Earth (?.)
- Gaea
- Ge
- Jupiter
- Mars
- Mercury
- Neptune
- Pluto
- Saturn
- Tellus
- Terra
- Uranus
- Venus
- asteroid
- biosphere
- geography
- geosphere
- globe
- inferior planet
- major planet
- minor planet
- mother earth
- planet
- planetoid
- secondary planet
- solar system
- superior planet
- terra
- terrestrial globe
- terrestrial planet
- the blue planet
- this pendent world
- vale
- vale of tears
- wanderer
- whole wide world
- world
In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.
My mind to me a kingdom is;
Such present joys therein I find,
That it excels all other bliss
That earth affords or grows by kind:
Though much I want which most would have,
Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
That very law which moulds a tear
And bids it trickle from its source,—
That law preserves the earth a sphere,
And guides the planets in their course.
The world's a theatre, the earth a stage
Which God and Nature do with actors fill.
To man the earth seems altogether
No more a mother, but a step-dame rather.
What! alive, and so bold, O earth?
No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us,
All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.
Of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world. All things in heaven and earth do her homage,—the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power.
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
Uproar the universal peace, confound
All unity on earth.
Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
We are ancients of the earth,
And in the morning of the times.
And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant or the sea rolls its waves.
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
My mind to me a kingdom is;
Such present joys therein I find,
That it excels all other bliss
That earth affords or grows by kind:
Though much I want which most would have,
Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowels of the earth, many a fair pearl laid up in the bosom of the sea, that never was seen, nor never shall be.
And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
Was parmaceti for an inward bruise;
And that it was great pity, so it was,
This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
So cowardly; and but for these vile guns,
He would himself have been a soldier.
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky.
Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
The common growth of Mother Earth
Suffices me,—her tears, her mirth,
Her humblest mirth and tears.
I am not so lost in lexicography as to forget that words are the daughters of earth, and that things are the sons of heaven.
Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was; and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.
And oh if there be an Elysium on earth,
It is this, it is this!
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
Fallen from his high estate,
And welt'ring in his blood;
Deserted, at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed,
On the bare earth expos'd he lies,
With not a friend to close his eyes.
The eyes of a fool are in the ends of the earth.
The life of the husbandman,—a life fed by the bounty of earth and sweetened by the airs of heaven.
Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat,
Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe
That all was lost.
Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free,
First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea.
For, lo! the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
With thee conversing I forget all time,
All seasons, and their change,—all please alike.
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun
When first on this delightful land he spreads
His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,
Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth
After soft showers; and sweet the coming on
Of grateful ev'ning mild; then silent night
With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,
And these the gems of heaven, her starry train:
But neither breath of morn when she ascends
With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun
On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower,
Glist'ring with dew, nor fragrance after showers,
Nor grateful ev'ning mild, nor silent night
With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon
Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.
For full indeed is earth of woes, and full the sea; and in the day as well as night diseases unbidden haunt mankind, silently bearing ills to men, for all-wise Zeus hath taken from them their voice. So utterly impossible is it to escape the will of Zeus.
Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows
That for oblivion take their daily birth
From all the fuming vanities of earth.
She what was honour knew,
And with obsequious majesty approv'd
My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower
I led her blushing like the morn; all heaven
And happy constellations on that hour
Shed their selectest influence; the earth
Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill;
Joyous the birds; fresh gales and gentle airs
Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings
Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub.
There were giants in the earth in those days.
I 'll put a girdle round about the earth
In forty minutes.
An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye:
Give him a little earth for charity!
O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:
For nought so vile that on the earth doth live
But to the earth some special good doth give,
Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
And vice sometimes by action dignified.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination,
That if it would but apprehend some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Or in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!
The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where'er I go,
That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
The earth hath bubbles as the water has,
And these are of them.
A heaven on earth.
And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays.
Anon out of the earth a fabric huge
Rose, like an exhalation.
What are these
So wither'd and so wild in their attire,
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on 't?
How gladly would I meet
Mortality my sentence, and be earth
Insensible! how glad would lay me down
As in my mother's lap!
I 'll example you with thievery:
The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief,
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun;
The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
The moon into salt tears; the earth's a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen
From general excrement: each thing's a thief.
