AND would'st thou reach, rash scholar mine, Love's high unruffled state? Awake! thy easy dreams resign, First learn thee how to hate: -- Hatred of sin, and Zeal, and Fear, Lead up the Holy Hill; Track them, till Charity appear A self-denial still. Dim is the philosophic flame. By thoughts severe unfed: Book-lore ne'er served, when trial came, Nor gifts, when faith was dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 21 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON CRADLE SONG (TO A TUNE OF BLAKE'S): 1 by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE LORD OF BURLEIGH by ALFRED TENNYSON A SONG OF A YOUNG LADY TO HER ANCIENT LOVER by JOHN WILMOT RETURNED FROM THE WAR by HENRY ABBEY ROSAMOND: KING HENRY'S SONG by JOSEPH ADDISON STARRY NIGHT by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |