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Like souls that balance joy and pain,With tears and smiles from heaven againThe maiden Spring upon the plainCame in a sun-lit fall of rain. In crystal vapour everywhereBlue isles of heaven laugh’d between,And far, in forest-deeps…
My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure,My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.The shattering trumpet shrilleth high, The hard brands shiver on the steel,The splinter’d spear-shafts crack and fly, The horse and…
A city clerk, but gently born and bred;His wife, an unknown artist’s orphan child-One babe was theirs, a Margaret, three years old:They, thinking that her clear germander eyeDroopt in the giant-factoried city-gloom,Came, with a month’s leave given them, to the…
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night;Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year…
Fair is her cottage in its place, Where yon broad water sweetly slowly glides.It sees itself from thatch to base Dream in the sliding tides. And fairer she, but ah how soon to die! Her quiet dream of life this hour may cease.Her…
When the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free In the silken sail of infancy, The tide of time flow’d back with me, The forward-flowing tide of time; And many a sheeny summer-morn, Adown the Tigris I was borne, By…
We move, the wheel must always move,Nor always on the plain,And if we move to such a goalAs wisdom hopes to gain,Then you that drive, and know your Craft.Will firmly hold the rein,Nor lend an ear to random cried,Or you…
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gapLeft by the Holy Quest; and as he satIn hall at old Caerleon, the high doorsWere softly sundered, and through these a youth,Pelleas, and the sweet smell of the fieldsPast, and the…
Of old sat Freedom on the heights, The thunders breaking at her feet: Above her shook the starry lights: She heard the torrents meet. There in her place she did rejoice, Self-gather’d in her prophet-mind, But fragments of her…