Lord of
Lord of
happiness needs highest
We needs must love the highest when we see it.
heart roaming hungry
For always roaming with a hungry heart.
science sea land
There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
men self may
I hold it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
perfect delight pure
And was the day of my delight As pure and perfect as I say?
quiet lost
The quiet sense of something lost
graduation future eye
For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.
love sweet pain
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
stars poetry desire
And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
weed pain lying
I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel For words, like nature, half reveal And half conceal the soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain A use measured language lie's The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotic's, numbing pain In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er Like coarsest clothes against the cold But large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more.
sweet regret first-love
Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
music lying tired
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
cheer knights space
Who is this? And what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they crossed themselves for fear, All the Knights at Camelot; But Lancelot mused a little space He said, "She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott.
art dark two
So I find every pleasant spot In which we two were wont to meet, The field, the chamber, and the street, For all is dark where thou art not