And here another in years a score
Who reads its very figure and trim.
The one who shall walk to-day with me
Is not the youth who gazes far,
But the breezy wight who cannot see
What Earth’s ingrained conditions are.
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O poet, come you haunting here
And never a nightingale pours oneFull-throated sound?Drawn from your drowse by the Seven famed Hills,Thought you to find all just the sameHere shining, as in hours of old,If you but came?What will you do in your surpriseAt seeing that changes wrought in RomeAre wrought yet more on the misty slopeOne time your home?Will you wake…
He enters, and mute on the edge of a chair
A type of decayed gentility;And by some small signs he well can guessThat she comes to him almost breakfastless.‘I have called — I hope I do not err —I am looking for a purchaserOf some score volumes of the worksOf eminent divines I own, —Left by my father — though it irksMy patience to offer…
Had you wept; had you but neared me with a frail uncertain ray,
Then would have come back all the joys the tidings had slain that day,And a new beginning, a fresh fair heaven, have smoothed the things awry.But you were less feebly human, and no passionate need for clingingPossessed your soul to overthrow reserve when I came near;Ay, though you suffer as much as I from storms…
Thirty-two years since, up against the sun,
Labouringly leapt and gained thy gabled height,And four lives paid for what the seven had won.They were the first by whom the deed was done,And when I look at thee, my mind takes flightTo that day’s tragic feat of manly might,As though, till then, of history thou hadst none.Yet ages ere men topped thee, late…
I
Forgot me quite!I would that I could shrink from sight,And no more see the sun.Would it were time to say farewell,To claim my nook, to need my knell,Time for them all to stand and tellOf my day’s work as done.IIAh! dairy where I lived so long,I lived so long;Where I would rise up stanch and…
‘It is a foolish thing,’ said I,
Yet so I do, I know not why!’And at each clash I would surmiseThat if I had acted otherwiseI might have saved me many sighs.But now the only happinessIn looking back that I possess –Whose lack would leave me comfortless –Is to remember I refrainedFrom masteries I might have gained,And for my tolerance was disdained;For…