Miscellaneous poemsHoughton, Mifflin, 1893 |
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... thou , my poor Pierian maid , Decent at last , in Hayley's weeds arrayed , Than patch with frippery every tinsel line , And flaunt , admired , the Rag Fair of the Nine . " Tennyson , indignant at the brutal lines , which were accom ...
... thou , my poor Pierian maid , Decent at last , in Hayley's weeds arrayed , Than patch with frippery every tinsel line , And flaunt , admired , the Rag Fair of the Nine . " Tennyson , indignant at the brutal lines , which were accom ...
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... thou be'st of those who , far aloof From envy , hate and pity , and spite and scorn , Live the great life which all our greatest fain Would follow , centred in eternal calm . " Nay , if thou can'st , O Goddess , like ourselves Touch ...
... thou be'st of those who , far aloof From envy , hate and pity , and spite and scorn , Live the great life which all our greatest fain Would follow , centred in eternal calm . " Nay , if thou can'st , O Goddess , like ourselves Touch ...
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... Thou , Passionless bride , divine Tranquillity , Yearn'd after by the wisest of the wise , Who fail to find thee , being as thou art Without one pleasure and without one pain , Howbeit I know thou surely must be mine Or soon or late ...
... Thou , Passionless bride , divine Tranquillity , Yearn'd after by the wisest of the wise , Who fail to find thee , being as thou art Without one pleasure and without one pain , Howbeit I know thou surely must be mine Or soon or late ...
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... thou clothed thy God . Then came a Lord in no wise like to Baäl . The babe shall lead the lion . Surely now The ... thou behold thy God . Thou wilt not gash thy flesh for him ; for thine Fares richly , in fine linen , not a hair Ruffled ...
... thou clothed thy God . Then came a Lord in no wise like to Baäl . The babe shall lead the lion . Surely now The ... thou behold thy God . Thou wilt not gash thy flesh for him ; for thine Fares richly , in fine linen , not a hair Ruffled ...
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... thou numberest with the followers Of One who cried ' Leave all and follow me . ' Thee therefore with His light about thy feet , Thee with His message ringing in thine ears , Thee shall thy brother man , the Lord from Heaven , Born of a ...
... thou numberest with the followers Of One who cried ' Leave all and follow me . ' Thee therefore with His light about thy feet , Thee with His message ringing in thine ears , Thee shall thy brother man , the Lord from Heaven , Born of a ...
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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...