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Herman Melville :
Wise Draco comes, deep in the midnight roll Of black artillery; he comes, though late; In code corroborating Calvin's creed And cynic tyrannies of honest kings; He comes, nor parlies; and the Town, redeemed, Gives thanks devout; nor, being thankful, heeds The grimy slur on the Republic's faith implied, Which holds that Man is naturally good, And—more—is Nature's Roman, never to be scourged.
[Herman Melville (1819-1891), U.S. poet, novelist. The House-Top (l. 19-27). . . Selected Poems of Herman Melville. Hennig Cohen, ed. (1991) Fordham University Press.]
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Ralph Waldo Emerson :
The sexton, tolling his bell at noon, Deems not that great Napoleon Stops his horse, and lists with delight, Whilst his files sweep round yon Alpine height; Nor knowest thou what argument Thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent. All are needed by each one; Nothing is fair or good alone.
[Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), U.S. poet, essayist. Each and All (l. 5-12). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.]
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Alfred Tennyson :
Man, her last work, who seemed so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law— Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed—
[Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892), British poet. In Memoriam A. H. H. (Fr. LVI, l. 9-16). . . Tennyson; a Selected Edition. Christopher Ricks, ed. (1989) University of California Press.]
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William Wordsworth :
I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
[William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. The World Is Too Much with Us (l. 10-14). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.]
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William Wordsworth :
The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest— Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:—
[William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood (l. 133-138), Poems in Two Volumes (1807). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.]
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Gwendolyn Brooks :
I believe it was a good job, Despite this possible horror: that they might prefer the Preservation of their law in all its sick dignity and their knives To the continuation of their creed And their lives.
[Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "Negro Hero."]
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Allen Tate :
The Management Area of Cherokee National Forest, interested in fish, Has mapped Tellico and Bald Rivers And North River, with the tributaries Brookshire Branch and Sugar Cove Creed: A fishy map for facile fishery....
[Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "The Trout Map."]
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Robert Frost :
The latest creed that has to be believed And entered in our childish catechism Is that the All's a concept self-conceived, Which is no more than good old Pantheism.
[Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "A Concept Self-Conceived."]
Ralph Waldo Emerson :
United States! the ages plead,— Present and Past in under-song,— Go put your creed into your deed,— Nor speak with double tongue.
[Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), U.S. essayist, poet, philosopher. "Ode Sung in the Town Hall, Concord, July 4, 1857," May-Day and Other Pieces (1867).]
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Wilfred Owen :
'I shall be one with nature, herb, and stone', Shelley would tell me. Shelley wound be stunned: The dullest Tommy hugs that fancy now. 'Pushing up daisies' is their creed, you know.
[Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. A Terre (l. 44-47). CTC. Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.]
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