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Here, where we stood together, we… Before the war had swept us to the… Three thousand miles away, I stan… And hear the bells, and breathe, a… We trod the same path, to the self…
I hold that when a person dies His soul returns again to earth; Arrayed in some new flesh-disguise Another mother gives him birth. With sturdier limbs and brighter b…
Be with me, Beauty, for the fire… My dog and I are old, too old for… Man, whose young passion sets the… Is soon too lame to march, too col… I take the book and gather to the…
Quinquireme of Nineveh from dista… Rowing home to haven in sunny Pal… With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet w…
Out beyond the sunset could I but… Is a sleepy blue laguna which wide… And there’s the Blessed City &mda… The Golden City of St. Mary. It’s built of fair marble &mdash w…
I have seen dawn and sunset on moo… Coming in solemn beauty like slow… I have seen the lady April bringi… Bringing the springing grass and t… I have heard the song of the bloss…
Four bells were struck, the watch… All work aboard was over for the h… And some men sang and others playe… Or mended clothes or watched the s… The bursting west was like an open…
It’s a warm wind, the west wind, f… I never hear the west wind but tea… For it comes from the west lands,… And April’s in the west wind, and… It’s a fine land, the west land, f…
NOT of the princes and prelates w… Riding triumphantly laurelled to l… Rather the scorned—the rejected—th… The men of the tattered battalion… Dazed with the dust of the battle,…
I must go down to the seas again,… And all I ask is a tall ship and… And the wheel’s kick and the wind’… And a grey mist on the sea’s face,… I must go down to the seas again,…
I never see the red rose crown the… Nor feel the young grass underneat… Without the thought “This living… Is earth’s remembrance of a beauty… Surely where all this glory is dis…
Friends and loves we have none, no… But the hope of the City of God a… Not for us are content, and quiet,… For we go seeking a city that we s… There is no solace on earth for us…
Mother Carey? She’s the mother o’… 'N’ all them sort o’ rips; She’s a fine gell to look at, but… She’s a sight too fond of ships; She lives upon an iceberg to the n…
Silent are the woods, and the dim… Hushed in the twilight: yonder, in… The apple orchard, is a tired plou… Calling the cows home. A bright white star blinks, the pa…
Long long ago, when all the glitte… Was heaven itself, when drunkards… Were like mazed kings shaking at g… To acts of war that sickle men lik… When the white clover opened Para…