I am able yetAll I want, to getBy a method as strange as new:Dare I trust the same to you?II.If at night, when doors are shut,And the wood-worm picks,And the death-watch ticks,And the bar has a flag of smut,And a cat’s in the water-butt—III.And the socket floats and flares,And the house-beams groan,And a foot unknownIs…
Deigned to proclaim “I know you both,“Have recognized your plighted troth,Am sponsor for you: live in peace!”—How many precious months and yearsOf youth had passed, that speed so fast,Before we found it out at last,The world, and what it fears?II.How much of priceless life were spentWith men that every virtue decks,And women models of their…
Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work,Claiming each slave of the sound, at a touch, as when Solomon willedArmies of angels that soar, legions of demons that lurk,Man, brute, reptile, fly,—alien of end and of aim,Adverse, each from the other heaven-high, hell-deep removed,—Should rush into sight at once as he named the…
Bluish ‘mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay;In the dimmest North-east distance dawned Gibraltar grand and grey;‘Here and here did England help me: how can I help England?’ -say,Whoso turns as I, this evening, turn to God to praise and pray,While Jove’s planet rises yonder, silent over Africa.
To bask i’ the sun, and thrusts out knees and feetFor the ripple to run over in its mirth;Listening the while, where on the heap of stonesThe white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet.That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true;Such is life’s trial, as old earth smiles and knows.If you loved only what were worth…
Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipesFrom out her hair: such balsam fallsDown sea-side mountain pedestals,From tree-tops where tired winds are fain,Spent with the vast and howling main,To treasure half their island-gain.And strew faint sweetness from some oldEgyptian’s fine worm-eaten shroudWhich breaks to dust when once unrolled;Or shredded perfume, like a cloudFrom closet long to…
How he lies in his rights of a man!Death has done all death can.And, absorbed in the new life he leads,He recks not, he heedsNor his wrong nor my vengeance; both strikeOn his senses alike,And are lost in the solemn and strangeSurprise of the change.Ha, what avails death to eraseHis offence, my disgrace?I would we…
