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I suppose the time will come Aid it in the coming When the Bird will crowd the Tree And the Bee be booming. I suppose...
No trump tells thy virtues--the grave where they rest With thy dust shall remain unpolluted by fame, Till thy foes, by the world and by fortune caressed, Shall pass like a mist from the light of thy name.
Weep, daughter of a royal line, A Sire's disgrace, a realm's decay; Ah! happy if each tear of thine Could wash a Father's fault away! Weep--for thy tears are Virtue's tears-- Auspicious to these suffering Isles; And be each drop...
All that I know Of a certain star Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of red, Now a dart of blue; Till my friends have said They would fain see, too, My star that dartles the red and the blue!
In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, The grey smoke towers. Sing a song of seasons! Something bright in all!
So much of Heaven has gone from Earth That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary...
God permits industrious Angels -- Afternoons -- to play -- I met one -- forgot my Schoolmates -- All -- for Him -- straightway --...
Neither -- said the Moon -- That is best which is not -- Achieve it -- You efface the Sheen. Not of detention is Fruition -- Shudder to attain. Transport's decomposition follows -- He is Prism born.
Oh Sumptuous moment Slower go That I may gloat on thee -- 'Twill never be the same to starve Now I abundance see -- Which...
A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair -- Since she and I had met and played Decade had gathered to Decade...
WHEN a man hath no freedom to fight for at home, Let him combat for that of his neighbours; Let him think of the glories of Greece and of Rome, And get knocked on the head for his labours.
Dear object of defeated care! Though now of Love and thee bereft, To reconcile me with despair Thine image and my tears are left. 'Tis said with Sorrow Time can cope; But this I feel can ne'er be true: For...
I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God! Angels...
OH, Castlereagh! thou art a patriot now; Cato died for his country, so did'st thou: He perished rather than see Rome enslaved, Thou cut'st thy throat that Britain may be saved! So Castlereagh has cut his throat!--The worst Of this...
Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence -- is denied them. They fling their Speech By means of it -- in...
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done -- When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun -- The hand that...
He strained my faith -- Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust -- Did it then -- yield? Hurled my belief -- But...
The Butterfly's Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on -- How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend In a...
This is the place they hoped before, Where I am hoping now. The seed of disappointment grew Within a capsule gay, Too distant to arrest...
The Moon upon her fluent Route Defiant of a Road -- The Star's Etruscan Argument Substantiate a God -- If Aims impel these Astral Ones...
All but Death, can be Adjusted -- Dynasties repaired -- Systems -- settled in their Sockets -- Citadels -- dissolved -- Wastes of Lives --...
That time is dead for ever, child! Drowned, frozen, dead for ever! We look on the past And stare aghast At the spectres wailing, pale and ghast, Of hopes which thou and I beguiled To death on life's dark river.
To the air of "How now, Madam Flirt," in the _Beggar's Opera_. "WHY, how now, saucy Tom? If you thus must ramble, I will publish some Remarks on Mister Campbell. Saucy Tom!" CAMPBELL. "WHY, how now, Billy Bowles? Sure the priest is maudlin!
The babe is at peace within the womb; The corpse is at rest within the tomb: We begin in what we end.