Lord of
Lord of
track guilt claims
To what gulfs A single deviation from the track Of human duties leads even those who claim The homage of mankind as their born due, And find it, till they forfeit it themselves!
men laughing feelings
Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
philosophy thinking sky
'Twas strange that one so young should thus concern His brain about the action of the sky; If you think 'twas philosophy that this did, I can't help thinking puberty assisted.
simple example wordsworth
The simple Wordsworth . . . / Who, both by precept and example, shows / That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose.
men thinking sharks
Man is a carnivorous production, And must have meals, at least one meal a day; He cannot live, like woodcocks, upon suction, But, like the shark and tiger, must have prey; Although his anatomical construction Bears vegetables, in a grumbling way, Your laboring people think beyond all question, Beef, veal, and mutton better for digestion.
ocean sea dangerous
There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.
spring heart home
From the mingled strength of shade and light A new creation rises to my sight, Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow, So warm with light his blended colors glow. . . . . The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring.
past one-day humans
Have not all past human beings parted, And must not all the present, one day part?
grateful skills coats
May Moorland weavers boast Pindaric skill, And tailors' lays be longer than their bill! While punctual beaux reward the grateful notes, And pay for poems--when they pay for coats.
other-worlds solitude sorrow
Sorrow preys upon Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at moments back to this. The busy have no time for tears.
solitude
This is to be along; this, this is solitude!
solitude
In solitude, when we are least alone.
farewell sea sky
Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave, Then some leap'd overboard with fearful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave.
soul sculpture form
Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized? In him alone, Can nature show as fair?