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a pity
a very great pity
one should be eleven | img2poems |
i knew about heaven
but this was the country of this
light blossom and piping and flashing of wings not at all | img2poems |
'the ways will be long but the days will be long ' quoth the river
'to me a long liver long long
' quoth the river the river | img2poems |
shall i cross by the ferry to-morrow and come in my white
to that little low church
and will oliver meet me anon | img2poems |
schoolmaster
well sir we thought this end o' the room
was dark | img2poems |
child
i'm helping father
but father why d'you take such pains | img2poems |
mrs
smith
ay you may say that | img2poems |
mrs
t
but i'm right glad you came it pleases them | img2poems |
enter vicar wife various friends with violins and a flute
they come to a piano and one begins softly to tune his
violin while the vicar speaks | img2poems |
mrs
t
ay how they clap him | img2poems |
well may he not an organ pipe they blow
on sunday in the church is half so sweet
but he's a hard man | img2poems |
'if love ' said he 'won't make a man of you
why nothing will
'tis mainly that love's for | img2poems |
she
honey bide the time's awry
bide awhile let be | img2poems |
he
take my wage then lay it by
till 't come back with thee | img2poems |
duet
but how much longer and longer and longer
o how much longer shall the waiting last | img2poems |
coming
not she
there comes her sweetheart though | img2poems |
mrs
j
well very well but what of fiddler sam | img2poems |
an honest man and ever pays his score
born in the parish old blind as a bat
and strangers sing before him 't is a shame | img2poems |
and i at our trysting stone
whereto i came down alone
was fain o' the wind's wild moan | img2poems |
laurie laurie lad make not wail
with a wiser lass ye'll sure prevail
for ye sing like a woodland nightingale | img2poems |
and there's no sense in it under the sun
for of three that woo i can take but one
so what's to be done what's to be done | img2poems |
there's no sense in it under the sun
and
of three that woo i can take but one | img2poems |
nay but take me home to the churning mill
when cherry boughs white on yon mounting hill
hang over the tufts o' the daffodil | img2poems |
wife
done
nothing love | img2poems |
either the thing has done itself or they
must undo
did they call for fiddler sam | img2poems |
they know the woods their groaning noises weird
they climb in trees that overhang the slow
deep mill-stream loved and feared | img2poems |
behold a ship
her wide yards score the sky
she sails a steel-blue sea | img2poems |
'father dear father bid us now god-speed
we cannot choose but sail it thus befell
'mother dear mother ' 'nay 't is all decreed | img2poems |
so on the mount christ's chosen three
unware that glory it did shroud
feared when they entered into the cloud | img2poems |
how guileless sweet by gift divine
how beautiful dear child was thine
spared all their grief of thee bereaven | img2poems |
winner who had not greatly striven
hurts of sin shall not thee soil
carking care thy beauty spoil | img2poems |
or of the morrow diffident
unconscious beautiful she stood
calm in young stainless maidenhood | img2poems |
the mystery of the world whose name is life
all-conquering wends
and works for aye with rest and cold at strife | img2poems |
yet such for aye divided from us are
as other galaxies that seem no more
than a little golden millet-seed afar | img2poems |
divided swarming down some flat lee shore
then risen while all the air that takes no word
tingles and trembles as with cries not heard | img2poems |
though time be as a moon upon the wane
who walk with faith far up the azure lift
oft hear her talk of lights to wax again | img2poems |
the woman before her lord
shall glory fling
the rolls aside time raze out triumphs past | img2poems |
such as can see
why should they doubt
the childhood of a race | img2poems |
i saw
once in that earth primeval once a face
a little face that yet i dream upon | img2poems |
and i could walk and went
led by the hand through a long mead at morn
bathed in a ravishing excess of light | img2poems |
awhile our feeding hearts all satisfied
took in the blue of one another's eyes
two dimpled creatures rose-lipped innocent | img2poems |
'you're sure it was the queen
'of course a crown
was on her and a spangly purple gown | img2poems |
here they were beggar children in the street
and the dove said they had the prettiest things
and wore their best frocks every day | img2poems |
'o yes and lined with white
like swallow wings so soft so very light
fluttering about | img2poems |
oft as in a dream i see full fain
the bell-tower beautiful that i love well
a seemly cluster with her churches twain | img2poems |
ay gone
the soft deceptive echoes roll
away and faint into remoteness | img2poems |
or thus of old men feigned and then did fear
then straight crowd forth the great ones of the sky
in flashing flame at strife to reach more near | img2poems |
wait and desire it life waits not free there
to good to evil thy right perilous
all shall be fair and yet it is not fair | img2poems |
is it the many fall'n shall lift the land
the race the age
nay 't is the few that stand | img2poems |
i sought to look as in the light of one
returned
'will this be strange to me that day | img2poems |
oh let her speak with her best eloquence
to me but not her first and her right rare
can equal what i may not take from hence | img2poems |
and here was little ledbury quaint withal
the forest felled her lair and sheltering place
she long time left in age pathetical | img2poems |
