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Other loves may sink and settle, o… But I wander like a minstrel with… Though the harp be on my bosom, th… Still, my hope is all before me; f… In your strings is hid a music tha…
Then Bernard smiled at me, that I… But I had gazed already; caught t… Faced the unfathomable ray of rays Which to itself and by itself is t… Then was my vision mightier than m…
After one moment when I bowed my… And the whole world turned over an… And I came out where the old road… I walked the ways and heard what a… Forests of tongues, like autumn le…
It is customary to complain of the bustle and strenuousness of our epoch. But in truth the chief mark of our epoch is a profound laziness and fatigue; and the fact is that the real lazi...
There’s a sound of the flutes and… In the island of Nevercometrue; In a fire-lit isle in the seas of… Black with depth of blue; And the man that might have been…
From the Wood of the Old Wives’… They glittered out of the grey, And with all the Armies of Elf-la… I strove like a beast at bay; With only a right arm wearied,
The last chapter has been concerned with the contention that orthodoxy is not only (as is often urged) the only safe guardian of morality or order, but is also the only logical guardian...
“What of vile dust?” the preacher… Methought the whole world woke, The dead stone lived beneath my fo… And my whole body spoke. “You, that play tyrant to the dust…
Great God, that bowest sky and st… Bow down our towering thoughts to… And grant us in a faltering war The firm feet of humility. Lord, we that snatch the swords of…
Of old with a divided heart I saw my people’s pride expand, Since a man’s soul is torn apart By mother earth and fatherland. I knew, through many a tangled tal…
I do not cry, beloved, neither cur… Silence and strength, these two at… He gave me sun and stars and aught… But not a woman’s love; for that i… He sealed her heart from sage and…
He left his dust, by all the myria… Of yon dense millions trampled to… Or 'neath some cross forgotten lay… Where dark seas whiten on a lonely… He left his work, what all his lif…
A Book of verses underneath the b… Provided that the verses do not sc… A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and… Short-haired, all angles, looking… But let the wine be unfermented,…
The real trouble with this world of ours is not that it is an unreasonable world, nor even that it is a reasonable one. The commonest kind of trouble is that it is nearly reasonable, bu...
If I had been a Heathen, I’d have praised the purple vine, My slaves should dig the vineyards… And I would drink the wine. But Higgins is a Heathen,