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Interrogavi Terramn Zzz (search for this): chapter 1
moonbeams, Beautiful and frail! O'er the rough chart of Existence, Rocks of sin and wastes of woe, Soft airs breathe, and green leaves tremble, And cool fountains flow. And to thee an answer cometh From the earth and from the sky, And to thee the hills and waters And the stars reply. But a soul-sufficing answer Hath no outward origin; More than Nature's many voices May be heard within. Even as the great Augustine Questioned earth and sea and sky, August. Soliloq. cap. XXXI. ‘Interrogavi Terramn Zzz’ etc. And the dusty tomes of learning And old poesy. But his earnest spirit needed More than outward Nature taught; More than blest the poet's vision Or the sage's thought. Only in the gathered silence Of a calm and waiting frame, Light and wisdom as from Heaven To the seeker came. Not to ease and aimless quiet Doth that inward answer tend, But to works of love and duty As our being's end; Not to idle dreams and trances, Length of face, and solemn tone, But to Faith, in daily
Interrogavi Terramn Zzz (search for this): chapter 6
above No Moloch sits, no false, vindictive Jove— Thou art our Father, and Thy name is Love! This is an alternative reading which has been cancelled:— “No lawless Terror dwells in light above, Cruel as Moloch, deaf and false as Jove— Thou art our Father, and Thy name is Love!” III. notes to the Poems in this Volume. Note 1, page 15. O vine of Sibmah! I will weep for thee with the weeping of Jazer! Jeremiah XLVIII. 32. Note 2, page 19. August. Soliloq. cap. XXXI. Interrogavi Terramn Zzz etc. Note 3, page 79. Dr. Withington, author of The Puritan, under the name of Jonathan Oldbug. Note 4, page 79. Thomas ä Kempis in De Imitatione Christi. Note 5, page 236. Goody Cole was brought before the Quarter Sessions in 1680 to answer to the charge of being a witch. The court could not find satisfactory evidence of witchcraft, but so strong was the feeling against her that Major Waldron, the presiding magistrate, ordered her to be imprisoned, with a lock kept on
Zoroaster (search for this): chapter 1
for the subtle essence, And the hidden springs. Deeper than the gilded surface Hath thy wakeful vision seen, Farther than the narrow present Have thy journeyings been. Thou hast midst Life's empty noises Heard the solemn steps of Time, And the low mysterious voices Of another clime. All the mystery of Being Hath upon thy spirit pressed,— Thoughts which, like the Deluge wanderer, Find no place of rest: That which mystic Plato pondered, That which Zeno heard with awe, And the star-rapt Zoroaster In his night-watch saw. From the doubt and darkness springing Of the dim, uncertain Past, Moving to the dark still shadows O'er the Future cast, Early hath Life's mighty question Thrilled within thy heart of youth, With a deep and strong beseeching: What and where is Truth? Hollow creed and ceremonial, Whence the ancient life hath fled, Idle faith unknown to action, Dull and cold and dead. Oracles, whose wire-worked meanings Only wake a quiet scorn,— Not from these thy seeking spirit H
Zeno (search for this): chapter 1
rough the forms of outward things, Seeking for the subtle essence, And the hidden springs. Deeper than the gilded surface Hath thy wakeful vision seen, Farther than the narrow present Have thy journeyings been. Thou hast midst Life's empty noises Heard the solemn steps of Time, And the low mysterious voices Of another clime. All the mystery of Being Hath upon thy spirit pressed,— Thoughts which, like the Deluge wanderer, Find no place of rest: That which mystic Plato pondered, That which Zeno heard with awe, And the star-rapt Zoroaster In his night-watch saw. From the doubt and darkness springing Of the dim, uncertain Past, Moving to the dark still shadows O'er the Future cast, Early hath Life's mighty question Thrilled within thy heart of youth, With a deep and strong beseeching: What and where is Truth? Hollow creed and ceremonial, Whence the ancient life hath fled, Idle faith unknown to action, Dull and cold and dead. Oracles, whose wire-worked meanings Only wake a quiet sc
York (search for this): chapter 6
enveloped in grease; And arming for battle while canting of peace; On our east, crafty Meshech has gathered his band To hang up our leaders and eat up our land. Ho—all to the rescue! For Satan shall work No gain for his legions of Hampshire and York! They claim our possessions—the pitiful knaves— The tribute we pay shall be prisons and graves! Let Clinton and Ten Broek, with bribes in their hands, Still seek to divide and parcel our lands; We've coats for our traitors, whoever they are; The rows, And the reaping of wheat for the reaping of foes. From far Michiscom's wild valley, to where Poosoonsuck steals down from his wood-circled lair, From Shocticook River to Lutterlock town— Ho—all to the rescue! Vermonters, come down! Come York or come Hampshire, come traitors or knaves If ye rule o'er our land, ye shall rule o'er our graves; Our vow is recorded—our banner unfurled, In the name of Vermont we defy all the world! To A Poetical Trio in the City of Gotham. [Thi
