THE WORLD'S BEST POETRY

Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose w ...

So, take and use Thy work! Amend what flaws may lurk, What strain o' the stuff, what warpings past the aim! My times be in Thy h ...

* THE PROBLEM. I like a church; I like a cowl; I love a prophet of the soul; And on my heart monastic aisles Fall like sweet ...

And Nature gladly gave them place, Adopted them into her race, And granted them an equal date With Andes and with Ararat. These ...

The baby bowed, without demur— Of the kingdom of the Blest Possessor, not inheritor. SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. * WHAT WAS HIS ...

As well as pray. "What was his creed?" I cannot say. In words he did not put his trust; His faith in words he never writ; He lov ...

And the trees grow so close, scarce a glimpse of the sky Is seen in the hollow, so dark and so damp, Where the glow-worm at noon ...

A gentle creature, in whose face Were mingled tenderness and grace. "You wish to join our fold," they said: "Do you believe in a ...

I hold all else, named piety, A selfish scheme, a vain pretence; Where centre is not—can there be Circumference? This I moreover ...

In the dark church she knelt alone; Her tears were falling fast; "Help, Lord," she cried, "the shades of death Upon my soul are ...

"I loved thee ere the skies were spread; My soul bears all thy pains; To gain thy love my sacred heart In earthly shrines remain ...

In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn Of miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublim ...

* O YET WE TRUST THAT SOMEHOW GOOD. FROM "IN MEMORIAM," LIII. O yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill ...

But I yet see on the horizon's verge Some fair, faint streaks, as if the light would surge." Look forth again, O watcher on the ...

Inspire his music? Is his chant sublime, Filled with the glories of the future time? "He prophesies,—his heart is full; his lay ...

Me while I sleep. Low is my porch, as is my fate; Both void of state; And yet the threshold of my doore Is worn by the poore, Wh ...

As wholly thine; But the acceptance, that must be, MY CHRIST, by thee. ROBERT HERRICK. * PEACE. Sweet Peace, where dost thou ...

"It prospered strangely, and did soon disperse Through all the earth. For they that taste it do rehearse, That virtue lies there ...

And all distress? The cross is not removed, I must go forth to bear it as before, But, leaning on thine arm, I dread its weight ...

Feeding and bearing all; That broods the mists, that sends the clouds abroad, That takes, again to give;— Even the great and lov ...