Emotions and Feelings

He’s gone; and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?

Boast not of what thou would’st have done, but do What then thou would’st.

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!

Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy, And moon-struck madness.

Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy, And moon-struck madness.

A dismal universal hiss, the sound Of public scorn.

For solitude sometimes is best society, And short retirement urges sweet return.

For solitude sometimes is best society, And short retirement urges sweet return.

The sum of earthly bliss.

Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be woo’d, and not unsought be won.

And feel that I am happier than I know.

And feel that I am happier than I know.

More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang’d To hoarse or mute, though fall’n on evil days, On evil days though fall’n, and evil tongues; In darkness, and with dangers compass’d round, And solitude.

More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang’d To hoarse or mute, though fall’n on evil days, On evil days though fall’n, and evil tongues; In darkness, and with dangers compass’d round, And solitude.

More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang’d To hoarse or mute, though fall’n on evil days, On evil days though fall’n, and evil tongues; In darkness, and with dangers compass’d round, And solitude.

Servant of God, well done, well hast thou fought The better fight, who single hast maintained Against revolted multitudes the cause Of truth, in word mightier than they in arms.

Among the faithless, faithful only he.

What if earth Be but the shadow of heaven, and things therein Each to other like, more than on earth is thought?

So saying, with dispatchful looks in haste She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.

My latest found, Heaven’s last, best gift, my ever new delight!

My latest found, Heaven’s last, best gift, my ever new delight!

Two of far nobler shape erect and tall, Godlike erect, with native honor clad In naked majesty seem’d lords of all.

A heaven on earth.

So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost; Evil, be thou my good.