then as, with a fallOf frost, the buds upon the hawthorn ...
A LEGEND OF OLD FRANCE.Never did rosy morning Sweep o'er the skirts of night,Calm nature's face adorning, With more intense delight;Never did ...
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