33 quotes
Some of your hurts you have cured,
And the sharpest you still have survived,
But what torments of grief you endured
From evils which never arrived!
May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)
O tenderly the haughty day
Fills his blue urn with fire;
One morn is in the mighty heaven,
And one in our desire.
May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)
So nigh is grandeur to our dust,
So near is God to man,
When Duty whispers low, Thou must,
The youth replies, I can.
May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)
Obey the voice at eve obeyed at prime.
May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)
United States! the ages plead, —
Present and Past in under-song, —
Go put your creed into your deed,
Nor speak with double tongue.
May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)
God said, I am tired of kings,
I suffer them no more;
Up to my ear the morning brings
The outrage of the poor.
May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)
Nor mourn the unalterable Days
That Genius goes and Folly stays.
May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands.
May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)
Far or forgot to me is near;
Shadow and sunlight are the same;
The vanished gods to me appear;
And one to me are shame and fame.
May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)
They reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt;
And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)
What potent blood hath modest May!
May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)
It is time to be old,
To take in sail: —
The god of bounds,
Who sets to seas a shore,
Came to me in his fatal rounds,
And said: 'No more!
May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)
England's genius filled all measure
Of heart and soul, of strength and pleasure,
Gave to the mind its emperor,
And life was larger than before:
Nor sequent centuries could hit
Orbit and sum of Shakespeare's wit.
The men who lived with him became
Poets, for the air was fame.
May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)