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Build me straight, O worthy Master!
Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel
That shall laugh at all disaster,
And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!
The Building of the Ship (1849)
O suffering, sad humanity!
O ye afflicted ones, who lie
Steeped to the lips in misery,
Longing, yet afraid to die,
Patient, though sorely tried!
Ballads and Other Poems (1842)
"Let us build such a church, that those who come after us shall take us for madmen," said the old canon of Seville, when the great cathedral was planned.
Table-Talk (1857)
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
Tales of a Wayside Inn (1863)
Shepherds at the grange,
Where the Babe was born,
Sang with many a change,
Christmas carols until morn.
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
In happy homes he saw the light
Of household fires gleam warm and bright.
Ballads and Other Poems (1842)
"O father! I see a gleaming light.
Oh say, what may it be?"
But the father answered never a word,
A frozen corpse was he.
Ballads and Other Poems (1842)
Thinking the deed, and not the creed,
Would help us in our utmost need.
Tales of a Wayside Inn (1863)
Building nests in Fame's great temple,
As in spouts the swallows build.
A traveller, by the faithful hound,
Half-buried in the snow was found.
Ballads and Other Poems (1842)
Our pleasures and our discontents,
Are rounds by which we may ascend.
Nothing useless is, or low;
Each thing in its place is best;
And what seems but idle show
Strengthens and supports the rest.
The Seaside and the Fireside (1850)
You will forgive me, I hope, for the sake of the friendship between us,
Which is too true and too sacred to be so easily broken!
The Courtship of Miles Standish (1858)
Within her tender eye
The heaven of April, with its changing light.
Nor deem the irrevocable Past,
As wholly wasted, wholly vain,
If, rising on its wrecks, at last
To something nobler we attain.
O holy trust! O endless sense of rest!
Like the beloved John
To lay his head upon the Saviour's breast,
And thus to journey on!
The Seaside and the Fireside (1850)
Ah! what would the world be to us
If the children were no more?
We should dread the desert behind us
Worse than the dark before.
His form was ponderous, and his step was slow;
There never was so wise a man before;
He seemed the incarnate "Well, I told you so!"
Tales of a Wayside Inn (1863)
She knew the life-long martyrdom,
The weariness, the endless pain
Of waiting for some one to come
Who nevermore would come again.
Kéramos, and Other Poems (1878)