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Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Oh, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes!
How shall I lure thee to my haunts forlorn!
For me wilt thou renew the withered rose,
Not marble nor the gilded monuments
Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme,
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Our life is like a forest, where the sun
Glints down upon us through the throbbing leaves;
The full light rarely find us. One by one,
What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the Psalmist.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey’d Love, observing me grow slack
Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is;
Me it sucked first, and now sucks thee,
God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
Lord of my heart’s elation,
Spirit of things unseen,
Be thou my aspiration
On Turning up in Her Nest with the Plough, November, 1785
Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Escape me?
Never —
Beloved!
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,