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Glee—the Great Storm Is Over
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation! Toll, for the bonnie souls,— Neighbor and friend and bridegroom, Spinning upon the shoals! How they will tell the shipwreck When winter shakes the door, Till the children ask, “But the…
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A Pause for Thought
A Pause for Thought I looked for that which is not, nor can be, And hope deferred made my heart sick in truth: But years must pass before a hope of youth Is resigned utterly. I watched and waited with a steadfast will: And though the object seemed to flee away That I so longed…
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Untitled Autumn Poem
I built my hut in a zone of human habitation,Yet near me there sounds no noise of horse or coach.Would you know how that is possible?A heart that is distant creates a wilderness round it.I pluck chrysanthemums under the eastern hedge,Then gaze long at the distant summer hills.The mountain air is fresh at the dusk…
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Before Sleep
Before Sleep The toil of the day is ebbing,The quiet comes again,In slumber deep relaxingThe limbs of tired men. And minds with anguish shaken,And spirits racked with grief,The cup of all forgettingHave drunk and found relief. The still Lethean watersNow steal through every vein,And men no more rememberThe meaning of their pain. Let, the weary…
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To the Harbormaster
To the Harbormaster I wanted to be sure to reach you; though my ship was on the way it got caught in some moorings. I am always tying up and then deciding to depart. In storms and at sunset, with the metallic coils of the tide around my fathomless arms, I am unable to understand…
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Lines Written on Visiting a Scene in Argyleshire
Lines Written on Visiting a Scene in Argyleshire At the silence of twilight’s contemplative hour, I have mused in a sorrowful mood, On the wind-shaken weeds that embosom the bower, Where the home of my forefathers stood. All ruined and wild is their roofless abode, And lonely the dark raven’s sheltering tree: And travelled by…
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The Weltbild of Justin Martyr, pt. 3
Alongside what we’ve already discussed, I wanted to hit a few fragmentary points from Justin before delving into his conversion story. In both the apologies and the Dialogue with Trypho, the argument from prophecy is the primary means by which Justin demonstrates the truth of Christianity. With Trypho, a Jew and thus presumed to already…
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The Welcome to Sack
Sack is a sort of strong, dry wine from Spain, popular in England during the 16th and 17th centuries. The Welcome to Sack So soft streams meet, so springs with gladder smilesMeet after long divorcement by the isles;When love, the child of likeness, urgeth onTheir crystal natures to a union:So meet stolen kisses, when the…
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Cousin Kate
Cousin Kate I was a cottage maiden Hardened by sun and air Contented with my cottage mates, Not mindful I was fair. Why did a great lord find me out, And praise my flaxen hair? Why did a great lord find me out, To fill my heart with care? He lured me to his palace…
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The Weltbild of Justin Martyr, pt. 2
As previously discussed, Justin developed intellectually in a rather free-wheeling philosophical milieu, a ferment just prior to the emergence of the schools that would come to dominate the next few centuries, indeed the next millennium, of thought. Consequently and particularly because of his own rather eclectic journey through various philosophical schools on his way to…
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