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Page 194 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! 10 And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Page 193 - I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Page 254 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.
Page 113 - I wish that he were come to me, For he will come,' she said. 'Have I not prayed in Heaven? - on earth, Lord, Lord, has he not pray'd?
Page 189 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Page 133 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade ! " Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Page 187 - Spite of this flesh to-day I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole!" As the bird wings and sings, Let us cry, "All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!
Page 185 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made : Our times are in His hand Who saith "A whole I planned, "Youth shows but half; trust God: see all nor be afraid!
Page 127 - Lights shine in the town. She will start from her slumber When gusts shake the door; She will hear the winds howling, Will hear the waves roar. We shall see, while above us The waves roar and whirl, A ceiling of amber, A pavement of pearl. Singing : " Here came a mortal, But faithless was she. And alone dwell for ever The kings of the sea.