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Now sheath’d is the Sword that wa… The Tempest of Slaughter and Ter… Old ALBION her Neighbour all s… For the OLIVE of PEACE blooms… Beam on the day,
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe inc… Awoke one night from a deep dream… And saw, within the moonlight in h… Making it rich, and like a lily in… An angel writing in a book of gold…
How sweet it were, if without feeb… Or dying of the dreadful beauteous… An angel came to us, and we could… To see him issue from the silent a… At evening in our room, and bend o…
King Francis was a hearty king, a… And one day as his lions fought, s… The nobles filled the benches, and… And 'mongst them sat the Count de… And truly ’twas a gallant thing to…
It is a lofty feeling, yet a kind, Thus to be topped with leaves;—to… Of honour-shaded thought,—an influ… As from great nature’s fingers, an… With her old, sacred, verdurous iv…
Huzza, my boys! our friends the D… Our good old friends, and burst th… Aye, and have done it without bloo… Like men, to sense as well as free… The moment, I’ll be sworn, that O…
Robin and his merry men : Lived just like the birds; They had almost as many tracks as… : And whistles and songs as words. Up they were with the earliest sig…
Robin Hood’s mother, these twelve… Has been gone from her earthly hom… And Robin has paid, he scarce kne… A sum for a noble tomb. The church-yard lies on a woody hi…
It lies before me there, and my ow… Stirs its thin outer threads, as t… The living head I stood in honour… Talking of lovely things that conq… Perhaps he pressed it once, or und…
It flows through old hushed Egypt… Like some grave mighty thought thr… And times and things, as in that v… Keeping along it their eternal sta… Caves, pillars, pyramids, the shep…
It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are w… After the silver showers. The green leaves they looked green…
One day there fell in great Benar… A wondrous plate of gold, whereon… ‘To him who loveth best, a gift fr… Thereat. The priests made proclamation: 'A…
Death is a road our dearest friend… Why with such leaders, fear to say… Its gate repels, lest it too soon… But turns in balm on the immortal… Mothers have passed it: fathers, c…
SLEEP breathes at last from out… My little patient boy; And balmy rest about thee Smooths off the day’s annoy. I sit me down, and think