Love is the part, and love is the whole; Love is the robe, and love is the pall; Ruler of heart and brain and soul, Love is the lord and the slave of all! I thank thee, Love, that thou lov'st me;...
Loosener of springs, he died by thee! Softness, not hardness, sent him home; He loved thee--and thou mad'st him free Of all the place thou comest from!
Merry, merry we well may be, For Jesus Christ is come down to see: Long before, at the top of the stair, He set our angels a waiting there, Waiting hither and thither to fly,...
If Thou hadst been a sculptor, what a race Of forms divine had ever preached to men! Lo, I behold thy brow, all glorious then, (Its reflex dawning on the statue's face)...
"There, Buonarotti, stands thy statue. Take Possession of the form; inherit it; Go forth upon the earth in likeness fit; As with a trumpet-cry at morning, wake...
Some men I have beheld with wonderment, Noble in form and feature, God's design, In whom the thought must search, as in a mine, For that live soul of theirs, by which they went...
If Thou hadst been a painter, what fresh looks, What shining of pent glories, what new grace Had burst upon us from the great Earth's face! How had we read, as in new-languaged books,...
So if Thou hadst been scorned in human eyes, Too bright and near to be a glory then; If as Truth's artist, Thou hadst been to men A setter forth of strange divinities;...
They say that lonely sorrows do not chance. I think it true, and that the cause I know: A sorrow glideth in a funeral show Easier than if it broke into a dance....
I, strengthened, left him. Next in a close place, Mid houses crowded, dingy, barred, and high, Where men live not except to sell and buy, To me, leaving a doorway, came a grace....
And there I found him whom I went to find, A man of noble make and head uplift, Of equal carriage, Nature's bounteous gift; For in no shelter had his generous mind...
I say! hey! cousin there! I mustn't call you brother! Yet you have a tail behind, and I have another! You pull, and I pull, though we don't pull together:...
Within my heart a worm had long been hid. I knew it not when I went down and chid Because some servants of my inner house Had not, I found, of late been doing well, But then I spied the horror hideous...
A new song here shall be begun-- The Lord God help our singing!-- Of what our God himself hath done, Praise, honour to him bringing: At Brussels in the Netherlands, By two young boys, He gracious...
Dear Christians, let us now rejoice, And dance in joyous measure; That, of good cheer, and with one voice, We sing in love and pleasure Of what to us our God hath shown,...