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A ruddy drop of manly blood
The surging sea outweighs,
The world uncertain comes and goes;
The lover rooted stays.
May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)
Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die.
May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)
And striving to be man, the worm
Mounts through all the spires of form.
May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)
Whoever fights, whoever falls,
Justice conquers evermore.
May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)
Ever from one who comes to-morrow
Men wait their good and truth to borrow.
May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)
He thought it happier to be dead,
To die for Beauty, than live for bread.
May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)
And every man, in love or pride,
Of his fate is ever wide.
May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)
Born for success he seemed,
With grace to win, with heart to hold,
With shining gifts that took all eyes.
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Fear not, then, thou child infirm,
There's no god dare wrong a worm.
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Deep in the man sits fast his fate
To mould his fortunes, mean or great.
May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)
Though love repine, and reason chafe,
There came a voice without reply, —
"'T is man's perdition to be safe
When for the truth he ought to die."
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Wilt thou seal up the avenues of ill?
Pay every debt as if God wrote the bill.
May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)
The music that can deepest reach,
And cure all ill, is cordial speech.
May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)
Nor sequent centuries could hit
Orbit and sum of Shakespeare's wit.
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If the red slayer think he slays,
Or if the slain think he is slain,
They know not well the subtle ways
I keep, and pass, and turn again.
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To-day unbind the captive,
So only are ye unbound;
Lift up a people from the dust,
Trump of their rescue, sound!
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For the prevision is allied
Unto the thing so signified;
Or say, the foresight that awaits
Is the same Genius that creates.
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In the vaunted works of Art
The master stroke is Nature's part.
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None shall rule but the humble,
And none but Toil shall have.
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I think no virtue goes with size;
The reason of all cowardice
Is, that men are overgrown,
And, to be valiant, must come down
To the titmouse dimension.
May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)