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When leaves broke out on the wild… And bells for matins rung, Sorrow came to the old friar –Hundreds of years ago it was! – And May came to the young.
How like the sky she bends above h… One with the great horizon of her… No sob from our low seas where woe… No weeping cloud, no momentary rai… Can mar the heaven-high visage of…
In a glade of an elfin forest When Sussex was Eden-new, I came on an elvish painter And watched as his picture grew, A harebell nodded beside him.
Here Freedom stood by slaughte… And, ere the wrath paled or that s… Looked through the ages; then, wit… Laid them to wait that future, sid… (Lines for a monument to the Amer…
With shadowy pen I write, Till time be done, Good news of some strange light, Some far off sun.
‘_And that a reply be received bef… _British Ultimatum_. Their Day was at twelve of the ni… When the graves give up their dead… And still, from the City, no ligh…
THE very best ship that ever I k… —Ah—way O, to me O– Was a big black trawler with a dee… Sing, my bullies, let the bullgine… There was one old devil with a bro…
OUT of her darkened fishing-ports… A fleet of little ships, whose eve… Daffodil, Sea-lark, Rose and Surf
How few are they that voyage throu… On that eternal quest, For that strange light beyond our… That rest beyond our rest. And they who, seeking beauty, once…
O, once, by Cuckmere Haven, I heard a sailor sing Of shores beyond the sunset, And lands of lasting spring, Of blue lagoons and palm trees
In the light of the silent stars t… In the weary cry of the wind and t… Under the breath of laughter, deep… I hear the Loom of the Weaver tha… The leaves of the winter wither an…
(It is supposed that Shadow-of-a-… more ancient sense of ‘beautiful.’… As along a dark pine-bough, in sle… The moon lay to listen, above the… In a deep dreaming wood that is ol…
PART ONE THE wind was a torrent of darknes… The moon was a ghostly galleon tos… The road was a ribbon of moonlight… And the highwayman came riding—
When daffodils danced in Chuck Ha… Drew their own shadowy purple acro… Darkening the valley where the sma… The Saxon built stood roofless to… Believe me, Memory, it was not a…
The great roads are all grown over That seemed so firm and white. The deep black forests have covere… How should I walk aright? How should I thread these tangled…