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The thick lids of Night closed up… Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race - Many—caverned, bald, wrinkled of f… And with darkness and silence the…
It was your way, my dear, To be gone without a word When callers, friends, or kin Had left, and I hastened in To rejoin you, as I inferred.
I found her out there On a slope few see, That falls westwardly To the sharp-edged air, Where the ocean breaks
THREE captains went to Indian w… And only one returned: Their mate of yore, he singly wore The laurels all had earned. At home he sought the ancient aisl…
Between us now and here - Two thrown together Who are not wont to wear Life’s flushest feather - Who see the scenes slide past,
I come across from Mellstock whil… To behold where I lived with you… I shall go in the gray, at the pas… And need no setting open of the lo… As before.
THE sun had wheeled from Grey’s… And still I mused on that Thing i… At length I sought the High-stree… The level flare raked pane and ped… And my wrecked face, and shaped my…
We walked where Victor Jove was s… And passed to Livia’s rich red mu… Whence, thridding cave and Cripto… We gained Caligula’s dissolving p… And each ranked ruin tended to beg…
Under a daisied bank There stands a rich red ruminating… And hard against her flank A cotton-hooded milkmaid bends her… The flowery river-ooze
By Corporal Tullidge. See “The… In Memory of S. C. (Pensioner).… WE trenched, we trumpeted and dru… And from our mortars tons of iron… Ath’art the ditch, the month we bo…
When moiling seems at cease In the vague void of night-time, And heaven’s wide roomage stormles… Between the dusk and light-time, And fear at last is formless,
Its roots are bristling in the air Like some mad Earth-god’s spiny h… The loud south-wester’s swell and… Smote it at midnight, and it fell. Thus ends the tree
Here, where Vespasian’s legions s… And Cerdic with his Saxons entere… And Henry’s army leapt afloat to… Convincing triumphs over neighbour… Vaster battalions press for furthe…
WHEN, soul in soul reflected, We breathed an æthered air, When we neglected All things elsewhere, And left the friendly friendless
Plunging and labouring on in a tid… Dolorous and dear, Forward I pushed my way as amid w… Stretching around, Through whose eddies there glimmer…