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Desire Joy And Thank God For It. Renounce It, If Need Be, For Other's Sake. That's Joy Beyond Joy.

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Desire Joy And Thank God For It. Renounce It, If Need Be, For Other's Sake. That's Joy Beyond Joy.

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Make Us Happy And You Make Us Good.

One Who Never Turned His Back But Marched Breast Forward, Never Doubted Clouds Would Break, Never Dreamed, Though Right Were Worsted, Wrong Would Triumph, Held We Fall To Rise, Are Baffled To Fight Better, Sleep To Wake.

So Munch On, Crunch On, Take Your Nuncheon, Breakfast, Supper, Dinner, Luncheon!

In God's Good Time, Which Does Not Always Fall On Saturday When The World Looks For Wages.

Lofty Designs Must Close In Like Effects.

A Man In Armor Is His Armor's Slave.

Paracelsus At Times I Almost Dream I Too Have Spent A Life The Sages’ Way, And Tread Once More Familiar Paths. Perchance I Perished In An Arrogant Self-reliance Ages Ago; And In That Act A Prayer For One More Chance Went Up So Earnest, So Instinct With Better Light Let In By Death, That Life Was Blotted Out — Not So Completely But Scattered Wrecks Enough Of It Remain, Dim Memories, As Now, When Once More Seems The Goal In Sight Again.

As Is Your Sort Of Mind, So Is Your Sort Of Search: You Will Find What You Desire.

I Was Made And Meant To Look For You And Wait For You And Become Yours Forever.

Let Friend Trust Friends, And Love Demand Love's Like.

Oh, Good Gigantic Smile O' The Brown Old Earth, This Autumn Morning! How He Sets His Bones To Bask I' The Sun, And Thrusts Out Knees And Feet. From The Ripple To Run Over In Its Mirth

I, Painting From Myself And To Myself, Know What I Do, Am Unmoved By Men's Blame Or Their Praise Either.

The Moment Eternal - Just That And No More - When Ecstasy's Utmost We Clutch At The Core While Cheeks Burn, Arms Open, Eyes Shut, And Lips Meet!

If All The World Is A Stage And Life Is Just A Play Upon It, Get Me Two Seats In The Stalls.

Silence 'tis Awe Decrees.

I Trust In Nature For The Stable Laws Of Beauty And Utility. Spring Shall Plant And Autumn Garner To The End Of Time.

Be Sure They Sleep Not Whom God Needs.

Love, Hope, Fear, Faith - These Make Humanity; These Are Its Sign And Note And Character.

And Gain Is Gain, However Small.

Mothers, Wives And Maids, These Be The Tools With Which Priests Manage Men.

Sappho Survives, Because We Sing Her Songs; And Eschylus, Because We Read His Plays!

O Lyric Love, Half Angel And Half Bird. And All A Wonder And A Wild Desire.

Aspire, Break Bounds. Endeavor To Be Good, And Better Still, Best.

Oh, The Little More, And How Much It Is! And The Little Less, And What Worlds Away.

What? Was Man Made A Wheel-work To Wind Up, And Be Discharged, And Straight Wound Up Anew? No! Grown, His Growth Lasts; Taught, He Ne'er Forgets: May Learn A Thousand Things, Not Twice The Same.

Open My Heart, And You Will See Graved Inside Of It ‘italy.'

Smiling The Boy Fell Dead.

Any Nose May Ravage With Impunity A Rose.

But There Are Times When Patience Proves At Fault.

One And All We Lend An Ear-nay, Science Takes Thereto- Encourages The Meanest Who Has Racked Nature Until He Gains From Her Some Fact, To State What Truth Is From His Point Of View, Mere Pin-point Though It Be: Since Many Such Conduce To Make A Whole, She Bids Our Friend Come Forward Unabashed And Haply Lend His Little Life-experience To Our Much Of Modern Knowledge.

My Business Is Not To Remake Myself, But To Make The Absolute Best Of What God Made.

Still More Labyrinthine Buds The Rose.

Be Sure That God Ne'er Dooms To Waste The Strength He Deigns Impart.

Poetry, Like Love, Is Something We Never Truly Say Goodbye To.

I Show You Doubt, To Prove That Faith Exists.

Fair Or Foul The Lot Apportioned Life On Earth, We Bear Alike.

All We Have Gained Then By Our Unbelief Is A Life Of Doubt Diversified By Faith, For One Of Faith Diversified By Doubt: We Called The Chess-board White-we Call It Black.

