Quote #4
So feast your eyes now On mimic star and moon-cold bauble: Worlds may wither unseen, But the Christmas Tree is a tree of fable, A phoenix in evergreen
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- Put out the lights now! Look at the Tree, the rough tree dazzled In oriole plumes of flame, Tinselled with twinkling frost fire, tasselled …
- Who will say farewell? The beating bell. Will anyone miss me? That I dare not tell - Quick, Rose, and kiss me.
- It's hard to believe a spirit could die Of such generous glow
- Tempt me no more, for I Have known the lightning's hour, The poet's inward pride, The certainty of power.
- Is it birthday weather for you, dear soul? Is it fine your way
- I have had worse partings, but none that so Gnaws at my mind still.
- They who in folly or mere greed Enslaved religion, markets, laws, Borrow our language now and bid Us to speak up in freedom's cause.
- It is the logic of our times, No subject for immortal verse- That we who lived by honest dreams Defend the bad against the worse.