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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HIGHER PANTHEISM IN A NUTSHELL, by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: One, who is not, we see: but one, whom we see not, is
Last Line: Fiddle, we know, is diddle: and diddle, we take it, is dee.
Subject(s): Pantheism; Tennyson, Alfred (1809-1892); Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron
First Line: One, who is not, we see: but one, whom we see not, is
Last Line: Fiddle, we know, is diddle: and diddle, we take it, is dee.
Subject(s): Pantheism; Tennyson, Alfred (1809-1892); Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron
One, who is not, we see: but one, whom we see not, is:
Surely this is not that: but that assuredly this.
What, and wherefore, and whence? for under is over and under:
If thunder could be without lightning, lightning could be without thunder.
Doubt is faith in the main: but faith, on the whole, is doubt:
We cannot believe by proof: but could we believe without?
Why, and whither, and how? for barley and rye are not clover:
Neither are straight lines curves: yet over is under and over.
Two and two may be four: but four and four are not eight:
Fate and God may be twain: but God is the same thing as fate.
Ask a man what he thinks, and get from a man what he feels:
God, once caught in the fact, shows you a pair of heels.
Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which:
The soul squats down in the flesh like a tinker drunk in a ditch.
More is the whole than a part: but half is more than the whole:
Clearly, the soul is the body: but is not the body the soul?
One and two are not one: but one and nothing is two:
Truth can hardly be false, if falsehood cannot be true.
Once the mastodon was: pterodactyls were common as cocks:
Then the mammoth was God: now is He a prize ox.
Parallels all things are: yet many of these are askew
You are certainly I: but certainly I am not you.
Springs the rock from the plain, shoots the stream from the rock:
Cocks exist for the hen: but hens exist for the cock.
God, whom we see not, is: and God, who is not, we see:
Fiddle, we know, is diddle: and diddle, we take it, is dee.
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