I Dare Not So Honor My Mere Wishes And Prayers As To Put Them For A Moment Beside Your Noble Acts; But This Know, I Would Rather Submit To The Worst Of Deaths, So Far As Pain Goes, Than Have A Single Dog Or Cat Tortured On The Pretence Of Sparing Me A Twinge Or Two.

On The Earth The Broken Arcs; In The Heaven A Perfect Round.

If Two Lives Join, There Is Oft A Scar. They Are One And One, With A Shadowy Third; One Near One Is Too Far.

How Good Is Man's Life, The Mere Living! How Fit To Employ All The Heart And The Soul And The Senses Forever In Joy!

Oh Never Star Was Lost Here But It Rose Afar.

But Little Do Or Can The Best Of Us: That Little Is Achieved Through Liberty.

It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way, With Myrtle Mixed In My Path Like Mad.

A Pretty Woman's Worth Some Pains To See.

We Mortals Cross The Ocean Of This World Each In His Average Cabin Of A Life; The Bests Not Big, The Worst Yields Elbowroom.

Praise Is Deeper Than The Lips

Success In Marriage Is More Than Finding The Right Person: It Is Being The Right Person.

I Do What Many Dream Of, All Their Lives

A Lion May Die Of An Ass's Kick.

Dear, Dead Women, With Such Hair, Too--what's Become Of All The Gold Used To Hang And Brush Their Bosoms?

Day! Faster And More Fast. O'er Night's Brim, Day Boils At Last.

There Shall Never Be One Lost Good! What Was, Shall Live As Before; The Evil Is Null, Is Nought, Is Silence Implying Sound; What Was Good Shall Be Good, With For Evil So Much Good More; On The Earth The Broken Arcs; In The Heaven, A Perfect Round.

One May Do Whatever One Likes. In Art, The Only Thing Is, To Make Sure That One Does Like It.

Over My Head His Arm He Flung, Against The World.

Men Are Not Angels, Neither Are They Brutes.

The Sad Rhyme Of The Men Who Proudly Clung To Their First Fault, And Withered In Their Pride.

Our Interest's On The Dangerous Edge Of Things. The Honest Thief, The Tender Murderer, The Superstitious Atheist.

Thought Is The Soul Of Act.

Just For A Handful Of Silver He Left Us, Just For A Riband To Stick In His Coat.

In This World, Who Can Do A Thing, Will Not; And Who Would Do It, Cannot, I Perceive: Yet The Will's Somewhat — Somewhat, Too, The Power — And Thus We Half-men Struggle.

What's The Earth With All Its Art, Verse, Music, Worth — Compared With Love, Found, Gained, And Kept?

Wedding Anniversary

He Guides Me And The Bird. In His Good Time!

But Facts Are Facts And Flinch Not.

What I Aspired To Be And Was Not, Comforts Me.

How Good Is Life, The Mere Living!

Twere Too Absurd To Slight For The Hereafter The Todays Delight!

God Is Seen God In The Star, In The Stone, In The Flesh, In The Soul And The Clod.

Boot, Saddle, To Horse, And Away!

So, Fall Asleep Love, Loved By Me... For I Know Love, I Am Loved By Thee.

God Is The Perfect Poet, Who In His Person Acts His Own Creations.

Was There Nought Better Than To Enjoy? No Feat Which, Done, Would Make Time Break, And Let Us Pent-up Creatures Through Into Eternity, Our Due? No Forcing Earth Teach Heaven's Employ?

That We Devote Ourselves To God, Is Seen In Living Just As Though No God There Were.

There's A New Tribunal Now Higher Than God's -the Educated Man's!

Ever Judge Of Men By Their Professions. For Though The Bright Moment Of Promising Is But A Moment, And Cannot Be Prolonged, Yet If Sincere In Its Moment's Extravagant Goodness, Why, Trust It, And Know The Man By It, I Say,- Not By His Performance; Which Is Half The World's Work, Interfere As The World Needs Must With Its Accidents And Circumstances: The Profession Was Purely The Man's Own. I Judge People By What They Might Be,- Not Are, Nor Will Be.

There Are Three Ways Of Learning Golf: By Study, Which Is The Most Wearisome; By Imitation, Which Is The Most Fallacious; And By Experience, Which Is The Most Bitter.

Truth Is Within Ourselves; It Takes No Rise From Outward Things, Whate'er You May Believe. There Is An Inmost Centre In Us All, Where Truth Abides In Fulness; And Around, Wall Upon Wall, The Gross Flesh Hems It In, This Perfect, Clear Perception-which Is Truth. A Baffling And Perverting Carnal Mesh Binds It, And Makes All Error: And To Know Rather Consists In Opening Out A Way Whence The Imprisoned Splendour May Escape, Than In Effecting Entry For A Light Supposed To Be Without.

