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And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before.
Scatter the clouds that hide The face of heaven, and show Where sweet peace doth abide, Where Truth and Beauty grow.
When first we met we did not guess That Love would prove so hard a master.
The name of happiness is but a wider termfor the unalloy'd conditions of the Pleasur of Life,attendant on all function, and not to be deny'dto th' soul, unless forsooth in our thought of naturespiritual is by definition unnatural.
I love all beauteous things,
I seek and adore them
To-morrow it seemLike the empty words of a dreamRemembered on waking.
I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.
Beauty being the best of all we know sums up the unsearchable and secret aims of nature.
I live in hope and that I think do all
Who come into this world.
The evening darkens over
After a day so bright,
The windcapt waves discover
That wild will be the night.
Good melody is never out of fashion
Unto us all our days are love's anniversaries, each one In turn hath ripened something of our happiness.
O soul, be patient: thou shalt find A little matter mend all this; Some strain of music to thy mind, Some praise for skill not spent amiss.
When Death to either shall come - I pray it be first to me.
Science comforting man's animal poverty and leisuring his toil, hath humanized manners and social temper, and now above her globe-spredd net of speeded intercourse hath outrun all magic, and disclosing the secrecy of the reticent air hath woven a web of invisible strands spiriting the dumb inane with the quick matter of life ...
Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly well know whither, And rest I well know where.
When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town.
Weep not today: why should this sadness be?
Learn in present fears
To o'ermaster those tears
That unhindered conquer thee.
Nature hav no music; nor would ther be for theeany better melody in the April woods at dawnthan what an old stone-deaf labourer, lying awakeo'night in his comfortless attic, might perchancebe aware of, when the rats run amok in his thatch?
Man's Reason is in such deep insolvency to sense,that tho' she guide his highest flight heav'nward, and teach himdignity morals manners and human comfort,she can delicatly and dangerously bedizenthe rioting joys that fringe the sad pathways of Hell.
Beauty is the highest of all these occult influences, the quality of appearances that thru' the sense wakeneth spiritual emotion in the mind of man.