'great oaks' methought as i drew near to gaze
'were but of small account when these came down
drawn rough-hewn in to serve the tree-girt town | img2poems |
she leaned against the pillar and below
three almost babes her care she watched the while
with downcast lashes and a musing smile | img2poems |
her cheeks like winter apples red of hue
her glance aside
to whom her speech to me | img2poems |
farewell good dame
lost
oh my lady lost | img2poems |
lost lost and lost whenas the cross road flee
up tumbled hills on each for eyes attent
a carriage creepeth | img2poems |
thus with myself i spoke
a rough brick floor
made the place homely i would rest me there | img2poems |
hath the most high of all his host afar
one most supremely beautiful one best
dearest of all the flock one favourite star | img2poems |
his image given in part the children know
they love one first and best
it may be so | img2poems |
there are on fortune's errant foot can steal
can guide her blindfold in at their own doors
or dance elate upon her slippery wheel | img2poems |
courage
there are 'gainst hope can still advance
dowered with a sane a wise extravagance | img2poems |
a long-waking aye waking till a word
come from her coral mouth to be the true
sum of all good heart wanted ear hath heard | img2poems |
yet if alas
might love thy dolour be
dream dear heart dear and do not dream of me | img2poems |
store make in loving make o make mine art
more
yet i ask no ask no wished goal | img2poems |
that was the end
'slow solemn growth of light
come what come will remains to me this night | img2poems |
it was the end with dew ordained to melt
how easily was learned how all too soon
not there not thereabout such maiden dwelt | img2poems |
unhappy love
and i of that great host
unhappy love who cry unhappy most | img2poems |
then saw her demon blush vesuvius try
then evil ghosts white from the awful prime
thrust up sharp peaks to tear the tender sky | img2poems |
the stroke of noon
the bell-bird
yes and no | img2poems |
a footstep near
i turned past likelihood
past hope before me on the bridge she stood | img2poems |
on moorish walls yet hung long dust each hand
the keys but not the might to use remain
is there such house in some blest land for me | img2poems |
a country conquered oft and long before
of generations aye ordained to win
if mine the power i will unlock the door | img2poems |
what did the crescent wane
yet man is more
and love achieves because to heaven akin | img2poems |
o life
to hear again that wandering bell
and hear it at thy feet estelle estelle | img2poems |
up to far osteroe and suderoe
the deep sea-floor lies strewn with spanish wrecks
o'er minted gold the fair-haired fishers go | img2poems |
in earlier days great carthage suffered bale
and reckless hands tore down the temple veil
and omar burned the alexandrian rolls | img2poems |
'let me alone mine enemy let me alone
never a christian bell that dire thick gloom to hallow
or guide him shelterless succourless thrust from his own | img2poems |
on the wall his golden shield
dinted deep in battle field
when the host o' the khalif fled | img2poems |
gold to gold
long sunbeams flit
upward tremble and break on it | img2poems |
comes a day for glory famed
tidings brought the enemy shamed
fallen now is peace proclaimed | img2poems |
the foe upon them the foe afore and behind them
they fly with death at their heels fierce sun-rays blind them
riderless steeds affrighted tread down their ranks amain | img2poems |
now the valley mist doth break
shifting sparkles edge the lake
love lord master wake o wake | img2poems |
ay it is not thrust o' a spear
scorn of infidel eyes austere
but mine own fear is to fear | img2poems |
'love ' she sigheth 'thou didst not well
listening to the white-witch fell
leaving her doth thee advance | img2poems |
fifty candles burn at his head and burn at his feet
a crown and royal apparel upon him lorn and lowly
and the cold hands stiff as horn by their cold palms meet | img2poems |
two days dead
is he dead
nay nay but is he living | img2poems |
the weary monks have ended their chantings manifold
the great door swings behind them night winds entrance giving
the candles flare and drip on him warm and he so cold | img2poems |
the pale queen's honour
a low laugh scathing and sereing
a mumbling as made by the dead in the tombs ye wot | img2poems |
braveth the dead this queen
'hear it whoso hath hearing
i vowed by my love cold king but i loved thee not | img2poems |
then he heareth accents bland
seeth the queen's ring on his hand
and he riseth calmed withal | img2poems |
thou dost take thy good things first
then thou art cast into the worst
first the glory then the strife | img2poems |
as one reasoning with a child
all his speech): 'my wife
my fair | img2poems |
and his hand on her brown hair
trembles 'lady dost indeed
weigh the meaning of thy rede | img2poems |
soh
a pillar misty and grey
't is the white-witch in the way | img2poems |
shelter at the last a roof
wrought of ling (in their behoof
foresters that drive the deer | img2poems |
ay and ere the twilight fall
gather forest berries small
and nuts down beaten for a meal | img2poems |
list
about and around us wondrous sweet noises
laughter of little children and maids that dreaming be | img2poems |
'speak dear child dear ' quoth the queen 'and mine own little son
'father ' the small thing murmurs then all is ended
he starts from that passion of peace ay the dream is done | img2poems |
till a tower shall on thee frown
him that holds it show this ring
so farewell my lord the king | img2poems |
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