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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.

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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.

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Time'swheelsrunsbackor Stops: Potterand Clayendure.

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

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

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.

All Service Ranks The Same With God,- With God, Whose Puppets, Best And Worst, Are We: There Is No Last Nor First.

What So Wild As Words Are?

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!

All Poetry Is Difficult To Read - The Sense Of It Anyhow.

Truth Never Hurts The Teller.

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

For The Preacher's Merit Or Demerit, It Were To Be Wished That The Flaws Were Fewer In The Earthen Vessel, Holding Treasure, But The Main Thing Is, Does It Hold Good Measure Heaven Soon Sets Right All Other Matters!

Death Was Past, Life Not Come: So He Waited.

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

What Joy Is Better Than The News Of Friends?

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

Might She Have Loved Me? Just As Well She Might Have Hated, Who Can Tell!

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

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

Every One Soon Or Late Comes Round By Rome.

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

They Are Perfect; How Else?-they Shall Never Change: We Are Faulty; Why Not?-we Have Time In Store.

Love Is The Energy Of Life.

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

Say Not "a Small Event!" Why "small"? Costs It More Pain That This Ye Call A "great Event" Should Come To Pass From That? Untwine Me From The Mass Of Deeds Which Make Up Life, One Deed Power Shall Fall Short In Or Exceed!

The Trouble That Most Of Us Find With The Modern Matched Sets Of Clubs Is That They Don't Really Seem To Know Any More About The Game Than The Old Ones Did.

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?

What's Come To Perfection Perishes. Things Learned On Earth We Shall Practice In Heaven; Works Done Least Rapidly Art Most Cherishes.

O Never Star Was Lost; Here We All Aspire To Heaven And There Is Heaven Above Us. If I Stoop Into A Dark Tremendous Sea Of Cloud, It Is But For A Time; I Press God's Lamp Close To My Breast; Its Splendor Soon Or Late Will Pierce The Gloom. I Shall Emerge Some Day.

How Very Hard It Is To Be A Christian!

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

Truth Is Truth Howe'er It Strike.

Hand Grasps At Hand, Eye Lights Eye In Good Friendship, And Great Hearts Expand And Grow One In The Sense Of This World's Life.

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.

Faultless To A Fault.

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

All Service Is The Same With God.

Believeth With The Life, The Pain Shall Stop.

Any Nose May Ravage With Impunity A Rose.

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

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

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.

How Good Is Life, The Mere Living!

Graved Inside Of It, "italy".

The Past Is Gained, Secure, And On Record.

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

Who Knows Most, Doubts Most.

Praise Is Deeper Than The Lips

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.

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

If Thou Tastest A Crust Of Bread, Thou Tastest All The Stars And All The Heavens.

Truth That Peeps Over The Glass's Edge When Dinner's Done.

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!

We Shall March Prospering,-not Thro' His Presence; Songs May Inspirit Us,-not From His Lyre; Deeds Will Be Done,-while He Boasts His Quiescence, Still Bidding Crouch Whom The Rest Bade Aspire.

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

All's Love, Yet All's Law.

Death: The Grand Perhaps.

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.

You Never Know What Life Means Till You Die; Even Throughout Life, Tis Death That Makes Life Live.

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

No Thought Which Ever Stirred A Human Breast Should Be Untold.

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!

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

April And Spring

Women Hate A Debt As Men A Gift.

All The Breath And The Bloom Of The Year In The Bag Of One Bee; All The Wonder And Wealth Of The Mine In The Heart Of One Gem; In The Core Of One Pearl All The Shade And The Shine Of The Sea; Breath And Bloom, Shade And Shine,- Wonder, Wealth, And-how Far Above Them- Truth, That's Brighter Than Gem, Truth, That's Purer Than Pearl,- Brightest Truth, Purest Trust In The Universe- All Were For Me In The Kiss Of One Girl.

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

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!

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

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.

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.

Still More Labyrinthine Buds The Rose.

This Could But Have Happened Once,- And We Missed It, Lost It Forever.

You Call For Faith: I Show You Doubt, To Prove That Faith Exists. The More Of Doubt, The Stronger Faith, I Say, If Faith O'ercomes Doubt.

Man Partly Is And Wholly Hopes To Be.

The Great Mind Knows The Power Of Gentleness.

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Smiling The Boy Fell Dead.

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Truth Never Hurt The Teller.

Earth Is Crammed With Heavens.

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Ignorance Is Not Innocence But Sin.

Purity And Innocence

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Be Sure They Sleep Not Whom God Needs.

All Poetry Is Putting The Infinite Within The Finite.

How Strange Now, Looks The Life He Makes Us Lead; So Free We Seem, So Fettered Fast We Are!

I Write From A Thorough Conviction That It Is The Duty Of Me, And With The Belief That, After Every Drawback And Shortcoming, I Do My Best, All Things Considered--that Is For Me, And, So Being, The Not Being Listened To By One Human Creature Would, I Hope, In Nowise Affect Me.

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.

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

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.

I Do What Many Dream Of, All Their Lives

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

Of Power Does Man Possess No Particle: Of Knowledge-just So Much As Show That Still It Ends In Ignorance On Every Side.

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.

No Work Begun Shall Ever Pause For Death.

Youth Means Love, Vows Can't Change Nature, Priests Are Only Men.

