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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!
Book I ‘O from the dungeon of this flesh… At last, and to have peace,’ Porp… Inly tormented, as with pain he to… Before his dwelling in the Syrian…
Ezekiel in the Valley of Dry Bon… Heard the word of the Lord comman… ‘Prophesy to these bones, that the… There was a noise and a shaking; a… Clove together, and sinew and fles…
There is threat in the wind, and a… of water that swells Swift in the hollow: about me a shadow is thrown; For above is no valley sequestered
Blacker the night grows ere the da… Keener the cost, and fiercer yet t… But hark! above the thunder and th… A trumpet blowing splendid through… It is the challenge of our dead un…
Move onward, Time, and bring us s… From this self—clouding turmoil wh… On others’ errands driven continua… O lead us to our own souls, ere we… We toil for that we love not; thou…
My spirit was like the lonely air Before night, Like hovering cloud that’s melted… In the late light, When slow the vast earth—shadows r…
Beautiful, cold, freshness of ligh… The black masts, mirrored with the… The hill—gloom and the sleeping wh… Up magical faint heights of fading… I hear the waves, on the long shin…
Out of the Forest into a terrible… Of noon, the pinnacles of the temp… Stone Faces, immense in carven ru… Above the trembling of giant trees… Stone Faces, of secret and eterna…
The Genius of an hour that fading… Resigned to wide—haired Night’s i… Stole me apart, I knew not where… And from my sense ravished the wor… Rose in my view a visionary ground…
Soars still thy spirit, Child of… Dost hear the camps of Europe hum… On eagle wings dost hover nigher At the far rolling of the drum? To see the harvest thou hast sown
O love, in whose heart—murmured na… Is charm against life’s endless wr… Since all the untuned world became In you a song! I bring not only all I wrought
Low is laid Arthur’s head, Unknown earth above him mounded; By him sleep his splendid knights, With whose names the world resound… Ruined glories! flown delights,
Why hurt so hard by little pricks, By chasing cares so clouded over, Heart of mine? Holding what no storm can unfix Nor time corrupt, O tender lover!
Night smiles on me with her stars, Mystic, pure, enchanted, lone. Light, that only heaven discloses, Is in heaven that no cloud mars; Here, through murmuring darkness b…