I have been urged by earnest violins

Forget that in its death their sires had part.And, like a sin, Time lays it bare againTo tell of races wronged,And ancient glories suddenly overcast,And treasures flung to fire and rabble wrath.If thou hast ever longedTo lift the gloomy curtain of Time Past,And spy the secret things that Hades hath,Here through this riven ground take…

Watched the magnificent recession of farewell,Clouding, half gleam, half glower,And a last splendour burn the heavens of his cheek.And in his eyesThe cold stars lighting, very old and bleak,In different skies.

The foul tornado, centred at Berlin,Is over all the width of Europe whirled,Rending the sails of progress. Rent or furledAre all Art’s ensigns. Verse wails. Now beginFamines of thought and feeling. Love’s wine’s thin.The grain of human Autumn rots, down-hurled.For after Spring had bloomed in early Greece,And Summer blazed her glory out with Rome,An Autumn…

My arms have mutinied against me — brutes!My fingers fidget like ten idle brats,My back’s been stiff for hours, damned hours.Death never gives his squad a Stand-at-ease.I can’t read. There: it’s no use. Take your book.A short life and a merry one, my buck!We said we’d hate to grow dead old. But now,Not to live…

So men who fade in dust of warfare fadeFairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.Like pearls which noble women wearAnd, tarnishing, awhile confideUnto the old salt sea to feed,Many return more lustrous than they were.But what of them buried profound,Buried where we can no more find.Who ( )Lie dark for ever under abysmal war?

Without a thought of interest or advantage.I used to watch men when they spoke of beautyAnd measure their enthusiasm. OneAn old man, seeing a ( ) setting sun,Praised it ( ) a certain sense of dutyTo the calm evening and his time of life.I know another man that never says a BeautyBut of a horse;…