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Live thy Life, Young and old,Like yon oak,Bright in spring, Living gold; Summer-rich Then; and thenAutumn-changedSoberer-hued Gold again. All his leaves Fall’n at length,Look, he stands,Trunk and bough Naked strength.
I see the wealthy miller yet, His double chin, his portly size,And who that knew him could forget The busy wrinkles round his eyes?The slow wise smile that, round about His dusty forehead drily curl’d,Seem’d half-within and half-without, And full of dealings with the…
Who would beA merman bold,Sitting alone,Singing aloneUnder the sea,With a crown of gold,On a throne? I would be a merman bold,I would sit and sing the whole of the day;I would fill the sea-halls with a voice of power;But at…
I. Who would beA mermaid fair,Singing alone,Combing her hairUnder the sea,In a golden curlWith a comb of pearl,On a throne? II. I would be a mermaid fair;I would sing to myself the whole of the day;With a comb of pearl…
You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear;To-morrow ’ill be the happiest time of all the glad New-year;Of all the glad New-year, mother, the maddest merriest day,For I’m to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m…
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur’s court,A tributary prince of Devon, oneOf that great Order of the Table Round,Had married Enid, Yniol’s only child,And loved her, as he loved the light of Heaven.And as the light of Heaven varies,…
“Courage!” he said, and pointed toward the land, “This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.” In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing…
In her ear he whispers gaily, ‘If my heart by signs can tell,Maiden, I have watch’d thee daily, And I think thou lov’st me well’.She replies, in accents fainter, ‘There is none I love like thee’.He is but a landscape-painter, And a village maiden…
Still on the tower stood the vane,A black yew gloomed the stagnant air,I peered athwart the chancel paneAnd saw the altar cold and bare.A clog of lead was round my feet,A band of pain across my brow;“Cold altar, Heaven and…
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his moodHad made mock-knight of Arthur’s Table Round,At Camelot, high above the yellowing woods,Danced like a withered leaf before the hall.And toward him from the hall, with harp in hand,And from the crown thereof…