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Over the sea our galleys went,With cleaving prows in order braveTo a speeding wind and a bounding wave— A gallant armament:Each bark built out of a forest-tree Left leafy and rough as first it grew,And nail’d all over the gaping…
I. It is a lie—their Priests, their Pope,Their Saints, their . . . all they fear or hopeAre lies, and lies—there! through my doorAnd ceiling, there! and walls and floor,There, lies, they lie—shall still be hurledTill spite of them I…
There’s a palace in Florence, the world knows well,And a statue watches it from the square,And this story of both do our townsmen tell. Ages ago, a lady there,At the farthest window facing the East,Asked, “Who rides by with the…
I. Stand still, true poet that you are!I know you; let me try and draw you.Some night you’ll fail us: when afarYou rise, remember one man saw you,Knew you, and named a star! II. My star, God’s glow-worm! Why extendThat…
I. I wonder do you feel to-dayAs I have felt since, hand in hand,We sat down on the grass, to strayIn spirit better through the land,This morn of Rome and May? II. For me, I touched a thought, I know,Has…
Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,And the sun looked over the mountain’s rim:And straight was a path of gold for him,And the need of a world of men for me.
Man I am and man would be, Love—merest man and nothing more.Bid me seem no other! Eagles boast of pinions—let them soar!I may put forth angel’s plumage, once unmanned, but not before. Now on earth to stand suffices,—nay, if kneeling…
I. You’re my friend:I was the man the Duke spoke to;I helped the Duchess to cast off his yoke, too;So here’s the tale from beginning to end,My friend! II. Ours is a great wild country:If you climb to our castle’s…
Karshish, the picker-up of learning’s crumbs,The not-incurious in God’s handiwork(This man’s-flesh he hath admirably made,Blown like a bubble, kneaded like a paste,To coop up and keep down on earth a spaceThat puff of vapour from his mouth, man’s soul)—To Abib,…
(after he has been extemporizing upon the musical instrument of his invention) Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build,Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work,Claiming each slave of the sound, at a touch, as…