Quotes about weal, page 6
None See Me Off
None see me off. Let those go home who will
Receive this blessing from a loosing heart
Let righteous deed secure you all good weal
Ye brought me up and gave me to one
who will not give you cause for anxious thoughts
I must now walk with my dear Lord of Life
Whom have I followed with inborn love.
If your love for me I give free scope
'T will cause delay.Be calm,allay your grief
who take each other by the hand secure
full purpose of this life - as Laws assert
we part for good; reserve for talk the past.
poem by Sant Tukaram
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Harm To Ham
Protection at the time of trouble is always done with care,
But the light of the righteous is the way forward;
For i am now in the wings of love flying so high above you!
Seal, weal, deal, meal, peal, zeal, heal, real, teal, veal;
In the appointed season with my love to take care of the things!
But the sisterhood and the brotherhood is like,
Childhood, womanhood and manhood which are pictured allegorically.
Weeping and gnashing of teeth by the camping at the sea,
Harm to Ham when Cush begot Nimrod;
For it really makes a difference with your love!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ditty: "My True Love's Eyes"
My true-love's eyes are a surprise
To put an end to ranging;
They vary so,—come weal, come woe,—
One can but watch their changing!
Sometimes they shine with light divine,—
Twin deeps where moonbeams hover,—
Anon they seem like stars agleam,
With laughter brimming over.
My true-love's mouth is as the south
In time of blossom, sunny;
A rose, in death, bequeathed it breath,
And bees have lent it honey.
But oh, her heart is still the art,
The magic fresh and living,
That wins the free her slaves to be
By its own gift of giving!
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Poems (1898)
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IF (remembered)
IF I were to write
The poetics of a termite
I might as well bite
Or a flea I could be
Jump and jump
In a jubilee
And take some
Blood with me
Into the air
Into the vast
Universe
Of a man’s hairy arm
IF I were to
Judge other poets
Here those
Who write
Like a tyke
And attired with lots of spikes
I would give them ticks
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ambition
I had ambition once. Like Solomon
I asked for wisdom, deeming wisdom fair,
And with much pains a little knowledge won
Of Nature's cruelty and Man's despair,
And mostly learned how vain such learnings were.
Then in my grief I turned to happiness,
And woman's love awhile was all my care,
And I achieved some sorrow and some bliss,
Till love rebelled. Then the mad lust of power
Became my dream, to rule my fellow--men;
And I too lorded it my little hour,
And wrought for weal or woe with sword and pen,
And wounded many, some, alas, my friends.
Now I ask silence. My ambition ends.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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A Portrait
When friends grown faithless, or the fickle throng,
Withdrawing from my life the love they lent,
Breed in my heart disdainful discontent,
And sadden sunshine with a sense of wrong,
Then I, forgetting to be wise and strong,
And on my own endearment too intent,
Unto myself make musical lament,
And lullaby my pain with plaintive song.
But, when I gaze upon this face august,
Her gift, who, seated on earth's loftiest throne,
For others' weal holds half the world in trust,
Pondering on cares of Empire all alone,
I, then rebuked, remember to be just,
Think of her griefs, and quite forget my own.
poem by Alfred Austin
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The Forgotten
He shone in the senate, the camp, and the grove,
The mirror of manhood, the darling of love.
He fought for his country, the star of the brave,
And died for it’s weal when to die was to save.
And Wisdom and Valour long over him wept,
And Beauty, for ages, strewed flowers where he slept.
And the bards of the people inwrought with their lays
The light of his glory, the sound of his praise.
But afar in the foreworld have faded their strains,
And now of his being what record remains?
Within a lone valley a tomb crumbles fast,
And the name of the Sleeper is lost in the past
poem by Charles Harpur
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Farewell! If Ever Fondest Prayer
Farewell! if ever fondest prayer
For other's weal avail'd on high,
Mine will not all be lost in air,
But waft thy name beyond the sky.
Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh:
Oh! more than tears of blood can tell,
When wrung from guilt's expiring eye,
Are in that word--Farewell!--Farewell!
These lips are mute, these eyes are dry;
But in my breast and in my brain,
Awake the pangs that pass not by,
The thought that ne'er shall sleep again.
My soul nor deigns nor dares complain
Though grief and passion there rebel;
I only know we loved in vain--
I only feel--Farewell!--Farewell!
Patriotism
There was a time when it was counted high
To be a patriot--whether by the zeal
Of peaceful labour for the country's weal,
Or by the courage in her cause to die:
FOR KING AND COUNTRY was a rallying cry
That turned men's hearts to fire, their nerves to steel;
Not to unheeding ears did it appeal,
A pulpit formula, a platform lie.
Only a fool will wantonly desire
That war should come, outpouring blood and fire,
And bringing grief and hunger in her train.
And yet, if there be found no other way,
God send us war, and with it send the day
When love of country shall be real again!
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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Sonnet LX: Define My Weal
Define my weal, and tell the joys of Heav'n;
Express my woes, and show the pains of Hell;
Declare what fate unlucky stars have giv'n,
And ask a world upon my life to dwell;
Make known the faith that Fortune could not move;
Compare myu worth with others' base desert;
Let virtue be the touchstone of my love,
So may the heav'ns read wonders in my heart;
Behold the clouds which have eclips'd my sun,
And view the crosses which my course do let;
Tell me if ever since the world begun
So fair a rising had so foul a set,
And see if Time (if he would strive to prove)
Can show a second to so pure a love.
poem by Michael Drayton
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