Farewell, farewell! but this I tell To thee, thou Wedding-Guest! He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast.
Freedom is best, I tell thee true, of all things to be won.
With thee conversing I forget all time.
If Thou canst do something with us and through us, then please, God, do something without us! Bypass us and take up a people who now know Thee not!
Owe money at Easter and Lent will seem short to thee.
Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes Unwhipped of justice.
In the discharge of thy place set before thee the best examples; for imitation is a globe of precepts.
Love me, beloved; Hades and Death Shall vanish away like a frosty breath; These hands, that now are at home in thine, Shall clasp thee again, if thou art still mine; And thou shalt be mine, my spirit's bride, In the ceaseless flow of eternity's tide, If the truest love thy heart can know Meet the truest love that from mine can flow. Pray God, beloved, for thee and me, That our sourls may be wedded eternally.
Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
Teach me, my God and king In all things thee to see And what I do in anything To do it as for thee
A brave heart and a courteous tongue. They shall carry thee far through the jungle, Manling.
And how shall I call upon my God, my God and Lord, since, when I call for Him, I shall be calling Him to myself? and what room is there within me, whither my God can come into me? whither can God come into me, God who made heaven and earth? is there, indeed, O Lord my God, aught in me that can contain thee?
Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes; But no too humbly, or she will despise Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes: Disguise even tenderness if thou art wise.
Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile – the winds – To a heart in port – Done with the compass – Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden – Ah, the sea! Might I moor – Tonight – In thee!
The heart of man is restless until he finds rest in Thee.
If I love in thee, beloved, only what thou lovest most, do not be angry; for so one spirit is enamoured of another.
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring ,Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again, And who will call the wild-briar fair? Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now, And deck thee with holly's sheen, That, when December blights thy brow, He still may leave thy garland green.
God, I pray light these idle sticks of my life and may I burn up for thee.
Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel? Why, now let me die, for I have lived long enough.
Oh Beautiful for smoggy skies, insecticided grain, For strip-mined mountain's majesty above the asphalt plain. America, America, man sheds his waste on thee, And hides the pines with billboard signs, from sea to oily sea.