Idolatry Poems

A green and silent spot, amid the hills,
A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place
No singing sky-lark ever poised himself.
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Let not my love be called idolatry,
Nor my belovèd as an idol show,
Since all alike my songs and praises be
To one, of one, still such, and ever so.
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Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best,
With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest,
What ails thee hang thy head, and cross thine arms,
And sit i' the dust to sigh these sad alarms?
What deluge of new woes thus over-whelm
The glories of thy ever famous Realm?
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Kind pity chokes my spleen; brave scorn forbids
Those tears to issue which swell my eyelids;
I must not laugh, nor weep sins and be wise;
Can railing, then, cure these worn maladies?
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What if this present were the world's last night?
Mark in my heart, O soul, where thou dost dwell,
The picture of Christ crucified, and tell
Whether that countenance can thee affright,
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You are a friend then, as I make it out,
Of our man Shakespeare, who alone of us
Will put an ass’s head in Fairyland
As he would add a shilling to more shillings,
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O might those sighes and teares returne againe
Into my breast and eyes, which I have spent,
That I might in this holy discontent
Mourne with some fruit, as I have mourn'd in vaine;
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O FRIEND! I know not which way I must look
   For comfort, being, as I am, opprest,
   To think that now our life is only drest
For show; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook,
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IT is full summer now, the heart of June,
Not yet the sun-burnt reapers are a-stir
Upon the upland meadow where too soon
Rich autumn time, the season's usurer,
Will lend his hoarded gold to all the trees,
And see his treasure scattered by the wild and spendthrift breeze.
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Let not my love be call'd idolatry,
Nor my beloved as an idol show,
Since all alike my songs and praises be
To one, of one, still such, and ever so.
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A face seen passing in a crowded street,
A voice heard singing music, large and free;
And from that moment life is changed, and we
Become of more heroic temper, meet
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Blind adorer of false gods
Reckless idol-maker
Money maker
Power or fame
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You ask, my love, about my tears
But don't you recognize the fears
That agonize my heart?
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As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood,
That crests its Head with clouds, beneath the flood
Feeds its deep roots, and with the bulging flank
Of its wide base controls the fronting bank,
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LOVE, any devil else but you
Would for a given soul give something too.
At court your fellows every day
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This is a day of happiness, sweet peace,
And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd
In full assembly fair, once more we view,
And hail with voice expressive of the heart,
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Amid the smoke of cities did you pass
The time of early youth; and there you learned,
From years of quiet industry, to love
The living Beings by your own fireside,
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765

You constituted Time—
I deemed Eternity
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Hail, Muse! et cetera.--We left Juan sleeping,
Pillow'd upon a fair and happy breast,
And watch'd by eyes that never yet knew weeping,
And loved by a young heart, too deeply blest
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DEAR Heart I think the young impassioned priest
When first he takes from out the hidden shrine
His God imprisoned in the Eucharist,
And eats the bread, and drinks the dreadful wine,
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When life stops, will
you learn what death is? A living
death solves idolatry one day.
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Risen phenomenon
Watered by the crimson flow of the saints
To ancient scholars, a vulgar superstition
Yet the progress so rapid to be ignored
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Religion without Love's oneness is idolatry.
Religion without substance is but ceremony.
Religion without real communion is just palaver.
Religion without Christ's radicalism is rigid orthodoxy.
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Faith often hides
an idolatry within

Statutory mandate
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2-12-18

Prophecy of the ANNIHILATION of
MANKIND via GOD'S WRATH.
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Why are men and women given to adultery?
Why do people spend their lifetime in idolatry?
Why do you take pleasure in bribery?
Why do you delight in flattery?
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Against the false
seer's enchantments,

Against paganism's
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I don't believe in fixed predicaments.
I believe in the warm, fresh winds of change.
I don't trust in monarchs or presidents.
I believe in transformation from
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The vintage portrait of your face and figure,
Nailed for so long on the interior wall of my skull,
It deteriorates like that of Dorian Gray's;
It dissolves its cranium, contours and colours,
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I will weep and wail for the broken ones;
For the children of the wilderness:
Whom the world always hides its eyes from:
A world that glitters with idolatry;
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