Never The Time And The Place And The Loved One All Together.

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!

A Minute's Success Pays The Failure Of Years.

The Body Sprang At Once To The Height, And Stayed; But The Soul,-no!

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

As If True Pride Were Not Also Humble!

Take Away Love And Our Earth Is A Tomb.

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

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

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

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

Can We Love But On Condition That The Thing We Love Must Die?

What Youth Deemed Crystal, Age Finds Out Was Dew.

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

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

No, When The Fight Begins Within Himself, / A Man's Worth Something.

Shun Death, Is My Advice.

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!

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

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

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

Earth Changes, But Thy Soul And God Stand Sure.

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

I Count Life Just A Stuff To Try The Soul's Strength On.

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

One Wise Man's Verdict Outweighs All The Fools'.

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.

Truth Is Within Ourselves.

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

At Last Awake From Life, That Insane Dream We Take For Waking Now.

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.

But God Has A Few Of Us To Whom He Whispers In The Ear; The Rest May Reason And Welcome; 'tis We Musicians Know.

But What If I Fail Of My Purpose Here? It Is But To Keep The Nerves At Strain, To Dry One's Eyes And Laugh At A Fall, And Baffled, Get Up And Begin Again.

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

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.

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

The Best Way To Excape His Ire Is, Not To Seem Too Happy.

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

That Moment She Was Mine, Mine, Fair, Perfectly Pure And Good: I Found A Thing To Do, And All Her Hair In One Long Yellow String I Wound Three Times Her Little Throat Around, And Strangled Her. No Pain Felt She; I Am Quite Sure She Felt No Pain. As A Shut Bud That Holds A Bee, I Warily Oped Her Lids: Again Laughed The Blue Eyes Without A Stain. And I Untightened The Next Tress About Her Neck; Her Cheek Once More Blushed Bright Beneath My Burning Kiss . . .

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.

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

Brightest Truth, Purest Trust In The Universe, All Were For Me, In The Kiss Of One Girl.

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

Go In Thy Native Innocence, Rely On What Thou Hast Of Virtue, Summon All, For God Towards Thee Hath Done His Part, Do Thine.

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!

Must In Death Your Daylight Finish? My Sun Sets To Rise Again.

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

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

Rejoice That Man Is Hurled, From Change To Change Unceasingly, His Soul's Wings Never Furled!

Pippa's Song The Year's At The Spring The Day's At The Morn Morning's At Seven, The Hill Side's Dew-pearled The Lark's On The Wing The Snail's On The Thorn God's In His Heaven- All's Right With The World

Fail I Alone, In Words And Deeds? Why, All Men Strive And Who Succeeds?

A Man In Armor Is His Armor's Slave.

To Do Good Things In The World, First You Must Know Who You Are And What Gives Meaning To Your Life.

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.

Life Is An Empty Dream.

Who Knows Most, Doubts Most; Entertaining Hope Means Recognizing Fear.

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

It Is The Glory And Good Of Art, That Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth, To Mouths Like Mine At Least.

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

Since There My Past Life Lies, Why Alter It?

The Heavens And Earth Stay As They Were; My Heart Beats As It Beat: The Truth Remains The Truth.

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

I Know A Mount, The Gracious Sun Perceives First When He Visits, Last, Too, When He Leaves The World; And, Vainly Favored, It Repays The Day-long Glory Of His Steadfast Gaze By No Change Of Its Large Calm Front Of Snow.

Earth Being So Good, Would Heaven Seem Best?

The Only Fault's With Time; All Men Become Good Creatures: But So Slow!

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.

What A Thing Friendship Is - World Without End.

God Is The Perfect Poet.

God Smiles As He Has Always Smiled; Ere Suns And Moons Could Wax And Wane, Ere Stars Were Thundergirt, Or Piled The Heavens, God Thought On Me His Child; Ordained A Life For Me, Arrayed Its Circumstances, Every One To The Minutest; Ay, God Said This Head This Hand Should Rest Upon Thus, Ere He Fashioned Star Or Sun.

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.

Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth.

Good To Forgive, Best To Forget.

And Inasmuch As Feeling, The East's Gift, Is Quick And Transient,- Comes, And Lo! Is Gone, While Northern Thought Is Slow And Durable.

Lofty Designs Must Close In Like Effects.

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

A Man In Armour Is His Armour's Slave.

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

I Hold That A Man Should Strive To The Uttermost For His Life's Set Prize.

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

'tis An Awkward Thing To Play With Souls.

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

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

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.

Never Brag, Never Bluster, Never Blush.

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.

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

But Facts Are Facts And Flinch Not.

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

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

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

The Sea Heaves Up, Hangs Loaded O'er The Land, Breaks There, And Buries Its Tumultuous Strength.

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

Who Hears Music Feels His Solitude Peopled At Once.

Inspirational Music

Inscribe All Human Effort With One Word, Artistry's Haunting Curse, The Incomplete!

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

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

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.

It 's Wiser Being Good Than Bad; It 's Safer Being Meek Than Fierce; It 's Fitter Being Sane Than Mad. My Own Hope Is, A Sun Will Pierce The Thickest Cloud Earth Ever Stretched; That After Last Returns The First, Though A Wide Compass Round Be Fetched.

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.

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

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