Treasure Island

Martin Farquhar Tupper

(July 17, 1810 - November 1889 / London)

Influences


Judge not the sensitive: if thou hast blamed,
Think how a thousand influences tell,
With strong enchantment acting like a spell,
Upon that spirit all too finely framed:
Antagonisms, and slights, and vulgar things,
And all whatever else should make ashamed
Of mean or vain, from these as nettle-stings
Shrinks back within itself the feeling mind;
What thou hast counted cold fastidious pride
Is to warm graces tenderly allied,
Indignant wrath with holy pain combined;
And spirit-nerves alike with nerves of sense,
To some brute natures worthily denied,
In others thrill with energies intense.

Submitted: Thursday, September 23, 2010

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