The bells they sound on Bredon, And still the steeples hum. 'Come all to church, good people' Oh, noisy bells, be dumb I hear you, I will come.
Look not in my eyes, for fear; They mirror true the sight I see, And there you find your face too clear; And love it and be lost like me.
Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck.
The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
Happy bridegroom, Hesper brings All desired and timely things. All whom morning sends to roam, Hesper loves to lead them home. Home return who him behold, Child to mother, sheep to fold, Bird to nest from wandering wide Happy bridegroom, seek your bride.
Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out... Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.
With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.
The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
And silence sounds no worse than cheers; After death has stopped the ears.
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide.
To hear such tunes as killed the cow!
Pass me the can, lad there's an end of May.
I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
The laws of God, the laws of man he may keep that will and can; not I: let God and man decree laws for themselves and not for me.
What God abandoned, these defended.
The goal stands up, the keeper; Stands up to keep the goal.
Good religious poetry . . . is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.
Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
The man that runs away Lives to die another day.
Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.
By brooks too broad for leaping The lightfoot boys are laid.
The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
A neck God made for other use; Than strangling in a string.
He stood, and heard the steeple Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town.
When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, 'Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away.'
From far, from eve and morning
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither: here am I.
They say my verse is sad no wonder Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man's.
And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
Oh, look in my eyes then, can you doubt?
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