Wilful we are in our infirmity Of childish questioning and discontent. Whate'er befalls us is divinely meant - Thou Truth the clearer for thy mystery! Make us to meet what is or is to be...
A serpent, neighbour to a smith, (A neighbour bad to meddle with,) Went through his shop, in search of food, But nothing found, 'tis understood, To eat, except a file of steel,...
An apple caused man's fall, as some believe; But that old Snake, malevolently wise, A deadlier snare set when he left to Eve His tongue of honey and mesmeric eyes.
BOCCACE alone is not my only source; T'another shop I now shall have recourse; Though, certainly, this famed Italian wit Has many stories for my purpose fit. But since of diff'rent dishes we should taste;...
Three things make earth unquiet And four she cannot brook The godly Agur counted them And put them in a book, Those Four Tremendous Curses With which mankind is cursed;...
As, in the lonely night, Above the silvered fields and streams Where zephyr gently blows, And myriad objects vague, Illusions, that deceive, Their distant shadows weave Amid the silent rills,...
Here, where my fresh-turned furrows run, And the deep soil glistens red, I will repair the wrong that was done To the living and the dead. Here, where the senseless bullet fell,...
Parliament's a stage, And all the Politicians merely players! They have their exits and entrances, And Wise doth in his time play many parts, His acts being seven changes.
Some of the Wonders Told at the Great in the East of the World by the Voice of Philip the Apostle, that Was Like the Laughter of an Army, and With that No Louder than the Talk of Friend in the Ear of Friend;
City of swarming, city full of dreams Where ghosts in daylight tug the stroller's sleeve! Mysteries everywhere run like the sap That fills this great colossus' conduits. ...
O swarming city, city full of dreams, Where in a full day the spectre walks and speaks; Mighty colossus, in your narrow veins My story flows as flows the rising sap. ...
i(The First.) My great-grandfather spoke to Edmund Burke In Grattan's house. i(The Second.) My great-grandfather shared A pot-house bench with Oliver Goldsmith once....
Seven Daughter had Lord Archibald, All children of one mother: You could not say in one short day What love they bore each other. A garland, of seven lilies, wrought!...
The dark was thick. A boy he seemed at that time Who trotted by me with uncertain air; "I'll tell my tale," he murmured, "for I fancy A friend goes there? . . . " ...
Near Wilton sweet, huge heaps of stones are found, But so confused, that neither any eye Can count them just, nor Reason reason try, What force brought them to so unlikely ground. ...
"And now, blow out your candle, lad, and get to bed. See, the dawn is in the sky. Open your window and let its freshness rouge your cheek. You've earned your rest. Sleep." ...