Wordsworth (search for this): chapter 1
r foreheads to diviner air, Fit emblem of enduring fame, One lofty summit keeps thy name. For thee the cosmic forces did The rearing of that pyramid, The prescient ages shaping with Fire, flood, and frost thy monolith. Sunrise and sunset lay thereon With hands of light their benison, The stars of midnight pause to set Their jewels in its coronet. And evermore that mountain mass Seems climbing from the shadowy pass To light, as if to manifest Thy nobler self, thy life at best! 1880. Wordsworth. Written on a blank leaf of his Memoirs. dear friends, who read the world aright, And in its common forms discern A beauty and a harmony The many never learn! Kindred in soul of him who found In simple flower and leaf and stone The impulse of the sweetest lays Our Saxon tongue has known,— Accept this record of a life As sweet and pure, as calm and good, As a long day of blandest June In green field and in wood. How welcome to our ears, long pained By strife of sect and party noise, T
Wordsworth (search for this): chapter 3
o readier lips than his the good he saw confessed. His boyhood fancies not outgrown, He loved himself the singer's art; Tenderly, gently, by his own He knew and judged an author's heart. No Rhadamanthine brow of doom Bowed the dazed pedant from his room; And bards, whose name is legion, if denied, Bore off alike intact their verses and their pride. Pleasant it was to roam about The lettered world as he had done, And see the lords of song without Their singing robes and garlands on. With Wordsworth paddle Rydal mere, Taste rugged Elliott's home-brewed beer, And with the ears of Rogers, at fourscore, Hear Garrick's buskined tread and Walpole's wit once more. And one there was, a dreamer born, Who, with a mission to fulfil, Had left the Muses' haunts to turn The crank of an opinion-mill, Making his rustic reed of song A weapon in the war with wrong, Yoking his fancy to the breaking-plough That beam-deep turned the soil for truth to spring and grow. Too quiet seemed the man to ride Th
Wordsworth (search for this): chapter 6
. On Receiving an Eagle's Quill from Lake Superior. Kathleen. Our State. To Fredrika Bremer. The Men of Old. The Christian Tourists. The Lakeside. Autumn Thoughts. The Legend of St. Mark. 1850The Well of Loch Maree. Ichabod. In the Evil Day. Elliott. The Hill-Top. To Avis Keene. A Sabbath Scene. Derne. Lines on the Portrait of a Celebrated Publisher. All's Well. 1851Remembrance. The Chapel of the Hermits. The Prisoners of Naples. To my Old Schoolmaster. Invocation. Wordsworth. In Peace. Kossuth. To ——. Lines written after a Summer Day's Excursion. What State Street said. 1852Pictures. The Cross. First-Day Thoughts. Questions of Life. April. The Disenthralled. The Peace of Europe. Eva. Astrea. 1853Tauler. Summer by the Lakeside. Trust. My Namesake. The Dream of Pio Nono. The Hero. Rantoul. Official Piety. 1854The Voices. Burns. William Forster. Charles Sumner. The Rendition. The Haschish. The Fruit Gift. Maud Muller. The Hermit o
Wordsworth (search for this): chapter 8
n, The, IV. 286. Voyage of the Jettie, II. 170. Waiting, The, II. 132. Watchers, The, III. 223. Wedding Veil, The, IV. 331. Welcome to Lowell, A, IV. 152. Well of Loch Maree, The, i. 124. What of the Day, III. 191. What State Street said to South Carolina, IV. 399. What the Birds said, III. 248. What the Traveller said at Sunset, II. 334. What the Voice said, II. 213. Wheeler, Daniel, IV. 48. Wife of Manoah to her Husband, The, II. 217. Wilson, IV. 149. Wind of March, The, IV. 31L Winter Roses, IV. 219. Wishing Bridge, The, II 398. Wish of To-Day, The, III. 233. Witch of Wenham, The, i. 360. Within the Gate, IV. 143. Woman, A, II. 294. Wood Giant, The, II. 91. Word, The, II. 326. Word for the Hour, A, III 218. Wordsworth, IV. 66. World's Convention, The, III. 72. Worship, II. 227. Worship of Nature, The, IV. 282. Wreck of Rivermouth, The, IV. 235. Yankee Girl, The, III. 30. Yorktown, III. 128.
John Woolman (search for this): chapter 1
In thy place to stand. Unto Truth and Freedom giving All thy early powers, Be thy virtues with the living, And thy spirit ours! 1837. To——-- With a Copy of Woolman's Journal. Get the writings of John Woolman by heart. —Essays of Elia. maiden! with the fair brown tresses Shading o'er thy dreamy eye, Floating on thy thoJohn Woolman by heart. —Essays of Elia. maiden! with the fair brown tresses Shading o'er thy dreamy eye, Floating on thy thoughtful forehead Cloud wreaths of its sky. Youthful years and maiden beauty, Joy with them should still abide,— Instinct take the place of Duty, Love, not Reason, guide. Ever in the New rejoicing, Kindly beckoning back the Old, Turning, with the gift of Midas, All things into gold. And the passing shades of sadness Wearing eventhout, with tireless vigor, Steady heart, and weapon strong, In the power of truth assailing Every form of wrong. Guided thus, how passing lovely Is the track of Woolman's feet! And his brief and simple record How serenely sweet! O'er life's humblest duties throwing Light the earthling never knew, Freshening all its dark waste
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