Sorrow, The Heart Must Bear, Sits In The Home Of Each, Conspicuous There. Many A Circumstance, At Least, Touches The Very Breast. For Those Whom Any Sent Away,--he Knows: And In The Live Man's Stead, Armor And Ashes Reach The House Of Each.

Each Life Unfulfilled, You See; It Hangs Still, Patchy And Scrappy: We Have Not Sighed Deep, Laughed Free, Starved, Feasted, Despaired,—been Happy.

From The Sprinkled Isles, Lily On Lily, That O'erlace The Sea.

For Thence A Paradox Which Comforts While It Mocks, - Shall Life Succeed In That It Seems To Fail: What I Aspired To Be, And Was Not, Comforts Me: A Brute I Might Have Been, But Would Not Sink I' The Scale.

All June I Bound The Rose In Sheaves, Now, Rose By Rose, I Strip The Leaves.

How Well I Know What I Mean To Do When The Long Dark Autumn Evenings Come, And Where, My Soul, Is Thy Pleasant Hue? With The Music Of All Thy Voices, Dumb In Life’s November Too! I Shall Be Found By The Fire, Suppose, O’er A Great Wise Book As Beseemeth Age, While The Shutters Flap As The Cross-wind Blows, And I Turn The Page, And I Turn The Page, Not Verse Now, Only Prose!

It's Wiser Being Good Than Bad; It's Safer Being Meek Than Fierce: It's Fitter Being Sane Than Mad.

O Woman-country! Wooed Not Wed, Loved All The More By Earth's Male-lands, Laid To Their Hearts Instead.

What Of Soul Was Left, I Wonder, When The Kissing Had To Stop?

Man Seeks His Own Good At The Whole World's Cost.

My Care Is For Myself; Myself Am Whole And Sole Reality.

Measure Your Mind's Height By The Shade It Casts.

I Judge People By What They Might Be, - Not Are, Nor Will Be.

Wander At Will, Day After Day,-- Wander Away, Wandering Still-- Soul That Canst Soar! Body May Slumber: Body Shall Cumber Soul-flight No More.

Let's Contend No More, Love, Strive Nor Weep: All Be As Before Love, - Only Sleep.

That's The Wise Thrush; He Sings Each Song Twice Over, Lest You Should Think He Never Could Recapture The First Fine Careless Rapture!

When Is Man Strong Until He Feels Alone?

The Candid Incline To Surmise Of Late That The Christian Faith Proves False.

Ignorance Is Not Innocence But Sin.

Purity And Innocence

Oh, To Be In England Now That April's There, And Whoever Wakes In England Sees, Some Morning, Unaware.

How He Lies In His Rights Of A Man! Death Has Done All Death Can. And Absorbed In The New Life He Leads, He Recks Not, He Heeds Nor His Wrong Nor My Vengeance; Both Strike On His Senses Alike, And Are Lost In The Solemn And Strange Surprise Of The Change.

Time'swheelsrunsbackor Stops: Potterand Clayendure.

Earth Being So Good, Would Heaven Seem Best?

Night Conceals A World But Reveals A Universe.

Most Progress Is Most Failure.

Genius Has Somewhat Of The Infantine; But Of The Childish Not A Touch Or Taint.

Who Knows Most, Doubts Most.

Since There My Past Life Lies, Why Alter It?

Kiss Me As If You Made Believe You Were Not Sure This Eve, How My Face, Your Flower, Had Pursed It's Petals Up.

The Devil, That Old Stager, Who Leads Downward, Perhaps, But Fiddles All The Way!

Escape Me? Never, Beloved! While I Am I, And You Are You.

Stung By The Splendour Of A Sudden Thought.

As If True Pride Were Not Also Humble!

I Am Grown Peaceful As Old Age Tonight.

Shakespeare Was Of Us, Milton Was Of Us, Burns, Shelley, Were With Us. They Watch From Their Graves!

What So Wild As Words Are?

In Heaven I Yearn For Knowledge, Account All Else Inanity; On Earth I Confess An Itch For The Praise Of Fools - That's Vanity

Lose Who May-i Still Can Say, Those Who Win Heaven, Blest Are They!

There Is Nothing So Unpardonable As To Consent To A Senseless, Aimless, Purposeless Life.

I Give The Fight Up: Let There Be An End, A Privacy, An Obscure Nook For Me. I Want To Be Forgotten Even By God.

