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“Men know but little more than we, Who count us least of things terre… How happy days are made to be! “Of such strange tidings what thin… O birds in brown that peck and pre…
At last I entered a long dark gal… Catacomb—lined; and ranged at the… Were the bodies of men from far an… Who, motion past, were nevertheles… “The sense of waiting here strikes…
Somewhere afield here something li… In Earth’s oblivious eyeless trus… That moved a poet to prophecies - A pinch of unseen, unguarded dust The dust of the lark that Shelley…
In his early days he was quite sur… When she told him she was compromi… By meetings and lingerings at his… And thinking not of herself but hi… While she lifted orbs aggrieved an…
Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk, With an old horse that stumbles an… Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame
When the wasting embers redden the… And Life’s bare pathway looms lik… And from hall and parlour the livi… My perished people who housed them… They come and seat them around in…
'Man, you too, aren’t you, one of… All hanging hereabout to gather ho… Examination in the hall.' She flu… The shabby figure standing at the… Who warmed them by its flare.
While the far farewell music thins… And the broad bottoms rip the bear… All smalling slowly to the gray se… And each significant red smoke-sha… Keen sense of severance everywhere…
I said to Love, “It is not now as in old days When men adored thee and thy ways All else above; Named thee the Boy, the Bright, t…
Where once we danced, where once w… Gentlemen, The floors are sunken, cobwebs han… And cracks creep; worms have fed u… The doors. Yea, sprightlier times…
THIS love puts all humanity from… I can but maledict her, pray her d… For giving love and getting love o… Feeding a heart that else mine own… How much I love I know not, life…
Once more the cauldron of the sun Smears the bookcase with winy red, And here my page is, and there my… And the apple-tree shadows travel… Soon their intangible track will b…
When of tender mind and body I was moved by minstrelsy, And that strain “The Bridge of L… Brought a strange delight to me… In the battle-breathing jingle
‘A woman never agreed to it!’ said… 'That one thing she’d refuse to do… No woman ever will make herself lo… I did not answer; but I thought,… It took a rare one, true, to do it…
Hereto I come to interview a ghos… Whither, O whither will its whim… Up the cliff, down, till I’m lone… And the unseen waters’ ejaculation… Where you will next be there’s no…