Lord of
Lord of
moving good-luck shoes
And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck Shall fling her old shoe after.
knowledge men her-beauty
Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail Against her beauty? May she mix With men and prosper! Who shall fix Her pillars? Let her work prevail.
nature wall spring
Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower-but if I could understand What you are, root and all, all in all, I should know what God and man is.
kings deer speak
Follow the deer? Follow the Christ the King. Live pure, speak true,right wrong, Follow the King-- Else, wherefore born?
sick shadow half
I am half-sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.
mirrors cracks sides
The mirror crack'd from side to side "The curse has come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott
hate heart men
I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel; But when I saw thee cold in death, I felt as man should feel. For when I look upon that face, That cold, unheeding, frigid brown, Where neither rage nor fear has place, By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now!
weed clothes cold
In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold
ants sun gleam
What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?
lying half truth-is
A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
gay night color
There she weaves by night and day, A magic web with colors gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay, To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott.
love-is want
Shall love be blamed for want of faith?
travel moving shining
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life!
running wall flower
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.