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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…
Because out of corruption burns th… And to corruption lovely cheeks de… Because with her right hand she he… Her left hand wrought, loth nor to… I praise indifferent Nature, affa…
Where is all the beauty that hath… Where the bloom? Dust on boundless wind? Grass dro… Shall Earth boast at last of all… All that suffered, all that triump…
The beeches towering high Greenly cloud the sky. The shadows all are green With living sun unseen. O wonderful the sound
Fall now, my cold thoughts, frozen… My sad thoughts, over my heart, To be the tender burial Of sweetness and of smart. Fall soft as the snow, when all me…
Shattered tower and desolated keep Darken; far below the river shines Under cliffs that round the twilig… Rock—rough headlands on the sky’s… Couch asleep.
Queen Venus on a day of cloud Forsook heaven’s argent palaces, Beneath the roofing vapours bowed And sought a promontory loud Far in the utmost seas.
The bread that’s broken when we ea… Tastes sweet. A sunbeam stealing… Seems as if spilled from something… Within me, wanting no word, or its… The word I wanted! Find we not ou…
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…
Seven years have flown like seven… Like seven days of shining weather… Since we, forsaking single ways, Trod earth and faced the skies tog… The old is new, the new is old,
Out of the pale night air, From wandering lone in the warm sc… The sighing, shadowy, bright solit… Of leafy glade, and the rough upla… To thee I come, a branch
Home from the wounds of Earth and… The marvel of her beauty and morni… She has taken, glorious with the d… Still on her thoughts, those thoug… Gleamed still or splendid, unafrai…
Gross, with protruding ears, Sleek hair, brisk glance, fleshy a… Red, full, and satisfied, Cased in obtuseness confident not… He sits at a little table
Hide me in your heart, Love, None but we can know How with every heart—beat Love could grow and grow Till the seed that branched abroad…
Destiny drives a crooked plough And sows a careless seed; Now through a heart she cuts, and… She helps a helpless need. To—night from London’s roaring se…