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Sonnet to Solitude
...Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind, those words are images of thoughts refined is my souls a pleaure and sure it must be almost the highest bliss of human-kind when to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee
NAture
A subtle chain of coutnless rings the next unto the farthest brings the eye reads omens where it goes and speaks all languages the rose and striving to be man the worm mounts through the spires of form. Our age is retrospective the foregoing gnereatinoos beheld God and natureface to face; we through their eyes. Why should not we also ehvae a poetry and philospphy of insight and not of tradition and religion by revelation to ys and not hitory of theirs?
The Lady
Come to me, sweetest friend, at the usual hour, do not fail to come, for the gossip mongers want to attack our love, which makes me tremble with fear. Beware of them, be wise, for they are determined to hurt us, I am sure of it. We have to be very careful. I have heard all about their ways. They will harm us, may hell fire burn them! And don't make the mistake of coming too late or too early, for I will not fall asleep. God help me, I desire you with the loyal heart of a lover. And if you feel the same desire put on a brown habit and cloak to disguise yourself, I beg you, so that you will decieve the guard they have put around me, this is not a joke. They will harm us, may hell fire burn them! I am so impatient, sweet friend that I am crying. May I be with you in an hour and a half, I know and ask for no other good, without you I feel dazed. Watch out for what 'they' do before youl eave, for my reputation will suffer if they see
Gulliver's Travels
Dr. Gulliver takes 4 different trips: Lilliput, Brobdingnag, Laputa, Glubdubdrip, Luggnagg, and Japan. Parody of travel writing. Commentary on politics, colonialism, human folibles, bawdy and scatological humor.
Sonnet 333
Go, grieving rimes of mine, to that hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak from heaven's sphere. Her mortal part with grass is overgrown. Tell her, Im sick of living; that Im blown By the winds of grief from the course I ought to steer, the praise of her is all my purpose here, And all my business, that of her alone. Do I go telling, that how she lived and died and Lives again in immortality, all men may know and love my Laura's grace. Oh may she deign to stand at my bedside when I come to die; may she call to me and Draw me to her in the blessed place.
Sonnet 134
I find no peace, yet I am not at war; I fear and hope, I burn and freeze; I rise to heaven, and fall to earth's floor Grasping at nothing, the world I seize. My jailer opens not, nor locks the door, Nor binds me to herself, unbinds nor frees; Love does not kill. nor bids me to endure, Love takes my life, but will not grant me ease. I have no eyes yet see, no tongue yet scream; I long to perish and see, release; I hate myself and love another. I feed on grief, and in my laughter weep; Both death and life displease me; lady because of you I suffer
To my Dear and Loving Husband
If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee; If ever wife was happy in a man , Compare with me, ye woman, if you can. I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold, of all the riches that the east doth hold. My love is such that rivers cannot quench, Nor aught but love from thee, give recompense. Thy love is such I can no way repay, The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray. Then while we live, in love, lets so persevere That when we live no more we may live ever.
Emerson
In May, when se winds pierced our soltitudes I found the fresh Rohdora in the woods, Speading its leafless blooms in a dam nook to pleasse the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals fallen in the pool, made the black water with their gray beauty gay; here might the red bird come his plumes cool and court the flower cheapens his array. Rohdora! if the sages ask you whty this chrm is wasted on earth nd sky tell them dear tht id eyes were made for seeing
Chester
Let tyrants shake their iron rods, and slavery clank her galling chais. Well fear them not we trust in god New Englands Goda forever regin
Praise of Folly
Now what else is the whole life of mortals but a sort of comedy, in whihc the various actors disguised by various costumes and masks, walk on and play each one his part, until the manager waves them off stage? Moreover, this part manager frequently bids the same actor go back in a different costume, so that he who has but lately played the king in scarlet now acts the flunkey in patched clothes. Thus all things are presented by shadows; yet this play is put on in no other way. [The disciplines] that approach nearest to common sense, that is, to folly, are held in the highest esteem... As those arts are more successful which have the greatest affinity with folly, so those people are by far the happiest who enjoy the privelage of avoiding all the contact with the learned disciplines.
The Happy Traveler
O happy souls how fast you go and leave me here behind, Dont stop for me for now See, the Lord is Just and kind. Go on, go on, my soul says go, and Ill come after you, Tho' im behind yet I can find, Ill sing hosanna too. Lord give youtrength, that you may run, and keep your footsteps right, tho' fast you go, and I so slow. You are not out of sight When you get to the worlds above, and all his glory see, when you get home, your journey's done, then look you out for me.
Epistle to the God of Love
Some say that women are deceitful. Wily, false, of little worth; others that too many are liars, fickle, flighty, and inconstant; still others accuse them of great vices, Blaming them much, excusing them nothing. Thus do clerics, night and day, First in French verse, then in Latin, Based on who know what books That tell more lies than drunkards do.
Essay On Man
The plan of Creation is unknowable to humans. Evil is part of Creation.
The Author to Her Book
Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain , who after birth dids't by my side remain, till snatcht from thence by friends, less wise than true Who thee abroad, exposed to publick view; Made thee in rags, halting to th' press to trudge, where errors were not lessened (all may judge) At thy return my blushing was not small, My rambling brat (in print) should mother call, I cast thee by as one unfit for light, the visage was so irksome in my sight; yet being mine own at length affection would thy blemishes amend, if so I could I washed thy face, but more defects I saw, and rubbing off a spot
On Being Brought from Africa to America
Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan Land, Taught my benighted soul to understand that theres a God that thers a savior too; Once I redemption neither sought nor knew. Some view our sable race with scornful eye, "their colour is a diabloic die" Remember, Christians, Negreos, as black as Cain, May be refin'd and join th' angelic train.
