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To die be given us, or attain! Fierce work it were, to do again. So pilgrims, bound for Mecca, pra… At burning noon: so warriors said, Scarf’d with the cross, who watch’…
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul.
Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again. For then the night will more than… The hopeless longing of the day. Come, as thou cam’st a thousand ti…
Set where the upper streams of Si… Was the Palladium, high 'mid rock… And Hector was in Ilium, far belo… And fought, and saw it not—but the… It stood, and sun and moonshine ra…
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither’d leaves, and the elms, Fade into dimness apace,
Each on his own strict line we mov… And some find death ere they find… So far apart their lives are throw… From the twin soul that halves the… And sometimes, by still harder fat…
Go, for they call you, shepherd, f… Go, shepherd, and untie the wattle… No longer leave thy wistful flock… Nor let thy bawling fellows rack t… Nor the cropp’d herbage shoot anot…
‘In harmony with Nature’? Restles… Who with such heat dost preach wha… When true, the last impossibility; To be like Nature strong, like Na… Know, man hath all which Nature h…
How changed is here each spot man… In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps… The village street its haunted man… And from the sign is gone Sibylla… And from the roofs the twisted chi…
SAY, what blinds us, that we clai… Of possessing powers not our share… Since man woke on earth, he knows… But, before we woke on earth, we w… Long, long since, undower’d yet, o…
Foil’d by our fellow-men, depress’… We leave the brutal world to take… And, Patience! in another life, w… The world shall be thrust down, an… And will not, then, the immortal a…
Ye storm-winds of Autumn Who rush by, who shake The window, and ruffle The gleam-lighted lake; Who cross to the hill-side
“Not by the justice that my father… Not for the thousands whom my fath… Altars unfed and temples overturn’… Cold hearts and thankless tongues,… Fell this dread voice from lips th…
Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; a… The sunshine in the happy glens is… And by the sea, and in the brakes.
The evening comes, the fields are… The tinkle of the thirsty rill, Unheard all day, ascends again; Deserted is the half-mown plain, Silent the swaths! the ringing wai…