Miscellaneous poemsHoughton, Mifflin, 1893 |
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... King of the East altho ' he seem , and girt With song and flame and fragrance , slowly lifts His golden feet on those empurpled stairs That climb into the windy halls of heaven : And here he glances on an eye new - born , And gets for ...
... King of the East altho ' he seem , and girt With song and flame and fragrance , slowly lifts His golden feet on those empurpled stairs That climb into the windy halls of heaven : And here he glances on an eye new - born , And gets for ...
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... kings , When , brooking not the Tarquin in her veins , She made her blood in sight of Collatine And all his peers , flushing the guiltless air , Spout from the maiden fountain in her heart . And from it sprang the Commonwealth , which ...
... kings , When , brooking not the Tarquin in her veins , She made her blood in sight of Collatine And all his peers , flushing the guiltless air , Spout from the maiden fountain in her heart . And from it sprang the Commonwealth , which ...
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... UST are our frames ; and , gilded dust , our pride DUST are our frames ; ment whole and sound ; Like that long - buried body of the king , Found lying with his urns and ornaments , Which at a touch of light , an air of 10 AYLMER'S FIELD .
... UST are our frames ; and , gilded dust , our pride DUST are our frames ; ment whole and sound ; Like that long - buried body of the king , Found lying with his urns and ornaments , Which at a touch of light , an air of 10 AYLMER'S FIELD .
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... king- Whose blazing wyvern weathercock'd the spire , Stood from his walls and wing'd his entry - gates And swang besides on many a windy sign— Whose eyes from under a pyramidal head Saw from his windows nothing save his own- What ...
... king- Whose blazing wyvern weathercock'd the spire , Stood from his walls and wing'd his entry - gates And swang besides on many a windy sign— Whose eyes from under a pyramidal head Saw from his windows nothing save his own- What ...
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... kings , or in the waste ' Repent ? ' Is not our own child on the narrow way , Who down to those that saunter in the broad Cries ' Come up hither , ' as a prophet to us ? Is there no stoning save with flint and rock ? Yes , as the dead ...
... kings , or in the waste ' Repent ? ' Is not our own child on the narrow way , Who down to those that saunter in the broad Cries ' Come up hither , ' as a prophet to us ? Is there no stoning save with flint and rock ? Yes , as the dead ...
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Page 42 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Page 87 - The wages of sin is death : if the wages of Virtue be dust, Would she have heart to endure for the life of the worm and the fly ? She desires no isles of the blest, no quiet seats of the just, To rest in a golden grove, or to bask in a summer sky : Give her the wages of going on, and not to die.
Page 58 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd. Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Page 233 - Thou that singest wheat and woodland, tilth and vineyard, hive and horse and herd; All the charm of all the Muses often flowering in a lonely word...
Page 79 - O WELL for him whose will is strong ! He suffers, but he will not suffer long ; He suffers, but he cannot suffer wrong : For him nor moves the loud world's random mock, Nor all Calamity's hugest waves confound, Who seems a promontory of rock, That, compass'd round with turbulent sound, In middle ocean meets the surging shock, Tempest-buffeted, citadel-crown'd. But ill for him who, bettering not with time, Corrupts the strength of heaven-descended Will, And ever weaker grows thro...
Page 99 - As when in heaven the stars about the moon Look beautiful, when all the winds are laid, And every height comes out, and jutting peak And valley, and the immeasurable heavens Break open to their highest, and all the stars Shine, and the Shepherd gladdens in his heart...
Page 88 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Page 48 - Lead out the pageant : sad and slow, As fits an universal woe, Let the long, long procession go, And let the sorrowing crowd about it grow, And let the mournful martial music blow; The last great Englishman is low.
Page 41 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger.
Page 54 - Colossal, seen of every land, And keep the soldier firm, the statesman pure : Till in all lands and thro' all human story The path of duty be the way to glory : And let the land whose hearths he saved from shame...