THE WORLD'S BEST POETRY

The well, enwrapped in a deep watery shroud, Sunk to its tomb. As one who by the beach roams far and wide, Remnant of wreck to s ...

Let hope survive,—a well that springeth up Forevermore! Above my head the waves may come and go, Long brood the deluge dire, But ...

That courage is better than fear, That faith is truer than doubt; And fierce though the fiends may fight, And long though the an ...

I'd say we suffer and we strive Not less nor more as men than boys,— With grizzled beards at forty-five, As erst at twelve in co ...

Come wealth or want, come good or ill, Let young and old accept their part, And bow before the awful will, And bear it with an h ...

Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress t ...

For 't is the Father spreads the pure repast, Who, while we eat, renews the ready store, Which at his bounteous board must ever ...

THE TEMPTATION. The Sun was sunk, and after him the star Of Hesperus, whose office is to bring Twilight upon the Earth, short ar ...

Beyond his hope, Eve separate he spies, Veiled in a cloud of fragrance, where she stood, Half spied, so thick the roses blushing ...

Displeased that I approach thee thus, and gaze Insatiate; I thus single; nor have feared Thy awful brow, more awful thus retired ...

Your fear itself of death removes the fear. Why then was this forbid? Why, but to awe; Why, but to keep ye low and ignorant, His ...

"Great are thy virtues, doubtless, best of fruits, Though kept from man, and worthy to be admired, Whose taste, too long forborn ...

Greedily she ingorged without restraint, And knew not eating death. BOOK XI. INTERCESSION AND REDEMPTION. Thus they, in lowliest ...

Numbered though sad; till death his doom (which I To mitigate thus plead, not to reverse,) To better life shall yield him: where ...

And wild? how shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits? EVE TO ADAM. With sorrow and heart's distr ...

A PSALM OF LIFE. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things ar ...

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. * THE GIFTS OF GOD. When God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by, Let us ...

* ODE TO DUTY. Stern daughter of the voice of God! O Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check t ...

My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same. Stern lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhe ...

THE THREE ENEMIES. THE FLESH. "Sweet, thou art pale." "More pale to see, Christ hung upon the cruel tree And bore his Father's w ...