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...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 32 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ONLY WAITING by FRANCES LAUGHTON MACE BUCOLIC COMEDY: EN FAMILLE by EDITH SITWELL JOHN UNDERHILL by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE MAGPIES IN PICARDY by T. P. CAMERON WILSON EPIGRAM by FRANCOIS GUILLAUME JEAN STANISLAS ANDRIEUX THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA'S HESITATION by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |