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...felt 
Never again. Some grief, like some delight, 
Stings hard but once: to custom after that 
The rapture or the pain submits itself, 
And we are wiser than we were before.
And Imogen was wiser; though at first 
Her dream-defeating wisdom was indeed 
A thankless heritage: there was no sweet, 
No bitter now; nor was there anything 
To make a daily meaning for her life—
Till truth, like Harlequin, leapt out somehow 
From ambush and threw sudden savor to it— 
But the blank tas...Read more of this...
by Robinson, Edwin Arlington



...accept this full confession,
And to their fellowship and favor,
Restore him on his good behaviour.


Not so our 'Squire submits to rule,
But stood, heroic as a mule.
"You'll find it all in vain, quoth he,
To play your rebel tricks on me.
All punishments, the world can render,
Serve only to provoke th' offender;
The will gains strength from treatment horrid,
As hides grow harder when they're curried.
No man e'er felt the halter draw,
With good opinion of the law;
Or held in me...Read more of this...
by Trumbull, John
...one midnight stroke, all the first-born 
Of Egypt must lie dead. Thus with ten wounds 
The river-dragon tamed at length submits 
To let his sojourners depart, and oft 
Humbles his stubborn heart; but still, as ice 
More hardened after thaw; till, in his rage 
Pursuing whom he late dismissed, the sea 
Swallows him with his host; but them lets pass, 
As on dry land, between two crystal walls; 
Awed by the rod of Moses so to stand 
Divided, till his rescued gain their shore: 
Su...Read more of this...
by Milton, John
...y,
Now give the kingdom to thy Son,
Extend his power, exalt his throne.

Thy sceptre well becomes his hands,
All heav'n submits to his commands;
His justice shall avenge the poor,
And pride and rage prevail no more.

With power be vindicates the just,
And treads th' oppressor in the dust;
His worship and his fear shall last,
Till hours, and years, and time be past.

As rain on meadows newly mown,
So shall he send his influence down;
His grace on fainting souls distils,
Like h...Read more of this...
by Watts, Isaac
...y,
Now give the kingdom to thy Son,
Extend his power, exalt his throne.

The scepter well becomes his hands;
All heaven submits to his commands;
His justice shall avenge the poor,
And pride and rage prevail no more.

With power he vindicates the just,
And treads the oppressor in the dust:
His worship and his fear shall last
Till the full course of time be past.

As rain on meadows newly mown,
So shall he send his influence down:
His grace on fainting souls distils,
Like heave...Read more of this...
by Watts, Isaac



...
His vertue or weakness which way to assail:
Then with more cautious and instructed skill
Again transgresses, and again submits;
That wisest and best men full oft beguil'd
With goodness principl'd not to reject 
The penitent, but ever to forgive,
Are drawn to wear out miserable days,
Entangl'd with a poysnous bosom snake,
If not by quick destruction soon cut off
As I by thee, to Ages an example.

Dal: Yet hear me Samson; not that I endeavour
To lessen or extenuate my offence,...Read more of this...
by Milton, John
...
And at length,
Wearied out and despairing, man bows to their strength!
With an idle gaze sees their wrath consume,
And submits to his doom!
Desolate
The place, and dread
For storms the barren bed.
In the blank voids that cheerful casements were,
Comes to and fro the melancholy air,
And sits despair;
And through the ruin, blackening in its shroud
Peers, as it flits, the melancholy cloud.

One human glance of grief upon the grave
Of all that fortune gave
The loiterer takes--th...Read more of this...
by Schiller, Friedrich von
...ury and Chance --

Seese, on the threshold of his days,
 The old life shrivel like a scroll,
And to unheralded dismays
 Submits his body and his soul;

The fatted shows wherein he stood
 Foregoing, and the idiot pride,
That he may prove with his own blood
 All that his easy sires denied --

Ultimate issues, primal springs,
 Demands, abasements, penalties --
The imperishable plinth of things
 Seen and unseen, that touch our peace.

For, though ensnaring ritual dim
 His vision ...Read more of this...
by Kipling, Rudyard
...,
In the grove's dark recesses pours his moan;
Each branch, wide-spreading to the ambient sky,
Forgets its verdure, and submits to die.

From thence I turn, and leave the sultry plain,
And swift pursue thy passage o'er the main:
The ship arrives before the fav'ring wind,
And makes the Philadelphian port assign'd,
Thence I attend you to Bostonia's arms,
Where gen'rous friendship ev'ry bosom warms:
Thrice welcome here! may health revive again,
Bloom on thy cheek, and bound in e...Read more of this...
by Wheatley, Phillis
...h fate's untrodden paths I move; my hands 
Still act my free-born people's bold commands; 
Yet this stern shade, to you submits his frowns, 
Nor are these looks always severe to crowns....Read more of this...
by Marvell, Andrew
...here did you get them, anyway? 
They suit you awfully well.'

She will not turn to him—will not resist. 
Impassive, she submits to being kissed.

'My husband wrote all four of them. 
You know,—my husband drowned. 
He was always sickly, soon depressed. . .' 
But still she hears the sound

Of a stateroom door shut hard, and footsteps going 
Swiftly and steadily, and the dark sea flowing.

She hears the dark sea flowing, and sees his eyes 
Hollow with disenchantment, sick surpri...Read more of this...
by Aiken, Conrad
...you get them, anyway? 
They suit you awfully well.' 
  
She will not turn to him--will not resist. 
Impassive, she submits to being kissed. 
  
'My husband wrote all four of them. 
You know,--my husband drowned. 
He was always sickly, soon depressed. . .' 
But still she hears the sound 
  
Of a stateroom door shut hard, and footsteps going 
Swiftly and steadily, and the dark sea flowing. 
  
She hears the dark sea flowing, and sees his eyes 
Hollow with disenc...Read more of this...
by Aiken, Conrad

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