The Other Tiger
A tiger comes to mind
The twilight
Exalts the vast and busy
And seems to set the bookshelves back in gloom;
A tiger comes to mind
The twilight
Exalts the vast and busy
And seems to set the bookshelves back in gloom;
I walk'd the other day, to spend my hour, Into a field, Where I sometimes had seen the soil to yield A gallant flow'r; But winter now had ruffled all the bow'r And curious store I knew there heretofore
Yet I, whose search lov'd not to peep an...
None other fame mine unambitious Muse Affected ever but t'eternize thee;
All other honors do my hopes refuse,
Which meaner priz'd and momentary be
For God forbid I should my papers blot With mercenary lines, with servile pen,
I sat before my glass one day,
And conjured up a vision bare,
Unlike the aspects glad and gay,
That erst were found reflected there - The vision of a woman, wild With more than womanly despair
None other Lamb, none other Name,
None other hope in Heav’n or earth or sea,
None other hiding place from guilt and shame,
None beside Thee