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At the road’s end glimmer the stat… How small beneath the immense holl… Lonely and living silence! Air th… And tingled on the eyelids as we f… The long road stretched between th…
Time has stored all, but keeps his… In secret, beyond all our probe or… There flows the human story, vast… And here a muddy trickle smears th… The things our hearts remember mak…
If this were all!—A dream of drea… Ran through me; I watched the wav… Pale—crested out of hollows black, The hungry lift of helpless waves, A million million tossing graves,
Wide earth, wide heaven, and in th… Silence! The summit of the Down i… Between the climbing crests of woo… Great sea—winds, wont, when the we… To rock tall beeches and strong oa…
Caverns mouthed with blackness mor… Fever—jungle deep in strangling br… Venom—breeding slime that loathest… Who has plumbed your secret? who t… Hissing from the viper’s lifted ja…
Woe to him that has not known the… Who has not felt within him burnin… Of desolated bosoms, since the wor… Felt, as his own, the burden of th… Who has not eaten failure’s bitter…
As I walked through London, The fresh wound burning in my brea… As I walked through London, Longing to have forgotten, to hard… A sudden consolation, a softening…
When we are parted, the world ails… Life wants, the pulse of it falls… The wind stings, and the clouds ro… Wishes fly far as absent sails; And in the mind old mournful tales
In vain, in vain, in vain! Conqueror, you are conquered: thou… These bodies, heel on neck; and th… Out of them the exquisite last wre… They rise, they rise again,
The Toy—seller his idle wares Carefully ranges, side by side; With coveting soft earnest airs The children linger, open—eyed. His haunted soul from far away
Day begins cold and misty on soile… That frost has ridged and crusted.… Comes, then a shape emerges from t… Without haste, trudging tracks the… With his breath white upon the air…
Grief is like a child, Led with relentless hand By a strange nurse, whose face Seems never to have smiled, Whose onward gaze severe
I saw the Goddess of the Evening… Between two mountain pillars. Tal… Appeared her stature, and her outs… Laid on those luminous cold summit… Touching, and lingered. Earth was…
Tremulous out of that long darknes… Wast thou, O blossom, made Upon the wintry bough? What drew thee to appear, Like a thought in the mind,
Now in thy splendour go before us. Spirit of England, ardent-eyed, Enkindle this dear earth that bore… In the hour of peril purified. The cares we hugged drop out of vi…