Lord of
Lord of
better-now ifs
That which we are, we are, and if we are ever to be any better, now is the time to begin.
summer flower fall
Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of days The flower ripens in its place, Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.
knowledge men her-beauty
Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail Against her beauty? May she mix With men and prosper! Who shall fix Her pillars? Let her work prevail.
swans hymns joy
The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear The warble was low, and full and clear.
smell soul green
The smell of violets, hidden in the green, Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame The times when I remembered to have been Joyful and free from blame.
reason photograph cameron
I can't be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)
golden-years years golden
Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.
swans ruffles cold
Some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs.
quiet hills calmness
The noonday quiet holds the hill.
sad land court
Her court was pure, her life serene; God gave her peace; her land reposed; A thousand claims to reverence closed...
women men
Woman is the lesser man.
experience teach folly
And others' follies teach us not, Nor much their wisdom teaches, And most, of sterling worth, is what Our own experience preaches.
travel observation
Let observation with extended observation observe extensively.
league valleys half
Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.