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When I was but a little boy Who hunted in the wood To scare or mangle or destroy A freakish elemental joy That tasted life and found it good
The seeking souls, by baleful fire… Torn by entrapping brambles, thirs… Hear on the lonely waste the steal… And half-held breath of glaring be… Then soft hands lead them where th…
Dearest, when I left your side, I stood a moment, hesitating, And plunged. The boiling tide Of darkness took me, and down I w… Swift as a bird with folded wing,
Spring, and the wispy clouds that… And draw the ecstatic soul in pain… In maddening flight through heaven… To melt in rapture at the heart of… The powers of the world that promi…
OUR little queen of dreams, Our image of delight, Which whitens east and gleams And beckons from the height, Takes on her human form—is here in…
What of these tender feet That have never toddled yet? What dances shall they beat, With what red vintage wet? In what wild way will they march o…
While the summer day is hot You and I will loaf awhile, Lolling in a leafy spot, Lali of the cunning smile. You and I have little care
Eternal cold of silence, where eac… Dies in its birth, and Death’s pa… With soft Lethean traps unwary fe… Or ride with hell’s white steed an… Which of us, searching selfward, h…
From every quarter we, Who bent the trembling knee And cowered or grovelled prostrate… Now come once more to sing A dirge before thee, King,
Lonely wonder, delight past hoping… Sky-line broken by stirring trees, Grey rocks hither and shoreward sl… Silent bracken about my knees. Dusky scrub where the sunlight spl…
One very rough day on the Pride o… In the scuppers a poor little cabi… When the Bosun drew nigh with wra… And gave him a kick to remember hi… As he cried with a sneer: “What g…
Behind us lay the homely shore With youthful memories aureoled; A sky of dazzling blue before, We sailed a sea of molten gold. To our old haven we return;
The spell of Shakespeare fills th… With earthly music loud and low; But Marlowe drives the clouds apa… And through their thundering rifts…
And can you tell me Love is blind Because your faults he will not fi… Because the image that he sees Is one of splendid mysteries? And if he lack the power to look
Not till the sun, that brings to b… The myriad marvels of the earth And bids us look with wandering ey… On all that here about us lies, Has gone behind the hill,