Jove weighs affairs of earth in dubious scales,
And the good suffers while the bad prevails.
Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, is Mount Zion, . . . the city of the great King.
The kindly fruits of the earth.
Falstaff sweats to death,
And lards the lean earth as he walks along.
Earth laughs in flowers to see her boastful boys
Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs;
Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet
Clear of the grave.
Lay her i' the earth:
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring!
Some feelings are to mortals given
With less of earth in them than heaven.
Upon my burned body lie lightly, gentle earth.
She was a form of life and light
That seen, became a part of sight,
And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye,
The morning-star of memory!
Yes, love indeed is light from heaven;
A spark of that immortal fire
With angels shared, by Alla given,
To lift from earth our low desire.
"The earth loveth the shower," and "the holy ether knoweth what love is." The Universe, too, loves to create whatsoever is destined to be made.
In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin,—his control
Stops with the shore.
And nothing can we call our own but death
And that small model of the barren earth
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise;
My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.
Alas for love, if thou wert all,
And naught beyond, O Earth!
O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:
For nought so vile that on the earth doth live
But to the earth some special good doth give,
Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
And vice sometimes by action dignified.
Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth;
While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
She was good as she was fair,
None—none on earth above her!
As pure in thought as angels are:
To know her was to love her.
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,—
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
The first man is of the earth, earthy.
'T was whisper'd in heaven, 't was mutter'd in hell,
And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell;
On the confines of earth 't was permitted to rest,
And the depths of the ocean its presence confess'd.
And to his eye
There was but one beloved face on earth,
And that was shining on him.
There is
One great society alone on earth:
The noble living and the noble dead.
Foul deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
The thirsty earth soaks up the rain,
And drinks, and gapes for drink again;
The plants suck in the earth, and are
With constant drinking fresh and fair.
Gave
His body to that pleasant country's earth,
And his pure soul unto his captain Christ,
Under whose colours he had fought so long.
The poetry of earth is never dead.
A power is passing from the earth.
Earth proudly wears the Parthenon
As the best gem upon her zone.
The Lord reigneth; let the earth rejoice.
Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted?
A youth to whom was given
So much of earth, so much of heaven.
The thirsty earth soaks up the rain,
And drinks, and gapes for drink again;
The plants suck in the earth, and are
With constant drinking fresh and fair.
Earth sounds my wisdom and high heaven my fame.
And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
Was parmaceti for an inward bruise;
And that it was great pity, so it was,
This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
So cowardly; and but for these vile guns,
He would himself have been a soldier.
Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated needs but to be seen;
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot
Which men call earth.
Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off;
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
And falls on the other.
This earth that bears thee dead
Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
The best of men
That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer;
A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit,
The first true gentleman that ever breathed.
Venice once was dear,
The pleasant place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,—
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god!
Even such is time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our 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.
But from this earth, this grave, this dust,
My God shall raise me up, I trust!
This is the last of earth! I am content.
There swift return
Diurnal, merely to officiate light
Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.
Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare,
And shot my being through earth, sea, and air,
Possessing all things with intensest love,
O Liberty! my spirit felt thee there.
Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest.
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in sure and certain hope of the resurrection.
To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods?
What more felicitie can fall to creature
Than to enjoy delight with libertie,
And to be lord of all the workes of Nature,
To raine in th' aire from earth to highest skie,
To feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature.
Little deeds of kindness, little words of love,
Help to make earth happy like the heaven above.
Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,—
The eternal years of God are hers;
But Error, wounded, writhes with pain,
And dies among his worshippers.
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say, "Behold!"
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.
Here rests his head upon the lap of earth,
A youth to fortune and to fame unknown:
Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep.
The earth was made so various, that the mind
Of desultory man, studious of change
And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.
In the morning of the world,
When earth was nigher heaven than now.
I am going the way of all the earth.
O great corrector of enormous times,
Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider
Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood
The earth when it is sick, and curest the world
O' the pleurisy of people!
O happy earth,
Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!
Whose game was empires and whose stakes were thrones,
Whose table earth, whose dice were human bones.
Earth with her thousand voices praises God.
Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime
Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl,
When Adam wak'd, so custom'd; for his sleep
Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.
