Lord how many are my foes How many those That in arms against me rise Many are they That of my life distrustfully thus say, No help for him in God there lies. But thou Lord art my shield my glory,...
When in brave days of old, Theology Flourished with utmost sap and energy, A celebrated doctor, it is said, When he had force-fed some indifferent heads; Had stirred them in their blackest lethargy...
Two years ago I was thinking On the changes that years bring forth; Now I stand where I then stood drinking The gust and the salt sea froth; And the shuddering wave strikes, linking...
Who built Thebes of the seven gates? In the books you will find the names of kings. Did the kings haul up the lumps of rock? And Babylon, many times demolished Who raised it up so many times? In what houses...
If gently falls the small, soft, lazy rain, To indoor industries he shrewdly steals; And in the barn from some neglected grain The choking chaff the clattering fanner reels;...
Dishonored by the higher, but loved by all the low, - Say, is it not the pathway that the new has to go? By those who ought to guard it betrayed, oh yes, betrayed, -...
The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung And cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest Before it stained a single human breast. The stricken flower bent double and so hung....
You know "The Teacups," that congenial set Which round the Teapot you have often met; The grave DICTATOR, him you knew of old, - Knew as the shepherd of another fold...
Reason and Folly and Beauty, they say, Went on a party of pleasure one day: Folly played Around the maid, The bells of his cap rung merrily out; While Reason took To his sermon-book--...
So, the bank has bust it's boiler! And in six or seven year It will pay me all my money back, of course! But the horse will perish waiting while the grass is germinating,...
A magnificent Red Devil splayed out in his tracks; this tumultuous soul, baron of the backwoods with his provenance unknown ... this compromise to individuality abandons him to chorome death...
When April comes, and pelts with buds And apple-blooms each orchard space, And takes the dog-wood-whitened woods With rain and sunshine of her moods, Like your fair face, like your fair face:...
Many, many thanks my friend, For those sweet verses thou didst send, So good they were and witty; And now I will confess to thee, Mixed up with bad, much good I see Within the crowded city. ...