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Gigantic daughter of the West,We drink to thee across the flood,We know thee most, we love thee best,For art thou not of British blood?Should war’s mad blast again be blown,Permit not thou the tyrant powersTo fight thy mother here alone,But…
O purblind race of miserable men,How many among us at this very hourDo forge a life-long trouble for ourselves,By taking true for false, or false for true;Here, through the feeble twilight of this worldGroping, how many, until we pass and…
The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent,And tallest, Gareth, in a showerful springStared at the spate. A slender-shafted PineLost footing, fell, and so was whirled away.‘How he went down,’ said Gareth, ‘as a false knightOr evil king before 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:The fire-fly wakens: wake thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost,And like a ghost…
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 mighty voiceCame rolling on the wind.…
Flower in the crannied wall,I pluck you out of the crannies,I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,Little flower-but if I could understandWhat you are, root and all, all in all,I should know what God and man is.
O Love, Love, Love! O withering might!O sun, that from thy noonday heightShudderest when I strain my sight,Throbbing thro’ all thy heat and light, Lo, falling from my constant mind, Lo, parch’d and wither’d, deaf and blind, …
(For Music) What sight so lured him thro’ the fields he knewAs where earth’s green stole into heaven’s own hue,Far-far-away? What sound was dearest in his native dells?The mellow lin-lan-lone of evening bellsFar-far-away. What vague world-whisper, mystic pain or joy,Thro’…
Warrior of God, man’s friend, and tyrant’s foe Now somewhere dead far in the waste Soudan, Thou livest in all hearts, for all men know This earth has never borne a nobler man.
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm;And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands;Beyond, red roofs about a narrow wharfIn cluster; then a moulder’d church; and higherA long street climbs to one tall-tower’d mill;And high in heaven…