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from fields far off whose watery hollows gleam
aye with blown throats that make the long hours sweet
the sleepless toads are murmuring in their dream | img2poems |
and all day long i listen to the speech
i see far off beyond mine outer shore
the ocean flash and hear his harmless roar | img2poems |
i repeat them as i heard them
from the lips of nawadaha
the musician the sweet singer | img2poems |
master of life
he cried desponding
must our lives depend on these things | img2poems |
you are but the pike kenozha
you are not the fish i wanted
you are not the king of fishes | img2poems |
pleasant is the sound
he murmured
pleasant is the voice that calls me | img2poems |
and the sisters and their husbands
laughed until the echoing forest
rang with their unseemly laughter | img2poems |
hear him
said they hear the wise man
hear the plots of hiawatha | img2poems |
ugh
the old men all responded
from their seats beneath the pine-trees | img2poems |
thus was first made known to mortals
all the mystery of medamin
all the sacred art of healing | img2poems |
`t was a youth of sixteen summers
`t was a nephew of iagoo
face-in-a-mist the people called him | img2poems |
and the heron the shuh-shuh-gah
from her haunts among the fen-lands
screamed farewell o hiawatha | img2poems |
then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed
and she thought of christ who stilled the wave
on the lake of galilee | img2poems |
springtime ne'er denied
indoors by vernal chaucer whose fresh woods
throb thick with merle and mavis all the year | img2poems |
gaf gyftys largelyche
gold and sylver and clodes ryche
to squyer and to knight | img2poems |
what brings us thronging these high rites to pay
and seal these hours the noblest of our year
save that our brothers found this better way | img2poems |
secure from change in their high-hearted ways
beautiful evermore and with the rays
of morn on their white shields of expectation | img2poems |
we reck not what we gave thee
we will not dare to doubt thee
but ask whatever else and we will dare | img2poems |
by bridge and ford by park and pale
all-armed i ride whate'er betide
until i find the holy grail | img2poems |
one of six a willow pleiades
the seventh fallen that lean along the brink
where the steep upland dips into the marsh | img2poems |
life's but a walking shadow a poor player
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage
and then is heard no more | img2poems |
slowly sir launfal's eyes grew dim
slumber fell like a cloud on him
and into his soul the vision flew | img2poems |
i ask no ampler skies than those
his magic music rears above me
no falser friends no truer foes | img2poems |
around by lifting winds forgot
resignedly beneath the sky
the melancholy waters lie | img2poems |
once this soft turf this rivulet's sands
were trampled by a hurrying crowd
encountered in the battle-cloud | img2poems |
strange is thy pallor strange thy dress
strange above all thy length of tress
and this all solemn silentness | img2poems |
let him who fears before the foemen shout
or gives an inch before a vein has bled
turn on himself and let the traitor out | img2poems |
it was the schooner hesperus
that sailed the wintry sea
to bear him company | img2poems |
had sailed to the spanish main
i pray thee put into yonder port
for i fear a hurricane | img2poems |
i never thought to ask i never knew
but in my simple ignorance suppose
the self-same power that brought me there brought you | img2poems |
why say 'sail on
sail on
and on | img2poems |
three roses wan as moonlight and weighed down
each with its loveliness as with a crown
drooped in a florist's window in a town | img2poems |
oh i am bound for arcady
and if you but keep pace with me
you tread the way to arcady | img2poems |
perchance in some still garden-place
where neither fount nor tree to-day is
he flung the jewel at the feet | img2poems |
these are the days when birds come back
a very few a bird or two
to take a backward look | img2poems |
these are the days when skies put on
the old old sophistries of june
a blue and gold mistake | img2poems |
oh fraud that cannot cheat the bee
almost thy plausibility
induces my belief | img2poems |
till ranks of seeds their witness bear
and softly through the altered air
hurries a timid leaf | img2poems |
oh sacrament of summer days
oh last communion in the haze
permit a child to join | img2poems |
thy sacred emblems to partake
thy consecrated bread to break
taste thine immortal wine | img2poems |
all that thou art not makes not up the sum
all other voices wanting thine are dumb
all vision in thine absence vacancy | img2poems |
two by two the sparrows build
high up in the orchard tree
anna anna anna won't you marry me | img2poems |
for i am sure what e'er has been my lot
how meek how poor is more than i deserve
unto thy will i bow and murmur not | img2poems |
day by darkling day
overpassing bears away
somewhat of the burden of this weary may | img2poems |
night by numbered night
waning brings more near in sight
hope that grows to vision of my heart's delight | img2poems |
nearer seems to burn
in the dawn's rekindling urn
flame of fragrant incense hailing his return | img2poems |
louder seems each bird
in the brightening branches heard
still to speak some ever more delightful word | img2poems |
all the mists that swim
round the dawns that grow less dim
still wax brighter and more bright with hope of him | img2poems |
all the suns that rise
bring that day more near our eyes
when the sight of him shall clear our clouded skies | img2poems |