Unless You Can Love, As The Angels May, With The Breadth Of Heaven Betwixt You; Unless You Can Dream That His Faith Is Fast, Through Behoving And Unbeloving; Unless You Can Die When The Dream Is Past- Oh, Never Call It Loving!

God! Thou Art Love! I Build My Faith On That.

The Aim, If Reached Or Not, Makes Great The Life: Try To Be Shakespeare, Leave The Rest To Fate!

Are There Not, Dear Michael, Two Points In The Adventure Of The Diver,- One, When A Beggar He Prepares To Plunge; One, When A Prince He Rises With His Pearl? Festus, I Plunge.

Graved Inside Of It, "italy".

For I Say This Is Death And The Sole Death,- When A Man's Loss Comes To Him From His Gain, Darkness From Light, From Knowledge Ignorance, And Lack Of Love From Love Made Manifest.

A Minute's Success Pays The Failure Of Years.

Truth Is Within Ourselves. There Is An Inmost Center In Us All, Where The Truth Abides In Fullness.

Grow Old Along With Me! The Best Is Yet To Be, The Last Of Life, For Which The First Was Made. Our Times Are In His Hand Who Saith, 'a Whole I Planned, Youth Shows But Half; Trust God: See All, Nor Be Afraid!

Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth.

A Man In Armour Is His Armour's Slave.

Stand Still, True Poet That You Are! I Know You; Let Me Try And Draw You. Some Night You'll Fail Us: When Afar You Rise, Remember One Man Saw You, Knew You, And Named A Star!

There Is No Truer Truth Obtainable By Man Than Comes Of Music

I See My Way As Birds Their Trackless Way. I Shall Arrive,- What Time, What Circuit First, I Ask Not; But Unless God Send His Hail Or Blinding Fire-balls, Sleet Or Stifling Snow, In Some Time, His Good Time, I Shall Arrive: He Guides Me And The Bird. In His Good Time.

Talent Should Minister To Genius.

Needs There Groan A World In Anguish Just To Teach Us Sympathy?

A Minute Of Success Pays For Years Of Failure.

In The Morning Of The World, When Earth Was Nigher Heaven Than Now.

Strike When Thou Wilt, The Hour Of Rest, But Let My Last Days Be My Best.

I Hear You Reproach, "but Delay Was Best, For Their End Was A Crime." Oh, A Crime Will Do As Well, I Reply, To Serve For A Test As A Virtue Golden Through And Through, Sufficient To Vindicate Itself And Prove Its Worth At A Moment's View! . . . . . . Let A Man Contend To The Uttermost For His Life's Set Prize, Be It What It Will! The Counter Our Lovers Staked Was Lost As Surely As If It Were Lawful Coin; And The Sin I Impute To Each Frustrate Ghost Is-the Unlit Lamp And The Ungirt Loin, Though The End In Sight Was A Vice, I Say.

What A Thing Friendship Is - World Without End.

Hatred And Cark And Care, What Place Have They / In Yon Blue Liberality Of Heaven?.

Oh The Wild Joys Of Living! The Leaping From Rock To Rock ... The Cool Silver Shock Of The Plunge In A Pool's Living Waters.

Truth Is Truth Howe'er It Strike.

A People Is But The Attempt Of Many To Rise To The Completer Life Of One; And Those Who Live As Models For The Mass Are Singly Of More Value Than They All.

Women Hate A Debt As Men A Gift.

Is Your Love For The Lord Sufficient To Give All Your Time And Talents To His Work?

Love Is The Energy Of Life.

The Great Mind Knows The Power Of Gentleness.

I Have No Little Insight Into The Feelings Of Furniture, And Treat Books And Prints With A Reasonable Consideration. How Some People Use Their Pictures, For Instance, Is A Mystery To Me; Very Revolting All The Same--portraits Obliged To Face Each Other For Ever--prints Put Together In Portfolios.

The Ultimate, Angels' Law, Indulging Every Instinct Of The Soul There Where Law, Life, Joy, Impulse Are One Thing!

In The First Is The Last, In Thy Will Is My Power To Believe.

Tis Man's To Explore Up And Down, Inch By Inch, With The Taper His Reason.

Though Rome's Gross Yoke Drops Off, No More To Be Endured, Her Teaching Is Not So Obscured By Errors And Perversities, That No Truth Shines Athwart The Lies.

A Face To Lose Youth For, To Occupy Age With The Dream Of, Meet Death With.

The Common Problem, Yours, Mine, Everyone's Is ? Not To Fancy What Were Fair In Life Provided It Could Be ? But, Finding First What May Be, Then Find How To Make It Fair Up To Our Means.

