I Look Into My Glass
I
OK into my glass, And view my wasting skin, And say, "Would God it came to pass My heart had shrunk as thin
" For then,
I, undistrest By hearts grown cold to me, Could lonely wait my endless rest With equanimity...
I
OK into my glass, And view my wasting skin, And say, "Would God it came to pass My heart had shrunk as thin
" For then,
I, undistrest By hearts grown cold to me, Could lonely wait my endless rest With equanimity...
Look in my griefs, and blame me not to mourn,
From care to care that leads a life so bad;
Th'orphan of fortune, born to be her scorn,
Whose clouded brow doth make my days so sad
As the serpent raised by
Healed the burning serpent's bite;
Jesus thus himself
To the wounded sinner's sight:
I
IT and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression and shame;
I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with themselves, remorseful after deeds done;
I see, in low life, the mother misused by...
Look at all those
Jumping in their cage
Why don't they all go out to
And earn a decent wage
Look to this day:
For it is life, the very life of life
In its brief
Lie all the verities and realities of your existence
"Oh, look at that great ugly spider
" said Ann;
And screaming, she brush'd it away with her fan; "'Tis a frightful black creature as ever can be,
I wish that it would not come crawling on me
On a sudden, the sight
Your look of light stills all,stillsall,
The curd-potfalls to the ground
Parents andbrothersall call a halt
XI ( version) Look,
Delia, how we 'steem the half-blown rose, The image of thy blush and summer's honour, Whilst in her tender green she doth enclose That pure sweet beauty time bestows upon her
No sooner spreads her glory in the air But...
The heron’s the look of the river.
The moon’s the look of the night.
The sky’s the look of forever.
Snow is the look of white.