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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 DeathRode the six hundred. ‘Forward, the…
The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man, And the man said, ‘Am I your debtor?’And the Lord–‘Not yet; but make it as clean as you can, And then I will let you a…
Break, break, break,On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!And I would that my tongue could utterThe thoughts that arise in me. O, well for the fisherman’s boy,That he shouts with his sister at play!O, well for the sailor lad,That he…
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionariesBurnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and Druidess,Far in the East Boadicea, standing loftily charioted,Mad and maddening all that heard her in her fierce volubility,Girt by half the…
The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory.Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear!…
Oh, Beauty, passing beauty! sweetest Sweet!How canst thou let me waste my youth in sighs;I only ask to sit beside thy feet.Thou knowest I dare not look into thine eyes,Might I but kiss thy hand! I dare not foldMy arms…
Beautiful city, the centre and crater of European confusion,O you with your passionate shriek for the rights of an equal humanity,How often your Re-volution has proven but E-volutionRoll’d again back on itself in the tides of a civic insanity!
Athelstan King, Lord among Earls, Bracelet-bestower and Baron of Barons, He with his brother, Edmund Atheling, Gaining a lifelong Glory in battle, Slew with the sword-edge There by Brunanburh, Brake the shield-wall, Hew’d the lindenwood, Hack’d the battleshield,Sons…
Pellam the King, who held and lost with LotIn that first war, and had his realm restoredBut rendered tributary, failed of lateTo send his tribute; wherefore Arthur calledHis treasurer, one of many years, and spake,“Go thou with him and him…