The Definition of Beauty is
That Definition is none —
Of Heaven, easing Analysis,
Since Heaven and He are one.
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Uprose the King of Men with speed,
And saddled straight his coal-black steed;
Down the yawning steep he rode,
That leads to Hela's drear abode.
Him the dog of darkness spied,
His shaggy throat he opened wide,
While from his jaws, with carnage filled,
Foam and human gore distilled:
...The Devil — had he fidelity
Would be the best friend —
Because he has ability —
But Devils cannot mend —
Perfidy is the virtue
That would but he resign
The Devil — without question
Were thoroughly divineThe difference between Despair
And Fear — is like the One
Between the instant of a Wreck
And when the Wreck has been —
The Mind is smooth — no Motion —
Contented as the Eye
Upon the Forehead of a Bust —
That knows — it cannot see —The distance that the dead have gone
Does not at first appear —
Their coming back seems possible
For many an ardent year.
And then, that we have followed them,
We more than half suspect,
So intimate have we become
With their dear retrospect.I SING of a journey to Clifton
We would have perform'd if we could,
Without cart or barrow to lift on
Poor Mary and me thro' the mud.
Sle sla slud,
Stuck in the mud;
Oh it is pretty to wade through a flood!
So away we went, slipping and sliding,...The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man
For is it not his Bed —
His Advocate — his Edifice?
How safe his fallen Head
In her disheveled Sanctity —
Above him is the sky —
Oblivion bending over him
And Honor leagues away.The Doomed — regard the Sunrise
With different Delight —
Because — when next it burns abroad
They doubt to witness it —
The Man — to die — tomorrow —
Harks for the Meadow Bird —
Because its Music stirs the Axe
That clamors for his head —
Joyful — to whom the Sunrise...The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea —
Forgets her own locality —
As I — toward Thee —
She knows herself an incense small —
Yet small — she sighs — if All — is All —
How larger — be?
The Ocean — smiles — at her Conceit —
But she, forgetting Amphitrite —
Pleads — "Me"?...The Dust behind I strove to join
Unto the Disk before —
But Sequence ravelled out of Sound
Like Balls upon a Floor —