Emotions and Feelings

Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel.

Where, where was Roderick then! One blast upon his bugle horn Were worth a thousand men!

And, Saxon—I am Roderick Dhu!

Come one, come all! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.

Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and forever!

The will to do, the soul to dare.

To all, to each, a fair goodnight, And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light!

O Woman! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!

To beard the lion in his den, The Douglas in his hall?

Oh, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive!

For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.

With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.

With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.

So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the West, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best.

But search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like again?

But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.

Surprised by joy—impatient as the wind.

Surprised by joy—impatient as the wind.

Had ripened into faith, and faith become A passionate intuition.

Where lies the land to which yon ship must go? Fresh as a lark mounting at break of day, Festively she puts forth in trim array.

Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.

Who, doomed to go in company with pain, And fear, and bloodshed, miserable train! Turns his necessity to glorious gain.

Who, doomed to go in company with pain, And fear, and bloodshed, miserable train! Turns his necessity to glorious gain.