I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.
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.
Beauty, the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God and Angel of his Presence thru' all creation.
O youth whose hope is high, Who dost to Truth aspire, Whether thou live or die, O look not back nor tire.
When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master.
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.
So sweet love seemed that April morn, when first we kissed beside the thorn, so strangely sweet, it was not strange we thought that love could never change.
But I can tell - let truth be told - That love will change in growing old; Though day by day is nought to see, So delicate his motions be.
Since to be loved endures, To love is wise.
When Death to either shall come - I pray it be first to me.
Spring goeth all in white, / Crowned with milk-white may: / In fleecy flocks of light / O'er heaven the white clouds stray.
There is a hill beside the silver Thames, Shady with birch and beech and odorous pine; And brilliant underfoot with thousand gems, Steeply the thickets to his floods decline.
Scatter the clouds that hide The face of heaven, and show Where sweet peace doth abide, Where Truth and Beauty grow.
Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly I well know whither, And rest I well know where.
And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before.
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding,Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West,That fearest nor sea rising, nor sky clouding,Whither away, fair rover, and what thy quest?
I have loved flowers that fade,Within whose magic tentsRich hues have marriage madeWith sweet unmemoried scents:A honeymoon delight,A joy of love at sight,That ages in an hourMy song be like a flower!
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.
I live in hope and that I think do all
Who come into this world.
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?
I love all beauteous things,
I seek and adore them
To-morrow it seemLike the empty words of a dreamRemembered on waking.
Poetry's magic lies in the imagery which satifies even without interpretation..it is accepted as easily as it was created.
Good melody is never out of fashion
My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night.
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