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Updated: May 10, 2025
Here scattered, like a random seed, Remote from men, thou dost not need The embarrassed look of shy distress And maidenly shamefacedness. Thou wear'st upon thy forehead clear The freedom of a mountaineer. A face with gladness overspread, Soft smiles, by human kindness bred, And seemliness complete, that sways Thy courtesies, about thee plays.
The Quaker City of the dove, That fain would call a land to fling Its spites away, and 'neath thy wing Renew the treaty made by Penn In the wildwood with wilder men; Yet true men still! Be this the token loyal faith, a pledge unbroken! O year that wear'st thy aloe-flower So proudly! may thy touch have power Of healing!
I have now in mind a picture of moral purity surmounting skill in the divine tones of music, and the exercises of the pencil and the brush. Virtuous maiden, "Thou wear'st upon thy forehead clear The freedom of a mountaineer; A face with gladness overspread! Soft smiles, by human kindness bred! And heavenliness complete, that sways Thy courtesies, about thee plays."
lines which had a double meaning for the audience, remembering the last words which Richard's mother called after him as he was marching to Bosworth: Therefore take with thee my most grievous curse, Which in the day of battle tire thee more Than all the complete armour that thou wear'st.
Youth! thou wear'st to manhood now, Darker lip and darker brow, Statelier step, more pensive mien, In thy face and gate are seen: Thou must now brook midnight watches, Take thy food and sport by snatches; For the gambol and the jest, Thou wert wont to love the best, Graver follies must thou follow, But as senseless, false, and hollow.
Wear'st thou those glories draped about thy soul Thou dost present? And art thou by their feeling and control Thus eloquent? 'Tis with no feigned power thou bind'st our sense, No shallow art; Sure, lavish Nature gave thee heritance Of Hamlet's heart! Thou dost control our fancies with a might So wild, so fond, We quarrel, passed thy circle of delight, With things beyond;
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