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Walter Harte
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Walter Harte
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Wednesday, June 17, 2026
Unconditional surrender
Gustave Doré
Death on the Pale Horse
(1865)
Surrender up to me thy captive breath;
My pow'r is nature's pow'r, my name is Death.
-- Walter Harte
Friday, July 26, 2024
'Tis The Silly Season
Both ways deceitful is the wine of pow'r;
When new 'tis heady, and when old 'tis sour.
-- Walter Harte
Saturday, July 7, 2018
Learn of me . . . my burden is light
Engraving by Jan Luyken of the narrow gate which leads to life
In days of poverty his heart was light;
He sung his hymns at morning, noon, and night.
-- Walter Harte
Monday, June 25, 2018
It takes a real genius to make poetry of a sow's pool
How ill mean neighbourhood your genius suits?
To live like Adam 'midst an herd of brutes!
-- Walter Harte
Sunday, April 29, 2018
In souls prepared . . .
In souls prepar'd, the passage is a breath
From time t'eternity, from life to death.
-- Walter Harte (1709-1774)
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