(Wordsworth)
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A tinker out of Bedford, A vagrant oft in quod, A private under Fairfax, A minister of God— Two hundred years and thirty
She dropped the bar, she shot the… For she heard a whimper under the… The fresh flame comforted the hut… And the Only Son lay down again a… The last ash fell from the withere…
AFTER the burial—parties leave And the baffled kites have fled; The wise hyænas come out at eve To take account of our dead. How he died and why he died
About the time that taverns shut And men can buy no beer, Two lads went up to the keepers’ h… To steal Lord Pelham’s deer. Night and the liquor was in their…
If Thought can reach to Heaven, On Heaven let it dwell, For fear the Thought be given Like power to reach to Hell. For fear the desolation
Delilah Aberyswith was a lady– no… With a perfect taste in dresses an… With a thirst for information, and… And a little house in Simla in th… By reason of her marriage to a gen…
BY THE well, where the bullocks… Silent and blind and slow— By the field where the young corn… In the face of the sultry skies, They have heard, as the dull Eart…
God of our fathers, known of old, Lord of our far—flung battle—line, Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine— Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet…
STRANGERS drawn from the ends… I was Lord of the Inca race, and… Under the stars beyond our stars w… Hotly we stormed Valhalla, a mill… Ever 'neath high Valhalla Hall th…
This is our lot if we live so long… Then we outlive the impatient year… And because we know we have breath… We shall assume that we are alive,… We shall not acknowledge that old…
I WAS the staunchest of our flee… Till the sea rose beneath our feet Unheralded, in hatred past all mea… Into his pits he stamped my crew, Buffeted, blinded, bound and threw…
VALOUR and Innocence Have latterly gone hence To certain death by certain shame… Envy—ah! even to tears!— The fortune of their years
THE eldest son bestrides him, And the pretty daughter rides him, And I meet him oft o’ mornings on… And there kindles in my bosom An emotion chill and gruesome
“These were never your true love’s… Why do you feign that you love the… You that broke from their constanc… And the wide calm brows above them… This was never your true love’s sp…
MY GARDEN blazes brightly with… And the köil sings above it, in th… From the creeper—covered trellis c… And the blue jay screams and flutt… But the rose has lost its fragranc…