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To die be given us, or attain! Fierce work it were, to do again. So pilgrims, bound for Mecca, pra… At burning noon: so warriors said, Scarf’d with the cross, who watch’…
What mortal, when he saw, Life’s voyage done, his heavenly… Could ever yet dare tell him fearl… ‘I have kept uninfring’d my nature… The inly-written chart thou gavest…
Yes: in the sea of life enisl’d, With echoing straits between us th… Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone. The islands feel the enclasping fl…
AS the kindling glances, Queen-like and clear, Which the bright moon lances From her tranquil sphere At the sleepless waters
Artist, whose hand, with horror wi… From the rank life of towns this l… The prodigy of full-blown crime am… Valleys and men to middle fortune… Not innocent, indeed, yet not forl…
Because thou hast believ’d, the wh… Stand never idle, but go always ro… Not by their hands, who vex the pa… Mov’d only; but by genius, in the… Of all its chafing torrents after…
So on the floor lay Balder dead;… Lay thickly strewn swords, axes, d… Which all the Gods in sport had i… At Balder, whom no weapon pierced… But in his breast stood fixt the f…
AFFECTIONS, Instincts, Princ… Impulse and Reason, Freedom and… So men, unravelling God’s harmoni… Rend in a thousand shreds this lif… Vain labour! Deep and broad, wher…
AND the first grey of morning fil… And the fog rose out of the Oxus… But all the Tartar camp along the… Was hush’d, and still the men were… Sohrab alone, he slept not; all ni…
Through the black, rushing smoke-b… Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O Apollo!
In this fair stranger’s eyes of gr… Thine eyes, my love, I see. I shudder: for the passing day Had borne me far from thee. This is the curse of life! that no…
The Castle Down the Savoy valleys sounding, Echoing round this castle old, 'Mid the distant mountain-chalets Hark! what bell for church is toll…
In * the cedar shadow sleeping, Where cool grass and fragrant gloo… Oft at noon have lur’d me, creepin… From your darken’d palace rooms: I, who in your train at morning…
A region desolate and wild, Black, chafing water: and afloat, And lonely as a truant child In a waste wood, a single boat: No mast, no sails are set thereon;
Crouch’d on the pavement close by… A tramp I saw, ill, moody, and to… A babe was in her arms, and at her… A girl; their clothes were rags, t… Some labouring men, whose work lay…