all the winds that roam
fruitful fields or fruitless foam
blow the bright hour near that brings his bright face home | img2poems |
if rain should come on peradventure
vain hope in us haply might venture
to dream as it did | img2poems |
bright as then for the souls of men thy brave arcadia resounds and shines
lit with love that beholds above all joys and sorrows the steadfast signs
faith a splendour that hope makes tender and truth whose presage the soul divines | img2poems |
love that led thee alive and fed thy soul with sorrows and joys and fears
love that sped thee alive and dead to fame's fair goal with thy peerless peers
feeds the flame of thy quenchless name with light that lightens the rayless years | img2poems |
shame and fear may beset men here and bid thanksgiving and pride be dumb
faith discrowned of her praise and wound about with toils till her life wax numb
scarce may see if the sundawn be if darkness die not and dayrise come | img2poems |
yea but yet is thy sun not set thy sunbright spirit of trust withdrawn
england's love of thee burns above all hopes that darken or fears that fawn
hers thou art: and the faithful heart that hopes begets upon darkness dawn | img2poems |
hills and valleys where april rallies his radiant squadron of flowers and birds
steep strange beaches and lustrous reaches of fluctuant sea that the land engirds
fields and downs that the sunrise crowns with life diviner than lives in words | img2poems |
day by day of resurgent may salute the sun with sublime acclaim
change and brighten with hours that lighten and darken girdled with cloud or flame
earth's fair face in alternate grace beams blooms and lowers and is yet the same | img2poems |
strong as time and as faith sublime clothed round with shadows of hopes and fears
nights and morrows and joys and sorrows alive with passion of prayers and tears
stands the shrine that has seen decline eight hundred waxing and waning years | img2poems |
still the sun that beheld begun the work wrought here of unwearied hands
sees as then though the red king's men held ruthless rule over lawless lands
stand their massive design impassive pure and proud as a virgin stands | img2poems |
statelier still as the years fulfil their count subserving her sacred state
grows the hoary grey church whose story silence utters and age makes great
statelier seems it than shines in dreams the face unveiled of unvanquished fate | img2poems |
dead their names that the night reclaims alive their works that the day relumes
sink and stand as in stone and sand engraven: none may behold their tombs
nights and days shall record their praise while here this flower of their grafting blooms | img2poems |
death more proud than the kings' heads bowed before him stronger than all things bows
here his head: as if death were dead and kingship plucked from his crownless brows
life hath here such a face of cheer as change appals not and time avows | img2poems |
skies fulfilled with the sundown stilled and splendid spread as a flower that spreads
pave with rarer device and fairer than heaven's the luminous oyster-beds
grass-embanked and in square plots ranked inlaid with gems that the sundown sheds | img2poems |
squares more bright and with lovelier light than heaven that kindled it shines with shine
warm and soft as the dome aloft but heavenlier yet than the sun's own shrine
heaven is high but the water-sky lit here seems deeper and more divine | img2poems |
rosy grey or as fiery spray full-plumed or greener than emerald gleams
plot by plot as the skies allot for each its glory divine as dreams
lit with fire of appeased desire which sounds the secret of all that seems | img2poems |
aught more fair than the radiant air and water here by the twilight wed
here made one by the waning sun whose last love quickens to rosebright red
half the crown of the soft high down that rears to northward its wood-girt head | img2poems |
higher and higher to the north aspire the green smooth-swelling unending downs
east and west on the brave earth's breast glow girdle-jewels of gleaming towns
southward shining the lands declining subside in peace that the sea's light crowns | img2poems |
westward wide in its fruitful pride the plain lies lordly with plenteous grace
fair as dawn's when the fields and lawns desire her glitters the glad land's face
eastward yet is the sole sign set of elder days and a lordlier race | img2poems |
yet shall these when the winds and seas of equal days and coequal nights
rage rejoice and uplift a voice whose sound is even as a sword that smites
felt and heard as a doomsman's word from seaward reaches to landward heights | img2poems |
lift their heart up and take their part of triumph swollen and strong with rage
rage elate with desire and great with pride that tempest and storm assuage
so their chime in the ear of time has rung from age to rekindled age | img2poems |
fame wherever her flag flew never forbore to fly with an equal wing
france and spain with their warrior train bowed down before her as thrall to king
india knelt at her feet and felt her sway more fruitful of life than spring | img2poems |
darkness round them as iron bound fell off from races of elder name
slain at sight of her eyes whose light bids freedom lighten and burn as flame
night endures not the touch that cures of kingship tyrants and slaves of shame | img2poems |
yet the might of her wings in flight whence glory lightens and music rings
loud and bright as the dawn's shall smite and still the discord of evil things
