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All pains the immortal spirit must endure,
All weakness which impairs, all griefs which bow,
Find their sole speech in that victorious brow.
The Strayed Reveller, and Other Poems (1849)
The World in which we live and move
Outlasts aversion, outlasts love:
Outlasts each effort, interest, hope,
Remorse, grief, joy.
The Strayed Reveller, and Other Poems (1849)
Know, man hath all which Nature hath, but more,
And in that more lie all his hopes of good.
The Strayed Reveller, and Other Poems (1849)
France, fam'd in all great arts, in none supreme.
The Strayed Reveller, and Other Poems (1849)
Ennobling this dull pomp, the life of kings,
By contemplation of diviner things.
The Strayed Reveller, and Other Poems (1849)
Not milder is the general lot
Because our spirits have forgot,
In action’s dizzying eddy whirl’d,
The something that infects the world.
The Strayed Reveller, and Other Poems (1849)
Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep,
Where the winds are all asleep.
The Strayed Reveller, and Other Poems (1849)
Fate gave, what Chance shall not control,
His sad lucidity of soul.
The Strayed Reveller, and Other Poems (1849)
Others abide our question. Thou art free.
We ask and ask — Thou smilest and art still,
Out-topping knowledge.
The Strayed Reveller, and Other Poems (1849)
Yet they, believe me, who await
No gifts from Chance, have conquer’d Fate.
The Strayed Reveller, and Other Poems (1849)
Such a price
The Gods exact for song;
To become what we sing.
The Strayed Reveller, and Other Poems (1849)
Ere the parting kiss be dry,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!
The Strayed Reveller, and Other Poems (1849)
The will is free;
Strong is the soul, and wise, and beautiful;
The seeds of god-like power are in us still;
Gods are we, bards, saints, heroes, if we will!
The Strayed Reveller, and Other Poems (1849)
Where the spent lights quiver and gleam;
Where the salt weed sways in the stream;
Where the sea-beasts rang’d all round
Feed in the ooze of their pasture-ground.
The Strayed Reveller, and Other Poems (1849)
No deep the Poet sees, but wide.
The Strayed Reveller, and Other Poems (1849)
Children dear, was it yesterday
(Call yet once) that she went away?
The Strayed Reveller, and Other Poems (1849)
But be his
My special thanks, whose even-balanced soul,
From first youth tested up to extreme old age,
Business could not make dull, nor passion wild;
Who saw life steadily, and saw it whole:
The mellow glory of the Attic stage.
The Strayed Reveller, and Other Poems (1849)
Where great whales come sailing by,
Sail and sail, with unshut eye,
Round the world for ever and aye.
When did music come this way?
Children dear, was it yesterday?
The Strayed Reveller, and Other Poems (1849)
Who prop, thou ask'st in these bad days, my mind?
He much, the old man, who, clearest-souled of men,
Saw The Wide Prospect, and the Asian Fen,
And Tmolus hill, and Smyrna bay, though blind.
The Strayed Reveller, and Other Poems (1849)
But, ah! she gave me never a look,
For her eyes were sealed to the holy book.
Loud prays the priest; shut stands the door.
Come away, children, call no more!
Come away, come down, call no more!
The Strayed Reveller, and Other Poems (1849)