THE WORLD'S BEST POETRY

The vassals of his will? Yet mourn I not thy parted sway, Thou dim, discrowned king of day; For all those trophied arts And triu ...

Thou saw'st the last of Adam's race, On earth's sepulchral clod, The darkening universe defy To quench his immortality, Or shake ...

To a long century's end its mystic clew, What should I do?' What could I do, O blessed Guide and Master, Other than this; Still ...

But no man built that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er; For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there. Th ...

Where lights like glories fall, And the sweet choir sings, and the organ rings Along the emblazoned hall. This was the bravest w ...

O God, whose thunder shakes the sky, Whose eye this atom globe surveys, To thee, my only rock, I fly, Thy mercy in thy justice p ...

[A very aged man in an almshouse was asked what he was doing now. He replied, "Only waiting."] Only waiting till the shadows Are ...

"Blessed are they who are homesick, for they shall come at last to their Father's house."—HEINRICH STILLING. Not as you meant, O ...

Or at my waking I would only weep, Let me remember these are things to be, To work his blessed will until he comes To take my ha ...

It kindles all my soul, My country's loveliness! Those starry choirs That watch around the pole, And the moon's tender light, an ...

Bid him forward, breast and back as either should be, "Strive and thrive!" cry "Speed,—fight on, fare ever There as here!" ROBER ...

Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away! What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drown ...

III. Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there ca ...

V. Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The soul that rises with us, our life's star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And ...

And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or st ...

The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not, indeed, For that which is most worthy to be blest,— D ...

bright Be now forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flow ...

It must be so—Plato, thou reasonest well!— Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire. This longing after immortality? Or ...

"Bow down, O king of Deira, Before the blessed Rood! Cast out thy heathen idols. And worship Christ our Lord." —But Edwin looked ...

And he shall be our guide:— For he makes life worth living Who brings this message plain, When our brief days are over, That we ...