George Santayana Happy Poems

  • 1.
    I would I might forget that I am I,
    And break the heavy chain that binds me fast,
    Whose links about myself my deeds have cast.
    What in the bodyâ??s tomb doth buried lie
    ...
  • 2.
    Not human art, but living gods alone
    Can fashion beauties that by changing live,--
    Her buds to spring, his fruits to autumn give,
    To earth her fountains in her heart of stone;
    ...
  • 3.
    There may be chaos still around the world,
    This little world that in my thinking lies;
    For mine own bosom is the paradise
    Where all my life's fair visions are unfurled.
    ...
  • 4.
    As in the midst of battle there is room
    For thoughts of love, and in foul sin for mirth;
    As gossips whisper of a trinket's worth
    Spied by the death-bed's flickering candle-gloom;
    ...
  • 5.
    The muffled syllables that Nature speaks
    Fill us with deeper longing for her word;
    She hides a meaning that the spirit seeks,
    She makes a sweeter music than is heard.
    ...
  • 6.
    I
    Calm was the sea to which your course you kept,
    Oh, how much calmer than all southern seas!
    Many your nameless mates, whom the keen breeze
    ...
  • 7.
    As in the midst of battle there is room
       For thoughts of love, and in foul sin for mirth;
       As gossips whisper of a trinket's worth
    Spied by the death-bed's flickering candle-gloom;
    ...
  • 8.
    I would I might forget that I am I,
    And break the heavy chain that binds me fast,
    Whose links about myself my deeds have cast.
    What in the body's tomb doth buried lie
    ...
  • 9.
    As in the midst of battle there is room
    For thoughts of love, and in foul sin for mirth;
    As gossips whisper of a trinket's worth
    Spied by the death-bed's flickering candle-gloom;
    ...
Total 9 Happy Poems by George Santayana

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