Forth on the world without a guide or chart,
Content to know, through all man’s varying fates,
The eternal woman by the wayside waits.
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All the names I know from nurse:
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ABOUT the sheltered garden ground
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Fifteen men on the Dead Man’s Chest —
Drink and the devil had done for the rest —Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
I NOW, O friend, whom noiselessly the snows
Dusk as the sloping window takes its load:* * * * *The kindly hill, as to complete our hap,Has ta’en us in the shelter of her lap;Well sheltered in our slender grove of treesAnd ring of walls, we sit between her knees;A disused quarry, paved with rose plots, hungWith clematis, the barren womb whence sprungThe…
The rain is raining all around,
It rains on the umbrellas here,And on the ships at sea.