yet not slain by her radiant reign but darkened now by her sail-stretched wings | img2poems |
music made of change and conquest glory born of evil slain
stilled the discord slew the darkness bade the lights of tempest wane
where the deathless dawn of england rose in sign that right should reign | img2poems |
mercy where the tiger wallowed mad and blind with blood and lust
justice where the jackal yelped and fed and slaves allowed it just
rose as england's light on asia rose and smote them down to dust | img2poems |
justice bright as mercy mercy girt by justice with her sword
smote and saved and raised and ruined till the tyrant-ridden horde
saw the lightning fade from heaven and knew the sun for god and lord | img2poems |
where the footfall sounds of england where the smile of england shines
rings the tread and laughs the face of freedom fair as hope divines
days to be more brave than ours and lit by lordlier stars for signs | img2poems |
all our past acclaims our future: shakespeare's voice and nelson's hand
milton's faith and wordsworth's trust in this our chosen and chainless land
bear us witness: come the world against her england yet shall stand | img2poems |
earth and sea bear england witness if he lied who said it he
whom the winds that ward her waves that clasp and herb and flower and tree
fed with english dews and sunbeams hail as more than man may be | img2poems |
no man ever spake as he that bade our england be but true
keep but faith with england fast and firm and none should bid her rue
none may speak as he: but all may know the sign that shakespeare knew | img2poems |
and ever as time's flow brightened a river more dark than the storm-clothed sea
and age upon age rose fairer and larger in promise of hope set free
with england eton her child kept pace as a fostress of men to be | img2poems |
shelley lyric lord of england's lordliest singers here first heard
ring from lips of poets crowned and dead the promethean word
whence his soul took fire and power to outsoar the sunward-soaring bird | img2poems |
still the reaches of the river still the light on field and hill
still the memories held aloft as lamps for hope's young fire to fill
shine and while the light of england lives shall shine for england still | img2poems |
when four hundred more and fifty years have risen and shone and set
bright with names that men remember loud with names that men forget
haply here shall eton's record be what england finds it yet | img2poems |
two years more than the full fourscore lay hallowing hands on a sacred head
scarce one score of the perfect four uncrowned of fame as they smiled and fled
still and soft and alive aloft their sunlight stays though the suns be dead | img2poems |
soon ere time in the rounding rhyme of choral seasons had hailed us men
we too heard and acclaimed the word whose breath was life upon england then
life more bright than the breathless light of soundless noon in a songless glen | img2poems |
ah the joy of the heartstruck boy whose ear was opened of love to hear
ah the bliss of the burning kiss of song and spirit the mounting cheer
lit with fire of divine desire and love that knew not if love were fear | img2poems |
fear and love as of heaven above and earth enkindled of heaven were one
one white flame that around his name grew keen and strong as the worldwide sun
awe made bright with implied delight as weft with weft of the rainbow spun | img2poems |
we that knew when the sun's shaft flew beheld and worshipped adored and heard
light rang round it of shining sound whence all men's hearts were subdued and stirred
joy love sorrow the day the morrow took life upon them in one man's word | img2poems |
not for him can the years wax dim nor downward swerve on a darkening way
upward wind they and leave behind such light as lightens the front of may
fair as youth and sublime as truth we find the fame that we hail to-day | img2poems |
far above us and all our love beyond all reach of its voiceless praise
shines for ever the name that never shall feel the shade of the changeful days
fall and chill the delight that still sees winter's light on it shine like may's | img2poems |
england glows as a sunlit rose from mead to mountain from sea to sea
bright with love and with pride above all taint of sorrow that needs must be
needs must live for an hour and give its rainbow's glory to lawn and lea | img2poems |
not through tears shall the new-born years behold him crowned with applause of men
pass at last from a lustrous past to life that lightens beyond their ken
glad and dead and from earthward led to sunward guided of imogen | img2poems |
frail
but fame's breath quickens kindles keeps in ward
life so sweet as this that dies and casts off death | img2poems |
dont on entend parfois dans notre nuit profonde
s'il vous aima s'il vous pleura lui dont la vie
recevez | img2poems |
love should he wake bears now no cross for him
dead hope whose living eyes like his were dim
has brought forth better comfort strength more strong | img2poems |
o loud and loud was the live man's cry
would god the dead and the slain were i
and the wind wears owre the heather | img2poems |
o sair was the wrang and sair the fray
but liefer had love be slain than slay
and the wind wears owre the heather | img2poems |
o sweet is the life that sleeps at hame
but i maun wake on a far sea's faem
and the wind wears owre the heather | img2poems |
and women are fairest of a' things fair
but never shall i kiss woman mair
and the wind wears owre the heather | img2poems |
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