This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1871 Excerpt: ...with things that have pulses and souls? Do ye dare, from your source in the dust and the clods, To covet the robes and the thrones of the gods? Ye may look at the waves that go out on the sea, And learn from the past what your future will be; For the ocean is broad, and the wave in its track, Must follow, and follow, ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1871 Excerpt: ...with things that have pulses and souls? Do ye dare, from your source in the dust and the clods, To covet the robes and the thrones of the gods? Ye may look at the waves that go out on the sea, And learn from the past what your future will be; For the ocean is broad, and the wave in its track, Must follow, and follow, and never come back. Ye are like to the waves that are gathered and tost, And driven to sea, to be scattered and lost--In the morn, ere the scent of the roses is o'er, Ye may sleep in the cove and the calm of the shore; Ye may toy in the isles at the mellower noon, With your feathery spray and its murmurous tune; But evening must come from the shadow at last, With a garment of gloom and a gathering blast. I DOUBLE LIFE. Over pools of purest water, Lying silent, there will come, Soon, or late, the green enamel Of a quickened herbage-scum; Taking color from the vesture That the margin grasses wear, Till it hides the lambent sparkle Of the liquid crystal there. So the poet-nature shadows All its glory with a cloud, That the soul-light may not dazzle In the ordinary crowd; So they hide their real beings, So they live and act a part, Making nature but an adjunct To the perfectness of art. Oh, I hate this outward seeming, This unreal, double-life, DOUBLE LIFE. 85 Where the face is full of quiet While the heart is full of strife; For our latent inner-currents-( Would to other currents run, Though the waters of the spirit ( May be hidden from the sun. We may live upon the surface, We may wear the mantle green, And among tho outer beings, Be as outer beings seen; But the spheres of souls magnetic Are beyond the common thrall, And the true life of the poet Pulseth under, after all. THE LITTLE BOY GUIDING THE PLOW. When a bugle-note rang in the quivering ...
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