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 heeds
Nor his wrong nor my vengeance; both strike
On his senses alike,
And are lost in the solemn and strange
Surprise of the change.
Ha, what avails death to erase
His offence, my disgrace?
I would we were boys as of old
In the field, by the fold:
His outrage, God’s patience, man’s scorn
Were so easily borne!
I stand here now, he lies in his place:
Cover the face!
It all grew out of the books I write;They find such favour in his sightThat he slaughters you with savage looksBecause you don’t admire my books.He does himself though,—and if some veinWere to snap to-night in this heavy brain,To-morrow month, if I lived to try,Round should I just turn quietly,Or out of the bedclothes stretch…
Looking as if she were alive. I callThat piece a wonder, now: Fr Pandolf’s handsWorked busily a day, and there she stands.Will’t please you sit and look at her? I said“Fr Pandolf” by design, for never readStrangers like you that pictured countenance,The depth and passion of its earnest glance,But to myself they turned (since none…
God must judge the couple: leave them as they are—Whichever one’s the guiltless, to his glory,And whichever one the guilt’s with, to my story!II.Why, you would not bid men, sunk in such a slough,Strike no arm out further, stick and stink as now,Leaving right and wrong to settle the embroilment,Heaven with snaky hell, in torture…
As I ride, as I ride,With a full heart for my guide,So its tide rocks my side,As I ride, as I ride,That, as I were double-eyed,He, in whom our Tribes confide,Is descried, ways untriedAs I ride, as I ride.II.As I ride, as I rideTo our Chief and his Allied,Who dares chide my heart’s prideAs I…
All to come after it, — so you ignore,So you make perfect the present, condense,In a rapture of rage, for perfection’s endowment,Thought and feeling and soul and sense,Merged in a moment which gives me at lastYou around me for once, you beneath me, above me —Me, sure that, despite of time future, time past,This tick…
I was the man the Duke spoke to;I helped the Duchess to cast off his yoke, too;So here’s the tale from beginning to end,My friend!II.Ours is a great wild country:If you climb to our castle’s top,I don’t see where your eye can stop;For when you’ve passed the cornfield country,Where vineyards leave off, flocks are packed,And…
