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Peace in smooth summer hour Paces the seas awhile; But Peace has built her tower Upon this chosen isle. Scarcely a ripple stirs
Out of the Forest into a terrible… Of noon, the pinnacles of the temp… Stone Faces, immense in carven ru… Above the trembling of giant trees… Stone Faces, of secret and eterna…
Do kings put faith in fortressed w… Their cities’ gates, as strong to… The constancy of friends is strong… Are lilies pure, that in some vale… Unplucked have blossomed and unpra…
What wouldst thou with me? By wha… My spirit allure, absorb, compel? The last long beam that thou didst… Is buried now on evening’s brink. The garden’s leafy alleys lone,
By old blanched fibres of gaunt iv… The hollow crag towers under noon’… Ribbed ledges, lizard—haunted cran… Cushioned with stone—crop and with… Cool that clear shadow from the ou…
Through storm—blown gloom the subt… Shapes of tumultuous, ghostly clou… Trailing a dark shower from hill—d… Dawn, desolate in its majesty, is… But ere the wayside trees show lea…
Your hearts are lifted up, your he… That have foreknown the utter pric… Your hearts burn upward like a fla… Of splendour and of sacrifice. For you, you too, to battle go,
The rain was ending, and light Lifting the leaden skies. It shone upon ceiling and floor And dazzled a child’s eyes. Pale after fever, a captive
When I am only I, The secret battle—ground Of world and will, wherein Self is so strictly bound, Then am I condemned;
Cedars, that high upon the untrodd… Of Lebanon stretch out their stub… Through all the tempests of seven… Fast in their ancient place, where… Over the Syrian plains and faint…
No sound in all the mountains, all… Yet hush! one delicate sound, minu… Makes the immense Silence draw mo… Some secret ripple of running wate… As a delight that hides from alien…
O summer sun, O moving trees! O cheerful human noise, O busy gl… What hour shall Fate in all the f… Or what delights, ever to equal th… Only to taste the warmth, the ligh…
The Mother to her brooding breast Her shrouded baby closely holds, A stationary shadow, drest In shadow, falling folds on folds. With gesture motionless as Night
A far look in absorbed eyes, unawa… Of what some gazer thrills to gath… Happy voice, singing to itself apa… That pulses new blood through a li… Bowed fortitude; and in an hour of…
By white St. Martin’s, where the… And plashed unheard in the busy mo… March, with rippling shadow and su… Laughing riotous round the gusty s… From frail narcissus heaped in bas…