License they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must first be wise and good.
In naked beauty more adorn’d, More lovely than Pandora.
Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony.
Who, as they sung, would take the prison’d soul And lap it in Elysium.
With eyes Of conjugal attraction unreprov’d. Imparadised in one another’s arms. With thee conversing I forget all time. And feel that I am happier than I know.
Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine, Hath hurtful power o’er true virginity.
You can make hell out of heaven and heaven out of hell. It’s all in the mind.
In contemplation of created things, by steps we may ascend to God.
Beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive.
Hung over her enamour’d, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces.
And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At wisdom’s gate, and to simplicity Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.
From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,- A summer’s day; and with the setting sun Dropp’d from the Zenith like a falling star.
The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.
As children gath’ring pebbles on the shore. Or if I would delight my private hours With music or with poem, where so soon As in our native language can I find That solace?
Nations grow corrupt, love bondage more than liberty; bondage with ease than strenuous liberty.
Now conscience wakes despair That slumber’d,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse.
Seasoned life of man preserved and stored up in books.
And on the Tree of Life, The middle tree and highest there that grew, Sat like a cormorant.
But oh! as to embrace me she inclin’d, I wak’d, she fled, and day brought back my night.
For other things mild Heav’n a time ordains, And disapproves that care, though wise in show, That with superfluous burden loads the day, And when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains.