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by Emily Dickinson

Trust adjust her Peradventure --

 Trust adjust her "Peradventure" --
Phantoms entered "and not you.

by Robert Herrick


 What though the sea be calm? Trust to the shore;
Ships have been drown'd, where late they danced before.

by Ben Jonson

Of Death

He that fears death, or mourns it, in the just,
Shews of the Resurrection little trust.

by Kalidasa

Until the wise are satisfied,

Until the wise are satisfied,
I cannot feel that skill is shown;
The best-trained mind requires support,
And does not trust itself alone.

by John Masefield

An Epilogue

 I had seen flowers come in stony places
And kind things done by men with ugly faces,
And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races,
Ao I trust, too.

by Omar Khayyam

Against my lusts I ever war, in vain,

Against my lusts I ever war, in vain,
I think on my ill deeds with shame and pain;
I trust Thou wilt assoil me of my sins,
But even so, my shame must still remain.

by Emily Dickinson

The Chemical conviction

 The Chemical conviction
That Nought be lost
Enable in Disaster
My fractured Trust --

The Faces of the Atoms
If I shall see
How more the Finished Creatures
Departed me!

by Omar Khayyam

They call you wicked, if to fame you're known,

They call you wicked, if to fame you're known,
And an intriguer, if you live alone,
Trust me, though you were Khizr or Elias,
'Tis best to know none, and of none be known.

by Omar Khayyam

Allah, our Lord, is merciful, though just;

Allah, our Lord, is merciful, though just;
Sinner! despair not, but His mercy trust!
For though to-day you perish in your sins,
To-morrow He'll absolve your crumbling dust.

by Edward Lear

There was an old Man in a Garden

There was an old Man in a Garden,
Who always begged every one's pardon;
When they asked him, "What for?" he replied, "You're a bore!
And I trust you'll go out of my garden.

by Emily Dickinson

Elizabeth told Essex

 Elizabeth told Essex
That she could not forgive
The clemency of Deity
However -- might survive --
That secondary succor
We trust that she partook
When suing -- like her Essex
For a reprieving Look --

by Henry Van Dyke

Four Things

 Four things a man must learn to do 
If he would make his record true: 
To think without confusion clearly; 
To love his fellow man sincerely; 
To act from honest motives purely; 
To trust in God and Heaven securely.

by Robert Herrick


 Stay while ye will, or go,
And leave no scent behind ye:
Yet trust me, I shall know
The place where I may find ye.
Within my Lucia's cheek, (Whose livery ye wear) Play ye at hide or seek, I'm sure to find ye there.

by Emily Dickinson

Heavenly Father -- take to thee

 "Heavenly Father" -- take to thee
The supreme iniquity
Fashioned by thy candid Hand
In a moment contraband --
Though to trust us -- seems to us
More respectful -- "We are Dust" --
We apologize to thee
For thine own Duplicity --

by John Ruskin

Trust Thou Thy Love

 TRUST thou thy Love: if she be proud, is she not sweet? 
Trust thou thy Love: if she be mute, is she not pure? 
Lay thou thy soul full in her hands, low at her feet; 
Fail, Sun and Breath!--yet, for thy peace, She shall endure.

by Emily Dickinson

Death is a Dialogue between

 Death is a Dialogue between
The Spirit and the Dust.
"Dissolve" says Death -- The Spirit "Sir I have another Trust" -- Death doubts it -- Argues from the Ground -- The Spirit turns away Just laying off for evidence An Overcoat of Clay.

by Emily Dickinson

She laid her docile Crescent down

 She laid her docile Crescent down
And this confiding Stone
Still states to Dates that have forgot
The News that she is gone --

So constant to its stolid trust,
The Shaft that never knew --
It shames the Constancy that fled
Before its emblem flew --

by Robert Burns

358. A Grace after Dinner

 O THOU, in whom we live and move—
 Who made the sea and shore;
Thy goodness constantly we prove,
 And grateful would adore;
And, if it please Thee, Power above!
 Still grant us, with such store,
The friend we trust, the fair we love—
 And we desire no more.

by Omar Khayyam

O my heart! since the foundation, even, of the things

O my heart! since the foundation, even, of the things
of this world is only a fiction, why do you venture thus
in an infinite gulf of sorrow? Trust yourself to destiny,
endure the evil, for the lot which the heavenly brush
has traced for you will not be effaced.

by Ogden Nash

I Didnt Go To Church Today

 I didn't go to church today,
I trust the Lord to understand.
The surf was swirling blue and white, The children swirling on the sand.
He knows, He knows how brief my stay, How brief this spell of summer weather, He knows when I am said and done We'll have plenty of time together.

by Sir Walter Raleigh


 Even such is time, which takes in trust 
Our youth, our joys, and all we have, 
And pays us but with age and dust, 
Who in the dark and silent grave 
When we have wandered all our ways 
Shuts up the story of our days, 
And from which earth, and grave, and dust 
The Lord will raise me up, I trust.

by Sir Walter Raleigh

The Conclusion

 EVEN such is Time, that takes in trust 
Our youth, our joys, our all we have, 
And pays us but with earth and dust; 
 Who in the dark and silent grave, 
When we have wander'd all our ways, 
Shuts up the story of our days; 
But from this earth, this grave, this dust, 
My God shall raise me up, I trust.

by Robert Herrick


 Down with the rosemary, and so
Down with the bays and misletoe;
Down with the holly, ivy, all
Wherewith ye dress'd the Christmas hall;
That so the superstitious find
No one least branch there left behind;
For look, how many leaves there be
Neglected there, maids, trust to me,
So many goblins you shall see.

by John Gould Fletcher


 In the night of weariness 
let me give myself up to sleep without struggle, 
resting my trust upon thee.
Let me not force my flagging spirit into a poor preparation for thy worship.
It is thou who drawest the veil of night upon the tired eyes of the day to renew its sight in a fresher gladness of awakening.

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe


 "THE mountain village was destroy'd;
But see how soon is fill'd the void!
Shingles and boards, as by magic arise,
The babe in his cradle and swaddling-clothes lies;
How blest to trust to God's protection!"

Behold a wooden new erection,
So that, if sparks and wind but choose,
God's self at such a game must lose!