O World, As God Has Made It! All Is Beauty.

Days Decrease, / And Autumn Grows, Autumn In Everything.

But How Carve Way I' The Life That Lies Before, If Bent On Groaning Ever For The Past?

I Have Lived, And Seen God's Hand Thro A Life Time, And All Was For The Best.

The World And Life's Too Big To Pass For A Dream

God Is The Perfect Poet.

Into The Street The Piper Stepped, Smiling First A Little Smile As If He Knew What Magic Slept In His Quiet Pipe The While. And The Piper Advanced And The Children Followed.

Such Ever Was Love's Way: To Rise, It Stoops.

Italy, My Italy! Queen Mary's Saying Serves For Me (when Fortune's Malice Lost Her Calais): "open My Heart, And You Will See Graved Inside Of It 'italy.'"

Take Away Love And Our Earth Is A Tomb.

What A Name! Was It Love Or Praise? Speech Half-asleep Or Song Half-awake? I Must Learn Spanish, One Of These Days, Only For That Slow Sweet Name's Sake.

Mid The Sharp, Short Emerald Wheat, Scarce Risen Three Fingers Well, The Wild Tulip At The End Of Its Tube, Blows Out Its Great Red Bell, Like A Thin Clear Bubble Of Blood, For The Children To Pick And Sell.

A Pretty Woman's Worth Some Pains To See, Nor Is She Spoiled, I Take It, If A Crown Completes The Forehead Pale And Tresses Pure.

Autumn Wins You Best By This Its Mute Appeal To Sympathy For Its Decay.

For Sudden The Worst Turns The Best To The Brave, The Black Minute's At End, And The Elements' Rage, The Fiend Voices That Rave, Shall Dwindle, Shall Blend, Shall Change, Shall Become First A Peace Out Of Pain, Then A Light, Then Thy Breast, O Thou Soul Of My Soul! I Shall Clasp Thee Again, And With God Be The Rest!

Generations Pass While Some Tree Stands, And Old Families Last Not Three Oaks.

Would You Have Your Songs Endure? Build On The Human Heart.

Where The Heart Lies, Let The Brain Lie Also.

Faultless To A Fault.

Other Heights In Other Lives, God Willing.

Oh, To Be In England Now That April's There.

April And Spring

Where The Apple Reddens Never Pry - Lest We Lose Our Edens, Eve And I.

Tis Looking Downward Makes One Dizzy.

Out Of Your Whole Life Give But A Moment! All Of Your Life That Has Gone Before, All To Come After It, -so You Ignore, So You Make Perfect The Present, Condense, In A Rapture Of Rage, For Perfection's Endowment, Thought And Feeling And Soul And Sense.

He Who Did Well In War Just Earns The Right, To Begin Doing Well In Peace.

Truth Never Hurts The Teller.

I Know What I Want And What I Might Gain, And Yet, How Profitless To Know.

The Lie Was Dead And Damned, And Truth Stood Up Instead.

No! Let Me Taste The Whole Of It, Fare Like My Peers, The Heroes Of Old, Bear The Brunt, In A Minute Pay Glad Life's Arrears Of Pain, Darkness And Cold.

When A Man's Busy, Why Leisure Strikes Him As Wonderful Pleasure: 'faith, And At Leisure Once Is He? Straightway He Wants To Be Busy.

Again The Cousin's Whistle! Go, My Love.

The Past Is Gained, Secure, And On Record.

Ambition Is Not What Man Does... But What Man Would Do.

Good Strong Thick Stupefying Incense-smoke!

Love Is Energy Of Life.

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Only I Discern Infinite Passion, And The Pain Of Finite Hearts That Yearn.

Progress Is The Law Of Life: Man Is Not Man As Yet.

The Peerless Cup Afloat Of The Lake-lily Is An Urn Some Nymph Swims Bearing High Above Her Head.

'tis Well Averred, A Scientific Faith's Absurd.

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When I Love Most, Love Is Disguised. In Hate; And When Hate Is Surprised, In Love, Then I Hate Most.

Grow Old With Me. The Best Is Yet To Be. The Last Of Life For Which The First Was Made.

Finds Progress, Man's Distinctive Mark Alone, Not God's, And Not The Beast's; God Is, They Are, Man Partly Is, And Wholly Hopes To Be.

"with This Same Key Shakespeare Unlocked His Heart" Once More! Did Shakespeare? If So, The Less Shakespeare He!

If You Get Simple Beauty And Naught Else, You Get About The Best Thing God Invents.

Our Aspirations Are Our Responsibilities.

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