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He turned to me with his kind, sle… And fresh face slowly brightening… That sets my memory back to summer… With twenty runs to make, and last… He told me he’d been having a bloo…
I’ve had a good bump round; my lit… Refused the brook first time, Then jumped it prime; And ran out at the double, But of course
Along the wind—swept platform, pin… The travellers stand in pools of w… Offering themselves to morn’s long… The train’s due; porters trundle l… The train steams in, volleying res…
Leave not your bough, my slender s… But pipe me now your roundelay com… Come, gentle breeze, and tarrying… Whisper my trees what you have see… Stand, golden cloud, until my song…
He staggered in from night and fro… And lampless streets: he’d guzzled… And drunk till he was dazed. And… To hear—he couldn’t call to mind t… But he’d been given a ticket for t…
I keep such music in my brain No din this side of death can quel… Glory exulting over pain, And beauty, garlanded in hell. My dreaming spirit will not heed
When old Noah stared across the f… Sky and water melted into one Looking—glass of shifting tides an… Mountain—tops were few: the ship w… All the morn old Noah marvelled g…
He drowsed and was aware of silenc… Round him, unshaken as the steadfa… Aqueous like floating rays of ambe… Soaring and quivering in the wings… Silence and safety; and his mortal…
Ring your sweet bells; but let the… To the green—vista’d gladness of t… That changed us into soldiers; swi… To a joyful chime; but let it be t… What means this metal in windy bel…
His wet white face and miserable e… Brought nurses to him more than gr… But hoarse and low and rapid rose… His troubled voice: he did the bus… The ward grew dark; but he was sti…
I Stood with the Dead, so forsake… When dawn was grey I stood with t… And my slow heart said, ‘You must… ’Soldier, soldier, morning is red’… On the shapes of the slain in thei…
They know not the green leaves; In whose earth—haunting dream Dimly the forest heaves, And voiceless goes the stream. Strangely they seek a place
There stood a Poplar, tall and st… The fair, round Moon, uprisen lat… Made the long shadow on the grass A ghostly bridge ’twixt heaven and… But May, with slumbrous nights, m…
They threw me from the gates: my m… Was dank with dungeon wetness; my… O’erlaid with marish agues: everyw… Tortured by leaping pangs of frost… So hideous was I that even Lazaru…
His headstrong thoughts that once… Leapt sure from eye to brain and b… Weaving unconscious tapestries of… Are now thrust inward, dungeoned f… And he who has watched his world a…