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Here was a place where none would ever comeFor shelter, save as we did from the rain.We saw no ghost, yet once outside againEach wondered why the other should be so dumb;And ruin, and to our vision it was plainWhere thrift, outshivering fear, had let remainSome chairs that were like skeletons of home.There were no…

The tyranny, the wrong,The ruin, they are past;And here you are at last,Your blood no longer vexed.The coffin has you fast,The clod will have you next.But fear you not the clod,Nor ever doubt the grave:The roses and the sodWill not forswear the wave.The gift the river gaveIs now but theirs to cover:The mistress and the…

Will put an ass’s head in FairylandAs he would add a shilling to more shillings,All most harmonious,—and out of hisMiraculous inviolable increaseFills Ilion, Rome, or any town you likeOf olden time with timeless Englishmen;And I must wonder what you think of him—All you down there where your small Avon flowsBy Stratford, and where you’re an…

Still would I make to VanderbergOne tribute for his memory:One honest warrant of a friendWho found with him that flesh was grass—Who neither blamed him in defectNor marveled how it came to pass;Or why it ever was that he—That Vanderberg, of all good men,Should lose himself to find himself,Straightway to lose himself again.For we had…

And Andronicus? Is it you I see—At last? And is it you now that are gazingAs if in doubt of me? Was I not sayingThat I should come to Rome? I did say that;And I said furthermore that I should goOn westward, where the gateway of the worldLets in the central sea. I did say…

They married, and Job gave him half a yearTo wreck the temple, as we knew he must.He fumbled hungrily to readjustA fallen altar, but the road was clearBy which it was her will to disappearThat evening when Job found him in the dust.Job would have deprecated such a wayOf heaving fuel on a sacred fire,Yet…