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Where is the land that fathered, n… The sap of a strong race into your… Land of wide tilth, of farms and g… Of old towers chiming over peacefu… It is become a vision, barred away
Burned from the ore’s rejected d… The iron whitens in the heat. With plangent strokes of pain and… The hammers on the iron beat. Searched by the fire, through deat…
O’er the round throat her little h… Its gay delight upbuoys: A harebell in the breeze of June Hath such melodious poise; And chiming with her heart, my hea…
Grief is like a child, Led with relentless hand By a strange nurse, whose face Seems never to have smiled, Whose onward gaze severe
He stands on high in the torch—gla… With planted feet, with lifted axe… Behind, a gulf of crimsoned air; Beneath, the old wall that gapes a… Tossed fragments crash to dust and…
Dear is the newly won, But O far dearer the for ever los… He that at utmost cost His utmost deed hath done The lost one to recover, and in va…
Lament no more, my heart, lament n… Though all these clouds have cover… And thou, so far from shore, Art baffled in mid flight; Still proudly as in joy through so…
When we said 'I am thine’ and ‘I… We were as children crying a delig… Their hearts indeed divine But cannot understand The perfect wholeness of its depth…
On that long day when England hel… Suddenly gripped at heart And called to choose her part Between her loyal soul and luring… We watched the wide, green—bosomed…
Not yet a bough to bud may dare On the naked tree. Yet happy leaves in the bough prep… And could I see Far as a soaring bird, I know
By white St. Martin’s, where the… And plashed unheard in the busy mo… March, with rippling shadow and su… Laughing riotous round the gusty s… From frail narcissus heaped in bas…
Spring has leapt into Summer. A glory has gone from the green. The flush of the poplar has sobere… The flame in the leaf of the lime… But I am thinking of the young me…
To R. G. R. and H. P. P. Let not the mind, that would have… Too much repose on former joy, Nor in pourtraying past delight Her needed, active power employ!
When the long—clouded spirit of E… Life from Greek springs, frost co… And old truth shone like fresh daw… Our Founder sowed his pregnant se… No crabbed rule but rather chose a…
A grinding swerve, a hissing spurt… And then a droning through the dir… The tram glides on its wonted way Of everyday, of everyday. Past every corner still the same