Shall i compare thee to a summers day:
"And every fair from fair sometimes declines, "
" By chance or natures changing courses untrimmed "
" So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives live to thee. "
"Shall i compare thee to a summers day
Thou art more lovely and more temperate ”
On his blindness:
......but patience to prevent
that murmer soon replies, "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best."
The good morrow:
" If ever any beauty I did see
Which i desired and got, twas but a dream of thee."
"If our love be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none do slacken, none can die."
" Let sea-discovers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have showne,
Let us posses one world, each hath one, and is one.
To daffodils:
We die,
As your hours do, and dry
Away
Like to the summers rain
Or as the pearls of mornings dew
Never to be found again
Elegy written in a country churchyard:
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way
And leaves the world to darkness and to me
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave
Awaits alike th'inevitable hour,
The paths of glory lead but to grave.
Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault,
If mem'ry o'er their tomb no trophies raise,
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air
Far from the madding crowds ignoble strife,
Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray;
Along the cool sequestered vale of life,
They kept the noisless tenor of their way
I wonderly lonely as a cloud:
The waves besides them danced ; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not be gay,
In such a jocund company
Continuous as the stars shine
And twinkle on the milky way
Ode to the west wind:
I fall upon the throns of life i bleed
A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed
One too like thee : tameless, and swift, and proud
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow
The world listen then - as i am listening now
The sapless foliage of the ocean, know
They voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear
And tremble and despail themselves.
Ode to autumn:
Where are the songs of spring? Ay where are they?
Think not of them thou hast thy music too
Whos hath not seen thee oft amid thy store
Season of mists mellow fruitfulness
Close bosom friends of the maturing sun
Ulysses:
It little profits that an idle king
By this still hearth, among these barren crags
Matchd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race
I cannot rest from travel I will drink
Life to the less
How dull it is to pause to make an end
To rust unfurnished, not to shine in use
One equal temper to heroic hearts
Made waek by time and fate but strong in will
To strive to seek to find and not to yield
To follow knowledge like a sinking star
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought
I will drink
Life to the less
Death closes all but sometimes are the end
Some work of noble not, may yet be done
The patriot:
It was roses, roses all the way
With myrtle mixed in my path like mad
But give me your sun from yonder skies
They had answerer "And afterwards, what else
There's nobody on the house-tops now-
Just a palsied few at the windows set;
Thus I entered, and thus I go!
The God shall repay: I am safer so
How do i love thee:
I love thee to the depth and breath and height
My soul can reach When feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace
I love thee with a love i seemed to lose
With my lost saints i love thee with the breath
Smiles tears of all my life! And if God choose
I shall but love thee better after death
Crossing Brooklyn ferry:
The current rushing so swiftly and
Swimming with me far away
The others that are to follow me
The ties between me and them
It avails not, time nor place distance avails not
I am with you, you man and women of a
Generation, or ever so many generation hence
Just as you feel when you look on the
River and sky, so i felt
We understand then do we not?
What i promised without mentioning it,
have you not accepted?
What the study could not teach what the
Preaching could not accomplish is
Accomplish, is it not?"
Clouds of the west, the sun there half an hour high
I see you also face to face
Ah, what can be more stately and admirable to me
Than mast hemmd Manhattan?
River and sunset and scallop-edg'd
Waves of flood tide?
Because i could not stop for death:
And i had put away
My labor and my leisure too
For His Civility
We passed the School, where children strove
At recess in the ring
We passed the Fields of gazing grain
We passef the setting sun
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground
The roof was scarcely visible
The cornice i the ground.
A prayer for my daughter:
Being made beautiful overmuch
Consider beauty a sufficient end
Lose natural kindness
How but in custom and in ceremony
Are innocence and beauty born?
Halen being chosen found life flat and
And latet had much trouble from a fool
An intellectual hatered is the worst
So let her think opinions are accursed
Home burial:
The nearest friends can go
With anyone to death, comes so far short
They might as well not to go at all
Theree foggy mornings and one rainy day
Will rot the best birch fence a man can build
Will rot the best birch fence a man can build
I shall laugh the worst laugh i ever laughed
I'm cursed. God, if i Don't believe i am cursed
Piano:
The glamour
Of childhood days is upon me
Softly, in the dusk, a women is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years till i see.
Fern hill:
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes
As i rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nigjtjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark
The tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass
Pike:
The same iron in this eye
Though its film shrank in death
Skilled legendary depth :
It was as deep as England. It held
Pike too immense to stir,so immense and old
The past nightfall I dared not cast
Darkness beneath nights darkness had freed
That rose slowly towards me, watching.
Where the mind is without fear:
Where the mind is without fear and the held is high
Where knowledge is free
Where the clear strem of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Learning grief
Watching friends at play
At their pranks, i thought
I'll never smile or laugh, i'll never
Feel joy again
His mother has dies, they said
Clucking in sympathy
And a sister arrived like a silver
Of moonlight erased
Almost at once by a dark mop
Of cloud : winter pneumonia.
★★★★ To err is human.
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