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Well, World, you have kept faith… Kept faith with me; Upon the whole you have proved to… Much as you said you were. Since as a child I used to lie
A bird sings the selfsame song, With never a fault in its flow, That we listened to here those lon… Long years ago. A pleasing marvel is how
“Poor wanderer,” said the leaden s… “I fain would lighten thee, But there are laws in force on hig… Which say it must not be.” —"I would not freeze thee, shorn o…
Sunned in the South, and here to-… —If all organic things Be sentient, Flowers, as some men… What are your ponderings? How can you stay, nor vanish quite
PALE beech and pine-tree blue, Set in one clay, Bough to bough cannot you Bide out your day? When the rains skim and skip,
From the slow march and muffled dr… And crowds distrest, And book and bell, at length I ha… To my full rest. A ten years’ rule beneath the sun
Con the dead page as 'twere live l… Cold wisdom’s words will ease thy… Aye, go; cast off sweet ways, and… To biting blasts that are intent o… But if thy object Fame’s far summ…
To my native place Bent upon returning, Bosom all day burning To be where my race Well were known, ‘twas much with m…
(E. L. G.) BENEATH a knap where flown Nestlings play, Within walls of weathered stone, Far away
Here is the ancient floor, Footworn and hollowed and thin, Here was the former door Where the dead feet walked in. She sat here in her chair,
Who, then, was Cestius, And what is he to me? - Amid thick thoughts and memories m… One thought alone brings he. I can recall no word
IN vision I roamed the flashing… So fierce in blazon that the Nigh… As though with an awed sense of su… And as I thought my spirit ranged… In footless traverse through ghast…
Scene.—A wide stretch of fallow g… frozen to iron hardness. Three lar… and wistfully eyeing the surface.… dull grey. (Triolet)
Long have I framed weak phantasie… O Willer masked and dumb! Who makest Life become, - As though by labouring all-unknowi… Like one whom reveries numb.
Somewhere afield here something li… In Earth’s oblivious eyeless trus… That moved a poet to prophecies - A pinch of unseen, unguarded dust The dust of the lark that Shelley…