Power that is not of God, however great, Is but the downward rushing and the glare Of a swift meteor that hath lost its share In the one impulse which doth animate The parent mass: emblem to me of fate!...
Nobody knows the world but me. The rest go to bed; I sit up and see. I'm a better observer than any of you all, For I never look out till the twilight fall, And never then without green glasses,...
Above my head the great pine-branches tower; Backwards and forwards each to the other bends, Beckoning the tempest-cloud which hither wends Like a slow-laboured thought, heavy with power:...
Mourner, that dost deserve thy mournfulness, Call thyself punished, call the earth thy hell; Say, "God is angry, and I earned it well-- I would not have him smile on wickedness:" ...
O Peter, wherefore didst thou doubt? Indeed the spray flew fast about, But he was there whose walking foot Could make the wandering hills take root; And he had said, "Come down to me,"...
I cannot praise thee. By his instrument The master sits, and moves nor foot nor hand; For see the organ-pipes this, that way bent, Leaning, o'erthrown, like wheat-stalks tempest-fanned! ...
I shall be satisfied With the seeing of thy face. When I awake, wide-eyed, I shall be satisfied With what this life did hide, The one supernal grace! I shall be satisfied...
I pray you, all ye men who put your trust In moulds and systems and well-tackled gear, Holding that Nature lives from year to year In one continual round because she must--...
Lord, I'm an auld man, An' I'm deein! An' do what I can I canna help bein Some feart at the thoucht! I'm no what I oucht! An' thou art sae gran', Me but an auld man! ...
Speak, Prophet of the Lord! We may not start To find thee with us in thine ancient dress, Haggard and pale from some bleak wilderness, Empty of all save God and thy loud heart,...
I know not what among the grass thou art, Thy nature, nor thy substance, fairest flower, Nor what to other eyes thou hast of power To send thine image through them to the heart;...
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...
Praised be thou, O Jesus Christ, That a man on earth thou liest! Born of a maiden--it is true-- In this exults the heavenly crew. Kyrioleis.[1] [Footnote 1: (Greek) kurie elxaeson: Lord, have mercy.]...