| I Society and Solitude |
| II Civilization |
| III Art |
| IV Eloquence |
| Â V Domestic Life |
| Â VI Farming |
| Â VII Works and Days |
| Â VIII Books |
| Â IX Clubs |
| Â X Courage |
| Â XI Success |
| Â XII Old Age |
For whom the Muses smile upon, And touch with soft persuasion, His words, like a storm-wind, can bring Terror and beauty on their wing; In his every syllable Lurketh nature veritable; And though he speak in midnight dark, – In heaven no star, on earth no spark, – Yet before the listener's eye Swims the…
So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can. PERIL around, all else appalling, Cannon in front and leaden rain, Him duty, through the clarion calling To the van, called not in vain. COURAGE I OBSERVE that there are three…
O DAY of days when we can read! The reader and the book, – either without the other is naught. THAT book is good Which puts me in a working mood. Unless to Thought be added Will Apollo is an imbecile. BOOKS IT is easy to accuse books, and bad ones are easily found ;…
SEYD melted the days like cups of pearl, Served high and low, the lord and churl, Loved harebells nodding on a rock, A cabin hung with curling smoke, Ring of axe or hum of wheel Or gleam which use can paint on steel, And huts and tents; nor loved he less Stately lords in palaces,…
ONCE more,' the old man cried, ye clouds, Airy turrets purple-piled, Which once my infancy beguiled, Beguile me with the wonted spell. I know ye skilful to convoy The total freight of hope and joy Into rude and homely nooks, Shed mocking lustres on shelf of books, On farmer's byre, on pasture rude, And stony…
DAUGHTERS of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems and fagots in their hands. To each they offer gifts after his will, Bread, kingdoms, stars and sky that holds them all. I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp, Forgot my morning wishes,…