Anne Whitney



O fair mistrust of earth's more solid shows...

by Anne Whitney

O fair mistrust of earth's more solid shows!
And mute appeal from its inhuman ways,
Its iron judgments and its misspent praise,
To the appreciation sweet that glows
In heaven's old smiling eye! O slowly grows
Our human thought; and freedom long delays,
Love in the shade fulfilling weary days,
Ere her great child is born! No wasting throes
Foretell thy being to the universe!
It is as thou didst lurk on half-poised wings
Below our life, blessing, and care and curse,
Even at the very root and core of things:
And couldst not keep from start, and chirp, and flight,
And warbled hint of something back of sight.


Copyright 1859
346 & 348 Broadway
D. Appleton & Company
New York

Recommended Works

On Leigh Hunt's Poem, The Story Of Rimini. - John KeatsYet are there sunbeams, though the kingly sun... - Anne WhitneyOn Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour - John KeatsExaggeration - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningO high-born souls, such as God sends to mould... - Anne WhitneyThe Passion Flower - Anne WhitneyPast And Future - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningTo The Spirit - Anne WhitneyAdequacy - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningHow bravely Autumn paints upon the sky - Thomas HoodGrief - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningI dreamed an angel, Angel twice, through death... - Anne WhitneyNo slight caprice rules thee. -- Who sounds one note... - Anne WhitneyTo A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses - John KeatsOn Fame (How fever'd is the man, who cannot look ...) - John KeatsTo _. (Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs ...) - John KeatsTo J. H. Reynolds - John KeatsThree Flowers - Thomas Bailey AldrichTo George Sand: A Recognition - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningLargess from seven-fold heavens, I pray, descend... - Anne WhitneyAnswer To A Sonnet Ending Thus: -- - John KeatsTO G. A. W. - John KeatsTo The Same - Anne WhitneyI know this spirit bridges unknown space... - Anne WhitneyTo Haydon - John KeatsTo My Brother George - John KeatsThe world is with me, and its many cares... - Thomas HoodThe Same (Twas then we said...) - Anne WhitneyCheerfulness Taught By Reason - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningOn Receiving A Gift - Thomas HoodOn Seeing The Elgin Marbles - John KeatsO night, a terrible dismay still lurks... - Anne WhitneyThe Prisoner - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningHappy is England! I could be content ... - John KeatsAlas! and yesternight I woke in terror, - Anne WhitneyWithin my life another life runs deep, - Anne WhitneyTo A Sleeping Child - Thomas HoodOn A Picture Of Leander - John KeatsThe day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! ... - John KeatsI cry your mercy -- pity -- love -- ay, love ... - John KeatsThis pleasant tale is like a little copse: ... - John KeatsA Thought For A Lonely Death-Bed - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningDark rolling clouds in wild confusion driven... - Caroline Bowles SoutheyTears - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningOn A Portrait Of Wordsworth - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningO solitude! if I must with thee dwell, - John KeatsLear - Thomas HoodAfter dark vapors have oppress'd our plains ... - John KeatsAnd for that thou art Beauty, and thy name... - Anne WhitneyO fair mistrust of earth's more solid shows... - Anne WhitneyHow many bards gild the lapses of time! - John KeatsTo Kosciusko - John KeatsDiscontent - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningOn The Grasshopper And Cricket - John KeatsTo Ailsa Rock - John KeatsTo My Brother - John KeatsComfort (Speak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet ...) - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningPerplexed Music - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningBereavement - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningWhen I have fears that I may cease to be ... - John KeatsTo one who has been long in city pent, ... - John KeatsRead me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud - John KeatsTo George Sand: A Desire - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningWritten On The Day That Mr. Leigh Hunt Left Prison - John KeatsTo Homer - John KeatsOn Fame (Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy ...). - John KeatsKeen Fitful Gusts Are Whispering Here And There - John KeatsAn Apprehension - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningKeats's Last Sonnet - John KeatsThe Two Sayings - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningFalse Poets And True - Thomas HoodOf better fortune coming, then, talk not... - Anne WhitneyThe Meaning Of The Look - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningTo The Ocean - Thomas HoodWhy did I laugh to-night? - John KeatsStoop low, dear Night, a little star-breeze wakes - Anne WhitneyTo Fancy - Thomas HoodIn the still hours, a stiller strength was born - Anne WhitneyIrreparableness - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningWork And Contemplation - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningOh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve, ... - John KeatsOn A Dream - John KeatsTo A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown. - John KeatsNight - Anne WhitneyThe Same (Might we make quest ...) - Anne WhitneyWritten In The Cottage Where Burns Was Born - John KeatsSubstitution - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningSo reed-like fragile, in the world's whirl nought... - Anne WhitneyTo An Enthusiast - Thomas HoodTo ____. (My heart is sick with longing, though I feed) - Thomas HoodThou seem'st to solve the eternal unity... - Anne WhitneyIf by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd ... - John KeatsC. L'E. - Anne WhitneyFuturity - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningFrom all these mounds, though day blows fresh and warm, - Anne WhitneyO Mankind's God! most silent and most lowly - Anne WhitneyFor The Fourteenth Of February - Thomas HoodInsufficiency - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningContinence - Anne WhitneyThe Soul's Expression - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningTo _. (Time's sea hath been five years at its low ebb, ...) - John KeatsThe Look - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningWork (What are we set on earth for? ...) - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningSonnet To A Sonnet - Thomas HoodAddressed To The Same - John KeatsDarkness surrounds me with its phantom hosts... - Anne WhitneyTo The Nile - John KeatsBy every sweet tradition of true hearts,... - Thomas HoodConsolation - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningPain In Pleasure - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningOn First Looking Into Chapman's Homer - John KeatsOn Sitting Down To Read King Lear Once Again. - John KeatsPatience Taught By Nature - Elizabeth Barrett BrowningAddressed To Haydon - John KeatsIt is not death, that sometime in a sigh... - Thomas HoodOn The Sea - John KeatsThe Human Seasons - John KeatsTo Sleep - John KeatsThe Seraph And Poet - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Link To This Page