The were wolves mutter, the night hawks moan,The raven croaks from the Raven-stone;What care I for his boding groan,Riding the moorland to come to mine own?Hark! hark! hark!The lark sings high in the dark.Hark! hark! hark!The lark sings high in the dark.Long have I wander’d by land and by sea,Long have I ridden by moorland…
Hark! from wasted moor and fen,Feverous alley, stifling den,Swells the wail of Saxon men-Work! or the grave!Down, down, down and down,With idler, knave, and tyrant!Why for sluggards cark and moil?He that will not live by toilHas no right on English soil!God’s word’s our warrant!Up, up, up and up!Face your game and play it!The night is…
Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears,And her hair was so charmingly curled.But I lost my poor little doll, dears,As I played in the heath one day;And I cried for more than a week, dears,But I never could find where she lay.I found my poor little doll, dears,As I played in the heath…
I would have sung, as doth the nightingaleThe summer’s night beneath the moone pale,But Saintes hymnes alone in heaven prevail.My love, my song, my skill, my high intent,Have I within this seely book y-pent:And all that beauty which from every partI treasured still alway within mine heart,Whether of form or face angelical,Or herb or flower,…
When she was aware of twa bonny birdsSat biggin’ in the broom.The tane it built with the green, green moss,But and the bents sae fine,And the tither wi’ a lock o’ lady’s hairLinked up wi’ siller twine.‘O whaur gat ye the green, green moss,O whaur the bents sae fine?And whaur gat ye the bonny broun…
He thrust by squire, he thrust by knight,Stood over against the dais aright;And, ‘The word of the Lord, thou cruel Red King,The word of the Lord to thee I bring.A grimly sweven I dreamt yestreen;I saw thee lie under the hollins green,And through thine heart an arrow keen;And out of thy body a smoke did…
Cold cold church, in thy death sleep lying,The Lent is past, thy Passion here, but not thine Easter-day.Peace, faint heart, though the night be dark and sighing;Rest, fair corpse, where thy Lord himself hath lain.Weep, dear Lord, above thy bride low lying;Thy tears shall wake her frozen limbs to life and health again.
But I know that there is a spirit in you,And a word in you this day.I cannot tell what you say, rosy rocks,I cannot tell what you say :But I know that there is a spirit in you,And a word in you this day.I cannot tell what you say, brown streams,I cannot tell what you…
3 And call the cattle home4 Across the sands of Dee’;5 The western wind was wild and dank with foam,6 And all alone went she.7 The western tide crept up along the sand,8 And o’er and o’er the sand,9 And round and round the sand,10 As far as eye could see.11 The rolling mist came…
Some glimmer of its parent beam, and madeBy daily draughts of brightness, inly bright.The taste severe, yet graceful, trained arightIn classic depth and clearness, and repaidBy thanks and honour from the wise and staid-By pleasant skill to blame, and yet delight,And high communion with the eloquent throngOf those who purified our speech and song-All these…
