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Beneath that grievous cry
"Dickens is dead!" Distrust that word
Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time.
Each on his own strict line we move
Fair is her cottage
Fair is our lot
Fair ship that from the Italian shore
Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies
Fill the cup, and fill the can
From strength to strength, from love to love
Go away, Death.
God of our fathers, known of old.
God send me tears!
Green fields of England!
Hark! what dancing footsteps fall
Hapless doom of woman
He hears with gladdened heart the thunder
He holds a dubious balance.
He will achieve his greatness
How far thro' all the bloom and brake
How light it moves, how softly!
I ask thee for a kiss no more
I chide with thee not
I come from haunts of coot and hern
I hear the noise about thy keel
I hid my heart in a nest of roses
I looked upon the world and saw
I too have suffered; yet I know
I wage not any feud with Death
If she but knew that I am weeping
In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes.
In youth the artist voweth lover's VOWS
Joy has not found her yet, nor ever will.
Last, as by some one deathbed after wail
Let praise devote thy work, and skill employ
Love flew in at the window
Love, strong as Death, is dead
Loitering and leaping .
Man, thoughtless man, whose moments quickly fly
My fairest child, I have no song to give you
Now first we stand and understand
O born in days when wits were fresh and clear
O scorner of the party cry
O sweetest face of all the faces
O to be up and doing, O
Of all my verse like not a single line
Once more the Heavenly Power
Peace and her huge invasion to these shores
Put forth thy leaf, thou lofty plane
Quenched is the lamp, ev'n in its flickering dear
Raise the light, my page! that I may see her .
Risest thou thus dim dawn again
She loved the Autumn, I the Spring
Spare them your pity; 'tis unmeet
Still glides the stream, slow drops the boat
Sweet mistress of the ivory keys
Sweetest sweets that Time has rifled
Sudden the desert changes
Summer is coming, summer is coming
Tell me not now, if love for love.
'Tis well: 'tis something; we may stand
The beasts in field are glad
The carven pillars of the trees
The hawk slipt out of the pine
That man is surely in the wrong
The moon and stars were overhead
The night has a thousand eyes
The sun shall prosper the season's yield .
The statue-Buonarotti said-doth wait.
The unfathomable sea.
The voice grew faint, there came a further change
Then, for a little moment, all people held their breath
Then rose the king, and moved his host by night
Then that old Seer made answer
Then what charm company
Thence we turned, what time the blackbird
There is no flock, however watched
There lies a vale in Ida
There rolls the deep
There once was a lady of Troy
There was once a maiden of Smyrna
Their leader was false Sextus
There's nothing great or bright, thou glorious Fall
These having halted bade blow horns
This little life is all we must endure
This is the Chapel, here, my son
Thy voice is heard through rolling drums
To Art we go as to a well
To sing the nation's song
To my true King I offered free from stain
Under Olympus divinity-haunted.
Vain is the effort to forget
Vainly were the words of parting spoken
We have seen thee, O Love,
Weeping, weeping late and early
What may we take into the vast Forever
What sights were theirs in that blest wonderland
When all the world is young, lad
When I am dead, my dearest
When Spring comes laughing by vale and hill
Where sunless rivers weep
When the Gods heard, they straight arose
While she brooded thus
Whither, midst falling dew
Who has not walked upon the shore
Who is the champion? who the strong
Ye have not sowed in vain
Ye wells, ye founts that fall.
Yet, O stricken heart, remember, O remember
You love all, you say
You'll carry the flag