Occupation: Poet Birth: May 7, 1812 Death: December 12, 1889
Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it ‘Italy.'.
I have lived, And seen God's hand thro a life time, And all was for the best..
Was there nought better than to enjoy? No feat which, done, would make time break, And let us pent-up creatures through Into eternity, our due? No fo….
One and all We lend an ear-nay, Science takes thereto- Encourages the meanest who has racked Nature until he gains from her some fact, To state w….
No, when the fight begins within himself, / A man's worth something..
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there..
My sun sets to rise again..
The body sprang At once to the height, and stayed; but the soul,-no!.
Of power does Man possess no particle: Of knowledge-just so much as show that still It ends in ignorance on every side..
How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark Autumn evenings come, And where, my soul, is thy pleasant hue? With the music of all thy voices,….
I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time..
O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire..
Then welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, a….
Have you found your life distasteful? My life did, and does, smack sweet. Was your youth of pleasure wasteful? Mine I saved and hold complete. Do….
The peerless cup afloat Of the lake-lily is an urn some nymph Swims bearing high above her head..
The best way to excape his ire Is, not to seem too happy..
All service ranks the same with God,- With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first..
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven..
One wise man's verdict outweighs all the fools'..
I write from a thorough conviction that it is the duty of me, and with the belief that, after every drawback and shortcoming, I do my best, all thing….
And let them pass, as they will too soon, With the bean-flowers' boon, And the blackbird's tune, And May, and June!.