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Banner of England, not for a season, O banner of Britain, hast thouFloated in conquering battle or flapt to the battle-cry!Never with mightier glory than when we had rear’d thee on highFlying at top of the roofs in the ghastly…
Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,And the winter winds are wearily sighing:Toll ye the church bell sad and slow,And tread softly and speak low,For the old year lies a-dying. Old year you must not die; You came to us so readily, You lived…
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard,Had one fair daughter, and none other child;And she was fairest of all flesh on earth,Guinevere, and in her his one delight. For many a petty king ere Arthur cameRuled in this isle, and ever waging…
I Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. “Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!” he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.…
I come from haunts of coot and hern,I make a sudden sallyAnd sparkle out among the fern,To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down,Or slip between the ridges,By twenty thorpes, a little town,And half a hundred bridges.…
O blackbird! sing me something well:While all the neighbours shoot thee round,I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground,Where thou may’st warble, eat and dwell. The espaliers and the standards allAre thine; the range of lawn and park:The unnetted black-hearts ripen…
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,Tears from the depth of some divine despairRise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,In looking on the happy autumn-fields,And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as…
Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my…
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: …
Deep on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon: My breath to heaven like vapour goes; May my soul follow soon! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That…