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Where are you, Poets, that a Hero… Unsung? He who, when Duty brought… His billet of rest toiled on till… The countersign of Glory? There h… And in the silence of your poesies
Fiddler loquitur Heigho, fiddlestick, fiddlestick,… Heigho, fiddlestick, fiddle for a… Heigh, pretty Kitty! heigh, jolly… Up with the heels, girls! fling, l…
Come hither an’ sit on my knee, W… Come hither an’ sit on my knee, An’ list while I tell how your br… Fechtin’ for you an’ for me: Fechtin’ for you an’ for me, Will…
And as I mused on all we call our… And (in the words their passionate… Expressing this late world for whi… And prayed) said, lifting up my he… ‘Ne quibus diis immortalibus,’-one
Doth this hand live? Trust not a… My country! Smite that cheek; the… But of the clay! no flush of shame… This is the smell o’ the grave. L… And see that brow. Lo! how the de…
Oh the wold, the wold, Oh the wold, the wold! Oh the winter stark, Oh the level dark, On the wold, the wold, the wold!
When we all lie still Where churchyard pines their funer… Thou shalt rise up early While the dews are deep; Thee the earliest bird shall rouse
‘Ho, Sailor of the sea! How’s my boy—my boy?’ ‘What’s your boy’s name, good wife… And in what good ship sailed he?’ ‘My boy John—
The Laird is dead, the laird is d… An’ dead is cousin John, His henchmen ten, an’ his sax merr… Forbye the steward’s son. An’ his ain guid gray that he stro…
Said Sculptor to immaculate marbl… Thine essence; into necessary spac… Most pure describe thine unshaped… And lo this Image! As a bubble bl… Swiftly her charms, dilating, went…
How shall I sing? the thing I cra… To say is speechless as a Lover’s… How shall I give to thee What even now is all so wholly thi… That but by losing thee in me
’Twas in that island summer where They spin the morning gossamer, And weave the evening mist, That, underneath the hawthorn-tree… I loved my love, and my love loved…
My Love, my Lord, I think the toil of glorious day i… I see thee leaning on thy jewelled… And a light-hearted child of Fran… Is dancing to thee in the sun,
Ten heads and twenty hearts! so th… Having more room and verge, and st… The cage that galls us into consci… Might drown the rings and ripples… In the smooth deep of being: plena…
Look on this flower, which, from i… Of bodily stem and branches and le… Leans lovelier, being toucht, and… A Rose, a Rose, a Rose! and, tho… Senses praise it triply unto thee,