10 Best Famous Qualify Poems

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 O, never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.
As easy might I from my self depart
As from my soul which in thy breast doth lie.
That is my home of love; if I have ranged,
Like him that travels I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe though in my nature reigned
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stained
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide universe I call
Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.

 Strange to know nothing, never to be sure
Of what is true or right or real,
But forced to qualify or so I feel,
Or Well, it does seem so:
Someone must know.

Strange to be ignorant of the way things work:
Their skill at finding what they need,
Their sense of shape, and punctual spread of seed,
And willingness to change;
Yes, it is strange,

Even to wear such knowledge - for our flesh
Surrounds us with its own decisions -
And yet spend all our life on imprecisions,
That when we start to die
Have no idea why.

 I'm saying every day
"If I should be a Queen, tomorrow" --
I'd do this way --
And so I deck, a little,

If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
None on me, bend supercilious --
With "This was she --
Begged in the Market place --
Yesterday."

Court is a stately place --
I've heard men say --
So I loop my apron, against the Majesty
With bright Pins of Buttercup --
That not too plain --
Rank -- overtake me --

And perch my Tongue
On Twigs of singing -- rather high --
But this, might be my brief Term
To qualify --

Put from my simple speech all plain word --
Take other accents, as such I heard
Though but for the Cricket -- just,
And but for the Bee --
Not in all the Meadow --
One accost me --

Better to be ready --
Than did next morn
Meet me in Aragon --
My old Gown -- on --

And the surprised Air
Rustics -- wear --
Summoned -- unexpectedly --
To Exeter --

 The Province of the Saved
Should be the Art -- To save --
Through Skill obtained in Themselves --
The Science of the Grave

No Man can understand
But He that hath endured
The Dissolution -- in Himself --
That Man -- be qualified

To qualify Despair
To Those who failing new --
Mistake Defeat for Death -- Each time --
Till acclimated -- to --

 How ruthless are the gentle --
How cruel are the kind --
God broke his contract to his Lamb
To qualify the Wind --

 O, never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify.
As easy might I from myself depart
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of love: if I have ranged,
Like him that travels I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe, though in my nature reign'd
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stain'd,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all.

 GOD to his untaught children sent

Law, order, knowledge, art, from high,
And ev'ry heav'nly favour lent,

The world's hard lot to qualify.
They knew not how they should behave,

For all from Heav'n stark-naked came;
But Poetry their garments gave,

And then not one had cause for shame.

 1816.

 O NEVER say that I was false of heart, 
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify! 
As easy might I from myself depart, 
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie: 
That is my home of love; if I have ranged, 
Like him that travels I return again, 
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged, 
So that myself bring water for my stain. 
Never believe, though in my nature reign'd 
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood, 
That it could so prepost'rously be stain'd, 
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good: 
 For nothing this wide Universe I call, 
 Save thou, my Rose; in it thou art my all.