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Etienne de la Boéce

Etienne de la Boéce

I serve you not, if you I follow,

Shadow-like, o'er hill and hollow,

And bend my fancy to your leading,

All too nimble for my treading.

When the pilgrimage is done,

And we've the landscape overrun,

I am bitter, vacant, thwarted,

And your heart is unsupported.

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Each And All

Each And All

Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown,

Of thee, from the hill-top looking down;

And the heifer, that lows in the upland farm,

Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm;

The sexton tolling the bell at noon,

Dreams not that great Napoleon

Stops his horse, and lists with delight,

Whilst his files sweep round yon Alpine height;

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The World-Soul

The World-Soul

Thanks to the morning light,

Thanks to the seething sea,

To the uplands of New Hampshire,

To the green-haired forest free;

Thanks to each man of courage,

To the maids of holy mind,

To the boy with his games undaunted,

Who never looks behind.

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Guy

Guy

Mortal mixed of middle clay,

Attempered to the night and day,

Interchangeable with things,

Needs no amulets nor rings.

Guy possessed the talisman

That all things from him began,

And as, of old, Polycrates

Chained the sunshine and the breeze,

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Astræ

Astræ

Himself it was who wrote

His rank, and quartered his own coat.

There is no king nor sovereign state

That can fix a hero's rate;

Each to all is venerable,

Cap-a-pie invulnerable,

Until he write, where all eyes rest,

Slave or master on his breast.

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Compensation

Compensation

Why should I keep holiday,

When other men have none?

Why but because when these are gay,

I sit and mourn alone.

And why when mirth unseals all tongues

Should mine alone be dumb?

Ah! late I spoke to silent throngs,

And now their hour is come.

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Loss And Gain

Loss And Gain

Virtue runs before the muse

And defies her skill,

She is rapt, and doth refuse

To wait a painter's will.

Star-adoring, occupied,

Virtue cannot bend her,

Just to please a poet's pride,

To parade her splendor.

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Eros

Eros

The sense of the world is short, -

Long and various the report, -

To love and be beloved;

Men and gods have not outlearned it;

And, how oft soe'er they've turned it,

'Tis not to be improved.

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Initial Love

Initial Love

Venus, when her son was lost,

Cried him up and down the coast,

In hamlets, palaces, and parks,

And told the truant by his marks,

Golden curls, and quiver, and bow;—

This befell long ago.

Time and tide are strangely changed,

Men and manners much deranged;

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Forebearance

Forebearance

Hast thou named all the birds without a gun;

Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk;

At rich men's tables eaten bread and pulse;

Unarmed, faced danger with a heart of trust;

And loved so well a high behavior

In man or maid, that thou from speech refrained,

Nobility more nobly to repay?—

O be my friend, and teach me to be thine!

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Berrying

Berrying

"May be true what I had heard,

Earth's a howling wilderness

Truculent with fraud and force,"

Said I, strolling through the pastures,

And along the riverside.

Caught among the blackberry vines,

Feeding on the Ethiops sweet,

Pleasant fancies overtook me:

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Alphonso Of Castile

Alphonso Of Castile

I Alphonso live and learn,

Seeing nature go astern.

Things deteriorate in kind,

Lemons run to leaves and rind,

Meagre crop of figs and limes,

Shorter days and harder times.

Flowering April cools and dies

In the insufficient skies;

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